#yandere hoseok drabble

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Yandere BTS OT7 - Mistake

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. 

SUMMARY: You make a big mistake and now you deal with the consequences.

Check more: Masterlist.

OT7 x Female reader

WARNINGS: Implied Kidnapping.

AN: I really made Jimin the bad guy here, but I hope you guys like it 💖

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You hold your breath for a solid minute, staring at the door as it shakes.

The banging on the door progressively gets more violent as the loud commotion outside of the bathroom you just locked yourself in increases. 

The realization of what you did slowly starts to hit you. 

But you know very clearly how badly you’ve messed up. 

“Y/n! Open this door right now!” Hoseok and Jimin yell, angry voices mixing in. 

“Open it right fucking now!” 

“Don’t you dare ignore us!” 

You wince as a hard punch is thrown at the poor door, silently thanking the strong wood for withstanding the boys’s wrath. 

It’s the only thing keeping you safe from a horrible punishment, although you’re not stupid enough to think you can spend the rest of your life hidden in the bathroom.  

“What is going on here?” a new voice joins, overlapping over the rest of the angry voices, and you guess it’s Namjoon from the deep timbre. 

“Look at this, hyung! Y/n tried pushing Jimin down the stairs and now she’s locked herself in the bathroom.” 

You can practically see Namjoon’s brows rising in disbelief. 

The handle moves and upon realizing that the door is indeed locked shut, there’s a new knock on the door, although this one is much softer than the previous ones. 

“Y/n? Is this true?” he questions you, voice laced with disappointment. “Did you try to hurt Jimin?” 

Hot tears prickle your eyes as the struggle to hold them back proves itself to be worthless.

They’re gonna get so mad at you. They’re gonna hurt you.

“N-No.” 

“Liar!” Jimin cuts you off, and you jump at an unexpected fierce bang to the door. “I was trying to be nice and you fucking pushed me away!”

His explanation is twisted and it awakens flames of annoyance inside you. 

Jimin is not someone you would rank highly when it came to the boys, despite having no clear favorites amongst them.

You hate them all.

They’re all kidnappers, for all you care. But Jimin is particularly pushy when it comes to you and you hate him dearly for that. 

“You’re the liar!” you scream back, still maintaining a safe distance from the door. “You…Why don’t you tell the truth, you asshole?” 

You don’t wait for him to reply before continuing. 

“Namjoon, he tried slipping his hands underneath my shirt.” you sniff, cringing at the fresh memory of Jimin’s cold hands sneaking around your belly, starved to touch any inch of your skin. “He touched me, so I pushed him. He- I didn’t realize the stairs were so close, okay?” 

There’s a moment of silence. 

“Jimin-ah, why would you do that?” 

The muffled question from Jin has a light spark of hope igniting in you. Jin is one of the nicest, he’ll surely understand your situation. 

“I didn’t grope her! It was barely a touch!” 

“Jimin…” Namjoon sighs, clearly having doubts over the younger boy’s dubious explanation.  

“Hyung, I’m telling the truth! Y/n is the one lying!” Jimin argued back, his heated temper making his voice rise. “She’s just making excuses for the fact that she tried hurting me. She’s the one who went crazy on me and tried to shove me down the stairs.” 

“I didn’t-”

“She was probably hoping that I’d break my neck or something.” The malicious tone that Jimin uses upsets you. 

“I already said it was an accident!” you try to defend yourself.

“It didn’t look much like an accident.” Yoongi contradicts you. 

“Yeah, it really didn’t.” You shake your head at Jungkook’s words, feeling yourself getting slightly hysterical. 

You want to scream and shout. Of course they’re gonna take Jimin’s side. 

“It was an accident!” your voice is considerably aggravated, and it shows. “I didn’t mean to!” 

“Then come out.” Jimin challenges you. “What are you hiding for, if it was an accident?” 

You ignore him. 

The boys argue back and forth, with Jimin vehemently insisting it's all your fault against Jin and Taehyung, who try their best to minimize your actions. 

Finally, when the argument threatens to escalate into a fight, Namjoon intervenes.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, guys. There’s no point in fighting like this. Let’s solve the situation like adults.”

There’s a softer knock on the door. 

“Y/n? Can you please come out?” 

You don’t even think before throwing a loud no. 

“Sweetheart, please, we’re not gonna hurt you.” Jin tries.

“Speak for yourself.” Jimin’s voice isn’t low enough to go unheard, and the hair on your arms rises at the implicit threat.

“Jimin!” several boys hiss. 

“Baby, please, just come out!” Taehyung begs. "We can talk things out."

“Y/n, we just want to clear up the situation, okay?” Namjoon tries again, using a pacific tone. “No one is punishing you without having the whole story, I promise.” 

You shake your head, heart pounding in your ears as you walk further away from the door. You don’t believe him.

In the end, they’ll hurt you. You know that. 

Curling yourself into the small space next to the bathtub, you bury your face in your arms.

Any previous anger and energy you had is now fully drained, the seriousness of your situation making you dwell into a light depression. 

You’re tired. So fucking tired of them. 

They’ve turned you into a captive, took away all of your life choices, stripped you away from your freedom. All for a poor excuse of love, as they claimed it. 

Obsessed freaks, that’s what they truly are. 

You cover your ears with your hands, blocking away their circus of begging, threatening and bribing. 

You’re not opening the door. 

It takes less than an hour for them to finally get inside the bathroom. 

By then, you’re slightly more anxious, having cried all the tears you had and yet new ones are ready to spill when Jungkook and Jin’s combined strength finally breaks the door down. 

As already expected, Jimin is the first one to stride in, closely followed by the rest of the boys. 

But what scares you the most is the terrifyingly sly smirk that he dedicates you as he bends down. One of his hands grips your hair, aggressively pulling your head back as he leans down to whisper on your ear. 

“I don’t care what Namjoon hyung said before.” he says, “But you’re getting punished. We’ll see if you can even walk after what I’m about to do to you.”

[bangtaninborderland]

JHS - Twisted Feelings (15)

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Warning: themes of stalking.

A/N: it was my grandmas funeral today, I felt bad not posting. I’ll trying to get my shit together lol.

Ch.14 | MasterList | Ch.16

It had taken you twice as long to pack everything thanks to the continuous throbbing on your side and because you’d refused help. Hoseok had cancelled your Saturday session with Jungkook asking to do your Sunday session over video call.

You were thankful for the time it gave you to prepare for the move, all you had to do was find a moving company and everything was set. In all honesty you were excited about the prospect of a new apartment, it was significantly nicer than the one you had now but you couldn’t help feeling sentimental.

This was the first thing you had for yourself after leaving home. The first place you convinced a landlord to let you rent as an immature adult, the first place you’d brought a doormat for, the first place you’d had a taste of independence at.

It would be a place you missed but not a place you wished to return to.

You limped your way up the stairs, the thought of taking the elevator alone making your stomach churn uncomfortably. The halls were bare which wasn't weird for 8am on a Monday, with everyone either busy with a schedule or at home not yet being required to work. You still had 30 minutes until you were due to have your class with Hoseok which was definitely a blessing as you continued to hop your way to your ‘office’ with as little issue as possible.

“Yn?”

You nearly made, so nearly made it to relaxing in your comfortable chair for a little while before teaching all day. “Yes?”

You turn to find Jimin watching you, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine jimin-ssi.” You smiled through your teeth.

“Ah” he shook his head. “Taehyung and I already agreed on us all being Informal with each other, we are all the same age.”

“I know, I still want to be professional when it calls for it though. I just don’t want anyone thinking badly of me.” You admit, working around celebrities had meant you had to carry yourself differently least everyone suspect you to be fame hungry or whatever other accusation they could come up with. “Is everything okay?”

“I just noticed you were limping.” He gestured to your leg and you did all you could to stand straight.

“It’s fine.” You brush him off. “Just too much walking.”

“Are you sure? I don’t think I remember you being checked out after the elevator accident.” He frowns as though recalling the incident.

The last thing you want is to spend any more unnecessary time doing unprofessional things in your very professional workplace. “I promise i'm okay. I was fine afterwards, I was packing all weekend and overdid it. If it gets any worse I’ll go to the doctor for a check up.”

He sighs, thankfully giving up on the matter. “Okay, Hyung should be here soon. If you need anything Jungkookie and I are going to be practising in studio B. Come and find us whenever.”

“Thank you, I will do. Have a good practice.” You wave him off as you enter your office, grunting as your body slumps rather ungracefully into the chair.

You quickly organised the papers you needed for the day, finding Hoseoks folder and setting it out on the desk ready for whenever he came.

You felt your bag vibrate against your leg, reaching down to grab your phone.

No caller ID

You tried to think about who would be calling you, it wasn’t as though an abundance of people had your number but then again with the move you’d had to contact a few moving companies and of course your new landlord.

You picked up. “Hello?”

“Blue shirt, black dress pants, you have a limp… I guess you did get hurt in the elevator after all.” The voice was distorted, it sounded like somethi he straight from a horror movie.

You hung up quickly, stuffing the phone in your bag as you checked out of the small window.

Someone was watching you, someone was watching you and knew exactly what you were wearing…did they cause the elevator accident too?

“Hey.” Hoseok knocked on the door, making you jump. “Woah I’m sorry.” He takes a step back, hands up as a surrender.

“No no.” You quickly apologise, grabbing his folder and the extra pens you’d brought. “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.”

“You look scared, is everything okay?” He asks as he slides onto the chair opposite you.

“Yeah, I got lost in my own head, ignore me.” You laugh, pulling out the necessary worksheets. “I thought we could practice conversation today, it’s better if you learn the correct grammar for speaking rather than writing. Is that okay?”

“Whatever you think is best.” He agrees, taking a sip of his coffe before cleaning closer and giving you a full whiff of ‘expensive’.

You talked him through a few conversation starters, correcting him whenever he responded incorrectly before moving on to some vocabulary games, throwing in a few awful jokes along the way to make it a better experience for the rapper.

“You’re good at this.” He laughs out.

You can’t help but smile. “At what?”

“Making boring things fun. You don’t make me feel as though I can’t do it.” He explains sincerely.

“I’m happy to.” And you were, despite the fact it was your job it brought you joy. “Okay so just a few more vocabulary cards and then we will practice again and you can take a test.”

“I feel like im back in high school.” He sighs dramatically. “So much for graduating.”

“Actually, your cover of that graduation song was played at my school when we left.” You couldn’t help but recall the memory, a few of your classmates had gathered to do a little dance to it.

“Really?” He sat forward, eyes wide in surprise. “Did you listen?”

“I even danced to it.” You were fine embarrassing yourself if it made him laugh more.

“Wow.” He leans back. “I want to see.”

“Pass the test and I’ll ask my eomma to send me the video.” You shrug, sliding the paper over to him.

He looks at the paper. “What about the questions and vocabulary cards.”

“I’m making teaching fun.” You laugh, packing them away. “Good luck on your test.”

“I take it back, you are just like my high school English teacher.” He huffs playfully, picking up the pen.

He takes 25 minutes to completely finish, only asking for clarification on one question which was an improvement from your last few classes. You marked it quickly, his leg shaking in anticipation.

“So?” He asks the second you set the red pen down.

You fake a frown. “I guess I’ll text my eomma and ask.”

“Yes!” He shouts, slapping the table in excitement.

“You’ve done really well today, you should be proud of yourself. In between our classes you should listen to podcasts, YouTube videos, music, anything with English as much as possible. It may seem stupid if you can’t understand it all but I promise it is worth it.”

The timer goes off before you can give him any more ‘homework’.

“Thank you. Seriously, I had fun. I’ll try to do what you said.” He holds out his pinks. “Promise.”

“Very American.” You laugh, linking your pinky before pulling away. “Have you got a busy schedule today?”

“About 4 hours of dancing.” He groans. “And then just recording some more adlibs for the album.”

“I’m sure you’ll do amazing.” You give him a thumbs up as he opens the door.

“You’re welcome to come and watch if you have time, the staff are always there.” He offers.

“I’ll try and come by if I can, I was sent a few interviews to translate.” You explain, your love to watch them dance but you still didn’t feel as though it was your place. You didn’t want to seem overly comfortable when you’d only gotten the job because Hoseok had personally requested it. “You shouldn’t be late.”

“Of course not.” He checks his phone before frowning. “You’re right I should go, I’ll see you later if you’re still here when I get a break.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” You wait for the door to close before relaxing on your chair with a groan, your hands instantly wrapping around your hip as though to syphon the pain away.

It took you four hours and 45 minutes to completely every single interview that had been sent to you, in hindsight you probably should have procrastinated as much as you did but you couldn’t help it.

With work out of the way your mind drifted back to the earlier phone call, it was something you should report, you knew that.

You just didn’t want to worry anyone.

“Fuck.” You hiss, rummaging through your draw, finding the painkillers you’d put in there for emergencies and taking three.

Your phone buzzed, the screen flashing up with an email notification.

You click on it, guessing it was something work related only to notice the sender being unregistered and the text box empty.

Strange.

There’s an attachment at the end of the empty text box, your stomach twisted as you opened it. The screen now displays an image of you entering the building with the words “You’re easy to find.” edited across it.

“What the fuck.” You cuss to yourself. Taking a screenshot of both the image and the email before closing the app.

If this was happening because you were working with the members then why did it feel so personal?

“You’re still here?” You looked up to find Hoseok standing in the doorway, hair and face sweaty from dance practice. “I thought you would have come to see.”

“I really wanted to.” You explain. “I just had so much work to do.”

“I understand, it’s important and you don’t have to explain yourself to me.” He takes a few gulps of his water bottle. “Have you finished it all?”

“Yeah, finally.” You playfully swipe your forehead. “How was dance practice?”

He shrugs. “It was good.”

The conversation falls silent and for a few seconds you stare at each other before your phone buzzes with another notification.

Another email.

You can’t help but open it, despite how rude it may seem to be during a conversation your fingers itch to know what lies within the attachment.

It’s another image but this one had been taken days ago, one of you outside of the restaurant you had gone to with Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok.

“Hoseok?” You call out, turning your phone towards him.

