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Might as well be drunk in love: 1 of 3
Pairing: OT7 x Reader (CEO AU)
Summary: In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.
Warnings: Love Potion, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, If youâre not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N: This idea came to me when I went to the mountain and saw a love potion wine thingy being sold there. I think it's just the name of the wine, anyway! I really, really tried so hard to finish this in one post but it's already almost 8kish and we aren't even near the end sksks Happy New Year, my loves! I hope you'll like my gift for you <3
âAm I that hopeless?â
âWhat?â your friend asked in faux innocence, blinking her eyes owlishly at you. âI donât know what youâre getting at, sweetie-â
You glared at her as you pointed in an exaggerated manner at the expensive pink tumbler she handed you mere seconds ago. The tumbler was too fancy, something that you wouldnât buy for yourself and something that a certain handsome but infuriating CEO of yours was fond of carrying around.
However, what was insulting was the content of the said tumbler.
âI just gifted you that because you mentioned that it was beautiful-â
âDo you really think Iâd end up alone?!â
âI donât understand-â
âYou literally just said that you put the love potion you bought in the mountains here!â you hissed lowly, keeping your eyes around the conference room as your department waited for the seven CEOs to arrive. You attempted to smile which more or less came out as a grimace at one of your colleagues who looked at you weirdly because of your mini-outburst. You werenât exactly meek in nature, nor were you shy. However, you werenât really keen on letting anyone overhear that your close friend bought you a love potion just because she thought you would end up alone.
That was embarrassing, even for you. So nope, you would for sure keep this under wraps.
Her brows furrowed harmlessly, although you could see a hint of smile on her lips, âYouâre welcome?â
âIâm not thanking you-â
Just then, all the seven CEOs walked in the conference room, their presence commanding and silence reigned through the whole room. The first to enter was Min Yoongi. He was strolling in the room with his hands in his pocket. He was said to be the ace of the group who could smell bullshit despite it being miles away. He honestly looked like he would rather be anywhere else than here right now, though. It was the complete opposite of Jung Hoseok, also known as the sunshine of the group. He was smiling widely as he greeted the department and some employees by their names, yet you werenât fooled by his beautiful smile. He was the strictest of them all. He was perfectionist down to the core and he was the last to forgive any mistake. The last of the hyung line to enter was the Kim Seokjin, the most beautiful man you have ever seen. It was like the room literally lightened up when he stepped in, like the birds sang melodically the moment he opened his eyes. His tall form and his movement were precise as he confidently sauntered to his seat which just so happened to be beside yours. He placed his pink tumbler on the table, so eerily similar to yours sans the engraved of his name on his tumbler. The beautiful asshole didnât even spare you a glance. Your back unconsciously straightened when the lead CEO, Kim Namjoon, locked eyes with you for a moment when he entered the room. He was said to be one of the most intelligent man in the whole country. You didnât even doubt it one bit. He was capable, and his leadership was on another level. Should he decide to run for a political seat, you would undoubtedly vote for him. He had what it took, you thought. He was charismatic, calm and he knew when to listen.
The CEOs were dubbed by the employees to be divided by two: the Maknae and the Hyung line.
Finally, the maknae line entered. The three of them could always be found together. Park Jimin, the eldest of the line, who had one of the most beautiful smiles you ever saw. In fact, you once overheard your colleague that he interacted with her once and it left her thinking of what they really were. He was followed by Kim Taehyung and also labelled as his soulmate. He was expressionless as he entered, only cracking a smile when he turned to Jimin. You always thought that he could be a model or an actor if he wanted to. He definitely had the looks for it. Last to enter was the muscular Jeon Jungkook, also known as the golden maknae of the group. There were no contracts, mergers or acquisitions that he couldnât convince the other party of signing. Not only was he capable of everything, but he excelled in everything. Thus, his nickname. However, despite the way he held himself during the negotiations, you observed him to be shy and highly reserved. All of a sudden, he looked up from his seat as though he could feel your eyes on him, his doe eyes curious as he took you in. He held your eyes for a moment until he blinked owlishly and looked down at his hands in curiosity.
Kim Namjoon sat in the middle, the others sitting beside him as they regarded the room with a powerful look.
 âShall we begin?â Kim Seokjin asked, his eyes focused on the slides reflecting in the projector.Â
Several headaches, passive aggressiveness from Namjoon, Hoseok and Jimin, disappointed sighs from Jin and Yoongi, difficult revisions âsuggestedâ by Taehyung, and corrections of miniscule errors of calculations by Jungkook later, the meeting finally ended.
You were weary as you trudged out of the conference room the CEOs were still in. They dismissed the department, expecting revisions within the day after tomorrow before discussing among themselves. It was honestly not a lot of time and you could already feel the lack of sleep you and the department would further experience under their tyranny. You willed yourself not to fall asleep as you walked to your desk, your close friend who was equally tired as you sat down on her seat beside your desk.
âIâm so tired. Itâs like my soul and all the happiness I was able to experience in my young life were sucked out of me,â she lamented, her head resting on her desk. âIf only the pay isnât so greaaaat. â
You nodded at what she said, already likening the CEOs to dementors in Harry Potter. Interacting with them made you aged several years. Additionally, meetings with them made you reconsider whether you needed a roof over your head, whether you needed to eat at least twice a day, whether you needed to drink clean water-
Speaking ofâŠthis wasnât your tumbler.Â
The horrifying realization made you stood up abruptly. You lifted the pink tumbler to your widening eyes, and by that name there was no denying that this wasnât yours. Your sudden movement awoke your friend from her own misery, yet you didnât have the time to explain. Without any further thought, you ran back to the conference room, screaming and crying about how you were definitely going to get fired.
Of course, the elevator was under maintenance.
Of course, you had to run numerous flights of stairs.
Of course, it was just your luck that you ran into your manager just when you reached their floor.
And of course, the moment you opened the door, there they were, innocently drinking from a glass, the tumbler emptied as it sat in the middle of the table.
âDonât drink that!â
Taehyung was the first to turn to you, his dark expressionless eyes meeting yours with intense stubbornness. He kept his eyes on yours as gulped the contents wholeheartedly.
Oh heavens, no.
He put the glass down with a resounding thud which felt like a nail to your coffin. You turned to look at the other CEOs with shaky eyes and it was apparent that they definitely drank their fair share of whatever was in the tumbler. You, on the other hand, werenât sure if it was really safe for consumption. You were going to kill your friend for her prank!
Their eyes were focused on you. You couldnât even blame them. You shouted at them all while looking like a lunatic with your disheveled hair and huffing breaths like you did a marathon. Oh wait, yes you probably did by the amount of running you did today. They were probably thinking that you were mentally unfit for this job and oh my God you were going to lose your job.
âMay we help you, Ms. Y/N?â Hoseok asked you politely, his eyes never wavering from yours which wasâŠunusual. Despite him being the image of kindness and approachability, he never looked at his employees for longer than necessary. He was a man that possessed such discipline when it came to his time. This⊠was absolutely an unnecessary length of time for eye contact.
âT-thatâs my drink,â you finally said after tearing your eyes from Hoseokâs. You pointedly looked at the empty pink tumbler, not minding the intense look Namjoon was giving you.
âWe apologize, little one,â Namjoon broke the silence, his deep voice awakening you from your stupor. âYours looked like hyungâs.â
Little one???
 Jimin smirked before running his hand through his blonde locks. His eyes were on yours as he looked up at you. âYours undeniably taste better, though.â
Before you could even blink, Yoongi pointed at you with a rare smile on his lips. âYou looked thirsty. Would you like to go to my office and drink with me?â
Was thatâŠan invitation?!
You felt a hand tugged your sleeve. You turned, only to find beautiful doe eyes looking up at you from his seated form. âHi! What year were you born?â
â199x-,â you answered absentmindedly, you eyes roaming around the room when he tugged your sleeve again for your attention.
âYouâre older than me!â he gasped; his excitement palpable as he stood up. He towered over you, his grin pleasant and you thought at that moment that he looked a lot like a bunny, or a kangaroo with the way his chest muscles were bulging over his office clothes. âThen youâre my noona! I can call you ânoonaâ, right? Come on, take a seat here!â
He pulled the chair closer and tapped on it eagerly.
This was wrong, you thought. Was that thing really effective?! You dreaded to think that it was and you had a certain someone to torture once you get out of this room.
You were shaking your head before he could even pull you and you watched as his expression fell. Suddenly, he looked like a child that lost his toy with the way he was pouting. And nope, you couldnât deal with that today. You looked at the man who hadnât spoken one bit before smiling sheepishly at him. You placed his pink tumbler in front of him.
âI apologize. I must have switched yours with mine-â
His jaw tightened as he leaned in. Heavens, he was even more handsome this close. Kim Seokjin looked up at you with his ethereal eyes before resting his chin on his hand. âIâve been drinking yours since the meeting, my love. Itâs absolutely not your fault. Mine was coffee. This-â he lifted the empty tumbler, â-is, I presume, a juice.â
Confusion further painted on your face, âYou knew? Then why did you keep on drinking-â
He shrugged his broad shoulders, âItâsâŠaddicting.â
âO-okay, then Iâll just leave yours here-â
âTell me, my love. Do you like your job?â
Welp, here it was. You were so going to get fired. Oh my God, how were you going to feed your cat? He had such an expensive taste!
âI-â
âBecause thereâs an opening in my office. Would you like to be my secretary-â
âBut hyung, you already have one-â
âShut up, Taehyung,â he hissed at the now pouting man before turning to smile at you as though he didnât berate his co-CEO in front of you. Chaos ensued as the boys fought and bickered for who would be your direct boss as you inched closer to the door.
âIâm just gonna go,â you whispered and before you could even reach the door, Taehyung looked up at you with his sharp eyes.
âWhere are you going!â
âI-I have to finish the report this week, right?â
Namjoon stood up before declaring that he would finish it for you. And when you shook your head, âI am officially moving the deadline to next month! No need to stress, my little love!â
You blinked owlishly before doing what was best for you and your sanity- you ran away.
âSo, they drank it?â
âAre you even listening to me?!â you shrieked over the phone, walking back in forth in front of your cat that was now looking at you as though he wanted to be adopted by a sane person and not you. âI just told you. They all drank it. All seven of them!â
You could hear the laughter in her voice which was not helping your panic, âI thought you didnât believe love potions?â
âI-I didnât! You didnât see how they were acting! It was so peculiar!â
âWell, honey, how did they act?â
âKindly! And itâs so weird!â
She paused, her silence making your heart beat faster. âHoly shit. Itâs definitely effective. I need to go back there and buy another one for myself-â
âFocus! Is there an antidote or anything?â
âIâm not sure. Iâll have to ask my grandmother that lives there. Iâll let you know, but for the meantime, hold on very tight, okay?â
âWhat do you mean?!â
âUhm. She said itâs very potent? I thought she was kidding. Weâll observe them tomorrow, okay? Iâll fix this.â
You were only able to sleep for two hours last night for two reasons: your work that you accomplished at eleven in the evening, leaving you six ample hours to sleep, and second, them.
Your phone didnât stop ringing last night. You didnât know how they obtained your number, and you dreaded to think that they used their position to direct the Human Resources department to give your personal number (yup, they definitely did).
You were about to fall asleep when your phone wouldnât stop, and when you opened your eyes, you wished to all that was holy that you threw away the tumbler as soon as she handed it to you. Or that you didnât choose the sit next to Seokjin.
You wished to God that your phone wasnât blowing up now, but it certainly was.
Kookie: Hi, noona! Welcome to the Bangtan groupchat!
You squinted your eyes as the glaring screen illuminated with several messages from them.
Jwehope: Darling, are you a sprite? Because you've got the right amount of fizz to make my heart pop!
Jiminie: Thatâs so corny. I, for one, think that little one is a magician.
Jiminie: Because everytime I look at her, everyone just disappears.
V: Do you want to disappear, Jimin? Because I can arrange that.
Joonie: Ms. Y/N-shi, do you have a moment? I asked because I would like to discuss something.
At that, your trepidation grew. Among five, the lead CEO definitely held a serious tone. Did they find it as weird as you did that they were paying you attention? Did they trace it to that drink? Were you now in an even bigger mess than you initially thought?
You replied tensely: Yes, I am available, Kim Daepyonim.
WWH Jin: Why are you still awake? Beauty sleep is essential, my love!
Joonie: Great! Iâd like to discuss the exponential growth of my feelings for you.
What.
The.
Fuck.
Suga: Youâre all so hopeless. My Y/N would never fall for that.
Suga: On the other hand, would you like some Samsung stocks?
And that was why you never got to sleep peacefully last night. You sighed as you got on the bus. You opted to leave at an earlier hour because you wanted some time to think without the noise of the world and the buzzling movement of people commuting. You could feel a headache coming, but you prayed that it wouldnât come through.
You should have known your prayers were seldom heard.
A vacant seat on the backside of the bus greeted you, and you were only too elated to finally sit throughout your commute. Peace, finally, you thought. You had barely settled in, barely breathed a sigh of relief when the once empty chair beside you was filled in by none other than him
âFancy running to you here!â Taehyung noted in a deep voice as though this was not part of his plan, as though he didnât wake up at a godforsaken hour just to ârunâ to you.
You blinked, astonished by his presence. This was the last place you expected him to be. Hell, you didnât even sure he ever experienced riding a bus! What the fuck was he doing here? Where was now your peace?!
âYou-Youâre hereâŠâ you trailed off, your eyes widening in shock as your brows furrowed in disbelief. You had foolishly thought that maybe, once they slept it off, then it would slowly be flushed out of their system. Oh, how wrong could you be. âWhy?â
Taehyung smirked at you, his dark eyes taking you in. His dark hair was gelled up, his suit impeccable and without any crease in sight. He was somehow manspreading and you werenât stoic enough not to notice the way his thick thigh was touching the side of yours. âI wanted to see you.â
âYouâre soâŠhonest.â
He didnât even look embarrassed by his honesty. It didnât displace him; what did was the annoying pain in his heart as the hours passed by and you werenât in his arms nor his sight. He hated it. It felt wrong!
The other boys werenât fairing any better but oh well, to each of his own. He may or may have also drained their cars of gas so they couldnât leave. He thought that no one needed you as much as he did.
âI surmised that you wouldnât believe if I say I frequent this path just for the hell of it, correct?â
You nodded dumbfoundedly as speech eluded you. His candor was definitely out of this world, and he seemed to not care as he only stared right at you.
âNow,â he whispered before tucking your hair behind your ear. âNow I feel at peace. The annoying pain finally stops.â
What pain?!
Before you could even ask him to elaborate, his head leaned on your shoulder.
âDaepyonim Kim-â
âJust stay like this for a while. I didnât get to sleep, my love,â he answered in his hoarse voice, his eyes already closed as he dozed off. You didnât know why you let him. It absolutely was not due to the fact that you felt your heart skipped a beat when he laid his head on your shoulder. Nope.
You managed to run away from Taehyung once the two of you arrived at the company, simply by practicing your non-existent ninja moves and awkwardly slipping out of the elevator just as the doors closed, his face an image of betrayal and panic. You breathed a sigh of relief before running out of the building. You still had an hour before you were needed, you for sure wouldnât spend it inside that establishment or you would end up crying.
You were focused on your phone as you read real life stories of love potions. The sharing of stories kept on increasingly became more serious and scarier. You had yet to find a post about antidote. You werenât 100% set on it being real, but the way Taehyung acted today was not right.
For heavenâs sake, the man barely said any word to you for the whole year you worked in their company. He had only looked at you before, and now he was outright going to you. But maybe, the other CEOs werenât affected?
It was a hopeful thought, and you felt yourself smile a little- which of course vanished just as quickly when you looked up from your seat in the coffee shop to see Park Jimin sitting in front of you. You didnât even know how he moved so smoothly and quietly. He was smiling at you, his head tilted to the side. His blonde hair stood out as the sunlight hit his hair perfectly.
âGood morning, beautiful!â
âDaepyonim Park,â you gasped both at shock and well, his beauty. His smile turned wider before he tried to hide it as he sipped from his coffee cup.
âJust Jimin, little one. I presume Taehyung- the bastard who will soon be six feet underground for what he did, by the way- already went to see you?â
You nodded, âHe didâŠâ
He scrunched his nose before resting his chin on his hand as he leaned into you. His pouty lips were protruding even more as he looked over his long lashes to you. My God, this man was so charming and his movements seemed so sensual. You didnât know what it was about him, but you finally, finally understood your coworker who had a major crush on him for years based on one interaction.
âHeâs so bad, my love. Did he tell you that he drained all our carsâ gas tank at two in the morning?â he asked in a conversational manner as though it didnât faze him. His other hand reached to yours, slowly entangling them together and giggling a little at the slight size difference. He found them perfect and cute.
God, you were so endearing, he thought to himself.
âHe did what?!â
He nodded slightly, holding your hand up to inspect further before quietly taking a picture of your clasped hands. You were so out of it that you just let it be.
âWhat Taehyung failed to account for was the existence of taxis. He only managed to anger six men, so good luck to him today. But enough about him,â he stated before looking into your eyes. Being the sole focus of Jimin was just too much, you thought. He was bigger than life, and his inherent appeal was palpable that even girls around the coffee shop kept on stealing glances on him. âI miss you so much today that my heart and head hurt so much, yeobo. I thought that I was going to die if I donât see you.â
Your brows furrowed in concern before pulling your hand from him and you could have sworn you heard him whimpered. You laid the back of your hand on his forehead, trying to see whether he had fever today. He felt fine, you concluded, as you looked closer to see if he looked sick.
Maybe the âlove potionâ caused these symptoms? Taehyung did mention experiencing pain.
You managed to escape from Park Jimin when he insisted on buying you pastries, and you in turn ran to the exit like your life depended on it. And perhaps, it did because you were running late. You only had fifteen minutes and the coffee shop you went to was not fifteen-minute away from the office. You were running like a lunatic, waving at the taxi that finally took pity on you. You were about to open the door when a large and tattooed hand slammed it shut.
You looked up in anger, ready to berate the man who did such a rude gesture when you recognized who it was.
Right then and there, and despite it being barely eight in the morning, you already met the entirety of maknae line. Jeon Jungkook looked like a badass with his all-black getup, his hands wrapped in motorcycle gloves, and his hair carelessly falling around his face. Despite all that, he looked innocent with the way he grinned at you, his nose all scrunched up when he greeted you.
âIâll give you a ride, noona. Come on,â he stated as he gestured at the black motorcycle haphazardly parked on the side. You had never ridden one, and you didnât want to start now. On the other hand, the taxi was already driving away and you could only look at it with longing.
You decided that you could afford being late just this once instead of riding with him. You were shaking your head.
âBut youâre going to be late. Iâm going there, too, so itâs no bother if thatâs what youâre thinking-â
âNo itâs just⊠I like to walk during the morningsâŠreally.â
He frowned at you as he removed his gloves, âDidnât you read the memo about tardiness, Y/N?â
âWhat memo?â
He was typing rapidly on his phone, âAbout how there would be 50% deduction of the salary should there be any tardiness this monthâŠdidnât you know?â he asked innocently as he finished typing, his doe eyes trained on yours. Coincidentally, the moment he pocketed his phone was the moment your phone dinged.
âI donât think thatâs legal, though. I havenât received the memo-â
You looked down at your phone, and there it was, an email about that. How could it only reach you now?!
You looked up in panic, and he looked at you with a hint of satisfaction before covering it with an innocent smile. âShall we? I promise I donât bite.â Yet.
He drove like a lunatic and you thought that you would really rather be late than experience a thrill such as this. Of course, it was only natural that you didnât want to put your arms around him. You technically didnât know him at a personal level and Jungkook did know that.
So, of course, like the intelligent man that he was, he only did the thing that made sense. He sped up, and he chuckled as your adorable screams reached his ears. Your equally lovely arms were now wrapped around him as they should always be and for once since yesterday, the ache in his heart eased. He felt at peace.
He giggled when you finally realized that this was not the path to the office, but in his mind, his other hyungs already got to spend time with you. Shouldnât he too?
Jungkook helped you get off his bike, his eyes closely watching your expressions as you took the scenery around you. It was quiet despite the busy world below. The overlooking garden he brought you to was enchanting and it remained untouched by the quick-pacing world below. Jungkook couldnât help but mirror your smile.
âItâs even more beautiful at night, noona. I come here when things get quite overwhelming.â
You turned to him as the two of you sat down. He had laid his leather jacket for you to sat on, a true gentleman you would think if only you werenât aware that he drank the potion. âThe golden maknae gets overwhelmed, too?â
He scrunched his nose at you before softly pinching your nose, âOf course, I do. Iâm only human. I was trained when I was only thirteenâŠit gets too much sometimes. But itâs okay. I like it, and I like the hyungs, too. Thatâs why I cannot get mad at Tae.â
âHe didnât just empty the gas tank, but he also hid the keys. For added measure, he deflated my tire. He only did that to me. Should I be mad, little one?â he asked with the perpetual charming and shy smile on his face. âAhh, but I cannot stay mad at him. I do understand him.â
âYou do?â
He nodded eagerly, âI would have done the same thing if only he didnât do it first. You do make us crazy, little one. Why is that?â
It was an eventful morning, and you werenât foolish enough to think that the rest of your day would be any different. You friend was still yet to be found as she was preoccupied with researching for further information about that potion, which she should have done before giving it to you!
You sighed for the million time as you stared at your food. You were sitting alone in the companyâs cafeteria as you were eating your late lunch. The workload was just too much today despite Kim Namjoonâs departmentwide directive that the revision would be presented the following month. Your superiors did find it peculiar and thought that the head CEO was simply playing with them and that he would cruelly demand the output the next day. See, even his reputation preceded him, you thought. It wasnât in his nature to be lenient when it came to deadlines.
The sudden gentle thud of food a lunch box made you jumped from your seat, your eyes widening as you saw that it was none other than the eldest of the CEOs, Kim Seokjin. Disbelief held you captive. It was an unexpected sight â the CEO, whose tailored suits and polished demeanor spoke of boardroom authority, now standing before you with a container of something that smelled absolutely delicious.
He smiled at you as he took the empty seat in front of you. He busied himself with laying and opening the numerous food containers in front of you. Your eyes widened at all the homecooked meals in front of you.
âI got up at four in the morning to prepare all these. I still donât know what your favorites are, but weâll figure it out as we go, right?â he asked, busying himself with putting food on your plate. âAlways eat on time, little one. Itâs bad to skip meals.â
âW-why did you cook all these?â
He blinked owlishly at your question; surprise written on his face. âWell, my love, I couldnât sleep and I felt this stabbing pain by the mere thought that you werenât eating enough.â
âYou donât have to do that-â
âSo from now on, I decided that Iâll always cook for you,â he declared strongly before lifting his chopsticks with vegetables to your mouth. Suddenly, you felt eyes on you.
How could you forget that you were in the company?! Your head turned, looking at the employees who were all watching your interaction with the unobtainable CEO. They were whispering and you knew by the end of the hour, everyone in the company would know of this. How could you live once they had the antidote? You could already hear the rumors about how you were just for their entertainment once they tossed you aside.
You were about to stand up when Seokjin gently gripped your chin. He turned you to him, his beautiful eyes willing you to listen to him. âDonât mind them, little love. Pay attention to me only. Nothing and no one matter outside us, okay?â
It wasnât okay because none of this was real. On the other hand, the meal tasted heavenlyâŠ
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If they werenât going to get sick, you definitely would. You felt like you would collapse any moment.
The amount of stress was taking a toll on you. You felt like you needed to be on your guard, lest another CEO would ambush you. You were just human! And they all looked like they stepped out of a photoshoot, or that they were ethereal beings that decided to go down on the mortal realms. The way they were showering you with attention and declaring their attraction to you and the way they said that not being with you felt like a stabbing pain in their hearts were all getting to you, damn it!
You were just a girl.
And once this all ended, you were dreading to think of what would be left of you now that you saw them on a closer and more personal level. You wanted to think that this couldnât get any worse, but it did as you read the most elusive of the CEOsâ email to you.
Hi, my little one,
I hope this email finds you well. I am writing to request your presence at a meeting in my office to discuss my growing feelings for you today at 2:00 pm. Your insights and expertise on this matter would be highly valuable to the discussion, and I believe your input will contribute significantly to our objectives of being together forever and ever.
Thank you in advance for your cooperation, and I look forward to our discussion.
Best regards,
CEO Min Yoongi
He had this faraway look on his face when you were led by his secretary in his office. His hands were in his pocket as he looked at the bustling city from his floor to ceiling window. His black long hair was sleeked back, revealing his stoic face. The dark suit he was wearing did nothing but compliment his form. You had never noticed how broad his shoulders were until now.
He looked like he was not paying attention, yet he turned around the moment that the door closed behind you. Min Yoongi looked at you for a moment too long that you started to shift uncomfortably. His attention was just too much, and you couldnât act like you were no longer affected by any of it.
And from the looks of it, the moment you blushed was the exact moment his face softened. He gestured for you to take the seat in front of his desk. He mirrored your movement, now sitting on his expensive swivel chair. He clasped his hands and rested them on the mahogany table.
âDaepyonim Min-â
He held his finger up, asking for your silence before spilling what you thought to be both outrageous and the most beautiful and heartfelt thing anyone had ever said to you in this life. âYouâre beautiful, and not just in the way that you look. No. Youâre beautiful in the way that the sun finally shines after a month of storms; youâre beautiful in the way that the waves keep on going back to the shore even after they were pushed away in the desire to kiss the sand; youâre beautiful in the way that flowers bloom after the unforgiving winter coldness. And that is why Iâm giving you Samsung stocks.â
Confusion settled over you like a fog. You had almost melted from what felt like a poetry when he once again brought up his stocks idea from last night.
âI-I really donât need Samsung stocks, Daepyonim MinâŠâ
He looked aghast at your statement, before reaching over the table and holding your hand in his particularly large ones. âCall me Yoongi, my love. Or better yet, call me your other half,â he implored you and he only let go when you nodded in confusion.
âAlso, nonsense! Everyone needs that stock, little one. Besides, nothing speaks more about my love for you than giving you all my Samsung stocks. And above and beyond, it filled me with this immense pain knowing that youâre just out there not owning any of their stocks. I couldnât breathe with the mere thought of you going without.â
âExcuse me?â
And with a stoic face, he said, âCongratulations, little one. Youâre now a millionaire."
At six in the evening, the head CEO finally made an appearance. You did find it peculiar that you had a fairly quiet afternoon after meeting with Yoongi. Your brows were pinched together as you were lost in thought when the elevator opened, revealing the head CEO. He had yet to notice you, his large and imposing form leaning against the side of the elevator. His eyes were close. You noticed that his white sleeves were already folded, his tie already loosened as his black suit laid on his thick forearms.
Kim Namjoon was the image of weariness, and you thought he looked quite pale. Your growing concern for him was what made you stepped inside the lift rather than running away yet again. The sound of your heels as you stepped in was the only sound in the elevator. You pressed for the ground floor and you saw that the floor for basement three was already pressed. Perhaps, the head CEO was going home now. Now that you were standing almost next to him, you only further affirmed how small you were next to him. He was already larger than life, and the way he always held himself exuded confidence made him more strikingâŠand manly in your eyes.
The ride was fairly quiet, and through it all, he had his eyes closed. You kept on stealing glances, thinking that maybe among the other CEOs, he took in the least amount of potion. You felt lighter with that thought. At least you only had five men you needed to find the antidote for. Come to think of it, you hadnât seen the sunshine of the group, Jung Hoseok yet.
The elevator dinged, signifying your floor. You had taken merely a step when you felt a large hand completely encircling your wrist, effectively stopping you from leaving. You automatically turned, startled to find him with his eyes trained on you. He looked way too alert for someone who had his eyes closed for the past minute. You gasped when he pulled you closer to him as he pressed the close button.
âDaepyonim Kim,â you called him as you craned your neck to look at his draconic eyes.
âLeaving so soon?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a subtle mix of amusement and curiosity.
You hesitated, the words tumbling out of your mouth as he caught you off guard. âI... uh, yes. I was heading to the lobby. Iâm about to leave for the night," you stammered, attempting to regain composure.
A playful smile curved his lips as he completely blocked the exit. leaned against the elevator frame, effectively blocking your exit, which sounded successful as the door closed. âI missed you,â he breathed as he took you in, his thumb gently running over the inside of your wrist as though touching you brought him immense comfort. âA lot. It was hell without seeing you the whole day.â
You blinked owlishly and you wanted nothing but to hide your face from the intensity of his gaze, but he wouldnât let you. Instead, he smiled so gently at you, the dents on his cheeks making an appearance which made him more charismatic that you couldnât say no when he told you that he would take you home.
But he didnât exactly say which home because you ended up in what turned out to be the CEOsâ huge ass mansion. Your eyes roamed around the mansion, the high ceilings and the fancy marble flooring all screamed wealth that you didnât even dare of dreaming to have. He confidently led you to what appeared to be a grand dining room. The room bathed in the soft, flickering glow of candlelight, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. The delicate flames danced gracefully, creating patterns of light and shadow that played across the table. The air carried the subtle fragrance of the candles, a mix of vanilla and subtle hints of lavender.
The dining table was adorned with crisp, white linen, and the flickering candles were nestled in elegant holders, their glow reflecting off polished silverware and crystal glasses. Each flame seemed to dance in harmony with the gentle melody playing in the background, creating a soothing symphony that enveloped the space.
He pulled a chair for you, and instead of sitting across from you, he sat beside you. He chuckled lowly when he caught your questioning eyes, âI have been apart from you for so long today, little one. I need this to feel alive.â
You straightened up in vigilance that the other CEOs would show up. âAre the others here, too?â
He looked at you like you said something funny. The chef he hired today gently laid all the dishes he made, explaining about each dish before wishing the two of you an enjoyable night. Namjoon told you that he wouldnât feed you any of the food he made unless he enrolled himself in a culinary school first, hence the chef. He waited for the chef to leave before turning his full attention to you.
âI shipped them off to Antartica.â
âYou what?!â
âI simply said we were flying to Japan for a quick meeting. They believed. I lied. End of. So anyway, how many children do you think we should have?â
My God, you wanted so bad to lay on your bed and sleep the whole night. You though about filing for sick leave tomorrow, you were long overdue for a leave, anyway. Kim Namjoon was kind enough to drop you off. However, it was only after you promised him that you would talk about possible schools for your future children that he let you go.
On the other hand, your friend finally called and you were sorely disappointed to know more about what she gathered today. Her grandmother had to ask the other folks that lived in the mountain about your situation and it somehow appalled you that you werenât the first to experience this.
It was, at the same time, sad to see people resort to this from loneliness.
Was an artificial, forced love and companionship better than being alone?
There were both an instant and quite a long-term effect of the potion, she said. The instant was mostly upon ingesting the liquid. Once they locked eyes with the owner of the potion which so happened to be you since she technically gifted it to you, then the immense attraction would start. You thought that this explained why the seven of them all acted that way in the conference room.
The long-term effects were what caused you to groan all the way up to your apartment. And right then and there, you saw what the long-term effects were. As you trudged up to your apartment, you felt the exhaustion to your very bones. You were looking forward to a hot shower in an effort to wash away the problems that stemmed from a simple prank when you saw who was leaning against your front door.
The last of the CEO, Jung Hoseok, was leaning against the door, his head bowed down as he clutched his heart. He looked like he was in unfathomable pain, his lips almost the shade of white. And your friendâs words echoed in your mind.
âProlonged non-contact with the object of their desires will cause them to be physically ill.â
You hurried up to him, holding his shoulders as you looked at him. You were crouched down in front of him, peeking up at his pained face.
âS-sir, are you okay?â
His chest tightened, his face contorted, a mask of agony etched with lines of distress. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, evidence of the intense effort to draw in even the smallest amount of air. The hallway fell silent, save for the raspy, labored breaths that escaped him.
âThey may try to fight the unexplainable feelings they have, and this will only cause them harm. In fact, if they go without you for a long period of time, their body will suffer for a long time.â
âHoseok? Can you hear me? Iâll call for help, okay?â you tried to make yourself sound calm for his sake, but seeing him struggling, desperate to gasp for air was making you panic. Your negligence did this, you thought. You should have made sure that you were holding the right tumbler that day.
You were about to turn to call for help when you felt a hand pulled you closer, and before you knew it, he had his arms around you. He was still breathing hard, but you noticed that the shallow breathings were farther and apart as though he could finally breath. The moment you touched him, the moment you looked into his eyes was the exact moment that a wave of relief swept over him as the oppressive grip on his chest began to loosen. The moment that you called his name was the moment that the torment that had shackled his every breath gradually lifted, replaced by the sweet release of a deep, calming respiration.
âDonât leave me.â
âHowever, every interaction with you would only make their attraction grow further.â
You placed a glass of water in front of the man who now looked perfectly fine as though he wasnât fighting for his very life outside your apartment. He was offering you reassuring smiles as he gently watched you. He was surrounded by sacks of expensive cat food, toys, and vitamins. And of course, your cat was only too happy with them, evident by the excessive purring he was emitting as he climbed on the CEOâs lap.
âI did hear that you have an adorable son int the form of a cat,â he started as he petted your spoiled cat. âAs his future daddy, I would like to provide for him as early as now.â
You didnât pay attention to whatever he was saying, and instead, you sat next to him to see if he was really fine. The paleness was now exchanged by a healthy look on skin. It was as though that didnât happen.
âHoseok, listenâŠthe reason that you are all acting this way to me, the girl you didnât even notice before this, was because-â
âBecause of that drink, right?â he interrupted you, wearing a soft smile that conveyed he harbored no anger.
âY-you knowâŠâ
He nodded before tilting his head, âI do. Itâs weird, as you said. The thing is, all of us suspects the same thing. You, little one, only confirmed it.â
âI didnât mean for any of these to happen-â
The soft look he had was now dropped, revealing the strict CEO that everyone knew him to be. âRegardless, little one. You need to take responsibility over your actions.â
âH-how?â
âYouâre going to live with us until all of this fades. Youâre going to take responsibility over us, my love.â
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LACRIMOSA | MYG MAFIA YANDERE AU

pairings: mafia leader!yoongi x f!reader genre: mafia!au, yandere au, historical au
summary: Their interlocking gaze served as a butterfly effect on his heart, stirring it to the core. She, in turn, only dreams to find a way to escape. But perchance, over time she might forcefully learn to love the man who has taken so much from her.
Thus unfolds a twisted tale of love and loss, of hope and despair, of life and death. The music reverberated through the dimly-lit streets. Tears of sorrow, weeping symphony - reflects the hurt, the scars that linger deep within and the wounds that never healed. Lacrimosa.
chapter warnings: minors dni 18+ | mafia au, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, yandere, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behaviour, angst, religious references, implied age gap, hoseok-sshi being tired of yoongi, coercion, psychological manipulation, death, implied murder, mentions of cancer, strong language, misogyny, emotional distress, emotional manipulation, verbal confrontation, verbal abuse, suicidal ideation, "falling" from a horse, (partially fictional) lobotomy description, traditions of the clan, pledge, intimate themes, physical violence implied, psychological conflict, oral sex, fingering, handjob, vulnerability (if i forgot smth, pls i'm so sorrryy)
beta read by @chaoticpuff17
word count: 18,8K
disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, forbidden medical procedures, old social norms and traditions, which we do not condone.
author's note: WELL AT LAST INNIT? Y'all I swear Iâm as impatient to put this out but also so nervous coz this one was a hard one ya know. I decided to split this into two parts, and perhaps if this would be only one part I would have to write âthe endâ which Iâm still not contemptuous with soooo yeah. I canât believe we are almost at the end of it all. I still haven't decided whether I will write two endings or not. The ending that I initially intended prolly won't be fancied and I definitely scrapped the open ending, but you will never know coz I won't tell ya more.
ANYWAY - for those who asked a lot about Y/Nâs and Yoongiâs age gap, kudos for your patience. You can finally sleep in piece babies. Also, I have another fic that is setted in the world of CHAMPAGNE CONFETTI [now iâll know if youâre actually reading these notes hihi] of which preview will come soon after this chapter, again, very excited to push it out finally AND, yes to all of you if youâre still reading this note - CHAMPAGNE CONFETTI [what a promo] will come around as soon as Iâm finished with UNI this year. If yall be good I can pull out a preview out of my sleeve for Christmas coz that shit - well damn, just damn.
Massive thank you goes to @chaoticpuff17 who managed to beta read it almost right after it was finished coz that shit is looooooooong this time. I LOVE YOU BECCA đ„čđ«§đ©”
Love you all, p.
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seele (n.) the soul, inner essence, or spirit

Her mind was constantly occupied with thoughts she wished to speak loud, but couldnât. She wanted to warn, to tell the young souls that their minds were poisoned. Y/Nâs heart was heavy in her chest each time she lay in bed next to him, letting him pull her close and hold her for the entirety of the night. And far the biggest sacrifice and risk she had to make was giving him her body when he desired her. At least partially. He was pacing things slowly at first- step by step.Â
She never thought that in order to set herself free, she would have to give herself up first. However hard it was breaking her heart that she had to stoop so low in order to turn her life on a different path, had to be endured, sucked in.
She never understood what made her body so weak for him. Why did her mind scream for her to run even as her body yearned to be touched?
Yoongiâs hands moved over her body, igniting a fire that burned deep within her. She was supposed to feel like she was suffocating, drowning in the sea. But she could not let herself failânot this time.Â
His fingers traced the curve of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. His touch was gentle yet still so possessive. Yoongiâs lips brushed against her earlobe, and his warm breath reached the softness of her skin.
He leaned in, his lips capturing hers once more, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth. Y/N moaned, her body arching against his as he pulled her closer, his hands moving to cup her breasts.
He squeezed them gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, sending sparks flying through her body. Y/N shuddered, her hips grinding against his, her arousal building with every passing moment. His hands moved to the button of her skirt.
He popped the button, his fingers slipping inside to caress her warm, wet flesh. Y/N gasped, her body shuddering under his touch. Yoongiâs fingers moved faster, his thumb brushing over her clit.
Her hips bucked against his hand, her arousal building with every single moment. Yoongiâs fingers moved faster, his thumb circling her clit, his other fingers pumping in and out of her wet, pulsing core.
Y/Nâs body shuddered, her orgasm building, her mind spinning with pleasure, his thumb pressing harder against her clit, sending her over the edge.
Y/N cried out, her body arching against Yoongiâs as she came, her orgasm washing over her in waves. Yoongiâs fingers never stopped, his thumb still circling her clit, prolonging her pleasure.
As she came down from her orgasm, Y/N felt Yoongiâs fingers slide out of her, his thumb pressing one last time against her clit before moving away. He pulled her closer, his lips capturing hers.
Yoongiâs kiss was deep and intense, his tongue dancing with hers as their naked bodies pressed against each other. She could feel his hardness against her thigh, his desire for her clear. But he knew that she was not ready.Â
âI need you.â His voice was husky with pleasure and selfishness. Yoongi pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with desire.
âYou are so fucking beautifulââ His eyes never left hers when he lowered down to lay soft kisses on her lower abdomen.
ââAnd so fucking mine.â
Y/Nâs breath caught in her throat at Yoongiâs words. She could feel his warm breath against her skin as he continued to kiss her abdomen, his lips leaving a trail of heat and desire.
âYoongi,â she whispered, her voice hoarse. Yoongiâs eyes locked onto her most intimate parts. He lowered his head, his tongue darting out to taste her. Y/N gasped at the sensation, her body arching against his as he explored her most sensitive areas. His tongue was warm and wet, his touch gentle, seductive. This only happened in one of her dreams and never did she imagine this would be once a reality.
As he continued to pleasure her, Y/N felt herself getting closer and closer to another orgasm. Her body trembled with pleasure, her breath catching in her throat as she reached the peak.
With a loud cry, Y/N came again, her body shaking against Yoongiâs as he continued to pleasure her. As she came down from her orgasm, Yoongi slowly stood up, his eyes never leaving hers. Y/Nâs hands slid up Yoongiâs chest, her fingers digging into his skin. He reached down and began to undo his pants, his erection springing free, swollen with need. She knew what he expected of her, hence it was easier to just accept it and be done with it.Â
âCan I? ââ She asked, her voice trembling. She needs him to think she wants him just like he wants her. His eyes closed before he spoke with a husky voice.
âPleaseââ he choked out. He reached down and began to guide her hand onto his shaft, his fingers wrapping around hers to show her how to stroke him, feeling the heat and hardness of him. She could feel his pulse beating beneath her touch.
As she began to jerk him off, Y/N felt a some twisted sense of power and control. She could see the desire in Yoongiâs eyes and feel the need building within him. She increased her pace, her hand moving up and down his shaft in a rhythmic motion. Yoongiâs breath caught in his throat as Y/N continued to pleasure him. His eyes locked onto hers.
âDove,â he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. She could feel his body tensing, his need for release building. With a final stroke, Yoongi came, his orgasm washing over him hard, spurring the hot semen on her hand.
He did not last long, how could he when it was she pleasuring him?

The wedding of her sister was coming dangerously close, days went by rather quickly when there were no fights to fight or battles to win.
âDid you think of a gift for your husband, my dear?â An elderly female voice echoed on the terrace as she was sipping her tea. It was still not the warmest weather but the snow was by far almost gone and the sun was peeking through the white clouds. It was a perfect day to ride a horse.
âA gift?â Y/N squinted her eyebrows, not having a single clue as to what her mother was referring to.
âThe day of his birth is arriving soon.â The younger female almost choked on her herbal tea, she still kept drinking as Yoongi might be taking the activities in their bedroom slow for now, she does not know when he will stop being patient. The herbs will kill any seeds that could be planted in her womb.Â
Y/Nâs mind raced, her fingers tightening around the delicate porcelain cup. The bitter taste of the tea was a stark contrast to the sweetness she was expected to embody. The idea of giving a gift to the man who had taken everything from her felt like a cruel joke, a twisted irony that only deepened her resentment.
âA gift,â she repeated, the words almost foreign on her tongue. Her motherâs voice, though soft, held the weight of generations of expectations, yet Y/N could sense some undertone, a message to be conveyed. Expectations that Y/N had always felt burdened by, but now they were suffocating her, pressing down on her like a relentless tide.
âYes, a gift,â her mother continued, oblivious to the storm brewing behind Y/Nâs eyes. âSomething meaningful. You must show him your gratitude, your⊠affection.â She hesitated on the last word, perhaps sensing the tension in her daughter but brushing it off as the nerves of a newlywed. After all, this was the life she had been groomed forâsubmission, obedience, and silent suffering disguised as devotion.
Until she got the taste of freedom.
Y/N nodded mechanically, her mind already drifting away from the conversation. Her motherâs voice became a distant murmur, drowned out by the rush of her thoughts. How could she possibly give him something meaningful when every part of her being still wanted to run away from him? When every night she spent in his arms felt like a betrayal of herself?
The sunâs warmth on her skin felt almost mocking, a false promise of comfort in a world that had turned cold and unyielding. The thought of his birthday, of celebrating the man who held her captive in a gilded cage, was almost too much to bear. She felt her resolve slipping, the carefully constructed facade of the dutiful wife threatening to crack.
But she couldnât let it break, not yet. Not when she was so close to finding a way out. She had sacrificed too much, endured too much, to falter now.
âIâll think of something, Maâ Y/N finally replied, her voice calm, betraying nothing of the turmoil within. Her mother smiled, satisfied, and turned to gaze out at the garden. Y/N understood her words clearly. She followed her gaze, but all she saw was the vast emptiness that mirrored her own heart.
Her eyes narrowed down to her younger sister, watching her mount a horse, Taehyung by her side just like he had been for the past months. Her father is not nor never will be happy with both hers and her sisterâs elopements, not that itâs going to matter soon.
The sight stirred something bitter in Y/N, a pang of resentment mixed with a twisted sense of protectiveness. She spent days and nights wishing she could reverse Xiaoliâs fate.
âShe has changed,â her mother spoke again. Y/Nâs eyes closed whilst she breathed out a loud sigh.
âShe has, indeed,â Y/N muttered back. If she can call prefrontal lobotomy âa changeâ, then yes, Xiaoli has changed very much so.
âWhy canât you be happy for her?â Her motherâs voice, gentle but insistent, grated against Y/Nâs nerves like sandpaper.
âAre you happy for me, Ma?â Y/N countered quickly. The question hung in the air, heavy and charged, like the tense silence before a storm. Y/Nâs mother hesitated, her composure faltering for a fraction of a second before she regained her poise. Her eyes flickered, a shadow of something unreadable passing through them, but it was gone before Y/N could grasp it.
âYour happiness,â her mother began, carefully choosing her words, âhas always been⊠complicated.â
âComplicated,â Y/N echoed, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. It was a diplomatic way of saying that her happiness had never been a priority. In their world, happiness was a luxury, often sacrificed for the sake of duty, appearances, and survival.
âDo you think I do not know?â Y/N continued, her voice low, edged with the frustration she had suppressed for far too long. âDo you think I havenât noticed how you and father always looked at me with a kind of pity? As if Iâm some tragic figure in a story you would rather not tell?â
Her motherâs face remained impassive, but Y/N could see the tension in the way she held herself, the slight tremor in her hands as they rested in her lap. âI have always wanted the best for you,â her mother said, but the words felt rehearsed, as if she had said them a thousand times before and had long since stopped believing them.
âThen tell me, Ma,â Y/N pressed, leaning forward, her voice dropping to a whisper, âwhat is the best for me? Is it to be locked in a marriage where every night I lose a piece of myself? Or is it to watch as my sister being expe-â Y/N stopped herself from slipping such information out.
Y/Nâs breath caught in her throat as she realized how close she had come to revealing the unspeakable truth. She quickly clamped her mouth shut, biting back the words that had almost spilt out. Her motherâs eyes narrowed slightly, suspicion flickering in their depths, but Y/N forced herself to remain calm, to steady her racing heart.
Her motherâs gaze bored into her, searching for the secret Y/N had almost exposed, but Y/N refused to let it show. She couldnât afford to slip, not now, not when everything was hanging by such a fragile thread. But her motherâs finger that softly tapped next to her ear told her that she knows more than she shows. They are listening. They always do.
The elder woman sighed just like her daughter a few moments ago. âYou started to look happier these past weeks, I just thought that maybe, just maybe youâve found your peace in your life.â The older woman continued the conversation like no other message was sent her way.
She couldnât bring herself to meet her motherâs eyes, afraid of what she might see reflected thereâpity, disappointment, or worse, a recognition of the truth Y/N was so desperately trying to hide.
Her mother reached out, placing a hand gently on Y/Nâs arm. The touch was meant to be comforting, but it only served to remind Y/N of how disconnected she felt, and how far she had drifted from the person she used to be. âYou deserve happiness, Y/N. Real happiness. And I want that for you, more than anything.â
Y/N felt a lump rise in her throat, choking back the bitter retort that threatened to spill out. Happiness was a luxury she couldnât afford, not when every day was a battle to keep herself from falling apart, to protect the one person she had left in this world.
âI am trying, Ma,â she said instead, her voice barren, trying to find some semblance of peace, some way to reconcile the choices she had made. But that peace seemed as distant as the stars, something she could see but never touch.
Her mother gave her arm a gentle squeeze before letting go. âYou have always been so strong, Y/N. I know life has not been easy for you, but you have survived so much. I just hope that one day, you will not have to pretend anymore.â
Y/N nodded, unable to trust herself to speak. Her motherâs words were well-intentioned, but they felt like salt in a wound that had never fully healed. She wanted to tell her mother the truth, to explain the depths of her despair, the weight of the secrets she carried, but she could not. The risk was too great, the consequences too dire.
So instead, she buried the truth deeper, locking it away in the darkest corner of her mind. She would have to continue pretending, for now, until she could find a way outâif there even was one.
âNonetheless, do well to remember something for meââ her head turned to face her mother once more, awaiting what else she could possibly say to her.
âYou are the queen here, child.â
Y/N did not understand her motherâs words at the time, but she recalled their reunion all those months ago, hearing her say those words again.
Be a queen.
âHe is getting betterââ his voice resonated near her. She did not turn to face him until the chair next to her made an uncomfortable noise. He was far too busy today, busier than usual. He greeted her mother with respect each time.Â
Her mother is not the enemy here, nor she ever was. Yet, she is being watched with such precise carefulness by all the Min worshipers, maids, soldiers - everyone. Wang Zemo was the unspoken enemy that her husband is secretly planning to eliminate.
They are not speaking about that sensitive subject, yet Y/N knows that it is going to happen no matter what she thinks about her father. Unlessâ
âHow do you feel today?â he asked.
She finally turned to face him, her eyes searching for any sign of the concern she had grown used to. But today, something was different. There was an unfamiliar hardness in his gaze, a flicker of something she could not quite place.
âI am fine,â she replied, her voice steady despite the unease growing inside her. âJust a bit tired from last nightâs work.â
âThere is a jewellery showroom I would like to visit with you if you feel well enoughââ

The jewellery store was a haven of elegance, with its sparkling displays and refined ambience. It was a place where time seemed to stand still, each piece of jewellery capturing a moment of beauty and grace. Today, however, an air of tension hung over the store, palpable even among the glistening gems and polished glass cases.
Y/N could sense all the stares angled at them, all the whispers were heard by her ears, yet Yoongi remained unbothered. She on the other hand felt uneasy by such attention. After all, it is not every day they welcome such a powerful man in their store. Such a dangerous man.
She sensed something was amiss, her own worries momentarily forgotten as she watched the storeâs manager, conversing in hushed tones with an unknown man.
âWhy are we here?â She asked him with a sudden turn he did not expect. His demeanour was unreadable, as always, but she hoped for some clarity in his response. Yoongi looked at her, his gaze steady and reassuring.
âYour Eomma said you would fancy a new set of pearls like hers.â He smiled softly, caressing her cheek with his right hand, Y/N sensing the balance of warmth of it and the coldness of his rings he had worn.
Y/N raised an eyebrow, her scepticism evident. âBut my birthday is not for another month. Why so soon?â
Yoongi chuckled, a sound that seemed to ease the tension in the room just a bit. âConsider it an early surprise. You can wear them at the weddingââ
âYour birthday is coming, we should talk about that insteadââ she interrupted him, her tone still possessed a mix of frustration and confusion. Why would they talk about her birthday which is not for another month?
Yoongiâs smile faded slightly, and he glanced around the store, his eyes momentarily clouded with concern before he masked it again. âI just wanted to do something special for you, that is all. You have been doing so well, Dove.â
By doing well means, no tantrums, no screams, no broken vases thrown his way and they are living as a husband and wife, not just in the name. It was his way of acknowledging the fragile peace they had managed to maintain, the delicate balance that kept their world from shattering. He was selfish enough to consider himself making progress with her.
Y/N sighed, feeling the weight of his words. âWhat would you fancy for your birthday?â She asked carefully.
Yoongi paused, a hint of surprise flickering across his features. He chuckled a little before he leaned down to press his lips softly against hers for a moment, his hand slipping down to her belly.
âYou know,â he began, choosing his words carefully, âIâve been thinking⊠about something we already talked aboutââ
Y/N raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. âWhat do you mean?â Her gaze slipped down to his large hand on her belly, awaiting the worst.
He took a breath, his gaze steady as he looked into her eyes, while his forehead rested on hers. âI know I said that it will not help anything, but I would love to haveââ
âNot hereââ she said way too quickly, her voice tinged with urgency. âLet us not talk about it here, okay?â
His expression shifted, understanding, but a bit sad as his first thoughts led him to rejection.
âI am sorry, this is not the right place, ââ he replied, his voice lowering to a whisper as if he feared that even speaking about it might attract unwanted attention. âBut I want you to know it is on my mind, Dove.â
Y/N felt a flutter in her chest, a conflict brewing within her. The idea of a child, of a future that seemed so distant.Â
âCan we talk at home?â She asked carefully. The tension in his shoulders eased, she wanted to talk about it, and his heart started to beam.
âDeal. Let us just find you those pearls for now, hm?â A little peck on his lips was enough confirmation that she was more than ready to pick up some jewellery and leave.
As they moved through the store, the vibrant displays of jewellery momentarily distracted them from the weight of their conversation. Y/N couldnât shake the thought of Yoongiâs words, though. She knew she needed to play her role. However, she was not ready to make such a big sacrifice for the taste of freedom. She had a different scenario in her head.
âWhat do you think about these pearls?â She gestured towards a stunning strand that caught the light just right, reflecting an array of colours.
Yoongiâs gaze followed her gesture, and he leaned closer to examine the pearls. âThey are beautiful. They remind me of youâclassic and timeless beauty,â he said, his tone playful but sincere.
She laughed softly, the tension of their earlier conversation easing. âYou just say that because I am wearing a white dress.â
âMaybe,â he admitted, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. âBut I mean it.â He smiled at her, his eyes reflecting the love he felt for her with the hope that perhaps when they returned home, they could explore the depths of their future dreams together. Perhaps.

