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What if... you decided to run away? part three | OT7 BTS au

A very belated update starring my soulmate @shadowofahope and some angst. Warnings: mentions of murder, crime scenes, betrayal, injury, a mentally deranged villain, and bts hurting. 6.3K words

Two options presented themselves to Min Yoongi as he watched you happily having breakfast with the others. He could tell you and this whole dream would be shattered, or he could bury it, and they could all live happily ever after. He was deluding himself he knew it, it wasn’t a question of if you’d find out, it was a matter of when. He also knew, if he wasn’t the one to tell you, you’d never forgive him.

Still with knowing this, his tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he looks at you, his throat seized. All his instincts wanted to do was keep him from breaking the mirage of everything he wanted, and that’s what he would be doing. Call him a coward, like Namjoon was doing with his gaze eating into the side of Yoongi’s face, but to keep that smile on your face, he’d be anything to keep dreaming.

“Hyung, Princess is sleeping next to us tonight,” Jungkook stares down the Prince with the most serious glare he can muster before he sits down for his serving of pancakes. Jimin and Taehyung nodding furiously on either side of him, imploring with their eyes that you both agree.

The idea of you not being in his arms as he slept made an uncomfortable itch manifest under his skin, akin to anxiety but more volatile. He keeps himself from scratching, nodding quietly in agreement as he plays with his food. He can feel the surprise in the room, Jin and Hobi looking at each other in shock. Even you nearly choked on the orange juice, whipping your head round to inspect the silent prince.

He tried to keep his features neutral, knowing you could read him like a book. Your reassuring palm on his thigh lets him know you can see through him, that light squeeze trying to coax him to look at you, but he’s too afraid to. If he faces you he would have to face Namjoon too, and right now, he couldn’t deal with either of you.

“Yoongi?” Your voice is so understanding and soft, the disgust he had in himself he could feel rise like bile in his throat at the sound.

“I don’t like it Jagi,” he tries to smile, trying to meet your eyes. “But you’re right I have to share.”

He excuses himself, unable to stand lying to you about his current predicament, Namjoon’s eyes following him every step of the way. You’re about to follow after him but the taller individual beats you to it, telling you to stay.

The remaining men look between themselves, questioning each other silently before you verbalise their thoughts.

“Did someone say something to him?” You wince at the accusation in your own words.

“We’ve been saying something to him since we landed Princess,” Jimin deadpans, eyes narrowing at you as you defend the greedy prince.

“Look I know he’s been… unreasonable lately, but you know him,” you didn’t want to talk about Yoongi’s vulnerabilities, but the suggestion was clear in your tone. “He doesn’t mean to be-” you hesitate, trying to find the right word.

“An asshole?” Jin suggests, making Jungkook snicker at the language. “We know Princess, but I think he’s forgetting the fact we nearly lost you too.”

“Of course you’re going to defend your prince over your knights in shining armour,” Taehyung mumbles to himself, his fork hitting the plate harshly as he picks up a piece of pancake.

You press your lips together to hold back the laugh, Jin and Jimin mirroring your expression.

—

You knock on the door again, the fifth time, but still no response. It had been a week since you last saw her and now you were worried something was wrong. You frown, there were only so many places you could be on this island and when the weather was scorching like today, the only place was home. So why was your new friend not answering the door?

“Nym?” You call out again, but not a whisper greets you back.

You sigh, sweat starting to drip from your scalp to your face. You turn back to your place, telling yourself you’d try again later.

The heat of the sun cooked the top of your head, you curse yourself for not bringing out a hat or parasol or something. As beautiful as this piece of heaven was, you were not acclimated to it.

You try not to run back to the villa to escape the heat, ready for a cool drink as you reach the front step.

“Where have you been?” Yoongi almost yells in his panic when you walk through the door making you jump.

“Hey,” you frown, hand on your chest to slow your startled heart. “What’s wrong?”

He composes himself at that question, as if he wasn’t aware of his demeanour until you called it out, like he forgot himself for a moment.

“Nothing,” he mutters, walking away with his head hanging low in guilt.

What the heck was that?

“Yoongi?” You call after him, knowing he wanted to be alone but not wanting to leave him with the thoughts drowning him. You follow him into his room, staring in worry when he sits on the bed and hangs his head into his hands.

“Baby?” you ask, heart thumping uncontrollably as your mind races. “Yoongi what’s wrong?”

You’re scared to approach him, depending on his disposition he didn’t always welcome physical comfort when he felt vulnerable. Whatever cloud was thundering above him had his shoulders slumped, you couldn't see his eyes, couldn’t read his expression.

“Yoongi say something,” you beg, still standing by the door. “You’ve been acting weird all week, please say something.”

He sniffs, lifting his head, eyes full of water ready to spill. You stand in shock for a second, Yoongi wasn’t one to cry. You rush to him, holding him tight as he starts to sob, knowing he was unworthy of your comfort right now when he kept the worst secret from you.

“Jagi, tell me what's wrong please,” your own bottom lip wobbles, you hate seeing him upset, it kills you.

He shakes his head against you. You would never forgive him, he tries to get ahold of himself, pushing away from you as he wipes his face in his hands. The look of worry you give him breaks his heart. He takes your hand in his, trying to reassure you silently by stroking his thumb against your skin but he can’t meet your eyes.

He wants to thank you when you don’t push it, when you let it go for now, but the words are bitter and vile in his mouth and he doesn’t release them.

—

“Why are you guys making popcorn?” Namjoon asks when he enters the kitchen, Yoongi close behind him after another argument.

“We fixed the TV,” Jungkook says with a mouthful of snacks.

The prince becomes petrified with panic, he was the one to mess with the wiring so you wouldn’t have access to the outside world or the news. The fear that freezes him, suddenly jolts him out of shock, almost running to the living room where he finds you flicking through the channels. He doesn’t think before he snatches the remote out of your hand, turning the device off and gaining everyone’s questioning gaze.

“Yoongi?”

“Hyung, what are you doing?” Taehyung asks in disbelief, he just got comfortable for movie night.

He can’t say a word, his mind drawing blanks for an excuse.

“You’ve been acting weird all week,” Jin says.

“What the hell is going on with you?” Jimin looks at him as if he’s grown 2 extra heads.

“No tv,” he breathes, the panic not subsiding. Namjoon stands behind him, his cheeks sucked in as he watches the scene. He’s still angry from the fight with the prince, but he wasn't vindictive enough to throw him under the bus.

“Why?” Hoseok asks.

“He’s hiding something,” you finally speak after observing him, trying to take the remote back but he grips onto it like his life depends on it.

Jungkook had followed behind the two when they entered, moving towards the screen while you and Yoongi stared at each other. He uses the controls on the TV to turn it on, Yoongi’s face turning blank when he changes channel. It’s his worst luck that it revealed what he tried so desperately to hide.

You turn to the image of your father’s coffin being walked out of his castle, held up by 6 men as Baekhyun and Taeyeon walked behind it dressed in black. The words the newscaster was saying don’t even reach your ears, your face contorting from shock into pain.

“Jagi…”

You start hyperventilating, the others caught in stupor, unable to move. The king was dead, and they all had strong suspicions that Yoongi knew.

“Y/n let’s calm-“ Namjoon tries reaching for you but you snap away at his touch.

“Did you know?” He would take bullets right now than the look of fire on your face.

“Y/n-“

“Did. You. Know.”

But his face confesses for you where his words can’t. That’s all it takes for you to break down, falling to your knees with your arms around your head, whimpering not just at the loss of life, but the loss of trust.

“Jagi,” Yoongi tries again, his heart blaring fast in alarm.

“Don’t,” the strength in your voice is gone, but he knows not to say another word.

The tension turns thick, Jungkook mutes the news channel, but the footage of your father’s funeral still plays on the screen for them all to see. Minutes pass, no one daring to speak first. Jin glares at the prince, knowing what emotional turmoil he just put you through, how could he keep this from you? His gaze flickers to Namjoon with even more contempt.

“I have to go back,” you say more to yourself than them, coming to stand on wobbly legs, but your words cut through the silence for them all to hear.

“No,” the prince almost growls at the suggestion, but you look ready to tear him right back, looking like a wounded animal on edge, ready to do whatever to survive.

“You,” that one syllable held more venom than he had ever heard from you, finger pointed like a knife in accusation, “don’t get to decide for me, you don’t get to control me, y-you-“

You can’t help it, your words falter as you break down again, the corners of your sneer weighted down by grief, the bottom lip trembling as the fire in your eyes is drowned out by tears.

“You of all people know what it’s like to be controlled your whole life, and you tried to do that to me.”

Your words hit him, they do, like a truck to the chest, ploughing him down, but he can’t regret his actions, only your sorrow.

“If you go back,” he takes a step towards you. “We,” he points to himself and the rest of inhabitants in the room, “go back.”

He waits for the realisation to pass your eyes, and he knows it’s there as they soften on him for a moment.

“If we go back Jagi,” his voice cracks, hating himself for causing you this pain, but wanting you to listen to him. “We are dead men.”

“I can ex-“

“They won’t wait for an explanation Y/n!” He yells frustrated. “They’ll sentence us to death before we’re questioned, you know how it works! How it really works.”

Your lips quiver as you try to look strong, but everything inside of you is crushed. The hurt clawed its way through your body, reducing you to nothing.

“I should have married him,” you say quietly to yourself but the sincerity in your tone breaks their hearts. You regretted choosing them, choosing your freedom.

“And lived unhappily ever after?” Yoongi scoffs with disgust at the image of you and Wang at the altar.

“And this is better? Letting my country and my people fall into the hands of a psychopath? Be betrayed by men who I thought loved me enough not to lie to me?” you reply, staring despondently at nothing. “I was born with my duty and I have failed it.”

His red rimmed eyes can’t look at you.

“For what?” Your hoarse voice presses, hurting you all. “For something as trivial and fickle as love, the monarchy comes first and I have forgotten my place.”

“Please,” he begs, head hung low as every word you uttered, although right, killed him.

“My father was right.” It was like a final bullet, the harshest slap or ice bucket thrown over him.

You turn to Namjoon.

“If you didn’t love me, would you have let me escape?”

Both your minds go to the night he caught you, the night their feelings were revealed. He thinks it through, understanding his own duty. You stare in silence, his mind calculating, overthinking. There just wasn’t a world that existed in his mind where he didn’t love you, so how could he answer?

“I don’t know,” he confesses sincerely.

“I wish you didn’t,” you breathe. “My father might still be alive.”

“That’s not your fault,” Taehyung says but you shake your head.

What if he died because of you? Because you ran away? The guilt eats away at you, and you know if Yoongi and Namjoon were honest from the beginning you could have accepted it, could have leaned on them for emotional support but now you felt a rift between yourselves that ran too deep to fix. Yet despite that distance that now existed between you, you had no one else to turn to.

“I don’t know what to do,” you sob, looking to them all for guidance. It was ironic that you were now technically queen, and you had no clue, no power, nothing.

They stay silent, solemn as they look to the ground and avoid your gaze.

“Princess there’s nothing we can do,” Jin says softly, not wanting to upset you but unable to feed any fantasy you had of fixing this.

“I can’t leave my people to Taeyeon,”

Yoongi stands in front of you, his eyes piercing into yours, with an anger you couldn’t place.

“They’re not your people anymore,” he says harshly, “you abdicated, this isn’t your problem.”

“Hyung,” Jimin warns him gently, he was pushing it.

You search his eyes, wondering why he was trying to hurt you further, until you realise there was fear he was trying to hide with his wrath.

“You knew when you left, eventually Baekhyun and that psycho bitch would be next in line,” Yoongi continues, ignoring Jimin. “You don’t want that life Y/n.”

A knock on the door snaps everyone’s attention to the sound, the tension not broken but they’re grateful for the pause.

Your new friend enters cautiously, eyes wandering around the room at everyone’s sullen expressions and the endless stream of tears pouring down your face. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.

“Nym, is everything okay?” Namjoon asks politely, not appreciating the disruption but knowing there wouldn’t be one without good reason.

“I… I did some digging,” Nym breathes nervously, wanting to bolt out of the room with the heaviness in the air but this was important. “The authorities already know something was unusual with the late king’s passing so-“

“You knew too?” The sting of betrayal had you interrupting before you could stop yourself. You were stuck on this island and you thought you could run to your friend’s place for help when the conversation was over but now you truly had nowhere to turn to. This paradise had turned into a prison, they weren’t going to let you leave.

Nym looks at you sadly, apologising silently hoping what was uncovered with a week of no sleep would earn your forgiveness.

“I thought hard about what I could do to help, and I think I have something.”

“What is it?” Hoseok asks.

“The authorities know there’s something odd about the King’s passing, but Prince Baekhyun and his wife closed any investigation, so I did some digging,” Nym explains, feeling the intensity of everyone’s stares, no one breathed. “I…”

She pauses, looking at you wondering whether it was right to just lay everything out on the table, but how can something so destructive be cushioned. Namjoon’s eyes glance towards the laptop in the computer genius’s arms.

“What did you find?” you barely whisper.

“She didn’t cover her tracks very well,” Nym replies, hesitating. “I don’t think you should see this.”

“Taehyung and Jimin, maybe your should take Y/n-”

“No,” you interrupt, the hell were they going to discuss this without you, that was what caused this fucking problem in the first place. “Show me.”

Your eyes don’t implore your friend, they demand authority and everyone in the room understands why you deserve your title, blood had nothing to do with it. The laptop is placed on the table, everyone’s eyes glued to the screen.

“The Imperial castle has two sets of security cameras, someone hacked into them to erase everything the night of your fathers death,” Nym explains. “It took a week but I recovered them.”

“How did he die?” Jin asks what you couldn't stomach asking.

“The official story is he mixed medication with alcohol and…” there's a pause for concern over your wellbeing, but you were done with walking around eggshells, they were all broken anyway.

“Say it,” you beg.

“He fell down the Castle stairs,” Nym says, watching your reaction cautiously, “there was a dent on his head that was unexplainable with the fall, but they think he might’ve bumped it on something given his state. They blamed the security camera malfunction on the storm.”

“And what actually happened?” Namjoon asks.

“Just play the footage Nym,” you say, it didn’t matter anyway, what was done was done, what you wanted was the truth.

After a deep breath, Nym presses play, the screen is grainy at first but clears. Your father comes into the frame, obviously heavily intoxicated with someone pushing him from behind. Whoever it was, wears a ski mask, looking around on edge. There’s a glint of metal in their hand that you can’t make out but it’s pressed against his back. After a stumble, he trips on the ground, and the masked figure tries to pull him up. They get into a tussle, your father grabbing the individual but only able to pull off the balaclava. Your breath catches as you recognise her, and now the object in her grasp. You jump when the pistol is slammed against his skull, and he’s pulled to his feet. He’s disorientated, clutching his head in his hands before he’s pushed to the stairs. You close your eyes, knowing what was about to happen, and you thought you could stomach it but you can’t. Arms wrap around you, someone strokes your hair. You bury your head into his chest, knowing it was Taehyung who had come to comfort you from the most abhorrent scene you ever had to witness.

“I’m so sorry Y/n,” Nym says sincerely as you muffle your cries.

—

They sit in silence once Nym leaves, the hours tick by with you sitting on the ottoman alone, too quiet, too stoic, too deep in thought. No one dares to break it first, no one dares to move, scared that the already fragile state of your being could shatter more than it already had. There was no coming back from this, that was the fear, no recovering.

The footage would be released with your permission, it would solve the issue of letting the psychopath sit in your throne, and yet there was another fear in the room. The proof of your father’s murder didn’t solve everything.

“I’m going back,” you say calmly.

“But-“

“You’re not coming with me,” you don’t mean it in a cruel way but it still breaks their hearts. “I have a role I was born to serve, a people who need a queen they can trust, not some relative who thought they were safe from ever having to wear the crown.”

“But we’re happy here,” Jimin says with wobbling lips, eyes and nose streaming.

“Why can’t we come with you?” Jungkook cries.

“Because for right or wrong reasons, the government will still have you tried for concealing my whereabouts without consulting the royal guards,” you state, hating the matter of fact but you couldn’t risk their safety. “Rules are rules, and no matter what story we spin, we still broke the law.”

“You’re going to leave us?” Hoseok asks in disbelief. “After everything.”

You bite your lip hard to stop your eyes watering but it doesn’t work. This would be the hardest thing you would do but it needed to be done.

“Not forever,” you promise, voice hoarse and heavy. “But until I can clear your name and guarantee your safety, this will have to be goodbye.”

“No,” Yoongi shakes his head, his arms crossed, his eyes closed as if that would protect him and stop everything.

“You and I both know what happens if you come back with me Yoongi,” you sniff. “If you get imprisoned in my country, the repercussions will be war and you know it.”

“What if we go back to our country?” Hoseok suggests, “Yoongi’s uncle might be able to liaise with little Queen’s government and clear our name.”

“There’s no guarantee that would work,” Namjoon sighs, massaging his head with his fingers as he tries to solve this impossible conundrum. Politics was more complicated than chess, it was like playing on a board 50 times the size with a thousand more unique pieces.

“Not to mention what Y/n’s government will force her to do in return for clearing our name,” Yoongi seethes, finally looking at you with a sad anger welling his eyes. “What if they ask you to marry Wang like your father proposed, to honour his wishes and get whatever deal he was offered by selling your hand in marriage.”

“That’s not how it works,” Tae says in disbelief, looking between you and Yoongi waiting for someone to reassure him you wouldn’t become a pawn for your country. You only look at him sadly in reply.

“One problem at a time please,” Jin mutters, catching Namjoon’s headache.

“Please don’t go back,” Jimin begs, the palm of his hands covering his eyes as he sobbed. This was so cruel, that they finally got to taste a life with you in their arms for only seconds before you were taken away.

“What if Princess married Hyung?” Jungkook suggests desperately, but the question makes you burst more into tears, your head tilted to the ceilings as you try to stop.

“She can’t get married without the permission of the courts,” Namjoon says solemnly, head hanging low. “And Yoongi Hyung’s uncle would never agree, there’s too much bad blood.”

“He barely agreed to let Yoongi become little queen’s guard,” Jin remembers out loud.

Yoongi shakes his head. He hated this, the fact his blood had a say in his life, ruled it without thought to what he wanted.

“If my father was king he would have allowed it,” Yoongi admits, for years he prayed his uncle would sire offspring so the crown would never fall on him, now he was second guessing his wishes.

You both look at eachother, another life flashing before your eyes, one so out of reach it was more of a fantasy than a dream. You still held a resentment for his actions, but the concept of leaving him overcast everything. You understood it to some extent but you truly didn’t know whether you could forgive him.

“It doesn’t matter,” you say, “right now it doesn’t change anything.”

He hangs his head in shame, knowing he really fucked up beyond repair.

Your attention shifts to Namjoon as he kneels in front of you, the equation in his head starting to solve itself. His eyes implore into yours, the rest of the group fade to the background when he takes your hands into his, his warm touch soothing you.

“You always said growing up royal was awful,” He starts cautiously, not wanting to cause any more problems or misunderstandings. “There were too many rules, too many restrictions, too many classes on how to behave.”

You nod as you take in his words, wondering where he was going with this.

“Your father pushed you away, there's a history of that you know,” he informs you. “The first heir is always treated differently, the spare is raised with less restraint, they say the prospect of raising a child who is set to replace you throughout time has caused parental rifts.”

“Where are you going with this Joonie?” you ask, he smiles apologetically, the tangent was somewhat an accident to avoid a harsh truth he needed to reveal.

“If you go back, your whole life is decided for you, Queen of a country or not, the government will set your alliance to someone they see fit, you will be expected to have two children, at least, and then they will be subjected to everything you did growing up.”

You stare at him. The thought had crossed your mind before but you always swore you would do better. The reason your father was so harsh on you was he couldn’t have a spare, your mother died too soon after your birth. You were it, he drilled that into you from day one.

“I can protect them,” you say weakly, tears starting again when Joon shakes his head in disagreement.

“I know you’ll fight Y/n, but it would be you against a hundred officials, you tried to fight your father and you couldn’t and every one of those officials were behind him in his decision.”

“Joon,” you cry, wanting him to stop. His hand squeezes yours, the other wiping away the teardrops gently trying to cushion his words.

“To the world, you are so privileged, and part of that is true, but they haven’t seen you suffer like we have, and I hate to think about how much you suffered before meeting us.”

You sniff, looking around the room at the rest of them looking so downtrodden, your eyes falling last on Yoongi who wipes his tears before they can fall. Yoongi, who understood you through experience, who you connected with the moment you met.

“You guys are the best thing that ever happened to me,” you tell them truthfully, “I don’t want to go back without you, but I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do.”

“It’s your decision little Queen,” Hoseok steps forward, smiling sadly but knowing how hard this was for you. “We’ll support you no matter what.”

The younger three glare at him for that comment, the others hanging their heads low as if in prayer.

“Whatever happens,” Jin agrees, “you always have our love and support Princess.”

“Please,” Yoongi begs quietly, his face scrunched in pain as he cries openly. The sight breaks your heart all over again, you really did hate seeing him in pain.

—

“After the tribulations and trials of our beloved royal family, I think the country can say this is a monumental event in history. Like treachery out of a mediaeval plot, today also marks the one month anniversary of the death of our late king, murdered by the wife of his nephew in a scheme for the crown.