He frowns as he takes the device, eyes going wide at the picture. “Is this the only one?”

“Of us? Yes.”

“And of you?” He asks, handing the phone back to you.

You contemplate lying but decide against it, you didn’t want to break the little trust you had. “I received another one earlier.”

He huffs shaking his head. “We need to take this to management, they may be able to have the email address tracked.”

“Okay let’s go.” You mumble, attempting to stand only for your leg to give out underneath you leaving you undignified as you fall to the floor.

“Shit.” Hoseok drops his water bottle as he reaches out to help you up. “Are you okay?”

“My hip.” You explain, using his body to support you. “It hurts.”

“Can I see?” He asks, resting your body against your desk.

You lift up your shirt, pushing the waistband of your pants down, a deep purple bruise scales your hip

“You have to get it checked, that looks awful.” He grabs your phone before wrapping an arm around your waist. “Lean on me, I’ll take you to the company doctor.”

You internally cringe at how another day has gone so wrong. “Okay, thank you.”

“What are friends for if not human crutches?” He laughs weakly carrying you both to the doctor.

Thankfully the room is close, the doctor rushing you in to sit on the hospital style bed. You explain what happened, answering all of his questions whilst he layers heat packs against your side.

“It’s not broken but you definitely have a hip pointer.” He explained, showing you similar images from a book. “It’s when you directly impact your hip causing bruising, pain, tenderness and it may impact your walking. You shouldn’t do much physical activity for at least a week.”

“It’s not bad.” You feel lighter knowing nothing had broken and all that could help was a little bit of rest. “Thank you for seeing me so fast.”

The doctor waves you off, giving you a prescription for some antibiotics as you left the office.

“Here let me help you back to your office.” Hoseok offers, wrapping his arm around you before you could contest against it. “I’m sorry we didn’t realise you were hurt.”

“It’s my own fault really, I pushed it too hard this weekend getting everything ready to move.” You hate the idea of him blaming himself for your own actions, you were a big girl and it was your responsibility.

He practically carried you back to your office despite your protests that it would do no good for him to be injured too only for him to shush you and insist on helping. Only when you were secured back in your seat did he drop onto the small couch in the corner. “I think you’ll have to attend a recording session tomorrow, there’s some producers coming from America and Nicole isn’t here.”

“I’ll check my schedule but I'm sure it will be on there if Nicole isn’t here.” You’d briefly met the other translator, she was kind but far too busy to make daily conversation with. You could see why they needed a secondary translator. “Don’t you have to record some things?”

“Ah.” He shakes his head. “We are going to wait until tomorrow so we can see what the producers say.”

“About the picture…” You start addressing the elephant in the room. “I think we should be careful about who we tell, I don’t understand how anyone would know where we were or what I was wearing unless they had been close to the building and possibly even had access. “I know inside leaks aren’t that uncommon.”

“It’s true but after years of experience it’s always best to tell management, if you can’t walk there I can call them and they will come here?” He offers.

Despite how cramped your tiny office would be you didn’t think you’d be able to manage another trip around the building so soon after having your hip poked and prodded at. “If you wouldn’t mind.”

He steps out of the room as he makes whatever phone call he needs to, returning a few seconds later. “They are coming down now.”

It’s relatively a quick affair, Sejin taking all the information from the email along with screenshots before explaining that he will take it to the HYBE security and protection team to have it investigated, finally explaining. “If you’re worried you should stay with someone else, a friend or family maybe. We ask that you don’t contact the police yet, we want to compile a full report before involving them.”

“Thank you Sejin-Ssi.” You nod respectfully in his direction as he leaves.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Hoseok jokes trying to lighten the mood. “If you’re finished for the day I can drop you home? We have been told to rest until the producers come by tomorrow.”

You soften at the offer but still can’t find it in your to accept. “Oh no it’s absolutely fine, I can just take a taxi or the bus. I doubt it’s safe for you to come to my apartment with all these pictures being taken.”

“Please? I feel awful that you’re in pain. I know how to go undetected.” He presses.

You consider it before giving in, it was daylight and he knew what he was doing. “Okay, only if you’re sure.”

“I am. Here, let me take that.” He grabs your bag, swinging it over his shoulder before once again offering you his arm to lean on. “One time Jungkook hurt his foot before a concert and afterwards he felt awful so we took turns carrying him around.”

You both make your way into the elevator, your heart picking up as memories from the accident flash through your mind. “Did it help him feel better?”

“Nope. Jin Hyung dropped him.” Hoseok snorts at the horrified look on your face. “It was fine, everyone was fussing around him. We got him onto the couch and Jin Hyung ordered his favourite foods.”

“It worked out then?” You ask, grinning as the elevator grows closer to the ground floor.

“Sort of?” He questions. “When Jin Hyung went to get some extra napkins Jungkook poured hot sauce over his food.”

“So it was payback?” You ask through a laugh.

He shakes his head as he grins. “Not at all, Jin Hyung had been plating up Namjoons food.”

The realisation dawns on you. “So let me get this right, Seokjin-ssi dropped Jungkook-ah and then as an apology brought him his favourite food. Jungkook sabotages Seokjin-ssi’ food but it was actually Namjoon-ssi’ food?”

He hums as he helps you out to the artist only car park. “Yep, but Taehyung-ah stole a bite and he is terrible with spicy food. He ended up knocking over a pitcher of water all over the dish Jungkook had wanted.”

You take a moment to laugh at that, the thought of a joke turning into absolute chaos around the dinner table. “So then what happened?”

“We all gave up, half of the meal was drenched in cold water, the other half was cold.” He chuckles as he unlocks his car and helps you in.

You wait until he starts the car to ask any more. “What did you eat?”

“Yoongi Hyung had ordered pizza as he didn’t want fried chicken so we stole it.” He laughs, carefully checking the street as he turns the car. “But Hyung is good, he ordered two pizzas.”

“You’ve known each other for a long time, I'm sure he probably can tell when it’s necessary.” Na-Rae has always been the same, knowing what you need before you do.

He shrugs. “I think we are all just synched. It’s a little scary how similar yet different we are.”

“Well clearly it works.” You point to the little picture resting in the back of his phone case, one of all seven of them at an award show.

He looks at you with a smile. “I guess it does. Put your address into my phone, I don’t know where im going.”

You punch in the address, the map on his phone displaying a 20 minute car journey.

The drive passes by as it had started, filled with never ending conversation and laughter. When you finally pulled up to your apartment you frowned to yourself, you didn’t want to journey nor the conversation to end. “Thank you for dropping me home.”

“Let me help you up.” He doesn’t give you a chance to argue before he is already opening your door, throwing your bag over his shower before helping you stand. “Does your building have an elevator?”

“Yeah, it's not fancy or anything though.” You explain.

You weren’t often a person who felt insecure but Hoseok was someone who had everything, whatever he owned, wore, ate, did was far more luxurious than anything you’d ever experienced. “Fancy is overrated.”

You push the broken elevator button, the machine loud as it carries you up to your floor. As soon as you step off the elevator you’re reaching for your keys, only to stop as you see your door open.

“Oh my god.” You rush over, forgetting the pain in your hip as you push it open.

You’re thankful Hoseok is there as you feel your eyes water. The apartment is wrecked, pictures of your friends and family had been smashed on the floor, the walls covered in paint and other substances you weren’t willing to touch, pillows torn open, furniture thrown across the room. Anything and everything that could be reached had been damaged.

“Come back out here.” Hoseok directs, pulling you into his arms as he dials the police.

You let yourself cry as he spoke to the operator, your heard pained with the acceptance that everything you’d worked for had been destroyed.

[forever-once-gone]

Day 4: Hoseok - Your cat, unfortunately, picks favourites </3

Part of the Love, Amour, Aur Pyaar drabble series for February! (what a joke lol)

Word count: 2.7k

Content and Warnings: soft? yandere au, gn! reader, Hobi dearest is an intruder, your cat loves you but loves Hoseok more, knives, threats, attempted murder (not to you), dark content, cleaning, too much cat talk, reader is mad like really mad, house break-ins, unsafe housing ig, I couldn't bare to make Hobi too evil in this even though I probably should have considering the context... but it's Hobi :(

Author's Note: Hi! Another one for you guys. You guys got this cause a few kind anons and @comingupwithacoolnameishard were nice enough to let me know that they would like me to continue posting this series. Which I'm so touched by. So this is dedicated to them! Thanks for being so kind dears! This is unedited as per the rules of this drabble series/challenge. Anyways, enjoy!

You would often hear the shuffling of your cat in the dead of night. The little guy would often run around your house with his heavy flops and little pitter-patter footfalls. It didn't wake you up when you first got him, when he was just a little kitten enjoying the various rooms and halls of your house. He was so small that you barely ever noticed him running around until he’d get bored of the emptiness (usually around 4:30 am, when the birds would begin to sing) and make his way back to your room to scream up at you from the floor, asking to be let back up into the comforts of the bed with you. Then he would purr right into your neck contently until he’d wake up with you at 7:30.

But with his growing age, he had become larger and more disruptive in the night. And more mischievous as well. In the dead of night, since the past 8-9 months or so, you’d been hearing clacking of dishes, cabinets, and doors. Auguste knew he wasn’t allowed on the countertops from when he was just a little kitten, fresh from the shelter, and he was good at not opposing you when it came to his limitations. He wouldn’t climb into cabinets like other cats did and he didn’t show any attempts of trying to sneak his way in either. But it seemed when you were asleep in your room, his confidence would rise and he’d begin breaking all the rules. Maybe he was going through his teenage rebellion phase.

Nonetheless, you were often now roused from your sleep to the sound of Auguste going wild downstairs. You’d pause for a second, straining your ears to hear whether the little man had gotten himself hurt or stuck in the cabinets, but when the sounds of his heavy walking around would resume, you’d relax, turn, and fall back asleep. You knew he was fine, as every early, early morning he’d still finish his little rebellious session by appearing at the side of your bed, meowing for you to pick him up and pull him into bed with you. At this age, he was more than capable of getting on the bed himself, but you think he’d made it part of his routine to have you, specifically, pull him into bed. Even if in the day he’d happily jump up and down from your bed as he pleased.

Maybe you’d spoiled him too much when he was a baby.

Only on the nights that he wouldn’t make it back to your room by 4:30 would you begin to worry that he had gotten himself trapped in a cabinet or something of the like. You’d wait no more than fifteen minutes before getting out of bed and calling from your door out into the hall for Auguste quietly, only getting louder as the time went on. But every single time, he’d trot up the stairs, calling back to you with his me-ah noises. He’d finally run up to you when he’d see you standing by the door, arms down stretching, ready to scoop him up. He’d circle your legs for a turn or two before flopping into your hands, gleefully accepting the kiss you placed between his ears with a small mmerp.

You’d reprimand him jokingly. Asking him what devious crimes he’d been up to only for him to purr as you tucked him under the covers beside you. It was funny though, even though you joked about his “devious crimes” the house was never really out of order when you’d wake up after his active nights. Okay, maybe some things were shifted, out of place, the paper towel holder an inch to the left of where you kept it, the wash cloth haphazardly thrown onto the sliver between the two sides of the sink, but nothing disturbed. Nothing broken, nothing ruined. It was like even in his most mischievous of moods he could never be too bad.

It was another such night when Auguste trampled around the house, creating the ruckus that would cause you to stir. When you checked the time, you saw that it was nearly 4 am. You looked around you, but couldn’t find Auguste. He must be downstairs messing around.

But that’s when you noticed just how cold it had gotten overnight. Even while bundled up in your duvet, you were still shivering. Was it supposed to get this cold tonight? It was barely even close to winter, this is too much. Your poor little cuddlebug was probably freezing his paws off downstairs. If it was cold up here, it was probably freezing downstairs!

You managed to pull yourself out from the warmth of your bed thinking of your cat. You pulled a throw blanket that sat at the foot of your bed around your shoulders to try and protect your warmth. You tried to call for him, but just as you were about to, you heard a crashing sound from downstairs. 

You immediately startled, taking a step back before taking for the stairs, not even bothering to turn on the hallway light. You made it halfway down when you heard a noise coming from behind you. It grew louder and louder until it was right behind you. You just managed to jump to the side in the dark to barely make out Auguste sitting beside you on the step, his eyes practically the only part of his that you could see in the dark.

“Auguste?” The cat let out a meow in acknowledgement. “Aren’t you freezing?”

You scooped him up into your arms, under the blankets you had wrapped around yourself. He felt cold against you. Maybe it had gotten much too cold overnight. “Let’s go turn the heating on, hmm?”

Auguste only pulled his head out of the blanket in reply, looking out in front of the both of you, with only his head peeking out.

You hummed a little song as you made your way down the remaining steps. The thermostat was at the bottom of the stairs, right by the front door. With the moonlight streaming in from the window beside the door, you were able to locate the thermostat on the wall. You cranked the temperature up, and the furnace roared to life from below your feet.

“Let’s get back to bed, eh?” You pulled the blanket tighter around you with the arm not holding Auguste up. You pressed a kiss against his head, before turning back to the staircase. But when you turned to the stairs, you saw a faint yellowish light against the stairs that you hadn’t noticed before. Following the line of light, you saw the kitchen door cracked open, soft light making its way down the hall.

You must have left the light on earlier. Better turn it off before your electricity bill skyrockets. You pushed open the door and immediately froze.

There was a man.

A man.

In your kitchen.

Illuminated by the light from under the exhaust fan.

Wiping down the stove.

In your kitchen.

A man.

Auguste jumped from out of the blankets, landing with a thump on the ground before skittering over to the man. You wanted to grab him and run, but you couldn’t. You were frozen to your spot, watching your precious cat approach this stranger.

Auguste ran between the intruder’s legs, purring as he rubbed his face and body against his ankles. Between the various thoughts coursing through your head, you had one neuron notice that the man was wearing your guest slippers. Auguste bumped his head against the man’s leg, before meowing his grievances up at him.

The man just chuckled quietly, before whispering, “give me one second, Auguste. I’m almost done with the last of the cleaning.” He continued to wipe up the counters and stove for a few more seconds before finally rinsing the washcloth in the sink and putting it to the side to dry. In the same spot you always put it. By the window. Wait, why was the window open?