The private dining room was filled with the warm glow of candlelight, the scent of delicious food wafting through the air. The large table was set with an assortment of dishes, each more appetizing than the last.
Y/N glanced around, taking in the sight of the family gathered together, a rare moment these days when everyone is put to work. Each member of the family had a role to play, each one integral to the operation and survival of the Min clan.
She and Seokjin run around the hospital doing what they can to heal and help those in need. These past weeks were especially busy after several raids on the warehouses the Min clan owns.
Taehyung worked his magic, covering every single trace that would make the whole syndicate fall.
Jungkook, seated beside Jimin who has been running the hotel perfectly, took a deep breath. âThe Min soldiers are ready. We have increased patrols around the warehouses and fortified our defences. I have got the best man on it, Yoongi-hyung. We will not let anything happen again like last time.â
âYoongi nodded, his expression serious. âGood. We cannot afford any more breachesââ
Jungkook nodded firmly. âI will.â
Hoseok leaned back in his chair, his usually cheerful demeanour replaced with a hard edge. âI have been tracking down leads on whoâs responsible for the raids. We have collected some old debts and sent a clear message.â
âIt has been happening way too often lately,ââ Namjoon cleared his throat, bringing the attention back to the whole table.
âIt is the peak of the trade season, innit?â Yoongi mused out loud. Not bothered by that at the moment, he knows he can rely on his men. His wife sticking the food around with her chopsticks, pretending to eat from the barely filled marble dish bothered him more.
They have yet to return to their conversation but that is not what occupies her mind now. Yoongi yet again wondered whether her silence meant that she was considering what he said or being tortured by that thought.
âHow are things over at the sanatorium?â The right-hand man raised the question when he cleared his throat, hoping to get the young Buin to talk about the sector that was entrusted to her. Under the watchful eye of Doctor Kim Seokjin.
Yoongi, seated at the head of the table, glanced at her with a small smile. Despite the tension of the past weeks, moments like this reminded him of why they fought so hard. He reached under the table, finding her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. Then, with a gentle, almost tender gesture, he picked up a piece of grilled fish and placed it on her plate.
âWe have zero deaths so far, thanks toââ Seokjinâs voice became a blur when she noticed his hand squeezing hers.
âEat up, Doveââ Yoongi said softly, ignoring Seokjinâs report, his eyes filled with concern. Xiaoli looked around the table with wide eyes, still getting used to the boisterous dynamics of the group.
âAre you feeling fine, Unnie?â She pried, eating a piece of kimchi while doing so. âYou have been working a lot lately.â
âJust peachy, pumpkin,â Y/N replied with a bright smile, trying to mask the fatigue she felt. She noticed the way Yoongiâs brow furrowed slightly at her response, a subtle reminder of their shared worries, but she chose to brush it off.
Hoseok, sitting across from her, leaned in with a teasing grin. âPeachy? You have been working more hours than Jin-hyung at the hospital, Buinââ he expressed his concern.
âAnd I love workingââ Y/N began, her voice light, but she was quickly interrupted by Jin, who feigned horror.
âYes, yes and yes, that does not change that you should take a little break.â Jin insisted, his tone dramatic as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.
âOh shut up, you do need me, Dr Kim.â Y/N shot back playfully, her smile growing wider as she tried to lighten the mood.
âTouchĂ©,â Jin replied, holding his hands up in mock surrender. âBut that does not mean you should work yourself into the ground. You are not invincible, Buin.â
Jungkook leaned forward, a teasing glint in his eye. âYeah, the last thing we need is for our favourite sister to pass out in the middle of surgery because she did not eat breakfast!â He noticed. Of course he did.Â
Y/N rolled her eyes at him playfully. âI can manage just fine. I am not collapsing anytime soon. I promise!â
âNot with that attitude,â Namjoon said, leaning back with an amused expression. âBut let us not test the limits of your endurance, okay?â
âEat up, Dove. No more arguments,â Yoongi said firmly, though his voice softened at the end.
Y/N looked at the fish, then back up at him. âI will, but you all need to stop treating me like I am fragile, at least I am not that fragile anymoreââ her voice fell down at the end of the sentence.
Nobody forgot, even though it seemed like they did. The scar on her neck is yet to fade and smooth into her skin. Before she managed to slip to those thoughts, Jiminâs voice echoed through the room.
âHow about a spa day, girls?â Y/N chuckled lightly, glancing around the table, endorsing that kind of domesticity. But when she looks at her sister and sees a woman she never was before, it makes her heart ache.
October through November 1938
Fresh off the boat from China, her wide-eyed innocence was observable by many others. The scent of hay mingled with the musky aroma of leather and sweat as she walked through the stables, admiring the majestic kladrubers behind the iron bars. Reaching through them, her hands deftly brushed against their sleek coats.
She came here to forget about all the screaming that was happening behind closed doors of the room that was âpolitelyâ offered to them. Her father wanted to come home, with her sister preferably, but the young Korean Kkangpae just had to be so madly in love with Y/N that he was not willing to let her just go. At least, that is what Xiaoli observed from behind the scenes.
The younger sister did not know how it came to this nor what was his business with her father, and she will most likely never know the whole truth nor she will remember. She was not like her sister Y/N. Xiaoli knew very well that she must marry a wealthy mafia lord, a strong ally to her father at best. Hence, she made her peace with it since the first time she bled and became a woman.
The time was ticking and knowing that Y/N got to get higher education shifted the focus on her instead. Xiaoli was moulded to be the perfect, obedient and dutiful wife Y/N would never become. Not because she was not capable but because her sister had different ambitions. Ambitions that Xiaoli believed would kill her and many others. And once, she understood them. That proved to be no longer the case.
Y/N wanted to be a doctor, she wanted to help people, heal people and Xiaoli understood that was the persona she grew in.
She admired her sister for her strength and resilience. It would not take the man her sister is engaged to a second more to charm Xiaoli - in the right circumstances. He was handsome, successful, and certainly very intelligent as he managed to put the whole Triad on their feet by swaying Y/N.
The scar made him even more intriguing in Xiaoliâs eyes. There was something about the respect that vibrated through the room once he stepped in. She was not allowed to attend the meeting or meet her sister that day, and per her motherâs words, âit would only hurt her seeing youâ.
Well, it definitely hurt Xiaoli. They spent very little time together these past years and she missed her dearly. The happiness and pride she felt on the day Y/N finally graduated was short-lived; their aunt passed away and even she was not stupid enough to not realise what it meant.
Sitting at the breakfast table in their family mansion back in Hong Kong, a rageful scream reverberated through the walls. The news that Y/N took the chance and ran for the hills.
âShe barely reaches your chin, how come you were not able to stop her!â
The echoes of the scream seemed to linger in the opulent dining room, bouncing off the intricate wooden panelling and crystal chandeliers.
Xiaoliâs mother stood at the head of the table, her face twisted with fury and disbelief. The usually composed matriarch of the family was unrecognizable, her controlled demeanour shattered by the news of Y/Nâs escape.
Xiaoliâs father, Wang Zemo sat in his chair with a deep frown etched on his face, his hands clenched into fists. He was a man of few words, but his silence was more intimidating than any outburst. The tension in the room was suffocating, each family member drowning in their own thoughts and fears.
The Lieutenant stood at the door frame to the dining room they were gathered in. Trembling under Wang Zemoâs hard glance.
âWe did not think she would go that far,â he muttered, his voice shaky, afraid to lose his head. What he meant is that they trusted her sister to not do anything like that.
Xiaoliâs heart ached back then. She knew Y/N had been unhappy with the arranged marriage, but she hadnât realized the depths of her despair. She admired her sisterâs courage to defy their parents and the entire Triadâs expectations, but she also feared for her safety. Running away from such powerful families was no small feat, and the repercussions could be deadly.
âStupid girlââ Wang Zemo scoffed at his oldest childâs incompetence to meet the expectations.
âShe jeopardized everything!â Wang Zemo repeated, his voice rising with each syllable. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the table, the wood creaking under the pressure.
Xiaoliâs mother placed a calming hand on Wang Zemoâs shoulder, though her expression was one of thinly veiled panic.
âWe need to stay calm,â she urged, her voice steady but strained. âAnger will not bring her back.â Wang Zemo shook off her hand, standing up abruptly.
He turned to the Lieutenant, his eyes narrowing. âWhat have you done to find her?â
The Lieutenant stammered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. âWe have mobilized all available men. We are taking every possible lead, and every contact she might have. But... but she has been very careful, sir. It is almost like she planned this way ahead..â
âOf course she did,â Xiaoli thought, feeling a mix of pride and sorrow for her sister. Y/N had always been meticulous and determined. She would not have run away on a whim; she would have made sure she had a solid plan.
âNot good enough,â Wang Zemo growled. âI want results. And I want them nowââ
âYour fucking failure reflects on all of us!âÂ
Xiaoli could feel the tears threatening to spill over, but she blinked them back, refusing to show any weakness. She had to be strong, for her sister and for herself.
Xiaoliâs mother flinched at the vulgarity, her mask of composure slipping for just a moment. The Lieutenantâs face turned a shade paler, and he nodded vigorously, desperate to appease his furious boss.
âFather,â Xiaoli spoke up, her voice surprisingly firm. âMaybe we should consider why Y/N ran away. Forcing her back might just not be the answer.â
Wang Zemoâs eyes snapped to her, his expression one of disbelief mixed with anger. âAre you questioning me, Xiaoli?â
âNo, Father,â she said quickly but then gathered her courage. âI just think... there must be a better way. Y/N is smart. She would not do this without a good reason. Maybe we should try to understand her, rather than just bring her back by force.â She rephrased herself.
A heavy silence filled the room, everyone waiting for LÇodĂ âs reaction. He stared at Xiaoli for a long moment before he finally spoke, his voice surprisingly calm but dangerously low.
âYou do not have the same sinful intentions as your sister, daughter, right?â
âOf course not.â She forced a smile.
The conversation ended before it managed to even start. Xiaoliâs voice was never heard once she spoke up, and the most devastating was that not even her older sister could advise their father or her mother. The only woman that the hot-headed Wang Zemo ever listened to was their dear auntie, but she is no longer here to prevent him from the madness he is planning to do.
There is no one to make Wang Zemo see reason anymore.
The warm sun filtered through the slats of the stable, casting playful shadows across the hay-strewn floor. There he stood, at the very edge, her heart racing as she took in the sight of him. His strong form bent over one of the kladrubers, grooming the horse with gentle precision. Xiaoli quietly watched him from a distance, adored in tailored high-waisted trousers, in a rich earth tone, paired with a fitted, button-down shirt. His choice of leather riding boots suggests functionality and style, perfect for a day at the stables.
Xiaoliâs heart raced as she observed Kim Taehyungâs deft movements. She admired not just his looks but the quiet confidence he exudedâa stark contrast to the chaos of her family. His demeanour and interaction with his brothers.
They have been talking.Â
Matter of fact, they have been talking daily. Sometimes from far away, it felt like they were talking more than casually. Xiaoli cherished the moments she spent with Taehyung, often finding solace in their conversations at the stables, sun room or dining hall.
They would talk about everythingâhis aspirations, her dreams, the horses they adored. He shared stories of his familyâs dynamics, highlighting the playful banter with his brothers, while she opened up about the weight of her own familial expectations, carefully steering the discussions to remain light-hearted. But he noticed her dissatisfaction.Â
Taehyung looked up, a warm smile spreading across his face, instantly lighting up his sharp features when he saw her standing near him.
âHey there, angelâ he said, his tone inviting, âWant to help?â
Xiaoli nodded, her pulse quickening. As she moved beside him, the connection sparked an unexpected flutter in her chest. There was something about him that felt safe, a reprieve from her tumultuous life.
Their fingers brushed as they reached for the grooming brush at the same time, and Taehyung chuckled softly.
âI donât biteââ
Xiaoliâs cheeks flushed, and she laughed lightly, feeling an ease she had not known in ages. The playful banter continued, their laughter echoing softly against the stable walls, and for a moment, the weight of her familyâs expectations and her fatherâs wrath slipped away.
âWould you give me the honour to accompany you riding today, angel?â Xiaoli hesitated, glancing down at her hands.
âI wish I could, Taehyung-sshi, but I cannot todayââ Taehyungâs smile faltered for just a moment, but he quickly masked it with understanding.
âWhat is the matter, dear?â Xiaoli bit her lip, avoiding his gaze.
âIt is just... my fatherâs been on edge lately, and I donât want to risk making things worse. Truth to be told, he is not very keen on spending my leisure time with you.â
Taehyungâs brow furrowed with concern, and he took a step closer, his voice softening.
âI do not fancy your father either, but he also does not fancy any of my clan.â
Xiaoli nodded, understanding the unspoken tension that simmered beneath their lighthearted exchanges. âI know, but that makes it all the more complicated.â
He leaned closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. âYou deserve to enjoy yourself, regardless of what he thinks. Life is too short for shadows.â He mused.
âI knowââ she started, her voice barely above a whisper.
âSpend it with me.âÂ
He said softly but rather abruptly, closing the distance between them. Her eyes searched for any signs of foul play but found none. Her breathing became shaky and her mind started to spin around all the scenarios that her father would be starring in as the villain. Xiaoliâs heart raced at his words, caught between desire and duty.
âWhat?ââ She asked, shocked. Xiaoli took a deep breath, the weight of the moment heavy on her chest.
âTaehyung, I appreciate how you feel. I truly do. But I must be honest with you.â He tilted his head, a flicker of concern crossing his face.
âI think of you as a friend, someoneâŠsomeone I can confide in, butâŠbut nothing more,â she continued stammering, although her voice remained gentle. âWith everything going on, I need to focus on my family and my responsibilities. I thought you understood thatââ
Taehyungâs expression softened, and he nodded slowly, masking his disappointment and internal anger.
âFriends it is.â He said through gritted teeth. The moment hung in the air, tinged with unspoken emotions, yet Xiaoli felt a bittersweet relief wash over her. In a world where love could be both a luxury and a burden, she valued the connection they shared, however fleeting it was.
Unfortunately for her, Kim Taehyungâs intentions are rooted far too deep to be classified as friendship.
âTomorrow, we shall go take this boy for a ride, what you say, angel?â
Taehyungâs voice dripped with a charm that both thrilled and unnerved her.
Xiaoli hesitated, a flicker of unease creeping into her heart. âIââ
âCome on, it shall be fun! Just you and me,â he urged, his eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and something deeper, something she couldnât quite place.
She took a breath, sensing the weight of his expectations.
âOf courseââ

The flickering candlelight cast long shadows on the walls, the quiet ticking of a clock echoing in the background. She had written to Y/N again. Despite everything, despite the unspoken rules the Korean Kkangpae established - as per Taehyungâs words.
She had a strong feeling that something was going to go down the hill, and she expressed this in her plea letters to her sister who is being held in a place called the Sanctuary. Nobody ever knew where this place was hidden. Hidden from all those who wished for the downfall of the Min empire the scarred leader was extending slowly.
The words flowed onto the page, frantic and desperate - whatever happens, I shall not be able to control it. I feel like the choices will be taken away from me, dear sister.
But as she folded the paper, her heart ached. She had no idea if she could send it. No idea if she would ever be able to.
A soft knock at the door startled her, and before she could even respond, Taehyung entered, his presence filling the room like a storm. His sharp gaze immediately fell on the letters.
âWe have talked about this, Xiaoli, you know that that is forbidden,â he asked, his voice smooth, almost too calm. The Taehyung she was seeing now was different from the one she met when she first laid foot onto the Min grounds. He has changed, and it was her rejection that led him to show his true colours to her.
Xiaoliâs heart skipped a beat. âI just wish to tell her I miss her,â she whispered, almost pleading. His hands quickly unfolded the paper she had laid in front of her, reading the words. That is when Xiaoli knew she was destined to be doomed.
âShe is my sister, Taehyung. I cannot just abandon her like this.â
âYou can,â he said, his voice suddenly hard. âAnd you will for now. She needs to adjust to her life as Buin of this clan.â
Xiaoliâs breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickening at the mention of Buin, the title that now belonged to her sister, the role that would tether Y/N even deeper to the Kkangpae.
âI can see that you are continuing this insanity that your dear sister exhibits too. Disobedience must be running in your family, but we shall change that soon.âÂ
Taehyung stepped closer, his presence engulfing her, the scent of his cologne overpowering the faint smell of the letterâs ink. His fingers brushed the paper on the desk, now crumpled and discarded, and Xiaoliâs breath hitched at the coldness in his touch.
âWhat are you talking about again Taehyung? I thought we were done speaking about this topic.â Taehyungâs gaze sharpened, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer, the air thickening with the tension between them.
âI shall see you in the morning, and I hope that a good sleep will bring you to your senses.â He said, his voice lowering, a cold warning hanging in the silence. Xiaoliâs heart raced, a wave of frustration and helplessness flooding through her.
âI will not let you break me. No is a noââ she raised her voice when he was about to leave the room. She lifted her chin, refusing to back down.
âNor will you break my sister, mark my words Kim Taehyung, and be sure to tell them to that leader of yours.â
For a moment, there was silence.
Taehyungâs lips curled into a cold smile.
âYou love me, Xiaoli. You doââ his bold and explicit words sent a tidal wave through her body.
âThe sooner you accept it, the sooner you can live without the weight of that foolishness.â

âGood morning, angel.â
Truth to be spoken, Xiaoli was afraid to not come and a part of her knew that he would have his way nonetheless. Today, she was determined to put an end to Kim Taehyung's attempts to groom her.
Before she could reply, Xiaoli felt his lips brushing against hers, soft yet demanding. The world around them faded, leaving only the warmth of their connection, the lingering tension of unspoken words. She found herself responding,telling herself, just this once, curiosity mingling with a twinge of fear. She did not understand what was happening. Did she not make her standing in their relationship clear last night? His vulgarity shocked her.Â
The air was crisp and cool in November, a hint of frost glimmering on the ground as Xiaoli and Taehyung stood close in the stable, the warmth of their earlier kiss lingering like a sweet echo. The horses shifted in their stalls, unaware of the tension that had just shifted between the two of them.
The next moment, she was observing his muscular hands saddling the horse for her, still not understanding what happened. Too shocked to speak, to even comment or reply good morning to him.
Taehyungâs posture was relaxed, but beneath the surface, an insidious obsession twisted within him. He guided his horse closer to hers, a gleam in his eye that hinted at the darkness lurking beneath his charming façade.
âHave you thought about my proposal, my beloved?â He asked, curious. His proposal was rather sudden and the change in him very obvious. He was not hiding his feelings for her anymore. At least that is how he perceived the situation.
âTaehyung,-â she called out softly, watching as he approached, his breath misting in the cold air. His usual confident stride seemed tempered by the seasonâs sombre beauty.
âI am not sure if I can fully embrace this. I told you soââ she admitted, her gaze unwavering. He lifted his eyesight to meet hers. Taehyung, mounted on his sleek black horse, maintained a close pace beside Xiaoli, who rode a chestnut mare. The crisp air was filled with the sounds of hoofbeats crunching through the snow.
âDo you feel that?â Taehyung asked, his breath visible in the frosty air. âIt is as if the world is ours alone.â
Xiaoli glanced at him, warmth blooming in her chest. âNature is certainly beautiful,â she replied, the thrill of the ride mixing with the tension that still lingered after their kiss.
âJust like you,â he said, the sincerity in his voice making her heart race. âI want to share moments like this with you forever.â
âTaehyungâŠâ She whispered, her disapproval evident in her voice.
âXiaoli, belovedââ he said, voice smooth yet edged with intensity, âimagine a life where you belong to me, where no one can take you away. You would never have to worry about your father or anyone else. Just us.â His smile was wide, but there was a predatorâs hunger behind it.
âDid we not share good times together, angel?â She shifted uncomfortably in her saddle, feeling the weight of his gaze.
âTaehyung, this is not what I want. I already have obligationsââÂ
He interrupted, his tone sharpening.
âI can become your obligation, would you not fancy that over marrying a stranger?â He stressed out.
âWe have our lives, our families, and that kissââ
âWas it not real, my dear?â he interrupted, a spark of frustration flashing in his eyes.
âUncalled for!â She raised her voice.
âYou cannot just kiss me, Taehyung, we talked about us being friends just yesterday, did we not?â she said, trying to find the right words. Taehyungâs expression softened, and he nodded slowly, acknowledging the weight of her words.
But as they rode deeper into the woods, Xiaoli could not shake the feeling that something had shiftedânot just between her and Taehyung, but within herself. The kiss replayed in her mind, its intensity causing her to question her feelings.
The snowflakes swirled around them, creating an enchanting atmosphere that felt almost dreamlike. But beneath the surface, Xiaoli knew this was not going to end well for her.
âIs this yet another strategic move of your Kkangpae?â She blurted out. Taehyungâs expression darkened at her words, the playful glint in his eyes replaced by something more intense.
âAnd if it is?â he cut in, anger and hurt lacing his tone. âI am offering you everything, and you are turning me down for what? Some semblance of duty?â
âThe future I want does not include you!â she cried, her voice trembling. They cannot be friends, she has decided that it will be better to lose him than fall in line. The reality of their situation hung heavily between them, each word slicing deeper than the last.
âYou do not have to part with your sister ever again!â Her mind stops for a fleeting moment, thinking about this for some peculiar proposal.
âYou think this will make me fall in love with you, do you not?â she spat, the bitterness on her tongue sharp enough to cut through the tension in the room.
His lips curled into a cold, controlled smile, the kind of smile that made her skin crawl. âLove,â he murmured, getting closer until their faces were mere inches apart. âLove will come, in time. Whether you want it or not.â
Her body tensed, every fibre of her being fighting against the reality of it all. This is not love, she thought, her mind screaming with the agony of the truth.
Taehyungâs eyes narrowed, a mix of desperation and determination flaring within them. âYou do not even know what you want yet, Xiaoli. You are running from a feeling that can change everythingââ
âYou make me feel alive,â he continued, searching her eyes for understanding.
âTaehyung, I cannotââ her tears spilt over, her voice losing its power.
âJust trust me,â he urged, his fingers brushing her arm. âGive in.â
âWhat are youââ
In a swift motion, he pushed his horse forward, pressing against her side. Xiaoli instinctively jerked her reins, trying to regain control. The sudden jolt sent her horse rearing back, and she lost her balance, falling hard to the ground. Pain exploded in her head as it connected with the earth, a sharp crack reverberating in the stillness around them.
Taehyung dismounted swiftly, panic lacing his features for a fleeting moment that luck was not on his side, that she fell harder than he wanted her to. But before you could blink it was all replaced by a chilling calmness.
âEverything shall be alright, my beloved. I shall make it all better,â he murmured, his voice soft yet chillingly possessive.
âI love you.â

The world spun into a blur of pain and darkness, Xiaoliâs last coherent thought was the cold touch of Taehyungâs hand, his voice a chilling promise in her ear.
When she woke, her head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache. Her surroundings were unfamiliar, a stark contrast to the snowy forest. The room was sterile, the air heavy with the scent of antiseptics. Her body felt restrained, bound to a cold, metal table. Panic surged through her veins as she struggled to move, but the restraints held firm.
Blinking slowly, she tried to make sense of her surroundings, the sterile white walls closing in on her. Kim Seokjin, one of the seven, stood at the foot of the bed, his face an unreadable mask. Dressed in a pristine white coat, he exuded an unsettling calmness. The tools of his trade lay meticulously arranged on a nearby table.
Xiaoli knew that he was the familyâs doctor, but she did not understand what she was doing in his practice.
âDoctor Kim... what am I doing here?" Her voice was a fragile whisper when she addressed the older male, barely audible over the pounding of her heart.
He approached her slowly, his eyes cold and clinical. âThere is no need to be afraid, dear. I will make it all better for you now.â
Strapped to the bed, Xiaoliâs attempts to move were futile. Panic surged through her veins as Seokjin prepared the instruments, his movements deliberate and precise. Tears streamed down her cheeks, the horror of her situation sinking in with every passing second.
âIs this what you did to your fiancĂ©e?!â Xiaoli remembers the talks of the young female kicking and screaming any moment she had the chance to, just to make it harder for Doctor Kim in public, making everybody know that she was here against her will.
Seokjin paused, a flicker of emotion crossing his otherwise stoic face. For a brief moment, his eyes softened, memories perhaps surfacing in his mind. But the moment was fleeting, replaced quickly by his professional detachment.
âHer thoughts were just as confused as yours,â he murmured, almost to himself. âBut in the end, it was necessary. For her, and for us.â
The drastic change in her demeanour did not go unnoticed, yet everybody chose to ignore that, calling it her âenlightenment.â
Xiaoliâs heart raced faster, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. âNo, please. You do not have to do this. I can... I can leave. I shall not tell anyone that this ever happened.â
âYou would leave your dear older sister here when we are offering you life within our ranks?â
His words struck a nerve, the mention of her sister pulling at Xiaoliâs deepest fears. âMy sisterâŠ,â she stammered, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She couldnât abandon her, but she couldnât accept this twisted fate either. Y/N would want her to fight this.
Seokjinâs eyes hardened, his patience thinning. âThis is not a negotiation, Xiaoli. Your sister is safe, and she will remain so as long as you comply.â
In that unfortunate situation, Xiaoli did not know that there was no way that they would do something to Y/N, how could they? She ought to be the queen of them all. They cannot risk it going the wrong way.
A sob escaped her lips, the weight of her predicament crashing down on her. âPlease, Doctor Kim. There must be another way.â
âYou sound just like her. Your pleas are almost identicalââ Seokjinâs expression softened, but only slightly.
âThere is not. This is for your own good and for the good of the family. You will understand in time that Taehyung-sshi is the best thing that could ever come your way, child.â
Xiaoliâs tears flowed freely as Seokjin moved closer, the cold metal of his instruments glinting under the harsh lights. Her mind raced, searching for any possible escape, but the reality of her situation was inescapable.
âPlease...,â she whispered one last time, her voice breaking.
Seokjinâs hand rested gently on her forehead, a mockery of comfort. âHush now, Xiaoli. It will all be over soon.â
As the procedure began, Xiaoliâs cries echoed in the sterile room, a haunting symphony of despair. âPlease...,â she whispered, her voice cracking. âI cannot do this.â
Seokjin approached her with a syringe in hand, his expression one of detached professionalism. The needle glinted ominously in the harsh light, a harbinger of the nightmare to come. âThis will help you relax,â he said, his tone clinical and devoid of empathy.
Xiaoliâs heart pounded in her chest as the needle pierced her skin, a sharp sting that quickly gave way to a spreading numbness. Her vision blurred at the edges, the room tilting and swaying as the sedative took hold. Despite the fog settling over her mind, the panic continued to surge through her veins.
As the sedative dulled her senses, Xiaoliâs thoughts became fragmented, and disjointed. Memories of her childhood with Y/N flashed before her eyes, moments of laughter and love now tainted by the fear of losing herself. She tried to cling to those memories, to hold on to the essence of who she was, but they slipped through her fingers like sand.
âWhy are you even doing this?â she managed to murmur, her voice slurred by the sedative. âPlease... I will do anything...â
âBecause you were not ready to accept his love and the love of this clan, my dear,â Seokjin replied, his voice eerily calm. Xiaoliâs thoughts grew increasingly disjointed, a chaotic jumble of fear, pain, and fragmented memories.
Seokjinâs voice broke through the haze, a steady drone that contrasted sharply with the chaos in her mind. âYou will be better soon. You will see things clearly and understand your place.â
âPray for your sister to not need this.â Xiaoliâs mind shut down in a desperate bid for self-preservation. The last thing she saw was Taehyungâs face, his expression a mixture of triumph and possession before everything faded to black.
Her head was secured tightly after she lost consciousness, Seokjin carefully lifted her upper eyelid, exposing the soft tissue beneath. The point of entry is the thin, bony orbital roof, a structure that protects the eye within its socket. He is trying to do this without having to opt for the leucotome method.
Inserting the slender leucotome, just above the eyeball he severed the white matter fibres of her prefrontal cortex, methodically disconnecting the very essence of her thoughts and emotions, enough to just reorganize her persona into something she was not. Less capable of resistance, less capable to decide for herself.
âThis better work, Seokjin, I cannot lose her.â His words cut through the air, a desperate plea as his gaze fixed on Xiaoliâs still form. She had to come back as the woman he wantedâobedient, loyal, bound to him in every way.
Nobody would ever notice. After all, Xiaoli was never opposed to being a wife of a high profile mafia member in comparison to her sister.
Her thoughts, her dreams, her fearsâall of them slipping away, restructured, reshaped. The woman Taehyung had demanded would emerge from this, but at what cost?
Xiaoli would no longer fight him. She would no longer question him. In time, she would look to him, and him alone, for purpose.
Her body would heal; the bruising would fade, and the scar on her scalp would eventually blend, after all, everybody will think that it needed to be done after her unfortunate fall from the horse.
âIf not, I will do it on the other side too, but that is riskyâ Seokjin murmured, but even he wasnât sure if he believed it. Doing it with only one side was just as risky. The woman she had been might not return, but the woman Taehyung desired most certainly would.
âWhy?â Taeyhung voiced.Â
âYou do not want her to be a vegetable, do you?âÂ
Xiaoli, the girl who would fight for her sister to be free of the notorious Korean Kkangpae Min, would cease to exist.
The rest would simply be a matter of time.

The next time she wished to write to her sister, innocently, Taehyungâs hand shot out, swiftly taking hold of the letters and ripping them from her grasp before she could finish her sentence. The paper fluttered to the floor, torn and lifeless.
âYou cannot write to her, Xiaoli,â he said, each word deliberate. Xiaoli could not shake off the familiarity of this moment. As if she was reliving something from before.
âYou belong here now, with me, love. You owe everything to this clan. To me.â
Her throat tightened, tears welling in her eyes as she tried to hold onto the fragments of herself that still fought to resist. âAlright, I understand.â
âShe is safe,â he said, his voice cold and final, âand if she is to remain so, she will need to embrace her new life, just as you will. You will have no more distractions, no more ties to the past. Your sister will adjust, just like you did.â
She was a shell that smiled when expected, nodded in approval when necessary, and followed Taehyungâs every command without question. She was no longer a woman who sought freedom for her sister, who fought against the weight of the world. No, she was now simply hisâhis to guide, to possess, to mould into the role that had been chosen for her.
The pain of her sisterâs struggle was no longer her burden to bear, not when she had been given a new, more fitting role to play. She belonged here now, she understood thatâat least, she told herself she did. The clan had welcomed her with open arms, and Taehyungâs presence was both commanding and comforting. He was the anchor to her existence now, and she had no choice but to submit, for it was the only life she had left.
The day of their wedding arrived, the final step in the transformation of Xiaoli into the woman she had been shaped to be. The air was thick with anticipation, the ornate halls of the family compound dressed in rich colours, the scent of incense mingling with the opulence of the setting. Guests, powerful men and women from every corner of the clan gathered in hushed reverence, all eyes on the bride as she stepped into the room.
The silk fabric, lustrous ivory, was adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to dance in the flickering light, each thread whispering secrets of elegance and heritage. Her attire was simple yet breathtakingâa testament to timeless beauty. Even though it tinged Y/N with sadness that her sister chose to wear a Korean wedding dress instead of showing off their culture. It seemed that they even took the country out of her too.
The ceremony was a blur, just like everything else. The vows, the prayers, the promisesâthey all felt distant, detached. There was no room for anything more. Not when her thoughts, her emotions, had been so carefully erased, so perfectly reshaped to fit this role. She loved him, because she was told to do so.
As they left the altar together, Taehyungâs hand around hers, there was a finality to the moment that left her breathless. The gold band on her finger, heavy with meaning, designed with filigree â an oval, dark red ruby sat at its centre, glowing with an almost ominous warmth.
She glanced upon her sister sitting next to her husband once the ceremony was almost at its end. Her hand was sliced with a knife, Y/N, now the Min Buin, watched in silence, her expression unreadable. Xiaoli saw only the coldness of a woman who had embraced her new role.
She recited her pledge of loyalty to them and Y/N could not help herself but sigh. She could not reverse Xiaoliâs fate. The girl she knew was long gone and the woman she became was not who Y/N knew. Although, that will not make her love her less.
Her gaze flickered to Xiaoli, and for a brief moment, there was a flicker of somethingâregret, perhaps, or guiltâbut it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.
Xiaoliâs bloodied trembling hand remained pressed against Y/Nâs belly, a symbol of sacrifice, for what was to come. Y/N looked at her for a long moment before her hands gripped Xiaoliâs to reassure her for the last time that she was here. Min Yoongiâs watchful eyes did not miss this slight change in both of them, but for now, he is determined to let it slip.Â
âBlessed be the fruit of your future legacy, Kkangpae Min.â

âLÇodĂ Wang wishes to speak to you, Min Buin.â Y/N has set down the cup of her todayâs dose of the herbal tea and breathed in, frustrated. She sat there for a moment longer, staring at the delicate ceramic cup.
âYou can tell him what you usually do, Xiu â he can schedule an audience with me whilst my husband is presentââ she began. Her voice was steady, but tinged with the faintest thread of frustration as she glanced at the delicate ceramic cup in front of her. The soft scent of the herbal tea filled the air, but it couldnât soothe the growing unease tightening in her chest.
Xiu was her fatherâs maid since she was a child, hence she hesitated for a fraction of a second before responding. âMin Buin, this matter seems urgent. LÇodĂ Wang insists on seeing you alone.â
âI have no interest in seeing him alone, Xiuââ She had kept her distance from him ever since her marriage to Yoongi.She did not protest when his command was to limit the interaction between the father and the sisters.
âI must insist, Min Buin.â Xiu repeated, her voice calm but firm. It was rare for Xiu to speak with such authority, but there was something in her demeanour that suggested the urgency of this matter was not to be ignored.
Y/N exhaled slowly, her thoughts spinning. âAlright, tell him to meet me in Kkangpaeâs office. Off you go.â
Xiu bowed her head slightly, her expression unreadable, and then turned to leave the room without a word. Y/N watched her go, her mind whirling with unease. The mention of LÇodĂ Wang was enough to unsettle her, but the insistence on meeting alone only deepened her suspicion. There was something off about this, something she couldnât quite place.
Once Xiu disappeared from her sight, Y/N rose from her seat and walked toward the window, gazing out at the sprawling grounds of the hotel.
Why now? Why is her father so desperate to speak with her alone?
Xiaoli and Taehyung have been wed and there is no tie to him now. As a matter of fact, he can set a sail back to China, anytime now. She glanced at the clock on the wall. Time was slipping away.
She moved to gather herself for the meeting with her father. The weight of everything she had set in motion was starting to press on her, but she couldnât let it showânot yet. She needed her mind sharp and clear, and she had no time to waste. But Y/N could see the sharpness in her sisterâs eyes as she hesitated for a moment before speaking.
âWhat is it, pumpkin?â Y/Nâs voice was calm, but the undercurrent of frustration and unease was evident.
âAre you sure you are ready to do this now?â
Y/N finally turned to face her, her expression unreadable but her eyes sharp. She studied her sister for a moment, taking in the subtle shift in Xiaoliâs demeanour, the way her posture had become more rigid as if she too could feel the weight of the coming confrontation. Y/Nâs lips pressed into a thin line.
âAre you?â Xiaoli hesitated, but nodded, solemnly.
âI can come with you,â she suggested. Y/Nâs gaze softened for just a moment.
âNo,â Y/N said firmly, her voice steady. âThis is not your burden, Xiaoli.â
Xiaoli nodded slowly, her lips pressing together in a tight line. âBut it is, innit?â She stepped forward, her voice dropping to a murmur. âThis is everyoneâs fight. He has always been able to divide us,ââ
The truth of it was there in her words, but she refused to acknowledge the vulnerability creeping up her spine. She could not afford to waver.
âEverything will be okay, pumpkinââ Y/N gave a final, lingering glance to her sister.
ââHa-sun?â She called. The soft sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway before the door creaked open revealing the young maid.
âMin Buin?â
Y/N didnât turn immediately, her eyes still fixed on the sprawling grounds below, though her thoughts were far from the peaceful view.
âGet me Jeon Jungkook, armed.â Ha-sunâs eyes widened slightly at the command, but she nodded quickly, understanding the gravity in Y/Nâs tone.
âAnd call for Kkangpae Min, say he needs to return at once.â
Without a word, she turned and left the room, her footsteps retreating down the hall.
The situation when Xiaoli and Taehyung got engaged was already volatile, but thisâthis felt like something else entirely. The tension was palpable, thick with layers of unspoken threats and promises.
Y/N moved toward the door, ready to face her father, Xiaoliâs voice suddenly stopped her in her tracks.
âWait,â Xiaoli called out, standing up from the chair where she had been sitting. Her expression was a mix of disbelief and amusement as she eyed her sisterâs outfit.
Xiaoli walked up to her, raising an eyebrow. âAre you seriously wearing trousers?â she asked, her tone dripping with incredulity. Y/Nâs eyes widened slightly, her patience already stretched thin.
âAre you seriously asking me that?â
Xiaoli crossed her arms, her lips curving into a mischievous grin. âIt is just⊠you are about to face the wrath of LÇodĂ Wang, and you are wearing pants? Is it not a little⊠aggressive?â
Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes as she straightened her posture, her expression shifting to one of mock seriousness.
âI am about to go confront the man who ruined our lives for years, Xiaoli. Trust me, these pants are the least of his problems.â

âWhat does a father have to do to see his daughter here?!â Y/Nâs jaw tightened.
âI assume you have a reason for requesting to be in my presence.â
The air was thick with tension, the scent of aged wood and leather mingling with the faint traces of Yoongiâs cologne lingering in the corners.
The walls were lined with bookshelves, the shelves packed with legal documents, expensive liquor bottles, and the occasional framed photograph of her and the Min clan family men. But tonight, it was the man in front of her that commanded all her attention.
Her father, Wang Zemo, stood at the far end of the room, facing the large mahogany desk where Yoongi usually worked. He was still as imposing as everâhis tall, broad frame overshadowing the delicate space, his dark eyes glinting with something she couldnât quite read.
He turned to face her short form only for his eyes to narrow with disbelief.
âWhat is this?â His voice was sharp. Y/N met his gaze, standing her ground, confused at what exactly her father was referring to.
She stood in the doorway, an almost ethereal figure, wearing a beige, floral-print qipao with short sleeves and a high collar. The delicate embroidery on the fabric caught the light, its intricate petals whispering a grace that felt both foreign to her now but still strangely familiar. Her wide-leg, high-waisted brown trousers fell to her ankles, the fabric swaying as she shifted. Dark-coloured heels clicked lightly on the floor, sharp and deliberate. There was something about herâbold, beautiful, yet undeniably out of place.
âWhat do you mean?â She asked him, playing confused.
âAre you wearing goddamn trousers, Y/N?!â The air was thick with the weight of her fatherâs fury. Y/N felt the sting of his words, the disbelief in his eyes cutting deeper than she expected. Seems like Xiaoli was right after all, it did anger him.
âYes, Father,â she said softly, her voice steady despite the sharpness in his tone. âI am wearing trousers.â
Y/Nâs gaze flickered toward the desk, where Yoongiâs chair was empty, his absence adding to the heaviness in the air. She felt the weight of her fatherâs presence pressing on her, but she refused to let it show.
There was no longer any room for fear. She was no longer a child, nor his pawn.
âYou are a woman, Y/N.â Y/N stood firm, her heart racing. Breathing this moment through, she was trying to calm herself. She cannot screw this up.
âAh, yes, thank you for the reminder of my gender, Father. I almost forgot. Now, could you please enlighten me on the real reason you wanted to have this delightful conversation in the first place?â
The muscles in his jaw tightened as Y/Nâs words cut through the air with a little bit of sarcasm. Her father didnât immediately answer. The room seemed to grow smaller with each second.
âYou have not once bothered to seek me out, child.â Wang Zemo finally said, his voice low and filled with a mixture of disappointment and anger.
âYou have not exactly made yourself approachable,â Y/N retorted, her voice sharp when she touched her shorter perfectly styled dark hair.
Wang Zemo took a step forward, his expression darkening.
âKnowing your husband plans to eliminate my existence. You think I would be easily approachable?ââ
Y/Nâs heart skipped a beat, but she kept her face impassive. âI do not know what we are talking about.â
âLet me rephrase that, child,â he spat the words, âI have information that could dismantle the foolish scarred boyâs entire empire as I have no intention of going down without a fight.â
Her mind raced, trying to piece together the implications of his words. âWhy are you telling me this?â
âBecause I know that you have not fallen into the role of obedient little wife out of love for him, am I wrong?â he said, sloping down to sit on the lowered sofa. Y/Nâs eyes followed his movement with disgust.
âFix me a drink, child, would you, please.â
Y/Nâs eyes narrowed, her fingers curling into fists at her sides but moved to the table where Yoongi stored his high-quality whiskey they started to produce just after they got married. âYou havenât answered my question, Father. Why are you telling me this?â
She did not want to get that close to her father, but there was something in his eyes that she could not decipher when she handed him the crystal glass.
âYour Aunt was not aware of Yoongiâs intentions to marry you.â
Wang Zemo expected her daughter to cry, scream and curse at the man he loathed so much. But none of that happened.
âHe saw an opportunity to solidify his power and took itââ His eyes narrowed, studying her. He took a long sip of the whiskey, savouring the taste after receiving zero acknowledgement from his daughter before he spoke.
âYou fucking knew!â He shouted, not spoke. His face contorted with rage and Y/N started to think if she ever saw her father calm. Y/Nâs gaze remained steady, unflinching.
âI knew that, yes,â she replied calmly, not invested in the subject at all anymore.
Wang Zemoâs anger seemed to deflate slightly, replaced by a look of bewilderment. âAnd you still went through with it?â
âI never had a choice in this, did I?â Y/Nâs expression softened, but only for a moment.
âYou could have come home with me that dayââ He shook his head, disbelief etched into his features.
âI wanted better for you,â he said quietly.
âAnd I wanted to be free,â she countered. âBut we do not always get what we want.â
Y/N watched her father, seeing him not as the invincible patriarch she had once feared, but as a man weakened by time and circumstance.
âIf that is all you wished to say to me,ââ She dusted her trousers standing up, reading herself for the inevitable.Â
âI have orchestrated the raids on Yoongiâs warehouses. I have been systematically weakening his operations.â
He said, very calmly after he took a first sip of his drink.
âI did it for you.â
Rage and fear clashed within her, but she kept her voice steady. âWhat a lovely early birthday present,-â She mocked him.
âI did what was necessary,â he said, leaning back, the drink sloshing slightly in his hand. âFor our family and for you, you are ready to finally leave, are you not?ââ
She stared at him, a mix of disbelief and sorrow washing over her. âYou think this is helping me? You think this chaos is what I need?â
A violent cough shook his frame, and he covered his mouth with a handkerchief. When he pulled it away, Y/N saw the dark stain of blood. The sight sent a chill down her spine, but she forced herself to remain composed. That is her que.
âYou are ill,â she said, her voice softer but no less guarded. Wang Zemo looked at her, a strange mixture of defiance and vulnerability in his eyes.
âColon cancer, they say.â Wang Zemoâs laugh was bitter. âThat boy is never going to lead my men. Let me make that clear.â
Wang Zemoâs words hung in the air, his bitter laugh echoing in the room. Y/Nâs heart pounded as she processed his statement. The implications were immense, the threat unmistakable.
âFather,â she began, her voice steady but edged with urgency.
âHe has taken you from me,â Wang Zemo interrupted, his voice rising with a mix of anger and desperation. Y/Nâs eyes widened hearing this nonsense.
âHe has poisoned your mind, turned you against your own family.â His eyes flashed with anger, but his coughing fit cut him short. Blood speckled the handkerchief again, a stark reminder of his fragile state.
âI want you to end him, Y/Nâ Wang Zemo reached out, grabbing her wrist with surprising strength. She pulled her hand away, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions.
âNo, Father. I will not be a part of your uncalled for vendetta.â The moment hung between them, filled with unspoken words and years of unresolved tension.
Y/N shook her head, her hands trembling slightly as she clenched them into fists. âYou are blinded by your hatred. I have no clue why you were seeking this conversation to happen, but it is clear that you are not in the right state of mind, so let me remind you of what father you have been.â
He opened his mouth to retort, but another violent cough seized him. Y/N took a step back, her heart a tumult of emotionsâpity, anger, sorrow.
âYou were never there for me,â she continued, her voice steady but charged with years of suppressed pain. âAll my life, you used me as a pawn in your endless power games. Do you think this is about loyalty? Family? No, Father, this is about control. You never saw me as your daughter, only as a tool.â
Her fatherâs gaze hardened, but he said nothing, his chest rising and falling with laboured breaths. Y/N took a deep breath, her resolve hardening.
âYou have hired the best tutors in the world to teach me all the proper ploys of how to be a perfect wife, ââ Y/Nâs eyes glistened with unshed tears, but her voice remained unwavering.
âYou made sure I could speak five languages, play the piano, and host dinners that would impress dignitaries. But did you ever once ask me what I wanted? Did you ever care about my dreams, my desires?â
âNo, it was Auntie who did. Letting her send me to study was the only good decision you have ever made in your life!â Wang Zemoâs breath grew shallower, his complexion paling. But Y/N pressed on, refusing to let him off the hook.
âYou orchestrated my marriage to Yamamato as a business transaction and when it did not work out, you were forced to accept this union instead. But I am no fool, Father, you did not care about my happiness then, and you certainly do not care now!â She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a fierce whisper.
âYou have hit me numerous times when I was a child,ââ Y/N continued, her voice trembling with the weight of her suppressed pain.
âYou did not care if Ma would die in labour, all you cared about was an heir to your throne.â
Wang Zemoâs eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and desperation. âI did what I had to do for our family. For our legacy. For your strength!â
âPlease, do not force yourself to believe such a fairytale. No father, you only care about your alliances and power. And now, you expect me to betray the man who has shown me more kindness than you ever did?â
âI will kill that kindness of yours. He will become a nobody to you. He is putting thoughts into your head!â he spat out.
Y/Nâs heart ached as she looked at her father, a man who had caused her so much pain yet still sought to manipulate her until his last breath. She knew she had a choice to make.
âYou did not even visit Auntie when she was dying. Who the fuck are you?â His mouth opened, but the words seemed to get stuck, tangled in the reality that was slipping away from him.
âYou were never my fatherââ Y/Nâs voice cut through the silence like a blade, the words more final than she had ever intended. They carried years of hurt, of unspoken resentment, and of a truth she had been too afraid to acknowledge until now.
âThen why are you still here talking to me?â he spat, his anger rising, even as his body weakened. âIf you despise me so much, why havenât you walked away?â Y/Nâs gaze hardened. He couldnât reach her anymore, not with threats, not with manipulation. She had outgrown him.
âBecause I want to be the last thing you will ever see.â
Y/Nâs voice was cold, each syllable a sharp strike that left no room for misinterpretation. Wang Zemoâs eyes widened, his lips parting in disbelief. The power in the room shifted as the finality of her declaration settled over them.
âWhat have you done?â his tone lowered now, as if the weight of the question had finally struck him.
âNothing,ââ Y/Nâs lips curled into a cold smile, but it didnât reach her eyes. âNot yet, at least. But I am the niece of my aunt, am I not?â Wang Zemoâs eyes narrowed.
âNo,â he rasped, his voice a warning. Scanning the crystal glass with his dark eyes, âYou have done nothing with it. You are playing games.â
âMaybe, or maybe not.â Y/Nâs smile deepened, though it was anything but warm. âBut you⊠You have done more than enough to seal your own fate.â
Wang Zemoâs hand gripped the arm of the chair as if the world was slipping from his grasp. His eyes searched hers, looking for some sign of weakness, some flicker of the daughter he once knew. But there was nothing.
âYou cannot do this to me, not youââ he rasped, his voice cracking with the desperation of a man who had finally realized the price of his ambition. âYou are my blood⊠You owe me.â
âI do not, but I will help you understand, nowââ Y/Nâs voice was steady, her words slicing through the tension like a blade.
âYou will regret this! I was your ticket out of here!â Y/Nâs gaze remained unflinching, as cold as the steel in her voice. She stepped closer, her presence a stark contrast to his fragile state, standing tall and unshaken. The difference between them had never been clearer.
âI would not care what happens with you, but it seems my husband does care, as you ought to set an example for the other clans.â
âThis is foul play!â The gun trembled in his grip as he pointed it toward her, the barrel glinting in the dim light. His fingers curled around the trigger, the same fingers that had once held her as a child, now threatening to take everything from her.
âI was your father," Wang Zemo rasped, his voice cracking,âI am your father!â Sweat slicked his forehead, "and you will learn that I can still control you."
Y/N sighed. Her chest rose and fell as if the weight of everything she had just unleashed was pressing down on her. She had always carried this burden, this gnawing needs to free herself from the ghosts of her past, or at least one of them.
âI will not go quietly,â he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. âIf I must die, I will take you with me.â
âRight,ââ she began.
âI will give you the courtesy and explain what will happen once you pull the trigger.â
Wang Zemoâs hand shook, the gun wavering slightly in his grasp, the tension in the air thick enough to choke. His eyes locked onto Y/N, desperate for any sign that she still cared, still feared him. But there was nothingâno hint of hesitation, no flicker of remorse. She stood there, unbroken, unwavering, her presence almost suffocating in its certainty.
âTo begin, if you would have colon cancer, you would shit blood not cough it.â Wang Zemoâs face contorted with confusion. Her statement was so cold, so clinically delivered, that it sent a ripple of unease through his body.
âNow, if you decide to pull the trigger and God gives you the blessing of killing meââ Y/N continued, her tone now a chilling blend of indifference and precision âYoongi will let you die the most painful and slow death he will think of.â Her gaze flicked downward to the gun in his hand, then back to his face.
âNo, it will not be a quick, merciful death, Father. It will be something far worseâa lingering agony that mirrors the suffering you have caused so many others.â
She took another step closer, her voice lowering, a deadly quietness to it now.
âNow, the moment you fire the bullet, Jungkook will be here in seconds to save me, not you Father. Which brings us to â how do you feel?â Her voice lowered, venomous and precise âIs your heart slowing down already?â
His hand shook violently, the weapon trembling in his grasp, as he tried to process the suffocating inevitability of her presence. She took another deliberate step forward, and Zemo flinched, instinctively trying to recoil. But his body betrayed him, frozen by the terror of what her words meant.
âI am not afraid of you!â Y/N was not sure whether he was screaming at her or at death itself, but she answered for both of them.
âNo, Father. You are not afraid of me. But you will be. You are drowning in your own failure, suffocated by your own decisions. And in those final moments, when your body betrays you and the darkness takes you, I want you to think of me. I want you to remember everything you have done to me, Xiaoli and Ma â every mistake, every cruelty. And remember that I am the last thing you will see.â
The words hit him with the force of a blow, and his chest tightened, each breath coming in shallow gasps. His vision blurred, his pulse racing as his mind struggled to catch up with the impossible reality Y/N was laying out before him.
A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, and his fingers trembled, the gun feeling heavier with each passing second. His heart hammered in his chest, a staccato rhythm that felt far too loud in the heavy silence. He could feel the walls closing in on him, suffocating him.
And then, a flicker of fearâa glimpse of his own mortalityâcrept into his mind, deeper than any threat he had ever made. His body was betraying him, and the weight of it crushed him.
âYou will go down, no matter what choice you will make.â The gun still shook in his hand, but he felt a strange calm wash over him, a resignation that he had not expected.
His heart pounded in his chest, its rhythm erratic and violent, each beat a forceful thud that seemed to rattle his bones. A sharp pain shot through his left arm, searing like fire, and for a moment, he thought he might collapse. His head swam with dizziness, his surroundings distorting into a tunnel of panic and suffocating pressure.
His grip on the weapon tightened reflexively, but his fingers felt weak and unsteady, struggling to maintain their hold as the world spun around him. The pressure in his chest mounted, a crushing weight that made it harder to breathe, and harder to think. His pulse quickened, each beat faster than the last, pounding in his temples, in his throat, until it felt as though it might burst.
His vision flickered, darkening at the edges, and a cold sweat broke out across his brow, his skin clammy as if he were sinking into the very depths of despair. His mind, once sharp and calculating, was clouded by the chaos of his body betraying him.
âYou think you are clever, but you are just a wife of your husband, a mere woman!â Those last few words felt all too familiar to Y/N, but this time, she did not falter.
âWomen like you do not rise, they only serve men. You think you are the queen?! What is a queen without her king?!â
âYou have never been worthy of my respect, Father,â she said softly, the venom still present but tempered with the quiet certainty of someone who had finally reclaimed their power.Â
âAnd you will not be in death either.â
His finger trembled on the trigger. The finality of it felt overwhelming, and suffocating, but there was no turning back. With a final breath, Wang Zemo attempted to pull the trigger. His hands were too weak to even handle the luger pistol as it went crashing to the ground with a loud thud, just like his crystal glass of whiskey, his body followed. The sound echoed through the room, alerting the young man standing right outside of the room.
The man who had once towered over her now crumpled at her feet, the gun useless at his side. She made no move to comfort, no gesture of sorrow or regret.
Instead, she slipped her hands into her pockets, her shoulders square, as she slowly crouched beside him. His breath still came in shallow gasps, each exhale a reminder that time, for him, was running out.
Her lips curled into a faint, cold smile.
âNonetheless, I am Queen, and Queens do not bow, Father. They conquer.â
Y/N did not flinch. She did not need to. The man before her had already destroyed himself, in mind and in body, long before this moment had the chance to happen.
The door swung fully open, and there, framed in the doorway, stood the man she was supposed to call her endgame. Behind him, Jungkookâs sharp eyes flickered between Y/N and the wreckage of her father.
Yoongiâs gaze swept over Y/N, and then to her father. The faintest trace of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but it was gone in an instant, replaced with the steely composure he had mastered. His dark eyes narrowed, taking in the scene.
âAre you alright, Dove?â
A strange calm settled over Y/N whilst she was watching her father slowly die.
âI am good,â she replied, her voice steady and unyielding, âbut he is not.â
Yoongi stepped closer, his eyes filled with a mix of concern but also admiration.
âDid you poison him?â Jungkookâs voice echoed behind them. Y/N turned her gaze to Jungkook, a faint smile playing on her lips.
âNo,ââ she said softly, âI just made him think I did.â Yoongi raised an eyebrow. When he got an urgent call to one of his warehouses where he was personally overseeing the shipment of Min whiskey with hidden snow in the bottles, he did not expect to come back to the hotel to this scenery. His mind raced through the events of this day and nowhere not even close to this, he thought that his wife would eliminate Wang Zemo on her own. That was not the plan.
Y/N knew that his father was sick for a while, but what she also knew was the hereditary condition of a weak heart that flows in their family. It was a silent killer, a ticking time bomb that Y/N had learnt to exploit.Â
First, she made him think that she had poisoned him, his panic was almost immediate. She exploited his fear and turned it into a panic attack which his heart condition could not handle for a long time. His belief that he was poisoned triggered a fatal heart attack she had anticipated - hoped for. She exploited his psychological vulnerabilities to bring about his end, ensuring that the autopsy would say died of natural causes.
Jungkook nodded slowly, his expression shifting from confusion to admiration.
âYou used his own mind against him.â Yoongi stepped closer, his gaze locked on Y/N, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. He couldnât help but feel a strange sense of pride in her. She had done what was necessary, what was ruthless, but ultimately, she had done what needed to be done. For him. That is what he ultimately believed, she did it for him.
âHe knew you were planning to kill him.â She wasnât looking for approval or some sort of acknowledgement. She did it for herself. For Xiaoli. For her mother and little brother. The world will be at least a tiny peace better without her father.
âWell, it looks like I have missed the party,â She hadnât heard him approach. Namjoonâs voice resonated the room, a faint, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He leaned against the doorframe, his eyes taking in the scene with a mixture of curiosity and something elseâperhaps a flicker of reluctant approval.
Y/N didnât smile back. She didnât need to. She knew Namjoon well enough to understand that his words, however casual, were never without layers. He wasnât just commenting on the spectacle of her fatherâs death; he was acknowledging something deeper. Something far more dangerous.
âDid you?â Y/Nâs voice was cool, and smooth, as she turned her full attention to him, her eyes sharp with intent.
Namjoon chuckled softly, his gaze flickering from her to Yoongi, and then to Jungkook, who was still processing the events unfolding before him.
âI suppose I did,â Namjoon said, his tone tinged with dark humour, âthis is far more elegant than what we would do,â his eyes flickered to Yoongi and she arched her brow. Y/N was not enlightened into Yoongiâs plan with her father but that did not matter to her - the outcome is the same. Today, she would sleep soundly. Because her most intrusive thoughts are becoming reality.
She knew Yoongiâs eyes were on her, studying her every movement, every nuance of her demeanour. He had expected her to break downâexpected her to show some sign of regret, or at least the weight of the moment to sink in. But Y/N had made peace with this long ago.
âI did not expect you to be this calm,â Yoongi said, his voice low, almost cautious.
âI buried him a long time ago.â The words hung in the air, heavier than the silence that followed.
Jungkook, who had been silently absorbing the entire scene, finally broke his silence. His voice was quieter, less sure than usual.
âSo, this... this was not part of any plan?â He looked to Yoongi for confirmation, still processing the revelation that Y/N had acted independently, that she had outmanoeuvred them all.
Yoongi met his gaze briefly, a subtle tension in his features, before turning his focus back to Y/N.
âNo. It was not the plan.â He said it with finality, though his words seemed to hang in the air with an unspoken understanding. There was no anger in his voiceâonly a sort of resigned acceptance.
Namjoon, however, seemed to find something else amusing in the air. His lips curled into a smirk, his gaze flicking over Y/N as if seeing her for the first time. His eyes paused at the hem of her outfit, a flicker of curiosity crossing his face.
âHold on a second,â he said, his tone laced with amusement, his eyebrow quivering upward. âAre you... wearing trousers?â
Y/N stared at him for a moment, and for a split second, it almost felt like she was in the middle of some twisted dark humour comedy.
âYou must be fucking kidding meâ she muttered.