Of course this plot was unveiled by his daughter, who at the time fled the country for her safety, but returned to ensure the safety of her people and bring Kim Taeyeon to justice.”

Sadness sat like stones in their stomachs, sinking slowly as your face graced the screen. You smile but they know it doesn’t reach your eyes, you wave to the crowd and the cameras before climbing into the carriage off to the citadel for your coronation.

“She looks so beautiful,” Taehyung mumbles, in awe of your figure in the red ruby gown. He blinks back tears, your absence didn’t get any easier for them, and seeing you on a screen just cemented the fact you were no longer here.

“I can’t believe she went back,” Jin whispers to himself but the others hear. They also hear his unsaid words hiding between the lines, you chose duty over them, the irony was hard to ignore. You always thought they would do the same.

“Of course the matter still remains about the young Queen’s foreign bodyguards who’s current whereabouts are unknown. There is massive divide in the country and government over the actions of Kim Namjoon and his men, one of whom is the current Prince of another nation. There are calls for their presence in the court, others are demanding they receive the medal of valour, and during a recent official press conference this is what our new Queen had to say…”

The screen shifts to you at a podium, cameras and lights flashing on your form as you look at your paper. They hadn’t seen the footage yet but the date stamp on the footage showed it was from a few days ago. Jungkook holds his breath, waiting for you to speak, it felt like a lifetime ago that he heard your voice.

“I understand there is a lot of speculation over my disappearance, and rumours that I was abducted by the men sworn to protect me.”

The youngest can’t help sniffling at the sound, he misses you and the feeling opened new excruciating wounds in him where he thought there was room for no more.

“I am here to clear any misunderstanding over the events of the last month or so. This accusation has put to question the character of the men my own father, the late king, employed and I can say one thing for certain with absolute conviction…”

You take a pause, looking up at the cameras as if staring into each of their souls. They can see the longing in your eyes, the tears forming that you blink away, a moment of weakness that you had to hide.

“Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin… Min Yoongi,” you take a breath as if his name pained you. “Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jung Jungkook are the best men I have ever met, and they saved my life, and any call for their imprisonment is a crime against the crown and against me. I will do everything in my power to clear their names, and have them return. Our relations with King Min must remain peaceful, and I will not have my country tarnish their character and cause unrest between two nations.

My first act on the throne will be to resolve any remaining issues between our countries and draw up a new treaty with King Min, and I know my people will stand with me. Thank you.”

“She’s gonna do it,” Namjoon says quietly but proudly, smiling sadly when he sees the resolve on your face as you start answering press questions. “It’ll take some time but we’ll be by her side again.”

The room is quiet as they watch the footage change back to your coronation, all of them swallowing back tears with heavy hearts. They wished they could be standing there beside you, but one day they knew they would be again, no matter how long it took.

There are cheers coming from the crowds as the crown is placed on your head, you take a deep breath that they can all see, a smile to the people but your eyes are glassy.

“Our beautiful little Queen,” Jimin says in awe, tears slipping that he can’t help.

“I know she’ll be the best Queen in the world but I’m so anxious for her,” Jin breathes, his heart nervous for you.

“I wish we were there,” Hoseok whispers.

“She shouldn’t be there,” Yoongi says solemnly, standing. “She should be here with us.”

The others watch him walk out of the room, the prince had fallen into a deep stoic state, they just hope the hurt would fade with time. You carved out Yoongi’s soul the day you left, they could only pray he would find himself again.

—

You don’t know how you managed to give your new staff the slip, you had paid the driver off with enough money that he couldn’t refuse, despite what your advisors and the government officials tried to stop you from doing.

You knew it would bring you nothing but more grief, but you had to. You could already hear Namjoon berating you, it almost makes you smile before you remember why you’re here. You’re glad to see the tower is cold and depressing as promised, the criminals in here were all in treachery of the crown.

The guards all gave you worried looks as you demanded to see her, and there she stood in the last cell, trapped behind metal bars finally looking like the madness she held within. Her hair stood on end, a nest of knots that could never be undone, much like the chaos she caused in your life.

She sees you, and now you really do smile vindictively when her eyes travel down the length of your coronation gown before fixing themselves on the crown that sat where it belonged. She growls, her teeth baring in disgust and hate you never witnessed before.

She presses herself against the metal, reaching for you as if she could snatch all her wants within her grasp.

“You abdicated, that crown is mine!”

It was strange, confronting her like this. Almost surreal, the concept that this was the woman you befriended, the woman who failed in killing you, and the woman who murdered your father. There was no denying it, you saw it for yourself.

“Why couldn’t you just stay away?” she has the gall to sob, to truly cry over her loss as if she was the victim, and you knew then there was no hope for her, not that you would ever offer it to her in the first place.

You shake your head in disbelief, a humourless laugh before you take a step closer, wanting no one but her to hear your words.

“You know what?” You start, voice quiet but unwavering. “If you had just left everything well enough alone, I wouldn’t be here, if you didn’t let your greed become so heinous it cost a man his life, eventually you could’ve worn this crown and I would have let you.”

She screams, the sound making you want to slap some sense into her.

“But your actions have cost so many people in so many ways,” you say sadly, not an ounce of sympathy for her, but for yourself as selfish as that might sound. “I can see now there’s no saving you.”

“That crown is mine! THAT CROWN IS MINE!” She repeats it as if it would become true, getting louder and louder as you stare.

“You killed my father you psychotic bitch,” you spit, but there was no point to this, there would be no real justice for her actions, and she would never regret them. You wonder what closure you were trying to gain by being here, there was nothing you could do to make her feel your pain.

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“Your majesty,” your new personal advisor bids your farewell. You had moved to the cold imperial castle, the official site for the monarch. The day had cost you all your energy and you could barely bring yourself to climb the stairs to your new chamber. You try to ignore the urge to glance towards where you know they found your father’s body, the hurt of losing him still fresh despite the strain of your relationship with him. You push away the thoughts to deal with another time.

Your jaw hurts from forcing your face to smile all day for the public eye, as you get ready for bed the deep empty void in your chest gets filled with pangs of sadness so intense you have to stop and breathe for a moment. You had kept it subdued all day for duty, but it came back with a vengeance.

You were now Queen, and completely utterly unfathomably alone. The thought grips you so painfully in the silenve you can’t help the sob that turns into a wail. There was no one here to comfort you, no one to hear you yet you still covered your cries with your hand, sinking pitifully to the floor.

The agony of leaving them didn’t fade for a day. You forgave Yoongi and Namjoon the second you returned to this awful cage, wanting to regret leaving them but there was nothing you could do about your decision now. You knew what Yoongi was trying to protect you from, there was no malice in his actions, just desperation that undid you both. You walked back into the life you tried to escape, and lost far more than you could ever explain.

In truth you didn’t know whether you would see them again, whether you would win the fight to clear their name. You would never give up, you couldn’t, the only thing that kept you going was getting them back, otherwise this was going to be a long lonely purgatory for you without them.

“Min Yoongi I forgive you,” you barely breathe out loud, needing him to hear you no matter how impossible. You knew him better than you knew yourself, knew he needed to hear those words for his own peace, or he would never forgive himself. You knew what state you left him in, and that one thing was your biggest regret.

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aguststhv · 2 years ago

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Melting Your Heart- MYG

╰ ̷ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ → 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝖼��𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖪𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖸/𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖸/𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖸/n'𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖣𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝖼𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋, 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 "𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾". 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖸/𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍'𝗌 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄?

╰ ̷ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ → 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾!𝗒𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

╰ ̷ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ → 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗎, 𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗒! 𝖺𝗎, 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌(?) 𝖺𝗎, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍.

╰ ̷ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ → 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅, 𝖼𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗌, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁.

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aloneatpeace · 11 months ago

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Fall of Empire

MAID '7'

Summary :𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓯𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 . 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 . 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓷𝔂 𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼.

→✒️:★: ͜͡✿͜͡ →.- this is pure fan fiction it's not real. I mean no disrespect to any of the members.The stroy is fictional it's doesn't have anything to do with the real life members of bts.

.→✒️:★: ͜͡✿͜͡ →. Sorry it's short chapter guys

Your heart beats anxiously, griping the apron that hug around your waist, the clothes fit you well. Emma guides you through the halls of palace. “We can start with mopping the ballroom” she quietly says glancing back at you while walking.

You nod seeing that she is speaking quietly almost faintly that you are afraid your voice would only come out as loud and disturb the peace atmosphere. The ballroom stands empty, silent and still. The polished the hardwood floor and high, painted celling reflect the flickering glow of the chandlers overhead. Tall windows set into one wall overlook the guidance, while ornate doorways on each side of the room lead to other parts of the palace.

Emma hands you a rag and bucket of water and instruct you to starts with the door you two quietly starts working, scrabbing the door to the floor there was no exchanges of words between the two of you as you both worked.

Hoseok stands in between jungkook and jimin waiting for yoongi to show up, they had huddled together outside the palace near to the stable.

“Hoseok how are you with swords?”

Hoseok thinks for a moment if he become a he would not have access to the palace where you are, who would even allow a stable boy enter the palace. If he become a knight like his new friends then he can enter the palace with no difficulties even if he would a low rank the possibility would be higher to if he become a knight.

“I do well” he decided

Jimin raise his eyebrow at the male who clearly laying but says nothing jungkook beams “That great, you can even train with us”

Hoseok nod and his eyes finds yoongi walking towards them “Yeah, yoongi I want to become a knight” he states without any hesitation the other knights look dumb found at the male who freely called the commanders son’s name without any fear, no one had dared to addresses by his name it always Sir yoongi, or Sir Min yoongi.

They were expecting yoongi to glare at man but they were surprised when yoongi merely just nodded. the selection for knights and stable boys done relatively quickly. The sun had long set; the moon slowly rise in the sky hiding behind the clouds. The three knights had taken hoseok to where they reside the youngest one said that he could stay with them and hoseok found no reason to deny the request, hoseok and the new knights are instructed to starts training early morning under one of their supervisions.

Thaddeus Theron knuckle softly knocks against the door of king’s study quarter, the door opens by one of the servants who bow and move out the way Theron enter the room before motioning the servant to leave with a flick of his wrist.

The king sits on his chair looking out of the large to the sky “is everything in order for their arrival”

“Yes, my king” Theron answers “You seem troubled my king”

The king nod “I am afraid they remember what happened maybe he does” his voice came out Shakey

Theron understanding what the king refers walks towards the king “burden not my king, its was years ago its impossible for them to know, the emissary informed that princes are oblivious as ever. And even if they come to know, they do not hold the power to compete against you”

“I am getting not any young, Thaddeus. The throne belongs to one of them”

Theron nod “But that does not mean we cannot control them, what we need to pass the throne my king not the power”

“Keep everything in control as well” the king adds

“Certainly, my king”

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moonchild1 · 2 years ago

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jeon jungkook fic rec list (Ⅷ)

it's finally here! i've been working on this list for so long and honestly with the release of seven i had to reorganize it but it's finally ready soooo here's a list of the fics i've been reading lately, honestly i loved every single one of them and enjoyed it so much and i would sell my soul to get a chance to read them all over again, i've been exploring way more and reading genres i haven't read before so i am so excited to post this list, i've grown attached to alot of the series so i'm beyond excited seeing how they all play out but i hope you all connect and fall for the fics as well and experience that excitement too... remember to follow, like, comment and give lots of love to our talented writers they deserve so much love and support i mean look at all the magic they share with us!! and check out their masterlists too you might find your faves as well... as you know majority if not all the fics i rec contain smut so no minors allowed and also dni. i love that you guys have been sending me recs and questions i love hearing from you so please do keep sharing them and asking... stay happy and healthy everyone and enjoy the list till next time 💘🖤

a- angst s- smut f-fluff

series

employed by @personasintro f s a (ceo au slow burn e2l) updates on wattpad

seven days by @/kithtaehyung f s a (fuckboy jk roommate to lovers)

candles & flames by @taegularities f s a (enemies to lovers royal/regency au fuckboy jk)

ego season by @sparklingchim s (jock jk fwb brothers best friend college au)

the lucky one by @babystrcandy f s a (rivals/enemies to lovers childhood friends)

bangtan scouts by @hisunshiine f s a (fantasy au college au friends to lovers)

seven days by @/hisunshiine f s a (brothers best friend age gap fwb)

bloodline by @jjkeverlast s a (fwb au slow burn college au)

seven days a week by @/jjkeverlast f s a (fwb au college au)

dextrocardia by @jeonstudios f s a (officer au undercover fake marriage e2l)

drown for you by @/jeonstudios f s a (siren au)

as we were by @archivedkookie s a (infidelity au marriage au slow burn) ft yoongi

secret slut by @jeonsweetpea s (office au assistant jk)

moonstruck by @/jeonsweetpea s a (supernatural au slow burn e2l based on the vampire diaries and legacies)

angel’s trumpet by @hansolmates f a (idol au supernatural au)

timing by @spideyjimin f s a (dad jk past lovers au)

full stop by @1oserjk f a (divorce au parents au)

spicy n sweet by @thvhoe s a (boxer au established relationship)

the princess and the rockstar by @httpknjoon f a (rockstar au royalty au)

redamancy by @lesgetittkookie f s a (rich girl au s2l)

the ability to fathom by @hanniwrites f s a (brothers best friend idiots to lovers pining college au virgin au)

denial by @girlygguk f s a (idol au fwb brothers best friend)

safety net by @pradaksj f s a (boxer au e2l)

the forgotten spaces by @oddinary4bts f s a (slow burn e2l dancer au college au)

sinful lust by @oddinary4bts s a (threesome au) ft. boyfriend myg

over wine by @koocycle f s a (marriage au)

friday nights and take-out by @ahundredtimesover f s a (idol au s2l)

blackout by @jjungxkook f s (bf2l roommate college au)

the damsel & her knight by @jimilter f a (chaebol au ceo jk e2l)

at your service by @untaemedqueen f s a (escort au s2l ceo au)

pr disaster by @ughcore f s a (e2l actor au fake dating)

aphrodite in war by @jungblue f s a (frat boy au fake dating roommates e2l)

to err is to love by @jungkookschin f a (exes au dilf au ceo au)

live through this by @starshapedkookie s a (exes frenemies to lovers band au)

my love is here by @solemnreads f s a (unrequited love best friends slow burn)

clash by @matchagator f s a (neighbours slice of life e2l)

to what we were before, and all the things after by @orchidyoonkook f s a (prince jk s2l f2l slow burn college au)

one-shot

devoted to trouble by @/jeonsweetpea f s (spiderkook)

accidental roommates by @/jjkeverlast f s a (dilf au roommates to lover e2l)

calling you cool by @/kithtaehyung f s a (rockstar au s2l)

college nights, diner fights by @/hisunshiine f s a (e2l waiter au)

love is gone by @jeonbunnie s a (established relationship break up au)

the boy with galaxies in his eyes by @/oddinary4bts f s a (idol au fuckboy au fwb tattoo artist au)

no longer strangers by @soft4gguk f s (summer love strangers 2 lovers)

the hating game by @sxtaep s a (e2l lawyer au)

what if i love you too much? by @taleasnewastime f s a (single mom au neighbours to lovers)

jasmine by @/btssmutgalore f s (friends to lover shy jk) on ao3

please don’t go by @httpjungkookcom f a (spider kook childhood best friends)

boy's a Liar by @/thvhoe f s a (best friends bf e2l college au)

masked by @flymetothejoon s a (drummer jk s2l)

lonely hearts club by @joonbird s a (tattoo artist dystopian au)

this is how you fall in love by @jeonqkooks f s a (rockstar au established relationship)

freak-quency by @gukslut f s (rockstar au s2l)

boots by @/gukslut f s (rockstar au)

wake up call by @junghelioseok s (established relationship)

orange tulips by @kainks f s a (soulmate au reincarnation)

skirt chaser by 1kook s (f2l college au)

blueberry haze by @caelesjjk s (drummer au s2l)

cabin fever by @jeongi f s a (ex best friends unrequited love)

the millionaire and his lover by @gukyi f s a (f2l ceo au fake dating one sided love)

take what’s yours (and stay) by @kidguk f s a (f2l s2l pinning)

overtime by @cupofteaguk f s (ceo au boss au)

↬looking for other jjk fics or the other members check out my library

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sweetcarrotsandroses97 · 2 years ago

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70% of winter!!!

I can't wait to finish this chapter and publish it! I really hope you will all like it. 💜 💜 💜

4 Seasons | Masterpost | JJK

Pairing: Royal Guard!Jungkook x Fem!Princess!Reader, Prince!Jimin x Fem!Princess!Reader. (ft. Yoongi & Hoseok)

Warnings: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, historical period, old traditions, angst (again), love, forbidden love, royal au, historical au, love triangle (?)

In which you, princess of the Gyeongdong Dynasty, were in the middle of wedding plans. An arranged marriage that would guarantee your father's bloodline to stay in the royal family.

Or in which you were assigned a new royal guard that swore to protect you with his life. Jeon Jungkook. That's his name. A name you could never forget. A name that, slowly but surely got engraved not only in your memories but also in your heart.

Love, politics, betrayal and desire. All in ancient history. A love that never should have happened, two souls that wouldn't be allowed to be together.

~Moodboard

Teaser

Pt 1. Summer |9.4k words|

Pt 2. Autumn |16.6 k words|

Pt 3. Winter 70%

Pt 4. Spring (Finale)

Taglist is open for this fic!

~Taglist for Four Season: @seokout @ackercute @lovingkoalaface

~Masterlist

**I do NOT give my consent for this or any of my works to be posted or translated into any other platforms or languages.

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hamburgerndsprite · 2 months ago

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Sprite's Favourite Fics {Bangtan Fics} Part 11

Note: (I'll keep updating the lists as I read more fics. Also, all the moodboards are edited by me therefore I request everyone not to repost them as theirs)

[Masterlist]

[OT7]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Tangled Hearts by writersrealmbts

Pairing: Hybrid! Poly! Bts x Reader Genre: hybrid au, Monsta X cameos, Angst, Fluff, Suggestive Stuff, SFW Wordcount: 22,844 Description: Hybrid!ot7 x reader: You have seven hybrids and life with them can be both good and stressful. Some days are better than others, but in the end, you know that they’re always there for you, in more ways than one.

{SERIES}

➺ Royal/Bodyguard AU by jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue

Pairing: Bodyguard! BTS x mafia princess! Reader Genre: fluff + angst Summary: your bodyguards became your best friends and you couldn’t imagine your life without them. Chapters: 7/7

➺ Before I Leave You by hollyhomburg [ONGOING]

Pairing: Beta! Yoongi, Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin, Genre: Omegaverse, Mafia Au, BTS x Reader Parts: 80 chapters Posted Summary: Someone always has to leave first; They just didn’t expect Yoongi to come back with a new omega (who’s clearly been through some shit).

➺ A Place Called Home by agustdakasuga

Pairing: vet! reader x Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour Parts: 25/25 Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

[KIM NAMJOON]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Growth by happy-meo

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader Genre: Fluff, mild angst Summary: Namjoon was everything you weren’t but you were everything Namjoon wasn’t.

➺ Autumn Night by sodoyouknowbts

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader Genre: Romance, steamy smut Summary: You attend an event to support Namjoon, who is the keynote speaker for the night. You can’t help but feel insecure about the attention and the advances he is receiving from the girls he lectures. You attempt to leave the event early, but he stops you, intent on reminding you exactly what you mean to him.

[KIM SEOKJIN]

{ONESHOT}

➺ With You by yoonpobs

PAIRING. kim seokjin x reader GENRE. marriage!au, divorce!au, childhood friends2lovers!au, angst, fluff, smut WORDS. 22.1k SUMMARY. Marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.

➺ Turn Back Time by raplinesmoon

pairing: baseball player!Seokjin x doctor! reader (based on the movie 13 Going On 30) genres/au/rating: fluff, humour, angst, smut, time travel au, 18+ word count: 13.3k summary: After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

➺ Good Girl by Jamaisjoons

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: seokjin x reader x yoonji x jimin ❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut • some fluff, pwp au. ❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 23k : ) ❥ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 accidentally walking in on your boyfriend’s flatmate, min yoonji, and her boyfriend park jimin, was probably the best thing you’d ever done. 〞

➺ The End by Jimlingss

➜ Pairing: Jin x Reader ft. OT6 ➜ Words: 31k ➜ Genres: 50% Fluff, 50% Angst ➜ Summary: It’s been a habit of yours to vent in the form of love letters. There’s six in total. They’re kept secret, hidden in your closet. But on your 30th birthday, what you least expect is for each letter to become reality. All done by the whacky ghost of Christmas future trying to grant your birthday wish.

➺ Lost and Found by taleasnewastime

Pairing: Jin x reader Genre: fluff; angst; sfw; strangers to lovers. Word count: 21.2k Summary: What do you do when your whole world comes crashing down around you? When everything you loved turns out to be a lie? When your fiancé tells you he’s been having an affair, you feel like your whole world comes crashing down, but then you find an antiques shop and the strange man that runs the shop helps you slowly rebuild your life and realise maybe not everything about you is broken.

[MIN YOONGI]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Bangtan's Receptionist by wooataes

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Min Yoongi x Fem! Reader, implied ot7 x Fem! Reader Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: Mafia AU, swearing, Death, blood, injuries, mentions of human trafficking but nothing too detailed, guns, character death. Summary: Bangtan’s contracts are clear and concise. They are to be followed to the letter, including the most important rule, do not touch their men.