He washed his hands, drying his hands against his shirt before picking Auguste up. He pressed a kiss against his head, between his ears just as you do. “It’s getting late, shouldn’t you be running up to Y/n, hmm? Cuddling up to them? Making me all jealous?”

Auguste purred in his arms. You could see him moving Auguste around in his arms, bouncing him in his arms like a baby. “You should go up. Don’t want ‘em to come down and look for you, do you? What would we do if I was caught, hmm? Then I’d never be able to come and see the two of you?”

Auguste meowed up at him, pawing at the man’s face.

“You’re right. Maybe it’s time that I finally introduced myself to your parent. Then I could win them over and finally take both of you away with me.”

Auguste let out a disgruntled noise, before licking at the man’s cheek.

“Okay, okay,” the man relented. “I’ll move in instead, happy? Then all three of us can live happily ever together in this beautiful, clean house. Think you could cuddle up to me when I come over for the first time when they invite me over for the first time? If they think you just instantly loved me, then I might win them over even quicker!” The man laughed quietly. 

“You, me, and—” he turned around and locked eyes with you. “—Y/n.”

The two of you stared at each other. Both frozen in place as if your bones and flesh had turned into marble. Auguste looked between the two of you, seemingly confused. He began to fidget in the man’s arms, causing the man’s arms to tighten around him. Auguste let out a frustrated hiss before the man jumped, releasing him from his arms and finally pressing play on the two of you.

“Y/n, I can explain—” 

“Who the hell are you?” You demanded.

“I’m, um, I’m…” His hands balled into fists as he shifted from foot to foot. Almost like he wanted to run away.

“Your name,” you stressed, taking a step into the kitchen from the doorframe. “I’m asking for your name.”

His lips were pursed together. “I don’t, um… I don’t think I’m supposed to tell you that…”

You raised your eyebrows, an incredulous scoff passing through you. “But you’re supposed to be in my house?”

The man could see your expression even though his shadow was covering you, but even if he couldn’t, your tone made it clear that you weren’t happy.

“I was… just cleaning.”

“Oh! Just cleaning? Oh that makes it so much better. Now I’m not concerned at all with this stranger standing in my kitchen!”

He winced. The man knew he’d said the wrong thing.

You moved to grab a knife from the knife block near you, pointing it at him with both hands. With your hands preoccupied, the blanket had fallen from your shoulders, pooling at your feet, just missing Auguste. “You have five seconds to tell me your name and why you’re here before I kill you.”

The man’s eyes widened, slowly raising his hands in alarm. Why is it that he was in your house uninvited, but he felt like the one who needed to call the cops? “Uh, come on, Y/n. We don’t have to go that far,” he tried.

Your eyes darkened, taking another step towards the man. “Don’t say my name. Don’t you fucking dare say my name.”

The man backed up until he was pressed against the counter, his hands coming back to steady himself. You continued closer to him, until you had the tip of the blade pressed against his adam's apple.

“Tell me your name before I slit your throat!” you screamed at him, eyes crazed.

“Fine! Fine, my name is Jung Hoseok. I met you once, at a bar.” Hoseok had turned his head slightly away from your knife, eyes screwed tight. Hands clenching tightly to the counter for dear life.

“Who the fuck cares how I met you? All I care about is that I have a name to give the police when they come to collect your body!” You pulled the knife back and straightened your aim for his jugular. But just before you could bring the knife down on his flesh, your cat began meowing like crazy at your feet. 

He was on his hind legs, his front paws clawing at both your legs as he cried, wheezing his little heart out at the both of you. You’d never seen Auguste so stressed. You’d always kept him so happy.

You took a step back from his sharp claws, pulling your calf up to try and soothe the marks Auguste had scraped onto you.

You watched as Hoseok, given the room to move around freely now, scooped Auguste right up into his arms, pressing hisses to Auguste’s upset face.

“Hey there,” he sweetly spoke to your cat. “Now, now, your parent isn’t hurting me. It’s okay. Shhh, shhhhhh, it’s okay. They are just a bit surprised, okay? They won’t hurt me. See, I’m not hurt.” He raised his chin to show Auguste his neck. “See, I’m a-okay.” You watched Auguste relax in Hoseok’s hold, moving to lick all over his face as if he was trying to heal him.

“Now why don’t you ask your parent, not to kill me, hmm?”

You let out a disbelieving laugh. “Are you trying to use my cat to manipulate me?”

Hoseok just shook his head, Auguste still curled up in his arms purring. “No, just trying to get him to talk some sense into you.”

“You’re talking about a cat right now.” You brought the knife back up, pointing it at him as he took a step forward. Auguste immediately straightened up, hissing at you.

“Did–Did you just hiss at me?!” You asked your cat, only for him to swipe at you with his claws. Even though you were out of reach for him to scratch you, the damage had already been done. “You’re choosing the intruder over me?!”

Auguste hissed at you again.

Hoseok laughed sweetly, too sweetly for the fact that you had a knife aimed right at him while he had nothing to protect himself with. It only made your anger heighten. “Don’t you know, you’re talking to a cat right now?” he threw your words right back at you.

“Oh fuck off!” You moved to cut him with the knife, only for Auguste to hiss at you again, this time his claws actually landing on you, cutting open your forearm. “Auguste! What the hell?!” You dropped the knife, narrowly missing your foot as you stepped back in pain.

Hoseok gasped, pulling the cat back from you. “Auguste! You can’t do that to Y/n! No matter what they do to me, you don’t hit them!”

Auguste only made a smug sound as he stared at you from his place in Hoseok’s arms.

“What black magic did you do to him?! Why does he like you more than me? Why is he protecting you and not me!”

Hoseok immediately tried to reassure you. “Oh no, Y/n, you misunderstand! Our baby doesn’t pick favourites! He loves you just as much as he loves me. He only did that ‘cause you had a knife! Now that you put it down and he knows you won’t hurt me, he’s fine, see?” 

He held Auguste out into your face by his armpits. Auguste only stayed silent as he stared into your soul. He had never seemed so upset with you.

“Come on, Auguste,” he coaxed your cat, your baby into being kind to you. “Give them a kiss so they know you love them just as you love me.”

Auguste refused to lick you, but with some more of Hoseok’s sweet encouragement, he pressed the pads of his paw against the tip of your nose. Seemingly, the most affection he was willing to give you after you almost killed his second favourite person. Or maybe his first, you weren’t really sure if you were still number one in his eyes with the blatant aggression he’d shown you tonight on Hoseok’s behalf.

“See, Y/n.” Hoseok brought Auguste back against his check, only for him to instantly start purring again. “He doesn’t hate you. Do you, Auguste?”

You watched as Hoseok fussed over Auguste and how Auguste, in turn, revelled in his affection just like he always did with you.

You were never gonna be able to get rid of Hoseok now were you?

No you will not lol

In case you're wondering, Hoseok broke into your house by the window in the kitchen. Which is why it was open, and also why your house was getting so cold so quickly. Like yeah, the night was cold anyway, but it was made worse by him leaving the door open.

Auguste does love the two of you equally... at least that is what Hoseok thinks. But after Hoseok making it routine to come into your house to wipe the counters, sweep, reorganize your pantry, snoop through your things and watch you while you sleep, and give Auguste plenty of pets and give him company during his nightly walks around the house, he'd quickly become number one. But you were still a very close second.

Oh yeah, also, Auguste was not the one who was making all that noise the past 8 or 9 months, it was Hoseok. Auguste just inadvertently took the blame lol

Anyways, let me know if you enjoyed. Hearing what you guys think is why I post anything in the first place, so please do comment. It lets me know that I'm not wasting time posting my silly ramblings.

Take care!

[cybsoo2]

happy birthday hope

╰┈➤ synopsis — Hoseok has hope that you're finally beginning to share the same love he has for you. His birthday is a chance for a fresh start, but it doesn't exactly end up the way he wishes.

╰┈➤ pairing —yandere!j-hope x reader

╰┈➤ word count — 1.2k

╰┈➤ content warning — SPOILER!!! yandere behavior, poisoning

ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ; HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HOBI!! MY BIRTHDAY TWIN! AHHH I CAN’T WAIT TILL HE COMES BACK HOME!! (also this is a little late)

“Wake up, Hobi! Wake up!” A cheerful shout stirs him out of his sleep. Hoseok’s dreamland drifts away as he wakes up to reality. He blinks back the burden of sleep before opening his eyes to see the sun. 

You’re sitting at his side, leaning slightly over him. Your hair hangs over your smile, but Hobi can recognize the sweet sight even if he was blind in a black room.

“Happy birthday, Hobi!” Enthusiasm leaks from your lips and Hoseok can’t help but to bare his own grin in return. He reaches his hand up to expose your excitement, brushing your hair out of the way and cradling your cheek. He makes a move to hold you closer, but you brush him off and hop off the bed. “Didn’t you hear me?” You tilt your head the tiniest bit, amused by his dazed appearance. “I said it’s your birthday. Aren’t you excited?” 

Hoseok takes hold of the alarm clock on his nightstand and turns it to face him. The blinding blue numbers stare back at him: 12:01am. 

You chase the cold wind as you walk out of the room. Hoseok is quick to follow after snatching a blanket off the bed and winding it around you. The constricting cover wraps around you like a noose, but you hide the hurtful truth from him; keeping a smile on his face is your main motive at the moment. 

You take the steps in twos, an impatient air in your movements. You turn back to the boy that lags behind, taking his hand and tugging him towards you. Hoseok obeys so easily and lets you poke and prod at him until he sits still at the kitchen table with your hands held over his eyes. 

Hobi lifts his hand up, pulling apart your fingers to take a peek at whatever surprise stays hidden. You’re quick to grab his hands and place them properly in front of his face.

“Don’t peek,” you say sternly in his ear. “You’ll ruin the surprise before it’s ready.” Truthfully, Hobi isn’t too impatient to see the surprise, he only hoped you would hold his hand if he decided to trigger a little trouble. 

Hobi then submits to your scolding and continues playing the puppet in your play. It’s obvious you’ve got something important planned, with your tense touches and the haste words you hum. His head feels feverish from the burning blush that takes hold of him. He’s dizzy with delusions of what sweet surprise his sunshine has hidden behind her back. 

“Your eyes are still closed right?” Your voice is distant, crawling out of the corners of the kitchen. Hoseok hums in agreement and he hears your footsteps coming closer. You stop in front of him and he can picture exactly how you look in his head. A playful smile prying at your lips, the surprise held in your hands, and eyes that shine down on him like the sun. He starts to squirm in his seat at the sensation of you so near. A chill crawls up his spine. Your breath trails down his face, coming to stop at the shell of his ear.

“Sit still.” A stilted silence tumbles off his tongue. His muscles begin to melt at your words, leaving him a pathetic puddle in your palms. A selfish sound tells him to reach out and touch you; to take your hips and harvest the heat that falls off your body. Yet he keeps himself composed and lets you take the lead. He’s prayed too much for his passion to be shared by his soulmate and he won’t let his greed give it all away. 

You lay your lips upon his, giving him a taste of a kiss that could kill. It’s only a soft peck on his skin, yet Hoseok feels a fire that sets his body ablaze. A cold coat of icing also arrives on his lips. You’ve given him a tempting taste of a cake crafted just by you. When he licks his lips to swallow the sugar, he comes to the conclusion that it’s the second sweetest thing he’s ever tasted (Only narrowly falling behind the taste of your chaste kiss). He chases your lips, longing to take and take, until there’s nothing else left for his selfish soul.

“Ah, ah, ah,” You smirk down on him with a teasing tone. “Have a bite of the cake then I’ll give you anything you want.” You balance the cake in both arms and hold it out in front of him. “I worked hard to make it so the least you can do is try it.” 

A burning set of candles are placed on top and you stare at him with anxious eyes.

“So?” You look at him expectantly, “Make a wish already!” Your rushing words bring a little laugh out of him. 

“Why so excited? It’s not even your birthday.” He bites back his smile as he prepares to blow out the candles. Hoseok holds no hesitation when it comes to his birthday wish. A red rose-bud of hope burrows deep in his heart. A hope that you’re beginning to find a place in his home, and a place in his life. All the time spent tortured by your disdain was only a test of his love. Thoughts of a loving life with you tangle themselves into his last wish. 

With a soft smile that never left his lips, he blows out the flames. This loss of light brings an overwhelming darkness to the room. He scoots closer to you in his chair, keeping you company under the overhead light. You shuffle back a bit, instead grabbing the kitchen knife to cut the cake.

“What did you wish for?” You don’t look at him, only focusing on the action at hand. Hobi gazes upon you and falters before he answers. 

“...I wish everyday was as good as this one.” 

You give him a grin, then turn off to the side; hiding the smile that rots off your red lips and falls into a frown. Hiding the hands that shake when you watch him indulge in his innocence. 

He takes his first bite of the pretty pastry and never stops smiling as he does.

Hobi wishes he could savour this moment, to have it imprinted into his head. He wants to take snapshots of your smile and keep them close to his heart: he begs to have you bake for him every day in the future: but most importantly, he craves for your closeness. His hand comes forward clumsily, reaching for your arm, yet it only seems to fall flat. A new sense of confusion consumes him. He reaches out once again, holding out his hand for you to take, but a burden only brings him down. Almost in slow-motion, Hobi stumbles out of his seat and slumps onto the floor. He falls at your knees and forces himself to look up at you. His strength begins to slip as a pale poison pulls at his heartstrings. 

You peer down at the pathetic man fallen at your feet. The shadows suffocate the light, leaving a dusky darkness to sink into your skin. A sad smile takes shape as you see his eyelids slowly shut. You lean down and give him one last lingering kiss.

“Shh, go to sleep now.”  You whisper while he struggles to stay awake. His willpower begins to willow away as the darkness seeps back behind his eyes. As the lights go out, so does his love.