âThat was way better than what you planned, Yoongi-hyung,â Taehyung said, a hint of a smirk on his face. Yoongiâs eyes flickered with irritation at Taehyungâs comment, but he quickly masked it with a tight smile. Namjoon nodded in agreement.
âI knew she had it in her,â the right hand man said, almost to himself. Seokjin leaned back in his chair, his expression contemplative.
âIs she alright?â the doctor asked, concern evident in his voice.
âI checked on her earlier, she seems oddly calmâ-â Jimin, still thinking about the moment he arrived at the scene, spoke up to answer the question.
âIt is almost scary how composed she is.â Jungkook, who had been pacing, finally stopped and faced the group.
âIf you would have been in the room when he attempted to drag her out of here by her hair, you would understand the hatred she felt towards that sick psychopath.â
The room fell silent as the gravity of Hoseokâs words sank in. Jungkook clenched his fists, his jaw tightening.
âWe should have done something sooner,ââ he muttered, guilt lacing his voice.
âWell she was just faster than us, and apparently, Xiaoli and her mother knew,â Yoongi added, his voice laced with a mixture of frustration and admiration.
Just how much these women hated that man?
âDid she tell you that?â Yoongi shook his head but recalled the lack of emotion her mother showed when they told her that her husband had passed away from a heart attack. Nor did Xiaoli shed a tear for her father, but in that case, itâs different.
Jungkookâs expression softened slightly, his concern for Y/N clear. âWe need to make sure Y/N is okay. She has been through enough by now.â
Taehyungâs smirk returned, albeit more subdued. âThat wife of yours is tougher than any of us gave her credit for though.â
âSo what now?â Hoseokâs voice echoed in the room. His gaze swept across the group, seeking answers, or at least some clarity.
Yoongi leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair, thinking of what his wife had just done for him and their family. This was huge in his head and he could not get it out of it.
âAs I know her, she will ask for something in return, or use this in whatever negotiation.â Yoongiâs gaze darkened, his expression serious.
âShe took control, and she knows that.â Hoseok frowned at Yoongiâs words, stepping closer to the table where the group had gathered. Yoongi met Hoseokâs gaze, his jaw tight.
âDo you still not trust her, Hyung?â The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken tension.
âHer behaviour has been odd lately, let us start with thatââ the right-hand man spoke up, taking the crystal glass of whiskey into his hands. The silence stretched between them, and for a moment, it seemed like Yoongi might not respond.
He leaned forward slightly, his fingers tapping on the table, a rhythm that matched his thoughts.
âI trust her,â Yoongi said, his voice low but firm. âBut all the previous experience makes me think that she sees this as her opportunity to do something biggerââ Yoongi sighed, rubbing his temple.
âShe took down her own father, for Godâs sake.â Hoseok raised his voice. âShe is devoted to you.â Yoongiâs gaze hardened as he met Hoseokâs eyes.
âThat I am starting to believe she finally is, sure,â Yoongi said slowly, each word measured. âBut I get Namjoonâs suspicions of her, she did not attempt to run for quite some time, as if she is plotting somethingââ
âMaybe she is playing us all.â Taehyung, sensing the rising tension, leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing in curiosity.
âPlaying us all?" Yoongi repeated his tone low, almost mocking. âYou think Y/N is playing us?â
âShe has been too calm about all this, Yoongi. Too composed for someone who just killed her father. You donât just do that without having something bigger planned.â
Seokjinâs eyes flickered to observe Yoongiâs reaction to their brotherâs words. âHe is right, Yoongi. She has always been emotional, and driven by her heart. But thisâ" He shook his head. âItâs different.â
Jimin shifted in his seat, looking between the men, the concern in his eyes growing.
Hoseok stood straighter, his expression softening as he spoke with conviction. âShe had a choice. She could have walked away or stayed neutral, but instead, she chose to act. And what she did, Yoongi, was not just for herself. It was for all of us. For you. Do not dare to doubt her loyalty, when she worked hard to finally be contemptuous here!â
Jungkook, his voice quieter than usual, spoke up listening to Hoseokâs words. âShe did what she had to do. And whatever her reasons are, I trust her.â His gaze met Yoongiâs. âYou should, too.â
Yoongiâs expression hardened, trying to keep his emotions in check. His mind raced, the weight of everything that had happened in the past hours pressing down on him.
Taehyungâs voice broke through the silence once again, more serious than usual.
âShe has changedââ Yoongi exhaled sharply, his mind still reeling. âI just need to understand why. Why now? Why this?â His voice dropped to a near whisper, the vulnerability slipping through despite his best efforts to hide it. His heart... his heart wanted to believe in her, wanted to believe she was doing this out of devotion, not manipulation.
âOf course, she has changed!â Hoseokâs frustration was bubbling at this point. "You were nine when she was born," he continued the quiet force in his voice, not backing down.
âNine years, Yoongi. You have had that much more time to figure things out. To live your life, to become who you are now. She did not have thatââ Yoongiâs jaw clenched, and for a moment, he didnât know how to respond. The truth was there, raw and unfiltered, and it stung.
âShe had three pathetic years to enjoy what life can be and then she went to be your wife.â He took a breath, trying to steady himself. Y/N had spent so much of her life suffocated by the things that had shaped her, by the violence and manipulation that had plagued her existence long before she ever crossed paths with him.
The silence that followed was thick, the air heavy with unspoken emotions.
His voice was quieter than it had been, softer, as he spoke the words he wasnât sure he was ready to say. âI just⊠I need toââ
âEven if she is plotting some grand escape, we will stop her, Yoongi.â Yoongiâs head snapped up at the interruption, his eyes narrowing at Hoseokâs words. For a moment, Yoongiâs chest tightened, the idea of Y/N plotting against him threatening to undo everything heâd been trying to hold together.
He stepped forward, his hand resting gently on Yoongiâs shoulder, an attempt to ground him in the present. âYou all are too busy doubting her, instead of trusting her.â Yoongi flinched slightly at the rawness in Hoseokâs tone. He had been too caught up in his own doubts to truly see the bigger picture.
âMaybe you are right,â Yoongi muttered, his voice low, almost to himself. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling back to the surface.
âShe is not running, Yoongi. She is not playing you. What is happening now is what happens when you have been given enough time to think.â Hoseokâs gaze softened, his expression becoming more contemplative.
For the first time in a long time, Yoongi allowed himself to take a breath, to breathe out the doubt, and let himself hold onto the belief that maybe, just maybe she was done fighting him for good.
âI genuinely hope that you are right, Hoseok-sshi.â

Y/N gave it a few days after the funeral to ask Yoongi for a favour. That well he knew her, she had to give him that. Y/N stands by the door, her posture stiff, but her hands clasped tightly in front of her. Sheâs been holding this request for days if not since they were married.
âWhat is wrong, my love?â
Her breath caught in her throat. She hadnât expected him to address her so gently, not now, not after everything that had happened. But she couldnât hold this in any longer. She had waited long enough.
Y/N swallowed hard, her throat dry. She had rehearsed these words in her head for days, but now that she was here, standing in front of him, they felt like a foreign language.
âIâŠâ She started, her voice faltering, but she steadied herself. There was no urgency in his voice when he spoke next, but something in his gaze suggested he already knew this was coming.
âGo ahead, Dove,â he said, his voice calm, almost too calm.
âI need you to allow my mother⊠and Bo Cheng⊠to travel to Maryland,â she said quietly, her words falling heavy into the room. âTo Diayu. They need to be there. To⊠to live a life I could not.â
Something in the stillness between them made her heart beat faster as if he was expecting her to ask of this. The silence stretched between them, heavy and thick, suffocating. Yoongi didnât speak, his gaze fixed on her with a patience that felt like it was pushing her to continue, to reveal more than she wanted to. Her hands tightened at her sides, and she took a shaky breath.
âI do not think you need them to be here anymoreââ Yoongiâs eyes flickered to her hands before returning to her face, his gaze still sharp, analyzing every movement, every word.
âBo Cheng can grow up without knowing what was supposed to be hisââ Y/N continued, her voice barely above a whisper.
Yoongiâs expression didnât change, but his eyes darkened, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. He leaned back slightly, crossing his arms over his chest, his posture remaining calculated and composed.
âHe is still too young to remember-âÂ
âAre you not going to miss having your mother near, Dove?â
Y/Nâs heart skipped a beat at the question, the weight of it pressing down on her chest. For a moment, she stood frozen, her gaze flickering down to her clenched fists. She had expected him to ask something like this, but hearing the question out loudâdirect and sharpâwas a different kind of pressure.
She had never imagined a time when her mother and Bo Cheng wouldnât be part of her life, but what Yoongi was proposing... it wasnât about them. It was about her.
âThey can come and visit at Christmas time or Chuseok, innit?â
âChristmas time or Chuseok?â he repeated, his voice laced with quiet amusement, though the sharpness in his gaze never faltered.
Y/Nâs breath hitched, but she steadied herself. She had to hold on to this. If she let herself waver, even for a second, she feared the price would be too steep. The price he would demand would be too high.
âIt is enough,â she said, her voice firm, though it trembled ever so slightly. âThey can come and go. They can live their lives far away from here. But I need you to make sure they are safe.â Her eyes met his, unwavering for a brief moment, before she quickly looked away, her gaze dropping to the floor as if the weight of her own words had just begun to settle in her chest.
âYou are trying to make sure I will not use them as a bargain against you, am I right?â
She had always known how far his control could reach, but hearing him speak it so plainly⊠made the reality of it hit harder. She swallowed, her throat dry, and for a moment, she said nothing. She couldn't give him the satisfaction of confirming his words outright, but the truth was already in the silence between them.
âPerhapsââ she murmured. Yoongiâs lips curled into a small, knowing smile.
âPerhaps?â His voice dropped, low and dangerously calm. âYou still do not believe in my love for you, or do you, dove?â
Y/Nâs chest tightened. She didnât dare meet his gaze again, afraid of what she might see in those dark eyes of his.
âI trust you enough to keep them safe for me,â she said quietly, the words escaping her before she could stop them. It wasnât a lie. She had to believe it because, without that belief, she would have nothing left.
Yoongi stepped forward, his presence overwhelming. The space between them seemed to shrink, his scent and warmth now consuming the room.
âBut you still fear that I will take it all from you,â he murmured, his voice so soft it felt like a whisper meant only for her. âThat I will use them to make you obeyââ
His words hit too close to the truth. Too much of her had been shaped by the fear of losing control, of being at his mercy again.
âIââ she started, but her throat went dry, her voice unable to carry the weight of the admission. She wasnât ready to say it. Not yet. Not like this.
âYou are right to be afraid, Dove,â he said softly, his voice smooth and almost soothing, but there was a steel edge beneath it. âI could use them against you. I could take them away, pull the strings again, make you bend to my will.â
His thumb brushed across her skin, and Y/N felt herself fighting the urge to pull away. She couldnât. Not now. She had made her request, and the words had already been set in motion.
âHere is the thing, Y/N,â Yoongi continued, his voice lowering to a dangerous murmur. âI neednât to. I already got you, have I not?â
A long silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken understanding. He didnât need to say it. She knew exactly what he was implying, what they both knew.
âYoongi, I promise that this is the last thing I am asking you forââ
âAnswer me, dove.â His voice was quiet, too quiet, but it carried the weight of a hundred unspoken questions.
âI just need this one thing,â she whispered, her voice breaking. âPlease.â
âAnswer me first.â His gaze bore into her, unwavering, demanding. She knew what he wantedâhe wanted her to admit her fear, her dependence on him.
âYoongi, please,â she repeated, her voice trembling. Y/N closed the distance between them, her eyes locking onto his. She reached up, her hands trembling as she cupped his face. For a moment, they just stood there, the tension between them palpable.
âI will do anythingââ she desperately whispered, but the words caught in her throat. He leaned in, his breath mingling with hers, and before she could lose her nerve, he pressed his lips to hers.
The kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration, but it quickly deepened into something more intense. Their tongues collided, each seeking to claim the otherâs. Their breathing grew ragged, their hearts pounding in unison. Yoongiâs hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer as if he could never get close enough. Y/Nâs hands shook as she cradled Yoongi's face, her fingertips brushing against his skin.
When they finally pulled apart, Yoongiâs forehead rested against hers, his breath coming in soft, ragged puffs. His eyes searched hers, a myriad of emotions flickering across his faceâdesire, possession, a touch of vulnerability.
âWe did not have a chance to return to what we talked about at the jewellers,-â he murmured, his voice a low rumble.
Y/Nâs heart raced at his words, the mention of the conversation from before bringing everything back into focus. She had known this was coming, the weight of his demands still hanging in the air like an unspoken agreement between them.
âWhat do you mean?â she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her hands still trembling against his chest as she steadied herself.
âYou asked me what I want for my birthday,â he said slowly, his voice laced with a quiet edge. âBut you did not hear me out when I said what I needed. What I want.â
Y/Nâs pulse quickened, a knot forming in her stomach. She hadnât been ready for this. Hadnât thought he would be so direct, so blunt.
âI know what you want,â she said, her voice steady despite the nerves coiling inside her. âBut it is not the same thing. I just... I need this one thing, Yoongi. This one thing, and thenââ
âNo.â His grip tightened around her, his fingers pressing into her skin. âYou do not understand, Y/N. We are far beyond that now. You are not going to walk away this time.â
There it was. He wasnât going to let her walk away from this. The strings were already attached, and now she was tangled in them. His lips brushed against her ear, and his voice was a dark promise as he continued.
âYou said you would do anything. Anything, dove.â He paused, his lips trailing to her neck. âYou want them safe and away? I will do soâ.â
She closed her eyes, her breath catching in her throat. âWhat do you want from me, Yoongi?â
His response was soft, almost a whisper, but the weight of his words sent a shiver down her spine.
She always knew what he desired, although, for her sanity, she rather chose to not wander into those waters, not even think those thoughts. She was not ready to answer him. She was not ready to be confronted by him so bluntly. But there was something so mundane in Yoongiâs eyes when he said the word
âA child.â .
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As You Wish | Yoongi x Reader

Pairing: Werewolf Yoongi x Reader
Word Count: 21k
Warnings: 18+, Spice but no Smut, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Kissing, Grieving, Passive Suicidality, MC experiences major depression, Non-Consensual Touching, Breaking and Entering, Stalking, Depictions of Gore, Blood, Technically Cannibalism? Loss of Spouse, Loss of Child, Forced Found Family, Hunting, Mass Death, Attempted Burning and the stake, MC is hit by a man (not Yoongi)
I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals.Â
Preview: You couldnât even scream when the door was ripped from its hinges, the beast breaking through it like it was wet parchment. You were petrified in place, hyperventilating and trembling at the sight of it.Â
It was a giant wolf. It was covered from head to toe in midnight black fur although there were spots that seemed thinner than others that were littered in scars - slashes and bite wounds from what you could only imagine were others of its kind. It was larger than a horse with a head so huge it could bite your own clean off in one impressive snap. And then there were the eyes. They were glowing an ice cold silver in the dark with a glare that felt sharp enough to slice through you while a gnarled scar marred the fur and skin of its right eye.
A/N: Iâm exhausted and grad school sucks but I really wanted to get this out for your guys. I hope you enjoy it, I spent way more time on it than I wanted to. I really thought it was only going to be 8k yet here we areâŠ21k. Anyway, I miss all of you - sorry this is so long lol, this is SUPER UNEDITED. As usual, I canât wait to see you in my inbox and comments, I love you and hope you enjoyÂ