➺ Crave You by borathae

Pairing: Yoongi x f. Reader Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, some Fluff, smol lil Angst Summary: ”You should be angry at him for breaking his promise to you, but how could you, if kissing him feels so good? Or alternatively: all it takes is a small fight to discover a kink you and your fiancé share...”

➺ Anything by jiminrings

pairing: yoongi x reader wordcount: 10k glimpse: yoongi doesn't want to move on from his ex because she's everything he's ever known, whereas you want to move on from him because he's everything you've ever loved. alternatively, yoongi's your best friend and you've been in love with him your whole life.

➺ The Final - Day 02 by yoongiofmine

Pairing: DDAY!Yoongi x Groupie!Reader Genre: idol au, porn with a lot of plot, one-shot WC: 16k Summary: You've been Yoongi's go-to companion for the past few years, well aware that's all you were going to be. Despite your very real, growing feelings for the rapper, you took what you could get every time. Now, you're backstage at day two of the final leg of his tour when another member takes an interest in you. Will it be enough to make Yoongi realize he's got competition?

➺ Damn the Charcuterie Board [M] by bratkook

pairing: min yoongi x reader x park jimin genre: light crack, smut, pwp, warnings: threesome (obvs), oral sex, face riding, unprotected sex, sloppy seconds, stupid jokes about raw meat lmfao word count: 6.7k of pure filth

{SERIES}

➺ Take Five by jiminrings

pairing: yoongi x reader wordcount: 10k genre: angst, fluff, unrequited love, so much pining glimpse: dr. min yoongi’s a board-certified dermatologist; skilled, renowned, and in-demand — oh and also, he’s divorced. alternatively, you’re yoongi’s nurse and you have a crush on him, and he gives you five chances to ask him out — he never said anything about accepting though.

➺ Oh, Baby! by honey-boyyoongi [ONGOING]

Pairing: single dad! Yoongi x Reader Genre: Fluff, angst, crack, neighbor au Chapters: 60/61 Summary: Min Yoongi, is a simple man. He likes his coffee black and iced, he enjoys his job, and he loves his baby girl. But what happens when the new neighbor, quite literally, drops into his life?

➺ Pink Bird House by 54daysormore

Pairing: Single Dad! Yoongi x Reader ft. Mini Tae Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Tae is yoongi's baby Parts: 25/25 Synopsis: Tae really wants a pink bird house, but his dad is definitely too busy to make one with him. Enter Y/N. Then exit Y/N. Right?

[MIN YOONJI]

{ONESHOT}

➺ La Petite Mort by snackhobi

pairing: assassin! Min Yoonji x assassin! reader word count: 9.7k genre: f x f smut, assassin! Au summary: Based on a post that said: "my ex-wife sent an assassin on me but I sent an assassin on that assassin & they fell in gay love & now they're having sex in my guest bathroom"

➺ As we go along by ddaenggtan

pairing | min yoonji x reader genre | NSFW; Fluff, Smut, a dash of Angst bc why not, idiots to lovers, enemies to lovers, Awkward Gays, Idiot/Oblivious Gays, OH The Min Twins aka Yoongi and Yoonji are siblings uwu wc | 10.4k summary | Four years ago, the beautifulstunningattractivefrustrating Min Yoonji came into your life. Ever since, it’s been a competition between the two of you to win the HOA’s Holiday Decorating Contest. The fiery looks she gives you paired with the pointed insults throw you off your game every year, but not this time. This holiday season, you’re determines to win; and along the way you might just find that Yoonji’s been trying to win something else. ;OR the queer hallmark movie of your dreams.

➺ The Song Thief by justanotherstarlightmonger

Pairing: Idol! Min Yoonji x Idol! Female reader Genre: Smut, fxf, idol! au Word count: 4.5 k words Summary: Min Yoonji makes sure you're not stealing her latest song

➺ Good Girl by Jamaisjoons

➺ Chatoyant by jincherie

pairing: min yoonji x reader genre: hybrid!au, magic!au/ witch!au, familiar!au, smut, slight angst words: 15.5k summary: You’re a witch, and Yoonji is your familiar. The tension between you has been rising steadily over the months, and comes to a head after Jungkook and Taehyung pull an April Fools joke that doesn’t quite go right. Perhaps you should thank them for how things turned out... right after they finish running from Yoonji, that is.

[JUNG HOSEOK]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Midnight Rendezvous [M] by kookscrescent

➤ pairing│Hoseok x female reader ➤ genre│smut, fluff, boyfriend au ➤ word count│6k ➤ summary│Because of a rule that was implemented at Hoseok’s apartment, he has to sneak you in without his roommates finding out. But perhaps you were a little too loud...

➺ Us by honeymoonjin

pairing: idol! Jung Hoseok x gf! reader genre: FLUFF, established relationship, idol au summary: ❝ Among the publicity of being an idol, hoseok wants his proposal to be a private affair. ❞

[PARK JIMIN]

{ONESHOT}

➺ 100 km/hour [M] by chateautae

➵ pairing: fuckboy!jimin x f. reader ➵ genre : college!au, smut, pwp ➵ rating : 18+ ➵ word count : 7k ➵ summary : what exactly happens when you and your friends have to pile into one car for the ride home after an insane halloween party, and you find yourself sitting in park jimin’s lap? especially when he's dressed as an angel, and you're in the sluttiest devil costume ever?

➺ Sugar, Spice And Everything Nice by dovechim

➾ pairing: weak sperm jimin x witch! reader ➾ wordcount: 13k ➾ genre: a crack smut essentially ➾ summary: you and jimin have been trying for a baby for the past six months, to no avail, but then you realise one crucial mistake: you’ve been neglecting your witchy heritage. what ensues is a month of trial and tribulation... for jimin at least.

➺ All into You [M] by taegularities

pairing: Jimin x female reader genre: fantasy!au, HP!au, established relationship, fluff, some crack, basically pwp wordcount: 7.1k Summary: “The weather. It was nice today, no?” you repeated yourself, your gaze meeting his hazy, lustful eyes. “You’re literally riding me right now.” Teasing your boyfriend while being surrounded by your closest friends? Entertaining. But when he drags you away to punish you for it? That’s when you’re in for a ride.

➺ Damn the Charcuterie Board [M] by bratkook

➺ Let's get Quizzical by taleasnewastime

Pairing: Jimin x reader Genre: friends to lovers; fluff; angst; smut Word count: 28.6k Summary: Thursday night pub quizzes with your friends are a must. One of those friends being your long-term friend, long-term crush, Park Jimin. At this point 99.9% of the population knows you have feelings towards him, Jimin being the 0.1% that doesn’t. But what happens when a bet goes wrong and your weekly quizzes become more complicated than fun?

➺ Into the Wilderness by gukyi

pairing: park jimin x female reader genre: angst, fluff, comedy, camp counselor!au, unrequited love!au, friends to lovers!au word count: 27k summary: alright, so last summer’s camp was... disastrous. from the murky green showers to the wasps nests, it was all-around a bad time. but none of those things could be quite as catastrophic as the end-of-camp counselor campfire, when you told park jimin that you were in love with him. and if telling him was terrible, then seeing him again this summer, one year after your fruitless confession, just might be the death of you.

➺ Turn to Stone by jjungkookislife

❄ pairing: gorgon!jimin x elemental!reader ❄ genre: established relationship, supernatural au, smut [18+] ❄ wc: 8.4k ❄ summary: Childhood best friend turned boyfriend has only wanted one thing in his life, to be able to look you in the eyes without the risk of turning you into stone. The last (and only) time it occurred, it was nearly fatal for you but with your anniversary coming up, he’s willing to give it another go.

➺ Home is where the heart is by bangtanfanfiction

♢ Pairing: Jimin x Idol!Reader ♢ Word count: 12K ♢ Genre: Fluff, angst if you squint ⌲ Description: You’ve been together with Jimin for about three months. But you’ve been keeping a big secret from him. A secret in the form of your 6 year old daughter

➺ Paper Hearts by namfinessed

pairing: jimin x reader genre: fluff, college au, friends to lovers word count: 9k summary: hearts fragile like paper, tear it or don’t?

➺ Potions by taleasnewastime

Pairing: Jimin x reader Genre: Prince Jimin, Healer reader, royal au, fluff, angst. Word count: 23.6k Summary: Magic is banned, to perform it is an act punishable by death, a law brought in by the queen. And yet, here you are, living in the same palace as her, defying that law by performing the magic she so hates. You don’t feel at risk of being found out, you are only a lowly healer, a nobody. But when the prince discovers you and can’t seem to leave you alone, you may not be as safe as you thought.

{SERIES}

➺ Tainted by muniiimyg

pairing: jimin + oc au/genre: est relationship, angst if you’re a crybaby, fluff COUGH COUGH jimin + oc are SOFTIES, ex-fuckboy!/ex badboy! and angelic oc, and somewhat healing vibes warnings: implied smut, one sided pining, explicit language, self doubt/hate aka insecure jimin parts: 20/20 summary: after going public with their relationship, everyone is amused as jimin isn’t exactly what they had in mind for a girl that is practically an angel. perhaps a dance with the devil is what it takes for both worlds to fall into place. + nobody thinks he’s good enough for her. she think he’s all she needs. he wants her to be right.

[KIM TAEHYUNG]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Unbreakable by smoljimjim

>Pairing: Taehyung x OC named Siri, lovers-exes-lovers >Genre: angst, small fluff, happy ending >Word count: ~16,300 >Description: Taehyung and Siri were the perfect couple and had the perfect relationship. They were known as the 'unbreakable' couple. That was until Taehyung found out something about Siri he couldn't ignore. He thought he knew everything about her, but this... this one thing was a relationship deal breaker.

➺ Requested Drabble by taleasnewastime

pairing: idol! taehyung x reader genre: fluff, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au summary: The reader meets Taehyung, but she initially has no idea who he is until he introduces himself. Taehyung is immediately drawn to her and goes out of his way to charm her. One thing leads to another, and they end up having a passionate encounter together.

➺ Sunflower Boy by happy-meo

pairing: taehyung x reader genre: fluff summary: a fluffy oneshot of when reader met taehyung for the first time. [Part of First Meeting Series]

➺ Good Luck Charm by gukyi

pairing: actor! kim taehyung x female reader genre: fluff, angst, unrequited love, friends to lovers!au, roommates!au word count: 11k summary: kim taehyung has nearly everything he’s ever dreamed of: an apartment in new york city, a lead role in an off-broadway play, and a best friend to share it with. but even still, there’s one thing missing—love. and when he goes on the hunt for it, he dots every i and crosses every t, leaves no stone unturned, but forgets to look at the person who could ever love him the most: you.

{SERIES}

➺ With a brush of fate by yoongiofmine

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x f!reader Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers. Parts: 21/21 Summary: Your roommate was sure she found you the perfect man. Her boyfriend believed he found Taehyung’s soulmate. The only problem was that you never wanted to date an idol and he never wanted to drag you into this life. Taehyung didn’t even know what he wanted anymore and was tired of being criticized for simply growing up. You just wanted to finish university and do something for yourself. What started out with the meddling of your friends became something neither of you expected. Could the two of you be what the other is missing? Or would things just fall apart?

[JEON JUNGKOOK]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Daybreak by bbangtans

pairing: rockstar!ex!jk x f!reader genre/tropes: angst, fluff, exes to ???, right person wrong time/second chances, jungkook is so romance film lead coded – charismatic and well-spoken and genuine and ughhhhh i be fawning frrrr, this takes place where both jk and reader are 28ish, jk is a lead singer in a band with tae-jimin-yoongi, and y/n is a working professional wordcount: 10.1k Summary: One of your favorite things to do when you were in your early 20s was stay up late where reflective conversations eventually blurred into nonsense as the sun rose alongside someone you thought you would spend the rest of your days with… Now you’re stuck in New York City for one night due to a delayed flight with that very person standing there in his leather jacket and guitar case in hand across from you at the airport gate. See, fate is a funny thing and Jeon Jungkook could always find the humor in anything.

➺ Lucky Number 7 by smoljimjim

>Pairing: husbandJK x wifeOC named Siri >Genre: slight angst, satisfying ending >Word count: ~7500 >Warnings: swear words, JK's a cheater, the world works in mysterious ways. >Description: The seven-year itch has hit Jungkook. It hit him so bad, he did the unthinkable to his wife, Siri. How will Siri handle it?

➺ Cool with You by kooktrash

➣ pairing: afab!reader [she/her] x neighbor!jk ➣ genre/au: strangers to friends to lovers. smut. ➣ wc: 14.6k words ➣ summary: your break up from kim taehyung sent you spiraling into what felt like a midlife crisis of tear stained cheeks and tubs of half eaten ice cream with a broken heart. after finding out that your neighbor, jeon jungkook, was eavesdropping on your meltdowns and came to find out that your ex was his old friend, he found himself wanting to comfort you. he knew the kind of guy Taehyung was and he didn’t want to see you beat yourself up over a guy who wasn’t worth it so in the end he helped you through it and was unable to ignore the growing attraction you felt toward each other.

{SERIES}

➺ The Cocktail Triology by borathae

Summary: “It takes a trilogy to tell this story. It is a story of love, friendship, the hardships of being young and unexpected encounters. Experience the tingling butterflies of a summer’s love unexpected, witness the significance one little mistake can have on the lives of others and feel the exciting sparks of a love so strong it could move mountains. Find out what it means to grow up, what it takes to find yourself and how to make the best out of your granted time on earth.” 1. Tequila Sunrise 2. Purple Rain 3. Orange Ginger Tea

Tequila Sunrise by borathae

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader Genre: s2l!AU, Diner!AU, Biker Gang!AU, Smut, Romance Chapters: 5/5 Summary: “You always thought of your life as nothing exciting. Small town, stable job at the local diner, a roof over your head and nice friends. It didn’t take much to make you happy. But that all changes with the arrival of Jeon Jungkook, mysterious biker with dark hair, inked skin and a preference for leather jackets. It doesn’t take long for you to realise that life has so much more in store for you and Jungkook is happy to show you all of it…”

2. Purple Rain by borathae

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader, Yoongi x Jimin Genre: Biker Gang!AU, Road Trip!AU, Smut, Romance, Hurt and Comfort Chapters: 29/29 Summary: “Two months on the road with Jungkook and his friends and you couldn’t be happier about your life. You spend your days laughing, dancing and rolling around the sheets with the boy of your dreams, all whilst visiting beautiful places. But your idyllic life soon changes, when Taehyungs past catches up with him, putting not only him, but your entire gang in danger. Can the group get through his betrayal and if so can you outrun the danger before it is too late?”

3. Orange Ginger Chai by borathae

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader, occasional Taehyung x f.Reader & Taehyung x Jungkook Genre: Smut, Fluff, slice of life!AU, established relationship!AU, domestic!AU, tattoo artist!Jungkook, restaurant owner!OC Chapters: 54/54 Summary: “Snippets out of the adventure, you and Jungkook call “your life together”. This is a collection of drabbles all in the name of The Cocktail Trilogy couple. They all play after the events of the main story.”

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star-my · 1 year ago

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BTS Fic Recs ☆ Tumblr (ii)

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

~Ao3 RECS HERE~ ~Recs (i)~ ~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!

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

☆ Crescent Bound series by @parkhabits | Werewolf AU | 32k+

☆ Tainted Souls series by @mininky | ?2l Vampire au, Canon Idol-verse | ?k

Kim Namjoon

☆ He Loves Me series by @bratzkoo | Sugar Daddy AU | 11k +epilogue to come

Kim Seokjin

☆ How to Fake A Boyfriend series by @bts-reveries | F2L Fake Dating AU, Youtuber AU, SMAU | ?k

☆ the taming of the bridezilla by @cinnaminsvga | F2L Fake Dating AU | 7k

☆ Arrogant by @dreamyjoons | FWB2L Uni AU | 7k

Min Yoongi

☆ bloom by @aquagustd | BBF AU | 15k

☆ want a taste by @suga-kookiemonster | S2F2L Mall AU, Rapper AU | 18k

☆ Private Lesson by @dntaewithluv | FWB2L Pianist AU | 6k

☆ what's poppin' by @joonberriess | Sugar Daddy AU, Canon Idol-verse | 2k

☆ angel by @joonberriess | Established Relationship, Canon Idol-verse | 7k

☆ honey bunny by @lonelyhobi | Established Relationship AU | 6k

☆ boseong breakfast by @honeymoonjin | S2F2L B&B AU | 24k

☆ subscribed by @aquagustd | S2L Uni AU, Camboy AU | 15k

☆ eargasm + eargasm, pt 2 by @lavishedinjimin | S2L Phone Sex AU, kind of Uni AU | 24k

☆ first love series by @clouditae | F2L Uni AU, Tattoo Artist AU | ?k

☆ skin deep series by @aquaminwrites | S2F2L Tattoo Artist AU | 47k

☆ ink petals by @yminie | S2F2L Florist AU, Tattoo Artist AU | 11k

☆ love is for the birds, baby by @mininky | (F)E2L Tattoo Artist AU, Author AU | 13k

☆ Arranged series by @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong | ?2L Arranged Marriage AU, Chaebol AU | 111k

☆ punch drunk by @joonbird | R2L Boxer AU, Rival's Sister AU | 33k

☆ Sweet like Candy series by @lysjeon | E2L SMAU | ?k

☆ loser baby series by @dejayoonw | R2L SMAU, Witch AU, Uni AU, kind of Hogwarts AU | ?k

☆ heaven's winter by @jksangelic | Supernatural AU, Angel AU, Historical AU | 19k

☆ under the sun by @mirahuyooo | Greek Mythology AU, Greek Gods AU, Historical AU | 25k

Jung Hoseok

☆ baseline by @jiminrings | R2L Teacher AU | 3k

☆ Hot & Bothered by @sahmfanficbts | Gardener AU | 3k

☆ the art of war by @wwilloww | F2E2L Historical AU, Arranged Marriage AU, Royal AU | 5k

Park Jimin

☆ kiss the girl by @sketchguk | F2L Disneyland AU, Coworkers AU | 5k

☆ the happiest place on earth by @dovechim | F2L Disneyland AU, Coworkers AU | 24k

☆ florezco by @honeymoonjin | S2F2L Roommate AU | 24k

☆ Midnight Munchies by @yoongihime | Deliveryboy AU, Uni AU | 2k

Kim Taehyung

☆ good girls go bad series by @jkstompers | S2F2L Uni AU | 46k

☆ paper cranes by @aquaminwrites | F2L AU | 18k

☆ rubies and roses by @min-youngis | S2?2L Fake Dating AU, Chaebol AU | 40k

Jeon Jungkook

☆ Part-Time Lover by @sketchguk | Fake Marriage AU, Agent AU, Journalist AU, Spy x Family AU | 31k

☆ the art of series by @venusianguk | S2F2FWB2L Grocery Store AU, Single Parent AU | 95k+

☆ Heartbreak Trials by @dreamyjoons | R2L Roommate AU | 14k

☆ Stress Relief by @strawbkoo | F2L Roommate AU, Uni AU | 5k

☆ ego series by @suga-kookiemonster | F2L Uni AU, Fboy AU | 97k

�� Confident series by @h0neypjm | FWB2L Uni AU, Fboy AU | 23k

☆ what money can buy by @jeonstudios | Sugar Baby AU | 18k

☆ rich people shit by @nochueso | S2L Uni AU, Chaebol AU, Sugar Daddy AU but you're the same age? idk | 11k

☆ Diamond in the Rough series by @kimvtae | S2F2L Chaebol AU | 25k

☆ glitter & disquiet series by @joheunsaram | Youtuber AU, Chaebol AU, CEO AU | 36k + drabble

☆ oxytocin by @chemicalpink | FE2L Chaebol AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 6k

☆ the lottery offering by @skswriting | S2L Werewolf AU, kind of Arranged Marriage AU | 22k

☆ to tame a god series by @jeonstudios | S2L Werewolf AU, Supernatural AU | 50k

☆ This Mortal Coil by @jinfizz | BFF2L Werewolf AU | 40k

☆ Temptation series by @aiimaginesbts | Werewolf AU | 25k

☆ Law of Nature by @ausblack | F2L Hybrid AU | ?k

☆ deal by @jeonstudios | S2L Demon AU | 20k

☆ calling you cool by @kithtaehyung | S2L Rock Band AU | 12k

☆ his by @thvhoe | R2L BBF AU, Band AU | 6k

☆ most undesirable by @kinktae | S2L Regency/Bridgerton AU | 5k

☆ bad delivery by @jeonstudios | Deliveryboy AU | 5k

☆ Accelerate series by @dreamscript | S2L Racer AU | 8k

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 >.<)

☆ @eoieopda's masterlist

☆ @gimmethatagustd's masterlists (mxr) (mxm)

☆ @helenazbmrskai's masterlist

☆ @jeonstudios's masterlist

☆ @jjungkookislife's masterlist

☆ @jkstompers's masterlist

☆ @lovesickjoon's masterlist

☆ @sketchguk's masterlist

happy reading!

#group: bts #type: fic #member: ot7 #bts fic recs

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back2bluesidex · 1 month ago

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Clandestine - MYG (18+) [Teaser]

Pairing: Crown Prince!Yoongi X Royal Employee!Reader

Theme: angst, mutual pining, almost strangers to lovers au, modern royalty au, forbidden love au.