© cybsoo2 2024, all rights reserved

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bts poly!ot7 fic recs

main masterlist

· · ♡ · · tysm to the amazing creative minds of the writers for giving me sevaral moments of joy reading your creations

i´ll be constantly updating this list so make sure to check it out often for new recs ;)))

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love octagon? - this was just too funny to me fsdfhsd

lovesick - yandere ot7, soulmate au, stalking, harrasment, you got 7 soulmates you don´t know about the you deff know about you, this is an on going series, hopefully i´ll be updated soon bc i loved it

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Masterlist

Started: 12/02/24

Updated: 13/02/24

Bts materlist

Kim Namjoon

Coming soon.....

Kim Seokjin

Coming soon.....

Min Yoongi

Coming soon.....

Jung Hoseok

Coming soon.....

Park Jimin

Coming soon.....

Kim Taehyung

1. Orphic. (Taehyung x oc) (in the same universe)

Jeon Jungkook

1. Orphic.

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Sanctity Masterlist

Pairing(s); BTS OT7 x Reader

Genre/Themes; Vampire!AU, yandere!AU, horror, themes of the supernatural and mythology, historical topics, vampiric powers, religious themes, violence, romance

Rated; 18+ for swearing, violence/gore, toxic behavior including stalking, torture, and manipulation, future sexual themes. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

The world revolves around powerful, deadly creatures, their every whim catered to– vampires. Humans with rare blood types are kept in large Sanctuaries around the world, where they can be hand-picked by vampires and their covens to become live-in blood banks. Y/N, who had been trapped in a Sanctuary for ten years thanks to her ultra-rare blood type, is acutely aware of just how vicious vampires are. Though she wishes for freedom she once had when she was fifteen, if it came at the cost of being at the mercy of terrifying beings, she would remain within the halls of the Sanctuary forever.

  Covens as large as seven individual vampires are exceedingly hard to come by, especially an all-male coven. Brought together by their skewed views of reality, twisted minds, strong powers and connections, and blood-soaked pasts, seven vampires move to a new city in search of their perfect human to feed from. Though the town of Newport, Rhode Island, is sleepy, it holds a secret past, one that’s perfect to set the stage for a complicated, dark future. With a particular taste for the rarest types of blood, the coven discovers an acolyte with irresistible pull in a nearby Sanctuary– and they can’t wait to see what she can endure.

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MAIN STORY;

Find Sanctity on Ao3 and Wattpad, too!

Chapter One posted 10.3.24; 22.8k words

Teasers for Chapter One

DRABBLES;

coming soon! requests via ask box

EXTRAS;

Sanctity Playlist

Moodboards - Seokjin . Yoongi . Hoseok . Namjoon . Jimin . Taehyung . Jeongguk

My Pinterest

Rough character profiles

Tour of the setting

PREQUELS;

Marauder  Hoseok, coming soon!

Chiaroscuro Yoongi, coming soon!

Gilded Taehyung, coming soon!

Devotion Jimin, coming soon!

Taeja  Seokjin, coming soon!

Scarface Jeongguk,coming soon!

Hwando  Namjoon, coming soon!

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BTS Fic Recs ☆ Tumblr (i)

These are all available on tumblr as of April 2024. Some are likely crossposted on ao3 as well.

~Ao3 RECS HERE~ ~Recs (ii)~ ~Recs (iii)~

Almost all are complete works, those with “+” after WC are incomplete. Most are BTS x (F!)Reader.

Most of these are Mature or Explicit (usually because of smut) ~ mdni ~ italicized titles rated G or T ~ Please read responsibly

If any authors tagged here wish to be removed/untagged, please lmk! | Shoutout to @ggukkiereads who does an amazing job creating rec lists, which helped me find many of these fics

F2L = friends to lovers ; E2L = enemies to lovers ; FE2L = frenemies to lovers ; R2L = rivals to lovers ; BFB = best friend's brother ; BBF = brother's best friend etc

OT7/Multi

☆ BTS Reactions by @dreamescapeswriting | SFW + NSFW |

☆ BTS Scenarios by @btsjfans | SFW + NSFW |

☆ BTS Scenarios by @bulletproofwhalien | NSFW + SFW |

☆ BTS Scenarios by @salvejoon | SFW + NSFW |

☆ BTS Scenarios by @sunshine-and-bangtan | SFW + NSFW |

☆ Desperado Series by @heartbeatan | Mafia AU | PJM, JJK, KTH (in progress) | 60-160k(+) each

☆ The Company series by @btsmakesmehappy | Agent AU | 25-37k(+) each (in progress)

☆ Mafia BTS Reactions by @ninetailedfoxmanchi | Mafia AU (+Yandere AU) |

☆ #CodeBTS series by @yminie | Mafia AU | 1-12k each

Kim Namjoon

☆ The Ghost in Apartment 1403 series by @notsoguiltykpop | Ghost AU, Supernatural AU, Roommate AU? | ?k

☆ beauty & the bookworm by @jungshookz | E2L Library AU, Uni AU | 20k

☆ la vie en bonsai by @jungshookz | S2F2L Neighbours AU, Baker AU | 38k

☆ The Seven Nights series by @theunknowncryptid | SMAU, Mafia AU | 13k

☆ real magic by @heretobbtstrash | S2F2L Single Parent AU, Coffee Shop AU, Coworkers AU | 17k

Kim Seokjin

☆ {Unavailable}

Min Yoongi

☆ Take One by @untaemedqueen | Pornstar AU | 24k

☆ The Deal series by @untaemedqueen | Mafia AU | ?k

☆ suit & tie by @jungshookz | CEO AU, Office AU, Coworkers AU, PA AU | 21k + drabbles

☆ hellish by @jungshookz | E2L Demon AU, Roommate AU | 22k

☆ strike a chord by @snackhobi | S2L Pianist AU, Bar AU | 16k

☆ straight shooter by @snackhobi | F2L/E2L Cyberpunk AU, Dystopian AU | 14k

☆ devil with the mint hair series by @theharrowing | E2FWB Brother's BFF AU, Stoner AU | 11k+

☆ a wager of lords and love by @hisunshiine | S2L Historical AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 7k

☆ daechwita by @chemicalpink | Daechwita AU, Assassin AU | 10k

☆ stay by @luffles424 | Daechwita AU, Assassin AU | 3k

☆ daechwita by @se0kie | Daechwita AU | 4k

☆ make me proud by @moonscriptsx | Established Relationship AU, Canon Idol-verse | 6k

☆ by its cover by @kittae | S2L Cat Dad AU | 2k

☆ misfortunately, yours by @sor-vette | S2F2L Dark Fae AU, Dark Fantasy AU | 32k

☆ mixtape by @jungblue | F2L Uni AU, Radio AU | 15k

☆ cyberslut by @kimnjss | SMAU, Uni AU, Fboy AU | ?k

☆ alive aha fxck by @softyoongiionly | F2L Neighbours AU, Vampire AU | 43k

☆ a brew of wings by @inkedtae | S2F2L Dragon AU, Witch AU | 10k

☆ fury of their scales by @kpopisthereasonihavenolife | Dragon AU | 18k

☆ inheritance series by @jincherie | Hybrid AU | 21k

☆ tuxedo series by @whatifyoulivelikethat | Cat(-shifter?) AU, Roommates AU | ft JJK | 49k+

☆ Assuage series by @btsqualityy | Omegaverse AU, Werewolf AU | ?k

☆ show by @httpjeon | Pw/oP ft BTS | 2k

☆ drip by @here2bbtstrash | Pw/oP | 5k

Jung Hoseok

☆ midnight confessions by @snackhobi | BFF2L Coworkers AU, Office AU, Buzzfeed Unsolved AU | 27k

☆ the bride of ashmedai by @jeonggukingdom | Demon AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 13k

Park Jimin

☆ The Bird Cage series + The Lion's Den series by @untaemedqueen | S2L Mafia AU | ?k

☆ Set It Off series by @btsqualityy | Mafia AU | ?k

☆ the hunt by @httpjeon | Shifter AU, Fantasy AU | 8k

☆ lovebug by @httpjeon | Hybrid AU | 12k

Kim Taehyung

☆ Pied Piper by @untaemedqueen | Mafia AU, Established Relationship AU | 10k

☆ maybe i do series by @chateautae | Arranged Marriage AU, Chaebol AU, CEO AU | 410k + drabbles

☆ kinda hot by @kimnjss | BFF2L SMAU, Uni AU, Fboy AU | ?k

☆ nip it in the bud by @opaljm | Brother's BFF AU, Piercing AU | 10k

☆ heatwave series by @curly-bangtan | F2L Roommate AU | 12k

☆ under the covers by @jessikahathaway | Agent AU | 23k

Jeon Jungkook

☆ heavy lifting by @snackhobi | Coworkers AU | 13k

☆ Miss Vagabond by @bubblesuga | F2L Gamer AU | 8k

☆ blizzard by @curly-bangtan | S2L Roommates AU | 16k

☆ Sparkle by @btsmosphere | F2L Roommates AU | 3k

☆ Hands-On Learning series by @ladyartemesia | Uni AU | 5k

☆ kiss it better by @jincherie | Uni AU, Sports AU, Cheer AU | 12k

☆ ghosts just wanna have fun by @sugaxjpg | Ghost AU, Supernatural AU, Uni AU | ft MYG + KTH | 20k

☆ tell me your secrets (i'm all ears) by @jinpire | Uni AU, Hybrid AU | 7k

☆ under the bridge by @jincherie | Hybrid AU | 11k

☆ Swipe right by @ppersonna | BFF2L Tinder AU | 9k

☆ overtime by @cupofteaguk | CEO AU, Office AU, PA AU, Coworkers AU | 12k

☆ I won't stop you series by @imsarabum | Vampire AU, Fantasy AU, Office AU, Coworkers AU, CEO AU, PA AU | ?k

☆ life eternal by @jungkookiebus | Fae AU | 9k

☆ hotter than hell series by @chateautae | Demon AU | 136k

☆ Hellblazer series by @jungkookiebus | Demon AU, Constantine AU | ?k

☆ agent of love series by @ppersonna | SMAU, Agent AU | ?k+

☆ strawberry kisses series by @kimnjss | SMAU, Brother's BFF AU, Tinder AU | ?k

☆ drag me down (to hell) series by @kimvtae | Mafia AU, Single Parent AU | 58k (abandoned)

☆ Concealed Weapon by @gimmesumsuga | Mafia AU, Husband AU | 10k

☆ hate sex by @yeoreos | FWB Pw/oP | 4k

Overall Favourite Authors (If I recc'd all their works like I want to/more than I have, I'd have to make this series even longer >.<)

☆ @bonvoyagenoona's masterlist

☆ @chateautae's masterlist

☆ @flowerwrites06's masterlist

☆ @here2bbtstrash's masterlist

☆ @hollyhomburg's masterlist

☆ @icyhobi's masterlist

☆ @jungshookz's masterlist

☆ @justcallmenikki7's masterlist

☆ @kpopfanfictrash's masterlist

☆ @ladyartemesia's masterlist

☆ @luxekook's masterlist

☆ @magicalsalamander's masterlist

☆ @yminie's masterlist

☆ @yoonia's masterlist

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BTS fic recs: November 2023

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post to let them know that they’re appreciated 💜 And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | 💜 (*) | Dec (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, personal favorites = 💯.

Namjoon

⭐Friend or Fuck by @joonsmagicshop [8K] // knj x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 A drunken night leads to a good morning.

🗨️ I really liked this 🥺 Namjoon was just so sweet, caring and gentle with OC. Really loved it 👏🏾 but why, oh why did Jungkook have to cockblock them 😂 I wanted the smut alright! The build up was so good, I was slightly frustrated with the ending 🙈 yes I’m a slut for smut okay 🙈 I’m hoping for a part two ✌🏾🙏🏾💜

⭐Emotions of the Soul 💯by @oddinary4bts [36.6K] // knj x f.reader // idol!au, childhood/teenage lovers to s2l2l // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 When Namjoon reappears in your life after thirteen years of absence, you find yourself unsure of what he means to you, and of what you mean to him. Anxiety reigns over you, but will it be enough to drag you away from Kim Namjoon?

🗨️ This is another masterpiece from Ella! She is incredible at writing idol!au’s that just feels so goddamn natural and real 👏 The way Namjoon is written is just perfection and OC with her struggles, and they are goddamn human, yes – and that’s one of the beautiful parts in it!!! 😭I also reminded me of my own teenage breakup (gosh I was stupid back then, but not because of the breakup lol 😂). Anyway, please go and read it! As with everything Ella write, this is another to add to my favorites 💜

Seokjin

Nothing this month 😞

Yoongi

⭐Workaholic 💯by @hobiwonder [10K] // myg x f.reader // “‘strangers” to lovers (I don’t want to spoil!) // 🥵😂🥰

📝 Yoongi needs to relax and Hoseok has many tricks up his sleeve to make him. None of them Yoongi thought included hiring a hooker to pay him a visit one stormy night. 

🗨️ Wow okay, this was so freaking great! Like, what??? Incredible! A masterpiece! I really really loved it 🥺 everything was so fucking good, their chemistry, the tense build up ugh, so fucking good! 💯 ✨

⭐Little bit of your Heart by @yoongiofmine [wordcount loading…] // myg x f.reader, jjk x f.reader // exes!au, fwb!au // 🥵

📝 You had everything you could ever dream of; the career of your dreams as a music producer, the best friends you could ever wish for, and a exes-turned-friends-turned-fuck-buddies relationship with Min Yoongi. You knew you and Yoongi would never move past that and you were okay with it. Until a friend from your past comes back into your life, offering to give you everything you deserve, everything Yoongi couldn’t. Will Jungkook show you what you’ve been missing? Or will the new guy threaten Yoongi enough to do something about it? 

🗨️ Yes here we go a new series from Ella! ✨ Yoongi already seems so done with Jungkook and they have barely spoken 😂 looking forward to how that develops 🤭

⭐What the Moon Saw + Stolen Tides 💯by @violetsiren90 // myg x f.reader // non-idol!au, f2l // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 In the words of the great Stevie Nicks, "Time makes you bolder, even children get older, and I'm getting older too."

