"it's So Hot, I'm Literally Gonna Melt" You Complain While Removing Your Shirt, Leaving You Wearing Just

"it's so hot, i'm literally gonna melt" you complain while removing your shirt, leaving you wearing just a bra. you raise your arms above your head, extending your fingertips towards the air conditioning vent to feel the cool breeze directly.

"come back to bed," yunho emits a groan from his spot in your bed, sprawled out on the covers resembling a starfish. he's wearing nothing but his chelsea t-shirt and boxers.

"why would i do that, we're both sweating like crazy," you mutter, your eyes shut tightly as you try to absorb every bit of the refreshing breeze.

"don't stand in front of the ac, you'll catch a cold," he says, shifting onto his side to gaze at you. a smile forms on his face as he appreciates your appearance. you're dressed in a plain white bra and his matching chelsea shorts. "why don't you take off the shorts and show me something good, tiny."

without responding or turning around to face him, you choose to express your annoyance by flipping him off, enjoying the sensation of the cool breeze against your perspiring skin. his laughter fills the air, and you sense him rising from the bed. suddenly, his warm hand wraps around your waist, creating a comforting sensation. you find yourself automatically smiling at his touch, as if your body instinctively responds to him without needing permission.

he allows both of you to tumble onto the bed, resulting in you landing on top of him with a startled "mmphf" escaping your lips. he playfully rolls you both around, causing you to end up beneath him, his larger frame enveloping you and pressing you deeper into the mattress. as a sense of panic overwhelms you, you begin to scream, and your screams mingle with his laughter. desperate to free yourself, you push against him with all your might, but he remains firmly in place, refusing to budge.

the piercing sound of your screams is abruptly halted as your other boyfriend enters the room, balancing a tray with three cups of what appears to be icy slush. disregarding the situation, he nonchalantly tosses his keys onto the nearest piece of furniture and hands a slush to yunho, who is still chuckling while keeping you pinned down with one forearm pressed against your chest.

"seonghwa tell him to leave me alone, i'm gonna die," you whine helplessly, attempting to give him your most pleading puppy-dog eyes. however, he simply gazes at you, taking slow sips from his strawberry slushie. the sunlight streaming through the windows accentuates his dark under-eye circles, making them appear even more pronounced, casting shadows on his handsome face.

"i don't have time for this," he sighs, clearly exasperated. yunho's laughter intensifies, finding the situation incredibly amusing, knowing well that he's the one who persuaded seonghwa to engage in late-night gaming sessions until sunrise. you adore yunho and his playful, puppy-like personality, but his boundless energy can be exhausting, especially when you're pinned down, struggling for breath. feeling defeated, you gaze at your untouched slushie, resting silently on the nightstand beside you.

"yunho, i'm sweating so much right now, i don't think you wanna be this close to me," you attempt to persuade your boyfriend to move away, but he looks at you with a perplexed expression. he leans down and presses his head against your neck, and you feel his tongue, cold from his drink, glide from the base of your neck to the side of your jaw. "what the fuck! get off!" you forcefully place your palms against his chest and manage to push him away, creating enough space for you to peer down at his smirking face.

"you taste good," he smiles in response, his tone casual as if he didn't just do the most out of pocket shit you've ever witnessed.

"move," seonghwa grumbles as he slips into his side of the bed beside you. he briefly closes his eyes, allowing a moment of rest while yunho nudges both of you to the left on the spacious bed. seonghwa sits up again, removing his t-shirt just as you did earlier. your gaze wanders over the expanse of his well-defined chest, sweat causing his abs to gleam in the sunlight, giving his physique an almost ethereal quality

"thirsty?" you hear yunho whisper in your ear, and you can sense that he caught on to the way you glanced at seonghwa, implying a sexual undertone. however, you genuinely feel parched and in need of a drink.

"yeah, seonghwa please?" you request, pointing towards the nearby cup behind him. he turns to you and goes to retrieve it, but instead of handing it to you, he brings the straw to his own lips, savoring the taste of the orange beverage, "fuck i knew i should've taken peach, it's so fucking good."

he turns towards you and laughs upon witnessing your betrayed expression. "don't look at me like that, i just wanted to taste, here baby take," he says, taking another sip before pushing yunho away from your body. he then brings his lips to yours, guiding the liquid into your mouth, and you willingly accept it, feeling it slide down your throat as his tongue brushes against the roof of your mouth. pulling back, he licks the trail of liquid that had escaped your mouth and landed on the side of your cheek.

"want more?" he asks, and when you nod in agreement, he pushes the straw to yunho's lips.

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Watch your back: chapter 10

Once you don’t value what you have someone else learns how to take care of what used to be yours

Synopsis : 8 men supposed to give her all the love they promised end up leaving her behind without a valid reason

Pairing : girlfriend Reader x PolyAteez !