Word count: 0.5k (for the teaser)

Summary: Crown Prince Min Yoongi has a secret - He doesn't want to be the king. Neither does he want to be engaged and eventually married to the business tycoon's daughter that has been chosen for him. He is already throat deep in dilemma when you enter in his life to increase every issue by ten fold because now soon-to-be king Min Yoongi is in love with you and falling for a royal employee and pining after her is nothing short of a Clandestine affair.

Warnings: Mature themes, implied depression, smut in later chapters.

Minors do not interact!!

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It takes the woman a full two minutes and half to take him to the shore. And once both of them were on their feet, he pushes his savior away (she falls on her butt and again that’s none of Yoongi’s business) and focuses on nursing the pain that’s currently splitting his scalp in half.

“Hey you! I just saved you and this is what I get in return!” he can hear shock and disappointment in the voice but he has his own demons to tame.

If he could he would have buried his head in the sand now but that’s for another day.

“Did I ask you to save me?” He finally stands straight, opens his eyes and faces the woman behind destroying his escape.

The woman, you, are rather small but you certainly exhibit extreme power despite your small frame.

You have a small face - a beautiful one, big eyes, full lips - if Yoongi wasn’t mourning his greatest loss today, he would have fallen for you right here and now.

You grasp upon having a clear look at his face. Rubbing your eyes once you straighten your posture and face him with a jaw hanging ajar.

“Y-your hi-highness.” you grasp. Yoongi realizes the ocean water hasn’t wiped out his identity just the way he would have liked.

“I am sorry… to intrude on whatever business you had in the ocean. Please, spare me from execution.” your voice trembles as you bow deeply.

Yoongi laughs. For the first time in a week (or maybe months) he laughs genuinely, from the core of his heart.

“You were right. I was trying to die. And don’t worry. I won’t have you executed for saving my life.” Somehow his words are less heavy now. He feels light. Maybe it’s the ocean or maybe it’s the presence of a stranger - you.

But he regrets it. As soon as his words are out of his mouth - a confirmation that can make national news, can put his eligibility for the crown under scrutiny - he regrets.

He expects you to appear shocked, grasp, fall on his knees and tell him not to die like an average person but do none of it.

You laugh, as breezy as the ocean air. Yoongi stares shamelessly.

“All of us want to die at a point in life. It’s alright. But you know what - you are too young. If wikipedia is right then you are twenty-one now. Try again in five or so years. Maybe it will be worth dying then?” Your speech fills the gap of Yoongi’s wit that he didn’t know he had.

“I guess.” he murmurs, as he keeps staring at you.

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liveyun · 7 days ago

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DEADL7NES | bts

seven stories. seven boys. seven endings you can’t run from.

▸ status: active

▸ rating: 18+ (dark themes, emotional horror, selective smut)

▸ genre: dark fantasy / horror romance

▸ warnings: individual per drabble — mind the tags.

▸ connection: loose canon. standalone mostly.

updated every 7 days.

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01. the archivist

⏳ kim namjoon

status: posted april 7 ☑

tags: liminal horror, eldritch joon,, pretty men are dangerous

life has bothered you enough that you end up taking a job at a forgotten archive. somehow, one of the barren books seem know too much about you, and so does he.

read here

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02. the eternal feast

⏳ kim seokjin

status: due april 14

tags: dark fantasy, immortal royalty, subtle body horror

you’re invited to a royal banquet that never ends. the guests are beautiful, the food is perfect. but now, you can’t find the exit door.

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03. the tune of your heart

⏳ min yoongi

status: due april 21

tags: haunted love, musician au, body horror

the pianist next door plays only for you, his music wraps around your chest. turns out, the music he plays is meant for your heart — not you.

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04. the man in the mirror

⏳ jung hoseok

status: due april 28

tags: cursed object, liminal horror, mirrorverse, smut

he lives in your mirror—beautiful, lonely, kind and has a smile which defeats the sun. you want to free him from his ‘curse’, but he tells you that it comes with a price.

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05. the sweetest sin

⏳ park jimin

status: due may 5

tags: cursed bakery, indulgence, body horror, smut

his desserts taste like your wildest dreams come true. but you’re always hungry. unbeknownst to you, their cost is far beyond paper bills.

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06. the masterpiece

⏳ kim taehyung

status: due may 12

tags: painter au, gothic horror, possession, smut

it’s your first time meeting the artist of the century— but just when you’re about to meet him, you find a painting of yourself — bare. and it looks way too real to be a dream.

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07. the perfect doll

⏳ jeon jungkook

status: due may 19

tags: artificial lover, uncanny valley, obsession

he’s everything you want—until you find the room full of glass cases. each one holds his face. and now, he wants yours.

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yoongsriverandme · 2 months ago

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― THE PIRATE AND HIS LOVEBIRD || CHAPTER i

❝ So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake … At least I've gotta try …❞ - Labour, Paris Paloma.

⤑ pairing: min yoongi x fem!reader

⤑ genre: smut, fluff, angst, slow burn, s2e2f2l, enemies-to-lovers, action, pirate!au, royalty!au, found family, fantasy!au (kinda), historical!au.

⤑ wc: 4.8k

⤑ chapter warnings: period typical sexism and misogyny, heavy hints of emotional and physical parental abuse, arranged marriages, and light injuries! (lmk if I missed anything!).

⤑ author's note: ALRIGHT!!! CHAPTER ONE!!! uhh, yoongi is VERY mean in this first part, but it's not enemies to lovers for no reason!! 😁 (it gets better i promise!).

✑ masterlist | series masterlist | next!

⁘ preface: i only use bts as face claims! they are my muses, so anything they say or do, do not reflect their real life character!

There is only so much adventure that you can have in the palace.

When you were little, the world seemed bigger than it really was; the markets were always a little too busy, the palace halls crawling with maids and staff alike, but your favorite part was watching the cargo ships dock.

You would drag your vanity chair – which at the time had been a stool – and prop it up under your window where you would watch with stars in your eyes as unknowing sailors unloaded goods from the different regions.

You were caught once, basking in the way the sea breeze whipped at your face and kissed your cheeks. Your mother had looked almost angry as she stomped over to where you were suddenly cowering away from her.

“Get away from there!”

She had almost fallen out of the empty space with how far she stretched to grab the window’s handles. She slammed them shut so hard you were convinced she would have shattered the glass because of the impact.

“A life out there is nothing a princess should yearn for.”

The next time you went to open it, there was a lock that you couldn’t reach.

That did not seem to deter you, though, because you could still feel the uncontrollable wanderlust nipping at your heels, continually shaken by that familiar tingle that would run through your legs that encouraged you to go to sea.

Your curiosity was easier to contain when you barely breached five-foot, where sneakily wandering off would be extinguished by a pair of hands lifting you up and settling you on a hip, where classrooms would serve as a makeshift holding cell as you were kept in place by a tutor.

But as your teenage years crept upon you, you were an absolute nightmare.

Your rebellion had landed you forcibly locked in your room more times than you could count just because you had managed to successfully trick the guards that had taken you into town.

You were continually suppressed, with guards stationed outside of your drawing room because of your terrible tendency to skip tutoring.

More often than not, you could never get past the guards at the palace walls to get to the ocean, so you would instead choose to frolic amongst the flowers in the royal garden, then sheepishly reappear in the grip of a maid with the expensive cloth of your dresses obliterated by dirt stains.

It always felt like a race to freedom, because you were well aware of what awaited you when you came of age.

It was what every woman was expected of, royal or not; get married to a man of a respectable title, produce an heir, and be the polite, dutiful wife.

It was consistently drilled into your head every time you had done something to anger your mother: “Your future husband will never tolerate such a flighty woman.” You often recall her saying as she would watch your maids scrub said dirt chunks out of your hair.

You would spend many-a bath time listening to her scolding, much to your guardian’s chagrin.

Your parents knew their control was slipping, and that is when they stuck you with your now long-time best friend Kang Ji-ho.

It was obvious that he was to be groomed to be the next army General, seeing as though he had come from a lineage full of them, and you were his greatest challenge, his trial run: keep the runaway princess’ feet on the ground.

You had despised him at first, because even though he was a year or two older than you, you were expected to show him respect as though he was already ranked, and quite frankly, it was annoying.

He was usually the major foiler of your plans, always stepping in when you would gear up to sneak away, lingering in the background watching, waiting to spoil your fun and keep you in your golden cage.

You could feel him hovering, and you tugged the hood of your cloak over your head as you attempted to lose him in the swarm of people that were crowded in the cobblestone street.

For a moment, you thought you had succeeded, until you felt a presence behind you, and you couldn’t help but huff.

“You seem to be going the wrong way, Your Royal Highness.”

Ji-ho’s voice is void of any emotion, more factual than anything. He wasn’t taking pleasure in stepping in your way, he was just stating what he saw; but to you, it seemed as though he was more than pleased at being able to keep up with you.

“Yeah, yeah.” You all but hissed, crossing your arms and glaring at him. “It appears so.”

But it was in moments of isolation where you would come to learn that he wasn’t actually your enemy, just another kid like you that had been thrown to the wolves because you had been deemed uncontrollable.

The walls of the palace had served as a metaphorical hand on your throat and you felt the looming dread of your first official debut into society approaching.

You weren’t ready. You do not think you could ever be ready.

You needed to go out, for just a moment.

You stood outside of your bedroom door, eyes scanning up and down the halls for any presence of guards. This is as far as you’ll go.

At least, that’s what you had told yourself.

Then you saw the darkness outside from the glass window in the hallway.

You watched, enchanted as the moon’s glow rippled down the surface of the ocean, penetrating it with its beauty despite the body of water’s cruel tide.

Then you ran.

Down the hall, out the door and out the gates, all the way until your feet had finally hit the cool sand. You did not care if someone saw you, or how long you had left to bask in the unending presence.

You shivered, the air kissing at your skin like it had done all those years ago.

Looking out the window wouldn’t cut it this time.

You wanted more - no - needed more. More from this. More from life. More from the chains that bind you to a title and a duty that you do not want.

Tears burn at the back of your eyelids, and your fingers twitch anxiously.

Your skin burned, partly from the seabreeze stabbing through the thin cotton of your nightgown, but also the feeling of utterly helplessness at your fate.

There is a heavy thump behind you, and you’re well aware that you’ve been caught, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“I cannot go back.” You spoke, your voice cracking.

“Your Royal Highness.” Ji-ho spoke from behind you.

For the first time since you were kids, his voice wasn’t void, wasn’t factual, it was sympathetic, understanding.

“I…” You shook your head. “I cannot do this. This cannot be my life.”

You stared up at the stars, willing, begging for the sky to open up and take you away.

“Your Royal Highness…” Ji-ho’s voice trailed off.

There is a moment of silence and some rustling before a cloak is placed around your shoulders ever so gently. He’s careful to not caress your bare skin, and you are grateful for the peace offering.

You tug the furs tightly around yourself, and your eyes fall from the sky to the ocean in front of you.

“Do you ever wonder what it is like to be a bird?”

Ji-ho is taken aback. “A bird, Your Highness?”

“Yes,” You nod with a wet chuckle. “A bird.”

“I am… afraid I have not.”

“I have.” You let the atmosphere settle before speaking again. “A bird represents freedom.” You finally turn to look at him, and you’re surprised to find that he is in casual clothing instead of the usual iron uniform.

“You can put it in a cage for however long you desire, but once you let it go, it will always be free. It can get away from its captor. It can go anywhere that it pleases. There’s no duty tying it down. Just the wind beneath its wings and the water underneath its feet.”

You allow your friend to understand the weight of your words, its double meaning. His face softens ever so softly.

“It sounds like a wonderful life to live.” Is what he says, matching your quiet tone.

“Yes… it does.”

Of course, your best friend was not always such a stick in the mud, because as you blossomed into a young woman and him into a handsome gentleman, he would occasionally humor you in your schemes now that he was stronger.

“You are supposed to be in tutoring, Your Royal Highness.” Ji-ho’s voice holds amusement, though it doesn’t show on his face.

You know he is feeling playful by the slight tug at the corner of his mouth, so you decide to push your limits.

“You may be right, but does the weather not just feel excellent today?” You ask as you tuck your arms behind your back and turn your face upwards so that the sun’s rays can warm the skin there.

Ji-ho regards you with a raised brow, and you stand there until he cracks.

“What do you want from me?” He’s being informal, and you know you’ve won.

“To distract my mother for a bit while I galavant amongst the flowers.” You say mischievously.

“I will do thirty minutes and then you return to your studies.” You pout. “Just thirty?”

“Do you want to make it twenty?”

“No, no! Thirty is fine, I suppose.”

“Wonderful.” Ji-ho says with the faintest smirk.

He’s more lenient on leaving you alone in places within the walls of the castle, but when it comes to public endeavors, he was a bit more protective. You have grown used to the hovering, however, so it doesn’t really bother you anymore.

There is one place you can rarely go, but Ji-ho tries his best to get you there, despite your parents’ strict ruling.

Moments where you are allowed to go to the sand are few and far between despite you being an adult now; not only because it was dangerous, but because your parents knew what it would do to you.

They knew you craved the ocean, they knew you sought out the freedom and new experiences that could only be fulfilled on going on a voyage, and they’d be damned if they ever let you step foot off of the island.

You would take what you could get, even going as far as sleeping with your bedroom window open just to hear the rise and fall of the waves meeting each other.

Awakening to the seagulls call was more than enough for you given your circumstances.

You felt a bit suspicious though, because lately the King and Queen have been more lenient to your rebellion. Instead of where your knuckles would be red for your misbehavior, you have not received more than a slap on the wrist.

And now you understand why.

Their “kindness” never comes without a price.

You had just come back from horseback riding, Ji-ho’s horse following close behind as you basked in the smell of the outdoors.

You were damp with sweat, and your heart that sat nestled in your chest raced something deadly, but you couldn’t be anymore invigorated.

There was a large smile on your face as you swung off your horse, riding boots landing harshly on the coarse earth as the animal huffed and puffed.

“Great job, my love.” You encouraged the older mare, running your gloved hands through her caramel mane.

“Beom-soo!” You called out to the man that took care of the horses. “Please give my girl some water and feed. She had a great run today.”

The older man takes off his straw hat to run a hand through his hair, a deep smile on his face as you place the reins in his awaiting aged hands. “Will do, Your Royal Highness.” And he leaves with a bow.

Ji-ho is dismounting his horse, and his actions appear to be slow, slower than the usual calculative movements that he makes.

“You were slow today, Ji-ho.” You tease lightly. “Please do not tell me you are losing your touch.”

The man huffs, throwing you a side long look as another attendant comes and retrieves his stallion. A strong horse, that one is. Ji-ho’s had him since he was a baby, he has taught him well.

“Ah… I am just distracted.”

Your wide smile dims a bit in worry, but before you ask, your maid Sana appears hesitantly, looking around the barn for a moment anxiously before landing on you. There’s relief on her face as she approaches you.

“Your Royal Highness,” She bows at the waist when she greets you, and you bow your head in a quick nod. “Her majesty has asked me to retrieve you and prepare you, for there is a guest due to arrive any moment now.”

You don’t notice how Ji-ho tenses next to you.

“A guest?” You question with furrowed brows, and you cast a quick glance to your friend, hoping he may have some answers. He avoids your gaze, which worries you more.

“Yes, Your Royal Highness. Against my better judgement, I must urge you to hurry. Your mother was quite… miffed at your absence this afternoon.”

You sigh heavily. “When is she not miffed when I do anything?”

“I am afraid I do not know, Your Royal Highness.”

You make one last attempt to silently communicate with Ji-ho, but it seems to be of no use.

“Very well.” You begin to pluck off your riding gloves and throw them over one of the railings.

Sana blushes at your blatant disregard at the action, but Ji-ho just huffs.

“Let’s get this over with.”

You are surprised with how fast you are bathed and dressed, whiplash gripping at your tendons as your hair was styled comfortably.

Soon enough you are dropped off at the doors of the drawing room, and the guards next to the door reach for the handle on either door.

“Her Royal Highness, Princess (y/n).”

The sight you are met with displeases you greatly.

Your mother and father are sat across from a random man - who is sitting on your favorite love seat - the table between both couches sits tea and a wide range of sweets and snacks while they await your arrival.

“Mother…” Your eyes are stuck on the man for a moment before they drag themself to her.

She already looks like she’ll have your head if you make an attempt to embarrass her, so you force your feet to move and approach them.

“(y/n),” Your father begins. “I would like you to meet Prince Kim Ha-Joon, the heir to the Northern Kingdom’s throne.”

You blink wildly when the man stands up and bows deeply at the waist and your mom cocks her head in a motion for you to do the same. You’re a bit hesitant, but you oblige.

“A pleasure to meet you.” You speak unsurely.

“As I you.”

The man is a bit older than you, probably five to ten years, his age already showing on his face with deep wrinkles, and yet no crows feet on the corner of his eyes nor smile lines. No show of any happiness expressed.

You are instantly put off and you spot Ji-ho in the corner, and when he finally meets your gaze, he looks truly and deeply sorry.

“I am sure you’d be quite pleased to hear that Sir Ha-joon-ssi here comes to ask for your hand in marriage.”

The words that came out of your father’s mouth makes your heart stop, and your eyes widen as the feeling of existential dread pours over you like a bucket of water. The blood in your veins is ice, and you feel sweat begin to form at your hairline.

No.

This cannot be happening.

You thought you had more time.

Time to at least try and find a love match.

But it appears that the metaphorical timer is up.

“Is he now?” You finally muster up the courage to say, and your legs twitch. “That he is.” Your mother’s voice is hard, daring you to protest.

“Pardon my blunt words, sir, but are we… to be arranged to wed?” You ask in disbelief. “Ah,” Ha-Joon starts. “That is so, yes. But I have every intention to court you beforehand.”

“I…” Your voice fails you, and bile threatens to rise from the back of the throat. You swallow the burn down.

It is getting harder to see. The walls are closing in and the floor is heating up, like hot coals under your soles.

You have to leave.

You have to get away.

“I… excuse me - I do not mean to be crass but, I must use the washroom first. Then, I will be happy to continue this conversation.”

Your mom looks like she is about to throw herself at you, but your father simply puts an arm around her dress draped waist.

“Very well, but make it quick.”

You bow quickly.

You do not bother to look behind you as you take off down the hallway in a brisk walk, and you know you have a limited amount of time before they send a fleet of soldiers after you.

You constantly look over your shoulder for guards as you descend the stairs, daring to take two or three of them at a time before you make it down to the main foyer.

You all but slam into the large double doors as you slip on the long carpet, wrenching them open and shooting down the steps. Your shoes meet the crisp marble loudly, clacking and possibly alerting the other’s inside of your escape.

Your feet beat into the hard cobblestone wildly, the heel at the end of your lifted-flat digs into the bottom of your foot.

You don’t stop running as you pick up the trails of your dress; the lace trim manages to accumulate dirt and it flakes off behind you, leaving behind a cloud of dust.

The sun is high today, and it beats down on you unforgivingly.

Your legs burn and your feet cry out in protest but you do not dare to stumble, even as you finally swear and kick off said flats, effectively abandoning the expensive footwear.

It’s not like having your stocking covered feet on the heated stone below you is any better, but you manage to gain momentum as you finally make it to the crowded streets below.

Citizens aren’t able to get a good look at your face due to how fast you are moving.

You accidentally shove someone out of the way, but you don’t have much time to apologize, though, because you can see some of your guards alert and looking.

The time frame that you had to escape somehow shrinks and before you know it, you unconsciously carry yourself towards the docks.

It’s funny how life ends up to be a full circle moment, because now, you are left with the option of swimming fruitlessly or going back to the palace and being sold away to a man you do not know.

Neither sounds very appealing, if you were going to be frank, and you think for a moment that you’re doomed, until you see a seemingly empty ship sat stagnant, the plank settled against the side of the large boat and the wooden walkway.

You carefully waddle up the makeshift bridge, and you hiss at how hot the shined wood below you is, and you find yourself lifting up the trapdoor that must go down to the rooms in the hull.

The busy chatter of the lively streets above you turn into muffled background noise as you descend, and you dodge hammock beds that swing for no reason other than just because the ocean commands it so.

It is deathly warm below, the only thing breaking up the stifling heat is the occasional creaking and rocking of the ship, followed by a fleeting sea breeze.

You don’t know what to do from here, but you find that you do not regret where you have ended up, because when you peek out of one of the circular windows, you find a group of royal guards speaking to civilians, possibly inquiring about your passing.

One turns their gaze up to the exact ship you’re in and you gasp and duck, pressing your back up against the wall.

The adrenaline coursing through your body causes your hands to shake as you pull your foot towards your body.

The sheer stocking that had been serving as thin protection is torn, the dark gray material completely destroyed, but they served their purpose. The skin on the bottom of your feet is cut up and achingly raw.

There are little specks of blood and dirt wedged into the open wounds, and you clench your teeth when you force yourself to wiggle a pebble out from one of the slits.

There is not much to do when you find yourself injured on a random ship, but it doesn’t take you long to decide that you shall rest here until the search settles down and you’re able to slip away to the palace to discuss that you will absolutely not marry some random prince.