🗨️ This is just so fucking beautiful. Everything. About. It. Period. 😭 It is emotional, it is young love, and it is tender and loving - like, Yoongi is just so sweet. Their timing sucks, but thankfully Violet wrote a beautiful drabble to give the couple a lovely ending! 💜 Truly, please go read it, it is so good I was crying and felt so good after, it’s sweet – OKAY I’M SOFT I know.

Hoseok

⭐Flight 18 💯by @noona-la-la-la [9.5K] // jhs x f. reader // flight!au, idol!au // 🥵😂

📝 Korean Air Flight 18 leaves daily from Los Angeles traveling to Seoul.  You’ve taken this flight before, but this time you’ve got an irritating passenger in the neighboring seat.  Little did you know that he would end up giving you the ride of your life.

🗨️ This was just really really amazing; utterly funny (like I was laughing at certain points), so much sexual tension that evolves into satisfying smut 😗

Jimin

⭐The Airport Couple: P[ass]anger from Hell + Drabble 💯by @dovechim & @jimlingss [8K] // pjm x f.reader // e2l, frequent traveler jimin x tsa agent reader // 😂😂😂🥰

📝 As a TSA agent, you expect your job to be relatively easy, most passengers these days follow the rules to the T in order to avoid prolonging their custom checks. But not a certain Park Jimin, who seems to have a problem understanding what 100ml is, or the very simple fact that gadgets must be taken out of the bag, and bomb jokes are strictly off limits. Frequent traveller Park Jimin is your nemesis, but darn is he a cute one.

🗨️ This is just so fucking hilarious, don’t get me started. I laughed from beginning to end 😂 And it’s still as good as I remember, if not even better??? Like ✨ I’ve highlighted a few of my favorite parts from the fic. I don’t want to give too much away, but these lines are just so damn hilarious! Please go read it, it’s one of my faves 💯

⭐The Airport Couple: Park Jimin’s Cock[pit] 💯by @jimlingss & @dovechim [12K] // pjm x f.reader // pilot!au, bf2l, coworkers!au // 😂🥰🥵

📝 Talk about Angry Birds, and most people would immediately think of the mobile game app. But within your circle of friends, it stands for something else. It’s synonymous with Park Jimin, one of the most talented pilots from your batch who also just happens to have anger issues, or in other words, air rage. He is your best friend, but when you get teamed up with him as his co-pilot, you can only pray that things don’t go south… literally. 

🗨️ I remember reading this a few years ago, and I loved it then and I still do ✨ It is incredibly funny, has good banter and dialogue to match. The chemistry between reader and Jimin is just priceless, their friendship is just pure giggles 🥹 It’s also fluffy and will tug on your heartstrings in the best way possible. Just really, really good and definitely also one of my all-time favorites 💯💜

⭐Flowers & Sex by @7deadlysinsfics [4.5K] // pjm x f.reader // fwb, f2l au, pwp // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 You’re in need of a warm body and a good fuck. who better than your friend park jimin?

🗨️ Just really cute 🥺 Hoseok (readers ex in this) is a douche though, like why did she have to go back to him ugh 🥴 but I like how the story developed and reader realized her feelings after she took her ex back. Loved Jimin and how he gave her flowers 💐 he was so fucking cute 🥺🌸

⭐Heaven with You by @acc3ssdenied [4.7K] // pjm x f.reader // friends to ??? // 🥵

📝 All good things happen after 2 am - at least, that was what you believed. Whoever thought it was a good idea for a group of twelve young adults to play drunk truth or dare obviously agreed with you.

🗨️ Oh this was some filthy smut 🥵 And that kiss with Taehyung was downright slutty – a really good pwp 🥵

⭐Have some Respect by @chim-chimmie [4.2K] // pjm x f.reader // school/college!au, teacher!jimin // 🥵

📝 Your teacher Park Jimin has had enough of you disrespecting him, so he taught you a little lesson.

🗨️ Okay, okay, I know the teacher x student dynamic is a touchy subject, and not always well executed, but hear me out, alright. This was so freaking sinful, like my soul needs to take a shower now??? 🥵

⭐Rush by @bangtanfanfiction [4K] // pjm x f.reader // idol!jimin // 🥵🥰

📝 After not seeing your boyfriend for several weeks, his latest performance definitely made something in you snap. And at a award show of all things.

🗨️ A good pwp with smut that is 🔥

⭐How Long? by @jiminniethemarshmallow [4K] // pjm x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰

📝 No summary!

🗨️ I also remember reading this a few years ago and it’s still so fucking hot and filthy 🥵

⭐Turbulence by @yminie [9.3K] // pjm x f.reader // flight!au // 🥵🥰

📝 On your first flight the cute boy next to you helps to sooth your nerves, and on the second flight he soothes something else.

🗨️ Gosh, I remember reading this a few years back and I’ve actually read it multiple times, it’s just so incredible 👏🏾 the smut is freaking hot, and Jimin is just 🤯 well, he’s being a sweet fluffball, but then a smexy God 🥵 like wtf! The duality is insane! One of my favorites and I’m looking forward to rereading part two ✨💜

⭐Accelerate by @yminie [8.9K] // pjm x f.reader // flight!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Jimin comes to retrieve his jacket on the condition that you then accompany him for dinner, and you can bet he satiates every hunger.

🗨️ I haven’t re-read this yet – but I remember I loved it 💜(I’ll insert my rec here when I have read it again).

Taehyung

Nothing this month 😞

Jungkook

⭐Love à Trois [series; ongoing] by @letjungcoook7 [13.1K] // jjk x f.reader x pjm // slice of life, f2l+s2l, roommates!au, college!au, love triangle // 🥵🌩️

📝 You and Jimin secretly have feelings for each other, you both realize your dream of studying at the same college and sharing an apartment, but when financial issues start to arise, you have to seek a third roommate. and guess who fate sends your way? Jungkook, the same guy who took your virginity back in high school.

🗨️ This is really good! There’s two chapters up so far and they are really good! It’s so interesting to see the love triangle unfold. Really enjoyed this 🌸 It’s just getting better and better ✨ I really loved the backstory of how both Jimin and OC realized they had feelings for each other 🥺 so good and really looking forward to the next chapter 😍

⭐Sweet Obsession by @letjungcoook7 [2.5K] // jjk x f.reader // established relationship, plussize!reader // 🥵🥰

📝 When a coworker starts to show interest in you, your boyfriend becomes jealous.

🗨️ Whaaaaaaaat 🥹This was so incredibly sweet and tender! As a plus-sized curvy girl, this was such a good and lovely read 💖 Another banger from Lua💜

⭐The Wedding Planners 💯by @gukyi [28K] // jjk x f.reader // e2l, wedding!au // 😂🥰🌩️🥵

📝 Jeon jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. then your best friend hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly jeon jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend’s wedding. 

🗨️ I also remember reading this a few years ago and it was just a very funny and pleasant reread 💜 What I love about this is one, is definitely the slow-burn and the enemies to lovers aspect too. The banter between reader and Jungkook is just so priceless and reading how their relationship slowly unfolds and develops through the months of the wedding planning was just everything 💯 Hoseok and Yoongi’s personality in this also makes this fic truly amazing.

⭐Fragment of the Past (1)(2)(3) [series; completed] 💯by @ctrlsht [28.1K] // jjk x f.reader // patient!jk x psychiatrist!reader // 🌩️😈👻🥵

📝 You are a well-known and respected psychiatrist and author. You start treating Jungkook, who suffers from PTSD after surviving an extremely traumatic incident. As you help him confront his traumatic past, he begins to act strangely, and you start uncovering something about him that will change everything.

🗨️ Another first for me, with the thriller vibes and damn it delivers on that! It’s really, really good 👏 Pacing is really good and how we see more and more of Jungkook’s disturbing traits is just brilliant ✨If you want my full review of it, you can find it here (it does contain spoilers though!). And I really think you shouldn’t spoil it! Just go read it if you’re into the darker stuff, because my heart was racing so damn fast! This is the best thriller yandere au I’ve read to date 💜

⭐Lost on You by @letjungcoook7 [2.1K] // jjk x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵

📝 You're just so obsessed with your boyfriend. you would do anything for him.

🗨️ Ehm excuse me Lua, mirror sex???? 🥵 Fucking hell that was a hot one, like I almost feel like I need to take a shower 😂 another banger from you! And the dirty talking too, aish 🥵 💖

OMG November has truly been an exceptional month! There was my 30th birthday of course, and then I received so my love for my series ‘friendcation’ that I was crying with all the beautiful words and reviews I got 😭 I am so thankful for every one of you, whether you interact with my fic recs or my own – thank you! 💜

Borahae 💜

[chaoticpuff17]

Treat Me So Well

yandere mafia Hoseok drabble

Part of a series of Drabbles starring yandere BTS x escort reader

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You fiddled with the chain that Hoseok had left on the night stand as the man himself got ready to head out for the day. You probably should have also been readying yourself to leave but had instead chosen to spend the earlier parts of the morning lazing in bed despite the fact that Hoseok had already left it. Your job was technically over. You knew for a fact that Hoseok had already wired over the money for your ‘services’, and you were free to go home whenever you liked so long as Jackson didn’t call with another appointment though it was always a possibility one of your other clients would contact you directly to set up a meeting.

Despite the fact that you didn’t have that many clients on your schedule, the few you did have kept you plenty busy. You never imagined that when you and your best friend started working for Jackson that it would turn into this. It had originally meant to be a side hustle to help put the both of you through school. Now it was a full time job that kept the both of you very busy and living a very good life. Despite the fact your client lists were short, every man on them paid very well.

You were on your back admiring how the diamonds in the chain sparkled in the light above you when Hoseok walked out of the bathroom buttoning his shirt.

“Sweetheart, have you seen my…” He paused without finishing the thought, catching sight of you wrapped up in the sheets with the very thing he was looking for dangling from your finger tips, a coy smile lifting the corners of your lips as you caught him staring.

“I was looking for that.”

“Then come and take it.”

He walked over, leaning down to place a slow kiss on your lips. “Do you like it?”

“It’s very pretty.”

“Keep it.” He straightened up, finishing doing up his buttons as he did.

You wrinkled your nose handing over the necklace. “It’s very pretty, but it’s not really my color. I’m a gold girly you know.”

Hoseok took the necklace from you, fastening it in place as you watched. “I’ll make sure to send you something in gold later.”

You laughed, sitting up- the sheet pooling around your waist as you did. “You always treat me so well.”

Hoseok reached over, running his hand through your loose hair. “Anything for you. When can I see you next?”

You hummed, thinking it over as you were unwilling to get up and retrieve your work phone from your bag to actually look at your appointments. “I should have an opening later in the week.”

“Nothing sooner?” he asked, pulling on your hair slightly. “I don’t know if I can wait that long.”

“I’m a very busy lady.” you responded, rising onto your knees so that you were tall enough to drape your arms over his shoulders linking your hands behind his neck. “I have places to be, people to see.”

Hoseok leaned closer, brushing his nose against yours. “Too busy for me?”

“Never too busy for you.” you responded with a purr, kissing him softly.

“Put me down for the slot later this week.” he sighed, breaking away from you. “The money for last night should already be in your account.” you hummed in agreement, flopping back to lie against the pillows again, and he followed you down, attacking your neck with a flurry of kisses. “Be good till I see you again.” he murmured against your skin.

“I always am.”

You stayed in bed, watching as Hoseok left and trying to find the motivation to leave yourself. That motivation eventually came in the sound of an insistent buzzing coming from the direction of your purse.

With a groan, you got up plucking your phone out and seeing a missed call and several texts coming through all from the same man with instructions for your date the following evening and the self-care he wanted you to do before then.

You were looking over the instructions and beginning to book the blow out and facial for later in the afternoon when your phone started ringing again.

“Hello, Tae.”

“Jagi.” his smooth deep voice carried over the line. “I can’t wait to see you tonight.”

“You’ll have to. I have beauty appointments to keep, ones I should be getting ready to go for.”

“Where are you right now?”

You sighed, already aware of his possessive tendencies. He liked to know that you were safe between meetings, often making sure that you got where you needed to be safely. “I’m getting ready to head home.”

“Text me the address. I’ll send a car for you.”

You laughed, grinning as you began to gather your scattered clothes from around the room. “You always treat me so well.”

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Kim Seokjin

Hiraeth - You had always been his, and anyone who tries to take you away from him will pay a dangerous price. 🍷🥃🍸

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Lover’s Oath - A man found frozen in time by a group of scientists turned out to be the rich missing heir of the Kim Clan. Oh, and he happened to believe you were his beloved. (Exlusively on Ko-fi)

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You’re not leaving me - You were done waiting for him, done being alone in this relationship. But it turns out Min Yoongi is someone who won’t let go. Idol!AU 🍷🥃🍸

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Jung Hoseok

The more you hate - They say there is a thin line between love and hate. But they never told him crossing that was dangerous. Idol!AU 🍷🥃🍸

Kim Namjoon

Baby Fever - Yandere!Namjoon. The two times he said he wanted a baby and the one time he made one. Idol!AU🍷🥃🍸

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Nothing was gonna stop me - Yandere!Jungkook. Breaking up with him was not as easy as you thought. Idol!AU 🍷🥃

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All my writing has suggestive and smut, if you don’t like any of those things, then don’t read them. (Simple)

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Lets Keep Her Series

Let’s Keep Her (Remastered)

When Ice Kills Series

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Bangchan

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Yandere

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Changbin

Test My Strength

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Minho

Tease

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Hyunjin

Flick of him

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Felix

Pleasing The Stepbrother

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Han

F#@*ing Tease

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Seungmin

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I.N

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TXT!

MTL YANDERE

You’re Chubby

Yeonjun

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Does Fate Hate Us?

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Call you what?

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Tease

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Taehyun

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Hueningkai

If I’m To Blame Series

You’ve Been Bad

I Own You

I Want You On My Face

Punish Me

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Their S/O Is chubby

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[bangtaninborderland]

JHS- Dancing In The Rain

The weather had been awful all week, sowozoo was coming up and you could see how tense all the members were regarding the possibility of a rainy day befalling them.