The sweet scent of flowers greeted your nose as you cracked open the window for the first time in months.Â
Despite the warmth of sunshine and the bright green strokes of grass outside, it very well could have still been winter. It felt as if no time had passed since that fateful day. In your heart, winter still raged on. There were gnarled, ice-coated branches there and a torrent of never-ending snow. It had frozen over since then.Â
You carried this sense of numbness you had never thought you would be capable of, it was as if your very soul had been corroded by frostbite. Any love or passion or warmth had been snuffed out like a match in the dark.Â
That was the thing about grief, it could change a person into something that was beyond recognition. And your grief was immeasurable.Â
When you got married, you never imagined your husband would die within the first year.Â
It truly had been a cruel winter that year. The two of you were making do with what food you had. He had always been so smart, planning out what you could have each day so that it would last until spring. The only problem was the fire wood. No one could have anticipated how cold it was going to be and if you hadnât burned as much kindling as you did you were certain you would have frozen to death.Â
You could still remember that gentle look he had given you before he left. The soft touch of his fingers to your cheek, the gentle kiss he left you with. He still had every ounce of charm he had had as a boy. He had always been kind and sweet to you. He was the gentlest man you had ever known. That was why his death hurt even more.Â
You had been worried the minute he left, but as minutes bled into hours and the winter sun quickly disappeared behind the mountains you were frightened to the bone. He had only an ax and a knife with him. He brought no food and no more clothing than what was on his back. He was planning on making a short trip and if he didnât come back right away the chances of him surviving the night were slim to none.Â
His body was found the next day.Â
Honestly, you didnât remember that day all too well. Everything was a blur, you could faintly remember hearing the voices of a few men from the village, the feeling of your raw throat after screaming senselessly, and the surplus of food and supplies that were sent your way with small slips of paper that read: âOur condolences.âÂ
They wouldnât let you see his body and that was something you would never forgive them for. You didnât care how bad it was, you wanted to see him with your own eyes and you were never afforded that closure. But you had heard enough from hushed whispers outside.Â
âPieces,â they had said.Â
He had been mauled to pieces. They couldnât even find all of him and what was left of him had huge teeth marks raked through flesh. It was an animal attack. Just like you and your husband, they were hungry.Â
And now you were all alone. You were a pariah, one that people pitied, but a pariah nonetheless. You would never be able to marry again, not that you wanted to, but no one would want a widow as their wife. That was the way of things, you were meant to live out the rest of your days in solitude. Nothing more than a sad story motherâs would tell their children as you passed through the markets in silence. Your story would become a warning for children not to wander off into the woods. Your tragedy would become a lesson.Â
The only lesson that you had learned was that love meant pain. You had given yourself to someone entirely, and when they had parted from you, you were left with nothing. That was the danger of love, losing yourself.Â
After months of wishing you had followed him out of this world, you were hit with the sudden clarity that you were being selfish. He had left to try and save the both of you, but here you were wasting the life he had given you. He had sacrificed himself in order for you to keep living for the both of you.Â
Choosing to live was so much harder than choosing to die.Â
You shoved those horrendous thoughts to the back of your mind as you traveled through your small cottage, prying open every stiff window that you passed by. Living meant starting with the little things, like getting your home in order. It didnât feel the same without him, but at least now that it was warmer out you wouldnât have to stay inside and constantly be reminded of his absence.Â
You stripped your bed, gathered up the used linens, and scooped up piles of worn clothes from the floor before depositing them in the basket. You were distracting yourself, that much you were certain of. But any distraction was welcome, you couldnât bear the silence filled thoughts of him any longer.Â
You heaved the basket up onto your hip and made for the door, pausing as you were faced with the blooming greenery beyond the threshold. The breeze was cool, the air was fresh. The world was starting over once again, why was it so hard for you?Â
You shook the troubling thought from your head, squared your shoulders, and took a deep breath. You could at least try. And so, you stepped outside for the first time in months and faced the world. It was almost like nothing changed. The birds still chirped, the insects sang, and the rush of the river called from a distance.Â
That was the other thing about grief. While it felt like your world ended, in reality, it still rushed onward.Â
The soft grass sunk beneath your feet and sprung back to life as you walked, your body tense as you approached the forest. You werenât going in too far, it was just the edge where the trees were still spread out and not too thick. You just needed to get to the river. But you couldnât deny the sense of paranoia that was set in your bones. This was where he died, where he was mauled and consumed by whatever inhabited the forest. It would make sense that whatever animal that had ended his life was still prowling in the shadows, waiting for its next meal.Â
âStop it,â You snapped at yourself, your voice hoarse from lack of use and louder in the soft sounds of nature.Â
You werenât going far, you were going to be safe. There was no reason to be so anxious when you wouldnât be putting yourself in danger. You werenât walking into the lion's den, you were doing laundry.Â
Despite your scolding, you still snapped your head in every direction when you finally reached the river. You were unsettled by every little noise, hyper aware of everything that was going on around you. For a task that was so mundane, you felt so on edge.Â
The rush of icy water against your hands was enough to help you focus on the task at hand. The river had finally unfrozen. While your husband and yourself frequently bathed in the river during the warmer months, you had no plans on doing that anytime soon lest you be chilled to the bone and catch your death. Maybe when you were younger you would have risked it all for a moment of fun. But you were older now, matured by time and tragedy. It was harder to have fun now.Â
You threw the shirt you were washing on a rock beside you, the force of the toss resulting in a loud, wet slap. Your body bent forward under an oppressive imaginary weight as your icy fingers braced your face, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips causing your body to sink even further.Â
Living for two people was going to be even harder than you thought. Even these simple, menial tasks felt exhausting. It had been a miracle you had been able to drag yourself out of bed, that you had made it outside, that you had even journeyed to the river. But those things should be easy, so why did they feel so hard?Â
You felt weak.
Useless.Â
Helpless.Â
You couldnât help but think had the roles been reversed, he would have been stronger than you. He would have mourned but he would have been able to survive. He would have been able to find another wife, he would have had the children he always wanted, and he could have been happy. It was hard to not feel like it should have been you, like you were just wasting the life he had given you. It was hard to not crumble beneath the crashing waves of grief that eroded your resolve.Â
It was too hard.Â
A high pitched whimper broke you out of your spiraling thoughts, your hands dropping to your lap and your head snapping to attention. You held your breath and pursed your lips, listening closely to try and hear the sound again.Â
And there it was again. Although this time it was much louder and much longer. It sounded like something was in pain. And your curiosity got the better of you.Â
You shifted your basket to the side and stood, gathering your skirts in one hand as you carefully lept from stone to stone as you crossed the river. Your heart raced as you slipped once then twice, the stones slick from the rushing water, but the cries were becoming louder and closer and you felt as if you had no other choice but to find out what they were coming from.Â
Once you crossed the river, you moved slowly through the grass so as to not startle whatever it was that was frightened. Every now and then you would pause and hold your breath, listening intently for the creature's cries before following them once more. You could just barely make out the shape of the animal, its body concealed by a thick underbrush of branches, leaves, and thorns.Â
You dropped down to your knees with abandon and blindly reached into the shrubbery. The cries were much louder now as the creature was startled by your invading hands. Thorns raked through your flesh as you grabbed hold of the small furry body and pulled, trying your hardest to gently remove the little animal. A loud cry made you stop, halting all of your progress. It looked like it was tangled up in something.Â
You quickly moved on to your second plan and softly placed the animal back down before grabbing thorn laced branches and snapping them with your bare hands. You hissed in pain as blood beaded up from the small cuts that now decorated your palms. You couldnât fathom where this sudden rush of determination came from or why you felt like you so desperately needed to do this. That same rush that came over you to find the animal was present and even stronger with the desire to free it. You felt it on some deeper level, that you just couldnât leave it behind.Â
There was a generous pile of branches beside you now and you could very clearly see what you were dealing with. It looked like a puppy. It was very small with soft chocolate brown fur, a short nose, and the cutest pointed ears. Its big brown eyes were welled up with tears, its tail tucked between its legs, and its entire body shook in fright.Â
Your horror stricken gasp was muffled as you involuntarily covered your mouth in surprise. The poor pup was tangled up in a snare. The wire was cinched tightly around its hind leg, chest, and foreleg, cutting in so tightly that blood was visible on the metal. The poor thing had run right into the trap and was stuck. You could only hope that it wasnât intended for the puppy, that it had run into some hunterâs trap purely by accident.Â
Your already lacerated hands went straight back to work trying as you attempted to untangle the snare as gently as you could. You hissed as it sliced your palms but paused only a moment to wipe the blood off on your pinafore before continuing your work. By the time you had finally managed to undo the trap, beads of sweat clung to your neck and the sun had moved a decent way across the sky.Â
âThere you go,â You murmured, âyouâre free.âÂ
The puppy, although now free, didnât move. Its deep brown eyes stared up at you as it continued to whine, its entire body still shaking with unadulterated fright.Â
âCan you walk?â You asked, sitting back on your calves to get a better look at the animal.
You were shocked when it responded, in a way. The puppy attempted to stand and then walk, but it only made it two steps with a clear limp before it collapsed flat on its belly with a yipe.Â
âOf course you canât, Iâm sorry,â You cooed as you reached out. Your hand paused in midair, hesitating before trying to touch the puppy. It was probably a wild dog, so it was not a good idea to go touching an animal that very well could bite you, no matter how cute it was.Â
The puppy, as if it had read your mind, answered for you by leaning forward and sniffing your fingers with a cold, wet nose, before lapping at them with its little tongue. It was like any other puppy then, it wasnât aggressive yet.Â
You chewed your lip in thought as you watched the pup. It wasnât a good idea to take in stray animals, but it was injured and leaving it in the forest would be like ringing a dinner bell for all the predators in the area. All of the blood the pup and yourself had shed was certainly not helping. And then there was the crippling loneliness of your cottage. A dog would be good for that. It would be something to share the space with, something to break up the cacophonous silence. And, when it grows older, it would be good for protection as well. The benefits outweigh the negatives you selfishly refused to think of.Â
With the pupâs approval, you lifted it up and cradled it into your side much like a mother would her child. You giggled in delight from the feeling of a wet nose burrowing its way into your shoulder and neck, sniffing the cloth of your dress and your skin like it was trying to become accustomed to you.Â
You crossed the river even slower now on your way back, very aware of the precious animal you were protecting. When you stopped at the river bank, you gathered your abandoned laundry and placed the puppy in the basket. You didnât really care about the dirt, grass, and blood that would inevitably stain the fabrics - afterall, they still needed to be cleaned and you had much more pressing issues to attend to.Â
You walked back with a sudden urgency in your steps, a small trill of excitement buzzing in your being. After months of isolation and misery, something so small had brought you joy, something that had been unimaginable a few hours before.Â
The pup was much calmer now, softly panting instead of crying as it laid in your basket of sheets, eyeing the world that passed by as you brought the two of you back to your cottage. When you made it inside, you shut the bottom half of the door, leaving the top half open to allow fresh air in without the risk of the pup wandering out and falling down the stone steps. When you placed the basket on the ground it nosed at the sheets for a moment before limping out of the basket.Â
âNo, no, no, stay right there,â You chided, gently scooting it back into the sheets, âyouâll hurt yourself worse if you do that.âÂ
You stayed a moment, locking eyes with the pup to ensure that it would stay and understand. When you were certain that it was calmed you finally turned your back and headed into the kitchen. You rummaged through the cabinets, searching for the healing salves and creams you knew had been there months before along with the strips of makeshift bandages.Â
Within mere moments of turning your back on the puppy you were alerted once more by its cries. It had tried following you again but was now laying in a heap on the floor, tangled up in the sheet and crying from the pressure it applied on its wounds.Â
You dropped the bandages and rushed to the pup, cooing as you picked it up and cradled it against your chest. The little thing was an escape artist, that was certain.Â
You let out a deep sigh as an uncomfortable thought brewed in your mind. It was the only option that you could think of, even though it was terribly unpleasant. Before you could dwell too much you headed towards the back of the cottage where a single door was fixed into the frame. It stuck at your first pull but relented on the second, the hinges creaking in defeat as you entered the room.Â
Any furniture that was in the room was coated with a thin layer of dust having gone undisturbed for months. That old wound in your heart was bleeding around the edges now, the pain of avoided thoughts bubbling back up to the surface.Â
There was a crib against the far wall of the bedroom.Â
You swiftly moved to the back of the room and gently placed the pup inside the crib. The sides were high enough that the injured dog would be unable to climb over and you were confident that this was the safest place for the poor thing.Â
But even that knowledge couldnât stop tears from pricking at the corner of your eyes as your hands subconsciously cradled your belly. Your pregnancy had been short lived. Losing your husband had been the catalyst to losing your child, but you couldnât help but blame yourself. Even though the midwife had promised you it wasnât your fault you couldnât see how that could be true. If you had been stronger, if you had taken better care of yourself, you would have been able to save that last piece of him.Â
If you hadnât been pregnant, maybe things would have been different. Your husband would have stayed and you would have figured out how to make it through the rest of the winter. But you had been pregnant, he had left to find more resources because of that, and even though he sacrificed his life for you and your unborn child you hadnât been able to save them.Â
You couldnât see how any of this wasnât your fault when you were at the center of it all.Â
The feeling of cool tears rolling down your cheeks shocked you back to reality. You weakly wiped the tears away, sniffed, and shook your head. You needed to clean yourself and the pup up, you had priorities.Â
You rushed around the cottage, busying yourself with what needed to be done. You ran to the water pump and wet some rags, retrieved the salves and bandages, and grabbed a bowl of poultry meat for the dog. This was a welcome distraction.Â
You were greeted by excited, squeaky barks when you returned to the abandoned nursery. The pup eagerly paced back and forth, its little tail wagging so hard its entire backside wiggled. You let out a gentle giggle before releasing it from the crib and sitting the two of you on the floor, pulling the pup into your lap and distracting it with a strip of meat while you assessed its injuries once more.Â
You blinked once and then twice in confusion. You could have sworn the wounds had been much worse not more than half an hour ago. The slashes were still bloody and in need of tending to, but they were not the deep, gnarled gashes that had once needed stitching. You were either still out of your mind or this animal had the fastest healing time you had ever seen.Â
It was much easier to believe that your mind was failing you. And so, you got to cleaning and wrapping the wounds. The pup was surprisingly well behaved, only whimpering every now and then as you touched a tender spot but it didnât jerk away and did its best to stay still as it ate. The more time you spent with it, the more you realized it was much smarter and more aware than you had once thought. Everything about the little creature seemed eerily human when you thought about it too much. It was better to not think about it too hard.Â
Trapped in your own mind, you hadnât realized that you had finished your work. Not until you felt the gentle lap of a little tongue against the wounds that decorated your palms, jolting you back into the real world.Â
You pulled your hands away with a pained hiss before reprimanding the puppy, âNo, no, no, I donât know where that mouth of yours has been. The last thing we need is an infection.â
The puppy whined in earnest and nosed at your palm once more before you pulled your hands away again and scooped the little thing back up into your arms. This way, it wouldnât be able to mess with the cuts.Â
After you tended to your palms, applying salve and wrapping them securely, you couldnât help but notice the odd tingling you felt emanating from them. It was warm and fuzzy and completely unexplainable - your salves had never caused that sensation before.Â
As time passed and the sun crossed over the sky before dipping beneath the horizon, the feeling became stronger until it was a pulse-like thrum causing your hands to tremble before steadily declining until it was nothing more than a memory. And an odd one at that.Â
It was when you began to turn in for the night, that everything fell apart.Â
You didnât notice that the crickets had fallen silent nor that the wildlife of the forest had completely disappeared. You hadnât noticed the hollow ringing that came from the wind slipping between the trees. It was the calm before the storm, and you had no idea what was coming.Â
The candlelight was dim, casting soft ochre colored shadows over the wood and stone of the cottage. The puppy slept soundly in your arms. Everything was calm.Â
That was of course until a howl fractured the peace. It was so loud you could have sworn you felt the floorboards shake as a rush of fright went down your spine. The soft lull of sleep was suddenly long forgotten.Â
The pup in your arms stirred at the noise, its ears perking up and its head frozen in place as it recognized the sound. It was on high alert. It knew what was out there.Â
You shakily stood and approached the door, the top portion of it still unlatched and swung outward. Outside of the lamp affixed to the stone above the door, the forest was pitch black. You could barely make out the twisted shape of the trees and the brooke that had once been in sight was obscured. But, what was even stranger, was that you were certain that the shadows were moving.Â
You tilted your head to the side, squinting your eyes as you tried to make out what exactly you were looking at. And then, it was close enough that the light bounced off of it and you were met with the horrifying sight of a set of bright silver eyes staring back at you from the dark.Â
You were frozen in an instant. But once you realized those eyes were steadily coming closer with a hulking form attached, you acted on instinct, slamming the door shut and latching it closed. You could only hope that the door would hold against whatever that thing was.Â
Your chest rose and fell with heavy pants as you became more and more unsettled. Why was it so quiet? Why couldnât you hear something so big moving? Where was it? What direction was it coming from? Your back met the wall and your weak knees had you sliding down to the ground.Â
Your entire body was shaking in pure terror. There was something out there, something massive and monstrous. You held the pup in your arms tighter, bringing it to your chest for comfort as well as protection.Â
You yelped as a loud bang popped the eerie silence. Whatever it was, it was slamming its body alongside the cottage. But it wasnât doing it mindlessly, like it thought it could break through the walls. It was purposeful, it was an attempt to frighten you and determine where you were. It was smart.Â
You curled into yourself as it came closer. You could hear heavy, sharp pants in between the vicious snarls that it was making. It sounded wild, primal, and predatory. It was hunting.Â
The pup in your arms began whining and wriggling around as it tried to escape your grasp and all it was doing for you was frightening you even more. All it was doing was making more noise, drawing more attention to itself. And you knew it had, the creature outside had gone silent. It was listening.Â
And then chaos unraveled in seconds.Â
You couldnât even scream when the door was ripped from its hinges, the beast breaking through it like it was wet parchment. You were petrified in place, hyperventilating and trembling at the sight of it.Â
It was a giant wolf. It was covered from head to toe in midnight black fur although there were spots that seemed thinner than others that were littered in scars - slashes and bite wounds from what you could only imagine were others of its kind. It was larger than a horse with a head so huge it could bite your own clean off in one impressive snap. And then there were the eyes. They were glowing an ice cold silver in the dark with a glare that felt sharp enough to slice through you while a gnarled scar marred the fur and skin of its right eye.Â
Your body slowly began to slump to the ground, falling weak before the wolf. You looked like the perfect prey, like a rabbit that was so frightened its own heart had stopped. It seemed that the wolf thought similarly. It approached you slowly like it was still on the prowl as angry snarls left its gaping maw. You could feel your blood run cold as you caught sight of its enormous teeth, each one long enough that they could be made into daggers. Whatever this creature was, it was no mere wolf, it was something else entirely.Â
Your hold on the pup was weakened as your chest and forehead met the ground, bending beneath the invisible weight of the wolfâs presence. From beneath the cover of your hair you could make out its large paws and hooked nails mere inches away from you. It was so close now that you could feel puffs of its hot breath disturb your hair and ghost over your neck. You were breaths away from death.Â
You couldnât decide if you wanted to flee or embrace it as you had once desired.Â
A soft whimper involuntarily escaped you as you waited, feeling the tip of its nose brush over your head as its snarls grew louder. A sudden loud yapping broke the tension.Â
The pup was frantically barking at the wolf and lunging at it in a playful manner all the while standing in front of you like it was trying to protect you. The sight would have been comical had you not been on the brink of passing out. This tiny puppy was fiercely defending you against this monster.Â
And, to your surprise, it was working.Â
Once you gained the courage to raise your head you were met with the sight of the wolfâs intense gaze trained on the puppy. More specifically, its gaze was trained on the bandages covering its wounds. The wolf looked back at you, its hauntingly silver eyes making you flinch. It continued to stare at you for a long moment like it was contemplating something, that of which you were unaware of. But then its gaze hardened and its predatory stance relaxed. It had made its decision.Â
Without another snarl or howl it nipped the pup by its scruff and began to carry it out of the cottage. It stopped for a moment once it had successfully squeezed out of the broken door frame and looked back at you, this too was a look that you were unable to decipher. It gave you a slow blink and then turned, carrying the pup back to the forest and disappearing into the darkness.Â
It was in that moment that you finally realized that it had not been a dog you had rescued, but that wolfâs pup.Â
And with that realization you completely collapsed to the floor and were dragged into a dark, dreamless, restless sleep.Â
~~~~~~~
Yoongi had come to realize that there wasnât much that you could do to discipline a two year old, especially a two year old that was a shifter.Â
His daughter, Binna, had little control over her form and had a knack for slipping away and getting into trouble. That was something he could blame on his other pack members, specifically the youngest three.Â
He huffed out a sigh as he carefully extracted twigs and leaves from her messy hair, flinging them back into the underbrush. She was the very definition of a wild child. And while it wasnât uncommon for pups her age to be curious and adventurous, it was uncommon that she so readily welcomed and followed humans.Â
Humans were dangerous, that was something he had tried his best to get her to understand but she simply couldnât. She was too young to understand how they could hunt her and hurt her, far too young to realize what that meant, and far too young to understand that it was a human that had taken her mother away from them.Â
Then again, she hadnât known her mother all too well. That was evidenced by her clinging to any female shifter she had found and babbling out âmamaâ to the wrong mothers. She knew her mother was missing, but she couldnât match the face to the name. He couldnât really blame her all that much. Her mother had been amongst the best hunters and was oftentimes absent as she hunted for the packâs survival. Yoongi was a defender, he was there to ensure the safety of everyone that resided within their territory. He was at the front lines. And because of that, his wife was often gone and he was almost always home. To his daughter, her mother was a faceless being.Â
âLet me see,â He demanded firmly, trying to unwind the bandages that were already slipping from her skin.Â
She nipped at his fingers playfully, her serrated canines gleaming as she giggled. Yoongi tried his best to suppress his smile, he was supposed to be upset with her. He sighed once more and grabbed the edge of the bandage and began to unwind it.Â
âNo,â She cried in a drawn out whine, âMama gave me! Mama gave me!âÂ
Yoongi froze, startled as he registered her fractured speech. She thought that human in the cottage was her mother.Â
He could see why she would think that, you had taken care of her after all. From what he had seen from the wounds he knew they came from a hunter's trap, snares made from silver that were so small they had clearly been designed for pups as no adult shifter would ever be able to be caught in that small a snare. It was clear that you had rescued his daughter and taken care of her in his absence.Â
And for some reason, Yoongi could only press his lips together in a firm line and failed to correct his daughter. At the end of the day, she wasnât necessarily wrong.Â
Yoongi knew you.
He had known you for a while now. He had watched you the day you and your husband had moved in. The two of you had chosen a location that was incredibly close to their territory and so he scouted you out for days to ensure that you wouldnât stumble too far from your home, to ensure that you werenât a threat.Â
He had thought you two were safe, and that was his biggest mistake.Â
Yoongi would not say that he was enamored with you, but he was definitely interested in you. He had gone his entire life knowing to never trust a human, but as he observed he couldnât help but be enthralled by your little human quirks.Â
You were so blissfully unaware of his presence as he silently stalked you. Your husband, like his wife, was often gone during the day and you were left to amuse yourself. For someone of your age, you had this odd youthful aura about you. He would watch as you would jump into the brooke, spinning around and splashing with abandon not unlike his child would.Â
That version of you that he knew though, that was long gone. Loss has aged you, hardened you. Even though you were completely ensnared by fright he could see the hollowness in your eyes when he had ripped your door from its hinges.Â
The both of you had been irreparably changed by loss.Â
And then there was the other problem. He was indebted to you and you were now in his care. While he refused to acknowledge any attachment he felt for you, he couldnât deny the attraction. It was incredibly wrong considering his own disdain for humans, but he couldnât help himself. There was something else there, this odd discomfort in his chest that demanded to be felt, a sour feeling in his stomach at the thought of your frightened face.Â
This was not good.Â
Contrary to popular belief, wolves do not mate for life. And as a shifter that was even more true. While many chose to bond to one another, it was not horribly uncommon to find a new mate if one were to leave or die. And, very rarely, there were intense bonds that made it so that you did mate for life. In the case of his wife, it was not that type of bond. Of course he was hurt, of course he missed her, but it was not the debilitating grief that you experienced. It was natural for his kind, evolutionary even. Â
The attachment, this bond he felt for you paired with his daughterâs stubborn belief that you could be her mother made him make a decision far faster than he should have.Â
You lost a husband, he lost a wife. An even trade. Why could you not fill those roles for each other?Â
~~~~~~~
The following days were ones where you lived in a state of fright and confusion.Â
When you awoke the next morning you were greeted by the feeling of the floor against your cheek and a stiff ache in your joints. Apparently, you had spent the night collapsed on the floor.Â
When you finally mustered up the strength to stand there were several things that were brought to your attention. Firstly, that there was now a gaping hole in the wall from where your door had once stood. Secondly, the events that occurred the night before had not been a grief conjured hallucination. And thirdly, the pain in your hands had completely disappeared.Â
Upon unwinding the bandages you were met with completely closed wounds and thin scars that looked years old. Your suspicions had been proven correct, that wolf and its pup were certainly not just animals not with the way a few stray licks had healed your palms. Your fingers trembled in fright at the realization before you grabbed another roll of bandages and wrapped them tightly in a panic.Â
Out of sight, out of mind.Â
You followed the same thought as you gathered up sheets, a cord, and pins with the intention to cover up the missing door to your cottage.Â
Out of sight, out of mind.Â
Unfortunately, that was not possible for you. Before you could even attempt to hang the sheets you were frozen in place a foot away from what was once the threshold. On the cobblestone porch was a carcass. You stared at it, dumb in shock as you tried to understand what you were looking at. It wasnât a complete animal, it had been skinned and cleaned and left on your porch laying out on a thick piece of brown paper packaging. At first, you considered the possibility that it was another mourning gift from one of your neighbors in town but that was very quickly debunked. For one, they typically cooked the meat or met you at the door. And secondly, there were clear claw marks in the bone and large tooth impressions left behind. You had a sick feeling that you knew where this came from. But it didnât make any sense, no wolf could clean a carcass like this - this was work done by human hands.Â
Despite your conclusion, when you raised your head you were once more greeted by the sight of the wolf. He was much closer than he had been the first time you saw him the night before. He laid right by the end of the treeline - half of his body submerged in shade and the other half bathing in the golden glow of the early morning light. Those silver eyes were watching you intently, waiting to see what you would do next.Â
That only confirmed your suspicions, he had brought it for you. It was a peace offering of sorts, a truce. In spite of that knowledge your hands still trembled when you grabbed a corner of the parchment and dragged the carcass past the threshold. The wolfâs alert and tense body almost immediately relaxed. It was like it was relieved.Â
It stared after you for a moment longer, gave you a slow blink, and then rose and melted back into the forest - vanishing as if it hadnât even been there in the first place.Â
And so you hung your sheet, peeled the flesh from the bone of the carcass, and disposed of the remains.Â
Out of sight, out of mind.Â
~~~~~~~
When you woke the next day, the makeshift curtain was pulled to the side and wrapped around a bent hinge that was still mounted to the wall. Another thing you were certain wolves were incapable of.Â
And there, on the stoop, laid a pile of wild berries and fruit on a small, clean cloth. And, not far away, the wolf was there once more. Although this time it was much closer, so close in fact that you could visibly make out the twisted scar around its eye. It was laying down, much like a dog would, with its large head raised in alert. Those silver eyes flicked slowly from the present and back to you three times, a clear signal that it was waiting for you to take them. It only relaxed when you brought them inside just like the day before.Â
This pattern between the two of you persisted for several days to follow. And, no matter how you tried to forget what had happened that night, this creature was making it virtually impossible. It was ironic how you had once longed for company and were willing to settle for it from a dog but now that you had someone, well something, watching over you you were incredibly unnerved by the ordeal. But you couldnât exactly shoo the hulking creature away.Â
And so each day passed and more presents followed. One day it was bunches of wildflowers, another it was game of varying sizes, and another was a thick pelt that had been handcrafted into a blanket for the cold spring nights. You didnât know how to exactly decline a gift from a mythical creature. Wouldnât there be horrible repercussions for that?Â
The urgency to put a stop to this odd arrangement became even more apparent when a gold pendant was left at your door and the wolf had crept so close that it was less than fifteen feet away. It was beginning to make your home its territory and now it was somehow stealing items you had only dreamed of affording when you were young. It was all too much.Â
You wound the chain of the pendant around your fingers as you hesitantly crept down the stone steps. The creature perked up in interest, elevating its head again as you slowly approached it, your body shaking in fright in spite of your attempts to school yourself into a false confidence.Â
âI-â You paused to clear your throat, âI canât accept this. Youâve done more than enough for me, youâre forgiven.âÂ
It only cocked its head to the side in response. You were just a crazy woman talking to an animal, werenât you?
âHere, take it,â You tried again, reaching out your palm to it as the chain caught the sun and glistened in the morning light.Â
It was looking at you like you were dumb.Â
âFine,â You sighed, âIâll just leave it here then and you can take it back to wherever you got it from.âÂ
You lightly tossed it onto the grass and turned your back on the creature before briskly walking back to your cottage. And, despite the haste in which you walked, you were no match for the massive wolf.Â
A startled shriek left your lips as you felt a large, warm body bump against your side and thick fur rub up against your skin. Another shriek was forced past your lips when its tail wacked you on the backside like it had a mind of its own.Â
Gold glinted in its teeth before the pendant was unceremoniously dropped on your stone steps, the placement much more haphazard than it had been that morning.
If this had happened a few days before, you were certain you would have been more frightened, but now your patience was far too thin and you were in desperate need for your privacy and a sense of normalcy.Â
âIf youâre going to keep bringing me things, at least let them be useful! Like a door, for instance. You know, that thing you ripped off of my home!âÂ
The wolf huffed in what almost sounded like an amused chuckle before rising and stalking towards you, crowding you up against the side of the cottage. Your heart pounded as you realized you had made a grave error, you were not the one in charge here.Â
You clenched your eyes shut as you felt a warm puff of air over your face and a wet nose prod your cheek. You shook as you remembered the creature's giant fangs and huge body. You were certain now that it was going to eat you now that you had denied it, these were the repercussions that you feared.
What you hadnât anticipated though, was the feeling of it pressing its head on top of yours and whining like an overgrown puppy. It was acting like you had hurt its feelings. You hesitantly cracked an eye open only to see this huge, scarred, wolf nuzzling your head and then your hands like it was begging for affection.Â
A surprised laugh came straight from your chest as you shakily began to pet the wolf. The wolf that had previously been ready to kill you after you had accidentally kidnapped its child.Â
âAlright, alright, cut it out!â You squealed, laughing hysterically as it began to lick you. You quickly froze when you realized that that was the first time you had laughed in months. It was the first time you had laughed since your husband had died.Â
You gently pushed against the wolfâs large head as you side stepped around it, a frown now tugging down the corners of your mouth. It felt so wrong to be happy.Â
Your companion noticed your swift shift in behavior. It ducked its head down and nosed at your back not all that gently as you stumbled forward.Â
âDonât you have a child you need to get back to?â You hissed, a sudden wave of irritation rushing over you.Â
This wasnât all that uncommon for you. The rapid changes in your emotions. It was easy to feel joy wither away to apathy, to frustration, to anger. Oftentimes you felt like you had no control over how you felt and it left you grasping at straws as you tried to hold yourself together. It was just so hard.Â
âGo on, go home,â You sighed, flicking your hand in the general direction of the trees, âI donât doubt that youâll be back tomorrow anyways.âÂ
The wolf stared at you again, as it tended to, before purposefully bumping its large body against you once more and making for the forest. It hesitated for a moment, looking back over its shoulder to give you one last look, and then it was gone again.Â
That was what you wanted, wasn't it? But if that were true then why did you hate the loneliness that you were left with so much?Â
~~~~~~~
That morning, early in the morning, you were awoken by the sound of a hacksaw.Â
For a brief moment, in the hazy grasp of sleep, you allowed yourself to settle back down when you realized it was just your husband getting an early start on the daily chores.Â
But your husband was dead.Â
With that sobering thought you jolted fully awake, gripping your blanket tightly in your hands and pulling it up over your mouth as you struggled to control your breathing. Your neighbors were out of the way and they rarely came to visit anymore outside of the kind supply drops they had provided you with throughout the rest of the winter. So, if it wasnât them, then who was it?Â
You rose and with the blanket still wrapped around you, you made for the door as quietly as you could. Once again, the curtain was pulled and fixed to the side like it usually was whenever your companion came to visit you. But the person that stood outside, mere steps away, was very clearly not the massive wolf you had come to know.Â
You could only see him from the back, but he was very clearly a man. He was a decent height with longer, thick, raven hair that began to curl at the ends. From what you could see of him, you could make out stretches of porcelain skin. He was wearing a loose fit white top and he had rolled the sleeves up past his elbows exposing pale forearms with impressive veins and hands that looked like they had been carved from marble.Â
Your cheeks grew warm as you realized you were spending far too much time appreciating his appearance rather than worrying about what this stranger's intentions with you and your home were. âWhat are you doing here?â
The man continued his work, sawing at the wood until the cut was complete before he responded. You then realized that he had been very aware of your presence the entire time, he had not been startled at all.Â
âYou asked for a door, did you not?â He replied, sarcasm tainting his words, as he brushed the sawdust from his hands and turned to look at you.Â
His face was just as lovely as the rest of him. Dark brows, doll-like lips, and deep brown eyes that had the gentlest slope to them. He was beautiful, that was undeniable.Â
But what was most apparent and most worrying, was the long scar that ran over his right eye. A scar that you had most definitely seen before. Your body stumbled backwards on instinct, trying its hardest to create more distance between the two of you.Â
The man raised an eyebrow, a look of pure amusement etched into his features, âYou werenât afraid of me yesterday but you are now? You are a confusing little human, you know that?â
âYou - thatâs, thatâs not possible!â You gasped, tightening your hold on your blanket. âWhat youâre insinuating is not possible!âÂ
He chuckled to himself, leaning his weight back on his hands as he dropped his chin down, âYou want me to prove it to you? I could if you really wanted me to, I do like these clothes though so Iâll only do it if you give me a reason.âÂ
The thought of watching this man, creature, wolf, whatever he was burst out of his flesh and take on a different form was horrifying enough that you were certain you would faint at the very sight. Already you were shaken by the thought of this being possible, you didnât know if you would be able to handle the sight. Not to mention that subtle innuendo that whenever he decided to take the form of a man again he would be as bare as the day he was born. It was all too much.Â
âPlease donât!â You cried, âDonât do that!â
âAs you wish,â He nodded with a teasing smile as he turned back to the door in progress. âPerhaps some other time.â
âWhat is it exactly that you want from me, if you are who you say you are?â You asked.Â
âI am responsible for you.â He said with a shrug, picking up the saw once more and continuing his work as if what he said made any sense at all.Â
âNo, you are not. No one is responsible for me, you owe me nothing.â
âI donât? I would think I at least owe you a door, that is what you said after all, remember?âÂ
Heat rushed to your face in pure frustration and embarrassment. He was just as infuriating and insufferable as he was when he was an overgrown dogâŠthat is of course if you were truly willing to believe in that sort of thing. But how else could he have known about your request for the door? Why else would he believe he was responsible for you had you not saved his childâs life? Unless he were some creepy, stalking stranger, he would have no knowledge of these events. This man was the very thing your town hunted and was frightened of.Â
âJust the door then? Thatâs all? You will leave after youâve finished it and your debt will be repaid. You will leave me alone?â You asked.Â
He paused for a moment, a confused expression taking over his face. He looked at you as if he realized he couldnât comprehend what you were asking of him. âYou confuse me.â
âI confuse you?â You laughed, âI woke up this morning to a strange man outside my home claiming to be something that up until this morning I didnât believe in, who claims he is responsible for me and owes me when all I want is peace and privacy!â
âThat, that confuses me.â He admitted.Â
âWhat?!â You cried in exasperation.Â
âHow can someone who so clearly hates being alone also want to keep it that way?â
You wrapped your blanket around yourself tighter, as if that would somehow shield you from the sudden sense of exposure that washed over you. You were feeling vulnerable. You were feeling seen.Â
âYou humans are social creatures, not unlike my kind, yet when you need help, when youâre in distress, you push your pack away. It goes against every natural instinct that you have, it doesnât make any sense.â He laughed with a shake of his head.Â
âYou are alone here, you have no one to protect you. I can keep you safe in every meaning of the word. Whether that means building you a door, forgive me by the way, or guarding your land. I want to protect you.âÂ
There was a gentle flutter in your heart, one that you desperately wanted to stomp out but were failing to do so. You hadnât been affected by someone like this since your husband and you didnât know if you should feel guilty about that. He was supposed to be the one allowed to move on, not you. These feelings werenât supposed to be for you, they were supposed to pass. It was your job to mourn his loss; he was supposed to be your one and only love. These feelings were supposed to be wrong. So why, deep down, did you enjoy them?Â
Instead of telling him to leave, to abandon his work and yourself, you made the mistake of giving him a chance. You made the mistake of entertaining him.Â
âI donât even know who you are,â You said with a laugh of disbelief.Â
âYoongi,â He smiled, a wolfish smile, âAnd you do know me, Iâve been here longer than you know.âÂ
That wasnât the comforting sentiment that he was trying to make it be. Just how long had he been watching you? You were reluctant to linger on that thought much longer, so you moved on.Â
âHow long will this take you?â You asked, shuffling closer to his work.Â
âNot long. Lucky you, you happened to pick a shifter whose trade is in woodworking.â
âA shifter? So, thatâs what you are?âÂ
Yoongi pursed his lips, his brows furrowed, he was thinking. It was like he was still deciding if he could trust you or not. He was deciding just how much information he was willing to give up to you despite the fact that you had seen him in his other form.Â
He nodded.Â
âAre thereâŠare there more of you?â
âYes,â He reluctantly admitted, you had already seen his daughter after all.Â
âWhy is it that I have only met one of your kind now?â
âBecause, weâre discreet. We have to be. You found my daughter in that hunterâs snare, remember?â
âYour daughter,â You echoed, âis she alright?âÂ
Yoongi practically preened at your concern. All you were doing was giving him validation, you could and would be a good mother to her. You could be a good mate for him.Â
âOur kind heals fast, sheâs already running around causing more trouble,â He chuckled, âbut donât be mistaken, I am grateful for what you did for her. You saved her life and you helped heal her. I owe you much more than you know.â
âI saved her life? You couldnât meanâŠâ
A grim look descended over his pretty features, a dark gaze settling in his eyes as he paused his work once more, his hands tightly gripping the tools they were holding. âThatâs exactly what I mean. We have been hunted since the dawn of time. Woman, man, child, it makes no difference to them. Their entire goal is to eradicate us, they think we are abominations. It wasnât enough that they took my wife, they tried to take my daughter as well.âÂ
Your heart ached in sympathy for him. You knew that feeling, the overwhelming wave of grief and pain that attempted to drown you in your suffering. You had lost your husband and a child, Yoongi was just as familiar with loss as you were.Â
You crept closer to him, so close that you could feel the warmth that radiated off of his body like a stove. Hesitantly, you reached out to him and rested your hand on top of his. You could feel his grip go lax, his hand relaxing beneath your touch.Â
âI know how terrible it can be to hear someone apologize and tell you that they know what you're going through, but I think this is one of those rare moments where itâs true.â You said.Â
You could feel his gaze on you and the scarred skin of his hands beneath yours. He felt so incredibly close, this was the closest you had been to anyone in a while. You swallowed uncomfortably as you felt his hand turn over and the skin of his palm meet yours as his fingers laced their way in between yours.Â
âMy husbandâŠhe was killed this winter. Iâll never know what happened to him, or why it happened, but knowing that heâll never be here again is the most painful thing I have ever felt. Itâs indescribable.â
Yoongi tried his best to suppress the inappropriate smile that wanted to make its appearance known on his lips. You two truly did complete one another. You were two pieces of a puzzle that had not been intended to fit together, but had been carved up and forced together. You were altered, created for one another. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, stroking his thumb down the curve where your palm met your finger in rhythmic swipes.Â
âI know that feeling, I understand it well.â
I understand you, he wanted to say.Â
âPeople like us, we should stick together. We can trust one another like no one else can.â He murmured, gently brushing up against your side.Â
That was enough to wake you up from the dreamlike haze he had put you in. You stepped back, breaking your fingers away from his and holding your hand up to your chest.Â
It was too soon, too much, you couldnât be that close to someone, to a man nonetheless. You couldnât trust him, you couldnât trust anyone.Â
Yoongi took a step forward and you took three back, retreating from the momentary comfort you had felt. But instead of looking dejected like you assumed he would, he looked determined, he looked sure of himself. And that only made you stumble back even more, stepping up your stone steps and into the house.
âIâll leave you to your work.âÂ
This is what you did. Despite the entrapment you felt by your loneliness, it was familiar, it was right. The loneliness was easier.Â
It was the only thing you knew you could hold on to for certain.Â
~~~~~~~
In the days that followed, you became antsy to get out from beneath your visitorâs presence.Â
You hurried past your uninvited guest, hoping that he wouldnât notice you with his back turned to you. Your hopes were quickly dashed.Â
âWhere are you going?â He called over his shoulder.Â
You came to a halt with an exasperated sigh, âAm I answering to you now?â
He only hummed in response and for a reason that you could not conceive, it lit you alight with agitation. âWhere I go, is none of your concern!â
That caught his attention, his head slightly jerking to the side as he watched you from the corner of his eye. âItâs not safe out there, not when youâre alone.âÂ
âI was fully capable of finding my way through the forest before you got here, I seriously doubt that I have lost all sense of direction.â
âItâs not your sense of direction Iâm worried about,â He sighed, âThereâs more of my kind out there and more of your hunters - both of which would not bat an eye at a human getting caught in the crossfire.â
âItâs never been a problem before,â
âNo, but it is now.â He said with a stern glare, his eyes not meeting your curious gaze, but instead staring into the distance. His shoulders were tense, his forearms flexed, he looked as if he was burdened with knowledge that he could not share.Â
âYoongi, what is that supposed to mean?âÂ
âDonât wander off too far,â He deflected.Â
You stayed for a moment, suddenly unsure as to what you should do. Moments before you were ready to get out from underneath his oppressive stare, but now you were intrigued. Yoongi had told you about the shared hatred between your species. The humans hunted the shifters and the shifters were reactionary killers. They followed an honor code closely and truly believed in an eye for an eye. So what had happened that now made it unsafe for you to traverse the woods when before it had never been a problem. Why would Yoongiâs kind attack you unprovoked?
Despite your stare, Yoongi was blatantly ignoring you, pretending that he didnât notice you hadnât left. That was enough to let you know that the conversation was over no matter how much you poked and prodded.Â
Without another word, you left. Contrary to what Yoongi had believed, you wouldnât be traveling too far. Your cottage and the shifter would not be in view, but you knew the way like the back of your hand. It was past the brook, and a good walk through the evergreens. What you were searching for was a small clearing.Â
The trees lined the space in almost a perfect circle, something that appeared somewhat unnatural amidst the organic shapes of the woods. In the middle, there stood one weeping willow - completely out of place and the only one of its kind. And at the base of its gnarled roots was a simple stone with your husband's name carved into it. The earth was still turned, a reminder of just how fresh his death and the wounds they left behind on your heart were.Â
You gently lowered yourself to the ground, your skirts folding beneath your knees as your fingers pressed into the dirt. You had often thought about crawling back to him, you had dreamed of being wrapped up in his warm embrace again, the two of you entwined and buried beneath a comforter of soil and flowers. In your dreams you were intertwined so tightly that years from now if anyone were to find you they wouldnât be able to tell where you began and he ended.Â
âHello my love,â You whispered despite no one else being in the clearing. And of course, you were met with the silence, the ever present reminder that he had left you and that he was never coming back.Â
You sniffled as your fingers smoothed down the fluffed dirt before digging into your basket and pulling out the prettiest wildflowers you could find with which you then began to arrange around the stone. You knew it wasnât right to spend so much time here, you were holding on so dearly to someone that was gone and no matter how much love you held for him it would never be enough to revive him.Â
When you were satisfied with your arrangement you allowed yourself to empty your eyes of the last of their tears before patting your cheeks dry with the edge of your pinafore. With clear eyes, you were now able to see a few things that you had missed before.Â
Hanging from the boughs of the tree were several things. There were colored glass stars and moons that were strung up on several branches all of which varied in color and reflected the sun through them, casting brilliant shards of light over the earth. And, amongst those, were small wolves carved masterfully from wood. You slowly stood, your brows furrowed in confusion as you tapped one of the stars with a shaky finger. It swung back and an ethereal ringing sounded from within it.Â
What were these doing here? At your husbandâs grave?Â
You looked back at the wooden wolves before you began to piece it together. Yoongi, he had a wife. Was this for her? Was this their version of funeral rites? But if that were true then she would have died recently, but why would she be buried here, where your husband had been killed and laid to rest?Â
Your heart thumped, your palms began to sweat.Â
No. No, you refused to believe it.Â
Their words began to rush back to the forefront of your mind, âpieces,â and âconsumed.â Your husband had been ripped apart and eaten, there was barely anything of him left behind.Â
It was her, it had to have been her, she had been the one to kill him. But if that were true, then who had killed her?Â
âI am responsible for you,â Yoongiâs words echoed through your mind.Â
They had a code of honor, they believed in an eye for an eye. Or, a spouse for a spouse.Â
You turned your back on the burial sight and balled your fists up before pressing them against your eyes. Out of sight out of mind. Out of sight out of mind. Out of sight out of mind.
Yoongi wouldnât, Yoongi couldnât. He wouldnât do that to you, he wouldnât take someoneâs spouse from them, he wouldnât make you feel the same pain that he did.
A rumble pulled you from your panicked thoughts, your breaths still fast and shallow. But what you thought had been the earth shaking, was something far more menacing. Across the clearing stood a wolf, a wolf that was not Yoongi. It was too small to be him and the fur was the wrong color. But the size alone told you that it was clearly a shifter and by the way it was looking at you, you were certain that you were in danger.Â
You stood still, hoping that if you didnât make any sudden movements he wouldnât be provoked but you were sorely mistaken. You could see its muscles tensing up as it crouched low and shifted its weight back towards its hind legs like it was preparing to lunge. No matter what you did, it had already made its decision to kill you right where you stood.Â
You hadnât realized you were screaming until you felt the raw pain in your throat, your body acting on its own will to survive as you reeled backwards and hastily began to climb up the tree. If you were lucky, it couldnât climb, but there was still a human inside of that creature - it was smart, you had seen Yoongi hunt you down before, after all.Â
You shrieked in fright as you heard the mangy wolf approach, its large paws ripping through the ground as it raced towards you while all you could do was try and climb higher. Unfortunately, you werenât fast enough. The wolf leaped and its massive teeth tore into your skirt and ripped you from the tree. For a moment, you were completely weightless - you were airborne. And in that brief moment of freedom, you were quickly grounded by reality when you came crashing down to the ground, your forehead just clipping the top of your husbandâs headstone as you went rolling down into the grass.Â
You knew what would come next. This time, the embrace of death would wrap around you. There was no getting around this. But what confused your shock ridden body even more was the pure dread you felt from the realization that you were going to die. You had once welcomed death, begged for her, prayed for her even, but now when you felt her looming over you you realized that you werenât ready.Â
You missed your husband, but you werenât ready to join him.Â
And, just as you felt the hot breath of the shifter mist over the back of your neck, it was just as quickly ripped away.Â
There was a symphony of snarls that followed, the sound of flesh being torn, booming growls, then a pitiful whimper, and a loud snap. And then, all fell quiet.Â
You were still dazed as you felt warm arms slip beneath your own, pulling you up into someoneâs lap and pressing your body back against an even warmer, bare chest. Long fingers prodded at the warm blood that slid down your temple and a deep, frantic voice echoed in your ears - the words were unintelligible.Â
âI told you not to wander off,â Yoongi said, his lips just beside the shell of your ear, the first words he had said that you could finally understand.Â
âI told you,â He repeated, his voice wavering and full of emotion as he trailed off.Â
You looked at him wearily, your head feeling much heavier than it had earlier. His eyes were wide, his pupils blown. The look on his face could only be described as haunting. He was cradling your face with both hands. His thumb stroked your cheek, but his eyes were trained on the weeping willow. He looked just as shaken as you had been before.Â
That sinking feeling was back in your gut. The suspicions you had were coming back to your rattled brain. But still, you turned and wrapped your arms around his neck, collapsing your body against his completely as you felt yourself slipping away.Â
He was calling your name, his voice panicked as he held you against him even tighter. You rested your chin on the pale stretch of skin of his shoulder and started back into the treeline. You were finding comfort in the man that you were almost certain was involved in your husbandâs death. You were embracing the suspected killer of your husband.Â
And in your delirium you caught sight of something out there, something you werenât sure was even real. It looked like one of the clerics from town, his white robes reflecting the sun as he hastily retreated back into the cover of the trees.Â
A bloodied, naked corpse laid where the mangy wolf once stood.Â
You found comfort in a killer as a man of god ran away from the sight of the worst sin, murder.Â
~~~~~~~
Yoongiâs watchful gaze never left you, even when you thought that you were away from prying eyes. When he said he wanted to protect you, that you were his responsibility, he meant it.Â
It wasnât safe for you to be alone this close to the woods and this far from town. Even though you chose to ignore this, he knew that he was right. He was oftentimes put on edge when he would think about the possibility of someone wandering through the woods and stumbling upon your cottage. And, even worse, he could imagine what someone would do when they found a beautiful woman, alone, in the middle of nowhere with help miles away. His paranoid suspicions had proven to be true with what happened days before.Â
âWho was he?â You had asked when you had woken up.Â
When you had slipped into unconsciousness he shifted once more, swinging you onto his back and racing back to your cottage. It would have been comical to try and watch his massive wolf form squeeze into your home while dragging your body inside, but in that moment Yoongi had trouble finding anything remotely amusing. He had been too frantic to switch back into his human skin and it took him several moments of concentration before he was able to do it.Â
âHe was no one,â He plainly said, his brows drawing together as he dabbed at the wound that split open your forehead.Â
âYou didnât know him?â
âNo,â He sighed, âHe was just a nomad, a packless wolf. He must have caught your scent and tracked you down.â
âWas he going to eat me?â
You were met with a sickening silence as Yoongi pursed his lips and bandaged your cut. His silence was a clear answer.Â
âBut, Iâm not an animal. Thereâs plenty of deer and rabbitsâŠâ You trailed off.Â
Yoongi set down the roll of gauze and leaned towards you, cradling your face once more in his hands. âHumans and animals are not all that different, you eat, you sleep, you mate, and you both give chase. Many of my kind see yours and animals as one in the same. What only matters is the hunt.âÂ
Human, shifter, or hunter it didnât matter, he had grown to trust no one outside of his pack. There were nefarious creatures at every corner, whether he was one of them was still to be decided. His behavior certainly appeared to be nefarious, to an outsider.Â
He could hear the thrum of your heart in your chest and the quickening of your pulse as you digested his words.Â
âDonât be afraid of me, I would never hurt you. I just want to take care of you.â He murmured as he leaned in closer to you and pressed his lips to your forehead is a soft kiss that pulled a sharp breath into your chest.Â
Since that day, Yoongiâs behavior has drastically changed.Â
During the day he worked, far slower than what was normal or necessary, and he watched you fulfill your mundane tasks for the day. While they should have bored him, they did quite the opposite. Everything you did seemed so curious, enthralling even. He couldnât explain this odd tether he had to you. The only thing that he did know, was that he had to be near you. Whatever this was, it had become far more than just a sense of duty he felt towards you.Â
During the night, when the moon emerged, he would shift and watch from the shadows. He would watch you pull your curtain closed and float from room to room. He would sit as still as he possibly could and listen to your heart beat slow and your breathing even out as you fell asleep. He would sit in front of the gaping hole where your door once sat and he would keep watch, pride stirring in his chest as he protected you.Â
It was during the night when his daughter would come to visit. Some nights he could hear four paws ripping through the earth as she excitedly ran up to him, other nights he would be greeted by the sound of two little human feet running through the grass. And sometimes, she would morph between the two forms, flickering between the two states like the unsteady wave of a flame.Â
But, there was one constant with her.Â
âMama,â She would whisper, crawling on all fours up the steps.Â
And every time he would nip her by her clothes and settle her back down in between his massive paws.Â
It was a silent ânot yet.âÂ
You were his responsibility, but his daughter wasnât yours. Not yet at least.Â
The three of you had unknowingly settled into a routine. And on the day that the door was finished, that pattern was finally disrupted.Â
You had grown accustomed to Yoongiâs presence. If you were being truly honest, you would admit that you had grown to like him. You would never admit it to anyone but his presence had filled that hole in your heart that your husband had left behind. You knew that his saving you had caused this pivot in your emotions and in all honesty you were incredibly confused by them.Â
Yoongi was kind and incredibly gentle in spite of how your initial meeting had gone. His voice was soft when he spoke to you, his smile reassuring, and the gentle touches calming. It was hard not to like him, and it was even harder to remember that he wasnât human.Â
But the reminders were there. The odd glow in the depths of his eyes, the wolfish smile, the predatory gaze you had caught sight of whenever he thought you werenât looking and the looming suspicions you had about his implications in your husbandâs untimely death. He was still a wolf, there was no denying that. But you approached it all with the same logic you tended to fall back on: out of sight, out of mind. It was simply easier to not think about it. That, as well as your traitorous feelings for him.Â
The clouds came out of nowhere the day the door was finished.Â
âNo, no, no, no, no!â You cried as you frantically ran outside and towards your clothesline where you had hung all of your linens.Â
Yoongi watched you dart in between the fluttering clothes and sheets as the rain slowly began to descend and the wind threatened to whip everything away.Â
âYoongi!â You called.Â
The shiver that sent down his spine was strong. That was all it took for you to rattle him, just the mere sound of his name on your lips was world shattering. You didnât know just how easily you could ruin him.Â
âYoongi, help me!â You called again, your voice stern this time. He thought it was cute when you tried to be in charge.Â
There had been a definite shift in your relationship after he had killed that wolf for you. You had started inviting him inside for dinner, watching him work, and even spending the evenings with him outside, leaning up against the warm side of his wolf form. And in turn he would accompany you wherever you needed to go, keeping a close eye on you, and a firm hand on the small of your back.Â
You had grown impossibly closer than you had ever thought you would be capable of. Hell, you hadnât even questioned why he was wearing your husbandâs clothes when you woke up - you werenât even upset. You were beginning to feel alive again.Â
The two of your hurriedly gathered the linens. Yoongi had turned it into a game, ripping items off of the line right before you could touch it like it was a race. In all honesty, he made you feel like a kid again. The both of you were laughing, stumbling over the laundry and bumping into each other as you raced inside.Â
âYou were supposed to help me, not compete with me!â You scolded him, dropping the sopping wet pile of laundry into your basket.Â
âI can do both, dearest.â
Dearest. That had been a recent occurrence. It slipped from his lips one day, it had caused your heart to stutter and your blood to rush and ever since then he had not gone a single day without letting the term of endearment grace your ears. He loved seeing how flustered it would make you, the way he practically purred around the word.Â
âOr, you could just be kind to me for once.â