You do not care what allyship this commencement may bring; whatever idea they have about your future is not how it is going to go.

You don’t realize that you have fallen asleep until you are roughly ripped out of your slumber from being snatched up by the arm.

The person’s grip on you is tight and painful, and the room that you are in is so dark that you really can’t see much through your sleep ridden gaze.

The only light illuminating the hallway are lanterns hanging off of hooks on the wall, but even then, that does not help to see who your captor is.

“Unhand me!” You cry out desperately, your free hand coming up to claw at the one holding you.

The man grunts in pain as your nails bite into the skin, but he jerks you forward and you stumble.

Your fighting is of no use, because all of a sudden you’re being dragged up, up, up through the trapdoor and deposited mercilessly onto the wooden floor.

Your hands attempt to break your fall, and a sharp pain shoots up your wrist.

You are quick to sit yourself up and cradle the joint to your chest, frantically looking around and instantly feeling like prey.

There are men. Not a lot of them, but enough for you to feel threatened.

There’s seven of them by the looks of it.

You desperately search your surroundings for a means of escape, and it’s only now that you realize that for one, it is night time, the only thing lighting up the seemingly dark abyss is thousands of tiny little glowing holes poked into the atmosphere.

And two, you aren’t on land anymore.

You vaguely register the sound of the waves crashing against the side of the ship, the same ship that you had climbed upon earlier that day.

Oh, you’ve really done it now.

The man that awoken you breaches your field of vision and -

Oh.

He is beautiful.

Devastatingly so.

The cruel ones are always the prettiest.

“Who are you?” He sneers.

The man is small, yet deeply contrasted by his soft yet sharp features; his jaw angular, his lips bleeds through his roots, but his aura echoes of violence and danger, one that screams… pirate.

Someone on a merchant or cargo ship would not have treated a woman so foul unless they lived like the rules of the world did not apply to them.

Suddenly, everything makes sense.

You do not have much time to ponder this new revelation, however, because there is a sword at your neck, the razor-edged blade nearly cutting into the delicate skin there.

“I asked, who are you?”

The longer you take to respond, the angrier he gets, and he descends upon you, just a step, but it’s enough to send you tumbling back.

What are you to say? ‘Oh, I am the runaway princess of the Southern Region. Please, ignore me.’

“I - I am just a maiden.”

“Just a maiden?” He scoffs a disbelieving chuckle, “I find that hard to believe.”

You’re conscious about the presence of the six other men, and you are half tempted to look to them for help, but you fear that if you turn your neck too fast, you would slice yourself clean open.

“It is true.” You insist, your eyes narrowing.

“Tell me how a maiden somehow finds herself on my ship. Below the deck no less.”

“I am injured, you ruffian.” You snarl, and he looks taken aback by your insult, before his face crinkles in rage.

There were a few snickers that had sounded from behind you, but they quickly stopped when murder illuminated the man’s irises.

“I will not tolerate such disrespect. You forget yourself, girl.” He growls. “Your life is in my hands, and if I did not know any better, it would be against my better judgement not to end your life now and throw your useless corpse overboard.”

Your heart thuds against your ribcage, the same way it had when you had fled from the palace.

Yet, when you went to say something that may have furthered your foot in your - hopefully - metaphorical watery grave, one of the - you could only assume - crew members chimed in.

“Hyung.”

Said ‘hyung’s attention is stolen from you for just a moment.

“What?”

“I do not think it reflects well on your character to murder a helpless woman.” Your savior says in light amusement though there is a chide hidden within the undertones.

The sword wains just enough that you take the chance to scoot back slowly away from the threat;

“That does not matter when it comes to the crew's safety, Taehyung. For all we know, she could be a rat, or a distraction for an attack.” The sword rises to your face this time. “I will not take any chances. “Helpless” maiden or not.”

‘Taehyung’ flounders for a moment, and then his face lights up once more, seemingly with an idea.

“Were you not just complaining about the lack of numbers amongst us?”

The man is confused. “I do not follow.”

“Well… if she says she is a maiden, then that must mean she knows how to clean, right? We could do with the extra pair of hands, is that not right Jungkook?”

Jungkook sputters, and he’s obviously the youngest member on the boat with the way his cheeks flush at the sudden attention.

“Do not drag me into this!” He all but hisses.

“You are the carpenter! Would it not be helpful to get all this useless flack out the way so you can make the repairs easier?”

Jungkook looks considerate, but almost afraid to answer. “I… I suppose it could be nice.”

“See, Captain? He said it would be nice.”

“And I would be grateful for an extra pair of hands in the kitchen.” Offers a broad shouldered member.

“And a fresh set of eyes for my maps.” Adds a man with deep craters as dimples.

“And we can have more defense!” Says a surprisingly beautiful boy - which really is not that surprising, because you would be an idiot not to notice how attractive this whole crew was. It was unfair, truly.

But ah, so he’s the Captain.

Another piece of the puzzle that connects inside your mind.

The Captain is stupefied, like he almost can’t believe he’s being undermined, but you have a feeling this is a normal occurrence.

“We don’t even know her,” He tries to reason. “Who's to say she isn’t a danger to all of us?”

You finally chime in. “I am afraid I cannot feel my feet, let alone take on seven pirates who are equipped with swords and pistols.”

“See?” Taehyung continues to push.

“I…” The Captain flounders.

He seems to crumple, sheathing his sword and not even bothering to spare you another glance.

“Fine.” He sighs. “But if she screws up, I will kill her, and the blood will be on all of your hands.”

“I would not expect anything less!” Cheers Taehyung.

The man turns away, giving his back to you, but he seems to think better of it and returns to his original position.

He regards you with a deep, soul shuddering glare. “My name is Captain Min Yoongi, and welcome to my ship.”

You take the small sliver of courtesy as he stalks off towards what seems to be the Captain's quarters, slamming the door shut loudly behind him.

You have a feeling that this is only the beginning.

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aguststhv · 2 years ago

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Melting Your Heart- MYG | Ch. Prologue

╰ ̷ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ → 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖪𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖸/𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖸/𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖸/n'𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖣𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝖼𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋, 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 "𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾". 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖸/𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍'𝗌 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄?

╰ ̷ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ → 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾!𝗒𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

╰ ̷ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ → 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗎, 𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗒! 𝖺𝗎, 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌(?) 𝖺𝗎, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍.

╰ ̷ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ → 5560

╰ ̷ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ → 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾 ✓ | Ch. 1 | Ch. 2

Seoul, seven years ago.

It's a breezy summer night and King Ryung is holding a ball to celebrate his birthday.

The entire nobility and high society of the Korean Kingdom were invited.

Crown Prince Seung-gi is participating in the dances; meanwhile, Prince Yoongi is taking a stroll in the moonlit park with his old childhood friend, Lady Y/N, daughter of The King's best friend and counsellor.

"These shoes are killing me"

Says Y/N finding a spot to sit on a stone bench in front of the pond, the moon shining on its surface, as a light breeze ruffles a bit of her hair that is styled into a half-up, half-down updo.

The wind makes every single branch of the trees nearby move and the loose leaves fall into the pond's water.

Soon after, Yoongi joins her both in silence, enjoying each other's presence, Y/N sighs.

Taking the courage to finally announce that she got accepted into one of the most prestigious schools of architecture in Europe, she's been wanting to tell Yoongi for a while, but she always tried to push it back because of her feelings for him.

"Yoongi… there's something I need to tell you…"

Yoongi's eyebrows shot up in surprise as his best friend's tone got serious.

"Shoot whatever you need to say, Y/n"

"I'm leaving tomorrow… I got accepted into that University in Europe, the one that I've been trying to get into for the last two years…"

Yoongi stays silent for a couple of seconds, thinking whether he should tell her not to go because of his feelings for her or be happy for her and congratulate her on her successful task of entering university.

"Really? I'm so happy for you Y/n! But wait… tomorrow?! Why haven't you told me sooner?"

"I know, and I'm sorry for telling you like this, it's that I was still unsure of going."

"I understand"

Yoongi smiles at her but still feels a bit sad about the fact that they'll have to spend time apart.

After all, they both had grown up together, and it was usual for both to meet every day, mostly spending it listening to music, reading, or simply enjoying each other's presence.

He stands up, stretching his hand towards Y/n

"This needs a celebration itself!"

"What do you mean? What about the ball?! Wouldn't people notice that we're both missing?"

"I'm not my brother Y/n, it should be fine if we disappeared for more than we should. Follow me."

Yoongi leads y/n inside his father's office, where he mostly spends his time working on state matters and political businesses, the office is entirely covered in wood finely decorated and covered with paintings, and behind Yoongi's father's desk stands a tall, dark brown library full of old books, Yongi grins at Y/n and then reaches out to a mustard yellow covered book and takes it in his hands, once he opens the book it reveals inside of it that in fact, it's not a simple book but a perfect hiding spot for a set of old keys.

"What are you doing Yoongi? We shouldn't even be here!"

"Oh c'mon Y/n, don't you miss the old days when we were always up to no good?"

"Yes, but we never sneaked inside The King's office! And what are those keys for?"

Yoongi smiles again, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously

"What do you think they're for?"

"No. Do not tell me that those are the keys to your father's car. No, Yoongi, we won't steal The King's car"

"Oh no, these aren't the keys to my father's car, in fact, these are the keys to a secret place, my father doesn't even know that I know about this. Now, if you want to follow me, good, otherwise you can go back to the ball and keep complaining about how much your feet hurt due to those damn new shoes"

Y/n rolls her eyes, thinking about what she should do.

"Fine, I'll come with you"

"Knew it"

Yoongi grabs the keys from inside the book and closes it, putting it back on the shelf of the dark wooden library, taking again Y/n's hand, and takes her to the other side of The King's office, sliding a painting of his Grandfather and puts one of the keys in the hidden keyhole, turning the key until both he and Y/n hear a "click", Yoongi looks at her, grinning widely as the wall slides to the side, revealing a secret passage with wooden stairs.

They both start to go down the stairs, together until they reach a cosy hidden room with a stone fireplace, a couple of armchairs, and a big matching brown leather couch.

On the wall there are plenty of wooden shelves with many different bottles of wine, traditional Korean alcoholic beverages and imported whiskey, rum and scotch, on one side of the room, there is a vintage vinyl record player, Yoongi reaches for a new vinyl record and plays it.

"I guess this is where my father comes to unwind"

Yoongi says, gesturing to the room they're in at the moment, walking to the wall where the shelves are placed.

"What do you think it'll be good to drink for our own celebration? Wine? Whiskey? Champagne? Makgeolli? I'll let you choose"

Yoongi smirks as Y/n ponders on her choice, walking near Yoongi's side.

"I think red wine will be good, but... wouldn't your father notice?"

"As far as I know, he only comes down here when things get stressful, so I'm sure he wouldn't notice"

Yoongi looks at one of the best-imported wine bottles and takes it into his hand and walks towards a cabinet with glasses inside and a corkscrew.

Taking two of the wine glasses into his free hand as Yoongi places the bottle on the nearby table, then he reaches for also the corkscrew and begins to open the bottle of wine.

"How did you find out about this place, Yoongi?"

"Curiosity, one day I was left alone in my father's office while he was attending to a guest in the throne room and the fake book caught my eye while it was sitting on my father's desk, I opened it and found the keys... then I started looking around the office to see if there was any hidden door or something similar, it wasn't easy but I found it"

Yoongi pours the wine into both glasses and offers one to Y/n, she takes it and makes a toast.

"To accomplish our goals and dreams, I hope you'll find your path soon, I wish you to be happy too Yoongi."

"Cheers, I will find my path too"

Glasses clink together as both sip on the red alcoholic grape juice as the taste hits their tongues.

"Promise me we'll keep in touch, Y/n."

"Why wouldn't I? There's no reason for me not to keep on talking to you even just on the phone... you're my best friend, of course I'll keep in touch with you! And, who knows, maybe I'll be able to come visit from time to time..."

"I hope that"

Yoongi smiles as he speaks to his best friend, even if he feels a slight bitterness, knowing that this event might change things between both, he decided that it's better to slide his feelings for her aside, focusing on her being happy about her own life, after all, if you love someone you have to let them do what makes them happy, even if it means letting them go.

Time went by as both quickly finished the first bottle of red wine while they were sitting on the brown leather couch. Soon after, a second one was opened, the two kept chatting, and the effects of the alcohol started intoxicating both as they started to get tipsy.

In a moment of silence, neither Yoongi nor Y/n knew what happened. Maybe it was the alcohol— Maybe it was the desperation of not being able to have another opportunity like this.

But as they stared into each other's eyes, as the time seemed to stop, while at the same time the world was spinning around them, the stare they both held had an electricity and intensity that, if it was an object you could have been able to probably touch it.

Yoongi reached forward to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, careful not to make it tangle into Y/n's earring, his hand gently caressed her cheek as he does so. His gaze never left hers, it seemed that his heartbeat was echoing through his whole body. It felt like his entire heart was about to burst out of his chest right now, as the feeling of butterflies in his stomach she gave him were far more than he thought he'd be feeling.

As their lips made contact, their tongues danced with each other. Both felt like not wanting to stop, neither can denying the fact that something was happening here, there was no turning back, and these feelings were only going to grow stronger if they didn't act now, when everything still felt new and innocent, not jaded by the years of secrets that they've been keeping inside them.

Neither of them realised how much time had passed before Yoongi suddenly pushed Y/n back against the armrest and laid her down on the couch.

Yoongi took her face into his hands, he kissed her once again with so much desire and need that it made her forget how uncomfortable she was. When they break apart, their faces still close together, Yoongi whispers, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

Y/n couldn't speak— she didn't want to say anything else, afraid that whatever comes out of her mouth would either break the spell they were currently under or that they would lose this opportunity forever. However, all she did manage to utter was, "No… don't apologize… this isn't your fault…"

Yoongi continued to look confused, wondering why Y/n said that, but he decides to let it pass for now, continuing to enjoy the closeness between them. He stroked his thumb along Y/n's jawline, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingertips. Their faces still close together, he placed a soft kiss on Y/n's forehead. He couldn't believe that he was doing this, after years of trying to fight his feelings for her to not ruin their friendship and also being afraid to not be reciprocated by Y/n.

"Are you sure? Do you want me to stop?" Yoongi asks as he pulled back, looking deep into Y/n's eyes.

It was evident that Y/n wanted him to continue because despite how nervous she was, she didn't regret this, even if she could feel her heart racing faster than ever.

She couldn't believe that just hours ago she was sitting on the same sofa, drinking some wine, and now she was lying underneath the man who she has secretly loved since they were children. Her voice trembling, Y/n nodded, telling him to carry on.

Yoongi's smile became wider as he took his official uniform jacket off, tossing it on the floor next to the coffee table.

He sat up, and pulled Y/n's torso up, kissing her collarbones, as he wrapped his arms around her again, pulling her body closer to his.

He slowly traced his fingers along Y/n's collarbone as his other hand trailed onto her back, taking the zipper of her poofy powder blue dress between his fingers.

He slowly moved his fingers up towards her neck, then he cupped her chin, making her look at him, a slow, sultry smile forming on his lips.

"Yoongi I've- I've never done this before..."

Y/n told Yoongi, as she looked into his eyes, her tone full of uncertainty and nervousness, as a crimson red appeared on her cheeks.

Despite how nervous she was, Y/n still loved the way Yoongi looked at her like he'd already made up his mind. That he'll make her feel safe with him.

"Don't worry, we can stop if you don't want to. You just have to tell me if you want me to and I will stop,"

He reassured her as he smiled sweetly at Y/n. Even though she was worried, she felt like nothing could hurt her at that moment, because she knew that Yoongi wouldn’t force her to do anything she didn't want to do.

She also thought that she really wanted to do this, to take a step further, to become something more with Yoongi, even if she didn't know exactly what that was. So she told him, without hesitation,

"Please. Don't stop."

Yoongi took a deep breath and leaned in to kiss Y/n again, softly, tenderly, hoping that this would reassure her, that she knew that he wouldn't hurt her.

Yoongi finally undid the zipper of her dress, slowly sliding the poofy ballgown powder blue dress over her shoulders, exposing her black strapless bra, which was clasped in front by a thin black strap, admiring the sight of her lacy black matching underwear, Yoongi throws the dress on the floor, then reached up to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the ground next to his uniform jacket and her dress.

Yoongi looked back again into her eyes to see if there were any signs of discomfort in her, making sure she was still okay with him continuing before he started massaging her breasts.

"May I?" asks Yoongi softly, as he waited for Y/n's green light

"Yes... please..." answers Y/n, encouraging Yoongi with a simple nod.

A small blush appeared on Y/n's cheeks, as she nodded, causing her cheeks to redden even more.

Still facing away from her, Yoongi bent down to place a soft kiss on Y/n's stomach, following it up with a gentle peck on her left breast.

Reaching out to caress his face, Y/n gently laid back down again on the leather couch, allowing Yoongi to have better access. As his tongue circled around her nipple, gently Yoongi's fingers then started running lower, teasing her with his thumb over the fabric of her panties, causing Y/n to gasp and close her eyes, pushing herself further against Yoongi's hand. When Yoongi saw this reaction, he brought his other hand up to Y/n's chest, pinching her nipples gently.

"You're doing amazing" Yoongi said, praising Y/n, as he smiled at her "Good girl" he kept on praising her, as he continued to tease her with his thumb over the fabric of her panties.

His other hand gently kneaded Y/n's breasts, while he kept moving his thumb across her clothed clit, causing her hips to buck up slightly in response, Yoongi then stopped briefly only to hook his fingers on the waistband of her panties and took them off her body, as he threw them on the floor.

Once her panties were removed, Yoongi took a moment to savour the view before he started kissing her inner thigh, trailing kisses upwards her soaked pussy.

"Tell me if you don't like something, angel," says Yoongi, as he looked up at y/n, unsure of what to expect, as he pressed his lips against her moist pussy, barely touching her clit with his tongue.

Y/n immediately gasped, moaning as her hips bucked involuntarily against Yoongi’s lips.

"God you're so wet..." Yoongi said as he continued to trace his tongue over her clit, which sent her back into overdrive, her hips bucked up even higher against his lips, forcing him to grab her thighs and hold her down.

Y/n tried to arch her back, but Yoongi quickly grabbed her hips to keep her in position, while he kept lapping his tongue over her swollen clit, causing her moans to become louder and more frequent.

At this point, Y/n had lost all sense of control, as she felt as if she was going to explode any second as her body suddenly tensed up.

Noticing this, Yoongi added a little pressure with his tongue, flicking it against her sensitive nub.

His fingers then left her pussy, reaching up to grasp her ass cheeks, gently squeezing them. At the same time, Yoongi pushed his middle finger inside of her, gently stretching her tight walls, prepping her for what was about to come.

As Y/n continued to shudder, uncontrollably, the fingers in her pussy continued to pump faster, causing her to cry out Yoongi's name, screaming out for release.

Finally, Yoongi thrusted his finger inside of her harder, causing her to scream out his name again as her orgasm hit her.

Her entire body trembled violently as waves of pleasure overtake her, almost sending her off the edge, her eyes rolled back into her head, until Yoongi pulled his fingers out, making her whine in frustration, desperately wanting more.

The hand that held Y/n's hips gently ran up her body to caress her cheek as Yoongi climbed up, as he reached for her lips, he kissed her passionately, making her taste herself on his tongue and lips.

"You did so well, angel,"

he said praising her once again,

"you're so beautiful"

he said

"Do you still want to keep going?"

Yoongi asked her with a smile.

She looked up at him in awe, Y/n replied with a nod,

"Of course"

As he heard this, Yoongi stood up and took off his boxers, he stood up proudly in front of Y/n, his throbbing cock sticking straight out.

As Yoongi saw her drool all over him, Yoongi placed his hands on her waist, positioning her underneath him.

"I need you to relax and trust me, y/n, will you?"

Yoongi says, looking into y/n's eyes,

"I do trust you,"

she replied, as she looked back into Yoongi's eyes, as he then lowered himself slowly onto her, as Yoongi teased her slit with the head of his cock, before he slowly pushed his cock inside of her, bit by bit, making Y/n’s face slightly winced in pain at the stretch, Yoongi kissed her cheek and lips as he tried to reassure and distract her from the pain, as he whispering into her ear.

"You're doing great angel, don't worry it will go away"

He praised her one more time, kissing her lips as he continued until he was finally fully inside of y/n, he stayed still until she gave him the input to start moving his hips, as Yoongi let her adjust to the stretch, enjoying the feeling of her tight pussy enveloping his throbbing member.

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and started kissing him deeply, as they both started moving their hips together slowly, matching each other’s pace.

After a while, they settled into a steady rhythm, grinding against each other’s bodies.

"I love how tight your pussy is,"

Yoongi said groaning in pleasure, as he brushed his lips against her forehead,

"You feel amazing"

he continued, as he slowly increased the speed of his thrusts, building up momentum as he kept going and praising her

"You take my cock so well," Yoongi said as he kept thrusting into her

"Shit, it feels so good" Y/n moaned as her nails dug into the skin of Yoongi's back.

Y/n found her climax rapidly approaching, her body trembled uncontrollably as she started screaming Yoongi's name out loud as her orgasm hits her for a second time, flooding his cock with her juices as she writhed around beneath him.

Finally, when she couldn’t handle it anymore, Yoongi thrusted into her once more and filled her with his hot cum.