You couldn’t keep count of the amount of times you’d had a call from hobi who was once again asking you to inform him of the weather updates from the news channels on TV.

With just two days before the concert you were thankful your husband was home, resting. He had a tendency to overwork himself, something he had mentioned he found comfort from in you. You had made sure to cook him his favourite dinner which he complained about, arguing he needed to maintain his weight. However after giving him a glare he stopped his protests immediately, after a few minuets he was groaning about how good it tasted.

You were relaxed to see him smiling, at home it wasn’t something he did much of, of course that didn’t mean he was unhappy or your relationship was dull. It just meant that with you he felt that he could be everything he couldn’t with everyone else, he didn’t feel like he had to show you the perfect sides of him because you had always told him you believed every side of him was as perfect as the rest.

Once you’d cleaned up, something he had argued to do but you’d declined, you joined him on the bed. He was reviewing videos from his earlier dance practice with the members. You knew how important this time was for him so simply laid next to him, your head on his shoulder as his hand lazily grazed through your hair.

“Dove?” He whispered, pulling you from the precipice of sleep.

You winced as you opened your eyes, the light in the room too bright. “What’s wrong baby?”

“Do you want to go for a walk with me?” He smiled, slipping his jacket on.

It was rare that you two had the ability to go out with one another unplanned, of course you jumped at the chance. “Let me just brush my teeth and change, okay?”

“Take your time.” He kissed your jaw before retreating to the kitchen.

You checked the clock before slipping into the bathroom, it was only 8pm yet the city was dark. Illuminated only by the lights escaping from buildings and business around you.

You brushed your teeth and ran a brush through your hair before applying some sunscreen and tinted chapstick. You threw on a pair of black jogging bottoms much similar to hobis and a green sweatshirt that was most definitely hobis.

“Ready?” He asked, holding a hand out to you.

You walked over to him, your feet moving faster than your body could. “All ready.”

You secured your arms around his waist as he did yours. You let yourself relax against him, the sandalwood scent of his cologne a welcome comfort. “You smell so good.” You hum against him.

“I think taehyungie got me it for my birthday.” He laughed, pulling back to hand you your shoes.

“Well can you ask him to buy some more?” You pleaded, a grin stretching across your lips.

He breathed in harshly. “Ah, it was expensive babe.”

You deadpanned. “He is a literal millionaire.”

“I am too you know, I can buy my own cologne.” He defends, feigning a frown.

“Hobi you refused to order food because there was a double charge for the weather.” You tie your laces before dipping up your own coat, Hoseok stands behind you holding your hair to ensure none of it gets caught.

“I’m rich not dumb, besides it was sunny.” His hand rests on your hip, his fingers drawing along your waistband causing a shiver to run down your spine.

He must have notices as his hand moves completely, this time wrapping around your neck. “All mine.”

“All yours.” You whisper.

“Maybe I should just take you back to bed hmm?” His lips are rough against your own, him clearly dominating the kiss.

You barely manage out a strangled moan as he slips his other hand between your legs. It’s barely there a few seconds before he pulls away.

“Wha-?” You stand there, dazed and confused. Slightly upset by the sudden loss of contact.

He simply laughs, his fingers linking yours before he opens the door. “Let’s go beautiful.

“You’re so mean.” You whine taking a step outside, he follows behind you locking the door.

“So how has work been?.” You rest your head against his shoulder as you walk around the back road, it wasn’t accessible to cars and it was irregular for anyone to be around except other residents but neither of you wanted to risk it so you had both made sure to take the usual black face masks, you had chosen a cap whereas Hoseok has chosen to sport his green beanie.

He looked around before answering, it was something he did out of reflex. Not wanting to alert anyone of his identity. “It’s been okay, we have been practicing non stop. Namjoon-ah has been staying late to help anyone who needs it, the same goes for Jimin.”

You smiled at how thoughtful the boys were. When you had first met hobi there had been some worried about your intentions but that disappeared as quickly as it formed. You and the other members becoming fast friends. “You forgot to mention yourself in that list.”

“Hmm?” He questions, sliding his free hand into his pocket.

“You’ve been coming home late practically every day for the past month, I know how the others always favour your method of teaching for dance. They feel assured when dance captain Jung isn’t scolding them.” You laugh, peeking up at him.

He follows suit, his own gaze blazing into yours. A flush of red coloured your face, you thanked the face mask otherwise you would have been embarrassed. Despite the fact you were married you could never understand just how Hoseok was able to have such a strong effect on you, a mere look from the man was enough to bring you to your knees.

“I’m not that scary baby.” He chuckles, checking a message that’s come through on his phone.

“Do you ever see those videos army makes of your “dance captain glare?”

“I do, jungkookie showed me one a few weeks ago. I scared myself but I promise it’s not anger I just look like that when I concentrate.” He frowns, staring at his phone screen. “Jimin asked if you wanted to go to dinner with us all after the concert?”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” You nod, watching his face as he replies. “Scary captain jung.” You squeeze his hand, letting him know that you wasn’t serious. Worried you upset him as his frown deepens. “What’s wrong?”

“Rain.” He pouts dramatically, holding his phone towards you. A few drops of rainwater had run across the screen. It was light enough to go amiss.

You stayed hopeful as you chimed “maybe it will just be a few drops, do you want to go home or should we go to the store?”

He looked up to the sky as of hoping for an answer on wether or not the scattered raindrops were going to come full force. “I guess we could go to the store, it will pass.”

“Forever hopeful, my hobi.” You giggle, kissing him against his cheek through the mask.

“You know I think the hardest thing about working so late is that I miss you, I worry sometimes even after all these years that you’ll decide it’s all too much.” He rubs his thumb against the back of your hand, something you were sure he did to reassure himself.

You slowed your pace. “I wonder something if I’m too little, if I don’t give you as much as you give me. I think I remind myself that outside all of who we are and what we do we are just people, you are my Hoseok and just that.” You come to a pause to pull your mask down as you do his, kissing him quickly before slipping them back on.

“That’s why I married you.”

“Because I’m amazing?” You raise an eyebrow, jokingly.

He shakes his head and you do your best to muster a disappointed sigh. “Don’t do that, of course you’re amazing. I married you because you are the only person in the entire world that can make me feel like Jung Hoseok. Of course it’s like that with the members but that’s different because they are the same as me. You aren’t, not society wise. You are just as incredible and strong, not to mention out of this world intelligent but before you I never got to be just Hoseok. The second I get home it’s like I’m a normal person.”

You let his words hang in the air for a few moments, wanting to respond in a way where he felt heard. You always tried to take time before talking about something so serious. Words that were truly meaningful deserved to be thought about carefully. You drew in a breath before beginning with. L”You are and always will be a normal person hobi, you’ll always be someone worthy of privacy and respect. People often think just because you have done amazing things that the ordinary person hasn’t that you have done unfair or outward look on life. I remember the day I met you, standing there absolutely lost in the car park with your security trying to usher me away. I remember arguing with them because I had just as much right to be there as you, on our first date I felt mortified i had acting that way. I was prepared to walk into that cafe and apologise but now looking back I don’t regret it.”

“Every single day you amazing me more, how did I become so lucky, I could have had everything in the world but none of it would have meant half as much if I didn’t have you.” He brings his palm to your face, caressing your cheek. It was a small act of affection, it wasn’t something you did much of in public for obvious reasons but this was always special, intimate. A wordless way to say I love you.

You were 20 minuets away from the late night convenience store when the storm hit fully, you had huddled underneath the stores cover hoping it would pass but it didn’t and soon enough the space became too crowded that you were forced to move.

Hobi had tried to give you his jacket to cover yourself but you declined, slipping you hand into his before beginning to run, he followed along his legs matching your pace as you skated along the streets, you were both soaked but it didn’t matter. The echos of your laughter as you ran past people down to the backstreet was joyous. You were thankful you were able to keep up with Hoseok, his stamina much better than yours.

Sure enough your running turned to a jog and then to a light walk as you both panted, the rain still pounding against you both. “I can’t breathe.” Hoseok pants, reaching for the water bottle he had brought a mere five minuets ago.

He drank half before passing it to you which you accepted without question. You stood for a few minuets trying to keep your heart from beating out of your chest and your lungs from exploding before Hoseok pulled his hand into yours.

“What are we doing?” You giggle as he wraps his arms around your waist.

He checks around once again before pulling his face mask down along with yours. His smile warming you instantly. “Dancing in the rain.”

“Hobi you’ll get sick.” You decline, not wanting to risk putting him at an inconvenience right before the concert.

“We can worry about that tomorrow, right now I want to dance with my wife. I want to kiss her in the streetlights. I want to hear her tell me she loves me. Is that too much to ask?”

“Never.” You lean in to press your lips against his as you both sway, there was no music and you doubt this could even be considered dancing but you didn’t care.

The rain could fall four hours, it could thunder and flood but nothing could make you move. Nothing could steal you from this beautiful moment. Your husband laughing as he twirls you around in a manner that makes you feel like some princess, you blushing as he compliments you like he is trying to win you. It’s one you know will be told as a story for years to come.

You’d always talked about children, you both wanted them. You couldn’t wait to tell them the story of how their mother and father crazily danced in the rain at 9pm whispering confessions of love to one another.

After all, everyone loves a romance novel.

[forever-once-gone]

Day 5: When they want a romantic night, and instead you’re obsessing over a fictional character; jealousy jealousy <3

Part of the Love, Amour, Aur Pyaar drabble series for February! (lol)

Word count: 0.8k, 0.7k, 0.9k, 0.7k, 0.8k, 0.6k, 0.9k (respectively, for a total of ~5.8k) again, wayyyyy too long :(

Content and Warnings: soft yandere (though can be read as not yandere, for most of them), love, jealousy, SPOILERS FOR JJK AND SNK (though I think everyone knows about the current state of jujutsu kaisen and shingeki no kyojin finished ages ago now), insecurity, threats from Y/n, Hoseok's section gets spicy, mature 18+ content, baby talk in Hoseok's, grinding, gn reader for most of them except Hoseok's where reader is very vaguely implied to be afab, kissing, throwing pillows, implied cosplay sex (?) for Namjoon, lingerie in Namjoon's, isolation from loved ones, UNEDITED (I thought this day would be pretty tame, but with with this big paragraph, maybe it isn't?)

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Seokjin (ft. Levi Ackerman from snk):

“It isn’t fair, you know, the fact that he had to go through so much. He was humanity’s strongest but really he was just an abused boy who did the best he could. He deserved so much better. I mean, at least he didn’t die. God knows that Hajime Isayama loves to kill all his characters.”

Seokjin just gritted his teeth, keeping his eyes locked with the wall.

“But like, still, considering everything, if one person deserved a true happy ending it was him.” You waved around your hand like a professor emphasizing the point they were trying to make as the other flipped through the pages of the manga you’d been talking about for the past fifteen minutes.

“Like, at least most of the other characters from Paradis had somewhat normal childhoods. They had some sort of happy memories, but Levi never got to have that joy. Everything in his life, when he would begin to cherish them, would get snatched from him! Petra, Gunther, Eld, Oluo, Furlan, Isabel, Erwin—all taken from him!” You pouted as you gazed down at Levi’s bandaged face, your frown only deepening at the sight of his missing fingers.

In a hushed voice, you said, “if I were Isayama, I’d have given him the best ending possible.” Then you let out a sigh before moving on from the sad page of Levi’s injuries. “But then again, Isayama barely gives anyone a happy ending, so the fact that Levi even survives is a miracle,” you mumbled near the end.

Jin just hummed, refusing to give you any proper response. 

Just how many times do you need to discuss Levi when he’s right there in front of you? Quite rude of you to be talking about some other man in his thirties when your boyfriend has been sitting beside you for the past twenty five minutes. This should be considered cheating right? Emotional cheating, as you gush over some other guy instead of your handsome boyfriend? Seokjin sure thought so.

“You know the manga has been done for years, right?” Seokjin couldn’t bother hiding his snippy tone crossing his arms across his chest. “Maybe it’s time you get over it, and focus on more important things.”

Your brows furrowed together, looking up at him for the first time since you brought down the small stack of manga volumes from your bookshelf. You were greeted with the sight of you boyfriend sitting at the absolute far end of the couch from you, arms crossed, back straight, as he glared a hole into the wall beside the tv. He refused to look at you, even though you were sure he could feel your gaze with how he momentarily shifted in his seat.

“What’s this ‘more important thing’ I should be focusing on instead of Levi?” you asked, as you shut the book and placed it with the others on the coffee table in front of you.

Seokjin just shrugged his shoulders. “Idk, maybe your handsome boyfriend who finally had some free time today? You know, maybe him?”

His lips were downturned again, as you moved to sit right beside him.

You tried to fight back your smile by pressing a finger to your chin as if you were thinking. “But Levi doesn’t have free time today?”

Jin turned towards you so quickly, you were afraid he’d pull a muscle.

You giggled at the affronted look he gave you, mouth hanging open in disbelief.

“I’m just kidding!” you defended yourself, trying to pull his arms from his chest but failing miserably. “I’m sorry, okay? My gorgeous boyfriend is you, and I shouldn't be talking about some fictional character when he’s gotten dressed up so well for me. Isn’t that right?” 

You managed to pull his arms away from his chest to give you a view of the nice clothes he had put on specifically for you. He wore your favourite clothes today, hoping you’d fawn over him, only for you to spend the better part of the past while talking about some drawing from a book. He thought you hadn’t noticed the effort he had put into today, but hearing evidence if your absolute attention had red creeping up his neck and onto his ears.

You threw yourself into his chest, causing his arms to wrap around you to steady the two of you. You nuzzled into him for a few seconds before looking up at him with a small grin.

“I love you, you know? More than anything and anyone. And I care more about our happy ending than anyone else’s, even if it is humanity’s strongest’s.” You strained up to press a kiss against his neck which left a chill against Jin’s skin, before settling down in his lap. Pleasure coursing through you at the sight of Jin’s pleased smile from below.

His arms tightened around you before he bent down to press against your forehead. “As long as you know who matters most,” he mumbled against your skin.