âIâm always kind to you, have you not enjoyed the gifts Iâve brought you?â He asked, a faux pout on his pretty lips as he slowly stalked towards you. You could almost see the wolf in him when he did that, you could visualize the swing of his tail and the way his massive head would tip down as his glowing eyes locked in on you. It was there, in the swing of his walk and the taunt muscle of his shoulders. It was an ever present reminder that he was not like you.Â
You backed up, almost coyly, as he approached. His broader steps quickly gain on your short, shuffled ones. The cold, spring breeze rushed over the exposed skin of your neck, the open doorway was now behind you. But, before you could rush outside and back into the rain and allow him to give chase, he reached behind you and jerked his arm back. In that instant you felt solid wood press against your back, the new door settling perfectly into the once empty frame and blocking off your exit.Â
You let out a shaky breath as he leaned into you, his chest against yours as he raised his arm above your head. With one swift movement there was a click and then his arm settled by your waist and another click followed. He had locked the door behind you. You were trapped in your own home with the wolf.Â
The silence that followed was deafening.Â
Short breaths were passed between the two of you, both of you waiting for the other to make a move. Your lashes fluttered as your gaze traced the contours of his face. You often wondered if he knew just how lovely he was, scar and all.Â
You swallowed harshly as you raised your hand to his face, your fingers trembling with desire before softly grazing the bottom of the scar. Yoongiâs eyes slipped shut as he moved forward allowing his face to lean into your touch, his body pressing impossibly closer to yours.Â
âYoongi,â You whispered.Â
And with that one simple call of his name, he lunged and went in for the kill. His pretty lips collided with your own as his hand moved to cradle your jaw and tilt your head back with the force of his kiss. With your back against the door there was nowhere for you to go, but there was nowhere else that you wanted to be.Â
You gasped as you felt his free hand slowly trail up your leg and over your hip before settling on your lower back and sharply pulling your hips against his. A pitiful whimper was passed from your lips to his from the sudden desire that was pooling in your lower abdomen.Â
A moment of clarity came to you, your mind pushing past the haze of desire when you felt your feet leave the ground. Yoongi buried his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder, his lips and teeth making quick work of the skin there, as he walked. It was when you felt the soft cover of your bed beneath you that you realized what was happening.Â
âYoongi, wait -â You tried, but his movements did not falter. His fingers were making quick work of the laces at the back of your dress and he showed no sign of stopping any time soon.Â
He looked desperate, like he was going to die if he could not have you and the only way to relieve himself of his pain was to unveil every inch of skin that you were concealing from him and each stretch that was exposed was just as quickly covered by kisses and nipped by sharp teeth.Â
You couldnât deny the attraction you had for him or the lust you were practically dripping with from his touch. But it felt like you were laying on a bed of needles when you were reminded of your late husbandâs death as you were willingly laid down in your marriage bed with a man who was not your husband.Â
âPlease,â You gasped, gripping his shoulders, ânot here.âÂ
That seemed to catch his attention as he finally stilled himself. From your position it looked like he was trying to gain some control over himself. His breathing was still heavy, but he had stopped touching you. He looked up at you slowly, his chin just barely brushing over your bare sternum. When he finally looked at you, you stopped breathing. His eyes were lit with moonlight, a silver glow emanating from their depths.Â
He was more wolf than human in that moment, a creature that was acting purely on instinct.Â
You cupped his cheek once more and while he flinched at first, he slowly relaxed beneath your touch. He was still eerily silent, and in that moment his behavior reminded you almost entirely of the first time you had met him when he was in his other skin, fully shifted into his wolf counterpart. It was those watchful eyes again, those eyes that held so much depth and awareness that it was startling.Â
âI canât, not here.â You repeated.Â
He blinked slowly, once, twice, and then a third time as he cocked his head to the side. You felt a twinge of fear at that gaze and, shamefully, the rush of lust in your veins. Your body went lax as you allowed him to gather you in his arms once more. He was calmer now, his pace slower as he unlocked the front door and carried you into the night. You could see flickers of your Yoongi in him, his touch much softer as he laid you down in a bed of grass that has been permanently laid flat by the giant wolf that guarded your home.Â
That night the sky was completely open, not a single cloud obscured the stars or the body of the full moon. It was utterly beautiful. Just as beautiful as the feeling of fresh dew on your back and just as beautiful as the sight of your breath crystalizing in the cold, spring air. But nothing was quite as beautiful as Yoongi. The way that his bitten lips parted with soft gasps and deep moans, the way that his porcelain skin shone beneath the moonlight, and the way that he struggled to part from your lips. It was the way that he would rather kiss you than breathe. Everything about him was beautiful.Â
You had many regrets in your life, but this would never be one of them. Not when he held you like this, like you were the only person in the world that mattered. Everything about this was supposed to be wrong, unholy even, but that was what made it that more enjoyable. That was what made you tense your legs around his waist, curve your hips against his, and wrap your arms around the back of his neck - drawing him towards your pulse point where he had been nosing at, sucking, and kissing almost obsessively.Â
When your body shook with pleasure, a rush of warmth and tingles spread beneath your skin, your back arched and your neck was bared. And before you could even realize what was to come, his teeth had already sunk into your neck and shoulder without hesitation accompanied by an almost animalistic growl. The pain was there, it forced a scream past your lips, but it mingled deliciously with the rush of pleasure that emanated from your very core. You gasped and shook, your vision blurring as you were assaulted by your senses, your nails digging into his shoulders.Â
There it was again.Â
There was a flash of white in the treeline. It was there for a moment before flickering out of sight as you felt yourself barely clinging to consciousness.Â
You were being watched again, there was something or someone out there that was following you - watching you in your most vulnerable moments.Â
You tried to get Yoongiâs attention but he was in a similar state, the both of you lazily holding onto one another and barely moving as you began to drift. Your lips moved but no words were spoken, your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, unable to form words.
Yoongiâs lips were stained with your blood, his eyes heavy lidded but now returned to their dark color that you knew and loved. You tried again to speak but found yourself unable to as he pressed his forehead against your own, his fingers brushing back your messy hair.Â
The heavy lure of sleep was steadily pulling you under. You supposed it could wait until tomorrow.Â
Out of sight, out of mind.Â
~~~~~~~
When you woke up you were back in your bed and you were alone.Â
The cottage was dark, the windows all closed and the curtains drawn tight. When your eyes fluttered open you had almost believed that it was still night, that you were still outside with Yoongi and you had only momentarily dozed off. But the familiar comfort of your blankets and pillows quickly dismissed those thoughts.Â
Now wide awake with your sheets pooled around your waist, you could only wonder about where your wolf had gone. Had he left you already? Had he taken your words to heart when you told him that he was to leave when his service was finished? Had he abandoned you after you had shared your most intimate moments with him? What had you done?
You felt a sense of shame wash over you as you stumbled from your bed, dull aches throbbing at various points of your body that only reminded you of what had transpired the night before. Once you collected yourself you made your way to the door your wolf had crafted for you and when you grasped the handle and pulled, you were met with a locked door.Â
Your face scrunched in confusion as you turned the lock the opposite way and moved the bar at the top of the door but when you tried it again it still would not budge.Â
You had been locked in your own home like a canary in a cage.Â
Your heart dropped into your stomach and your throat felt impossibly tight as tears began to brim in your eyes. You had trusted him and in turn he had trapped you. How foolish you were to think that you could trust another man and here you were, a betrayer of your husbandâs memory.
You sat on the floor curled up by the foot of your bed with a weak grasp on your blanket around your shoulders. There was an unexpected heartbreak that demanded to be felt in your chest, how could you mourn someone who you never really truly knew? Yoongi wouldnât even tell you about his family, where he came from, or his people. Your relationship, whatever it was, had been an uneven exchange and you had clung to him so quickly because you had been so lonely. It was unfair.Â
You quickly swept away the tears from beneath your eyes when you heard a lock turn and light began to permeate the darkness as the door swung open. He came back.Â
The gentle smile he had entered with melted away, a look of concern taking over his face. He crossed the room and you rushed to stand, your arms crossing over your chest to protect and soothe yourself. You flinched away from his touch as he attempted to cup your jaw, the look of hurt and confusion on his face only inspired anger.Â
âWhy are you crying? Whatâs wrong?â He asked, trying to bridge the distance between the two of you as he moved closer while you took to stepping around the bed. You needed to keep him away, you couldnât be swayed by those gentle touches and kind looks.Â
âYou locked me up, Yoongi. Why would you do that?â You sniffled as you attempted to keep your voice strong and firm.Â
âI didnât lock you up-â
âThen why was the door locked? Why couldnât I get out?â You asked, before leaning forward and grasping a cord that was strung around his neck and nestled beneath the fabric of his shirt. âWhy do you have this?â
When you pulled the necklace out his hand shot out to grip your wrist in warning, but the damage had already been done. There was a key on his necklace, the key to your cage.Â
âIâm protecting you.â He whispered, his tone deadly and his gaze dark with warning. âYou saw what happened, itâs dangerous out there - I canât trust anyone with you.â
âNo, you canât trust me,â You corrected him before jerking your hand out of his hold, âThis is my home, Yoongi, my home! You have no right!â
âI have every right, you are mine!âÂ
âI am not!âÂ
His eyes were burning again, he was having trouble keeping his anger in check and you werenât helping in the slightest. His chest was heaving with every breath and his jaw was tense. You watched him take one long breath in and then out before his arm shot out as he grabbed you by the wound on your neck forcing a pained gasp from your throat.Â
âI told you, I am responsible for you, I need to protect you. This means that youâre mine and that Iâm yours, this is a bond that goes deeper than marriage, do you understand that?âÂ
Your lips trembled as emotion welled in your chest, that told you everything that you needed to know.Â
âYou killed him, didnât you?â
The silence you were met with and the empty look in his eyes was more than enough to confirm. Yoongi had been your husbandâs killer. You stumbled back and heaved, waving away his hands that tried to steady you as you felt sickness stir in your stomach.Â
âHow could you? Why? Why did you do it?!â You cried, your fingers shaking as they grazed your lips in pure shock.Â
His hands were raised as he tried to step closer to you, it wasnât a defensive position, it looked more like he was trying to calm a startled animal.Â
âHe killed my wife,â He said, his voice much gentler than you expected in your state.Â
âHe wouldnât!â
âNo, but he would kill an animal, wouldnât he?âÂ
He stopped approaching you and you had stopped moving away, your body having locked up in a state of pure shock.Your silence was enough for him to continue.Â
âBy the time I got there he was already taking her pelt, she wasnât even able to shift back.â
He had skinned her. He didnât know there was a person inside of the wolf that he had killed, and he had skinned her.Â
âI took what was owed to me, he killed her so I killed him and I donât regret it. The only thing I regret is what that did to you and your child, and Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry. But I tried my best to give back to you what was taken. I can protect you, I can take care of you, I can give you children, and I can love you.â
His pupils were blown out, there was a look of pure desperation in his eyes. It was a look that made your heart shudder in your chest.Â
There was a horrible ache in behind your ribs, it felt like it was on the verge of collapsing. It was undeniable that you cared for him, but the sickness that churned in your stomach was rivaling those feelings. You had never felt so betrayed before by anyone. You thought that he would have been different.Â
You couldnât even bear the thought of looking at him in the moment, it hurt too much and you knew how powerful those eyes of his were. You refused to be swayed at that moment.Â
You knew that no amount of words you could say would force him to leave, so you did the next best thing and sprinted for the door. You barely made it a few steps before he lunged and grabbed you by your waist, picking you up with ease as you writhed in his hold. You turned into a feral animal, throwing yourself around wildly and scratching at any available skin you could find as you cried in shrill screams.Â
âStop fighting me!â He grunted, throwing you down on the mattress and pinning your wrists down at your sides as he pressed his knees into your kicking legs. âCalm down.âÂ
A scream of frustration burned your throat as your muscles strained under his firm grip. There was no use in fighting him, he was far stronger than you could ever hope to be. And so your body eventually tired itself out, your limbs going limp as you shook from a mixture of fatigue, fright, and dimming embers of anger. The skin beneath your eyes felt tight from all the crying you had done and the skin around your nails throbbed from the scratches you had carved into Yoongiâs forearms. But of course, those flesh wounds had already healed.Â
You flinched as he released one of your wrists and stroked your face, indirectly drying your cheeks of their lingering tears.Â
âYouâre scared, now. Confused. But thatâs alright, youâll learn that I am the only one who can take care of you.â
You stayed silent and stubbornly turned your head to the side when he leant in to kiss you, but your actions did not deter him, he only laid a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth with a contented hum.Â
âIâll prove it to you, I can give you everything that you want.â He whispered beside your ear before he finally stood and the blood rushed back to your arms and legs.Â
You scuttled backwards up the bed as he gave you one last lingering gaze and then he slipped out of the cottage and locked the door shut behind him.Â
He had trapped you once again.Â
~~~~~~~
You had laid there for a long time, frozen after what had transpired. Everything you thought that you knew has been completely and utterly wrong. It had all been a lie.
You slowly sat up and slid your palms into your lap. Your nails were stained with dark blood, you had hurt Yoongi afterall, not that it had mattered. To him, it had probably been no more irritating than a kittenâs scratch. You were once again reminded of his incredible inhuman nature. Â
You needed to leave, now was your chance to escape him. It was an odd feeling that stirred in the back of your mind. The night before, there was nowhere else that you would rather be, and now you wanted to get as far away as possible. You wanted to run.Â
With that thought in your mind you lept to your feet and made for the window. You knew that Yoongi would be able to find you, tracking you would be more of a game than a challenge. But if you left now, you would give yourself a head start. You would make for town and when you entered its boundaries it would be too risky for him to come after you. He wouldnât be able to get you in either skin, the hulking form of that wolf far too obvious and the flesh of his human skin far too vulnerable when outnumbered.Â
You pried open the shutters and undid the latch. You hiked up the skirt of your night dress, baring your skin to the cool breeze, and swung your legs out of the window and allowed your body to drop down. You needed to go, there was no more time for hesitation.Â
Your dress was held tight in each fist as you began to run, the light fabric brushing over your legs as you moved. In that moment you had wished for a pair of shears to shorten it.Â
A pitched howl echoed through the trees and your heart thrummed even harder in your chest. Your limbs froze on instinct and your ears rang with the sound of your blood rushing. It was too high of a tone to be him, you had heard the sounds he had made when he tore that other shifter to shreds. It wasnât him but it was someone else.Â
A small, dark, furry form shot out from the cover of the trees and darted through the clearing. Its pace was sure yet frantic, like it still didn't have control of its four limbs nor its speed. As it came closer you began to take cautious steps backward. You knew who that was, it was the pup.Â
You watched in horror as the creatureâs gait became wild and the pup began to trip over itself before the fur exploded from its skin and in its place was a little girl sprinting through the grass.Â
There was no denying the impossibility of what you had seen, after all you had seen it with your own eyes. There was no forgetting this.Â
âMama!â She cried as she collided with your legs and displayed an impressive strength that was disproportionate to the size of her body, sending the both of you to the ground. The world turned sideways for a moment, and there it was once more. That flash of white that you had been seeing for weeks now. But it was closer this time, close enough that you recognized what it was. From the shape of the clothes on the fleeing form, you knew it was one of the clerics from the town. Has he been watching you all this time?Â
âI missed you, mama,â She said, pulling your attention to her as she stared down at you with a pair of dark brown eyes that sent chills through your veins. She looked so much like her father.Â
âBinna,â His voice shot through the air, âRemember what I said? Be gentle, you donât want to hurt your mother.â
âSorry!â She giggled as she pressed her cheek against your collarbone, her eyes fluttering shut and her long lashes casting shadows over the skin beneath her eyes. She wrapped her arms around your neck and hummed, the warmth from her body seeping into your skin.Â
âSorry, mama.â She repeated.Â
You gently laid your hand over her back, your breaths still uneven as you pulled the two of you into a sitting position. âSweetheart, Iâm not your-â
âBinna, do you want to go see your room?â Yoongi asked, dropping down into a squat behind his daughter, his eyes on you as he spoke.Â
Binna let out an excited hum of agreement, scrambling up onto two legs that still wobbled unsurely beneath her weight. You noticed that she was never completely stable in either skin she wore, it was like she was still trying to figure out how four legs and two legs worked.Â
âCome on, dearest,â He said, holding his hand out to you. You sat there for a moment, stubbornly, but his gaze was unwavering and his body was as still as a statue. You knew there was no fighting him and he had played dirty by bringing his daughter into the equation. He knew that you wouldnât want to start anything in front of her, the last thing that you wanted to do was frighten her.Â
You let out an angry huff and rushed to stand without his help, storming past him and walking a few paces behind his small daughter who would toddle every now and then before bending over and trying to walk on all fours instead.Â
As frustrated, frightened, and irritated as you were, you couldnât deny the tug at your heart when you watched Binna crawl up the front steps of your home and scamper inside. You could hear the sound of her bare feet tapping against the wood floors and you couldnât stop the resulting burn in your eyes. You had always wanted to hear that sound, you had always wanted a daughter of your own.Â
But Binna wasnât yours.Â
But it was hard to long for that when you watched her disappear into the once empty nursery. You didnât like what Yoongi was doing, he was messing with your head. He knew how badly you had wanted your child, how you had tirelessly grieved your husband, and now he was trying to patch everything together and force your lives to fit with one another.Â
You knew that he could understand your loss, he had lost a wife after all. He would do anything to avoid that happening again, and if that meant locking you up while he was gone, then he would do that. But that wasnât what you wanted. You had locked yourself up for months on end, turning your home into a mausoleum as you grieved the loss of the life you had once had. You refused to do that again.Â
The door shut and the lock clicked.Â
You heard him approach and then you felt his warmth as your back and his breath disturb the hair on your head. It wasnât all that different from the first time that you had met.Â
His fingers grazed your own and your hand twitched in response but you didnât move. He intertwined your hands and pressed his forehead against the back of your head, breathing in your scent.Â
âYou have to let me go, Yoongi.â You whispered.Â
He froze and a low, warning growl thrummed in his chest causing the hair on the back of your neck to raise. It didnât matter what skin he was in, your body recognized him as the predator that he was.Â
âNo.â He simply said.Â
âYouâre not being fair -â
âIâve been nothing but fair. I broke your door so I fixed it, I killed your husband and I gave you myself, you lost your child and I gave you Binna. I have been more than fair, so much so that I even gave you my love when you did not want it.âÂ
You ignored that last part, the love you felt for him causing a stabbing pain of betrayal in your heart. It wasnât fair that you still felt the way you did about him after everything that he had done. After he had tricked you.Â
âI am not Binnaâs mother.â
He quickly hushed you, spinning you around by your shoulders and staring into your eyes, âShe can hear you, she has very sensitive ears and a gentle heart, you donât want to hurt her do you?â
You bit your lip in frustration, âItâs not fair to her mother.â
âYou are her mother.âÂ
And that conversation was over, he wouldnât hear any of your protests and you feared hurting Binna too much to continue to broach the subject. You were caught in between a rock and a hard place. And the worst thing was that it was hard not to love Binna.Â
She was curious, mischievous, and sweet. She had been the same way when you discovered her as a pup, but you adored her even more this way. All she wanted was your attention, she was a little girl that was desperate to be loved by a mother.Â
âWhy did you leave?â She stumbled over the words, her little fingers twisted in the fabric of your skirt as you had started dinner, the light of the sunset cast over her eyes and bursts of silver shined in their reflection.Â
You didnât know how to respond.Â
âMamaâs back now, you donât have to worry about that baby.â Yoongi answered for you with a gentle smile as he pulled her onto his lap.Â
âForever?â She asked, staring at him with wide eyes full of wonder that only a child could possess.
âForever,â He repeated, his eyes tracing over the profile of your face.Â
The questions didnât stop there. It was a full moon that night and Binna demanded to be outside. Yoongi had briefly told you before about their connection with the moon. It was almost religious, but even that wasnât a good comparison. It was a part of them.Â
âShift.â Binna had commanded, tugging at your skirt again as she had quickly grown accustomed to.Â
âI canât Binna,â You explained, lowering yourself into the grass so that you were more level with her height. âIâm not like you, or your daddy.âÂ
Yoongi had stayed close to you all day, keeping a watchful eye on you to make sure that you wouldnât try to leave them.Â
âButâŠâ She said, her words trailing off as her face furrowed in confusion, âIt was white.â
You were confused but a quick look at Yoongi cleared that up. His gaze was glassy like he was remembering something, something that he didnât want to think about. Binna must have meant her mother, she must have seen her before she left. Her pelt must have been white.Â
Yoongi cleared his throat after a moment, âI think itâs time for bed.âÂ
Binna, even though she was a shifter, was still a child. She whined in protest and went limp as Yoongi scooped her up in his arms and held onto your hand, guiding the two of you back into the house.Â
The door shut, the lock clicked.Â
The both of you cleaned Binna up together, her feet and hands dirty from struggling to crawl in her human form and her hair a mess of twigs and leaves. She had laughed as she watched the pile of leaves grow beside the basin and attempted to jump into it like it were a much bigger leaf pile than it really was.Â
And when she was clean, fed, and tired, she crawled into the center of the bed and reached her arms out for you. Your heart ached again. As soon as you laid down she was curled into your side, her little arms curled into her chest as she pressed her nose against the bite mark on your shoulder, taking in deep breaths.
The lamps in the room were snuffed out one by one, the room becoming progressively darker until it was completely plunged in darkness and only the gleam of silver eyes at the foot of the bed were visible. The bed dipped beneath Yoongiâs weight as he climbed in, laying on the other side of the bed behind his daughter. When he laid down he rolled over, wrapping his arm around the two of you and pulling you in closer to him.Â
Binna hummed a happy noise, burrowing deeper into your shoulder and burying herself beneath your blankets.Â
âWhat is she doing?â You asked, the first time you had spoken a direct question to Yoongi since that morning.Â
âYou smell like me, itâs how we identify each other. She feels safe with you.â He explained.Â
âSo thatâs why you did it.â You said, a bitter edge to your words as you smoothed your hand over Binnaâs freshly washed hair. âShe doesnât know any better.â
âThatâs not true. She chose you, and so did I. She knew you were safe, thatâs why she let you take her that day. And this,â His fingers ghosted over the mark sending chills down your spine, âwas purely for my own selfish benefit. I wanted everyone to know that youâre mine.âÂ
âYou didnât even give me the choice.â
âI love you, and I know that you love me.âÂ
You remained quiet, not willing to agree or disagree with him. It was hard to make sense of madness, whether that be Yoongiâs or your own.Â
âYouâll see it eventually, this is what you wanted.â
~~~~~~~
When you woke the next morning, you immediately knew that something was wrong.Â
Firstly, Yoongi was gone. The spot on the bed that used to be your husbandâs was cold, he had been gone for a while. Secondly, Binna was curled into the corner of the room, hiding beneath a blanket as she shook. And when you looked closer, you could see the tip of a snout and a still tail peeking out from beneath the blanket. She was frightened. Thirdly, there was smoke in the air, something was burning.Â
You stumbled out of bed when there was a pounding on the door.Â
âOpen the door!â A man yelled, the door knob shaking as he tried to open it himself. Your instincts were screaming at you that something was wrong.Â
âOpen up, and pay for your crimes!â He yelled again, this time throwing his weight against the door.Â
That couldnât be right? Crimes?
You crept closer to the front window, the wood shutters were pulled shut but there was a crack that you had peered through, unnoticed, many times before. This time, the sight that you were met with was horrific. There was a large, angry crowd with torches outside - illuminating the pitch black field around your home.Â
You had heard of these events before, but never had you considered that you would become the victim of one, not when you were so isolated from the town. But it was happening now and you needed to act fast.Â
You rushed to the corner where Binna hid and scooped her up into your arms blanket and all. Her snout sniffed at your bite wound before she began to settle down. You ran to the nursery and to the very back of the room where the crib sat. You gripped it with one hand and with a strength you didnât know that you possessed you pulled it aside. Your heart pounded and your breath was coming in harsh pants as you moved to the window.Â
âBinna,â You whispered, forcing yourself to make your voice as soft and soothing as you could. You had one priority right now and that was to get her safe. You had seen what those hunters were capable of before. âI need you to run as fast as you can, and I need you to find your daddy. Donât stop running until you're safe, donât stop no matter what you hear.â
Binna stared back at you, her ears perked up as her glossy silver eyes poured into your very soul. Binna was a little girl, but she was smarter than any human child. You trusted her.Â
A loud thwack sounded from the front door, a sound that you werenât all that unfamiliar with - it was the sound of an ax striking the door. Your motions became faster and more panicked than before, your nails ripping at the bottom of the window that groaned as you forced it open. You grunted and with one more hard push, it popped and raised and there was enough room that Binna could slide through.Â
âDonât stop running, be very brave.â You whispered before pressing a quick kiss to the space between her ears and lowering her as close to the ground as you could. And then, her body left your hand and her dark fur disappeared into the night. You could only hope that she could find help on time.Â
You had a terrible feeling that you werenât going to make it out of this.Â
A loud crack and sharp splintering sounded from the front door and then the thud of boots entered the kitchen. You stayed as quiet as you could but you knew there was no hiding and you needed to buy Binna time.Â
You slid an oil lamp off of the dresser and hid by the door, waiting for it to open. The boots approached quickly, they didnât want to give you time to get away and they were hunting you down. This was nothing like the way Yoongi had hunted you, it was un-practiced, frantic, amateur.Â
When the door to the nursery slammed open you brought the lamp down on the back of the manâs head and sent him crashing to the ground as blood pooled onto the wood. But when you darted out into the hallway, there was already someone else waiting for you.Â
You swung the lamp towards him with a scream but he dodged, grabbing your wrists and bending them in such a way that a sharp scream echoed through the cottage as you lost your grip and the lamp shattered upon impact with the ground.Â
The man from the nursery was up and moving and now he was behind you, pulling rope from his belt.Â
âYou fucking bitch!â He yelled, and before you could move he had punched you clean across your face, sending you sprawling on the ground.Â
You could taste blood in your mouth as he straddled you from behind, wrapping the rope around your hands.Â
âGet off of me!â You screamed, wriggling desperately but to no avail. All it earned you was another strike to your head that made your vision blurry and spotted.Â
When you came to, you were being dragged out of your house. The door that Yoongi had painstakingly crafted was shattered.Â
And, as soon as the three of you were outside, torches were thrown and the house was lit aflame.Â
âNo!â You screamed, guttural sounds that ripped through your throat. âNo, no, no!â
Your husband had built that house. It was the only thing that you had left of him. It was yours, it was where you were supposed to make a family and grow old together. And now that dream, that life, was being burned to the ground.Â
It was absolute chaos.Â
The smell of smoke burned in your nose and made your eyes tear up on reflex. When you had thought of all the ways that you could possibly die, you had never considered this as an option. You wriggled violently in your bonds like a wild animal trapped in a snare. The rope was digging into your wrists leaving behind raw, bloody wounds. There was no escape, but you couldnât help but try. If you didnât free yourself, then this would be it.Â
There had been a time where you craved nothing more than to be reunited with your deceased lover, but when faced with the frightening reality of death you wanted nothing more than to live.Â
Violent, raw screams tore through your throat as you were held down to the ground. There were hands everywhere, gripping your shoulders, your legs, and one in particular that was knotted in your hair.Â
âSilence, witch!â A man yelled, pressing down on your neck and forcing your face into the dirt.Â
âWitch? Witch?!â You shrieked, another manic scream breaking up your words as you writhed against the ground.Â
You could hear the murmurs of the crowd that surrounded you and with a strained eye you could see nearly the entire town gathered around you and the men that held you captive. It was clear what this was, but you didnât want to believe it. You didnât want to believe that your own kind would turn on you like this. But that seemed to be your plight, those you tried to trust always turned out to be a wolf in sheepâs clothing.Â
The hand that was wound in your hair tightened its grasp spurring a pained gasp from you as they began to drag you. You could only desperately writhe in the dirt as you were pulled closer to the crowd. You were certainly a sight, your hair a deranged mess, filled with leaves and twigs with dirt smeared down your cheeks and staining the tips of your fingers. Their rough treatment of you had only served to make you appear as the very thing they feared. The thing they were accusing you of being.Â
You finally came to a stop in front of the town elder, the men behind you forcing you into an upright position on your knees, your arms still painfully stretched behind your back.Â
The elder looked at you in what could only be described as disgust.Â
âBehold, the witch who has brought a curse upon our village,â He spoke, his voice raspy and low, causing silence to descend over the group in order to hear him.Â
âI am no witch-â
âQuiet!â The man behind you yelled before delivering a harsh smack to the side of your head, forcing it to snap to the side as you cried in pain.Â
âThe accused has brought death to all of your doors. She who murdered her unborn child in a covenant with the devil and brought those beasts to our home, and she who slayed her husband to feed those wretched demons and seal their bond to her will continue to slaughter us where we stand. What say you, shall we stand by and allow this to happen?â The elder said, opening his arms to the crowd who voiced their agreement.
This was the man who had known you since you were a child, the very man who had approved your courtship with your husband, the same man that married the both of you. This was the man that would ultimately kill you.Â
Yoongi was right, humans were horrible creatures.
Your body had gone limp, your head rolling forward as if your neck could no longer bear the weight of it. Desperate, wounded cries burst from your lips. You had not killed your baby, you had not killed your husband, but there was nothing you could say to change their minds. They had already made their decision.Â
âThe punishment for these crimes shall be paid by that of which you are familiar,â The elder said, gesturing to a horrifying sight looming behind him, âHellfire.âÂ
You couldnât hear the screams that burned your throat, you could only feel them. There was a loud ringing in your ears and the feeling of your feet and shoulders digging into the ground as you were dragged toward the stake and unlit pyre before you.Â
They were going to burn you alive.Â
Your cries for help were left unanswered, there was not a single look of empathy on anyone in the crowd. He had truly convinced them all that the deaths that had plagued the town were because of you. They believed you were the one that had brought the shifters upon them even though that didnât make sense, they had been there long before you and longer than they realized. But there was no getting through to them. What the elder spoke was considered divine nature.
You sounded like a wounded animal, horrific sobs and screams shaking your body as you were tied to the stake. Nausea swirled in your stomach and your heart pounded, the fear that you felt was indescribable.Â
Vaguely, you understood that you were mumbling something repeatedly under your breath which was not helping your perception with the crowd. It looked like you were trying to cast a curse upon them. And if you could, you would.Â
But what you were saying was far from that. All you could brokenly whisper was, âI did not kill my baby.âÂ
The scent of smoke became even stronger and from in between layers of your hair, you could see a torch flickering. The flames wavered, almost teasingly in nature, like it was deciding whether or not it would engulf you in its fiery embrace. Ultimately, that would not be its decision.Â
âReturn from whence you came, witch,â The man before you spoke, and with the crook of the elderâs finger, he lit the pyre.
Heat licked at your feet and ankles as the fire slowly but surely crept up the logs and branches piled around you. This would be a long, slow, tortuous end to your life and that was what they wanted. They wanted to put all of their rage, pain, and hatred onto you and they would make certain you experienced the full extent of their wrath.Â
Tears rolled down your cheeks as you accepted your fate. You cried as you watched the flames lap at the edges of your skirt - eating away at the hem. In a matter of seconds it would eat the fabric away and begin charing flesh and bone.Â
But it was when you lost all hope, that fate decided to play yet another trick on you.Â
Frantic cries were coming from the crowd and when you raised your head you were shocked by the sight of six massive wolves emerging from the trees. It took no time for you to realize that they were just like Yoongi. Binna had made it back to them, she had gotten them to come and help you and thankfully she was nowhere in sight.Â
The crowd pressed in closer to the elder, whoâs face had gone gray at the sight of the wolves, as the six shifters surrounded them, corralling them all into one place.Â
In the midst of the madness, you hadnât noticed the presence behind you until you felt your ropes loosening.Â
It was Yoongi.Â
The fire was searing both of your clothes yet he remained, slicing through your bonds with deft hands. He had come for you, he had saved you.Â
The moment your bonds slid from your hands he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you from the stake and pyre, the two of you sinking down to the ground in each otherâs embrace.Â
âYoongi,â You choked, your lungs thick with smoke and ash.Â
âShh,â he hushed you, âjust breathe, breathe for me sweetheart, just like that.âÂ
His hand came to rest on your chest while he guided yours to his, taking in exaggerated breaths so that you could follow him.Â
Yoongi was many things: your husband's killer, your captor, your protector, and lastly - your savior. It was impossible for you to describe what you felt for him as it was no longer black and white. If there was anything you did believe, it was that nothing was ever that simple. There are many truths and many lies, it all was dependent on what you wanted to believe.Â
You coughed again, the force of it shaking your entire body as Yoongi pulled you into himself tighter. You were in his lap, chest to chest, with his nose buried in your hair. You could feel him breathing in your scent, a growl radiating through his chest when he realized it had been tainted by smoke and other men.Â
âI thought I lost you too,â he sighed before pressing a desperate kiss to your temple and then your cheek. He treated you like you were the most precious thing in the world.Â
âHelp us!â That raspy voice called out to you again.Â
You slowly turned your head to face the elder who had placed himself in the middle of the crowd, using the bodies of his people to shield him from the wolves that were steadily circling them.
Help them.Â
Help them?Â
Help them?!
You cocked your head to the side, a look of bewilderment and rage taking over your features. Why should you help them? After what they had done to you? After what they had accused you of?Â
Humans were horrible. You didnât need them, after all, you much preferred to be alone.Â
You didnât need other humans.Â
âYoongi?â You whispered, maintaining eye contact with the elder.Â
âYes?â He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.Â
âKill them all.â
You felt his warm finger trace the curve of your jaw before turning your face in his direction. He looked down at you in a mix of adoration and excitement before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours in a hard kiss.Â
âAs you wish,â He murmured before setting you down on the ground and joining his brothers.Â
In a matter of seconds he burst free from his skin, a giant wolf in his place alongside the tattered remains of his clothes. The crowd screamed in fright from the sight of his transformation and then from the massive fangs of seven wolves.Â
You sat there, knees drawn into your chest as you watched Yoongi carve his way through the crowd and toward the elder. And, with great ease, he forced the man to the ground and ripped his head clean from his shoulders. A large spurt of blood soared through the smoggy air, painting the grass a vibrant color.Â
You watched on as several more people were felled by the shifters, their gruesome screams quieted by large jaws and hooked claws.Â
You were numb, you couldnât find it in yourself to care about their lives that were swiftly ended - their souls ripped from their bodies.
You craned your neck back and stared up at the full moon, eyes dull, red, and finally dry as more gurgled screams were silenced.Â
Out of sight, out of mind.Â
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â Alien
Synopsis: You were hired by a new lab under the city, it was a confidential and remote workplace. You expected anything but an humanoid Alien trapped in the lab, one who always snarls when you do as much as getting away.
M. Yoongi x f. reader
Genre: Alien au | yander-ish.
Tags: Clingy Yoongi, Alien Yoongi, secret lab, monster love, captivity, yandere Yoongi, Yoongi is pretty soft but dangerous.
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Your heels made a clicking sound on the floor, the hallway was empty and immerse in deep silence and stillness, you can hear a pin drop. The lights were flickering above you, turning the place into a horror movie scene.
You gulped hard ignoring your train of thoughts, it wasn't the moment to be afraid of a creepy hallway, not when you're about to meet a hidden and otherworldly creature under the grounds of the city. This lab was confidential, you saw the job offer in an odd website.
If you were honest, it was a bit weird and shady the fact that you were hired immediately after applying for the job. But you didn't beat around the bush and instead you have prepared yourself for your first day in your job. After all you needed the money, you were unemployed for a couple of weeks and you have to pay your bills and rent. So it doesnât matter if theyâre literally hiding a monster under here, as long as they pay you, you wonât bat an eye.
You entered the door that says: For employees only.
A professional smile curled on your lips but faltered when you were greeted by a dark and empty lab.
âGood morning.â
You startled with a scream, turning around to see an old man watching you with disinterest.
âOh sorry, good mor-â
âFollow me,â he interrupted you, not looking at you before turning around walking away. You blinked surprised at his rudeness, but following him nonetheless.
He stopped in front of what seemed like a large display glass box that has someone inside. You tilted your head and narrowed your eyes watching a stranger curled up in the corner of the glass box, you were about to ask who was him but you stopped when you realized with horror that the old man leaved you there alone.
You took a deep breath, watching your surrounds before walking closer to the glass box, noticing the curled man hiding his face between his knees. You tap the glass with your knuckles to get his attention, but he didnât even flinch.
You turned your head around looking for the old man, you didnât know why the fuck you were there and what are you supposed to do. When you turned to the strange man again, you screamed at the top of your lungs, taking hurried steps back at the sight before you. There was a creature man-alike, with pitch black orbs fixated on you and two large horns coming out from his head. He has claws for nails, pressing them against the glass. He watched you with his head tilted to the side, almost with curiosity.
Your fear dissipates at the realization that he canât harm you. He was just a creature trapped here with you, maybe against his will. You felt a pang of pity at the thought.
âHi, Iâm y/n⊠do you have a name?â You asked softly, walking closer to him again.
He blinked his pitch-black orbs, frowning at your words. He only shook his head at you, with a hint of sadness in his expression.
âThatâs okay, Iâll call you⊠Yoongi! Do you like it?â
The creature smiled with big fangs, nodding his head like a child. From that moment you had a soft spot for him, Yoongi, the poor and sweet creature trapped under the city.
Yoongi and you became inseparable, he always looked so happy every time you visit him, trying so hard to communicate with you even when he barely speaks your language. The problem was, that he grew clingy to you. Your co-workers said that he acted with violence every time you donât come to see him, so it was becoming an issue, because before you got the job he was well behaved. Thatâs why your boss chose to fire you, for the good of the creature and your safety. A clingy alien can be a danger, according to his words.
Your lips curled down with sadness, you will miss Yoongi so bad, but as your ex-boss said it was for the best. You didnât feel comfortable with the fact that Yoongi developed a codependency towards you.
But you needed to say goodbye to him, even if youâre going against your superiorsâ orders.
âYoongi!â You greet him in a whisper shout, making him turn around quickly with wide eyes and smile.
He glued himself to the glass, trying to be closer to you, making your heart tighten with pity and guilt.
âI came here to say goodbye, pretty boy,â you whispered softly, placing your palm against the glass.
Yoongiâs smile fell at your words, his brows knitted with confusion and anger. He shook his head violently, snarling at you.
You blinked with surprise, taking some steps back at his aggressive reaction.
And then he broke the glass down, making the alarms blaze thunderously and the place turn red.
The shattered pieces of glass hurt your skin, and the screams of people dying by Yoongiâs hands combined with the alarms made your ears ring.
Everything was spinning around you, until there was a deep hush.
You flinched with fear when you were carried in bridal style by Yoongi, you blinked wrapping your arms around his neck, afraid of falling into the shattered glass and hurting again.
You felt Yoongi purring at your action, tightening his grip on your body and carrying you away from the lab.
The last thing you watched before passing out were two dark orbs pierced at you, and two large horns shining at the sky light.
And then you were going Up, up and up.
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Carnal Desire (1/3)
The last person you expected to see was an âold friendâ from nearly a decade ago, but youâre determined to show the man that youâre no longer the little girl he use to know. @bloodline1632 @seokjinkismet @babycandy111
Word Count: 2.070
Warning: smut, stripper reader, mafia/gangster yoongi, haegeum type vibes fr fr, grinding, finger sucking, the reader is down bad, but so is yoongi, kissing, sucking,
âYouâll do amazing, really!â Bunny - your co-worker - says as she pats the highlighter upon your cheekbones. âYouâre already on your way to becoming a favorite.â
You take a deep breath and nod.
âPlease stay focused. We have very important people tonight.â
And there it was, your nerves kicking back in once more.
You only been here for a week - the high end strip club is more than you imagined. You often thought it would be littered with creeps and smelt of cheap booze and cigarettes - but maybe you just chose the right one.Â
Your name is being called now and from behind the curtains, you notice the lights dim, and the red spotlight appears. You clicked your heels, rounding the curtain and made your way towards the middle of the stage. Itâs amazing how you were able to turn your nerves off when needed be - you were highly grateful that you didnât need any liquid courage to do so.
Bunny was correct when she said it would be a busy night - and the important people she spoke of had to be front and center. You sway your hips to the pole, hooking a leg around it and swinging as you do - a routine you practiced for the past two days.
You often donât look into the crowd while performing - you were a natural overthinker and the last thing you needed was to mess up in front of a group of men. However, this was different. You had important people here tonight and your boss informed each dancer tonight to âappearâ available and interested.
You regret taking her advice.
You drop to your knees slow and sultry, crawling towards the edge of the stage. Smoking typically wasn't allowed, but important guests always got their way. Your eyes focus on the man smoking and you froze.
Those eyes - such cold and feline-like eyes. They flash in your mind and you were brought back to your childhood; specifically your teenage years. As the smoke clears, as does your vision on the man - pale, porcelain-like skin, hard eyes and a low smirk on his lips.
Yoongi.
Min Yoongi was before you. He was the important guest tonight - he looked it. Even in the sea of people, you can smell the expensive cologne mixed with the nicotine smell. He appeared clean shaven and had not aged since you last saw him a decade prior.
Yoongi brings the cigarette back into his lips, his fingers curling as he does so. Your eyes glance to his hands, large and veiny and full of shining diamonds.Â
Your eyes begin to grow dry and you blink. You finally inhale to not have your head go any more lightheaded than necessary.Â
You hear a hiss of your name and your body immediately reacts. You begin to crawl once more, your eyes on nobody but Yoongi now. He furrows a brow and appears amused and curious.
Min Yoongi was before you.
Your Min Yoongi.
The same Min Yoongi that your father despised - called him a thug and everything but a decent human being. Fatherâs never approved of their little girls being hooked on an older man - but he was only two years older; if that. The same Min Yoongi who you had once admitted to loving during too many drinks and even when you insisted on showing him you werenât a little girl, he never took advantage of your advances.
Min Yoongi was before you now - and you werenât a teenager anymore. You were a woman that grew into her curves and appearance, and you were determined to show him just that.
Itâs crazy to think that just one look at him made you feel as you did as a teenager - shy, but willing, giddy and wanting to prove yourself to him.
Yoongi leans closer to the stage just as you lean forward. Your manicured hand grasps his large ones and grasps the cigarette. You were never a smoker - he knows this. But he only smirks as you take a puff of it and blow it at him.
Your time was up, but your eyes linger onto Yoongiâs longer as you exit the stage. You feel it all fall on you at once - the nerves and nausea. Yoongi was here. He had seen you like this - what was he thinking? Has he remembered you?Â
âWhat was that?â Bunny heels slam against the floor as she rushes to you. âDo you know who that is?â
Yes. âNo.â
Bunnyâs eyes widened. âYou donât know who Suga is?â
Suga. Yoongi must have made another name for himself. He was once someone your father considered bad news and you can only guess what he was into back then - but Yoongi is a man now. He surrounded himself with men, him directly in the middle. He was an important member of whatever society he ran with; you didnât really care much to ask.
âI was told to entertain the guests.â you shrug your shoulders. âSuga seems to be a very important person.â
Bunny nods with wide eyes. âExtremely. He dabbles in organized crime and is one of our biggest spenders here. You-â
âY/N.â
You freeze, as does Bunny.Â
âIâm dead.â you murmur to Bunny who slowly nods.
Your bossâ eyes are upon you when you turn. Her arms are crossed as she motions you to follow her.Â
âI-I didnât mean-â
âYou arenât in trouble.â your boss murmurs as you saunter towards her. âSeems like your little stunt caught Sugaâs eye. He never pays for a dance.â
Yoongi did remember you.
Your heart races as your boss points to the back rooms, the further room in the back. The only room without a camera.
You look yourself over in the mirror. Your hair appeared to be in place still, as did your makeup. Your lingerie hugs you nicely and your heels were just an added bonus.Â
It grows hotter and quieter as you make your way down the hall to the back room - a V.I.P section. You slide the door open and make your way in. Yoongi is seated upon the round, leather section. The room is surrounded with mirrors and low lights. On the table forward him is a large bottle of champagne - the most expensive there was at the club - and two glasses.
âSit.â Yoongi says as you close the door behind you. He goes to pour both glasses of champagne, handing you one as you round the table.
âThank you.â you murmur. It takes everything in you not to melt - but you are grown now and no longer the shy teenage girl.
You sit on his lap, legs swinging to trap him between your thighs. Your eyes meet his as you drink the champagne.
Yoongiâs pink tongue coats his lips as he leans back into the couch. He doesnât go to move you from your laps, and even if you did, you wouldnât leave without a fight. After all, he paid for your services - private dances werenât cheap and especially not in the V.I.P backroom.
You discard your glass beside you without a care, licking your own lips.
âY/NâŠY/NâŠâ
Your arms are fresh with goosebumps when you hear his voice say your name. He down the champagne, free hand rubbing against your thigh to your waist.Â
âHow much youâve grown since the last time I saw you.â Yoongi finally says as he finishes the champagne, discarding his own glass to the side.
âI can say the same for youâŠâ you begin to roll your hips. â...Suga.â All the girls are informed to not be so close to a client. They paid for a certain amount of time - and in that time you were told to stall, only sitting upon them at the last few minutes of the dance.
Yoongiâs hands are as large as you know them to be, both now cupping your waist.Â
âHow is it that when my name comes from your lips it sounds sweeter than ever before?â
Yoongiâs eyes rack over your figure.
You were no longer the little girl who followed him around against her fatherâs wishes. No, you were now a woman - a full grown woman who grew into her chest and hips. He recalls the amount of times he (against your own knowledge) would have to assure no creep used your naivety to their advantage.
Yoongiâs girl is what they called you - even back then. No matter how much he told anyone that you were nothing but a close friend to him; someone he would protect because he had a heart.
âWhere have you been?â Yoongi allows his curiosity to get the best of him. He was no fool in knowing the pure hatred your father had for him - even if Yoongi never took advantage of your feelings for him. When you were old enough to consider making your own decision, you were shipped far away from Daegu - and that was ten years ago.
You continued your lap dance, your hands placing themselves on his shoulders. Yoongi is but a man and his eyes rack your figure in the tight lingerie, large hands rubbing up your side with a lick of his lips once more.
âMy dad sent me to live with my aunt and continue school there.â you respond. âI came back when he got sick.â
Yoongi furrows a brow. Your father was sick. He hasnât seen the man since he last saw you.
âDropped out of school to take care of him. Now Iâm here.â you roll your hips against the bulge forming in his pants. âWith you.â
Yoongi feels your hands rub from his shoulders to his torso.
âWhat about you, Suga? You seem to have made a name for yourself.â
Yoongi was being far too modest for your liking. You grasp his hands in yours, eyes staring right into his. You allow his hands to roam your body, setting them right onto your breasts.
âI have.â Yoongi murmurs, voice deeper. âI own this city now, baby.â
You swallow at the pet name, leaning closer. You want to capture his lips with your own - they were so rosy and soft.Â
âI bet you do.â you murmur, warm breath against his lips. âDoes someone run it with you?â
Yoongi tilts his head. He gives you a snicker. âYou still got that crush, huh?â he teases. He squeezes your breast lightly before his right hand cups your check.
You grow hot at his words, swallowing thickly. You wouldnât allow him to treat you like the same little girl you once were. You were an adult - you were in control of your own desires.Â
âItâs more than a crush now. Iâm not a little girl.â
Yoongi knows this - he wants to tell you just how much youâve grown since the last time he saw you.Â
âI can show you how much itâs grown.âÂ
Yoongi canât take his eyes from you. Your tongue peeks out and wraps around his thumb. You suck on it, eyes boring into his own. His cock twitches at the sultry act.
âY/NâŠâ
You moved fast. From sucking onto his thumb to your lips upon his. Your thighs clenched him beneath you tightly, never wanting to let go.Â
Yoongi loses himself in your touch, arms wrapping around your bare body, touching skin he never knew he would ever long to touch.Â
Your tongue dances with him, his hands cupping your ass, guiding you to continue to grind against his bulge.
âI want you, Yoongi.â you murmur against his lips.Â
âI know, baby.â Yoongi grunts. âI knowâŠâ
Your teeth clasps down onto his bottom lips, fingernails digging into his shoulders. âThen take me.â
Yoongi shudders, holding onto you even tighter.
âYou can have me. All of me.â
Yoongi shakes his head, breathing quickening. Your words ring in his ears non-stop.
âI want to be your girl.â you continue - you refused to hear anything other than approval. âYou can have all of me right now and forever.â
Yoongi lips are against the skin of your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses. Your words are getting to him, his cock begging to take you.
But you werenât a common whore - not just some pussy to wet his cock. You were someone he cared for deeply.
âYou are my girl.â
Your lips meet his once more and your heart feels satisfied - itâs the same words you wanted to hear for years now.
Part 2 | Part 3
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pairing: yandere! min yoongi x f. reader
genre: fluff? || smut || non-idol au || yandere
summary: after a couple of months of just staring at the same four walls, you realize you do love yoongi as much as he loves you, or maybe youâre just trying to survive.
word count: +2.1k
tags/warnings: yoongi kidnaps reader, unprotected sex, yoongi is delusional asf...(a âbitâ crazy in the head), pregnancy, murder(s), stockholm syndrome, mentions of drugging, unconsensual touching, dom! yoongi, sub!reader, stalking, reader starts going crazy lowkey
notes: this is more like a small drabble for yoongi :) and its kinda written to show that the reader is losing her mind, sorry if itâs confusing!
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min yoongi was a man of a few words. he liked to relax his mind with his own devices; never one to say much with other people, even to himself. he was an introvert from the very start. his past relationships were always left in pieces; left with girls in tears while munching on tubs of ice cream left and right from such a lousy boyfriend who never cared about them. how he couldn't save their relationship from ruins, leaving it to dissolve with no worries at all for the future of what they could be. if he's honest, yoongi doesn't even know (or care to) how he managed to get women to go out with him. what he thought was just a couple of hookups was actually a relationship to some of his 'girlfriends'. maybe, he just couldn't understand women or maybe, just maybe, he was a sleazy ass who preferred to be by himself.
but, yoongi preferred to say that he loved his alone time more and wasn't prepared for a full-time relationship. the peace that he had built within his mind was enough for him. yoongi didn't really need anything else around him except for money, which was his income from working a boring office job from nine to five; monday to friday with decaf coffee in his hands daily and blue light glasses to protect him from the screen of his desktop.
the constant noise of the people around him were just annoying crowds that he couldn't handle. that was until he landed his eyes on you. it's a day he clearly remembers from sunrise to dawn. how could he ever forget seeing such a pretty face?
it was just his luck that his apartment was far from the city. one word could describe his apartment: perfect. the land was extremely quiet since no one else lived around. the only exceptional noise that would interrupt the silence would be the animals: the deers that would constantly communicate with the others, bunnies hopping around, hummingbirds that chirp with soft ends, or the baby opossums that would sneeze to get their parents' attention. yoongi's house had more than enough of love. he lived for it. however, it never hurts to add more to a loving house, especially when he was missing someone by his side. yoongi couldn't believe his luck on how this apartment was so excluded from the world; from the hands of society. it's exactly what he needed when he wanted to play his guitar with no one knocking on his door to disturb him. or when he wanted to listen to his music out loud, or to keep you safe in his home. its like it was meant to hide someone inside it, and the best part is that no one would ever know. no person can search somewhere they don't know exist. in other words, you were meant to be his.
the second you were inside, yoongi had basically erased your existence from earth. your missing poster left on wooden poles, shops, and shown on the news. and yet, not a single trace of you was found; questions about your appearance went unanswered. everyone was clueless on what could've happened to you. your disappearance was a complete mystery to everyone: where had you gone?
are you still alive?
it was uncomfortable to wake up. your head was pounding and the dizziness that took place in your head only further pushed you to have nausea. "finally." a deep, unsettling voice boomed out of somewhere. startled by the sudden noise, you quickly glance up to catch sight of a man's eyes. he stood right next to the door. that was the beginning of a new chapter. you were slipping away from sanity as time passed. most of the time, you were left alone. 'where am i?'Â You just sat on the bed trying to figure out what happened; what was happening. the man who stood in the corner â you learned his name was Yoongi â left after a while. he would talk a little with you before leaving the room, saying something about grocery shopping.
you kept up a calm facade for the sake of survival. You had to or else you didn't know what your captor would do to you. you had full knowledge that he had the possibility of hurting you, or even worse, he could kill you. just like he had the guts to take you from your own freedom and dreams from when you were a little girl.
but there was no stopping time. it crept up until you realized that you've done nothing to help yourself get out. you've sat there day and night, acting like a good girl for him when it wasn't even you who wanted to be there. you've wasted seconds that led into days and you hope that it doesn't go on to years because you've truly lost yourself in this house. so, you prepared and waited until he left to act out. what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
as soon as Yoongi disappeared from your room and heard another door close, you took the opportunity to do what you don't usually do. all your yells for help and screams of desperation were drowned by the trees. You kept losing hope each wasted second. you were watching it slowly fall away from your grasp, and you couldn't do anything. the remorse of watching as the days went by and you were still stuck in a room locked in by your captor. It was just him and you. You and him. but he swore on the stars that when the time comes, it will no longer just be him and you, but mini-hims and mini-yous waddling around the house.
the small interactions you had with him were uncomfortably awkward for you, and you could clearly tell that he knew. and yet, he stuck around, choosing to stay and 'talk' with you. he didn't want you to think you were alone. he would be there for you.
as the weeks passed, the situation worsened for you. at first it was him moving into the room along with his things, then the part where he started sleeping next to you, and eventually to changing in front of you, touching you, and kissing you. Soon enough, it got more intense. That's when you knew you had to get out someway. You knew what step was next when his touching didn't stop at a few pecks. yoongi began to play with your tits, holding your ass tight to his crotch every night. you just couldn't get away from him.
everything was fucking shut tight. you felt the heat of anger crawling in your body. each window was locked, even the cabinets were locked. there were also hidden cameras. it was just your luck when you had found one in the bedroom hidden perfectly. you were very surprised when you saw it peeking out of the lights. it just proved to you that yoongi was a fucking lunatic. he had been watching you and you were fucking clueless about it. but it also meant that there could of been hundreds of these tiny cameras recording you. you needed to get out.
you couldn't take it any longer. You were watched every single second. You were touched when he was home. You just couldn't keep it going like this. it was your breaking point. you screamed, sobbed, and whimpered at the fact that you were here. 'pathetic', you thought. there you were crying miserably on your mattress without trying to escape.
you heard the door open and then close, you dug your head into your pillow as the footsteps came closer. "it's okay." You immediately felt the presence of Yoongi by your side, pulling you up into a hug. he was panting. "I was worried about you." The hug got tighter. "I came here as fast as I could."
yoongi had worried about you. in that moment, you realized that maybe you gave up long ago. That's why you let him do what he did, after all, a whole year did pass without your knowledge. missing posters crumbling on the floor as the world continued to revolve without your existence. You had gotten used to his presence, his kisses, his behavior, and his love towards you. You were so frightened at first and used his attraction for you as a shield.
he kissed your lips gently before sticking his tongue inside of your mouth. your arms unconsciously wrapped around him. And for the first time, you let him touch you with his love and lust. the unbuckling of his belt made goosebumps grow out of excitement. With one thrust, your pussy sucked him in whole. Yoongi lowly groaned while you whimpered at the sudden feeling of his cock inside of you."I love you."
Yoongi waited. Were you going to say it back? his hips pounded into you with a harsh pace. You guttered nonsense as you quickly held onto his shoulders for support. the overstimulation flourishing on your cunt as his cock disappeared inside of you. "I-I love you..."
He kissed your nose gently. Yoongi stayed still until you came, cunt squirting around his cock with need. He moved his cock out slowly before filling you back in, his hot tip reach your cervix. a smile on his lips as he continued to repeat his desperate actions. a yearn in him to hear you moan in his ears louder. to make sure his cockhead reached your soft spot good enough that you would be whimpering under him as his cock perfectly managed to hit your g-spot. yoongi sucked on your skin, groaning against it as your pussy clenched around him. you were so perfect. his fingers dived into your hair as you milked his dick dry. his pace got sloppier, soft grunts escaping his throat as you legs wrapped him closer to you. yoongi pushed himself until he was deep inside of you, cumming with a loud moan leaving his lips. limbs comforting each other as the stars shined brightly until the sun outshined them once again.