Their bodies were locked together, and sweat was dripping down both of their foreheads as they slowly rode out their orgasms.

Once they were both finished, Yoongi laid his head on her chest, basking in the afterglow of their mutual orgasm, while he gently rubbed her shoulders, trying to soothe her and help her calm down.

After several minutes of this, Y/n finally started relaxing, as she was overcome with relief and exhaustion.

They lay there like that, with no desire to break apart.

Their breaths became slow and deep, coming more naturally now that the tension had been released, as they stayed in each other's arms for almost an hour.

"We should go back... people might've been thinking where the youngest son of His Majesty went..." says Y/n, as she sighed, not wanting this moment to end.

Yoongi groaned in response, either not wanting to put an end to that moment together: "You're right, after all..."

Yoongi peeled himself up from Y/n's body, as Yoongi started gathering all of his clothes from the floor he dressed himself back up, fixing his hair and clothes, he turned around to look at Y/n who was still reluctantly laying on the couch,

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asks

"I feel great," she said, smiling as she sat up on the leather couch, also gathering back all her clothes, and dressing back, as Yoongi walked in front of her

"Turn around, I'll help you with the zipper of your dress"

She turned around as Yoongi placed one of his hands on the small of her back, while his other hand took the zipper between his fingers and pulled the zipper up,

"There you go"

"Yoongi?"

"Yes?"

"Is my hair fine?"

Yoongi fixed also back her updo, carefully, trying to not mess it up any more.

"Done, ready to go back?"

"I am"

She smiled as she and Yoongi headed back to the huge glittering and lively ballroom, bustling with music and chattering as the celebrations kept going until late in the night.

As the celebrations ended Yoongi and Y/n, hesitantly bid their goodbyes, but they both felt that something had changed between them, as they both sobered up in the meantime.

But they both quite couldn't pinpoint what had that changed between them, or maybe they tried to ignore it, as they did with their mutual feelings, as they awkwardly spoke before Y/n had to leave with her parents and brothers.

"So, I guess this is it... " Yoongi said with a sad smile on his face

"I guess so... but hey, we promised to keep in touch... if you're still up for that, obviously," she said unsure if he was still up for that, after the choice they both made earlier.

"Yeah! Of course, we'll keep in touch" Yoongi smiled again.

One of Y/n's brothers then reached up to them

"Your Highness, I'm sorry to interrupt, but we have to go"

"Yeah, sure I understand."

Yoongi paused and looked back at Y/n,

"Text me when you land, okay?"

"I'll do it Yoongi, please take care of yourself"

Despite the awkwardness between them, they hugged each other, as Yoongi engulfed Y/n in one last long hug.

And with that, once the hug was broken, Yoongi watched Y/n disappear inside the car, he whispered as the car drov

e away from the Royal Palace's driveway into the night as he felt his heart breaking into millions and millions of scattered tiny pieces

"I wish I dared to stop you, but I love you too much to not let you follow your dreams, I hope you'll be happy as you follow your dreams".

That night, Yoongi wasn’t able to fall asleep, his mind running through every single thing that happened that night, reminiscing every single touch, every single kiss and especially how Y/n looked and sounded under him, he reached for his phone on the nightstand next to his bed, unlocking it, angry at himself for being so stupid realising he made a mistake by getting drunk and let his feelings getting the best of the situation, he knew that there was no turning back point as he thinks

I really fucked up this time, like, fucked up badly, why am I so stupid?!

He chuckled disappointed in himself

Good job, Yoongi, really out of all people you could develop feelings for, your best friend well done, Yoongi.

Yoongi let his phone fall on his chest as he ran his hands through his hair

Out of all people you could end up with, your fucking childhood best friend. I’m seriously THAT stupid?!

He took his phone back in his hands and started scrolling through all the pictures he had with her, as he kept smiling again even if he still felt a mixture of disappointment, rage towards himself and most of all fear.

Yoongi feared that if he eventually confessed his feelings for Y/n, she would reject him, he feared that he would ruin the friendship they had, even if they already damaged what they had by choosing of sleeping together earlier that evening, as his thoughts ran one thousand miles per second, he swiped his finger on his phone screen, as he opened his social media and went straight to Y/n’s profile, his thumb lingered for a couple of seconds before hitting the ‘block’ button, as he did the same thing for her email, phone number and Kakaotalk.

I’m sorry, but I can’t keep living like this, I’ll eventually grow out of it.

After being done with this, Yoongi eventually fell asleep.

Jeju, three years ago, four years after Y/n’s departure.

The whole Royal Family was on a state trip before Yoongi’s brother, Crown Prince Seung-gi gets married to Song Kyu-ri, the daughter of the current head of the Bank Of the Korean Kingdom, during a sunny spring afternoon, talking with their people, meeting business owners…

Later, that night, Yoongi’s brother joined him in one of the rooms in the penthouse owned by the royal family, lately kept himself busy with studying music, especially on how to play the piano, despite his behaviour towards people changed gradually in the past four years, he fired nearly thirty piano tutors just because he felt like he grew bored of them, as well as the many rumours, which, most of them were true on how he treated his lovers, breaking hearts left and right, the only people he never even tried to treat badly were his parents, and of course his older brother, he cared deeply for them.

As Yoongi’s fingers grazed on the piano keys delicately, his brother sits beside him

“You’re getting better”

Seung-gi smiled proudly at Yoongi,

“Thank you…”

He replies without even adverting his eyes away from the piano, as his brother spoke again,

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Sure, go ahead”

“I mean, it’s a serious thing, Yoongi”

He stopped playing the piano as Seung-gi’s tone got deeper and more serious, Seung-gi gets up to sit on the couch behind their backs, and Yoongi followed his brother, sitting across from him

“I intend to resign my position as Crown Prince”

Seung-gi’s voice had never been that serious as his forehead furrows

“What?”

Yoongi’s eyes widened in shock, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing

“Do you even know what this will lead to?!”

Yoongi continues, looking at his brother who’s looking at Yoongi apologetically

“I know the consequences, Yoongi, but I’ve never been cut to become Crown Prince, imagine if I had to become The King! It would be a total disaster, Yoongi”

“So, you think I have what it takes to take YOUR place?!”

Yoongi’s expression turned from disbelief to anger in just a couple of seconds, as he stared at his brother

“And what do you think you would do, after you resigned?!”

“I want to call off the wedding too, Kyu-ri doesn’t deserve the same treatment I will have to face. This is not her fault. And… I want to travel around the world Yoongi, I want to find myself”

“I don’t get why all people want to become a nomad and travel without a specific destination, I find it even harder to understand why all people want to ‘find themselves’”

Yoongi said, standing up and reaching for the cupboard on the wall, he takes a small glass and pours himself a shot of vodka, he then reaches into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit it up with the lighter that was inside the packet, inhaling the bittersweet taste of smoke and tobacco.

“Yoongi… you should stop smoking, you know, Grandpa…”

“I know, but… I honestly don’t care anymore”

Yoongi exhaled a cloud of smoke before speaking again “Does Dad know?”

He asks, looking defeated as his mind has already started accepting his fate while Yoongi’s brother shook his head

“No, I was planning on telling him when we will be back home”

Yoongi nodded as he kept smoking

“You know he will be devastated…”

“But I’m sure he’ll guide you to become a better Crown Prince than I am”

“I don’t think so… but, we will see, only time will tell”

“You’re right…”

Seung-gi smiles at his brother Yoongi,

“But you have to promise me that you will change your behaviour towards the people who aren’t us, Yoongi, otherwise our people will hate you, and nobody wants a King that doesn’t listen to what the kingdom he’s guiding needs”

“I will try”

Seoul, present time

“Newspapers headlines are reporting that Mr Y/l/n, head of the Y/l/n clan, better known as His Majesty The King’s counsellor and old friend has been plotting treason over the past six years, he’s now held in custody in his-”

The voice of the news reporter gets cut off as Yoongi turns the television off when he heard a knocking on the door of the living room in his apartment inside the royal palace

“Your Royal Highness, His Majesty The King requires your presence in his office”

Says Yoongi’s secretary, soon after he’s walking towards The King’s office. Once he reaches the door to The King’s office Yoongi knocks on the door, he then enters as he hears his father’s voice telling him to enter.

“Father, you called?” “Yes, Yoongi, please take a seat I need to discuss a couple of things with you”

Yoongi listens to his father attentively as he gestures for him to continue

“As you know, Y/n’s father is accused of something tremendous…”

“Yes, are there some developments?”

“Yeah, investigations are already closed, we wound out the real person behind that plotting and also found who has spread the rumour.”

“That’s good to hear”

“Yoongi, my dear son, I need to ask you to stay here with me since Y/n’s father is coming here, I have a proposition for both of you”

The King smiles at Yoongi as not long after Y/n’s father enters The King’s office, and Yoongi’s father and Y/n’s father share a brotherly hug, then Y/n’s father greets Yoongi as they all sit on the black armchairs around a coffee table.

“No need to be formal now, it’s just the three of us…”

Says the king, smiling while looking at his best friend and at Yoongi.

“Ryung, you said you have something to ask me, but why is your son here too?”

Yoongi studies his father’s face, trying to capture whatever idea got into his father’s mind as he summoned both him and Y/n’s father.

“Well, after this scandal and false accusation, our people aren’t on your side anymore Dong-jun, as they see all of the clan and family as some kind of traitors, I was thinking of showing that The Crown and the entire royal family are still supporting both you, your family and the clan”

“And.. how do you exactly plan on doing that Father?”

Yoongi looks at his father suspiciously, as he looks at his father’s happy and excited state.

“Good question my son, so…”

Yoongi’s father turns to look at him before speaking again

“You’re Thirty years old, Yoongi and, you’re the Crown Prince, the heir to the throne, as the days pass I get older and older…and I honestly would like to see you settle down and of course produce an heir yourself. So I thought, Y/n just came back after finishing her studies, you two used to get along pretty well since you two basically grew up together”

Yoongi shakes his head, knowing already where his father was trying to direct the conversation

“No. I won’t”

Yoongi says standing up, about to leave the room, as Y/n’s father joins Yoongi’s father “Oh, that could be a great idea!”

“I said I won’t get involved in whatever thing you have in mind, Father. As far as it concerns me, she could’ve just stayed where she’s been staying for the past seven, years. I don’t care”

“You should care instead as the future king”

Yoongi’s father raises his voice slightly before he continues

“You two are going to get married. End of the story. It’s a royal order.”

Yoongi stares in disbelief at his father, clenching his teeth in annoyance as he shakes his head and storms off towards his car, he couldn’t believe that his father would impose on him his powers as a King and force him into marry the person he wanted to avoid the most on this planet.

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aloneatpeace · 10 months ago

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Fall Of Empire

SECRETS OF THE NIGHT '8'

Summary :𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓯𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 . 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 . 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓷𝔂 𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽��𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼..

The preparation for the journey to the palace is started by the butlers and attendents of the three princes, they will travel in the morning when the first sunlight hits the ground. The horse are feed and royal cravens are polished and stainless, everything is ready to embark on the journey.

the most important people who should be sleeping on their large soft bed with silk blankets and pillows to grand them the most comfortable sleep sits around the table with only few lamps lit to illuminate the chamber they are in.

one prince voice echoes through the room softly, his low voice only heard by his brothers who sits listening to the one that's speaking, they nod and exchange their words occasionally frowns and scrowls and smirks adorned their face.

"Well, we are future of our kingdom, let's see who wins the war."

Being a maid is was not hard , there are long hallways that need to be mopped , mountain of dishes and utensils that need to washed without damaging a single one, the fine fabric that need to be washed and fragranced without letting a small detail of stone or printed fabric to be damaged, marble floor that needed to shine dusting the sculptures and paintings that the royal family gifted by the other kingdoms and noble family was it all tiresome well you are in no Position to complain when they genuirously given you a place in the place, food and warm bed to sleep and a new friend that helped you throughout the daily task.

Emma is kind and timid just like you she doesn't prey into your life not even when the girls from your town send amusing condescending glance when they catch the glimpse of you walking through the hallway. Emma did not indulge in the matter nor did she change the way she approached you, she still regarded you as companion as the day went by.

she sat next you when it was time for to eat in the afternoon, sat with you while waiting for the next chore to be done. you realised that she is kind and genuine but she also held undeniable sadness in her eyes, her eyes miss the shine, when you come to think of most of the servents does seems to carry some sadness and pain in their eyes, the smile that she gives never felt wholesome it was tainted with sorrow that you didn't understand. she tried to hide it but it always showed it's clear that she does not want to share her pain and suffering that caused her eyes to be so dull. it's is never a good thing to push people to share their pain and considering that you and her only known for few hours, pursuing her to share her agony does not seem ideal so you choose to silently sit beside letting her know that you're here.

It was closer to midnight when the two you finished the chores having your meal of the night, the buzzling kitchen is silent with few chief chopping up meat and vegetables for the next morning. the of two you sit on the table eating what you where given, the vegetable broth has gone cold and you're sure that Emma's broth would be colder if she doesn't start her eating soon.

you wonder if hoseok had eaten his meal.

she gazed out the window, looking at the full moon that hang in the night sky her shoulders slumped hands fold in her lap her food long forgotten she seem lost, her eyes held unknown pain they were haunted by something that you don't know, the color of her skin remained of dead flower petals waiting for a strong wind to swept away. the world around her doesn't seem to interest her anymore you doubt it didn't in the past, maybe you don't know, tears fall down her cheeks they shine in moonlight, you don't know the reason why it is. the warmth of her tears seems to bring her back to her reality as she quickly wipe away hands clenching the spoon yet not eating you don't know the reasons at all, you reach out and wrap your hands around her empty one that lay limply in the table squeezing it gently.

Emma doesn't look up, she does not want you see her face though she knew you already witnessed her tears falling down but she is thankful that you didn't push her to confide in you. she squeezed back your hand an gesture that she hopes it convey the message that she appreciates your kindness and she finally bring her spoonful of broth to her mouth.

the two of you walk together to maid quarter after finishing up the meal, there is no exchange of words as the two of your reach the room and starts to getting ready for sleep, the moonlight shine down to the room through the window illuminating just enough that you both move around without need to lit the lamp.

"Sleep well Emma" you offer her smile before getting under the cover.

you glance at the moon and wonder if hoseok is sleeping well in his own warm bed.

Emma sit on her bed her gaze now shifting from the moon to your frame, sleeping under the sheets. A downcast look on her face because she is you in evey sense and she worried for what might happen to you though the two of you just meet she doesn't want anything happens to you does not want you or anyone go through what she and her lost friend gone through. her sadness is not for what had happened but rather but about be happen.

hoseok sigh loudly as he fall in bed his limbs aches from the training and sparing he did with others, he can feel his muscles twitching now and then something in his body is acheing one after another his plate is empty the bone of meat is only thing that left beside him.

"you hold up well for someone who has never been agile" yoongi comments watching hoseok his hair still damp.

jimin and jungkook sits on their bed after the training they all had gone shower, hoseok had begged them to swim in the ocean though the three knight were reluctant at first they agreed.

"yeah, i didn't know you had that much stamina in you" jungkook cheers before biting down the meat with a hum.

"Well there is lot a thing that you have yet discover about me kid" he rebuts

"So, are you adjustinghere well?" jimin asks

hoseok thinks for a minute as he prop himself up on his elbow looking at the three knight "Well, I cannot complain can I ?"

"No, you cannot" yoongi answers making hoseok scoff at that, jungkook and jimin laugh silently at hoseok giving yoongi a dirty look.

hoseok stands up and glance through the window and gather his tray of his plates and jimin's and yoongi without saying anything.

hoseok even take jungkook meat that he's biting into and out in the plate dismissing the youngest knight's displeased groan muffled by his mouthful.

yoongi sigh at male's action alredy knowing where it is leading to.

"There is no need for that. someone will come and collect it all. "

hoseok shrugs " l don't mind, I can do it just show me the way to kitchen." he swats at jungkook hands that sneakily trying to reach for the meat pouting when his hands get slapped by the elder man. jimin find this whole ordeal funny as he laughs away.

"They might be still working hoseok" yoongi said leaning back in his chair.

hoseok gasp "but when does she sleeps then.?"

"Maybe be after midnight or something."

"But don't they have wake up early as well?" hoseok frown is evident on his face looking glummer when jimin and yoongi nod at the his words.

Just then a knock on their door takes away their attention a maid comes in her head hang low as she walks in after yoongi nod in approval walking towards hoseok to take the plates hoseok mask his dispointment letting the maid take the plates away from him.

hoseok stagger towards his bed lazily crawling on before laying down.

"she is maid hoseok, they are expected do all work, they are brought to work here." yoongi says looking at hoseok.

"I know tha, but that does not mean they should be worked to death. " hoseok grumble not liking that while he had warm food and warm bed to sleep while you would be scrubbing the floor or washing giant pots and plates.

hoseok props himself up on elbows suddenly "I am curious why the people of kingdown seems so dull compared to our village. why is that? "

the three knights share a glance with eachother " the royal family only has the privilege to wear colour here, your town people were blissfully unaware of it since you people were deep in the woods and never tried to enter the kings region. " yoongi answers.

"sounds like a pure absurdity to me" hoseok ponder without a fear.

jimin give him mischievous smile " be careful what you say, hoseok that might just get you killed."

jungkook nod with a serious look on his face "do not go around expressing yourself, with us it's one thing but with other it might not end well. "

hoseok shrugs waving of their concerns " Do you believe the sole purpose I came here for to be a knight."

yoongi " No we do not, jungkook might not know but me and jimin do" jungkook frown at yoongi's words while jimin smile at his sulking pout. "But there is no harm in being respectful to royal family." he adds.

hoseok eyes fixed on yoongi as he observes him with furrowed brow " Why does it feels like you are hinting something else." jimin and jungkook face fall an unreadable look looms over their face.

make no mistake while hoseok might appear like gentle kind men who sees good in everyone and everything, welcoming everyone with warm smile he knows the world is not happy place and that it is far from perfect, he mastered the art to reading people like an open book.

He knows that people are far from the perfection they like to portray themselves to be, he saw it himself growing up. how people who appeared to be kind and welcoming turns cold and judgmental with their dirty looks and condescending words. how their quick to cast one to be unworthy of their kindness and basic human decorum because one does not meet their expectations and standard forgetting that human are different in every aspect of their life.

He seen how the towns people treated you and your father as foregine species, whispering their fabricated falsehood about the two of you just because of your father refused to live by their ordinance.

the moment he stepped inside the Kingdom territory he felt unsettling shiver all over his body, while his town and his people stands as orginaism that imperfect he felt like he was walking among corpse, the tower of the kingdom felt like gates of hell and people resembled the look of tortured and suffered souls.

His suspicion is only increased when he saw few maids who walks past knight's quarter and sparing arena who looked like scared swans cautiously moving around as if they would get strike by an arrow unexpectedly, hurried to get their chores done and run away to their safe heaven.

Hoseok lay back looking at ceiling "I do respect the royal family and I will do my duty as knight with honor.. "

"I sense a nonetheless " hoseok glance at yoongi and held his gaze, yoongi's hair strands doesn't hide his burning orbs but hoseok does not seems to falter.

"My loyalty lies with her, it always has been and it will be" hoseok said without hesitation or fear.

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taecherries · 8 months ago

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the princess bride | jungkook ( 2 )

synopsis. soon to be betrothed to a neighbourhood kingdom, you escape into the woods toward your freedom. there you find your calling in the hold of a dark and troublesome stranger instead.

pairing. jungkook | you + yoongi | you

genre. royal au, angst, smut, fluff

word count. 7.1k

rating. M

warnings. ❗️steamy scene, violence, threats, mention of rape❗️

a/n. chapters will be coming out whenever I'm able to post and they may vary in word count greatly ♡

chapters. 1 × 2 × 3

Freedom didn’t last long.

You managed to hold your own through the night, running and fighting against your dress that stubbornly would entangle in the branches of the tall bushes, draining you throughout. You barely caught on any sleep, trying your best to keep walking and pushing yourself toward your new-found goal—the borders of Keirn’s citadel.

But once the first rays of light greeted you, and the shadows of the night were long gone, even the woods couldn’t protect you from your father’s cunning.

The tall walls surrounding the kingdom seemed tranquil on this side of the border; completely unoccupied saved by the chirping birds that flew by. You had been counting on it since you knew this to be one of Keirn’s blind spots.

You approached the wall carefully, your head paranoidly snapping at any sound. It loomed above you, imposing and seemingly insurmountable. Inhaling deeply you reach for the dagger Yoongi had given you, its weight a comforting reminder of his promise. Holding it tightly, you find a small crevice in the wall, just wide enough for your fingers.

With a deep breath, you begin to climb. The rough stone bites into your hands and feet, but you press on, using the dagger to wedge into cracks for leverage. Each movement is deliberate, your muscles burning with effort. The climb feels endless, but the thought of Yoongi and the freedom that awaits you on the other side keeps you going. You think instead this is just the customary climb toward the tall window of the castle you grew up running from in the middle of the night.

Finally, you reach the top, pausing for a moment to catch your breath and scan the horizon. No movement. The kingdom lays quiet beneath you. You allow yourself to close your eyes even if for an instant, breathing the scent of the pine trees your home is known for, and the faint one of lilies. Arden’s borders are just there, waiting for you.