Yoongi (ft. Blade from hsr):

You finished up the simulated universe world. Even though you hadn’t gotten great relics this time around, you still got to collect the weekly rewards, so you couldn’t be too mad. But you had to admit, it did sting a bit.

You switched back to the character screen after salvaging the useless relics that you obtained and checking on your stock of stellar jades. Blade stared back at you as you fussed with the relics that you had currently adorned him with and tried to level up the one promising relic you had obtained. When you ended up with defense being levelled up for the second time, you gave up on the relic, instead just salvaging it as well.

You sighed as you clicked back to Blade, seeing him stare back at you before performing his idle, bringing his sword up to his eyes, inspecting it before bringing it behind to his back as it disappeared into shiny gold.

“Bladie, Bladie, Bladie… Why is it so hard to find good relics for you…?” You rested your chin in the palm of your hm gazing lazily at your monitor.

Blade, of course, did not reply. Instead he stared right through your soul as if putting the blame right on you.

“Hmm… I was so lucky when building Kafka, but the relics just suck when I’m farming for you.” 

You clicked out of the character screen and instead ran around the map with Blade, listening to NPC dialogue and fulfilling random small tasks for stellar jade. You were out of trailblaze power and had nothing of significance to do. So you just enjoyed watching Blade’s mechanics as he interacted (being pretty liberal with the definition of “interact”) with other characters and took in his visuals.

He was your favourite character when you first started playing honkai star rail, but with time you realized you should probably try and make him stronger with more elite relics. It was harder than you originally thought. And now, even after a month of only farming for Blade, you had yet to pull what would be a legendary relic for him.

As you lamented your poor luck, you failed to notice the door to your gaming room opening behind you.

Yoongi creeped up behind you, listening to the music streaming its way out of the speakers he got for your set-up on your last birthday. He wasn’t surprised to see a zoomed in view of Blade’s face on your screen when he peered over your shoulder. He had expected it as soon as he’d heard the hsr soundtrack.

He stopped behind your chair, starling you as he began to speak. “Here I was hoping to see my wonderful spouse after work today, but instead I see them on a date with some depressed guy in my own home.” He sighed for effect, placing his hands on the back of your chair as he leaned over you to look at your screen.

“Oh hush,” you told Yoongi.

“What? So I can’t even speak up when I catch you with your second boyfriend now?” He placed his chin atop your head.

You laughed a bit, jostling Yoongi around a bit. “Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt a date?” You finally played along.

“Not if it's between you and Blade, no it’s not. He doesn’t get to steal you away from me.” He wrapped his arms around your neck, holding you close against him almost as though he was pulling you away from Blade’s reach.

You held onto his arms as you laughed, feeling him press a kiss to the top of your head. Between laughs, you said, “Stop! You’re embarrassing me in front of my date.”

“Fuck your date.” He removed his arms from around you, spinning your chair around so you faced him. “You’re going on a date with me now.” 

He pulled you up and out of your chair into his arms. He pulled you right into him until not even one air molecule was in between your bodies. 

“Get dressed, I’m taking you out for dinner.” He reached a hand behind your intertwined bodies and turned off your pc with a pointed click.

He was willing to entertain your interest in other men so long as they were like Blade: fictional. The day he feels your interest swerving to real men, he wouldn’t take it so lightly.

Hoseok (ft. Choso from jjk):

“Look at him being all emo but so sweet!” you cooed at the man on the screen.

Choso was speaking to Yuuji about being brothers and just being all adorable, and it was getting on Hoseok’s nerves.

“Like when you look at him, you’d think he’s gonna be all grouchy or mean, but look at him—fuck, I’d ruin him.”

Hoseok’s eye was twitching.

“Like he’s so pure? But so hot? But so loveable? But so destroyable? I’d definitely ruin him.”

Hoseok’s blood pressure was rising.

“He’d be such a good father to my kids.”

Hoseok’s patience broke. “Well too bad Choso’s not real then since you wanna date him over me so badly!”

You jumped at Hoseok’s loud proclamation. You weren’t prepared for the enraged look on your sweet boyfriend’s face. Had you gone too far?

“I wasn’t being serious, baby,” you started, speaking as softly and level as possible. “He’s just a character that I find cute.”

Hoseok scoffed, his lips pulled into a frightening, annoyed half-smirk. “Yeah, a character that you want to have sex with.”

You placed a hand on his thigh, trying to calm him down. “Babe, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Pfft, so now you feel bad? Not when you were talking about how another guy was so hot and how you want to have kids with him? And how cute you find him? Do I mean nothing to you?”

Hoseok’s leg was shaking now, falling and dropping under your palm restlessly. You tried to smooth your hands over his leg to soothe him, but it only seemed to agitate him further.

He scoffed again, not even giving you a chance to defend yourself against his accusations. “You’ve never called me ‘destroyable.’ What, do I not get that right? Do I need to put red eyeshadow around my eyes and paint a black stripe over my nose for you to think me worthy of being the father to your kids?”

You winced. You didn’t think something as harmless as a fictional crush would upset your darling boyfriend so bad, but now you could see how you’d been out of line. I mean, maybe you wouldn’t like it if Hoseok had spoken about some other person, fictional or not, like that in front of you.

You crawled over to him on the couch, straddling his thighs despite how they shook even with your weight pressing down on them. He hadn’t stopped his periodic scoffs, his eyes locked on a point to the side as he seemed to be caught within his internal dialogue. He seemed to only be making himself  madder with each second.

“Baby,” you called him, placing your hands on his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I was out of line.”

Hoseok just shook his head, still not meeting your eyes.

“I was being stupid,” you continued. “Choso is pretty—” 

He scoffed once again, causing you to wince. Wrong way to go about the apology, yet again. Goodness, why did you suck at apologizing?

“—But! I love you, not him. If anyone is cute, it’s you. If anyone is hot, it’s you. If there is anyone who I find loveable, it’s you. If there’s anyone that I want to destroy, it’s you. So don’t be mad, baby, he’s nobody.” 

You did feel a little weird about how you had to make it clear that Choso wasn’t stealing you from your boyfriend, but you hated to see Hoseok so upset. 

And it seemed like Hoseok appreciated the reassurance, because he was finally looking at you.

He watched you for a second, as you continued to massage his shoulders while sat in his lap. Hoseok could see Choso over your shoulder on the tv, and it gave him some sort of kick to know that despite him being on screen, you had your back turned to Choso. Your full attention on him, only him. 

The worry on your face made contentment bubble in his chest, this is exactly how he liked you: fawning over him.

“Yeah, baby?” He asked, pulling you into him by the hips until he had his face pressed into your neck, placing small kisses on your pulse. “You like me more than him?”

You felt heat rise to your cheek as his hands slipped under your shirt, rubbing one hand on the small of your back as the other gripped at your waist, guiding you to grind against him. 

“Yeah…” you managed to get out between soft gasps as he began to move you harder and faster against his hard-on.

He bit into your neck, rubbing his tongue over the teeth marks he left behind possessively. “You don’t sound all that convincing, baby.”

“I, um, I—” you gulped, overwhelmed by how quickly the situation had changed. You could feel him getting harder and harder under you. “I mean it, I only see you that way.”

Hoseok pulled away from the marks he’d sucked and bit into you. Looking up at you with a hooded gaze. “How you gonna prove it to me?”

You didn’t know what to say. Isn’t it proof enough with the way you were panting on his lap with his bulge pressing into you?

“Would you do anything to prove it to me?”

You nodded frantically at the olive branch he had extended towards you. He was giving you an out, and you would be a fool to miss it.

“Yeah, baby? You’d do anything?”

“Yes,” you purred, head falling onto his shoulder as he pulled your shirt off of you. “—do anything for you,” you said between gasps.

“Good,” he said, pressing his lips to yours, reaching down to unbuckled his belt. “Then make me a dad.”

Namjoon (ft. Nanami from jjk):

Nanami Kento was the living embodiment of a gentleman. The guy you’d bring home to your parents. The guy you’d imagine living the rest of your life with. The guy to buy you a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence. The guy who’d listen to your rants about work drama, or friend drama, or family drama, any drama really.

He was perfect.

And he reminded you entirely of your boyfriend, Namjoon. The man you could always rely on, the only one who you’d brought home to your parents, the man who forwarded you real estate listings every weekend as he’d sweet talk you with the plans he had for your future together.

He was perfect.

And you needed to see Namjoon in a Nanami cosplay.

“Please, baby, pleaseeeee.” You gave him the best puppy dog eyes that you possibly could. “Please, please, please, please! I’ll do anything for you if you do this for me!” You had your hands pressed together as you begged in front of him.

He had just gotten out of the shower after a hard day of dance practice, and with just a towel covering his bottom half, he was bombarded with you and the outfit spread out on the bed.

“Please, please, please! If you do this for me, I’ll even put that lingerie set that you got me as a gag gift, just please, try it on.” You grabbed his hand, pulling him from the ensuite door, closer to the bed. He had to hold onto his towel with the other hand to prevent it from falling from how hard you were pulling him. You’d, in the time it took him to shower, spread out an off-white suit, a blue dress shirt, a set of brown suspenders, and a yellow tie with brown animal-esque spots out for him.

“Love, I do not want to get into a suit right now. I just showered.” His hair was dripping onto the clothes as he looked down at them.

“Baby! Please! It won’t be for long, I swear! I’ll get you out of it as quickly as I get you into it, promise!”

Namjoon raised an eyebrow at your words, a smug smile shining down at you. “Oh~ I see how it is. Me in this outfit, you in that skimpy lingerie—you seem to have a very precise idea in mind of how you want this to go, hmm?”

You couldn’t help the embarrassment from washing over you. You punched his shoulder lightly with a whine, before wrapping your arms around his muscular bicep, pulling yourself into his side. You pressed your cheek against his cool, damp skin as a way to hide your shame. You could feel him chuckling at just how quickly he’d seen through you.

“I wasn’t thinking of only that… I also wanted to take some pics of you in the cosplay ‘cause I thought you’d look cool in it…”

“Fucking liar,” he laughed more heartedly at your piss poor attempt of saving yourself from further humiliation.

“I swear!” you defended yourself, looking up to see his dimples smiling down at you, eyes filled with love. Your heart stopped for a second looking at the handsome man. Did you need to see him in a Nanami cosplay to have some fun? Cause right now, looking at his sparkling eyes and wide smile, you didn’t think you’d be able to give him the chance to put on the outfit before you jumped at him.

He raised a questioning eyebrow at your sudden stillness. “Not gonna beg me to indulge in your fantasies anymore?”

You shook your head before pressing your cheek back into his bicep, only for him to pull him into his chest instead. He was looking down at you with that look again. The look that reminded you of how this was the only mad you’d ever consider marrying.

“I think,” he said, swinging you around his arms a bit teasingly as he continued to look down at you with his wet hair, and glossy skin, “that I could put on this outfit despite how tired I am if you stay true to your promise of that lingerie. Think you can do it?”

You thanked God everyday for blessing you with a man who indulged you as much as Namjoon did.

“A-huh,” you replied, breathless.

“Okay, then get to it.” He gave his head a shake, causing the water from his hair to rain down onto you, making you giggle, the tension easing. “You get as long as it takes me to put on this cosplay to figure out that set of straps that they called lingerie before I come to get you myself, okay?”

Jimin (ft. Alhaitham from genshin):

“Turn it off.”

“No.”

“Turn it off.”

“No.”

“Turn it off, please?”

“No, thanks.”

“Oh, come on!” He threw his arms up before throwing himself face first onto the bed. He whined into the duvet convulsing around before rolling onto his back when you didn’t come over to him to soothe him.

“You hate me,” he said, looking at the ceiling.

“Nope.”

“You do, I know you do.”

“Nope, I do not.”

“You do, otherwise you wouldn’t be playing that stupid, partner-stealing man’s story quest.”

“Nope, it just means I like the character.”

“It means you hate me.” He shuffled up to sit beside you at the headrest of the bed. Letting his head fall onto your shoulder as he watched Alhaitham’s inexpressive face on the phone screen. Stupid, stupid man.

“Just admit it, you hate me. We might as well break up since you like this guy more than me.”

“Literally when did I say that?” you sighed, trying your best to pay attention to the plot of the quest as Jimin continued interrupting you.

“Just now.”

“When?”

“When you just said it.”

“I actually didn’t say anything, Jimin.”

“You said it in your mind and I could tell.”

“Jimin.” You turned to look at him. He was still glaring at Alhaitham. “You’re always doing too much.”

“Just admit you want to break up.” He weaseled his way from your shoulder into your lap, his head right under where you held your phone, looking up at you with fake teary eyes.

“Baby, it’s a video game.”

“It’s a declaration that you hate me and that you want to break up.”

“Jimin, if you keep saying that, I might actually think this is your way of breaking up with me.” You went back to tapping at your phone and trying your best to recount what you were meant to do next.

“I would never!” Jimin defended, burying his face into your stomach.

You relented to his whining, bringing one hand down to run through the hair on the back of his head. 

He was picking at the side stitches of your shirt absentmindedly though he was still buried face first into your stomach.

You felt him mumble something into your stomach. “Hmm?”

He looked up at you, repeating what he’d said, “I’m gonna delete your account if you don’t pay attention to me now.”

“Jimin!” You turned off your phone, trying to push him away from you only for him to hold onto you tighter, resuming his position against your stomach. “I’ve spent years on that, you can’t just delete it!”

He’d followed through on these sorts of threats before, so you knew he was not just joking when he said this. “I don’t care, I’ll delete it if it gets between you and me.”

He’d deleted contacts of friends, peers, and coworkers from your phone before, but you never thought his jealousy would extend to video game personas.

“Jimin,” you stressed. “He’s just a bunch of pixels on a screen.”

“And those unfeeling pixels are stealing your attention from me.” He looked up at you with a pout that would be cute if he wasn’t being completely disagreeable once again.

“I literally spent the whole week with you, didn’t open genshin once, why can’t I just play for a few hours now? Besides, aren’t you supposed to be at work right now anyway?”

“Can’t go when my spouse is threatening to leave me.” He was kicking his feet now, clearly content with how his threats had worked. Your phone was off now and you were looking at him, speaking with him.