the constant fear of you leaving had vanished in yoongi. replaced with a loving emotion that never left him once. While you slept in his arms, he eyed you. his fingers tracing over your arms, "I really do love you." And he meant that. That's why no one was ever around the area his apartment was in. He made sure the cameras he brought were in use to protect his territory from trespassers. buying red, bold signs to keep people out of what's supposed to be kept hidden, and for anyone who didn't listen, there's a reason he bought a shotgun. he killed anyone that passed the border between your world and reality. it's really the main reason for the cameras that were placed everywhere: inside and outside.
And as time passed rather quickly, your stomach grew and your tits swelled with milk. yoongi couldn't contain the pure excitement when he found out. you were pregnant with his child; a family both of you were able to grow out of dreams. yoongi smiled as he talked day and night, chuckling as he pressed his ear and hands to your stomach. he couldn't be happier that everything he dreamt of was finally happening.
All he had to do was wait and the perfect family he had planned for years prior had been achieved. you were clueless to everything he'd done, maybe cause of the constant drugs that he put in your food and drinks. secretly hiding away inside the locked cabinets. yoongi's lips kissed your head with softness while you carried his tiny daughter in your arms after nine months of constant patience and care. "I really do love you, __." the tears that swelled up in your eyes reminding you of your past; memories that once rested coming back to haunt you. you felt the knot inside your throat, the disgusting taste of wanting to throw up because of the gruesome sight in front of you. The doctor's snow-colored coat was splattered with his own blood. he was dead, stabbed to death by your yoongi. the knife in the middle of his chest tensing you up along with the other harsh cuts against his skin. "I had to", was all he repeated, "for our baby." his fingers gently wiping the tears from your cheeks, "say it." You felt like you couldn't breathe during that moment. everything was taking you back to day one. "i-", you paused as your voice trembled, "i love you." the pile of blood grew, drowning out the wooden floor. a faint pink colored yoongi's cheeks, "i love you more."
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warnings: 18+, age gap(reader is 18), coercion, corruption, praise, humiliation, dirty talk, hair pulling, gaslighting and manipulation, alcoholism, some religious themes/talk, virgin/innocent reader, dark thoughts/fantasies, very vague mentions of familial abuse, shamming, obsession, overall yoongi is a âšcreepâš
Note: sometimes I piss myself off because I've been dying over this fic for days and now I don't even like it much anymore- can I have nothing?đidk might start writing more smut now??

You were a fawn in headlights when he first saw you in that clearing. Your back had been to him and at first, he had swore and scoffed at you because who hangs around in the woods disturbing his peace? Everyone in this town knew he lurked behind the tree line, drinking himself stupid and doing whatever fucked up activities they rumored him to. Yoongi never minded being the talk of the town. Heâd been an outcast since his teenage years. Since he stopped going to church with his family like every other prim family populating the place. They took some fun teenage rebellion and ran with it- he liked to think himself not as messed up as people whispered he was. Heâd always thought himself not to be until he met you.
He found you picking berries and flowers, anything that looked pretty out in the forest. You were kneeling trying to choose the perfect dandelion to add to your basket when he stormed over; pissed that someone was in his usual drink until he couldnât move anymore spot. He liked it because it was a short walk from where he liked to stare at the Sunday churchgoers leaving and freak them out. He could recall seeing you before, always glued to your mother's side wherever you went.
But he stayed away and kept to himself like always. He couldnât say he had many, if any, friends around here. Heâd been on his own since graduating and his family moved away shortly after. He hadnât been close to them at the time so being left alone was welcomed at first. As for everyone else; if someone didnât fit in around here they were an outcast without much care and it seemed that no one cared for him.
âWhat are you doing?â He barked, scowling as he approached you. Bottles clinked in the bag he was loosely holding and his cigarette was at the end of its life. You stood up, stumbling back a bit in shock. Yoongi wasnât a kind person, so youâd heard, and his appearance didnât do anything to help. He was scowling, his hair was frazzled from rolling out of bed an hour or so ago. Dressed in darker colors, a sweater and thick coat layered in him. You wanted to laugh over how tired and grumpy he looked, but the nervous swirl in your stomach told you not to.
âIâm just picking flowersâ You straightened up, knuckles white as you gripped the basket and your free hand smoothing down your skirt.Â
âWell this is my spotâ he rolled his eyes. He didnât want to hear your stupid humming or see that ridiculous frilly dress you were in. Something about it pissed him off, he couldnât place it exactly, but whatever it was would put a damper on his getting shitfaced in the woods plan for today. Besides, you had just come from Sunday service, he didnât need any annoying pestering about drinking or sinning, or whatever he was sure you would pester him about.
Your eyes landed in his bag, before flicking up to him a bit wide. âAre you drinking out here?â
âSo what if I am?â
He watches you look around, pressing your lips together for a moment. âCould I try?â His brows raised in surprise. interesting outcome of all of this he supposed? âItâs just, Iâve always wanted to.â
âI know your mom, sheâs crazy, you know? Where is she?â
âStill at service, she helps plan the food driveâ You smiled a bit proud, âItâs next week.â
Yoongi hummed. She was a nutjob, heâd lost track of how many times sheâd harassed him in the past month alone. âSo while sheâs planning to feed the needy you want to drink?â You nodded and he looked around in disbelief. Was this a joke? Was someone going to jump out and condemn him for even entertaining this?Â
âHereâ he fished out a bottle and held it out to you. He watched you smile, a curious twinkle in your eyes as you carefully set your flowers down and took it. He waited for you to try, there wasnât anything better to do anyway.
Your sudden shyness poked him the wrong way. He watched you bring it to your lips for a moment before lowering it with a new nervous expression. Second guessing your rebellion? âCome onâ he urged, moving to grab your arm and pull you over to him. You stumbled, kicking over your flowers and stepping on them as he dragged you over.
âHey-â you cringed, the bottle clinking against your teeth as Yoongi held you firm in place and forced the drink into your mouth. âI donât like itâ You managed to get out between the burn of liquor and sputtering as you tried to breathe. You broke away, yoongi dumping the rest of the bottle onto you; dripping it down your hair and face, and soaking your pink cardigan. âWhy would you do that?â Your voice wobbled, and your eyes were wet as you looked at him.
âYou said you wanted to try, stop being a baby about it.â He rolled his eyes. He watched the heat of embarrassment color your cheeks, big wet streaks stained your face and your hair clumped wet against your skin. âGet out of here now and donât come back.âÂ
He watches you grab your things and scurry away, and in the distance, he can hear your mother scolding you from the parking lot.Â

âWhy does everyone hate Yoongi?â
The already tense air between you and your mother grew thicker on the ride home. She was angry over the smashed flowers you brought her for her centerpieces and even angrier over your now damp and smelly clothing. The fact that you had come running back to the car in tears, crying like a child over Yoongi. Â
âIsnât what he did to you answer enough sweetheart?â She sighed, âHeâs never been right, even when he was your age.â She cringed, âEver since his parents left heâs gotten worse. Heâs a creep honey, stay away from him.â
âHis parents left him?â You perked up slightly, basically ignoring everything else she said. âWhy would they do that? Thatâs so sad.â
âIf he was my child Iâd leave him tooâ She scoffed, âdonât feel sorry for him, heâs everything Iâve ever warned you about. You donât want to get tied up in all that mess right?â She asked. You didnât answer.

The second time you ran into Yoongi was in the same stretch of woods. You had nervously ventured out there a few weeks after the last time, unsure if you wanted to run into him or not. Your mother was right about him being scary. Youâd never interacted with anyone so harsh before, everyone your mother kept in your circle was kind and caring, just as you were. All women, no men really got close thanks to her. Other than being intrigued about being around him and all the things he did that everyone had drilled into your head were wrong; you felt a bit bad for the older man. You couldnât imagine being all alone like he was or listening to all the awful things people said about him. He couldnât be as evil as people wanted you to think, right?
Maybe he just needed a friend?
When he saw you again he smiled in welcoming. After spending a few weeks mulling over what happened and being publicly shouted at for âharassing her poor childâ, Yoongi had decided he wanted to get closer to you. What better way to stick it to your mom than to mess around with you some more? You were naive enough not to catch on, so what was the harm?
You just talked for a few hours with him. He listened more than opened up. He listened to you talk about what you liked to do, where to find all the best flowers around here, about how you were nervous about the little recital the church was having next month for the Holidays, and how they wanted you to sing in it.
He watched you fiddle with the robbins decorating your hair. Watched you kick your legs back and forth off the rocks you were perched on beside him. Watched how your skirt scrunched and rode up just slightly every time you moved.Â
He went home that night feeling a bit odd over the experience. You seemed genuinely glad to have someone new to talk to. He wasnât sure how he felt, because you looked so cute sitting next to him chatting his ear off.Â
He was fucked to put it lightly. You were everything he hated about the people in this town. Stupid and blindly following the herdâŠbut with more of an innocence. All Yoongi knew was that he was down bad and frankly, a little pissed about it. How many whores had he had in the past and how many could he go out and find at this moment? Too many, maybe they were getting boring to him because right now all he could think about was you. He wanted to poke fun at and just piss everyone off at first, but nowâŠnow he just wanted corrupt you. Odd, heâd never felt the want to do it before to anyone, but something about you was sticking to him. How could he not with how cute and innocent you acted around him? Your fault really...hadn't your mother already warned you about men like him? He wanted to take you until the innocent air surrounding you was gone until all you could think about is him and how good he fucked your little virgin cunt. How cute youâd be under him. Covering your breasts and trying to hide away from his hungry eyes. Your cute little moans, moans youâd likely never made before. The feeling of you stretching around him for the first time. A little too much to handle, but youâre eager to please him. How wet youâd be, how itâd be such a challenge to bottom out, and how youâd squirm and try to resist the urge to be run over the edge as his hips pressed into yours. Your thighs twitch and try to close, too overwhelmed by the new sensations happening in your body. Heâd leave you ruined; never to be the same again.
Yoongi blinked himself out of thought, he was sitting outside of his house having zoned out thinking about it all.Â
Well, change of plans he supposed?

Two weeks later snow began to fall and hanging out with you had become routine. Admittedly, it wasnât that bad. Other than an insatiable want to get you in his bed, he couldnât say he hated every moment spent hanging around you. It was refreshing not to be by himself all day, he hadnât had a real friend since early high school, and every day since had pretty much been spent alone. Stuck with a family that refused to speak to him until he admitted his sin and went back to church to grovel for forgiveness; heâd never do that even now. To his surprise you hardly talked about your family or religion; he had part expected you to try and drill it all into him. But you were pretty quiet and liked to laugh at all the âsillyâ things he did as you liked to put it. You thought the way he slurred words when he was drunk was cute, but wouldnât touch a drink from him after what happened, not unless he sweet-talked you enough. Sometimes it felt like he could sweet talk you into doing anything he wanted. Sometimes youâd let him put a shot glass to your lips and pour it down, wincing at the burn and getting watery-eyed. Yoongi wasnât interested in bringing you anything gentle, he liked the hard stuff that could send him over the edge with a few drinks.
âYoongi?â You asked one night. He was sitting beside you on the park bench, wrapped up in a plethora of jackets and hoodies trying to fight against the bitter air. Obviously, he couldnât go to your place, and he wasnât sure if he wanted you hanging around his yet. Truth be told he wasnât sure if he could contain himself seeing you sitting in his bed just talking with that sweet tone of yours. Your eyes looking up at him, wide and fully focused on what he was doing or saying. Youâd be wearing one of those silly frilled dresses you liked; he was sure of it. Heâd thought about it so many times. How youâd let him get close and run a hand over your thigh, then over your stomach, to your chest. Youâd let him kiss you, he knew you would. You liked doing what he said. You were so curious to partake in all the things he liked to do; all the things you werenât supposed to do. One night he passed you a blunt without thinking much of it, you took it but nearly choked trying to smoke it for the first time. So you settled on letting him blow smoke in your face because he wanted to and you kept lying that you liked the smell of it.
âYoongi?â You repeated, pulling him out of his daydream. He hummed, âCan I ask you something personal?â
âGo for it.â Heâd lie if he didnât want to answer, he lied to you a lot and you never seemed to pick up on it.
âHave you been in love before?â
âNo.â He looked over at you again. You were playing with your hands in your lap, your nose was red from the cold and your hair was covered in snowflakes. He was still damp from earlier when you made him do a snow angel alongside you. âWhy?â
âI donât know âyour face flushed, âI just wish I knew what it felt like. Iâve never been able to have a boyfriendâ you explained, âMom said I have to wait longer, I think she wants to find someone for me.â
âWell, thatâs what good girls are supposed to do, right?â He asked, rolling his head back to look at the street light above and watching the snow flurries cluster around it.Â
You were quiet for a moment, âI guess. I donât know Iâve just been thinking alot lately, questioning some things.â
Yoongi nodded, he could remember when he started to as well. Hearing how everything in your circle talked about Yoongi didnât sit right. Everyone should love everyone and get along, that is what you had thought everyone preached around you your whole life. Now they spoke about him like trash, ever since he poured the liquor on you. You hardly even cared much after the fact. It had been thrilling in your otherwise mundane life. Everyone thought you were staying clear of him, but you liked hanging out with him. Every evening when your mother left for work you ran to him. And every Sunday morning people still talked about what happened. How Yoongi shouldnât be allowed to stay around here, how he was nasty and unholy, and how he'd do horrible things to you if you got close again.Â
âYou want a boyfriend?â
âMy mom would kill me if she knew I did.â
Yoongi wet his lips and tugged your jacket until you looked at him. You were pouting, eyes cast down as you thought about it. âWell,â he started waiting for you to look up at him with your little doe eyes met his. âI could be your boyfriendâ it rolled off his tongue, music to your ears. âNo one will know, weâll do all the things girlfriends and boyfriends do.â He waited for your reply, âunless you donât like me?â He couldnât remember the last time he spoke in such a tone: a soft and nearly whiny one.Â
âNo, I do!â You blurted out. âI want you to be my boyfriend, please Yoongi?â
He could listen to you say please all night.
âYouâre not scared about breaking your mom's rules?â He egged in, âNot very good of you to lie.â
You scooted closer to him, grabbing his hand and pouting. âI-I donât care about lying to her. Really! Iâve always wanted a boyfriend and I really like you, so why not?â
âOkayâ he grinned, âIâll be your boyfriend baby.â You grinned, genuinely excited. âWe should make it official though, give me a kiss?â
You picked at the edges of your sleeves, âY-yeahâŠbut Iâve neverâŠdone that.â
Good, he thought. He wanted to be your first anything and everything. To teach you how to be a good girlfriend for him. âItâs okay, Iâll teach you. Just follow my lead.â
He grabbed your face, encouraging you to get even closer. Your legs pressed against his and he held your waist tight. He could see the shine of your strawberry lip gloss and the pink ribbon in your hair tickled his hand as he held your cheek. You were enthralled, gazing into his eyes like hearts were exploding behind you. He kissed you, trying to start slow and keep the cute boyfriend appearance up, but he was ready to get heated and messy with you. He did- kissed you harder, nibbled your lip, and pressed his tongue into your mouth. You were so meek under him, trying your best to keep up.

Your lipgloss was smeared- most of it left on Yoongi. You made it just-in-time before your mother got home. You scurried upstairs to change and pretend youâve been in bed all night. You still felt breathless over the kisses. How he held you and how he asked you to be his girlfriend. You didnât know how it was supposed to go, but you were sure he did it well. He had to. You hurried yourself under the covers.Â
You had a boyfriend!
You kissed him!!
You smiled thinking about his hands holding you- how big they felt against your waist and his sting against your cheek. His lips were chapped and a bit cold against yours. He said he liked your lipgloss- the one you begged your mom to let you get just so you could wear it for him.Â

âYouâve never touched yourself before?â You werenât sure how the topic had been brought up, but Yoongi had just become far more interested in your video call after you let your secret slip out. Youâd been lying around in bed talking to him for the past few hours. He was at home while you were stuck in bed for the night. Your mom was sick and hadnât gone to work in a few days. Youâd been missing Yoongi so he promised to call you.
âNoâŠweâre not supposed toâŠmy mom always tells me I shouldnât itâs not pure and good.â You explained. Yoongi rolled his eyes, what a fanatic.Â
âI used to think that, my family taught me the same things.â He started, âBut I donât agree. Itâs normal, weâre all a little dirty sometimes, right bunny?â
You flushed, you liked it when he called you that.Â
âI miss you, Iâve been thinking about kissing you all day. I wanna teach you more though, do you want to learn more next time?â
You nodded, slowly as you thought about his words. âYou like when I kiss you?â
âYeah,â you giggled. âOf course I do!â
Yoongi hummed, looking over the nightgown you were wearing. He liked kissing you well enough but he was starting to crave more. Itâd been a while since heâd had sex, fantasizing about you while getting off was getting boring. He looked over your crossed legs, a bit upset it was long enough to cover your thighs- he liked them. It was, however, just snug enough to give him a subtle outline of your breasts, your nipples a bit hard grazing the fabric if you moved the right way. âWhyâd you stop talking?â You pouted.
âYou like my voice?âÂ
You nodded, âI really like it.â
âWanna hear me call you pretty some more? How vain of you bunny. Thatâs a sinâ he snickered, âdoes my voice turn you on?â
âI think soâ You grew quieter, taking one headphone out and setting it aside to listen for your mother.Â
âIs she still sleeping?â
âI think so.â
âYou wanna do something for me, baby?â You nodded eagerly. âTouch yourself for me.â His tone was almost demanding, and needy as he shifted in his seat.
âBut Iâve neverâŠIâm not sure.â
âCome on, try it for me?â Yoongi asked and very slowly you got off of your bed, leaving your phone propped against some pillows as instructed. Yoongi smirked, watching you look around your bedroom and to the door, double-checking the lock and listening for your mother. He was already feeling warm, mouth a bit dry as he looked you up and down. He couldn't help but to slip down his pants and tug at his cock in anticipation. The fact that you were so nervous, anxious that youâd get caught and reprimandedâŠthat cute little nightgown you were wearing. âJust lift your nightgownâ he wet his lips, watching you pick at the thin fabric and shyly lift it for him. âThatâs it just a little, there you goâ he encouraged, eyes glued to your panties. âNot so bad, right?â He smiled, and you let out a nervous, breathy giggle. âTurn around nowâ he watches you do as told, he hummed âbend over.â He watches you check your door again, a bit hesitant. âDonât disappoint me nowâŠgood girl. JustâŠâ Yoongi ogled over your ass, how the soft white fabric of your panties stretched over it, and how your legs pressed together now and again. âJust touch yourself for meâ he finished. You did it for him, snaking a hand between your legs and clumsily playing with yourself.Â
âFeels good?â He laughed at the little moans you let out now and again. âDonât get shy, youâre so cute. Just show off for me baby.â

âYou said you wanted to see itâ Yoongi bit back a laugh.Â
âI know, butâŠnot here.â Your nose scrunched as you took another weary look around the alleyway. âSomeone will see.â
âThatâs what makes it funâ He grinned. He was feeling himself a little too much after a few drinks in his favorite bar. They wouldnât ID him, and he knew they wouldnât ID you. It was across town, too much of a trek for anyone who knew who you were to see. Heâd gone through a few beers and some shots with you following him. You didnât like the beer and refused a second shot, so he rolled his eyes and got you something smoother, fruitier. You were more content sipping on it, kicking your legs off the stool, and begging him to come to see you in the Holiday service on Sunday.
âYou want me to come Sunday or not?â
âThatâs not fairâ you whined. Yoongi shrugged, leaning against the brick wall with his hips jutted out slightly. âGet on your knees for me bunny.â He watched you sink down, complaining when the slosh of rain and snow stained your stockings. âIâll by you new onesâ He assured, watching your brow knit ever so slightly as you fiddled with his belt; loosening it and going for his jeans button. He could feel his throat getting dry, ever since that little show he talked you through a few days ago he had been plagued with thoughts of you nonstop. You pulled his jeans down a bit, looking up at him for reassurance before shyly going for the boxers. He was already hard, it didn't take much from you nowadays. His fingers twitched, he wanted ot grab your hair and go to town, but he tried to take in your wide eyes, cautious little touches, and overall curiosity of it all.
âI donât know if I should be doing thisâ Your voice was small, torn as you looked up at him again with a frown. âIt feels wrong, I donât know.â
âItâs okay, it's normal. Lots of girls do it, donât you want to make me feel good? I made you feel good the other night, itâs only fair.â
"I know you better than you think baby. I know those dirty little sides of you no one else does. You keep saying this is wrong and you shouldn't be doing itâŠbut youâve been saying for days how you want to please me. Now itâs time. Want me to help you?â He murmured. You nodded, a mix of excitement and nervousness in your stomach as you looked around one last time. He snaked a hand through your hair and guided you closer. His tip grazed your lips, pouty and slick from your lipgloss. Egairly you opened your mouth for him, trying to breathe through the new feeling and anxiety of having him in your mouth for the first time.Â
Yoongi on the other hand felt like he could melt then and there. The feeling of your hot mouth against him sent tingles down his spine. âJust suck on it a little, grab the rest with your hand, and stroke it for me, baby.â your hand felt so small and cold against him, it made him shiver. He tugged your head a bit, he couldnât help it. Your inexperience was too much for him. He loved the clumsiness, the little noise you made as you choked on him, how drool dripped down your chin and stained your blouse. âI know you can take it bunny, tell me if you canât- fuckâ he hissed, âyouâre so good for me.â
He came in your mouth- he hadn't planned to but hadnât been able to help it the moment you peered back up to him. Your face flushed, your eyes wide and teary, still looking at him in adoration. You pulled back, saying something about not liking the taste and wincing when more landed on your face. Yoongi was too immersed in trying to calm down to make some witty remark, he just took a moment to steady his breathing and look down at you. âSorry,â he was quick to get his pants back up and get down to your level to help clean up. He sighed, watching you pick at your ruined stockings and skirt, âWeâll go to the mall tomorrow, and Iâll try to come to see you Sunday.â
He tried to seem indifferent to the way your face lit up, lunging to hug him. He smiled and took you home.

After taking you to the mall and replacing your clothes, Yoongi felt needier than usual for you. He was ready to take up, ready to steal that innocence away.Â
âStop pretending you donât want toâ Yoongi laughed. âDo you like it?â Yoongi grinned. You squirmed in his lap. He could tell you were trying not to like it, your brow scrunched slightly. When he grabbed your face and made you look at him he could see the concern clouded with lust in your eyes. âI know you like it, stop lying to yourselfâ He had taken you home for the first time, wasting little time before pulling you to the bedroom for a makeout.Â
âI doâ you whimper, âbutâŠIâm not supposed to do stuff like thisâ You frowned, âNot until I get married and-â
âWeâre not having sex though, weâre just playing a little, right?â He asked, grabbing your hips tighter, pressing his bulge against you. Your skirt rode up more, your knees pressed into the sofa as he guided you to grind against him. You were starting to get a little bold when you were with him, it was hard not to when he was constantly grabbing at you and saying all the right things to get you worked up. He was ready to take this to the next level- ready to fuck you.
âCome on, fuck yourself against me, baby, youâre already soaked and Iâve barely touched you.â He slipped back into his mindset fast. Your hips moved with his, he could feel the wet spot staining his jeans as you moaned and squeaked in surprise every time he pulled you hard against him. âWant me to fuck you? Seems like it, want me to ruin your insides?â He was into it, into how good your clothed cunt felt against his jeans and hard-on, how red your face was getting and the little beads of nervous sweat forming on your forehead. How your fingers clasped his shirt and nails pinched his skin, how into you seemed to be getting.
âI shouldnât, but it feels so goodâ You cried, while Yoongi nearly came at your breathly little whines.Â
âit's okay to be dirty like this, it makes you feel good, right? makes you want to cum like a good girl for me?â Yoongi went on, âOr we can stop, you can just pretend we didnât do anything and go home, is that what you want?â âNoâ you cried, âIt feels good. I wanna cum.â You shyly spoke, quickening your pace as he rutted against you.
âYou gonna let me fuck you now?â He had been half serious when he said it, still content with sucking on and leaving hickeys on your shoulder. When you say yes? He felt like his brain short-circuited, he had you on your back in an instant; staring down at you like a hungry animal. Your shirt was unbuttoned, chest flushed and marked up from the groping. You were looking at him through lidded eyes, your legs still pressed together in anticipation as he moved in.Â
âFuck this is so wrong, isnât it bunny?â Yoongi let out a shaky exhale, âIâve wanted to do this for so long, god you feel so good.â You were flushed under him, biting back moans and trying to take the pain of the first stretch like a good girl, like you knew he wanted you to. âIâm trying to go slow baby, but fuckâŠYouâll forgive me if I canât, right?â He leaned closer to you, peppering kisses over your neck and sucking dark marks on your skin. âPlease forgive me, baby, Iâm gonna ruin you.â He murmured. He knew youâd never hate him, he knew youâd forgive him for anything he did to you.

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Hard Love (Haegeum! Suga Drabble)
Summary: Gang leader Yoongi is someone you wish you've never met before.
DISCLAIMER: This is a FICTION work only made for entertainment purposes that includes yandere/dark. I do not support or encourage any type of abusive behaviour.Â
Check more:Â Masterlist.
Female reader
WARNINGS: NON-CON.
AN: Let me know what you think of this, I'm kinda scared for the feedback I'll receive, this is a bit heavy.
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âShh, donât cry, pretty girl.â
He murmurs, lips pressed against your cheek, even as you try to pull away from him.
His tongue licks away some of your tears, a low hum coming from him. Your stomach churns with disgust upon hearing him, the need to get away from him almost overwhelming you.Â
âEven your tears taste delicious.â
It only makes you whimper, fat tears sliding down your face and onto your neck. His thrusts are harsh, fucking you deep and fast, hips pistoning upwards with a speed that you doesnât make you feel any pleasure.
Youâre just there to be used by him. Like a rag doll. Used at his will. Not even your hysterical screams and cries make him stop. He simply manhandled you into whatever he wanted.Â
Heâs a monster.Â
âFuck, you feel so good. Fitting me like a glove.â he hisses, punctuating his opinion as he jackhammers into you, hips slamming against yours with force.
A whimper escapes your lips and you weakly try to push your palms against his chest, hoping to create some distance between you but your pathetic attempt quickly comes to an end as he grabs your wrists with one hand, twisting them behind your back as if itâs nothing.Â
âPleaseâŠâ you sob, lips trembling as you beg. He doesnât stop, maintaining his brutal pace.Â
His lips curl into a sleazy smile, one that makes you lose any hope. His hair falls to his face, strands attaching themselves to the sweaty skin, giving him a deranged look.Â
âCanât stop now, princess. Gotta fuck you nice and good, make sure they get the message, right?âÂ
You widen your eyes at that, the painful reminder that your family is in the room next to yours, forced to listen to this. His armed gang members surrounding your parents and siblings, making sure they know the consequences of disrespecting him.
All of this because your dad - a good and respectful cop - had led a raid to one of his warehouses, leading to the seizure of a large sum of money and drugs.Â
Big mistake.Â
His free hand finds your face, fingers digging into your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. The scar is prominent, looking frightening up close and you look away to his good eye.Â
âYour daddy needs to learn that he needs to stay the fuck away from my business. Too bad youâre the one paying for his mistakes.â he smiles at you, drinking in your features.
âBut youâre such an angel, arenât you? Taking my cock like a pro.â
His complement makes you choke on your spit.Â
Yoongi keeps fucking you, the bed loudly squeaking and you shut your eyes, imaging how scared your family must be. Your pussy feels sore from the assault and it only worsens as he speeds up, frantically thrusting as a string of curses falls out of his mouth.
His body tenses up beneath you and his hold on your wrists tightens uncomfortably.Â
A loud growl erupts from his throat upon reaching his selfish orgasm, hips finally stilling with a final thrust and he closes his eyes, resting his head back with a satisfied sigh.Â
You whimper, uncomfortable as his cum leaks from your pussy, dripping down to your thighs and you attempt to raise yourself to pull him out of you but his hand tightens around you, eyes snapping open.Â
âNone of that, princess. Iâm not done with you yet.â his voice huskier, face glistening with sweat but his eyes hold that shine of madness that makes you quiet in a second. He tilts his hips, pushing all of his length back inside you.
âDaddyâs lesson isnât over yet. Youâre not getting away from me that easily.â
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Might as well be drunk in love: 2 of 3
Pairing: OT7 x Reader (CEO AU)
Summary: In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.
Warnings: Love Potion, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, If youâre not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N: Let the darkness begin.
GIF by sugajimin

Part 1
Tuesday Night, Day 1
Kim Namjoon opened the door, his dimples on display as he welcomed you in the mansion for the second time that night as though he was already expecting you. He looked warm and comfortable, donning out simple white shirt and grey sweatpants instead of his usual formal clothes. A damp towel hanged on his broad shoulders; his hair still wet from the shower he obviously took.
âWelcome home, little one,â he greeted lowly, pulling your reluctant form in. If he felt the way you dug your heels on the ground, he didnât mention. He was just elated that you were here now. He couldnât explain the excruciating pain that went through his body almost more than an hour after he dropped you off. He was only able to manage it when Hoseok messaged him, letting him know that you would be coming home with him, and only then did he feel the pain subsided.
For the second time, you stepped foot in the grandiose place of theirs. It was a strange juxtaposition, your cautious movements against Namjoon's determined pull. Funnily, you thought it was similar to the depiction of Lucifer dragging Persephone down to hell. Walking behind you was the intimidating man, Jung Hoseok. He was carrying your bags in his hand in a relaxed manner, opposite to how he was before. The amount of clothes he personally packed were staggeringly ridiculous. It was like he packed your whole belongings with the intention for you to never set foot in your own apartment again. In his other hand was your traitor of a cat that was purring as the man carried him in his arms. It was like your cat left you for a better life.
"You must have been exhausted," Namjoon's voice broke through the quiet, drawing your attention to his warm smile. His concern softened the edges of your weariness. âThe day is too long for any of us. You should get your rest.â
You eyed Hoseok, unsure of how to act when he offered you a reassuring smile. âWe readied your room, little one," Hoseok's voice was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to his prior demeanor. Namjoon bade you good night, his large hand cupping your cheek tenderly before letting you go. With a beckoning gesture, Hoseok motioned for you to follow him, and you fell into step beside him, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on your shoulders.
He opened the room to the far end of the right wing. Similar to the aesthetic of the house, the room was equally grandiose. The bed, positioned prominently in the center of the room, commanded attention with its regal presence. It was fit for a princess, you thought, with its lavish canopy and layers of plush bedding inviting you to sink into its embrace. Every detail spoke of luxury and refinement, from the gilded accents to the soft, muted colors that suffused the room with an air of tranquility.
Any other time you would have gushed over the beauty of this room, but not this time. And not with the stress that that love potion brought you! On top of that, you were in a strange place with your CEOs who were practically strangers up at this moment! It was more than understandable that you were acting wary of these two men. They were only two of the seven, and you were already displaced by them! What more if the remaining five were to face you now?
You looked over your lashes at the man who was putting your bags down in front of what looked like a huge walk-in closet, his face void of any negative emotions but the people pleaser and the anxious child in you made you voiced out what you were thinking.
âAre you mad at me?â
Your cat, on the other hand, was now roaming freely and inspecting his new home with a purr, uncaring of the stress that you were feeling. You knew that traitor had such an expensive taste that your cat would literally sell you for a piece of chicken. You couldnât help but notice the amount of cat toys that were kept in the corner of the room, prompting you to think that this wasnât a spur of the moment kind of thing.
Hoseok blinked owlishly as though you asked an utterly absurd question, one that would never happen. His brows furrowed before he offered you a reassuring smile. âWhat brought this on?â
You sighed dramatically before plopping down on a surprisingly soft and comfortable mattress. You were even unknowingly pouting, making him want to squish your adorable cheeks in between his hands and cooed down at you. âWell, because I may or may not have ruined your lives because of that drink. But in my defense, which I think is a very good and plausible one and it may actually stand in court, it was never my intention to make you âfall in loveâ with me and that drink was only gifted to me! Donât you think I should be given a less harsh punishment?â
âPunishment?â Hoseok repeated to himself, his head tilted to the side as he pondered the notion. Was living with them meant to be some sort of a punishment when this was a big house and you had seven men to cater to your every whim? They would literally give you the world should you asked. âNo, honey. Listen, Iâm not mad at you. In fact, itâs the opposite.â
âIâm mad at you?â you asked with a hint of humor in your voice before flashing him a grin of your own. You were too adorable and funny, he gushed as he kneeled in front of you. Slowly as though gauging your reaction, he held your hands in between his, running his thumb in a soothing manner when you didnât pull away. Hoseok couldnât help but smile widely when he held you. It was such an exhilarating rush, he observed, one that he had never felt before.
In fact, it was an addicting feelingâŠone that he could not bear to lose.
âWeâre not mad,â he began, his voice earnest as he looked up at you from his kneeled form on the carpeted floor. He never knelt for anyone, but for you, he would without any questions asked. âNone of us are mad. This is merely aâŠunique conundrum. But weâll figure it out. We always do. So donât worry, okay?
We will take care of it.â
It was well after midnight when the five equally annoyed men strutted inside the mansion. Their faces were painted with discontent, their eyes carrying a certain weight of physical exhaustion and their movements that of strain from being physically away from you.
They were, in fact, practically gritting their teeth from the discomfort and pain.
Kim Seokjin was the first to stride into the room, the heavy oak double-doors slamming against their hinges so forcefully that even Namjoon grew concerned. He meant, for heavenâs sake, he had it custom-ordered from his favorite artist that specialized in wood carving! Anyway, it was a rare sight to see him display any negative emotion as he was always the brother that brought lightness to whatever tense situation he found them in. He was known for his penchant to be kidding around, cracking dad jokes left and right and his laughter was contagious. But those traits were nowhere to be found.
His voice was surprisingly deep as he directed his equally captivating eyes to their lead CEO with darkness even Jimin who was walking behind him found startling. âDon't forget, I'm the one who prepares your food, Kim Namjoon."
Namjoon blinked at that, his hold on his laptop loosening at his hyungâs words. âAll is fair in love and war?â he supplemented sheepishly, his fingers lifting to flash him a peace sign to which his hyung merely rolled his eyes to before plopping down the huge sofa and closing his eyes, his long leg stretched out in front of him.
Next to display his displeasure was Park Jimin, the one that was the scariest when mad. âYou should have just shipped us to Japan then Iâd be able to at least buy my skincare products,â Jimin sassed as he rolled his eyes at the lead CEO. His nose was turned up high as he strutted in the room. Despite the long hours spent travelling, Namjoon could not see any evidence that any single blonde hair was out of place on Jiminâs. âI think I finally know what hatred feels like.â
Last to enter was Taehyung and Jungkook. In his own peculiar way, Taehyung was fake sobbing in Jungkookâs arms while the latter was pouting at Namjoon as he patted the back of the former. âI never thought Iâd be betrayed by the person I look up the most!â
âYah!â Seokjin suddenly opened his eyes in disbelief âYou trust him the most when I spend all my money on your food from when you were 13 to now?!â
Jungkook merely nodded, his doe eyes seeing nothing wrong with what he said. Taehyung, on the other hand, suddenly stopped acting and stood up straight to face the occupants of the room. âHow are we reduced to this: betraying each other?â his deep voice resounded over the room, holding a tone of certain seriousness. His dark eyes met theirs. âArenât we better than this? We are brothers. We are better than animals that kill each other in the wild to survive. We are civilized men who are in the top performers of the society, who are featured in every reputable magazine. We are men that are leaders of-â
âWerenât you the first to betray us, hyung?â Jungkook suddenly asked, effectively cutting off his speech. His head was tilted to the side as he sat beside Seokjin who was actively pushing him away to no avail, grumbling about how he should sit beside the brother he trusted the most.
âThatâs neither here nor there!â Taehyungâs volume increased from guilt, his eyes comically widening.
âHow?! Itâs literally here! And itâs still here!â Jimin shouted, further antagonizing his agemate to which Taehyung gladly took on. The screaming match went on, with Jin joining, whereas Jungkook chimed in every once in a while, clearly enjoying the ensuing chaos. Every now and then, though, he voiced out how much he missed you. Namjoon was massaging his forehead and quietly telling them to stop and to keep quiet because someone was sleeping. It was only Hoseok who was silently watching his brothers and doing a quiet headcount only to come up short.
âGuys? Arenât we seven?â He broke his silence for the first time, effectively stopping the loud bickering of the brothers. âWhereâs Yoongi?â
The loud bickering of his brothers faded as he slipped inside the mansion without them noticing. To be honest, he did not have the required energy to deal with them, much so when he could barely keep himself upright. He didnât want to see that traitorous bastard, Kim Namjoon, for more than a second. They all had a piece to say but they were all morons, Yoongi thought. As he trudged up the last step of the stairs, he looked up and there was you.
Min Yoongi couldnât believe his own eyes. He thought that it was his sanity breaking down from the physical pain he had been feeling since he parted from you, and decided to play cruel games with him in the form of you. But there was no way that you were actually here, right? There was no way you were standing in the hallway in your sleepwearâŠright?
On the other hand, you blinked and looked at Yoongiâs pale face. He looked like he was straining to hold himself upright, evidenced by his grip on the stairâs handrail. His hands were shaking and you were worried that any moment now, he would fall.
You were proven correct not even a second later.
You watched as his body swayed, his eyes closed and you were moving before you could even think of the repercussion. Without heeding to any of your friendâs warning about touching them, you stepped in just in time to steady his body. The momentum from his combined weight and the gravity made you stepped back as his head found its place on your shoulder. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his broad back to anchor him to you.
âDaepyonim Min,â you called for his attention, gauging his alertness while tapping your hand on his back with a sense of urgency. âDaepyonim Min, you need help. Let me call-â
âLittle one,â you heard him breathed you in before speaking so slowly, a tone of disbelief in his voice. âYouâre real, arenât you?â His hand slowly cupped your cheek, needing to feel you, needing to know if the object of his love was truly here. âHow?â
âIâm hereâŠbut itâs a long story. First, we need help. Youâre not okay!â
âYouâre here,â he repeated to himself, his voice that of wonder. âI-Iâm okay now,â he replied with so much warmth as he struggled to lift himself up to look at you. âI just need to sleep. Itâs been a long ass day,â he groaned, the ache from his head was slowly dissipating from the proximity to you, yet its intensity since they landed was at its highest. He knew it would take him the whole night to recuperate. But somehow, he knew he could do it easily with you by his side. He didnât even care why you were here, or even how you got here. What was important was you were now here where you belong- with them.
Against your better judgement and completely unaware of the thoughts running in his head, you nodded as you followed his directions to his room. Just like his personality that you knew him of, his room was no non-sense in a way that all things were functional. It was apparent that the man favored minimalism and comfort over luxury. It was clean and uncluttered, with just the essentials neatly arranged. The bed, large and inviting, dominated the room, adorned with crisp white sheets and a fluffy comforter. A single nightstand stood beside it, holding a small lamp and a few books.
You helped him settle onto the bed, arranging the pillows behind him to support his weary body. He let out a contented sigh as he sank into the softness, his eyes closing momentarily in relief as the weariness slightly subdued.
"Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with gratitude. His eyes held sincerity and warmth. The way he was looking at you, the way he was holding on to your wrist because he didnât want to let you go only served as reminders of your guilt. He wouldnât be acting this way if this was normal circumstances.
Your negligence that day brought you here. And those emotions he was showing you were not real, you reminded yourself.
"You're welcome," you replied softly with utmost sincerity, a gentle yet sad smile playing on your lips. "Do you need anything else before I go?"
He had you now, why would he let you go?
It was his rationale as he pulled you to lie beside him, the surprisingly comfortable bed and his enescapable hold were enough to tire you out, you pushing him away did nothing. Despite your inner turmoil, you found yourself yielding to his pull, sinking onto the bed beside him. The warmth of his body radiated against yours, a stark contrast to the chill of your guilt-ridden thoughts.
And when he whispered for you to stay, you did.
It was barely an hour later when Yoongi was awakened by the annoying buzzing of his phone. He looked at you, a smile tugging on his lips at how your mouth was agape as you slumbered off in his arms. You were just so adorable that he wanted to put you in his pocket. He grinned at that thought. He already felt better.
You were the cure, he was sure.
However, the headache seemed to be returning from the persistent phone calls he was getting. He sighed, picking up his phone carefully to not wake you up only to find out it was a videocall from Taehyung.
âHyung! Where are you?â his deep voice resounded over the quietness of the room. Yoongi, on the other hand, had to lower the volume immediately.
âShut up,â he admonished him quietly, careful to not arose you from your sleep.
âAre youâŠsleeping?! When weâre all worried about you?!â the camera spanned out to Seokjin who was eating calmly, lacking any evidence of worry that Taehyung was claiming while Jungkook was running in the background, looking for Yoongi in every corner and even under the furniture. Meanwhile, Jimin was on his phone trying to rank up on his games.
âYes, youâre right. Itâs clear that youâre all worried about me,â he noted in a deadpanned voice, not believing any bullshit coming from Taehyungâs mouth.
Namjoon entered the frame casually, his eyes taking in his hyungâs rested form. He had an inkling of suspicion as to why. âYou look well-rested, hyung,â he stated his observation, his complexion looked healthy in comparison to Taehyungâs. Yoongi raised his brow at that. His initial theory that the span of time spent without you was making them sick only got stronger because of Namjoonâs healthier look.
âDid you find our gift?â Hoseok asked from behind the two men, casually hanging his arms on their shoulders. He was smiling. But his eyes held a certain darkness they usually didnât have.
âI did. Weâll talk tomorrow, yeah?â
Wednesday, Day 2
âNo one told me that we have an adorable new housemate.â
The six sleepy men sitting around the dining table looked up as soon as Park Jimin entered the room, in his arms was a fluffy cat that was actively hissing at him. He cooed down at it, softly stroking the thick fur with his hand that was now sporting claw marks.
âWeâre already so close!â he announced with softness in his voice despite the repetitive kicks brought by the furry creature in his arm.
âI donât think you are liked very muchâŠâ Jungkook quietly commented, his doe eyes went even larger at the bleeding scratches on his skin. As if sensing an opportunity to escape, the cat suddenly wriggled free from Jimin's arms and darted across the room, landing squarely in Hoseok's lap.
âHi, my son! Did you have a good nightâs sleep?â he asked affectionately, reaching down to stroke the cat's fur.
âHyung has a secret son!â Jungkook whispered to Taehyung in a scandalous manner, clutching his nonexistent pearls. Taehyung, who looked like he lived and fought through three wars from his exhausted form and his sluggish movement only nodded at Jungkook.
âWhose cat is that? Is that yours, J-hope?â Jin asked, pointing at the cat with his mug. He didnât know that they now had a furry housemate. Additionally, he didnât know that he was a cat person.
Namjoon just smirked at his brothers, âThatâs not his.â
âMy God, I am so tired,â Jimin sat next to Taehyung, his muscles aching with exhaustion. With a heavy sigh, he leaned his whole weight on his friend, seeking some semblance of comfort in their shared weariness.
"Everything hurts," Taehyung moaned, mirroring Jimin's sentiment. He glanced over at Namjoon, pleading silently for a solution. "We need her. Hyung, please. Do something," he implored, his voice tinged with desperation.
Jungkook finally put down his spoon with a loud thud, standing up to look at them one by one. âOkay, I cannot be the only one curious about whose cat that is!â he pointed at the cat who only meowed back at him before shifting his finger to his hyung who was silently eating with a smile on his face. âAnd you, why do you look so good this morning, hyung, while the four of us look like we are 3 hours away from passing away?â he asked Yoongi, his doe eyes demanding answers from the chaotic bunch that only turned more chaotic as the morning wore on.
Yoongi, taking a leisurely sip of his coffee, raised an eyebrow at Jungkook's question. His lips curled into a smirk, revealing a hint of amusement. "Well, Kookie, some of us are just naturally blessed with good genes," he quipped, his tone teasing.
âExcuse me?! Are you saying that I am not blessed with good genes?! Me?! The world wide handsome?! Now, youâre just outright lying!â
âHyuuuuung, do something! I think Iâm dying!â Taehyung shouted amidst the noise.
âStop screaming youâre scaring my son!â Hoseok shot back all while covering the catâs little ears.
âWhose cat is that even?!â Jungkook asked again in disbelief, the vein in his throat protruding from annoyance and curiosity.
âOh my God, Taehyung! I already did something, okay?!â Namjoon finally raised his voice for him to hear.
âAhhhhhhh, my head hurts and sheâs the only cure! I have to go to her!â Jimin whined sadly, attempting to leave his chair slowly.
âIn that state?!â Jin shouted at Jimin and Taehyung, already feeling the stress causing havoc on his otherwise beautiful face.
But Taehyung and Jimin were already halfway out of their chair, clutching their heads dramatically. "I can't take this anymore! I need her!" he wailed, his eyes darting around the room with desperation only to find you by some miracle.
âLittle oneâŠâ he called, his voice small as though he couldnât believe that you were truly there. It was like their pain manifested you, and heavens, it was worth it. Heâd willingly go through this pain if it meant seeing you and having you here where you belonged.
With them.
âGood morning, has anyone seen my cat?â
Your voice, despite it being low, was sufficient to effectively stop the bickering among the CEOs. How they heard you amidst their own noise, you didnât know. One thing was for certain, though. They were attuned to you like lovesick men did. Their eyes were on you with varying emotions. Jungkook was surprised, to say the least. Taehyung and Jimin, on the other hand, were relieved. Yoongi's smirk widened into a grin, his eyes sparkling with delight at the sight of you. Seokjin stared at you in disbelief, as if trying to comprehend how you managed to appear amidst the chaos. Namjoon and Hoseok exchanged a knowing glance, their expressions reflecting a sense of contentment and joy. The pair looked like they secured an extremely important deal and even won the lottery at the same day.
You didnât see Taehyung moved but you certainly felt how his heavy body fell against yours. You certainly heard his sigh of relief even as he swayed on his feet.
And when you touched his hand to support him, that was when he fell.
Suffice to say, no one made it to the office today.
You were seated beside Taehyung on the sofa, his thighs plastered to yours as though any space was considered a sin. He had your hand tenderly imprisoned in his. On your other side was Jimin who had his head in the vee of your shoulders. You were their medicine, they were sure.
Meanwhile, you were anything but comfortable. You were never really a fan of skinship, always the one who was reserved and preferred physical distance when surrounded by people. And yes, you were aware that thousands, if not millions, would kill to be in your spot right now but that didnât make you any more receptive to their proximity. You couldnât move even if you wanted to, not with the way they were watching you.
Especially not with the way Hoseokâs eyebrow raised whenever you even so much as attempted to move. His pointed gaze held you in place, a silent warning against any attempt to flee.
You were stiff. But you knew, and quite frankly you were starting to believe the effectivity and potency of that wretched potion. You already witnessed five of the seven men almost crumbled to the ground from the unbearable pain. There was no way that that was not connected to that potion.
 âWhen did the pain start, Taehyung-ah?â Seokjin asked as he flustered over the younger CEO. He was pouring hot tea for the two agemate, his innate mother instinct surfacing. Despite that, he couldnât help but look at you with small smile on his lips. He was happy that you were here, truly happy for the first time in ages. It was like his heart calmed down, the darkness slowly vanishing from his mind now that you were in their vicinity. Now, he could just focus on taking care of you
âAt around 6 pmâŠless than 12 hours after little one ran from me,â he finished with his signature pout, turning to you as though he was a puppy you kicked aside and was begging you to take it back. âI was so sad when you ran from me, little one.â
âYou also ran from me,â Jimin added, his pouty lips protruding even more as he glared at you. âIt deeply wounded me. I am still hurt over that, you know? I woke up so early just to see you.â Â
âShe also ran from meâŠâ Jungkook's voice joined the chorus from his place on the floor with his back leaning on your knees, adding his own layer of disappointment.
âThen why didnât you say anything?â Namjoon asked the peculiar man in concern, his worry lessening as Taehyung started to gain back his colors.
âBecause! Hyung looked sicker than me!â Taehyung response was quick while pointing at Yoongi who was looking at them stoically. He looked bored, except when he turned to look at you and then all of a sudden, he was shooting sweet smile at your direction, his fingers forming heart sign. You blinked owlishly at his sudden display of affection.
âYou idiot, heâs just naturally pale!â Seokjin admonished him even as he continued to feed him light snacks.
âNext time, say something when youâre not feeling well,â Hoseok broke his silence, a smile forming on his lips and you just knew it was fake. âOur little one is with us now. We no longer have to suffer, right, sunshine?â
The weight of Hoseok's words hung in the air, wrapped in the softness and faux innocence of his tone. It almost seemed like an innocent question, but you couldn't shake the feeling of caution that settled in the pit of your stomach. After all, it was Hoseok who ensnared you in his web and brought you into this situation.
Seokjin, sensing the tension between the two of you, directed your focus on him. His body was now turned to you, his form relaxed as he offered you a gentle and encouraging smile. âHow did you get here, little one?â
âDaepyeonims Kim and Jung-â
âI take back what I said last night. I love you and youâre the best leader anyone could ever have!â Jimin suddenly said, jumping from his seat to cling to the aforementioned CEO. After which, the five of them listened to your retelling of how you got here.
âItâs true that we had an inkling of why we are actingâŠwell, the way we are,â Seokjin noted after a lapse of silence, looking down at his hands as he did so. âIt was the only plausible explanation, regardless of how illogical it was.â
âWe werenât- arenât behaving normally. We thought back to everything that transpired during that day and the only deviation was our interaction with you.,â Namjoon took charge of the explanation, his voice steady and authoritative, as befitting a leader. âAt first, the symptoms were bearable to say the least. I even managed to hold off for the whole day until I saw you in the elevator. And even then, I was already suffering. The pain was nothing I ever experienced before. All I could think about was you. All I craved was your presence. All I wanted that whole day was to go to you.â
Yoongi nodded, experiencing firsthand the excoriating pain last night. âEverything was a struggle. Itâs like our organs were not functioning properly, like oxygen struggled to enter our lungs no matter how hard we breathed.â
âAnd you are the cure.â
You lifted your eyes to Park Jimin who sounded serious for the first time this morning. His smile was even missing from his face, but his eyes held genuineness. âYouâre the only one we need, little one.â
But instead of feeling relieved, you felt suffocated, overwhelmed by the weight of their dependence on you. The realization that you held the key to their well-being filled you with a sense of panic, the walls closing in around you. You wanted to help them, to ease their suffering, but the burden felt too heavy to bear. With all seven of them relying on you, the pressure threatened to crush you under its weight.
As you struggled to find your voice amidst the chaos, a sense of dread settled in the pit of your stomach. The repercussions of that potion were far greater than you could have ever imagined, and now, you were left to grapple with the consequences. âUntil when?â
You untangled Taehyungâs arms from you and moved away despite the whine that left Jimin. You stood up, your back almost to the wall as you regarded them with your eyes. âUntil when will you need me?â
âWe donât know, yet, my love,â Namjoon answered truthfully at the same time Taehyung.
âForever,â his deep voice resounded over the room, the weight of his words heavy in the air.
Silence descended, thick and palpable, as the gravity of the situation settled upon each of you like a suffocating blanket. The only sound was the faint hum of the ventilation system, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within your mind.
Forever. The word echoed in your ears, reverberating with both promise and dread. The thought of being tethered to them indefinitely sent shivers down your spine, a chilling reminder of the magnitude of their reliance on you.
Jimin shifted uncomfortably, his eyes pleading as he reached out a hand towards you. "Please, don't leave us," he implored, his voice tinged with desperation.
Your shoulders dropped down at his plea. You knew yourself all too well. You had to help them. You had to go at the bottom of this. You were going to be patient.
But patience was never your best suit.
You finally had it at exactly five in the afternoon. See you didnât even last for 10 hours and you already felt suffocated. Anywhere you went, there would be at least two of them tailing you. Every time you turned to ask for space, they would be flashing you the sweetest smiles you were ever given. Every time you ran into Yoongi, he would blatantly offer you all his stocks; Jin was always seen to be carrying snacks around for you and trying to feed you; Namjoon would always try to herd you in his display room of paintings and sculptures; while Hoseok would always look at you then his phone and order you clothes that you wouldnât even dream of buying from the price alone.
Meanwhile, the maknae line was always around you, beaming with energy and trying their very best to rizz you up. It was safe to say that they were doing their absolute best to make you lose your composure.
Which is why you abruptly stopped walking, turned around, and glared at the men behind you that almost crashed into each other, including your cat that was following you around the house.
âMay I help you?â you asked, your brow raised as you waited for their answer as they looked at each other.
âYes, little one. You definitely can help us. Letâs go over there and cuddle!â Jimin smiled angelically at you as he pointed upstairs to what you assumed was his room. See, this man looked so harmless. In fact, you thought he looked the sweetest among the seven, but his eyes could never fool you. You physically saw someone blushed so hard when he smiled at them, his eyes crinkling into crescents as he brushed his hair up like he was fond of doing.
On the other hand, Taehyung, ever the agreeable companion to Jimin, nodded vigorously, his boxy smile widening as he looked at you expectantly. Jungkook was bouncing on his feet, excited with the prospect that he got to have you in his arms despite his inability to meet your eyes at the moment.
Wednesday Evening, Day 2
âWe need to talk,â you huffed as you pushed the three men inside what you assumed was the common room of this huge mansion.
Seokjin, who was already inside the room and enthusiastically playing his game, rapidly turned it off despite obviously winning to give you all his attention. His back was straightened after kicking his gaming console away. The way he was looking at you made you blushed, but you were deathly determined to not show it. You were terrified that if you gave in even an inch, then these men would gladly take a mile. You couldnât let yourself drown in this scenario, and most of all, you shouldnât let yourself fall for them.
These were just effects of that wretched potion. None of these were real.
âYes, little one? Whatâs on your mind?â Namjoonâs voice suddenly disrupted your thoughts as he walked in the room, his posture relaxed. He intentionally brushed against your side, his hard muscles softly swaying your soft one, satisfying the call inside him to have you near him. He leaned against the table where Hoseok and Yoongi were working. They both gave you their attention as soon as you declared that conversation needed to be had.
âSpeak your mind, sunshine,â Hoseok urged you gently with a smile on his face as though he didnât terrify you the night before. Your eyes lingered on him, still unable to read his true personality. Or which among the versions he showed you were his realest?
Yoongi nodded when he saw you hesitated, giving you assurance you obviously needed to continue.
âI need space.â
Cue the tears from Jungkook, chaos from Taehyung and Jimin, rapid reasoning from Seokjin, dramatic clutching of heart from Yoongi partnered with a deathly glare to the who he assumed made you say those wretched word; maknae line, clenched of jaw from Namjoon and deafening silence from Hoseok. Despite the expected mixed reaction, one emotion rose above them all.
Panic.
As though they had one mind, the six CEOs turned to look at Namjoon, a plead for him to make sense of what was happening and to fix this for them. It was obvious that they needed you like air, if not more. Their survival hinged on you, and that was not even an overstatement.
Seokjin, ever perceptive, sensed the uncharacteristic struggle within the lead CEO. Namjoonâs jaw was clenched, a sure sign of his struggle to maintain composure in the face of the unexpected. In a move only Seokjin could execute with dramatic flair, he jumped away from you, creating a symbolic distance that echoed your plea. He was pointedly looking at the expanse of space between of the two of you as though this was what you meant when you knew he understood what you truly meant by space.
âThere, little one,â Seokjin spoke softly, his voice carrying a weight that resonated through the room. His eyes were dark that held a mix of understanding and yet, a stubborn determination. âSpace.â
You sighed, looking up at the peculiar-looking chandelier you just knew was Taehyungâs idea. âThatâs not what I meant-â
âThen what do you mean?â Taehyung cut you off, his earlier tirade and childlike rebellion with his agemate were nowhere to be found and instead, who stood before you was an entirely different man. Had you looked closer, then perhaps you would have seen the swirling darkness in his eyes.
âYou know weâd die without you. Why are you doing this?â Yoongi, who was still clutching his heart, spoke lowly. His eyes that you thought to be always emotionless were brimming with sadness. His words tugged at your heart.
But if they just let you speak, then theyâd understood-
âIs that what you want?â Hoseok asked monotonously, and this time he didnât look like the lively and full of sunshine CEO. This time, he looked like a dangerous man who was about to go off. He lifted his dark brow before standing up and circling to where you were. He was close, too close and yet, none of him was touching you. The height difference between the two of you made him seemed more intimidating as he leaned down to meet your eyes. âYou want us to die, is that it? Hmm?â
âNo-â
âThen what?â
âI just need space for myself-â
âBut noona! I need you. We need yo-â
You turned to glare at Jungkook who actively gulped when he saw the daggers in your eyes. âCan you let me speak? Can you all let me finish?â
âYes, noona. Sorry, noona. Youâre so beautiful, noona,â he rapidly said as he formed hearts with his fingers, his smile was lovely as though he didnât just annoy you.
âAll of you,â Namjoonâs commanding voice echoed in the room, his draconic eyes set on you even as he addressed his brothers. âSit down and let little one talk.â
Once they were all settled in with the five men sitting on the sofa, Yoongi not moving from his seat, and Namjoon standing tall- a deliberate choice, you thought, to let you know that you might have the floor but he still held the reins, you started explaining to them how you could not do this if it meant that you wouldnât have any time for yourself. In order to leave this house once this was all over with your sanity intact, then you had to have rules and regulations like civil men did.
Yoongi's eyes narrowed slightly, as if assessing your resolve. Jin shifted in his seat, his expression unreadable. Hoseok glanced between you and Namjoon, silently absorbing the tension. Taehyung and Jungkook remained quiet, their eyes fixed on you, waiting for your conditions. Jimin scoffed lightly.
âWhat do you propose?â Jimin asked, his velvet smooth voice seemed to be innocent had you not known that he identified as a Slytherin.
â2 hours each. I think that since there are seven of you, that would be 14 hours of my day-â
âDibs to the remaining 10 hours!â Yoongi suddenly said, his hand shooting up and his face held determination and a hint of mischief. The room fell silent, all eyes turning to Yoongi as he leaned back comfortably in his chair, a sly grin playing on his lips.
Jimin raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable for a moment before a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Bold move, Yoongi," he remarked, his tone light but edged with amusement. "I, myself, am also vying for those ten hours, little one."