You open your fingers wide on a lazy morning stretch, and a smile, even if bittersweet, tugs at the corners of your mouth. You did it.

Carefully, you begin your descent on the other side, your grip firm on the dagger.

As your feet touch the ground, you swiftly place the dagger back in the strap around your thigh, relief flooding through you. Even with no belongings besides the dagger, or plans, that is what you feel, relief. You could make a life for yourself in the borders of Arden, you were sure of that.

But the respite is short-lived. Before you can take another step, a group of soldiers emerges from the shadows, their armor glinting menacingly in the early morning light. Leading them is the face of your eldest brother, Seokjin.

You gulp down the tears that threaten to blur your vision. In the space of one single night both of your brothers, the brothers you loved so dearly and thought to have a deep bond with, pierced a sword through your heart.

There is really nothing nor no one that beats the loyalty to your father, the fearsome king of Keirn.

“Y/n,” he calls out, his voice carrying a mix of authority and if you didn’t know better, sorrow. “Did you really think you could neglect your duties?”

Heart pounding, you take a step back, only to feel the cold steel of a blade pressed against your back. One of the soldiers had moved in behind you with lightning speed.

“Seokjin, please,” you plead, your voice trembling. “I can’t go back. I won’t.”

Your brother’s expression softens for a moment, a flicker of something—perhaps regret—crossing his face. But it is gone as quickly as it came. “The King has ordered your return. You know I can’t disobey him.”

You clench your fists, the dagger in its sheath a cruel reminder of your fleeting freedom. Your fingers tap gently the fabric of your dress as you ponder retrieving it and trying to fence your way through. But who are you kidding? Even if great with a blade, and sure you could turn tables with the odds you’re being dealt with, you could never hurt Seokjin.

You love him too greatly to strip the life out of him. And that’s what this situation would come to, as you know his soul well enough to ignore how he would only disobey your father’s orders if death were to fall upon him. “And what about what I want? He’s selling me like cattle!”

Seokjin sighs, stepping closer. “Sometimes, our duty is more important than what we want. Come quietly, Y/n. Don’t make this harder than it has to be…Please.”

The soldiers close in, their grip on your arms unyielding. As they lead you away, your mind races, searching for a way out. You glance back at the wall, the symbol of your almost-achieved freedom, and silently vow that this will not be the end. Yoongi’s promise echoes in your mind, giving you a glimmer of hope amidst the despair.

“I’ll find you,” you whisper to yourself, the resolve in your voice strengthening with each step you take back toward the castle. “No matter what.”

The journey back to the castle was a blur of rough handling and harsh words. Seokjin stayed by your side, his presence both a comfort and a constant reminder of your impending fate. The soldiers led you through the familiar corridors, and though your surroundings felt like home, each step deepened your sense of captivity.

Once inside the walls of your childhood home, you were taken to your chambers. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and rose, but it did nothing to soothe your frayed nerves. Servants you barely recognized bustled about, drawing a bath and laying out garments on your bed. The dress chosen for you, which you could pinpoint to be your father’s doing, was beautiful, but it felt like a cage, its silk and lace suffocating you.

You bathed quickly, the warm water doing little to wash away your anxiety. Every moment you spent in the tub, your mind raced with plans and desperate schemes to escape. But when you emerged, the sight of guards posted outside your door and under the tall window sill crushed any fleeting hope. It made you question if all these years going on silent escapades was indeed merit of your skills or just a jest your father allowed.

It made you feel like a farce.

The dress fit perfectly, of course, but it wasn’t yours. Although its silk was made of the softest blue, a color you were peaceful with, you had never worn it. Ever since you were little, you always dallied through bold and sometimes dark colors that enhanced your features. You weren’t made for the delicatessen this soft blue suggested, or better, you weren’t made for the role this color, the color of Ilya, demanded of you.

And so its fabric clung to your body, a constant reminder that even your own appearance was no longer under your control.

Servants that were never appointed to you before tightened the corset, fastened the clasps, and stepped back to admire their work. All the while being silent like stones. You felt like a doll, dressed up for display and to be ignored entirely.

Sat in the comber as the youngest of the maids fight your stubborn hair, you notice through the mirror more guards approach the hallways, blocking every possible exit. Your father had spared no effort in ensuring you had no means of escape.

Your thoughts go to Yoongi and his well-being. You don’t know what happened to him after fleeting his hut, nor do you find yourself brave enough to ask for information seeing that even your greatest confider has betrayed you so easily. So you hold onto the hope of Yoongi having managed to escape if his face not being amidst the guards is of any indication.

You are snapped out of your thoughts as you are dragged through the halls of the palace by a stern-faced soldier instead. He is also the one informing you that you will be having your lunch inside the carriage that will take you to your doom instead of the dining hall, as you protest in his arms.

The words sting, and you can’t suppress a shudder. Not that you would want to see his face at the moment, but your father didn’t even allow you to say goodbye to anyone else who mattered to you. Not to Binna, the cook who had raised you like a mother since you were an infant. Her warm smile and gentle presence had been a constant comfort… How could you imagine life without her and the sticky buns she made every time you were sad?

The thought of leaving without a farewell is not only a bitter pill to swallow but unfathomable.

As you are dragged your feet start caving a ragged track in the rough path of the entrance, you frantically scan the fleet that will escort you to Ilya. You see Seokjin leading it, sitting proudly atop his white stallion. What you don’t see is your own horse, Solas.

“Where’s he, Seokjin?!” you shout exasperated, the hands of the guards tightening around your arms as you mention diverge the path toward your brother. “Where’s Solas?” your throat gets hoarse from the sudden strain.

Seokjin doesn’t spare you a glance. And as he tries so hard to look forward instead of you, the message is clear and is delivered to you like a punch in the gut.

Solas won’t come.

They are forcing you to abandon everything, even the treasured things that could travel with you.

This is a lesson from your father. A way to say from now on you either abide by the rules or you won’t be allowed to have anything at all.

The thought of Solas’ gentle eyes and the way he nuzzled you for treats plague your mind, an invisible hand squeezing at your heart so hard you think you might stop functioning. And in a way, you do.

“Please,” you grab one of the maiden’s hands as you’re about to be pushed into the carriage. “Tell my brother- Tell Taehyung to take care of my horse. Please!”

Taehyung.

It’s only then that you realize you aren’t seeing your younger brother either. You choke on your words, your heart almost coming to a stop.

The pain of not being able to see his face or feel his embrace one last time is almost unbearable. Who knows when or if you will ever get the chance to do so again?

Taehyung had been more than a brother, in ways that Seokjin hadn’t been so; he had been your confidant, your rock, but more than that, the two of you shared a bond that words couldn’t fully capture. From a very young age, you had learned to communicate with just a glance, understanding each other’s thoughts and feelings without a single word. His absence now was a gaping wound in your heart, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you would ever experience that kind of connection again.

You steal one last glance at the castle, hoping against hope that Taehyung might be there, watching from the shadows. But there is nothing, just the cold, impassive stone walls and the unwavering gaze of the guards.

You settle into the plush seat of the carriage deflating, the door closing with a finality that echoed in your soul. The carriage lurches forward, and you feel a heavy weight settle in your chest. Would Taehyung not even attend the wedding? Would you ever find someone who understands you as he did, who could communicate with a mere glance like best friends do?

As the castle fades into the distance, your eyes close, your head rocking with the shake of the carriage. Everyone you love, the life you were building for yourself, and everything that you are is being left behind.

This journey may as well try to break you… But it won’t.

That is your promise to yourself.

You won’t marry the King of Ilya.

You won’t ever not try to escape this fate.

Even if you have to die trying.

Your breath quickens as you find yourself enveloped in Yoongi’s arms. The both of you lie in a secluded glade, the moonlight filtering through the trees, casting a silvery glow over everything.

His touch is electrifying, sending shivers down your spine as his hands roam over your body. His lips trailing hot, and tortuous slow kisses along your neck.

“Yoongi,” you call for him like a beacon, your voice trembling with desire. His name is like a prayer on your lips, a plea for more.

He immediately responds with a low, hungry growl, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss that leaves you momentarily dizzy. Your bodies press together, and you can’t help but claw at his back.

You feel feverish as his hand slides down a sinful path between your breasts, fingers deftly unfastening the laces of your nightgown. You gasp against his mouth as the cool night air brushes against your bare skin, but his warmth quickly replaces it.

His touch is everywhere—tender, demanding, setting you aflame.

You arch into him as he squeezes your inner thigh, your own hands tugging at his hair, exploring the feel of his muscles taut under your touch.

“Don’t stop,” you breathe, your eyes half-closing in ecstasy. Yoongi’s lips curve into a Cheshire cat smile as he obliges, his mouth tracing a path down your collarbone, his hands lifting you higher into his embrace.

You wrap your legs instinctively around his waist, feeling the heat and hardness of him through the thin barrier of your clothes. Pushing his hips down with your heel you almost unravel at the sound he makes.

Your head falls back, a moan escaping your own lips as he whispers your name, his voice thick with need. You are lost in the sensation, the world around you fading into nothingness as the both of you move together, driven by mad desire.

But then, something shifts.

The cool night air seems to grow colder, the moonlight dimming. Yoongi’s touch begins to fade, his presence becoming insubstantial.

Panic surges through you as you try to hold onto him, but he is slipping away, his form dissolving into mist.

“No,” you cried out exasperated, your hands grasping at nothingness. The glade around you begins to blur and dissolve, being replaced by the dim, familiar surroundings of the carriage now moving into the night. You are alone inside, sat at an erroneous angle, your body aching with unfulfilled longing.

It was just a dream.

The realization hits you like a splash of cold water, leaving you breathless and disoriented. You adjust yourself as you hear the clip-clop of the horses outside, staring up at the ceiling, your heart pounds in your chest. The vividness of the dream lingers, the sensation of Yoongi’s touch still ghosting over your skin.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as the ache of loss settles in. You quickly wipe away the tears, you haven’t allowed anyone the satisfaction of seeing you crumble ever since you left Keirn.

It’s been two days now on the road. Every time you closed your eyes you had seen Yoongi’s eyes staring back at you, felt him, his touch, his kisses.

Every time he is ripped away from you by the cruel reality you swear to yourself this is just a reminder of what you are fighting for.

“No matter what it takes,” you mumble.

Not a second passes before you hear Seokjin’s voice coming from outside, “Y/n? Do you need something?”

During the day and the occasional breaks you take to eat and rest, he has been keeping his distance. Either because that’s the order he received from your father or because he feels guilty about it all, you don’t know. But at night, he always falls back to help guard your carriage, and every time you so much make a movement inside the damned thing he always checks on you.

You sigh, tired of the monumental turn your life made, and consequently your relationship with your elder brother. “No, I’m quite satisfied in my confinement, thank you.”

He says nothing else, and just like the previous night, you find solace instead in the soft melodies the hooves of the horses make against the gravel.

Your heart sank as soon as morning came and you saw yourself passing through the gates of Ilya’s castle. Looking through the small window of the carriage, Ilya’s kingdom revealed a breathtaking view that under different circumstances you would have been captivated by.

The castle’s towering spires seemed to reach toward the sky, adorned with intricate carvings that told tales of a rich and ancient history. Lush gardens surround the structure, filled with soft-colored flowers and meticulously pruned hedges that showcase the kingdom’s prosperity and attention to detail.

Everything seemed to fall into order, even the crystal-clear streams that flowed through the gardens, their gentle babble almost soothing. Almost.

You step out of the carriage once a sea of castle workers line up to greet you. You can’t help but notice every and each of them is impeccably dressed, not a thread out of place or a crooked button in sight. Their eyes to the floor, hands clasped behind their backs, all ready to serve.

Your stomach flips with the sight. Your memories float astray before your eyes. Binna with her apron full of flour, Jina, and Peggy all smiles with shaggy flower crowns on their heads.

Everything feels wrong.

You don’t even notice as Seokjin takes your hand and helps you out of the carriage, entwining your arm around his as he walks you to the front doors.

“Y/n,” he says as his eyes keep focusing forward, his voice tight with urgency. “This will be as far as I’m allowed to go. I’m expected at the front lines…I won’t be able to make it to the wedding.”

Your eyes widen with the news, heart pounding in your chest. “What do you mean front lines? We didn’t declare war on Arden yet and—” you pause as the puzzle pieces all fall in place. Suddenly the rush of your wedding doesn’t feel so strange.

You remember Yoongi commenting on how they weren’t gaining territory over Arden at all, on the contrary, they were rioting and pushing the soldiers back. With this marriage, your father gained the men needed to make a difference on the front lines. They would be attacking soon before the surprise effect lost its spark.

“Oh,” is all you manage to say.

Seokjin comes to a stop and you follow suit. He turns to face you now and you see how his throat bobs. “I’ll do my best out there, so you do your best out here.” he chants something you used to say as kids and you force your jaw shut trying to fight the tears.

He’s going to the front lines.

Suddenly you’re back at being five, finding his already big for his age shoulders to be the only thing you needed to fight your fear of storms. “What if- What if something happens-”

Seokjin doesn’t pull you into a tight embrace like he used to, shielding you from the world. Instead, he flicks your nose, out of custom. Something he only does when you accomplish something that makes him proud. The smile on his face is measured and yet so full of meaning.

His eyes say it all.

“You’ve always been braver than you think. Don’t stop now,” he adds. “We’ll see each other again.”

You don’t have time to react as he turns away, taking long strides toward his horse and away from you.

He is going to the front lines. Your brother is going to war.

Your head starts spiraling again. It’s been an avalanche of farewells, and suddenly, against better judgment, you don’t think you can hold yourself together.

With tears welling up in your eyes, you watch him mount his horse and ride away, followed by his fleet. The sound of hooves echo through the courtyard as a maiden holds you by the arm keeping you from hitting the ground.

Seokjin is headed into the danger of war while you are left to face a different kind of battle.

Each and every attempt of yours to glean information about the King of Ilya, as you hadn’t met him yet, was met with tight-lipped silence. No maiden dared spill anything, not even a description of said man.

Their refusal to answer your questions only heightened your apprehension.

You tried to search your mind after your father’s comments about the other kingdoms and their rulers but came out short-handed. The only thing you managed to remember him saying about Ilya was that its last king had died in an unfortunate altercation and his son took over.

Although sure his son, the new King, was about your age, your heart was already entitled to another.

You did not want this marriage, the alliance, and the burden it came with. Not only because you didn’t even know the King, but mainly because he didn’t know you.

If he did, he would spare the trouble, or at the very least understand you are not the type of woman to sit and be ordered around, and therefore no marriage would happen in the first place.

For the entirety of the day, you were shown around the accommodations. You were fed and bathed, and as soon as the latter activity was over, you were locked inside your pompous excuse of a room in nothing but a nightgown and Yoongi’s silver dagger that you managed to hide like a swindler.

The balcony served you with no comfort. As soon as you stepped foot on it you realized it was too high of a fall for you to even attempt climbing off it. And even if you were desperate enough, which you are, there was no wall close enough, no crevice, to hold on to on your way down.

Or a bed sheet, and even a curtain wide enough to help. You had checked.

The wedding was to be held at night, that much you were told.

And was only when the sky started to get painted a darker blue that the maidens walked into your room once more.

You stood before a large mirror, on top of a small platform, as the girls dressed you in layers of delicate fabrics. You were in shades of yellow and hues of gold from head to toe. Even the jewels were composed of yellow sapphires.

You liked what you saw in the reflection. This color made you feel at home, but as you caught your eyes you saw that they were nothing if not urgent and alert. You didn’t have time to admire the somewhat modern cut of the dress and how it hugged you in every right way, no. This was the only time you had to think about finding a way to escape. To at least postpone the wedding to get to know the castle better, its exits, its people.

One of the maidens tugs at one strand of your hair, trying to secure the last hairpiece. Your eyes fleet to her figure.

The girl didn’t appear much younger than you. Perhaps she was Taehyung’s age, exactly seven months your junior, who knows. She had been quiet just like the others, but her eyes always lingered a bit on yours before aiming for the floor. She didn’t ignore you intently like everyone else.

Her fingers tremble slightly as she works, and suddenly you notice the sapphire hairpiece slipping from her grasp and clattering to the floor.

“Forgive me, Princess,” she says, bending down to retrieve the piece. As she does so you notice that she sends an authoritative glance toward the others, and as they exchange glances, they discreetly exit the room.

The inked-haired girl rises to her feet, the sapphire piece in hand, and yours travel instinctively toward your thigh where the dagger is sheathed safely. She accompanies the movement with determined eyes.

“Your Highness, there won’t be a need for that,” she starts and a friendly smile eases her complexions. “I apologize for the startle, but I needed a moment alone with you.”

You eye her with suspicion still, “Go on…”

She takes a deep breath. “We’re not friends or better acquaintances- You don’t even know my name. Yet I can’t help but sympathize with what I see in your eyes.”

You cock your head at that comment. You never bothered with people’s assumptions regarding you, but it didn’t mean you liked it nevertheless. “And that would be…?”

The girl seems unfazed by the gesture, and if she fears the disparity in status, she doesn’t show. Instead, she continues. “I know what it means to love someone and be forced apart. Or at the very least, know the feeling of being imposed with a life you don’t want to yourself. Am I close?”

At the lack of a response on your end, she takes one step closer to you. “I want to help you, your Highness. I can assist you in escaping.”

You swear your heart skips a beat and for a moment you think you are hearing wrong. “Why would you risk such a thing?”

What if this is just a ploy of yet another cunning King?, you think to yourself. Why would a maiden risk her neck to save mine? She doesn’t even know me.

“Because I have someone I love, too,” she confesses, and something in the way she says it gives you a feeling that she for a fact is speaking the truth. “I can’t stand by and watch someone else be denied their happiness. If there’s a chance to reunite you with the one you love, or what you want, I will do everything in my power to help you.”

You always thought of yourself as having a high judgment of character. Never once have you failed to do so, but things lately have turned into a mess.

“I don’t have the means to pay you and if you get caught-”

“We don’t have much time,” the girl interrupts your poor excuses, her voice urgent. “Tonight after the final preparations, I will come for you. Be ready.”

You nod at the warning, dismissing second thoughts as a flicker of hope ignits within you.

The maiden carefully secures the sapphire hairpiece in place, and you stand tall once more facing the mirror.

The girl comes to stand by your side and as your eyes lock in the reflection of the both of you she says in a whisper, “You can call me Hana, your Highness.”

You don’t think you had ever been so nervous in your entire life. Not even when you lied through your teeth that time Taehyung vanished for two days and you covered for him with your ruthless father.

It isn’t an easy feature to put your life in the hands of someone else, especially not blindly.

Hana had left you with the other maidens, claiming she would come for you, but nothing else was said. You didn’t exactly know what would be the plan, you just knew she would come for you.

But as you are escorted to the chapel to bind your life to the King of Ilya in front of his order and his guests, you start doubting if Hana is ever going to show.

You are one step away from the staircase that will lead you to the entrance where the spectacle awaits when said girl carves a path between the guards and maidens to reach you.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, your Highness,” she huffs and two guards come to drag her away.

In sudden fear, you shout at them, “Leave her!” and they do as you command.

Hana straightens her simplistic dress before coming closer to stand in front of your figure. “Will these do, your Highness?” she opens her hands in front of you, head down in a theatrical display for the others, as she shows you the most scintillant sapphire earrings. They are composed of two pieces, one polished yellow stone at the top and another one hanging, only secure by a bird’s claw that tightly embraces it.

It’s beautiful.

Your hand is like a ghost as it touches your ears, unaware they had been bare until now. “Yes, these will do.”

Hana presses down a smile at your astonishment for the piece, and if you were in Keirn, where you had power, you’d be pushing her in a playful jest.

But you are not in Keirn, and you recognize this is the moment she will somehow execute the plan. It has to be.

Your eyes are laser-focused on her as she comes even closer, trying to secure one earring on your ear. You can barely understand as she whispers, “Open your mouth slightly- Not like that. Gentler.”

You do as you’re told, and in a flash, when she swifts her hands to your left ear, something is inside your mouth.

Immediately you close it and your tongue goes out to inspect what appears to be a capsule.

“Once you’re to say your vows, crack the capsule and fall. I need you to appear faint,” she whispers again, stalling the insertion of the earring on your ear as the soldiers start to get agitated.

You search her eyes for more but she only says, “Trust me. Don’t open your eyes until I’m with you and I tell you so. Just play dead.”

And then she steps away, saying loudly, “All done, your Highness!” and you’re back moving toward your doom.

You feel the capsule hidden under your tongue as you start walking down the aisle of the cathedral.

Rows of guests turned to gaze upon you, their eyes filled with curiosity and judgment. The whispers and murmurs seemed to close in around you, but you kept your head high, determined to see through with the plan.

Just play dead, you think, easy enough.

Your dress, the exquisite creation of silk, seemed to shimmer in the soft candlelight, each step causing the delicate fabric that only cinched in your bust and waist to ripple like waves. The scent of fresh flowers filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of incense.

Your attention however floated elsewhere as you finally dared to look ahead, your eyes catching the ones of the man you are being sold to.

Standing at the altar, the King of Ilya awaits you dressed in all white, a vision of purity and grace. As you see his honey gold hair cascading around his equally gold crown, you understand the choice of color for your dress.

His features are delicate, almost ethereal, with a softness that belies the power he holds.