“Goodness, Jimin. I really don’t know what to do with you.”

“You could kiss me for a start.”

“Not after how much you’ve annoyed me today.”

“So you are breaking up with me? For a stupid fictional scholar? A scribe?”

“You know an awful lot about the man you despise so much, why is that?”

“He’s trying to steal you away from me. Successfully stealing you away from me. God forbid I did some research on the man.”

“Just for that attitude, I’m not gonna give you any kisses.”

“Okay,” he straightened out in front of you, sitting between your legs. “Then I’ll give you kisses.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek with a goofy smile. Then your forehead. Then your other cheek. Then your nose. With each kiss, another bit of your anger subsided.

“Now you kiss me.” He puffed out his cheek, bringing it in front of your face.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You grabbed his cheeks, and turned him to face you before giving him the proper kiss he’d been craving all afternoon.

He instantly melted into you, attempting to deepen the kiss, only for you to pull away from him.

“You only get more if you promise not to delete my account.”

He huffed. “Fineeee. I promise… for now.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “I guess that’s good enough… for now.”

Taehyung (ft. Howl Pendragon from Howl’s Moving Castle):

“Do you prefer blond Howl or black-haired Howl?” You were lying down on the couch with Taehyung lying on top of you, his head resting on your chest as Howl’s Moving Castle playing. You had stopped rubbing his back when you asked him the question, though your eyes remained on Howl turning into green slime over his dyed orange hair.

Taehyung just grunted, half asleep. His arm reached behind him, forcing your arm to move up and down his back again before letting go when you’d resumed your previous ministrations.

“What do you think?” you asked him again.

He was practically asleep, maybe it wasn’t the best time to be asking him about the movie.

Just when you thought he had fallen asleep he replied, “Orange-haired.”

You laughed. “Be serious for a second.”

“I am.” His arms tightened around your back, pressing harder into you.

“Come on, you’re not being serious. Blond or black?”

With his voice heavy with sleep he said, “Black.”

You hummed at his answer. “Yeah, black hair is nice on him. But I liked him blond better.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“His actual hair colour is black. It suits him better. It’s his true self.”

You pondered. “I guess so, but I just am a sucker for his blond look. Makes him feel… I don’t know. I don’t really have an explanation, I just like it.”

Taehyung was quiet again, you turned to check if he was asleep now but instead he was looking up at you with a scowl. “Is this your way of telling me you want me to go blond again?”

You brought a hand up to cover your smile, knowing it’d only cause him to be more adamant. “No, Tae. I was just talking. People always seem to discuss which Howl version they like more. Just wanted to know what you thought.”

“Well, I think I should go blond.”

“Literally why?”

“Cause you’re thinking of some other blond man. Want you to only think of me when you think of blond.”

There he goes again. “God, Tae. Forget I said anything.”

“No no, go on about how you hate my black hair and want to see me fry my hair to be blond again.” He was now propped up over you, using his hands to keep him hovering over you. All his sleep whisked away due to the arising fight.

“I wasn’t trying to imply anything, Tae. I love you how you are, I love your black hair.”

“Doesn’t seem like it.”

You were getting angry. Over the past few weeks he was getting more and more accusatory. Accusing you of not loving him. Of wanting to change him. Of having ‘wandering eyes.”

You were tired.

You didn’t even want to defend yourself at this point.

“Come on, say it.”

You closed your eyes, biting at your cheek as you tried to control your frustration. The last thing you want to do is give into his taunts and turn this into a full-on verbal fight. 

You opened your eyes, bringing your hands to the nape of his neck, trying to pull him back into your chest. “Baby, let’s just watch the movie.”

Tae allowed you to play with his hair as he considered whether to drop the topic. With the way you were caressing him, he really wanted to, but the nagging voice in the back of his head urged him to continue.

You watched him analyze your face for a minute or two. And you did the same for him, counting the beauty marks scattered across his beautiful face. His black hair falling into his eyes as he held himself above you. It was hard to believe that this angelic man was the one who would make day-to-day life so difficult at times.

“Can we?” you asked. You brushed his hair back from his eyes, holding his bangs back for a second before letting them fall back to their place.

His eyes flitted between yours, debating. Then he gave in, falling into your arms once again. “Fine. But I choose the next movie, and I’m gonna make sure there are no pretty blonds in it.”

Jungkook (ft. Gojo Satoru from jjk):

“Nah, I’d win!” Jungkook yelled, running away from you, ducking from the pillows you’d throw after him.

“Stop it!” You picked up the fallen pillow before resuming your chase.

“Nah, I’d win! And then—” he traced a line across his neck with a wide smile, before throwing his head to the side, tongue sticking out.

“JUNGKOOK! Stop it!” You threw the pillow at him again, but Jungkook easily dodged it, running into the kitchen.

He giggled loudly as you chased him around the kitchen island, stopping when you stopped to catch your breath but then giving you another taunt to make you chase after him again.

“What happened to your big strong boyfriend, huh? Couldn’t keep up with Sukuna now could he?” He asked with a wide toothy smile.

“Jungkook!” You called the name through your snarling teeth.

“What did you say again?” He put on the most atrocious imitation of your voice humanly possible and said, “He’s Gojo Satoru! He’s the strongest sorcerer alive! He’ll beat Sukuna easy!”

“Jungkook, I’m gonna kill you!” 

“Oh, like Sukuna killed your little sassy boyfriend?”

You threw the pillow at him again, only for it to hit the Gojo figurine you had placed on your side table. You both watched it tumble onto the ground.

It was still in one piece, but seeing it on the ground made your anger flare up even further. 

“Jungkook,” you sneered, turning to look at his frightened face.

He had his hands up in defeat. “I didn’t hit it, you did.”

“Jungkook,” you bit out the word, stalking towards him.

“Hey, baby, it’s fine! Look, it’s fine.” He picked up the figurine, and to be fair, it was fine. But your anger didn’t care about that now. Your anime/manga boyfriend was dead, and your actual boyfriend was being a dick about how upset you were over it.

You had picked up the pillow again, walking towards him slowly, and as you pulled your arm back to hurl it at him again with a scream, he sped off for your bedroom.

“Y/n! I’m sorry!” He didn’t seem all that sorry considering he was back to giggling again like a child as you ran after him. He jumped around couches and tables before slamming the door closed before you could follow him into the bedroom.

“Open the door!” You slapped your hand at the door a couple of times, jiggled the doorknob only to find it locked. “Jungkook, let me in!”

“Nope!” He popped the p sound, giggling behind the door. “You gonna kill your real boyfriend just cause the inferior, fictional one died?”

He was honestly very happy that Gojo had died. He was tired of not being the only golden man in your eyes anymore. Jungkook was the one who was good at everything that he did, not that dumbass anime man. And he had proved it, didn’t he. Inadvertently. After all, Gojo was dead, so he wasn’t perfect now. 

Jungkook was full of glee.

“Jungkook, if you don’t come out right now, I’m gonna rip your collectible posters.”

He just giggled again. He could imagine your angry frown perfectly. How you probably wanted to destroy all his anime memorabilia as revenge for how he made fun of Gojo’s death. But he knew you were all bark and no bite.

“No, I’m not opening it.”

“Open it.”

“Hmmm,” he pretended to think out loud. Then: “nope!”

“Jungkook, you’re gonna have to come out eventually, and when you do, I’m gonna be waiting right here for you.���

Jungkook laughed, but when three hours had passed and you remained in front of the door, periodically knocking and asking to be let in, he didn’t find it as funny anymore. Well, it was still a little funny, but also it was a bit scary how your anger wasn’t subsiding.

Jungkook listened to the doorknob rattle from the bed, but didn’t bother opening his eyes. It was locked, you couldn’t get in.

So then could someone explain why the door was swinging open and you were suddenly set on top of his supine position. Your eyes red with both anger and sadness, your scowl set deep.

“Hey, Y/n,” he said sweetly.

“Hi, Jungkook. Wanna repeat what you said earlier?” Your hands were pressed against his pecs, face leaning in closer to him with each second.

“I don’t think I should,” he said with an eased smile. His arms were crossed behind his head, as if he didn’t have his angry spouse sitting on top of him at the moment.

“Not gonna gloat that Gojo’s dead?”

He laughed, jostling you around with each breath. “Don’t need to. You already know,” he said with a smirk.

You took your pillow from beside his head and smacked him upside the head with it. The soft downy fluff only made Jungkook erupt into giggles once again, his hands coming up to try (and failing) to prevent subsequent hits. He only laughed louder and louder, until he had wrapped his hands around your torso and tugged you into him.

You continued to struggle against him. “Let me go!”

“Nope!” He pressed kisses all over your face between giggles. Laughing at your half-hearted slaps at his triceps and forearms. “Can’t let you go when I’m so happy to have my partner all to myself again. Fuck that Gojo guy.”

You stopped struggling, exhausted from chasing him around and making a lockpick to get into the bedroom. “You’re so mean,” you whined. “Remember you used to like him too. You said he reminded you of yourself.”

He pressed a kiss to your head. “Not since he made me second place with my own spouse.” He turned you to look at him, giving you a smile before kissing you sweetly.

You returned the kiss before breaking it. You pressed your temple against his pecs, snuggling up into his arms. “So fucking extra.”

As you can probably tell, I'm still salty about some things lol.

[cybsoo2]

the couple on train 201

╰┈➤ synopsis — Two lovers so wrapped up in each other's embrace, blind to the distorted love obsession that grows darker with every crimson caress. 

╰┈➤ pairing — yandere!j-hope x yandere!reader

╰┈➤ word count — 450+

╰┈➤ content warning — ummm murder, obsessive behavior, manipulative behavior, its pretty vague

Twisted lovers, entangled in each other’s embrace. 

Breathe in my cold breath then let me have yours. 

Cold hearts match cold minds but a fire is held firm between them. Soft digits press against smooth skin, tender care taken with each touch. So fragile, people would wonder if they were made of glass. The two soft soulmates sit side by side, thighs close and hands held halfway.

The girl, hazel hair with doe eyes, finds beauty in the passing foreground while the other finds beauty in her. The scenery is bleeding, greens turn to gray as time passes by. The sodden sky sets snowflakes adrift as the December air takes its home. The world seems so peaceful today. Daydreams set her mind ablaze as she longs for this day to continue on as rosy and hopeful as her Hobi.

Kiss my lips day or night, full of rushing blood or spilling from the faucet. 

The boy, mousy hair and dimples when he smiles, searches the train in nervous ambition. The train speeds fast down the tracks, the dizzying movements cause vertigo to set in. Eyes guided to a steady point, his soul lazily drags his focus to the pinky, pale hands which hold his. Oh Hobi, sweet Hobi, with apple cheeks all red and ripe, heart too sick to carry the heavy burden of morality.

My Darling, sweet solace, I am yours in every universe.

Two kids found spellbound by each other trust too greatly in the judgment of one another. Infatuation clouds judgment and betrayal from an envious slut fuels blinding fits of fury. Hobi’s left helplessness at the sight of his lover sobbing, sickly sorrows on their shared bed. Hands reached out barely an inch before Hobi engulfed them in his strong arms. He willed every god and demon to let the warmth from his bones bleed into his pretty little love. And when she begged for relief with miserable eyes and pleas of “Help me Hobi, show me how much you love me,” well, how could he say no. 

I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than the crimson kisses I placed on your cheeks in death's wake. 

Love-struck maniacs woke up death on an evening so elegant. It would have been selfish to not share the sight. The train's doors open with such hesitance, doubting if such a young soul should be let out to fight off the cold alone. 

How much madness would you face to see me smile from your atrocities?

The couple on train 201, bound by imperfect impurity painted vain vermilion across the train tracks. A picture perfect Jane Doe she was, how unimportant and tainted her existence had become.  A sadistic girlfriend and her corrupt boyfriend follow each other's footsteps in the snow. Teetering and playing seesaw over the edge of insanity and obsession. Bloodstained hands grasped together forever while crimson kisses grow darker with each caress. 

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[bangtans-momma]

Bangtan Momma’s

💕 Master List

BTS Fan fiction’s

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Content guide:

Angst (A), Yandere (Y), Fluff (F), Smut (S), Mature (M), Alternate Universe (AU), Polyamorous (PA), Homosexuality or Bisexuality (Q), Violence (V), Dead Dove (D) Triggering Content that needs a warning READ THE FICS WARNINGS (TC)

I do not own BTS or their likeness. These stories are only fan fictions that come from my own imagination and any depiction of BTS in any of my stories does not represent them in real life. None of this is real life, only pure fiction. None of the behaviour of the BTS member’s namesakes OR anything else that happens in my stories represents them in reality.

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JIMIN:

Go to savage love for some Jimin below on Jungkook’s list.

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JUNGKOOK:

Savage Love Series:

Best friend JK x OC (Alice), Cheater Jimin x OC (Alice).

Jungkook is there for his childhood best friend every time Jimin cheats on her. Her very toxic relationship with cheater Jimin is horrible and it chips away at Alice’s self esteem and confidence more each day. Alice stays in this relationship for one reason and it’s killing her inside very slowly. Jungkook absolutely hates Jimin and always goes to comfort her as her best friend, but maybe he likes her way more than just a best friend.

(S) (F) (A) (M) (AU) (V) (TC)

Savage Love: here

Standing next to you: pt 1 | pt 2

Savage love drabbles:

Beginning: here

I dare you to kiss me: here

New kinks unlocked: here

One Shots:

❤︎︎ PREY. . . RUN : Here | Teaser

(S) (F) (M) (AU) (TC)

Jungkook x Reader (only pet names)

Hybrid Wolf Jungkook and his Deer hybrid mate decide they want to get back to their hybrid roots and are are camping in the forest. They are going to indulge in some predator and prey chase and catch role play. (Some Consensual Non Con) So when Jungkook goes into his rut, he can chase after his little Doe, pin her down and make her submit.

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TAEHYUNG:

TBA

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SEOKJIN:

TBA

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NAMJOON:

TBA

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YOONGI:

TBA

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HOSEOK:

TBA

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Ot7 and Multiple Member Fic’s:

TBA

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