Yoongi shrugged nonchalantly, uncaring of what Jimin was saying. "I know what I want," he stated simply, crossing his arms as he leaned back further in his seat, looking supremely confident. âAnd anyway, now that I had her in my arms last night, I really donât think I can sleep alone, anymore.â
âExcuse me?!â Taehyung stood up, facing Yoongi with disbelief in his face. âHow did that happen-â
âDoes being the oldest not mean anything anymore?!â
âYou might as well step on me, hyung! You might as well kick me where it hurts the most- oh wait! You did!â
 You shook your head as maknae line plus Seokjin screamed at each other. Meanwhile, Hoseok was trying to keep the peace. Namjoon was the only one who kept on watching you, his mind going over an overdrive as to how to resolve this all while maintaining their leverage over you and keeping you happy.              Â
âFine, we accept.â
They all turned to Namjoon, their eyes comically large at how easy their leader agreed. âWe do?â Hoseok asked.
âEither that or lose her. Or die. So yes, we agree. In return, within those two hours of your undivided attention, youâll cater to our every need.â
You blinked owlishly at what he said. And also, did he have to say that like that?!
âF-fine! But those ten hours will truly be mine, okay?â
âWhat will you even do within those ten hours, noona?â Jungkook asked innocently, his doe eyes brimming with curiosity.
âShower, sleep, eat, meditate so as to not lose my mind-â
âBut why canât we do all those things together?â Jimin whined, swaying his body in emphasis of his desire to be included.
âBecause! Thatâs private-â
âBut weâre close!â Jungkook added, his eyes wide and earnest.
âOh my God, you idiot,â you heard Seokjin murmured under his breath, disappointed and quite frankly, embarrassed by the youngestâs stubbornness.
âTwo hours start when?â Hoseok finally asked something that could be answered logically.
â7 in the morning and ends at 9 in the evening.â
Thursday morning, Day 3
âRise and shine, my one and only!â
Your room was gently engulfed by light as Kim Seokjin opened the door at exactly 7 in the morning. He was still wearing his blue pajamas and in his hands was a tray with what looked to be a delectable mug of coffee. You blinked your sleepiness away as he stepped in the room. He carefully placed the tray on your bedside table, before cupping your cheeks in between his hands and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
Okay.
That woke you up.
His gesture was unexpected, and it most probably showed on your face from the way he chuckled as he booped your nose.
âAh, youâre so beautiful even in the morning, little one!â He exclaimed before stepping back and flicking the curtains open further, letting even more sunlight stream into the room. How was this fair, you wondered. How could he look so perfect and put-together even when he was still in his sleepwear? You glanced at the mirror on the wall and was horrified to see how opposite you looked to the man who just declared that you were so beautiful in the morning.
If you didnât believe in the effectivity of the potion before, then you definitely did now. Your hair was all over the place and you had sleep in your eyes.
And oh my God, was that a dried drool on the side of your lips?!
You immediately made yourself presentable the best you could before Seokjin sat on your bed, lifting his own mug to his lipsâŠhis very plump lips. He was unfazed by your awkward demeanor.
âI am so glad I have this schedule. Nothing beats spending the morning with you,â he murmured warmly, his eyes shining with sincerity and love(?) âI made breakfast, little one. Get ready and come down, okay?â
It was quarter to eight when you finally joined him in the patio where he set up the breakfast. He was already dressed for work like you, his hair now sleeked up. Also, how could a forehead look that good? Did that even make any sense?!
He turned to you and smiled. His eyes traced your form before standing. He gently tugged you in his arms, completely engulfing you within him. You could hear his heart and hoped that he couldnât hear yours; it was definitely embarrassing how fast yours was beating in comparison to his. You werenât really used to being physically close to anyone, let alone your CEOs that you never had personal interactions with before this.
âI didnât put on at tie yet because I wanted us to match,â he easily shared in your ear before guiding you to your seat as though what he did was not meant to make your heart beat faster.
You looked at all the mouthwatering dishes he prepared and wondered just how long he had been awake for. âWhere are the others?â you hadnât seen nor heard any of them in the house and you wondered if they had already eaten.
Seokjin merely smiled at you before artfully cutting pieces of the croissant he made for you and putting them on your plate. âLittle one, itâs my time. Youâre mine.â
âFor two hoursâŠâ you added, suddenly feeling ominous by the way he worded his schedule and his dark eyes despite the sweet and seemingly harmless smile he was sporting.
âSure.â
After he dropped you off in your office wherein he held your hand all the way from the car until he delivered you to your office chair, he planted a kiss on the back of your hand despite your reluctance. You couldnât help but noticed the grip he had on you, nor the way he looked around the office and glared at any men glancing your way.
And of course, everyone in the office saw.
At exactly 9:01 am, a bouquet of flower was sent to your office. The sender? None other than Jung Hoseok himself.
He was sure to be punctual, not wasting any second off his scheduled time. He thought that time was gold, and he wanted nothing more since he woke up to be with you.
Sufficed to say, Jung Hoseok craved you so bad.
Your eyes widened from the sunflowers to him as he flashed you his sunny smile as though he didnât scare you the past days with his warnings. âFor the most beautiful part of my day.â
You could hear the murmurs of your officemates, and you were already dreading the gossips that would surely come. You wondered how they would look at you once this was all over. For sure, youâd be the laughing stock of the ton.
You most probably have to resignâŠ
âDarling?â
âIâm sorry, what?â
Hoseok tilted his head as he leaned in you, his hand on your armrest. This close and you could smell him. And heavens. He smelled heavenly. He smelled clean and crisp, like the subtle touch of ocean breeze. This close and you could see how perfect his features were, how harmoniously proportionate they were. This close and you could see the darkness he always kept in bay.
âWhat are you thinking?â
âN-nothing-â
âTell me,â he demanded gently, his eyes trained on your lips like no one was looking, like you and him were existing in your own world where no one could touch you and take you away from him.
Where no one could take you away from them.
âI-â
âGood morning! I have great, great news!â
Your friend breezed into the office, fashionably late as usual, her face lit up with excitement. The room buzzed with curious glances as she made her way to her desk, her eyes searching until they landed on yours. The grin she was sporting faltered off as the CEO turned to her with an expression she didnât like before it all went away and Hoseok flashed her a smile.
âG-good morning, Daepyeonim Jung.â
âGood morning,â he answered cheerfully, fully straightening up and granting you the much-needed space to catch your breath. âWhatâs your good news?â
She looked at you, and only when you nodded did she whisper the news that her grandmother knew someone from the mountains that had the answer and solution. Her voice was hushed enough that your coworkers couldnât hear her, yet clear enough to give you hope. Your grin was so wide as you stood up and hugged her.
It was only when you turned to Hoseok to share your happiness did you notice something unsettling. His expression had darkened briefly, a shadow passing over his features before he hastily composed himself with a bright smile.
What was that?
Before you could dwell on that, he declared it good news and pulled you out of the office.
You found yourself standing in the middle of his office as he plopped down on his chair, stack of paper on his table that grew in size from missing yesterdayâs work. He seemed busy, yet he was looking expectedly at you. His eyes were serious as he gestured for you to come closer.
It was apparent he wasnât happy with the distance when you decided to stop three feet away from him. His eyes remained impassive as he sighed and without any warning, pulled you to him. You landed on his surprisingly muscular lap, your hands automatically going to his shoulders in an effort to steady you.
Your eyes widened at his actions and any attempt to stand up was squashed by his ironlike grip around you.
âDidnât you promise youâd cater to our every need when we agreed on that ridiculous two-hour schedule?â
âAnd having me on your lap is a need?!â
âIt is. I want- no. I need you close,â and only when he confessed did you see the miniscule tremors in his hands. He was nuzzling his face on your neck, breathing in the scent he missed so much. Your soft skin against his touch somehow calmed the demons. If he was already like this despite you seeing him last night, then it meant that their symptoms were worsening like what your friend warned you of. The more time you spent with them and the more that your skins touched meant that their lovesickness would only worsen in time.
You were dreading to think what would happen to the remaining CEOs and how they would act, more so when Jimin and Namjoon were in the last two.

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LACRIMOSA | MYG MAFIA YANDERE AU
pairings: mafia leader!yoongi x f!reader genre: mafia!au, yandere au, historical au
summary: Their interlocking gaze served as a butterfly effect on his heart, stirring it to the core. She, in turn, only dreams to find a way to escape. But perchance, over time she might forcefully learn to love the man who has taken so much from her.
Thus unfolds a twisted tale of love and loss, of hope and despair, of life and death. The music reverberated through the dimly-lit streets. Tears of sorrow, weeping symphony - reflects the hurt, the scars that linger deep within and the wounds that never healed. Lacrimosa.
warnings: minors dni 18+ | mafia au, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, mentions of antidepressants, anxiety, panic attacks, nightmares, mentions of night terrors, mentions of self harm, manipulative behaviour, mentions of labotomy, medical cases, intimate life, diseases, âfailedâ pregnancy, alcohol, medication, etc.
beta read by @chaoticpuff17
word count: 8,7K
disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, old social norms and traditions, which we do not condone.
A/N: so yes, it took me a while to actually finish this chapter and as I mentioned - itâs shorter than what I usually want to write for lacrimosa. Truth to be told, this is what I can do for now till I get something better to write on. I donât know when the next chapter will be written and up, so for now thank you for your patience, i actually didnt think i would write a chapter whilst im in US coz the only device on my person is my phone, but im very happy I managed to write something. This chapter is more of a prequel go whatâs going to happen next. Many of you actually guessed/predicted some things right and for some you have to wait till the very end, weâre near it.
Massive thank you goes to @chaoticpuff17 who managed to beta read it despite both our situations being crazy rn, ily queen đ„čđ«§đ©”
Love you all, p.
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lacuna (n.) a blank space, missing part

The night was relentless, a symphony of thunderclaps and the steady drum of rain against the cobblestones. The celebrations of the famous Kkangpae toned down, and after some months, several trips to the barren debris land of where Yakuza reigned, they returned safely to the sanctuary.
Back where she cannot hide from him in the stables, kitchen or sunroom, switching from one room to another just to not be in his presence for longer than she wanted. Yet, he managed to steal her away when his frustration boiled up enough. Y/N couldâve hinted how much she doesnât want him to sleep next to her all she wants, he kept sneaking in and out every time. Yoongi was patient, determined even. Determined to make things right this time by giving her space. But the wrenching feeling of not having her close enough consumed him, night, day and moon.
Yoongi kept his promise, giving Y/N the space she needed while gradually attempting to rebuild the trust that had been shattered. He was careful with his words, patient in his actions, and ever attentive to her unspoken needs. The pair worked on their friendship these past weeks, he wanted himself to be her person. The person that she would love and lean on.
But the young Buin might seem calm now, from outside, but her wit remained under the surface. She buried herself deep within her psyche and doctor Kim could do very little to ârepairâ her. Not even renown specialists who came to give the young girl a helping hand did not succeed.
Yoongi watched her from a distance yet at the same time he was so close, his heart aching with the knowledge that he was partly to blame for her withdrawal. He had been too harsh, too controlling. Now, he was paying the price. He wanted nothing more than to hold her, to whisper apologies and promises into her ear. But every time he approached, he could see the fear and distrust in her eyes. It was a barrier he didn't know how to break.
Wang Xiaoqingâs wisdom was passed onto her, they whispered. But truth to be told, the elder woman, may she rest in peace, underestimated the new blood. The following legacy. Now, her kin suffers.
Yoongi wishes he never used the letter as leverage against her nor let her read it. At night he wonders whether that would change things. Whether by now she would be in love with him just as much heâs in love with her.
He sat down with the rest of his family at the dinner table after she broke down with yet another panic attack. The dining room was oppressively silent, the atmosphere thick with unspoken tension. It wasnât even the end of January, and the snow was still prevailing outside. Yoongi sat at the head of the table, his expression a mask of stoic resolve, though his heart was anything but calm.
Y/N was conspicuously absent, her chair at the table glaringly empty. Yoongi's mind replayed the scene from earlier, the look of sheer panic in her eyes as she had crumbled under the weight of her emotions. He had wanted to reach out to her, to offer comfort, but he knew his presence would only worsen her distress.
Clearing his throat, Yoongi broke the silence, his voice strained but firm.
âI know you care about me. About this familyââ
âIâve made mistakesâmistakes that have pushed her to the edge.â
âNo, Yoongiââ the right hand man straightened himself in his seat interrupting his leader.
Yoongiâs eyes flickered with a mixture of frustration and sorrow as he turned to face his right-hand man, Namjoon. The room held its breath, tension crackling in the air.
âNamjoon, please,â Yoongi said, his voice weary. âMy wife slit her throat, stop justifying my actions.â
Namjoon hesitated but nodded, leaning back in his chair, his expression still troubled. Yoongi took a deep breath, steeling himself to continue.
"I pushed her too far, and now she's breakingââ
âNow, I donât know what your intentions are with my wife, but I forbid you from whatever you are putting into her head.â
Namjoon's eyes widened in shock at Yoongi's words, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for the right response. The weight of Yoongi's accusation hung heavy in the air, and the room seemed to grow even quieter, the tension palpable.
Yoongi's jaw clenched, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. He had always trusted Namjoon implicitly, had relied on him as his closest confidant and advisor. But now, in the wake of Y/N's pain and suffering, he couldn't help but wonder if that trust had been misplaced.
âAll of you.â
âYoongi, I swearââ Namjoon began, his voice tinged with desperation. But Yoongi held up a hand, cutting him off.
âI don't want to hear it, Namjoon,â he said, his tone final.
âWhatever it is, Iâm giving her the space to tell me herself.â Namjoon's gaze faltered under Yoongi's intense stare.
âI would never intentionally do anything to harm Y/N or come between you two. She's like family to me, too.â Yoongi's jaw clenched tighter, but he nodded curtly, acknowledging Namjoon's words.
âSeokjin.â He addressed the oldest man in the room.
âYes, Yoongi?â Seokjin replied, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation.
âSheâs still taking those pills you gave her,â Seokjin's brow furrowed in concern at Yoongi's words. They were only a temporary solution before Seokjin decided that day to put her on barbiturates. She needs his help and if he cannot help her the way he knows it will be most effective, heâll at least prescribe whatever will tone down her night terrors so she can sleep at nights.
"I'll talk to her," he said firmly. âBut you know what would certainly help herââ Yoongiâs hand flew high to hit the table, making everybody twitch at the loud noise.
âNo, Seokjin. No.â The family members exchanged solemn nods. Yoongi took a moment to compose himself, his chest heaving with pent-up frustration.
"She needs more support than we can provide on our own. We have to consider what's best for her.â Yoongi struggled to find the words to express his feelings. "I know, Seokjin," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "But that is going way too far.â
Namjoon leaned forward, his expression earnest. The youngest at the end of the table cleared his throat. All eyes turned to him, waiting for his input. Jungkook hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of the tension in the room, before speaking up.
âMaybe you just need to stop shielding her in. Let her live a lifeââ Jungkook's suggestion hung in the air, a fresh perspective on the situation that caused the family members to exchange thoughtful glances.
Yoongi's brow furrowed as he considered Jungkook's words, the idea of allowing Y/N more freedom conflicting with his instinct to protect her.
âBut what if she runs for the hills, Kook.â Park Jiminâs voice echoed from across the room, his hands busy pouring the strong liquor to seven crystal glasses. Yoongi's gaze flickered towards Jimin, setting the first glass in front of him.
"I can't bear the thought of her running away from me again," Yoongi admitted, his voice heavy with emotion. Hoseok nodded in agreement, his expression sombre.
Jungkook nodded thoughtfully, understanding Yoongi's apprehension. "I get where you're coming from, hyung,ââ Jimin set down the last glass of liquor, his expression sympathetic.
âIâd say, nonetheless, she needs something to occupy her mind other than those thoughts.â Said Jimin sitting down on his chair while nursing his own glass of the booze.
"Maybe if we can find something that brings her joy, something to distract herââ Seokjin nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful.
âShe studied, tasted her own freedom and now all sheâs left with is being your wife.â Yoongi's heart clenched at Jimin's words, a pang of guilt washing over him. But still a large part of him was thinking why it is not enough.
âShe can work with me once sheâs better.â The doctor interjected. Yoongi's gaze shifted towards Seokjin, a flicker of hope igniting within him at the suggestion.
"You think she'd be up for it?" Yoongi asked, his voice tentative yet hopeful.
âAh hyung youâre so in the darkââ Jungkook remarked. Jungkook sighed, his gaze meeting Yoongi's with empathy.
âShe needs to feel like she has a say in her own life, like she's not just living for someone else.â Where this newfound wisdom arose, Yoongi did not know. But he was glad for the support of his family men.
Hoseok placed a reassuring hand on Yoongi's shoulder, his expression filled with empathy.
âShe knows so much about herbs, remedies, I think sheâll be happy to help Seokjin.â Yoongi's heart swelled with gratitude for Hoseok's insight. He hadn't fully realised the extent of Y/N's knowledge and interests outside of their marriage and that needed to change.
âDonât tell her just yet.â The right hand man remarked.
âYes, I want to give her more time to recover before we come back to the sanctuary.â The other family members murmured their agreement, a sense of solidarity and understanding settling over them. After all, at the end of the day it is a happy wife, happy life.

But months later, Y/N understood that if thereâs even a slight possibility that the scarred leader will grow for better, it would be a painfully long process. She realised so once he returned with his knuckles all bruised and bloodied one night. She tended to them, and he was basking under her touch. Despite everything, she couldnât ignore the humanity in his pain.
Her eyes rolled and a loud sigh followed when she understood what was the cause of his lapse of senses. He had let his frustration and anger take over him, but rather than put it out on everyone else like he was known for, he silently left his office to vent his anger elsewhere. She guided him to sit down after she asked the maid to bring her everything she needed to clean his wounds.
Yoongi watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and excitement under her delicate touch. The feel of her hands, so careful and tender, was both a comfort and a torment. The imagery masking all the darkness that loomed over them, they would fool even the Lord himself that this couple is one of love.
They sat in silence, the only sound the soft rustle of bandages and the distant rumble of thunder outside. Yoongi closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes to him. She avoided him less and less. So why did he have to let his steam off so suddenly?
âYou knowââ she began, focusing on his other hand now.
âYouâre not really setting a good example of âcommunication is the key â, now do you?â
Yoongi's eyes flickered open at her words, a hint of guilt flashing across his features before he quickly masked it with a neutral expression. He couldn't deny the truth in her statement, nor could he easily articulate the tangled mess of emotions that swirled within him.
His mind drifted back to the hushed whispers, the concerned looks from Seokjin. Y/N was still fairly weak in terms of her health. Yet, he hoped that maybe, just maybe, sheâll come to tell him heâs going to be a father. Foolish of him, he knows. Selfish of him, he knows that too.
âIâm sorry, Dove.â He only muttered, forcing a kiss to her sphenoid bone, it was the only affection she rarely allowed him to show. Y/N knew that if she wanted to persuade him that she isnât a flying risk, sheâll have to allow him to do more. She progressed slowly, with patience and space to breathe everything out.
The reason the young leader needed to vent his anger was obvious to Y/N. She heard the maid that so blatantly spied on everything she did, what she asked for, and whom she talks to on the telephone. Y/N was cautious, yet today, she had to ask for some feminine goods. She understood where his hope for a baby came from, he got himself to believe that once the monthly bleeding did not come the first, second nor the third month.
The young gal, however, knew that this has nothing to do with the possibility of her being pregnant. She still drank the remedy, just to be sure, and for her peace of mind as it bore too many demons already. The fourth month her body decided itâs time to function again and of course the devoted maid reported that right back to her husband whose hope for a child vanished.
âI was hoping we could go see Ma and little Bo Cheng before the wedding, I promised to teach him how to ride a hoââ she began her request carefully. Y/N had managed to negotiate Daiyuâs extended vacation in America with her young son and Kai, yet she couldnât shake the strong feeling that Yoongi had only allowed such a thing to happen because he felt indebted to her at the moment. Her state was far more delicate than he thought and he desperately wanted to make her happy. The one thing she wanted the most, he couldnât grant. Freedom.
âWould that make you happy?â Yoongi interrupted. He sighed, his eyes drifting to the window where dark clouds gathered on the horizon.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, a small, hesitant smile tugged at Y/Nâs lips. It was a fragile thing, easily shattered, but it was real. And in that moment, Yoongi vowed to himself that he would protect that smile, nurture it, and help it grow.
âYes, it would. Maybe we could also pay a visit to Daiyuââ Y/N sucked her lips in and shyly smiled again. Yoongi nodded slowly. He sighed, leaning back in his chair, his fingers drumming against the armrests. The weight of their precarious situation pressed down on him, the knowledge that every decision could have far-reaching consequences hanging over them like a dark cloud.
âIâm not sure about that, sweetling,â he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Her heart clenched, did he understand her intentions?
âYou said youâll give me the world, Yoongi. Why not this?â Y/Nâs smile faltered, a flicker of disappointment crossing her features.
Yoongiâs gaze softened further, a mixture of regret and longing in his eyes. He reached out, taking her hand in his, his touch gentle and reassuring.
âI will consider this trip, but we have to be cautious now. War is looming on the horizon.â He explained, his tone serious.
âWhat do you mean war? Youâve just won one,â she challenged, her voice laced with disbelief.
âThe world is a volatile place, Dove. Our battle was nothing in comparison to what is to come. The world will fightââ Yoongiâs expression darkened, the weight of their past victories suddenly overshadowed by the looming threat of conflict. Y/Nâs heart sank at the mention of war, a cold knot forming in the pit of her stomach.
âUntil weâre certain thereâs no threat, I want us to remain in Korea, my love.â he declared, his final words.
Y/Nâs heart sank at his words, but she forced herself to nod, understanding the gravity of their situation. The war threatened to consume them all, and they had to tread carefully if they were to survive. Y/N nodded slowly to his words.
âShe wrote to you this morning, didnât she?â Y/N couldnât shake the feeling that sheâs running out of time. If they were caught up in the chaos, she feared she may never leave this place. And with Yoongiâs resolve to remain in Korea, their window of opportunity grew smaller with each passing moment. It was worth the shot, he wouldnât let her slip that easily if thereâs an actual threat that the worldâs will battle.
âShe met someone,â Y/N added softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty of how Yoongi will react. He, however, already knew. There was nothing that would go past him or so he thought.
"She met someone?" he repeated, his voice tinged with false scepticism. Y/N's heart ached at the doubt in Yoongi's voice, but she held firm in her conviction.
âSheâs a widow with a child, whoââ
âHappy widow with a childââ she inserted herself into his remark. "She deserves it, Yoongi. After everything she's been through, she deserves a chance at love and happiness.â
âDaiyu is no longer tied to the syndicate. You promised not to meddle with her affairs unless she needs help.â She reminded him less gently, her voice tinged with a hint of caution.
âI intend to keep that promise.â Lie. He already knew the man who so openly started to court her. A sense of relief washed over Y/N as she watched Yoongi's resistance soften, even if it was pretended.
âThe rain wonât stop pouringââ Y/Nâs voice trailed off, a sombre note creeping into her tone as she glanced out the window at the stormy sky.
âHow do you feel today?â Yoongi observed Y/N for a moment, his expression softening as he took in her weary demeanour.
âBetter than yesterday.â She replied, her voice carrying a hint of resilience. Yoongi nodded, a sense of relief washing over him at her response. Despite the challenges they faced, he was grateful for every moment of peace they could find amidst the storm.
He noticed the subtle signs of improvement in her appearance. Her cheeks, once sunken and lifeless, now held a hint of colour, and the dark circles under her eyes seemed less pronounced. Her eyes sparkled differently, not with tears as of late. Whatever Seokjin is doing to help her, it is working.
âHave you slept well?â he inquired gently, his voice filled with genuine concern. From Monday to Friday, storms reigned over the hidden valley. Yoongi reached out, gently brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face, his touch tender and reassuring. Her dark hair grew enough to reach past her shoulders since the unfortunate event back in October.
âIt wasn't the best, but it was better than before.â Yoongi nodded in understanding, his gaze lingering on her with a mixture of admiration and concern. He knew that even the smallest victories, like a few hours of sleep, were worth celebrating in their tumultuous world. After all the night terrors she endured for months.
âHowâs working with Seokjin?â He knew how demanding their roles could be, especially in the midst of ongoing turmoil. Yoongi expected her to sigh just as softly as she always does, her expression to reflect the weight of responsibility, but none of that happened. Y/N smiled at him brightly instead.
Y/N's smile was like a ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds, momentarily dispelling the shadows that lingered around them.
âWork has been great. I've been able to help so many peopleââ she replied, her voice infused with a sense of optimism that Yoongi hadn't heard in a while. As she spoke, Y/Nâs eyes lit up with enthusiasm, a stark contrast to the weariness that had plagued her in recent months.
âDid you know that punk, Jungkook, pretends to be sick every other day just to swing by?â Y/Nâs voice was filled with amusement as she recounted the antics of the youngest of the seven. Though older than her, she did not feel any age difference between them two.
Yoongi couldnât help but chuckle at the mention of Jungkook's antics.
"That sounds like him," he remarked, a fond smile playing at his lips. She continued, her words flowing freely as she recounted her experiences while working with Seokjin at the clinic.
âSeokjin has been a wonderful mentor,â she continued, her eyes shining with gratitude. âHeâs taught me so much more than we actually studied at schoolââ Yoongi nodded in agreement, a sense of pride swelling within him as he listened to Y/N's tales of their work at the clinic.
âI remember this one young man who had sustained severe burns on his arms. The sight of his injuries was heart-breaking, but I could see the determination in his eyes to overcome the pain.â Y/Nâs voice softened with emotion as she recalled the moment.
"We worked tirelessly to stabilise him, and when he finally regained consciousness, the look of gratitude in his eyes made all the long hours and hard work worth it. It was a reminder of why I wanted to be a nurse in the first placeâto make a difference in peopleâs lives, no matter how small.â
Yoongi listened intently, his heart swelling with a mixture of emotions. He couldnât help but feel a pang of regret for not allowing her to pursue her passion for nursing earlier.
He may not be able to undo the past, but he could certainly make sure that she had all the support she needed to thrive in the future. The youngest was right. She needed this, she needed to regain her purpose in her life. To be someone for herself.
He realised how much he had underestimated her need for work, how vital it was for her to have a sense of purpose and fulfilment. There was still hope and goodness.
Yoongi listened to all the stories she had to say as for the first time since forever, there were no tears, no screams, no tension in the air. Just the calm, steady rhythm of their shared breaths.
âYou know,â Yoongi began, his voice soft, "I'm proud of you. Proud of everything you've accomplished and the progress youâre making. I should have let you do this sooner.â
âCanât change the past now can we?â He nodded to her remark solemnly, squeezing her hand.
âTell me more,ââ he urged, eager to hear more about her work, her passion. He wanted to be part of her world just like she is part of his, to support her in every way possible.
Y/N smiled, her face glowing with happiness. âWell, thereâs this little girl named Jang-mi. Sheâs been coming in for treatment regularly, and despite everything, she's always so cheerfulââ

Y/N pulled her coat tighter around her, feeling the icy water seep through the fabric. Her breath came in shallow gasps, mixing with the cold air to form small clouds that dissipated as quickly as they appeared. She huddled beneath the overhang of a small alley, her body shivering uncontrollably. The once comforting weight of her coat now felt like a burden, soaked and heavy.
Her mind raced, a chaotic swirl of fear and desperation. The past few days had been a whirlwind of terror and confusion. She had trusted the wrong people, made alliances that crumbled under the weight of deceit. Every step she took seemed to lead her deeper into a labyrinth of danger and uncertainty. She couldnât afford another mistake; the stakes were too high. The sound of her own heartbeat was loud in her ears, a constant reminder of the life-or-death game she was playing.
A sudden flash of lightning split the sky, casting stark shadows and illuminating the alley in a harsh, white light. For a brief moment, everything was clear and sharp, every detail etched into her memory. Thatâs when she saw him.
At the mouth of the alley is where he stood , his figure backlit by the brilliant light. He was drenched, his hair plastered to his forehead, but he seemed unfazed by the torrential rain. His presence was as menacing as ever, a dark silhouette against the night. His eyes, however, were what held her captive. They were dark, deep pools of unreadable emotion, reflecting the stormâs fury.
Yoongi didnât move, didnât speak. He simply watched her, his gaze intense and unwavering. It was a look she had seen before, one that sent chills down her spine. It was the look of a predator sizing up its prey. She knew then, with a sickening certainty, that no matter how far she ran, he would always be one step ahead.
Panic surged through her, threatening to overwhelm her senses. She pressed herself against the wall, the rough brick scraping her skin through the thin material of her coat. She needed to think, to find a way out, but her mind was a blur of fear and fatigue. The rain continued to pour, the cold seeping into her bones, making her limbs feel heavy and uncooperative.
Yoongi took a step forward, the movement slow and deliberate. His boots splashed in the puddles, the sound muffled by the storm. Y/Nâs heart pounded in her chest, a wild, frantic rhythm. She felt like a trapped animal, cornered with no way out. The alley was a dead end, and Yoongi was blocking her only escape route.
âY/N,â he said, his voice low and smooth, cutting through the noise of the storm. âYou canât keep running.â
His words were a cold, hard truth that she didnât want to accept. But she had no choice. Every attempt to escape had led her right back to him, like a cruel game of cat and mouse. She swallowed hard, her throat dry despite the rain. She had to keep fighting, had to find a way to break free from his grip.
âI wonât let you control me,â she said, her voice shaking but determined. âIâll find a way out.â
Yoongiâs expression didnât change, but there was a flicker of something in his eyesâamusement, perhaps, or admiration for her defiance. âYouâre stronger than I thought,â he said, taking another step closer. âBut strength alone wonât save you.â
He was close now, close enough that she could see the droplets of rain clinging to his eyelashes, the way his clothes clung to his body. His presence was overwhelming, a dark force that seemed to consume all the light around him. She knew she had to act, had to do something before it was too late.
Summoning every ounce of courage, Y/N pushed off the wall and lunged towards him, hoping to catch him off guard. But Yoongi was ready. His hand shot out, grabbing her wrist with a grip like iron. She struggled, twisting and pulling, but he was too strong.
âLet me fucking go!â she cried, her voice breaking with desperation.
Yoongi pulled her closer, his other hand coming up to cup her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. âYouâre mine, Y/N,â he said softly, his breath warm against her skin. âAnd Iâll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Even if it means protecting you from yourself.â
Tears mingled with the rain on her cheeks as she realised the futility of her struggle. Yoongiâs words were a chilling promise, one that she knew he would keep. She was trapped, caught in a web of his making, with no way out.
The storm raged on around them, but in that moment, all Y/N could feel was the cold, unyielding grip of the man she used to fear, and the inescapable reality of her situation.
Y/N woke with a start, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the remnants of the nightmare clung to her mind. Her body was drenched in cold sweat, and her heart pounded wildly in her chest. For a moment, she couldnât discern reality from the dream, the vivid images of the rain-soaked alley and Yoongiâs menacing presence still haunting her.
It was a memory that was hidden in the back of her mind to resurface when sheâs the most vulnerable. It had happened a few times already, her mind showing her each time she attempted to escape the scarred leader.
She took a deep breath and listened to the mix of crackling fireplace and raindrops outside. His eyes were on her petite physique, his hands holding a book he was reading while she took a well deserved afternoon nap. He put down his reading glasses and ran a hand through his hair, closing the book and turning her attention to her.
âWhich one was it this time?â
She turned to see him sitting beside her, his eyes filled with worry. The contrast between the Yoongi in her nightmare and the one before her now was stark. Gone was the cold, calculating predator; in his place was a man who genuinely cared for her well-being. He did change a little. Or maybe he was like that before but his selfishness didnât allow him to show her his bright side.
Her legs moved to his lap when she was asleep, and he gently rubbed circles into her ankles, his touch soothing for once.
âWill you keep me safe?â
Yoongi's expression softened further, his gaze unwavering as he looked into her eyes. He knows that there were moments that haunt her till now. Moments he let happen with his cockiness.
âAlways,â he replied, his voice steady and filled with conviction. âIâll keep you safe, no matter what.â
âI just... I donât want to be afraid anymore,â she admitted, her voice breaking slightly.
âJust rest, Dove,â Yoongi murmured, his voice a soothing balm to her frayed nerves. âIâll be right here.â
After a few silent minutes, Y/N broke the calm silence.
âCan we play the piano?â
He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Together, they moved to the old piano in the corner of the room. As they sat side by side, their fingers tentatively began to touch the keys. Each note was a delicate thread, weaving together a tapestry of their unspoken emotions. The music became their secret language, a way to say everything they couldnât put into words.
Every time she did not feel like speaking herself, they played. Until she felt better. Yoongi played with a gentle intensity, his fingers dancing over the keys with practised ease.
He was a better player, so she thought. Afterall, he had had more life to practice.
The medication made her more open to him. Sooner or later sheâll have to get off of it before it will become her only source of happiness. There were days it made her sleep well, drink, eat, breathe and live like the person she used to be. And there were days she sat in front of her vanity mirror knowing this effect is only temporary.
She cannot afford to get off of them while sheâs remaining by his side. Her being would not take it and the prospect of freedom would be scarce. It blunted negative emotions which worked in the scarred boyâs favour.
It was working, but it was a question of time when sheâll develop tolerance and they wonât work anymore. Thatâs why Seokjin is desperately trying to convince Yoongi that heâll have a way to help her. Permanently.
Yoongi knows that it would be just another mistake he would have to write under his name.
âIâll always keep you safe,â he whispered again, his words a promise and a plea. And in the quiet aftermath of their duet, she almost believed him.
In that fleeting moment, she wasnât running, and Yoongi wasnât chasing. They were simply two souls, lost in the music, trying to find their way back to each other. One more than the other.
His hand moved to cover hers on the keys, their eyes meeting in the stillness that followed. The world outside ceased to exist, the rain and the fire a distant backdrop to the intensity of their shared gaze.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Yoongi leaned in, his breath mingling with hers. Her heart raced, not with fear, but with a different kind of anticipation.
Their faces were inches apart, the unspoken words hanging in the air between them. His eyes flickered to her lips, then back to her eyes, seeking permission, seeking assurance. Y/Nâs breath hitched, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.
âUnnie?!â Xiaoli's voice rang out, bright and oblivious. âWe need to talk aboutââ
âCan you keep me safe from my own sister?â She scoffed playfully. His chuckle bounced on her lips as his lips still hovered just a breath away from hers, the paper door swung open with a sudden, sharp creak.
Taehyung stepped in behind her, his eyes widening as he took in the scene. "Oh. Weâre... interrupting, arenât we?â
Yoongi pulled back slightly, his expression darkening as he turned to face them. Y/N felt the moment slipping away, the fragile connection disrupted.
âWhat is it?â Yoongi asked, his voice strained with barely concealed irritation.
âYou invited us to have dinner, Hyung.â Taehyung reminded him, his tone a mix of apology and amusement.
Xiaoliâs eyes darted between Yoongi and Y/N, realisation dawning on her face. âOh... weâre really sorry. I didnât mean to barge in, Kkangpae Min.â
She apologised, still not her but always to him and him only. Y/N forced herself to smile. The woman that her sister became is not the same one she grew up with.
âThere was nothing to interrupt, donât worry,â she waved it off and Yoongi sighed, the tension in his shoulders evident.

The fleeting moment of intimacy with Y/N hung heavily in his mind. Before, during and after the dinner. He was extravagantly close to feel her lips on his again, just for the moment to be swept away.
Dinner was a mix of awkward silences and forced conversation. Xiaoli and Taehyung tried to lighten the mood, but the air was thick with unspoken words.
Yoongi, for his part, seemed distant, his mind clearly elsewhere. Every so often, his gaze would meet hers across the table.
âWill you come next week?â Xiaoli asked, sipping her wine.
Y/N, momentarily distracted from her thoughts, looked up.
âNext week?â
Y/N glanced at Yoongi, who was already looking at her. She hesitated, unsure of committing to anything he did not allow earlier.
âYes, Y/N promised Bo Cheng to teach him how to ride a horse, and I have some business to attend to.â Yoongi cleared his throat, breaking the silence.
âI could teach him,â Said Xiaoli, a bit jealous that their brother wanted Y/N to teach him when she was right there in the hotel.
Once Xiaoli and Taehyung will be with each other for eternity, the family of three then, will take their leave back to China.
The Triad leader attended his own business trips while his wife and children stayed with the âallyingâ clan.
He doesnât know. None of them knows what Y/N did to herself, apart from Xiaoli, who herself doesnât know every detail. They spreaded white lies to cover this âlapse of sensesâ. A misstep. Y/N hides the fading scar carefully to avoid any explanation. She wished to not tell them, and the kkangpae did not object to her wishes anymore. Whatever she wants, she gets. Usually, most of the time if sheâs reasonable and clever about it.
The past months painstakingly helped them to get better. Or so Yoongi thought. Her priority was never to be his good wife, her priority is him thinking she will be his good obedient loving wife and when he wonât expect her to seek freedom anymore â sheâll disappear.
âI don't know about that, honey. You remember that nasty fall you took last year?â Her husband-to-be said nonchalantly. Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion.
âFall?ââ she asked, doubting his words.
âWhat are you talking about?â Xiaoli herself was surprised at his words. She did not recall any falls. Y/N knew Xiaoli isnât the best rider, but she was decent enough to hold any situation that would make her fall from the horse under control.
âI donât remember that,ââ she said, taking another long sip from her glass.
âYouâd certainly remember falling from a horse. Why donât I know about this, Yoongi?â Said Y/N turning herself to the quiet man.
âI was having a hard time keeping you here as you loved to go for a run back then. It must have slipped my mindââ
âMy sister falling from a horse slipped your mind?â
âHe did not know Y/N, until a lot later. Right, Hyung?â Taehyung smiled sweetly at her, defending his Kkangpae. As always. Y/N clicked her tongue and gifted Yoongi with a penetrating stare creating another layer of tension in the room.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He cleared his throat, attempting to gather his thoughts. The last thing he wants is to mess up their relationship again.
âYouâre right, love. I should have told you once I got to know that,â Yoongi admitting guilt is a new trait he acquired these past months.
âHow did she fall?â Y/N aimed her question at Taehyung as her sister clearly doesn't remember it.
âIt wasnât probably that bad if I donât remember it, Unnie. Donât worry about it anymoreââ the younger female answered before her fiance had the chance to do so.
Y/N sighed loudly but the hand under the table that was gripping her younger sisterâs thigh was not seen by her eyes.

It was hard to keep focus, especially with Seokjin constantly needing her assistance at work. His stern demeanour and meticulous nature kept her on her toes, but she appreciated the distraction. She knew why she was at his beck and call. Yoongi demanded so. Under any circumstances she ought to be next to Seokjin.
The ambulance in the sanctuary was significantly smaller than the big sanitorium in the town, but there was still some work to do here too.
âWhatâs on your mind?â he asked, leaning back in his chair and studying her intently.
âThe usual,â she murmured, filling todayâs report. Seokjin watched her for a moment, then brought the courage to ask.
âHave you been intimate?â Y/N dropped the pen at once and with wide eyes. She stared at him. The question came out of nowhere nor was it called for.
âWh-what do you mean intimate?â
âExactly what I said,â he replied calmly, not breaking eye contact.
âHave you been intimate with Yoongi again?â
âI donât see how this is your business, Seokjin.â She felt her face flush with heat, a mix of embarrassment and anger.
âIâm not trying to pry. Iâm your friend, but Iâm also your doctor, sweetlingâ,â he said softly.
âYour health and well-being are my concern,â Seokjin explained. âAnd you know that if somethingâs affecting you emotionally or physically, it could impact your health.â
Bullcrap, he is in fact prying.
She was silent for a minute, trying to comprehend how he is taking care of her being this late. If she wouldnât attempt to kill herself, these concerns wouldnât be as great. But Y/N cannot afford to break havoc. She canât go on rampage as she wants every single person here to think that she is moving towards being a good obedient wife of the Kkangpae. Even though she wants to scream to each and one of their faces about how much they failed her. How much they hurt her. Yet, patience is the key. Breathe, sleep, eat, endure.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, then decided to change the topic.
âWhat about your wife?â Seokjinâs eyes flickered with surprise before he masked it with a neutral expression. Y/N barely knew the woman. Matter of fact she has seen her maybe three times since the wedding.
âVery much pregnant,â he said, his voice a mix of pride and weariness.
âOh,â Y/N replied, taken aback. âI didnât know. Congratulations, I guess.â Here comes another thing that Yoongi managed to keep from her.
âThank you, my dear,â Seokjin said, a small smile touching his lips. âItâs been⊠an interesting journey, to say the least.â
âI can imagine,ââ Y/N said, sensing there was more beneath the surface.
âCan you imagine yourself on that journey?â Seokjin interrupted, his gaze searching her face.
She pretended that the question took her by surprise, looking down at her hands to not give herself away.
âI donât know,â she admitted softly. He is testing her. âItâs hard to think about that kind of future with everything thatâs going on.â
Seokjin nodded, his expression thoughtful. âItâs understandable. But itâs something to consider. Maybe a baby would help you to shush your demons away.â
Y/Nâs heart raced at the suggestion, and she forced herself to maintain her composure. âI⊠I donât think a baby is the answer, Seokjin. Thereâs so much I need to sort out first.â
âSometimes, having something to focus on, something to live for, can make all the difference,â Seokjin said gently.
She nodded, still feeling uneasy about the direction of the conversation. Opting not to give more than she would want to by not answering his remark and going back to finish the report.
âJust know that you have options. And that you donât have to go through any of this alone.â
âThanks,â she replied, offering a small smile. âIâll keep that in mind.â Of course she wonât.

Y/N entered the dimly lit room where Yoongi was sitting, his face illuminated by the soft glow of a lamp. He looked up as she closed the door behind her, his expression softened once he looked up from the papers. The office in the sanctuary remained the same apart from the fact that now the young Kkangpae occupies it far more often than before.
He took his glasses off and pushed himself away from the desk creating a space for her to come and stand in front of him, leaning against the massive wooden desk. Her hands felt the warmth of the wood that had been heated by the lamp, reflecting the same heat that radiated between them.
âDid you ask Seokjin to put thoughts into my head?â she asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his hair. âI didnât ask him to, but I knew he would at some point try to give you some wisdom. What did he say?â
âThat a baby would be the right treatment for me,â she replied, her voice tight with frustration.
Yoongiâs eyes widened slightly, then he closed them and exhaled deeply.
âIâm sorry, Doveââ
âDo you think that too?â she asked, searching his face. âThat a baby would magically fix everything?â
Yoongi shook his head, stepping up from his chair and closer to her. âNo, I donât. A baby isnât a solution to our problemsââ she didnât believe one word that was coming out of this mouth. He wouldnât break his knuckles this hard if he didnât want the baby that Y/N took care of not happening anytime soon. Her system was full of herbal remedies. And now that she knows, the herbs flowing in her system are working, she can use that to her advantage.
âBut that would make you happy right?â She countered, seeing through him. Softening her mimics to appeal to him.
âWell, yeah, I want a family with you somedayââ
âSomeday? The bandages on your knuckles says that youâre pretty eager to have it nowââ she scoffed and murmured under her nose.
Yoongiâs eyes for once reflected something she couldnât quite recognise. There was a mix of desperation and longing that flickered there. His hand reached out, trembling slightly, and cupped her cheek gently.
âDove, I want us to be happy, truly happy. But I know bringing a child into this world wonât erase your pain or solve our problems. We need to fix ourselves firstââ His thumb brushed her cheek tenderly.
âIâm sorry for being selfish, my love,â she felt a tear escape her eye, rolling down to where his thumb could catch it. She closed her eyes for a moment, leaning into his touch because thatâs what always softens his edges.
After months, she has learnt what strings to pull to make him move just the way she wants to. Yet, Y/N knows that he isnât that stupid to believe she suddenly wants to live with him happily ever after.
âI can pour us some wine. We can play the piano after dinner, hm?â He could feel her vulnerability, her heart laid bare before him. Or so he thought as she wanted him to think that. His hand continued to caress her cheek softly, his touch gentle yet laden with unspoken longing she sensed each time he attempted to get closer to her.
She nodded, a small pretentious smile playing on her lips as she stepped closer to him. The tension between them lingered.
He pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her forehead. âWe will be good. We just need time with each other.â
He sat first, patting the space beside him, inviting her to join. Her fingers brushed the keys, eliciting a soft, mournful note. A melody that echoed in her mind far too often. An anthem for hurting. Weeping symphony, tears of sorrow.
He became far too respectful towards her boundaries which essentially was ruining all of her plans. Her fingers pressed the keys with delicate touch even when she wanted to smash them rock hard.
âWhy this song?â She let the question hang in the air for a moment, her fingers poised above the keys as if weighing his words.
âDo you know what they interpret it as?â She finally said, her voice soft, barely audible above the lingering notes. Her eyes, once masked with a facade of calm, now revealed a flicker of the anguish she carried.
âTell me,â he flipped the page of the notes book for her to continue the song.
âItâs a tale of unspoken grief, of wounds too deep to heal and shadows that never leave.â
He felt a shiver run down his spine as she said that. Part of him understood what message she was trying to leave and part of him wished heâs wrong.
âI view it as love lost and dreams shattered. They say itâs a lament for those who wander through life carrying burdens no one else can see.â
He carefully listened to all her words, all the notes she played, all her feelings she shared. Her fingers moved over the keys, each note a whisper of sorrow.
âThe scars I carry inside,ââ His hand reached out to touch hers, a gesture of comfort. Stopping her from playing more.
âLet me help you carry that weightââ
âYou created it in the first place.â
His eyes widened, a mixture of guilt and realisation flooding his expression. She pulled her hand away.
âThe scars I carry, the emptiness I feel, they all trace back to you.â
His mind raced to comprehend the depth of her pain, trying to understand her intentions. Itâs not like he ever expected her to say it out loud.
âYou created emptiness in me Yoongiââ
He felt his heart clench with guilt and regret. âIâm so sorry,â he said, his voice cracking. It was nothing new. She heard his apologies but she was yet to accept them
She turned back to the piano, her fingers resting on the keys but not playing. âIntentions donât change the past,â she said softly. âThe pain remainsââ
âBut the future can learn from mistakes.â
âI will. Iâll learnââ He began before she interrupted him.
âYou need to fill the space now.â His eyes lit up listening to her words. In his mind, this was it. The holy grail. In her mind, she was wrapping him around her finger before she would bounce away like a pebble on the pond.
âHeal me if you must.â
These were her last words before the distance between them shrank, the intensity of their emotions drawing them closer. He leaned in, his heart pounding in his chest that she could almost hear it but Y/N didnât pull away.
Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss, a delicate brush that spoke of apology, of yearning, and of promises yet to be fulfilled. Her heart cried and the song remained echoing in her mind.
As they pulled back slightly, their foreheads resting against each other, Yoongi felt a warmth spread through him, chasing away the cold shadows of regret. She looked at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. His thoughts were swirling with one thing only â this was the real beginning of them. And it was the beginning.
The beginning of the end.
I N T E R L O G U E
The walls were lined with bookshelves, each shelf overflowing with dusty tomes and old papers. A large, ornate desk stood in the centre, its surface cluttered with stacks of documents.
Seokjin rarely sends her to this room as they also rarely stay in the hanok the sanctuary has for medical assistance to those who live here.
She approached slowly, her fingers brushing over the worn leather of a chair before settling on a stack of yellowed files that he asked to bring. It was then when her eyes caught the opened crimson red files that laid flat open on the desk. The ones that the doctor forgot to take with him the other time he had to run and tend to the lady of the house in the middle of the night. They stayed there, laid open, for several weeks. Touched by a thin layer of dust on top of it.
Kim Seokjin is renowned in his field of practice. Yet, this was going to be his great mistake. Inside, there were detailed medical records, notes written in a precise, almost mechanical hand. The words on the pages made her stomach churnâphrases like âprefrontal lobotomy,â âbehavioural correction,â and âpsychosurgical interventionâ leapt out at her. She read on, horrified by the cold, clinical descriptions of procedures that seemed more like torture than treatment.
Her hand flew to her mouth to not let the wailing cry away.
Trembling, she pushed the file aside and reached for the next one. Not bearing what theyâve done to her sister. Y/Nâs hands shook as she read through the files, each word a dagger to her heart. The clinical detachment with which the procedures were described made her feel sick. These were not just medical recordsâthey were accounts of inhuman experiments carried out in the name of science, or more so â control.
The name on this file was all too familiar, it was Jinâs wife. He must have done it before the wedding as she seemed far too calm. Her heart pounded in her chest as she opened it, fearing what she might find. The contents were similarâdetailed accounts of medical procedures, records of a lobotomy performed in a desperate attempt to âcureâ her of what the notes described as âhysteriaâ and âunmanageable behaviour.â
Y/N felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She stumbled back from the desk, her mind reeling from the revelations. The room seemed to close in around her, the shadows deepening as the weight of what she had discovered settled on her shoulders.
The name on the empty file under those made her anxious, hysteric even more as the tag had Min Y/N written on it.
She wiped her tears but they couldn't stop falling.
âY/N?â
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Title: "Strength in the Ranks"
Fandom: BTS
Pairing: RM (Kim Namjoon) x reader
Genre: Military Romance to Angst..
During his military enlistment, Kim Namjoon found himself facing challenges he hadnât prepared for. The early days were toughâthe drills, the exhaustion, the feeling of being constantly on edge. But there was one thing that caught him off guard more than anything: her.
Her name was [Y/N], and she was part of a female platoon, standing tall and commanding with a presence that seemed to overshadow everyone around her. Namjoon noticed her immediately, not just because of her position, but because of the way she moved, the way she commanded attention without ever needing to raise her voice. She was a leader, every inch of her disciplined and focused, but there was something about her that made Namjoon uneasy. It wasnât her skill or experienceâit was her strength, her confidence, and the way she held herself with such authority. It intimidated him in a way he hadnât expected.
The first time they interacted, Namjoon had been struggling during a particularly grueling morning drill. His body was already aching, his muscles burning, and his mind was screaming for him to stop. He was clearly not keeping up, and she had noticed. Without hesitation, she called him out, her voice sharp and unyielding.
âNamjoon! Why are you lagging behind?â she asked, stepping up beside him.
âIâm... Iâm just trying to adjust, maâam,â he replied, out of breath and feeling small under her gaze.
Her eyes scanned him carefully before she nodded. âYouâre not here to try. Youâre here to do. Youâll push through it, or youâll be left behind.â
It was a simple command, but the weight of it settled on his chest. She wasnât just training recruitsâshe was shaping them, molding them into something more. Something stronger.
The next day, she was there again, her voice always cutting through the noise of the training field, directing her platoon with ease. Namjoon couldnât help but watch her, his admiration growing with every interaction. But it wasnât just her leadership that captivated himâit was the way she carried herself, like she had a deep, unshakable understanding of what it meant to be strong. Not just physically, but mentally, emotionally. She was relentless, pushing herself and those around her to their limits.
One afternoon, after a particularly brutal set of drills, she came to him, offering a hand to help him up as he lay on the ground, gasping for air. âYouâre not done yet,â she said, her voice firm but not unkind. âWe have one more set.â
Namjoon blinked, exhaustion clouding his vision, but something in her gaze made him push through. He wasnât sure what it wasâher confidence, the way she believed in him when he didnât believe in himselfâbut something stirred in him, and he pushed himself to his feet. She didnât need to say anything else; her presence alone was enough to inspire him.
As the days went by, Namjoon felt himself changing. His body grew stronger, but it was his mind that was shifting the most. He began to see the world through a different lensâone where determination and resilience were just as important as skill. And he owed a lot of that to her.
One evening, after the dayâs drills had ended, they found themselves standing alone on the training grounds, the stars just beginning to appear above them. Namjoon had been quiet all night, his thoughts swirling around everything he had learned so far, and about the woman who had helped him get to this point.
âYouâve come a long way, Namjoon,â she said, her voice softening for the first time since they had met. Her usual tough exterior was still there, but there was a small crack in it now.
He looked at her, feeling a strange warmth spreading through him. âI couldnât have done it without you,â he admitted, his words coming out more sincere than he had intended.
She gave him a small smile, her eyes softening just a fraction. âI didnât do it for you. You did it for yourself. You just needed to see it.â
The air between them felt different now, charged with something unspoken. Namjoon had never thought he could admire someone so much, but there was something about herâher strength, her confidence, her ability to leadâthat had drawn him in. It wasnât just the way she commanded respect; it was the way she made him believe in his own potential.
For the first time, he wasnât intimidated by her. Instead, he felt a deep respect, one that went beyond admiration. She had become more than just a mentor to himâshe had become someone he looked up to, someone who made him want to be better, not just in the military, but in life.
As the silence stretched between them, Namjoon felt something shift. Maybe it was the shared experience of struggle, of pushing each other to be better. Or maybe it was just the simple fact that they had spent so much time together, testing each otherâs limits. But whatever it was, he knew that she had become an important part of his life.
And as he looked at her, standing tall and unyielding, he realized that thisâthis connection between themâwasnât something he could ignore. There was something there, something he couldnât quite name, but it was undeniable.
âYouâre stronger than you think,â she said, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Namjoon nodded, feeling a lump form in his throat. âI think Iâm starting to believe that,â he murmured.
She gave him a look that was both challenging and encouraging, her eyes locking with his for a moment that felt like eternity. And in that moment, he knewâhe wasnât just growing stronger as a soldier. He was growing stronger because of her.
Strength in the Ranks (Post-Enlistment)
The day had finally come. Namjoon had completed his military enlistment. The long months of rigorous training, sweat, and exhaustion had come to an end, and he was officially a civilian again. He stood at the gates of the military base, watching as the other recruits began to make their way home. There was a sense of relief in the air, but also a deep, lingering sadness that Namjoon couldn't shake.
He had made it. He had survived. But it was more than thatâhe had grown. He had learned what true strength was, and he owed so much of that to her. The woman who had been there every step of the way, pushing him when he couldnât push himself, guiding him when he was lost. And now, as he stood there, watching the gates open before him, he realized something he hadnât expected: he didnât want to leave her behind.
The thought of never seeing her again was enough to make his chest ache. It wasnât just the mentorship or the trainingâthough that had been important. It was something deeper. His feelings for her had grown over the course of those months, though he had kept them hidden beneath a facade of respect and camaraderie. But now that he was leaving, he couldnât ignore the truth anymore.
He missed her already.
For the next few weeks, Namjoon adjusted to his life as a civilian again, but the sense of emptiness never fully left him. He would go out with his friends, try to keep busy, but his thoughts often wandered back to her. Her steady gaze, her leadership, the way her voice had always been the perfect balance of command and care. He hadnât realized just how much he had come to rely on her presence until it was gone.
One evening, as Namjoon sat in his apartment, feeling the weight of his solitude, an idea began to form in his mind. He missed her. And though he wasnât sure if she would even want to see him, he couldnât shake the urge to at least try. So, he did something impulsive.
He went to the local restaurant, the one she always mentioned during training, the one she loved for its comforting dishes. He picked up a few of her favorite meals, just to bring them to her. He figured flowers were too clichĂ©âshe had never been the type to get swept up in romance or flowers. No, she would appreciate food, something practical, something she could enjoy.
Namjoon didnât expect much. He didnât know what he was hoping forâmaybe just a smile, a moment to say thank you. But most of all, he just wanted to see her again.
When he arrived at the military base, he hesitated at the gates. The familiar surroundings, the old barracks, the drillsâeverything felt so far behind him now. Yet, here he was, standing with a bag of food in his hands like some kind of silly admirer.
He finally walked to the familiar barracks where she had stayed, the ones with the quiet hallway and the faint smell of training gear lingering in the air. He knocked softly on her door.
It took a moment, but the door creaked open. When she saw him, there was a flicker of surprise in her eyes, but quickly replaced by a warm smile. "Namjoon?" she asked, her voice friendly but curious. "What are you doing here?"
He held up the bag of food, smiling sheepishly. "I, uh... I thought you might like something to eat. Itâs your favorite from the restaurant down the road. I didnât know what to bring you, so... I figured this would work."
Her eyes softened, and she stepped back, gesturing for him to come in. âThatâs very sweet of you,â she said, her tone warm and genuine. âI didnât expect a visit from you, but Iâm glad you came.â
As they sat down together, sharing the food, Namjoon couldnât help but notice the way she laughed, the way her eyes sparkled when she spoke about the old days at the base. It was so easy to be around her, like nothing had changed.
But deep down, his heart was growing heavier. There was something he hadnât expected in this simple reunion: the realization that his feelings for her had grown stronger over time. They were no longer just admiration or respect. They were deeperâmore personal.
But what he didnât know was that she still saw him as nothing more than a friend.
A few days later, Namjoon found himself back at the military base, walking through the familiar halls, still reflecting on his visit with her. He didnât know what he was expecting to find, but he felt this lingering desire to see her again, to hear her voice and laugh.
As he passed a corner, he overheard voices from a nearby room. One of them was hers. He paused, his hand on the doorframe, unsure if he should continue listening. But something in him made him stay, drawn to the conversation unfolding behind the door.
âShe said yes,â the voice on the other side of the door said. It was a male voice, deep and familiar. Namjoonâs heart skipped a beat. âWeâre getting married. I canât wait to start our life together.â
Namjoonâs breath caught in his throat. He couldnât move. He couldnât speak.
But then her voice followed, calm and steady. âIâm glad. Iâve been waiting for this moment for a long time.â
The words were like a punch to his gut, the air in his lungs completely disappearing. She was engaged. She was already planning a future with someone else.
It wasnât just a blow to his heartâit was a revelation he hadnât prepared for. For all the moments they had shared, for all the time he had spent thinking about her, there was someone else in her life. Someone she had chosen. Someone who would get to stand by her side, someone who would be there in a way he never could.