Coming closer, almost reaching him, you notice how his plump lips curve into a beautiful smile, one that takes you by surprise. Somehow you’d imagined it to be faker, or filled with ill intentions, but none of that is present.

You see yourself fleetingly wishing that you could have met him under different circumstances. If you were a friendly visitor to Ilya, or perhaps meeting him as a future ally, one that had ascended to the throne of Keirn instead. You would’ve wanted to know him better.

You wondered what kind of person he was beneath the crown, what dreams and fears he harbored.

But those thoughts are quickly overshadowed by the reality of your current situation. As you reach the altar, the King kindly extends a hand to you, his smile never faltering. You accept it, feeling the warmth of his touch, and look deeply into his eyes.

You don’t know if it’s nervousness about what you’re about to do, but you can’t read him.

“My bride,” he says gently, kissing your knuckles without ever breaking eye contact. If you had more time to ponder, you’d risk saying he was finding amusing the way you were analyzing him.

He guides you to stand face-to-face with him, and from between you, you hear the priest proclaim, “Without further ado, we are here today to be testimony of the sacred matrimony between Y/n, previous princess of Keirn, and our beloved King Jimin, ruler of Ilya.”

The whole room filled in with, “All hail King Jimin,” as if it were a prayer.

You take that as your cue to bite the capsule.

The bitter taste of whatever content was inside it makes you pull a face, and as you open your mouth a bit distraught by the liquid now swirling in your tongue, you see droplets of red falling.

King Jimin frowns, scanning your complexion. “My dear, are you feeling under the weather?”

You don’t waste any time before rolling your eyes back and falling heavily onto the ground.

It’s a hard task not to wince at the blow your head suffers once it meets the cold stone beneath you, but it had to look credible. You do your best to look lifeless as you hear Jimin shouting for assistance, kneeling beside you while holding your hand tightly.

Or when the crowd goes into a frenzy when Jimin does the same path you just minutes ago walked, as he bravely carries your limp body to a private room escorted by his royal cavalry.

You keep playing dead even after he gently places you on top of what appears to be a wooden table. “Get me a healer. Now!” he commands frantic.

There’s the clink of steel and then a new pair of footing making noise on the cold stones.

“Your Highness,” it’s Hana’s voice, you believe.

Jimin who was still holding your hand, seemingly guarding you like a lion, places your limb on top of your own belly, softly caressing your temple before walking away.

“Where’s the healer?!” he inquires, closer to losing his temper, if he already hadn’t done so.

“He’s on his way, your Highness,” you now know for certain to be Hana as she says meekly. This must be yet another facade of hers as you can gather by now she is nothing but meek. “I came as the priest ordered me to. Your Highnesses are not yet married to the eyes of the lord, you can’t be alone in a room.”

She waits patiently as you hear Jimin sigh and grunt, pacing in what you can imagine a furious state, contrasting greatly with the image you built of him earlier on the altar.

“I’ll be right outside,” He warns. “Don’t you even dare breathe near her. We don’t know as of yet what this could be, I don’t want…Nothing happening to her. Do you hear me?”

“Of course, your Highness. I’ll stand over here.”

You wait until you hear his footsteps growing further down the hall. And then the wooden door slamming.

You wait as Hana’s feet come closer.

And only when she whispers, “And… Wake!” on your ear do you rise like a ghost.

As you do so, still a bit overwhelmed to have pulled such a display, you’re met with Hana’s smile.

She guides you out of the table and gestures for you to keep quiet, indicating for you to follow her.

You do it readily, watching as she opens a secret doorway hidden behind a tapestry, leading into a dark tunnel.

Both inside it, Hana closes the door behind you, cutting your eyesight completely. In instinct your hands shoot before you, feeling under your fingers the musky stone walls.

“Listen to me closely,” Hana murmurs, and by the proximity of it, she’s standing right to your left. You try to look her way. “Down this tunnel, at the very end of it, you will find a horse strapped in a tree. I packed it with food and some things for your journey,” her speech is rushed, you can sense neither of you has much time.

“This is as far as I can take you,” she says finally.

“Thank you, Hana, truly,” You try to put every sense of gratitude in the small words you can offer. “If we ever cross paths again, I hope we can call each other friends. If not, I’ll carry you with me with the utmost gratitude. I need you to know it.”

You can hear her smiling in the dark, “Go before there’s nothing else to thank me for, Princess, but alas- If it’s not asking much, could you smash my head in the stone in a friendly way? It’s no hard feature, you just have to-”

You chuckle, “I’m well acquainted with that, don’t worry. Just show me where your head is.”

Hana swiftly takes your hand and guides it toward her skull. She then proceeds to get closer to the wall and you tag along to execute the move.

“To make you black out or…?”

“Christ, woman!” she hushes, “No. Just to give me some kind of excuse when the King barges in and finds me alone when I should be looking over the future Queen of Ilya.”

“Oh!” you exhale, wincing at what you’re about to do. It won’t be that hard but it will hurt anyways. “I do this with the utmost gratitude.” You feel the need to add.

“Just do it—!”

You smash her head before she can say anything else, and as you leave her trying to suppress a wave of screams and curses, you do your best to navigate in the dark to the end of the tunnel.

For her.

For Yoongi.

For you.

You found the horse Hana had left you with ease. The white stallion was hard to miss.

Your mind raced as quickly as your heart as you guided the animal toward the dense forest. The night had been pitch black, the canopy of the trees above you blocking out any light from the stars. Navigating your way out of Ilya’s kingdom and toward the borders of Arden was proving to be an arduous task, made all the more difficult by your bold attire.

Your yellow wedding dress, though beautiful, was a cumbersome hindrance in a survival mode meant not for a party. Its skirts tangled in the underbrush and caught on every low branch. It looked like a beacon.

Keeping the mount atop the white beast had been also a struggle, the dress snagging and pulling at you with every movement. But you kept holding on.

You missed Solas. He was not only swift but pitch black as the night itself. Riding him had always been like a thrill, the wind whipping through your hair as you galloped across open fields and dense woods. This poor animal beneath you, that you didn’t even have a name for, by contrast, was a gentle and slower beast. Its white coat was visible even in the peering darkness, its pace frustratingly sedate.

You clung to the reins through the entirety of the night. The adrenaline that had fueled your escape was waning, replaced by exhaustion, a throbbing head, and a lack of sleep.

You hadn’t slept properly in days, and the weight of the past travels pressed heavily on your body. The steady, rhythmic plod of the horse’s hooves was almost lulling, and you found yourself fighting to keep your eyes open as you steered the beast Southwest.

You just have to keep going southwest, all the way. Then Arden will be there, your mind swirled with drowsiness.

Something sharp and unyielding wraps around your waist, yanking you violently from the saddle. You have barely time to gasp before you’re thrown to the ground, the impact knocking the breath from your lungs.

The horse, startled, rears up and bolts, disappearing into the morning light.

You lie on the forest floor, stunned and disoriented. Your vision is a blur of soft shades of orange and blue, indicating you have indeed snoozed somewhere along the night.

You begin to panic as the throbbing pain oozes off and a stranger points an arrow at your head.

“I wonder what kind of insanity consumed Ilya that now they are letting their Queens go on crusades into the woods alone,” his voice is rough, with a deep undertone that makes your nails claw at the earth beneath you. “Get up. Slowly.”

You take the opportunity to do so, with the dress you are wearing, it’s better if you are on your feet than in full display to your enemy.

Rising to your feet, you take that your foolish and careless act of rendering yourself to sleep awarded you with your captivity. Jimin must have ordered his men to search for you as soon as he saw the empty room, and as you slept through the night, you lost terrain on them.

Idiot. Idiot. idiot!, Guilt gnaws at you.

“You better kill me now,” you say through gritted teeth. “I won’t go back!”

“Kill you?” the strange soldier dares to look amused and a chill climbs down your spine. Oh Gods, he’s going to have his fun with me first, you panic. “Oh no, my Queen. I have better plans,”

“No!” you grunt, fumbling with the silk of your dress to get a hold of your dagger.

“I wasn’t asking.” he exudes confidence in his statement and you feel your blood boil.

He lowers his bow, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he starts taking slow and assured steps toward you.

This is a play for him. He’s having fun.

His eyes are a deep sea of black and he pins you with it, his stare so intense it’s like you’re drowning in tar.

But then they turn round and alert, snapping to look in the direction of a rust of leaves.

You feel the hairs on the back of your neck prickle, but you can’t take your eyes off him.

In a quick and sudden move, he grabs you by the waist, taking you by surprise at the ease he does it as he rolls the both of you to take refuge at a large trunk of a tree.

Your body is caged between the tree and his own, which feels like warm steel as he presses it further on you. When he covers your mouth with his hand, pinning you with his eyes once more, you notice his cloak.

A brown ragged thing that now serves as a disguise for both of you when he pulls the hood to shield his face. He can’t be a soldier, is the first conclusion you make.

Not one from Ilya.

His nose is so close to yours that it tingles.

And from this close, you can see a deep scar on his tanned cheekbone. You gulp.

“Do not make a sound, Honey,” he whispers, his nose brushing your own.

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✰ merman au, yandere!seokjin

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✰ nope!au, jupe!jin, dark/yandere!jin

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✰ royal au, hybrid!yoongi

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✰ a/b/o, heat cycles

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✰ alien au, yoongi has tentacles

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Fawn (m) (tw dc) » @silv3rswirls

✰ yandere au, corruption, age-gap, coercion

✰ synopsis: wide eyed, bushy tailed. the perfect little church girl parents can brag about. that is until you’re dragged into the waiting hands of min yoongi.

Lineage (m) (dc) » @kosmosguk

✰ royalty au, duke!yoongi, princess!reader, dark/yandere!yoongi, angst

✰ synopsis: When an engagement locks you, the 8th and forgotten princess, to the duke infamous for his cruelty, you find yourself counting the days until your inevitable death. It’s terrifying to think of your end, but when you arrive at his territory, you realize there’s a more morbid reason behind your marriage, and that the duke is much worse than the rumors have painted him out to be.

Fury of Their Scales » @kpopisthereasonihavenolife

✰ dragon au, dragon!yoongi, human!reader, slow burn

✰ synopsis: a world of dragons, demons, devils, gods and ghouls- humans were of small number. you’ve lived on the outskirts of your human village in the woods ever since you could remember. living alone in a small cabin with nothing but woodland trees, ponds, lakes and animals was like a small paradise- with the occasional bump in the road. as someone who’s studied and experimented with nature to make all sorts of concoctions- your home was ideal. it didn’t matter that your village didn’t like it or that they rejected your life of medicine. what did matter, however, was the dragon stuck in a trap not too far from your home that you just discovered.

➜ ┊: jung hoseok ᵎ ✰

╭♡ Hot Rod (m) » @kinktae

✰ 1950s au, greaser!hoseok

✰ synopsis: a 1950′s inspired fic where greaser hoseok can’t keep his eyes, or hands, off the cute new waitress at his and his boys’ favorite diner.

Run Little Rabbit (m) » @readyplayerhobi

✰ hybrid au, college au, a/b/o

✰ synopsis: Jung Hoseok - the Alpha wolf of his pack and far out of your league. As a rabbit shifter who still jumps around predators, you fantasise about your dangerous crush from a safe distance, particularly as he doesn’t like you. But what happens when he goes into heat and you’re the only one he’ll accept?

╭♡ Locks and Barriers (m) » @lemonjoonah

✰ post apocalyptic au, language barrier, hoseok is such a sweetheart

✰ synopsis: One of the most amazing experiences in your life soon descends into chaos. Your trip to Seoul becoming overshadowed by a cataclysmic event leaving you alone in a city that is not your own. Your only hope? To find the man who has sent out one last broadcast to the city in search of any survivors, but you’ll have to overcome more than distance if you wish to become closer to him.

╭♡ Solar Eclipse (m) (dc) » @deepdarkdelights

✰ yandere/dark au, so so so fucking good man, i could talk about this fic for days, honestly any of their work is incredible

✰ synopsis: This look on his face, although more genuine than anything else you had seen, was capable of sending your entire body into a panicked frenzy. Something in the back of your mind was telling you, no, begging you to run. The instincts that had been fostered in you from generations before were telling you this man was dangerous, and you were better off fleeing than sticking around to see what would happen.

➜ ┊: kim namjoon ᵎ ✰

Castaways (m) » @rmnamjoons

✰ ship wreck au, slow burn

✰ synopsis: You’ve always hated the ocean. Open water terrifies you, and you stay as far away from it as possible for self-preservation and peace of mind. Despite this, your friend somehow convinces you to go on a luxury cruise with her, her boyfriend Hoseok, and Hoseok’s nerdy friend Namjoon, who’s almost cute enough to distract you from your debilitating fears. When a sudden storm hits, however, you and Namjoon are swept overboard and find yourselves castaway on a desert island somewhere in the vast South Pacific.

╭♡ Wired (dc) » @liveyun

✰ yandere/dark au, android au, android!namjoon, scientist!reader, absolutely love this actually, everything

✰ synopsis: You’ve spent years perfecting your first android. But as you power him on for the first time, something feels off. The sense of control you once had begins to slip, and suddenly, you realize—he may be is more than just a machine.

➜ ┊: park jimin ᵎ ✰

╭♡ Otherworldly (m) (dc) » @sinning-on-a-sunday

✰ yandere/dark au, coraline au, classic amazing fic you need to read

✰ synopsis: when you discover a tiny door in your home that leads to a much better version of your own life, it seems too good to be true. little do you know, the man posing as your boyfriend may be a lot more dangerous than you care to admit. and he is not intent on letting you leave.

Labour of Love (tw dc) » @yandere-society

✰ yandere!jimin, unhealthy relationships, dc

✰ synopsis: A love so sweet tastes just as sour. Jimin is unable to live without you.

Power Play (m) » @dovechim

✰ pornstar!jimin

✰ synopsis: You know him as the A lister of all porn stars; a man who sits pretty in his place at the top of the food chain. But you also know him as the Park Jimin who single handedly humiliated you and ruined your own career as a rookie just starting out, the epitome of the biggest dick in the entire industry… and you’re not talking about his assets. But when Park Jimin comes to you, saying he’s in a slump that only you can get him out of and begs you to sign an exclusive contract with him; things get messy… in more ways than one.

➜ ┊: kim taehyung ᵎ ✰

Chism (m) » @kpopfanfictrash

✰ fantasy au, god!taehyung, rings

✰ synopsis: The entirety of your life, you have never fit in. A woman soldier. A passive power, wielded in the land of the bold. Despite this, you have followed your father’s advice and striven to blend into the crowd. You feel you have succeeded, until your Queen calls you before her with an arduous task. Guard the darkest cell in the lowest dungeon. Do not listen to what the prisoner has to say and above all else, keep your head. The old gods may be dead, but the humans are living.

Planning Ahead (m) » @dovechim

✰ established relationship

✰ synopsis: technology has reached its peak when taehyung gets notified of your ovulation dates through his phone. baby making sex is so much easier when all he has to do is convince you to let him put in just the tip, and rely on your hormones to do the rest. you call him a sly fox. taehyung thinks it’s just planning ahead.

Falling, Falling, Gone » @johobi

✰ college au, soccer player!taehyung

✰ synopsis: Taehyung. Captain of the soccer team. Master of your heart. You'll never tell him for fear of rejection. So why the fuck are you about to do it in front of dozens of his peers?

You Should See Me in a Crown (m) » @sinning-on-a-sunday

✰ royal au, yandere!prince!taehyung, dc

✰ synopsis: you’ve been a servant to the Kim family for years, but when Taehyung becomes king, he starts to show an interest in you, and it doesn’t take long for him to claim you as his.

╭♡ Isn’t That What Brothers Do? (m) » @aris-ink

✰ step brother au, just the tip, top 5 ffs of all time

✰ synopsis: Taehyung helps you clean up after a party just like brothers should do.

Instinct (m) (tw dc) » @deepdarkdelights

✰ hybrid au, yandere!taehyung, beautiful take on hybrids

✰ synopsis: He was huddled in the middle of the road, his arms wrapped around himself as he remained crouched on the wet pavement. But you knew he was looking at you. His golden eyes were glowing back at you, like a predator glaring at you from the depths of the jungle. There was something inside you that knew that he was dangerous, an echo of intuition from thousands of years before you. But you were a modern human, you were good at ignoring your instincts.

➜ ┊: jeon jungkook ᵎ ✰

Liars and Fire (m) » @kpopfanfictrash

✰ ex husband!jungkook

✰ synopsis: It’s been nearly a year since your divorce was finalized. Why, then, do you still find yourself falling into bed with your ex?

Over the Edge (m) » @kpopfanfictrash

✰ hockey player!jungkook

✰ synopsis: so, you’re dating. everything is dandy, the sex is knocking your socks off, but what happens when you get in the First Real Fight?

Quarter Quell » @laughing-with-god

✰ hunger games au, yandere!jungkook

✰ synopsis: Every 25 years there is a Quarter Quell edition of the Hunger Games. Quells mark the anniversaries of the districts' defeat by the Capitol, and include special celebrations. The Games involves some sort of twist that makes them even more disastrous or difficult to compete in, or watch.

╭♡ Close (m) (tw dc) » @aft3rhrs

✰ step-brother au, yandere!jungkook, so. so good.

✰ synopsis: You and your step-brother have always been so close.

╭♡ The Crimson Shell (m) (tw dc) » @angelicyoongie

✰ merman au, yandere!jungkook, oviposition

✰ synopsis: you had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. but unbeknowst to you – something had been watching you back.

Espresso (m) » @joonberriess

✰ boxer!jk, popstar!reader, romcom

✰ synopsis: A rowdy boxer and the pretty it-girl he bagged by being him. Jungkook's doing anything to prove he's serious, even if it means making a fool outta himself.

Idealizations Concerning Real Life Relations (m) » @venusiangguk

✰ fwb, s2l, smut, angst, no happy ending, actually made me cry it was so good

✰ synopsis: Jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn't love in return.

➜ ┊: poly ᵎ ✰

Fortuna (m) » @readyplayerhobi

✰ pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Hoseok x Reader, Jimin x Reader

✰ future au, breeding kink

✰ synopsis: 300 years ago, half the world’s population died when the experimental Fortuna virus escaped. The remaining male population has been rendered infertile with one loophole that has meant polyamorous relationships have become the norm.

╭♡ Between Two Sinners (m) (tw dc) » loquaciouslo

✰ pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Jimin x Reader, eventual Taehyung x Reader

✰ church au, priests son!yoongi, very dark content

✰ synopsis: In which you find yourself praying against your growing desires for the pastor's son - and his best friend - only to find it in the most faithless of places. When devils are sweet and their faces come in sets of two, what are you supposed to do? Will you resist? Or succumb to temptation?

Entangled (m) » @caelesjjk

✰ pairing: Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader

✰ superhero!au, spiderman!jungkook, venom!taehyung

✰ synopsis: is it possible for your heart to belong to two different people with two different secrets that you need to keep?

Sleeping (m) (tw dc) » @aris-ink

✰ pairing: maknae line x reader

✰ somnophilia, sharing is caring <3

✰ synopsis: the maknae line has been using you while you sleep.

╭♡ Animal Farm (m) (tw dc) » @joonberriess

✰ pairing: taehyung x reader, jungkook x reader

✰ post apocalyptic au, dark au, my comfort fic fr <\3

✰ synopsis: the world as you once knew it is in shambles, society is gone and those who remain fight for survival in the remaining days. you end up caught in the fire, targeted by two depraved hunters who believe you’d make a good pet. “is it a farm or is it society?”

Trouvaille (m) » @spookyserenades

✰ pairing: ot7 x reader

✰ hybrid au, supernatural/occult themes, slowwwburn, a classic <3

✰ synopsis: In a world where hybrids are both the hottest commodity and largely exploited, a recent shortage of hybrids nationwide due to the wealthy adopting for sport hunting dominates the news headlines. More than ever, stray hybrids are whisked off the streets and taken into shelters to meet the demand. Mistreated, neglected, forgotten – in a notoriously disreputable hybrid shelter in a pocket of downtown Boston, seven “aggressive” hybrids await their inevitable fate of being sold for sport.

Scream (dc) » @devotedfem

✰ pairing: maknae line x reader

✰ dark/yandere au, serial killer au

✰ synopsis: It's late and you're watching horror movies. But someone's calling you, a weirdo asking you questions about classic horror films. Nothing was wrong until he started to threat you, and when you hang up the phone you realized there's murderers wearing ghostface masks in your house.

➜ ┊: Other ᵎ ✰

Jeju Shore (m) » @here2bbtstrash @gimmethatagustd @sailoryooons

✰ one-shot pairings: Jimin x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader

✰ jersey shore au, 2009 au, smut, a real good time

✰ synopsis: This season on Jeju Shore, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook fist-pump their way through Labor Day Weekend. 2009 is their fucking year and they are ready to tear up the clubs. Hide your vodka redbulls, your baby oil, and your pink Sony digital camera - the maknaes are in town.

Bouquet (m) (tw dc) » @deepdarkdelights

✰ ot7 (not poly) one shot series

✰ yandere au, such a fun world to dive into, hoseoks part is beautiful

✰ synopsis: Seven men are dying to give you love, will you accept their affections? Be warned, it’s quite easy for these affections to develop into a deep, dark, twisted affair.

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