Namjoon turned slowly, his heart heavy with the weight of what he had just overheard. It wasnât anger or jealousy, but a deep sadness. He had known, on some level, that this might happen. But hearing it out loud felt like a final blow.
He walked away quietly, the bag of food he had brought now feeling useless in his hands. He didnât know if he would ever be able to face her the same way again. His feelings had been laid bare in that moment, and now, he had to let them go.
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«Yoongi Scissorhands»
Synopsis: He was a shy and cute creation, but his inventor died before making him hands, leaving him with scissorhands. He hid in the dark until you met him, giving him a shelter and showing him he was deserving of love.
M. Yoongi x f. Reader
2.8K words.
Genre: Inspired by Edward Scissorhands (1990) | yander-ish.
Tags: Edward scissorhands au, fluff but at the same time dark, cute and sweet Yoongi, but possessive and obsessive Yoongi (don't let him fool you), sweet reader, naive Yoongi, dangerous Yoongi, he's too whipped for reader, insecurities, jealousy, codependency, cuteness, soft Yoongi and reader, very fluffy but very toxic, reader likes her space and Yoongi likes her space too, obsession, murder, smut, rough s3x, cunnilingus, somnophilia, infatuation.
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â⊠There are all kinds of scissors. And once there was even a man who had scissors for hands.â
You sighed rolling your eyes, you regret telling your mom that youâd help her sell her Avonïżœïżœïżœs products in the neighborhood. You needed the small sales commission, but no one bought anything from you.
This was frustrating, you already knocked all the doors of your neighborhood.
But then⊠you watched the gothic mansion on the hill from the side-view mirror of your car. The former owner died months ago of a heart attack, and since then, the castle looked abandoned. People say that the former owner was a creator, an artist that lived like a hermit.
You shrugged at your own thoughts, starting the car in the direction of the mansion. After all, curiosity always get the best of you.
You stood before the huge front door of the mansion castle-like, knocking the door and entering uninvited when you noticed that it was already opened.
âUhm⊠hello? Is anyone at home? I donât want to intrude but I have such good Avon products to show you!â You spoke out loudly, your customer-service smile wavered when the only sound that greet you was the echo of your voice.
You were about to turn around defeated until you heard steps in the second floor, making you grin with hope.
You wanted to at least sell one product today, and you were willing to do anything to achieve that, even if it involves literally intruding a strangerâs house and climbing their stairs.
The second floor looked like a huge studio, without rooms, just an empty and big space with canvas everywhere.
You narrowed your eyes when you saw a figure hiding in a dark corner, almost as if they were scared of you.
Your brows knitted, but that didnât stop you from trying to charm the stranger with your customer-service smile.
âOh, hello there! Sorry to intrude in your house, I just want to-â
You stopped mid-sentence by a scream of horror. In front of you stood a man with Scissorhands.
Fucking Scissorhands. You didnât believe your eyes.
The pale boy flinched at your scream, widening his eyes and taking some steps back. His shoulders were a bit shrugged, and you noticed him hiding his Scissorhands behind his back.
A pang of guilt squeezes your chest, you didnât mean to make him feel bad about himself.
âOh my god, Iâm so sorry for my reaction, I didnât mean to scare you. Iâm y/n, nice to meet you!â You smile wide again, trying not to waver this time.
The boy tilted his head to the side, like a confused puppy. If you say you didnât melt by his cuteness, youâd be a liar.
âBut Iâm the one whoâs scary,â he mutters softly, with his cat eyes looking at you with curiosity.
He was so pretty that it took your breath away. His raven and long hair boost his beautiful pale face. He was all dressed in black, goth alike, but his behavior was like that of a puppy.
And well, his Scissorhands were intimidating, but you stopped feeling scared when you realized he was harmless.
âYouâre not scary at all, you look very nice to me. Youâre just a little bit different, but thereâs nothing wrong with that!â You grinned crinkling your eyes, you were trying your best to make him feel comfortable.
The boy returned your gesture, with a soft smile that bared his gums prettily.
You came here trying to be charming not charmed.
You watched your surroundings again, noticing that this place looked so abandoned and desolated.
âYou live here alone?â You asked cautiously, watching his every expression.
He pouted with a sad nod.
âYes, my creator left me without having finished my hands.â He said with a deep sigh, watching his scissors for hands.
He said left, not died.
You felt that pang of pity again, he looked so alone and hurt. Maybe you could⊠help him?
âI can⊠I can take care of you for a couple of weeks, to help you find a job and a place to live in the neighborhood.â
The boy blinked shocked, pointing a finger-blade to himself.
âMe? Youâll help me?â
âYes,â you said smiling softly. âWhatâs your name?â
âYoongi,â the gothic boy smiled with stars in his pitch-black eyes, melting you again.
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âAll right,â you whispered, applying softly concealer under his watchful eyes. You felt his gaze heavy on you while youâre applying the Avon products.
He was still under your touch, his face inches from yours. You tried to ignore the hot knot in your belly by the closeness, but he made it difficult with those piercing and gentle eyes fixated on you.
You saw the next product that you havenât tried on him, a lip balm. The mischievous part of you made you use your finger to apply the product softly on his lips, and you heard him inhale sharp. You tried so hard to hide your smirk. His lips were so soft at the touch, so you pull your finger away quickly to stop your train of thoughts.
âAll done!â You singsong, acting like you didnât see his face falling when you pull yourself away from him.
You two grew closer the last couple of days, your family wasnât too eager of accommodating him, but when he offered himself to tend the house garden, turning it into a beautiful magazine-like garden, then they started to accept him.
You ignored the gossips of your nosy neighbors, happy to make Yoongi feel at home. Yoongi always did his best effort to please you, working as a hairdresser thanks to his hair cutting skills. You tried to be always around him, making sure that nobody take advantage of him. He was too naĂŻve and well-intentioned for his own good, so you do your best to protect him.
He always follows you like a lost puppy, and you tried to teach him how to be more independent, but even then, he will still follow you everywhere. Itâs like he needs to be around you, so you let him be for now.
Every morning he wakes up next to you on your bed even when he has his own bedroom, but again, you let him be. He cooks all of your food, and follows you when you went out to buy more products or sell to your neighbors. The townspeople say between whispers that the strange man was obsessed with you, but you pay them no attention, it was only gossips of ill-intentioned people.
It was so hard not to like him when he gives you one of his gummy smiles, or when he pulls your foot on top of his knee while trying so hard to tie your shoes, making you giggle at his serious and concentrated face. He was adorable, but⊠he also doesnât know much about boundaries.
You see, after the second week you stopped feeling comfortable with him waking up beside you on your bed, not when he was getting so close to you. The other day his chest was glued to your back and his face buried into your neck, you wouldnât bat an eye if it werenât for his bulge poking your ass. You told him to wake up on his own bed, but he didnât pay you attention, ignoring your request.
You started to get annoyed when he didnât stop following you around even when you ordered him to give you some personal space. But he just shrugged, playing dumb as if he didnât understand you at all.
Thatâs why you sneak away from him, having some space for yourself for a couple of hours before he caught you, and when he did it, itâs when you realized that something was off.
Yoongiâs eyes were crazed and his raven hair disheveled, he ran to you, wrapping his arms around your body and crying his heart out with relieve and fear. You were frozen, your limbs unmoving by the shock of his state.
âWhy did you hide from me! I thought you left me like he did!â He sobbed, his teary eyes broking your heart.
You ignored the pain you felt at his Scissorhands cutting the skin of your arms.
You let him sleep with you that night, and it was your first mistake, because after that he started to sleep with you every night, not taking no for an answer.
You felt trapped.
Your second mistake was to show yourself vulnerable in front of him. You were crying because the man that sells you the Avon products acted rude and cruel towards you, not wanting to sell you or your mom any more products at all.
Your face was buried in Yoongiâs neck, with his arms wrapped around you while you were sitting on his lap. Your eyelids felt heavy when he rocked softly and gently your body, humming a sweet song into your ear. Youâve never felt so cared for, maybe thatâs why you let yourself fall asleep into his arms that night, ignoring the feeling of lips brushing and mouthing your skin.
That was a moment of weakness, one that cost the rude manâs life. You screamed at the top of your lungs when you saw stains of blood covering half of Yoongiâs face, and the blood dripping from his Scissorhands were evidence enough of the crime he committed. His brows knitted with worry at your reaction, he wasnât good at dealing with your rejection.
âI did this for you, because he hurt you, and I love you too much and I donât want to see you sad.â He burst out with a trembling chin and a watering gaze.
Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, your blood ran cold, you were just shocked. You ignored him, walking past him, turning a deaf ear to his pleas and his heartbroken cries of your name.
Even though you acted tough, you were very weak for him, thatâs why you didnât tell the police that he murdered someone. You felt so ashamed of yourself, you didnât even know why you were doing this for literally a stranger that you just met a couple of weeks ago. It was just so stupid, you were stupid.
Since then, Yoongi showed you a side of him that was darker, opposite to his sweet and innocent persona. He was acting more possessive and territorial towards you, threating to kill any man that dares as much as talking to you. He didnât listen to your angry yells, simply staring at you as if you were a toddler throwing a tantrum, pissing you off even more. He was controlling, following you everywhere, you didnât have space for yourself.
And the worst part was that you were trapped, because you were scared of him hurting more people or your family, and you were worried that he would tell the police that he murdered someone and that you lied for him.
It was a loss-loss situation.
You hide yourself in your bathroom, sitting on the floor and crying your eyes out. The only moment that you have time for yourself, away from him, was in the bathroom. And you needed the space to shed some tears before facing your ugly reality again.
The sobs were getting louder and wrecking, you covered your mouth but your cries could still be heard outside the bathroom. You winced at your own loud outburst.
Yoongi knocked immediately the door.
âY/n are you okay? Can I come in?â He asked in a rushed tone, you know him well enough to sense his desperation.
You didnât say anything back, wanting him to suffer.
âY/n! Please open the door right now!â
This time he yelled at the other side of the door, you listened to his Scissorhands trying to turn the knob but failing, either way the door was locked. He hit the door hard, begging for you to open the door and shouting in anger when you simply ignored him.
Then there was an unsettling and deep silence, way too long for your like.
Until the door burst open, making you startled and scream.
Yoongiâs lips were curled down and his jaw clenched, it was the first time you see him this angry. His gaze was stern and his breath heavy, he walked towards you with long steps, and you flinched away cowering into the bathroomâs corner. His boots stopped before you, you made an effort to not look up and avoid his gaze. He squatted, growling when you still didnât meet his eyes.
You cried in pain when he used his Scissorhands to grab your chin making you look at him. You felt blood dropping from the wound. His ebony eyes widened, and his brows knitted in worry and anger.
âI donât want to hurt you, but you make it very hard.â He said with a pained grimace, as if the thought of hurting you wounded him more than you.
âGo back to your house Yoongi, I donât want you near me.â You pressed between teeth, fighting back tears of frustration.
Yoongi inhaled sharply, with hurt flashing his watery eyes. His lips wobbled and the tears stream like cascades to his chin, he didnât wipe them away, he only stared at you as if you just stabbed him.
You gulped hard at the sight, ignoring your heavy heart and avoiding his eyes, looking at the tiles of the bathroom instead.
âIs it⊠because of my hands? I know theyâre ugly and sharp, but I promise not to hurt you with them.â He urged with a broken voice, coming closer to you, inches from your face and pushing you deeper into the corner. You felt trapped by him. He just didnât let you breathe, itâs all him, him and him everywhere you take a breath.
âItâs not your hands! I like them! Itâs just⊠you donât give me space and you go around killing people and thatâs not okay! Can you just have some common sense?â You barked against his face, panting with anger.
Yoongi looked like a kicked pup by your scolding.
âSense? âDonât know âbout that, âjust know that I like your-your space and I donât like bad people making you sad.â He whispered with a weak and soft voice, looking defeated.
You closed your eyes a second, the pang of guilt was too strong to bear. He didnât know any better, he was just naĂŻve.
You grabbed his face into your hands, stroking softly his cheeks with your thumbs, wiping the dry tears away. Yoongi sighed into your touch, with his lids heavy, staring piercingly at you.
You two stayed like that for a couple of minutes, until Yoongi pulled your wrists away, getting more closer to your face till your noses brushed.
âDo you forgive me?â He asked with a thin voice, his hot breath caressing your lips. You felt dizzy by his voice, scent and closeness, it felt like he was putting you under a spell.
You just nodded weakly, not wanting to utter a word and break the tension growing between you two.
His lips roamed until your jaw, brushing the skin and smiling against it, that was your only warning before he stands up pulling you with him, making you gasp and wrap your legs around his waist, he tried to not cut you with his Scissorhands.
You liked being carried by him as if you weight nothing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his raven and soft looks, his scent making you dizzy again.
He took you to his room, closing the door behind him with his foot. He tried to lay you down on his mattress, but you clung yourself around him tighter, not wanting to pull away from his warmth for even a second. Yoongi chuckled at your reaction, trying to lay you down again.
âLet go, pretty girl,â you melted at his words, letting go of him and lying on his bed. Yoongi smirked mischievous at your compliance.
One of his finger-blades caressed your cheek lovingly, your heart beat was wild against your ribcage. Yoongi proved to be very dangerous, but at the same time, very sweet and innocent. You didnât know what to think of him anymore.
âLet go of your thoughts, focus on me.â He ordered with a deep voice, his heavy gaze was watching your every expression, not missing your doubts.
You blinked surprised at his tone, but you smiled at him anyway.
Your legs were opened widely to make room for him, your toes curled at the feeling of his groin rubbing yours. You whimpered with your back arching at the feeling of his tongue lapping your neck like a starve dog, touching you everywhere like a possessed man. You ignored the pictures of you pinned to his wall, too busy moaning against his ear.
Heâs doing what he wanted to do the first time he saw you.

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â notes: hayyyyyy âșïžâșïžâșïž imy guys i was randomly hit with an overwhelming urge to write today feeling blessed lols i hope this is good. also tried capitalizing my works with sentence case so let me know if it eats?? anyways ily enjoy
Cutlery and glasses clinked around you, and people chatted loudly and happily, yet the only thing that jarred you from your abstracted silence was the feeling of a hand and cool, metal rings on your shoulder.
You turned around, curious as to who had snuck up behind you, and were greeted by the kind face of your economics professor. She was an older woman, dressed from head to toe in linen and cashmere and dripping with designer luxuries. She gave you a proud smile, which was all too telling of her past â her face was dappled with sun spots, and the deflated remnants of filler was visible in her cheeks.
Her aged hand was still on your shoulder, and gave it a tight squeeze of fondness. âCongratulations, [name]!â she said, referencing the blue folder on your lap and thick cardstock paper of achievement inside of it. âYouâve worked hard all semester, and if anybody deserves recognition, itâs you. Keep up the good work, alright?â she said, giving two light pats to the back of your shoulder as she finished speaking.
You gave her a grateful smile, and nodded agreeably. âI wonât disappoint you, professor. Thank you.â with that, she smiled at you again, and bid you goodbye as her attention was grabbed by somebody else. But just as soon as she had left, she was replaced, not by one older woman, but by three guys your age.
One of them, who replaced the professorâs spot and stood imposingly between your own chair and the adjacent one, was broad-shouldered and had soft blonde hair. His friend, the second guy, had slipped into the chair next to yours. His hair was a bright, electric blue, and there was something about his eyes that made you feel slightly uneasy. Something unnerving. And the third one, who had occupied the seat next to the blue haired one, looked younger, slightly lost. His wide brown eyes didnât seem to match the edge of his deep black mullet and face piercings. The blonde one let out a low whistle, and shook his head in disapproval.
âI guess thatâs what happens when you spend too much time in the sunâŠwhat a shame.â he tsked, staring in the direction of your now-laughing professor as she walked away with her colleague.
âIâm sorry?â you ask, furrowing your eyebrows at the unprovoked comment.
He looks back down at you, and you meet his eyes for the first time. He looks like somebody you would want to trust. Want to. He shakes his head again, but this time more rapidly. âOh! God, iâm not talking about you, dear. Not at all. Donât worry.â he explained, âI was talking about that woman that just walked away. I mean,â he scoffed, âYou can take the woman out of the sun, but..â
His backtracking incited a quiet snicker from the black haired guy, but the blue haired one just rolled his eyes. âNamjoon, thatâs rude. Why do you have to say things like that?â he complained, shaking his head at his friend. The blonde one, presumably Namjoon, gave the blue haired guy a look that screamed âseriously?â, and seemed to move on.
âSo youâre smart?â the black haired boy chirped, looking eagerly in your direction as he stuck his head past his friend. Before you could answer, Namjoon spoke up again. âof course she is, Jungkook. Everybody here is smart. You donât get invited to deanâs luncheons if youâre not.â
The blue haired boy scoffs again. âClearly not everybody.â he quipped, rolling his eyes. âYou werenât even invited to this thing, you snuck in here to steal the food and hit on girls. Donât even try to deny it.â the black haired guy, clearly upset at being given away, retracted back into his seat, looking like a kicked puppy. Namjoon gave a short laugh. He put his hand on the back of your chair, and leaned down closer to you, so that he was speaking just above your ear. âJust think. This is what I deal with, all day, every day. Isnât that a shame, darling?â
Darling? How weird! Youâve known these people for maybe five minutes? You responded with a half-smile and a nod, praying that they would get the message and leave you the hell alone. The luncheon would be coming to a close soon, and it felt like you had a to-do list a mile long. All you wanted to do was get out of here and move on with your day.
Standing back up, he smiled cheekily at you. He was definitely trying something. You shifted in your seat, stretching your arms slightly, hoping to make obvious your disinterest and be set free from the bizarre conversation you found yourself a part of. Namjoon didnât miss it. âSoâŠâ he started, but paused, as he waited expectantly for you to introduce yourself.
â[Name].â
â[Name]. So, [name], are you busy tonight? You have any plans?â
You shook your head. ânot really, butââ
ââOh, good! Youâll come to our party, then. Right? Youâll come out and have a good time?â
You furrowed your eyebrows, looking at namjoon and the blue haired boy. The black haired boy was still there, but he was too engaged in eating a bowl of soup out of an intricate ceramic bowl to participate in the conversation. âI donât think so, iâve got homewoââ
ââDonât be difficult, [n/n]. If youâre at this luncheon thing, and if youâre not Jungkook, then your grades are good enough for you to miss one night of academics. Come on, weâre friends! Donât make us sad.â the blue haired boy coaxed, his uncanny gaze boring into your own baffled one.
You shook your head again. âSeriously, I shouldnât. I have other things to do tonight. Really.â namjoon scoffed, and leaned back down to look at you. â[Name]. Youâre telling me, that youâre going to reject a night out with your friends, and deny good drinks, and good music, and good memories, so you can stay in your stuffy little dorm, fold clothes, and read about molecules? During the prime of your life?â he said sardonically, barely holding back his smirk as he spoke.
Something inside of you changed, just for a minute, but it was strong enough to make you cave. Inhaling deeply, you gave in. âfine. Iâll think about it.â you said, feeling slightly gutless at how easily he got you to give in. How did that even happen? Namjoon didnât seem to care, though, and neither did the blue haired one. They both beamed happily at you. âSee? Thatâs all we wanted.â the blue haired one said, as if it were the easiest thing on earth.
âWell, Taehyung, we should probably get out of [name]âs hair. Iâd tell Jungkook too, but I donât think he even knows weâre here anymore. But we wouldnât want our new friend to get sick of us already, would we?â he asked his friend. Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jungkook. The calm one, the sassy one, and the one that gorged himself on bread rolls for ten minutes.
âCanât wait to see you later, darling.â Namjoon said happily, wrapping his arm around you for a brief moment before departing from his spot. âsee you soon, [n/n]!â Taehyung beamed as he got up. Jungkook, the last to notice his friends leaving, put down his napkin and gave you a smile â well, the best one he could give with his mouth full of bread â and ran to join his friends. And then, they were gone.
What the hell?

âI Donât know, Lyd,â you said into the phone, âI just donât really want to go. Iâm a busy person.â Lydia sighed again, for what seemed like the hundredth time in fifteen minutes. â[Name], I donât know how Iâm the only one who sees how great this is. I mean,â she pauses; you hear her shifting around in her seat, âsome handsome guys come and ask you to party with them, they call you darling, come on! What is there not to like?!â she exclaims.
You sigh. âit was just weird. Like-â you hesitate, unsure of how to explain your thoughts, âyeah, they asked, but like, they did it in a way that would have made it weird if I had kept saying no. You know?â
âI get what youâre saying, [n/n], but I think youâre reading too deep into it. The main point here is that you were personally invited by some handsome guys to a party tonight. Do you know the things that other girls would do for this? Do you know the things I would do for this? Youâre a lucky girl, [name].â
Maybe sheâs right. âI guess itâs not the worst idea.â you admit. âSee! Thatâs the spirit. 20 years from now, youâll be so glad you went out and enjoyed your youth.â Lydia said. You could hear her get up and start walking around. âItâs gonna be great. You can wear that new top you got, weâre gonna look amazing, and weâre gonna have an amazing time. And youâve got me all excited, so donât even think about backing out now!â she exclaimed.
You chuckled at her excitement. âAlright, fine. But you canât leave me this time, you got that? Or else Iâll have your head.â you warned, shuddering at the several times Lydia had left you hanging for over an hour after she had gotten drunk and wandered off. âmaâam, yes maâam!â she said, before giving a jubilant cheer and hanging up the phone.
Well, itâs set now. Your plans of room chores and food delivery were foiled. You tried to be excited, (but, how sad could you really be about missing out on laundry?) But something deep within you nagged at your gut, a part of you that you had only met a handful of times, and somehow it was always in the most precarious moments.
Things could only go so badâŠright?
#yandere bts#bts fanfic#yandere#yandere bts x reader#yandere x reader#jung hoseok#fanfic#bts#writer#kim namjoon#kim seokjin#min yoongi#park jimin#kim taehyung#jeon jungkook#yandere jeongguk#yay#inspired by frank ocean of course
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pairing: yandere! yoongi x f. reader
genre: smut || non-idol au || yandere
summary: yoongi just canât seem to get enough at the way you look at him; he really loves it, even if itâs a mix of fear and hatred.
word count: +4.5k
tags/warnings: áČá„ᄣᄣᄥŃá„g, non-con, ᄥá„á„á„g âŽrᄱgá„á„Čá„ïżœïżœá„Ą, sá„ᄱá„ČrŃá„g, á„ČáČá„rđŃá„á„ mᄱá„đŃá„á„ᄱá«, reader is scared to disappoint parents, wealthy!yoongi, heâs brutally mean (which is not cool), sub! reader, dom! yoongi, blackmail, mentions of bribing/corruption in a school & police, he lowkey sadistic
notes: another little story is on the works for jungkook and yoongi, unfortunately, i donât know when iâll finish though :â)
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Min Yoongi was exploring his ideas, much into thought about what else he could to make you notice him even more. Every time he would torment you, he would be captured by how stunning you looked, and that was just on you wearing one of the uniforms that was required by the school.
Yoongi knew it was something that he shouldn't do to someone he loved. Despite that, he knew it was his only way to place your attention on him. He didn't really mind doing what he did, he had nothing against you. Yoongi just had a huge crush on you. And you would learn in the future of how a 'huge crush' was a complete understatement. Yet, he found it lovely when you would look around the room to see if he was there. He adored that.
You knew about him, as your bully. The guy who over the year spent his time making fun of you, and the worst thing was no one ever stopped him. His actions repeated daily. Maybe because Yoongi was the happiest person alive when you would only place the spotlight on him. Dared the others to say anything. He knew your main focus was on him as soon as you entered the school building until the moment you left. But you weren't! Not one bit of glee in your body when you knew you had five days ahead of you that would make you want to stay home because of a certain boy.
You hated him, you didn't even know what you did wrong to make him center you and torture you throughout your highschool year. But whatever you could have done, you surely regretted it.
He would constantly threaten you. Telling you threats after threats: "listen or else..." However, you began to notice that Yoongi would always repeat the same threat over and over. That if you told anyone about what he was doing, he would treat you more worse. Of course you had been petrified of asking for help from your peers or professors. You didn't want to get on his bad side even more.
But you started believing that he wouldn't even be able to stand close to you after telling an adult, that a restraining order would do the trick. So you were going to tell an adult, the adult that was responsible of the school, and you did. You had informed the principle on your situation with Yoongi and what did they do, nothing. You waited for them to assure you he wouldn't try anything. But they didn't care, and didn't even attempt to do something about the situation. You recalled calling them useless hags the next day, when you had been spotted again by Yoongi. And yet again, at his reach.
There was other options...
You were too afraid to tell your parents. You didn't know why you would be, your parents would assist you, help you overcome the obstacle of Yoongi bullying you. They would take into consideration that you could not be bullied anymore, you had finally build up the courage you needed in order for you to tell them, today. However, at the end of the day your teacher assigned you to clean the classroom after school. Just the day you really needed to go home, to prepare and relax yourself before breaking the news to your parents.
But it didn't go as plan. The teacher had to leave the classroom and told you to do some cleaning, if you wanted extra credit. And who wouldn't want extra credit, you could still have enough time to prepare yourself, plus your parents wouldn't be home until later.
What you didn't know was that Yoongi had been planning to see you after school and to surprise his lovely kitten.
Yoongi took it far, very far.
You had been cleaning up the classroom muttering some curses to your teacher when you heard the door 'bang' as it shut close. You slightly jumped at the sudden unexpected noise. Quickly turning around, you saw Yoongi, in a harsh tone you told him that the teacher was around, and if he did anything they would definitely find out. You began to pour out profanities at him, making sure to make him understand how much hate you had for him. Shouting across the room that the outcome of anything he did, would surely result in punishment.
Yoongi couldn't hold back, a smile became visible on his lips. He spoke calmly, "I have enough money from my parents to keep the school quiet. Nobody cares of your well being, the staff was easily bribed, they even accepted the first offer I had given."
You cursed at him: "fuck you." Adding that you would tell your parents and that they would take it to the police, he grinned. Your mind was racing with thoughts of how to get out of the situation, out of the classroom.
Yoongi slowly made his way to you, hoping that you would just accept the fact that you were stuck with him. But you sure were stubborn. He had been so close to having you, to only to have you run towards the other side.
You were trying your best not to get stuck between him and the walls. To approach the door.
It was a game of cat and mouse between the both of you. You were the little mouse struggling to free yourself from the claws of the wicked cat.
Finally, Yoongi gave up on being so gentle on you. He had to admit, it was cute: how you tried your very best to avoid him, at all cost. It left him with one choice, his only decision was to tackle you, so he did.
Yoongi did what he had to do.
And so did you. You definitely weren't going to let him take advantage of you. You punched him, managing to get out of his aggressive grip, only for him to yell at you with a harsh tone to come back.
Yoongi and you both knew the truth, you weren't considering to ever come back to him. You were choosing your freedom, still, even if it came with the slight prospect of getting caught by him.
Running out the door with all the desperation you had; the desire to get the hell out of the school, more importantly away from any place that Yoongi was. You raced to find anyone, your mind and heart racing: Where are all the clubs today? They were always here or the staff? Anyone?
There was still that expectation in you, that you were going to get away Yoongi. "There!" You happily annoyed, you had spotted the teacher that told you to clean the classroom, you told her everything about Yoongi in a nutshell, explaining that Yoongi was still trying to do something to you.
Something that you didn't want at all, anticipating for her to hold you and to never let go, until you were safe and sound. And at the end of the day, Yoongi would be expelled from the school, the only way to make him disappear from your life.
To never see or hear about him again.
"Found you!" a voice said from behind. You recognized it right away, of course you did, the only male that called you by that nickname. The same male that had just attacked you.
You quickly stared at the teacher, assuming she would pull you behind her and shield you from Yoongi. You indicated her to do something, gesturing your hands to her.
The tears of anxiety started rolling down your checks, you held back the choked sobs that were daring to come out any second.
She just gazed at you. You waited for her to say something. Anything. You just wanted her to aid you by fleeing you from your situation. Despite what you saw in her eyes: the condolence and remorse. What she said was unexpected, her intense gaze fell to the floor, she whispered to him, "Take her quickly because it's making me feel pity."
That was it, that was enough to break you into pieces.
Your heart ached, your emotions mixed together. You felt completely confused and fearful, the realization had hit you with an unpleasant brunt.
It was always about the money. The wealth.
The teachers followed what the student said, in this case, Yoongi was the student with money all around him, the heir to his family's businesses. Everyone listened to the commands of the rich kidâ- the spoiled brat.
They were willing to turn a blind eye for Yoongi's 'ugly' demands.
You were lost in everything, mind racing with assumptions. Your eyes no longer had that gleam of hope in them, that optimism. It was long gone, no one is ever going to help you, neither are they going punish Yoongi for his actions.
Ever.
It was you against Yoongi's power, and that easily managed to get people on his side. You were certain that bribes were flooding the school, the lies that were kept in the dirt for specific reasons. Teachers ignoring stunts, like the ones Yoongi pulled on you, for their very own convenience.
You had completely forgotten of what he had told you earlier, how he had manage to keep the whole staff silent because of how he contributed to the school daily, with of course, the power and wealth he had from his family. You wished that you could've remembered, you would have made no excuse to stop running for the support from a teacher that was on his side, helping him. You should've just ran until you were out of the school, and out of his sight.
That would have definitely guaranteed your safety. Now it was just dissolved. Yoongi grabbed your sides, motioning that he was going to pick you up.
One more. Once more. One chance.
You fought against him, using all the strength that you had left. Begging the teacher to assist you, but you heard her heels click farther and farther away. Till there was nothing to hear, just his footsteps as he carried you away, back into the same direction.
Yoongi brought you to the same classroom that you had just been in. Where it all started. It was ironic that the classroom you were in had been the only class you didn't have Yoongi in. The class that made you feel secure and so sure of yourself.
Now, all you felt was horrified of what was going to become of you.
The room diffused with cries and yearns for someone to get Yoongi off you. You attempted pushing him off, but you were weak, you had used all your stability earlier. You just had to accept it. Yoongi spent that time responding back by muttering that you should 'shut the fuck up' or 'stop moving around'. It was getting on his nerves, he was an impatient man. Especially when it came to you, and dealing with your tantrum, when all he wanted was to fill you with cum.
And with his offspring.
That single thought had fractured any patience he had left. Yoongi couldn't hold it in; his hand straightened in the air as it fell down on your check with a great force. A red-hand mark was in-printed on your face. He slapped you, the action left you trembling. You were breaking down, bawling out completely, you closed your eyes lids shut.
Yoongi felt guilty, he didn't want to take these measures, like hurting you into giving him what he wanted. Exactly to how he just had. But he wanted and needed you at that moment. It was time that you learn his true intentions towards you.
Yoongi grabbed his belt and wrapped it around your hands. He sat on your legs, stopping any movement that you were doing that meant you could have a chance of escaping.
Yoongi saw his reflection on your eyes that were gleaming because of the tears that were pouring out. He had you in his arms. After every "little" debate you two had throughout the year, there you were, under him and ready for him to fuck with. Without no regrets of what he was doing. He giggled, "I've finally got you!"
In an instant your shirt was being unbuttoned by Yoongi, you wished you could swipe his disgusting smirk off his face. Was he really going to do it?
"Stay quiet, it'll be over soon."Â
Your shirt was grabbed roughly and thrown at a desk, it was exactly your desk. You could see your backpack, it was neatly placed on the corner of the desk, the complete opposite of how you were.
Your hair was messy, your tear-streaked face was slightly red as the batches of tears poured out, the room was overflowing with yelps that emerged from you and constant snickers from Yoongi.
Your legs were on either side of Yoongi, his body separated them so that you couldn't close them shut at all. Then you felt the slight tug at your bra, he unclasped it, and your breasts were let loose for his eyes to devour.
And soon his mouth did too.
His thumbs played with one nipple by pulling it and flicking it, while his tongue licked the other. Yoongi had managed to make you let out a slight whine, it was something you weren't used to at all therefore feeling it for the first time had made it difficult to hold back sounds.
You paid attention to the undergarment that laid on the floor as Yoongi's shirt landed right on top of your bra. His hand snuck into your skirt, "I love your little skirt", his fingers raced against the hem of skirt and soon enough his fingers were rubbing your inner thighs.
His hands were cold and it made you shiver, especially when he was taking your panties off, sliding the material off you on to your ankles and then it was finally off. Yoongi gawked at they thing he desired for a long time, there it was, right in front of him, your pussy.
Yoongi's nose came into contact with your slit, giving it a long lick as he felt the sticky essence from your pussy get on his tongue. One of his hand squished your left breast, his other hand's digits caressed your cunt. In one motion your cunt sucked his fingers in, "Look at you sucking in my fingers", you squeaked at the sudden entrance. Repeated moans left your lips as Yoongi continued ramming his digits into you, he was enjoying every second of the view.
Your head was thrown back, eyes rolled back, your mouth wide opened to release your delightful moans of his fingers plunging themselves into you, your hands gripping onto the belt he trapped your hands in, and the sounds that came where his fingers met your pussy.
And before you could cum, his digits stopped moving and removed themselves. You were groaning at the fact that you felt a tense pain that wouldn't be let loose. You had been too into focus on the release that you failed to notice Yoongi pulling off his uniform, his fingers still wet because of your cunt, leaving marks on his clothes but he didn't mind. All he cared and was anticipating to do was plunge himself deep into your cunt.
To see you moaning, whining, and panting under him, and because of him and his cock. Yoongi would love to see what his mind was visualizing, and he was going to have it. Yoongi sure was spoiled, to have you laid on the floor, your pussy practically begging him to fuck you even though you didn't dare to utter a word.
Yoongi's cock was free as his last pair of clothing was out of the way. His hands spread your legs wider to see your little pussy sulking for his cock to enter you. His hands lifted themselves off yours inner thighs and onto your bosoms. Yoongi pressed them together and held them as he lowered his head to spectate where the two of you would connect.
Yoongi's flushed tip pressing against your folds, he moved his warm head up and down, spreading your wetness on your cunt, he hoped that it would assist in pushing himself in. "I'm bigger than average s-so", he mentioned, wedging his head into your cunt. A low moan slipped out of his mouth, his eyes rested on your expression, which was a painful one. Yoongi felt more blood rush to his cock, he pushed himself forcefully into your crimson walls, "Gosh you're such a turn on!" He groaned out.
A scream ran out of your parted lips and a following cry as well. You were in discomfort, afflicted by the feeling of something inside you, parting your walls apart. All Yoongi could do was be patient and hold back until you got used to his cock filling you up.
Yoongi stayed still, glancing at your stomach which you made you curiosity spark to see what he was so focused on. It was a bulge that showed that his cock was inside of you, it could be seen easily spotted. Yoongi hand reached out, patted the spot, and then pressed down on it. You felt an ache, and shows it by the wailing and the shedding of tears, you had started to get used to it but it still distressed your walls.
A few groans or 'fucks' escaped as he started jamming his cock harder, you still weeped. However, Yoongi had hit a perfect area that resulted in you letting out a loud whimper in return. He pounded into you with his all his force, your back arched in response. The sounds and smell had pervaded the room, your moans and whines or Yoongi's grunts and low whimpers could be heard.
The pace had gotten sloppier as Yoongi was close, you on the other hand, had already cummed on his cock. All you were waiting for now was for him to finish. His cock twitching before your walls were tainted with his cum, and you milked his dick again.
Yoongi thrusted a few more times, he made sure that you weren't on anything and that his sperm was spread throughout your insides enough for it to flourish into something.
He pulled out and pumped his cock a few times before slipping his fingers in your cunt, making sure his cum wouldn't be wasted and would be well kept in your pussy. He chose to ignore the small puddle of blood on the floor, grabbing a tissue in his backpack and cleaning it up, making sure you couldn't catch the crimson red that stained the white tissue. Hiding it in his pocket.
Yoongi was your first. You didn't want to, now here he was fixing you up while you processed everything that rushed throughout your mind. Your cheeks had dried tears on them. The scenes playing over and over in your head. Yoongi had taken your virginity, the boy you hated with your guts.
It wasn't exactly him taking it that frightened you, but the fact that you didn't want it.
"I'll drop you off at your parents, okay." He gripped your hand tightly, trying to gain your attention. You were too silent for his liking, it made him upset. Were you mad at him?
He planned on dropping you off, you had no ride and probably, didn't have the ability to walk home either. And it wasn't something Yoongi would let you do anyways. Yoongi didn't say anything and didn't do anything to you in the car ride. Nonetheless, he gazed from time to time, and if you would have turned to face him, you would have seen the concern in his eyes.
Yoongi was worried for you, he knew it must have been painful for you. He just kept manipulating his mind to believe that he had to do it or he would never be with you. You would never choose to be with him, and he couldn't let that happen.
You didn't tell them, your parents, they weren't even home the moment you arrived. Your mom worked late and your father did too, they tried making so much money, in order for you to live your life and study. Something they couldn't do. So you studied and did your best in everything. From completing every assignment, getting the best grades, and having over 90s in every class. And if you failed, even in the smallest way, you felt like a burden and you were scared of failing them.
So you stayed quiet. However, you forgot to buy something very important, and that mistake would cost you: your future.
You had told the school, they did nothing. So now you felt like no one was going to believe you. Especially since Yoongi had well explained to you that he had plenty of money to keep the whole staff silent, meaning that he had all the money to bribe the police as well.
So the only thing you had left was to keep silent and live on, maybe he won't bother you anymore. He won't follow you, or touch you either. Maybe all along, that's what he wanted. Something to stick his dick in.
Wrong.
Yoongi stayed by your side even more and instead of bullying you, he would only degrade you when didn't listen to him, he wanted you to skip classes to be with him and to keep you away from your classmates. Yoongi switched his seats, he sat next to you in all the classes, whispering to you about gross things, describing things that he wanted to do to you.
A complete nightmare.
On the other hand, you had been sick for days already, throwing up contents from last nights' dinner almost every morning. The only reason that came to mind was the stomach virus that was going around school, thinking that you probably had a weaker defense from sicknesses, so you caught it longer. It was awful.
You noticed that Yoongi had been acting weird around you lately, bringing you stuff, and to proof, bears or little love notes overcrowded your locker, leaving you with predictions that something bad was going to happen.
Soon enough it did.
You were pregnant. With his child.
It didn't make sense to you why you were throwing a whole tantrum, meanwhile he was all cheerful and relaxed, happy to know about this upcoming child. You found out after he specifically told you to take the test in the middle of the night. Yoongi had sneaked into your house, by your room window, after you mentioned you're sickness during the day. Knowing that your parents were a room away, he kept silent, and the first thing you noticed was the pharmacy bag. "You didn't use birth control...did you?" Was the first thing he whispered when both of your eyes met.
A severe panic inflicted inside you, worry that piled onto you: this couldn't be happening. You couldn't be pregnant with Yoongi's child. There was still a slight possibility that it was false.
You believed you weren't, you weren't suppose to get your period until a couple more days. Therefore, you were confident about the negative sign you would face and took the test, now here you are facing the consequences. The two red visible lines showing off the truth, after eight test and multiple pair of dark red lines, it was the same reason you were throwing up in the mornings.
The worst thing was when he told you that the both of you could raise the baby together. However, what angered you the most about his behavior was how calm he was. Especially when he mentioned that you should stop your education, that he could maintain both of you with his money, to become his wife and take care of his children.
What kind of life was that? No, you couldn't, and you wouldn't. You looked for something in your life, a profession that you would love. And that your parents would too. A career that made your parents proud, finishing highschool, heading to college, and later in life, obtaining a great job!
And this child wasn't going to help. Neither was Yoongi.
There was only one solution that came to your mind. You quickly proclaimed 'an abortion', it was the only way that you could actually live the life you wanted. Even as conflicted and horrible you felt for speaking briefly about it, you couldn't help it, you didn't want to have a child at your age.
You were still so young, had so many things left to experience, to do! A life you wanted to take slow and take your time with, every single moment of it, savoring it.
Yoongi observed you at the comment you spurred out. "Tsk- you've got to be kidding me", he studied you, to see if you would apologize, and you didn't. "You're a bitch." Yoongi couldn't believe that you didn't want to carry his child, he would give his everything to have you, but you couldn't do one thing in return for him. It destructed him. "Don't lie."
His words were the usual, and yet it was enough to know that he knew you, probably even better than you knew yourself. Of course you weren't able to do the abortion, but think about it, your future would go down the drain for the life inside of you. There would be not a lot of opportunities, Yoongi had made it clear and set on you being the house wife, no more.
However, the guilt accumulated, now you couldn't even think about the decision. Killing an innocent child, was it something you could do?
"No."
Yoongi held your hands as he blurted out the same word that was in your mind, and if you couldn't do an abortion. The rest of troubles would tumble down on you, like explaining to your parents on how you were gonna give birth to a child in the span of nine months.
ââshitââ
The small display of affection dispersed, Yoongi's grip compressed on your wrist, forcing your teary red eyes to look at him, meanwhile his own eyes have a glint of amusement in them.
That night was left with you cuddled in Yoongi's embrace, as he whispered 'things' that would make you have brand new batches of tear coat the dried ones on your cheeks, you just wanted to sleep.
In the end, his hand reached to your stomach, patting it carefully, a small peck landed on your forehead. "I love you", he continued telling you how much he loved you and the baby, "and always will." He deliberately tried to manipulate you.
But you knew better, his words were venom to someone's ears. Now you knew better than to fall for his devious schemes.
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Sweet Thing
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Summary: Sweet thing; mourning lamb. Believe him good or evil, or somewhere in between. He doesnât care, whatâs done is done.
warnings: dark yoongi, cults, religious themes, abuse of power, sex, mentions of virginity, corruption kink, mentions of mental health, manipulation, coercion, dead animals, blood, carcass. Can you tell I love a good sacrificial lamb theme
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You covered your mouth with your hands, your stomach churning and your dinner threatening to come back up.
You didnât mind the role you played here, enjoyed it even. Until it was time to clean up the mess left behind. Why make the ones who raise the lamb clean its remains? You looked at the table, watching the slow drip of blood fall onto the floor. The room is empty and dark; earlier it had been filled to the brim and bustling with followers. Everyone seemed to like watching the sacrifice, listening to the father rant and rave all night.
You swallowed, filling tears threatening to brim your eyes as you forced your body to approach the animalâs body.Â
You loved taking care of the animals. It was your job, along with a few of the other young girls and older women. Everyone had a job. Everyone in the fatherâs flock contributed. It was one of the many rules you had been presented when coming into their group. You had only been a part of the flock for about a year now, maybe a little less. It was hard to keep track without phones: no television, no internet, and no socializing with the outside world. Only the trusted members of fatherâs council could. There was a man that ran the organization's webpage, he had the only computer in the compound. The rest of the men that Father surrounded himself with also had phones, allowance to leave, and other perks for being more devoted, you supposed?Â
All you really knew was that you didnât, and likely never would have those kinds of gifts here. You were new, too young, and didnât know enough about fatherâs words. You werenât sure if you ever would. You liked it here, but it was confusing sometimes. Maybe you just needed to pay more attention.Â
You hadnât been looking for the word of father at the time. You had been heading home after another failed job interview. Anxiously waiting for the train home, watching the crowds of city goers weave around each other.Â
You didnât attend college, and your marks in school had never been the best. It was getting harder to find jobs to apply to now. No one wanted you. Not educated enough, and seemed to demure and slow to think in your interviews. At least, thatâs what one particularly rude man had told you at the end of one. You didnât even want to work, your family was pushing you. You couldnât make them understand what was happening inside you. You couldnât even explain it to yourself, let alone articulate the abstract happening in your head.Â
Your train was running late, you looked down at the folded flier in your hand. A man had practically forced you to take it from him. You were used to seeing it; crazy people out this time of night trying to recruit people to their schemes.
You unfold it, looking at the paper that spared little information on their group. Not a cult, they insisted with a laugh. An organization for those who felt lost, and needed help and guidance.Â
âWe take care of each other, weâre family.âÂ
There was a code hidden on the flier, if you could solve it you would gain access to their website. You went home that night, and two days later you had solved it. Not long after you found yourself wandering out to meet with them. The rest had unfolded so fast, so smoothly. You pretend, as we often do. You were pretending to be an ignorant cynic. Terrified of waiting, or wanting something that you may never get. Daring to dream for anything more than what was on the platter life presented to you at birth. You hardly noticed the change, and soon the remnants of your old life faded. Fatherâs words set in, rooted inside your being. You liked him, and everyone here. You had never heard of Fatherâs God, but you didnât mind turning to him just to have someone to take care of you.
You closed your eyes and scooped up the lamb, setting it in your wagon. You turned back to the blood smeared over the stone table and began to scrub.
It took a long time. Your arms felt like jelly and your back hurt from hunching over. It was washed and dry for the most part, but the past stains of blood remained. Faint traces left over from years of the same ceremony. You looked around the empty, dark room. Everyone else had left by now; your tasks always took the longest. The windows here were stained so dark even during daylight you couldnât tell if it was light or dark out. It was late though. Most of the candles stacked around the room had burnt out, a few stays remained flickering.
You stood up, giving a big stretch and turning back to the lamb's body. When you saw the dead little lamb you could feel yourself starting to cry again. Too wrapped up in your woes, you hardly noticed the gentle click of the roomâs door closing. Soft footsteps slowly make their way towards you. A comforting hand brushed against your back, murmuring slowly about how your tears should be of joy. Their sacrifice would make your life better, this would lay yet another small stepping stone to the future Father was building for everyone here.
The voice, so smooth and quiet, you recognized. Min Yoongi, a man you had never spoken to before about a month ago. He seemed to be good friends with father and was one of the higher-ranking members of the organization. He had taken notice of you on one of his many walks through the meadows you and the other girls watched over the lamb. He had come, snaking through the thick grass and wildflower, stopping just to look down at you. Asked about how much you liked the animals, made small talk, and came back every day afterward to keep talking.
It was odd at first. You were never sure of what to say or do in his presence. He seemed a bit untouchable during the rare moments you caught sight of him. Standing up there with father, and six other men. Men who felt like gods at his side. But he was persistent, and he liked you.Â
âWeâve talked about thisâ he smiled at you, his thumb tracing your cheek to push the tears aside. You nodded, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. âDid you miss me?â He asks, his smile a bit cheeky as he waits for you to nod. You do. You missed him the past few days and have grown used to his presence. You werenât sure about the feelings you held for him though. It was confusing, as was everything else in your head. But you liked him, liked the way he would kiss you just out of sight of everyone else. How he would guide you to his room some nights and spend hours basking upon you.
Yoongi moves in to kiss you, to which you meet him and return it. He smiles again, âhave you thought about what I said the last time we met?â
You hesitantly nod. âIâm just not sureâŠI mean, father wouldnât be happy if we were caught, right?â
Yoongi scoffs, laughing a bit as he looks around. âBaby, he doesnât care what I do.âÂ
âAnd what about what I do?â You frown. You hated the way Yoongi could insinuate that he was above everyone else. Maybe he was, maybe father didnât care what he and the other higher ranks did. Maybe they were favored, you just didn't want to think about it. But there were rules. Rules everyone here was expected to follow. Did father rules apply to him, you wondered for another moment. He would decide who got together for marriage; God would tell him. But, did it matter if it was him? Did it matter to who he chose to be close to?Â
Would Yoongi marry you?
You looked up at him when he stood, peering through your eyelashes nervously. You liked Yoongi, he made it hard not to like him.Â
âJust lay down here, come on.â He coaxed. Yoongi wet his lips, his eyes fixed on you. He wanted you. Wanted more than kissing and holding you, he was getting bored of it. He wanted you to lay back for him, let his hands roam your body, peel back your clothing, and trace every soft inch of your skin.Â
Your will tetters and grows tighter as you lay back for him, finally snapping when he gives you one last reassuring smile. You try to relax, ignore the faint stain of lamb blood under you. âExciting, right?â He asked and you nodded, your stomach swirled with excitement for him and anxiety for the room surrounding you. You wanted him, you had never felt such an urge for someone before in your life. Guys never looked at you before, and when you joined Fatherâs word it was far from everyoneâs mind here. But Yoongi had been trying, peeling away every reserved and anxious layer on your body. He poked and prodded, his interest was never a secret.
He got close and kissed your cheek rather than your lips again. Then your jaw, just under your ear, then your neck. The way he moved, feverish but restrained, his breath hot and lips tracing your neck. He would stop and peck, and bite. It felt like he was trying to get to your throat, bite it open to listen to your secrets and hushed words spill out. Everything goes blurry when you experience him, you arenât sure why or how. You wanted him, but here? Your eyes scan the room again. A sacred place like this, laying on the same table the pierced lamb on. Yoongi wanted it to be here, were you his lamb now?Â
You unbutton your blouse for him, growing meek under his hard stare. His hands are cold as they run up your ribs, stopping just at your breast.Â
Yoongi's breath hitched in excitement. How long had it been since heâd been with someone? A few months maybe. While you, he knew, had never been with anyone. He wouldn't admit aloud that that was what attracted him to you. The meek, reserved vibe you gave off. He liked women like that, he liked walking the fields and searching for his next.Â
He loved it. Watching you shrink under him, turn away, try to cover yourself up in embarrassment under his hungry eye. The noises you made, noises you likely hadnât made before. Your legs around him, pulling him closer. His hips pressed against yours, how eager you are, how you would look back at him.Â
âThank me for picking you. Come on say it again, thank me.â His breath hitched hearing your voice. So perfect for him at this moment.
âThank youâ you managed to get out between breathy moans. Your arms around him, tight and desperate to hold on. His face pressed into the crook of your neck. Teeth sinking into your skin, soft violent marks left in his wake.Â
Was it poetic in some odd way to be taken on an altar of sacrifice? Youâre head lulled back, your throat exposed for him to press hot kisses to and nip at. You looked up at the ceiling. The same stained panes of glass circled above you. The faint spears of moonlight leak in. The candles burned out as the seconds passed.Â
âMy sweet lamb.â He hissed, âSo perfect for me.â His body dropped closer to yours. His mouth latched to your shoulder sucking marks onto it. âYouâve been waiting for me to come, right?â His fingertips press into your hips, kneading the soft flesh, nails pricking your skin.Â
Was that all you were? An animal, standing alone in a clearing waiting for its mother to return. Fawns do that. A young doe placed among flowers to wait for her mother, or anyone really to return for it. Placid and waiting, like now. Waiting for him, or someone else? Your mother, when was the last you had seen her? Talked to her, was she waiting still? Did she know about you, what you were up to? Had she left or had someone taken you, you couldnât tell anymore. Your memories were blurry. How have you found your way here again?
What had you thought when you first met the recruiters? You couldnât remember. And when you were sentenced to the farm, slaving away for the lamb. Was that better than your old life at home? What had been your old life anyway? And him; what of him? When he walked the fields until finding you. You looked at him, and you knew he wasnât the one you were waiting on. But everything was cold, and warmth was warmth. Had you been left there, but by who? God? Fathers God, or God himself? What had he done to find you; why had you sat patiently waiting.
âSweet thing, little lambâ Yoongiâs breathless, eyes clouded as he looked down at you. Your chest rising and falling, your breath still trying to find you again. He gets off of you, but you take a second to lay there to soak up the feeling. Yoongi, how good he had felt, yet how much anxiety weighed your stomach. You could feel him on you, sticky against your inner thighs. Dripping from you, onto the altar. Thick and sticky, you would have to scrub the table off once more tonight.Â
Yoongi finishes fixing himself up and moves back to you. Standing over you, eyes piercing your being once again. He twirls a piece of your hair gently between his fingers. âSweet thingâ he grinned, more to himself than you. âFinish up here, Iâll see you tomorrow.â You feel him tilt your head towards him. His lips pressed against yours one last time. You watch him go, and the stark silence of the room rings in your ears.

What fear a man like him, and those around him brings upon those like you. A woman like you and the unfortunate circumstances thrust upon you in early childhood. You didnât want him to look at you anymore, and he could see it. In your eyes, he keeps looking. Eyes so dark, yet bright. You can see them, even through the thick darkness of the room. He was there when you spilled your first blood, and now your second. Standing, looking. No good, no evil, he was simply him; man, being, animal, serpent- whatever he was and would continue to be well after you.

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Synopsis- Yoongi tried his hardest to keep his crime life away from you, but some people really test him.
Pairing - Yandere! Dark! Mobster! Yoongi x AFAB! Reader
Featuring - No one!
Word Count - Around 1k
Tags and Warnings - Death, Murder, Fluff, Slight Gaslighting
Authors Note - Just something small I was working on. I believe I want to do more one offs since Iâm offically done with school for the summer.
A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!
Staring at your reflection in the mirror you could only feel some sense of remorse. Mourning for the old person you were before you met him. Now you wore light makeup and put on dresses that hugged your body.
You would have never seen yourself looking like this if not for him.
The vanity was littered with photos he took of you and ones you took of him alike. He consumed your every waking thought and every hour. Even finding yourself trying to keep busy instead of sadly waiting for him to get home.
However today he wanted you with him. It was rare that you were allowed to go with him when he talked business. To be honest it just felt good being able to be with him and not just within his home.
You smiled at yourself before getting up and heading downstairs to see your boyfriend looking at his phone, a focused look on his face. âYou look so hot like that.â You say walking past him and into the kitchen. You grabbed a box of cereal and poured it into a bowl.
Yoongi snickered looking at you. âMhmm, and I love it when you get dressed up for me,â he says resting his hands on your hips as you pour milk into your cereal. You could feel your face heat up before his head rested on the small of your neck. He kissed it, taking in a deep shiff of your natural smell. âI love it when you wear this scent.â
âAw stop it, you know I do it for you Yoongs.â You say turning to the side to place a small peck on his lips.
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With his hand on your thigh and your head on his shoulder, you couldn't help but be more bored with the droning talk of deals and territories. You popped on and off your phone case, as Yoongis's voice rumbled in your ears.
âYoongi, mâ ready to goâŠâ You mumble, head-turning into his chest. Your boyfriend lets out a sigh before leaning over to kiss the crown of your head.
âJust a few more moments alright, then we can do whatever you want sweetheart,â Yoongi promised into your hair. You could tell the man he was talking to was becoming more agitated by your presence.
The man groans, Yoongi lifts his head to look at the man, his face is stern. âAre we gonna do business or not? I don't see why your girl has to be here.â The man complained. Yoongis eyebrow twitched at that. âShe's being a fucking distraction, and I came to talk business. Are we doing the drop or what?â
You were slightly offended by the man's comments. You liked being around Yoongi, and he liked having you around for once. You didn't see why he had to be so negative.
Yoongi leans forward resting his elbows on his knees as he looks at the man. âYou don't have enough respect for her, so you don't respect me, or my fucking business. So don't come at me talking about business.â Yoongi retorted raising his voice at the man. You were grateful for a man who would defend your honor.
âDude you're all up in he-â
âApologize.â
âWhat?â
Yoongi grabs your chin making you look at the man. You groan at the feeling, cheeks pressed in by his fingers. âApologize to her,â Yoongi said, face showing little to no expression. You could see in his other hand, his gun rested casually. Thumb brushed against the barrel, an engraving of your name in gold. He got it done for your two-month anniversary. âOr you could get your brains blown out. I donât care for either option.â
The man quickly begins to speak. âI'm sorry, Ma'am I'm very sorry.â Yoongi turns to look at you.
âAnd what do you say?â
âT-Thank yo-â But you cut off with a loud bang. And then your own loud scream.
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Yoongi had planned a dinner later on in the car. Mainly as an apology for killing the man in front of you. Especially after he realized how shocked you were looking at the body afterward. Youâd never been that close to that side of his life anymore.
You leaned on the island watching as he moved. His hand moved the wooden spoon gracefully as he sauteed the beef tips and potatoes. Your stomach groaned at the smell, however, his cooking always smelled this good.
âYoongi, can I at least taste the seasoning you used?â You plead, doing your best puppy dog eyes for him. He only let out a chuckle, passing you a small bowl of beef tips with potatoes. You took a fork and began to eat, humming at the flavor. âYouâre always such an amazing cook. Thank you⊠I know I usually cook but I appreciate the break baby.â
âI didnât want you to have to worry about anything tonight. I want you to rest your nerves and chill out. It's the least I can do as an apology.â He says setting aside the finished entree. He turned to look at you, a genuine expression on his face. âI promised to not kill anyone in front of you when I first got you, and I broke that agreement over my anger.â
You practically swooned over that. He was so sweet in his own twisted way.
âI appreciate that so much. Maybe I should let you kill someone in front of me more oftenâ Yoongi chuckled at that and nodded smiling at you.
âNope, don't test it, baby.â
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