Warning : this chapter contains mentions of Ateez being careless , lots of crying , Mingi lashing out on everyone, Seonghwa being a douche bag , Y/n destroying her room , Hongjoong manhandling Y/n , Y/n finally having enough , huge character death , heartbreak, Wooyoung and Yunho being emotional wrecked, Hongjoong being cruel , Huge huge Angst etc Please reminding me if I forgot something

Hold in your tears because this is the penultimate chapter of the Watch your back series :(

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Word count: 3,6k

The fresh sheets made her feel like she could sleep forever and not get up

It smelled like freshly squeezed lemons and strawberries for some reason

Y/n stretched and opened her eyes slowly feeling herself pressed against someone

The memories from the night prior invaded her mind making her sigh and look at him

She admired his facial features as he slept peacefully with nothing bothering him at all

" See you later "

The girl whispered and kissed his cheek and stood up to collect her clothes before leaving his room carefully

It was time to go home , a place she didn't even want to go to

It was time to see everyone else , the people she didn't even want to see

Y/n grabbed her high heels and held them in her hands together with the plastic bag her dress was inside after Dawon had washed in and placed it in the living room for her to take

Unlocking the door to the boys door she went out and started walking home just to save time and prepare herself for the mental draining talk with whoever decided to gang up on her

She wanted to change and treat herself better , she wanted to be with someone who wanted her for her and not whenever they feel like they needed to love her all of the sudden

Her phone luckily survived since she didn't jump together with it into the water

Remembering the audio she send yesterday , she quickly checked if he had seen it but sighed in relief when the check marks where still grey and hadn't turned blue so she deleted them

It's not like she succeeded for it to still be there so it was kind of embarrassing for her

" Young Lady wait a minute ! "

Someone shouted and ran after her

" Can I have a moment please ? It's quick "

" Sure it's not like I have somewhere to be urgently, how can I help you "

The man smiled and took out a business card

" You look really beautiful and I would like to ask you if you had ever thought about modeling before? It's ok if you have no experience "

The girl chuckled and looked at the card and back at the man

" I have not thought about it before , I'll call if I'm interested in doing this "

" Take your time , I'm available until next Saturday before I have to leave for a business meeting in another city "

He bowed and left after thanking her

Walking for some minutes until she reached home her mind kept thinking about the offer but she didn't really pay mind to it

Punching in the code the door unlocked so she could walk in , Y/n removed her shoes and I walked into the kitchen to drink something

" Where have you been ? "

She continued to drink ignoring the said person who stood there eyes bloodshot starring at her sleep deprived

" I asked where you have been "

Y/n finally looked at the person and chuckled

" I don't know if I want to answer you or even look at your face so please let me be "

" Why are you behaving this way ? I'm worried and I couldn't sleep until I knew you where home and safe "

" Cut it out , if you cared you would add me to  the reservation list , but guess what I made a fool out of myself because I thought they did a mistake when in reality you never added me "

" Baby i forgot to , and I'm sorry "

" Don't baby me , im not about to take this apology and walk with it , the way you guys treated me yesterday was not it "

She opened the cabinets and scoffed

" And don't open my stuff when im not home "

He sighed and went closer to her

" My love im sorry I know how fed up you are but forgive me this once "

" Seonghwa I want to be fed up and I have the right to , I'm not doing well and it was just to much these past weeks and months "

Seonghwa looked at her rubbing his eyes

" Whatever I just wanted to make it up to you but you're being a bitch about it "

He stood up and left making her angry

" I'm being a bitch about people hurting me all the time ?! , do you even hear yourself! "

She yelled after him hitting his back

" Seonghwa do you realize who you've become? , you where literally trying to gaslight me into accepting your apology! "

He looked back and scoffed

" Darling that's not called gaslighting , don't say things out of context "

" I don't even care at this point, you know what hurts the most ? "

" What is it again , now you're home and I can go back to sle-"

" Having loved all of you was the hugest mistake i have ever committed , each day I discover more of your rotten personality "

Y/n stared at him and laughed

" You should be glad someone loved you in the first place , and if you're so tired leave "

Seonghwa scoffed once again and went into his room

" Oh so I need to leave now because you are a bad partner? "

" You're the ungrateful one , you have eight boyfriends and it's still not enough "

" Yeah exactly , look who's talking you literally found another girlfriend behind my back and not only that , she doesn't even pay rent but I have to ?  I still don't understand "

Seonghwa rolled his eyes and sighed once again wishing he had just went to sleep instead of waiting like a maniac

"  Y/n I'm starting to think that you're jealous of Rin lately, you always speak with so much hate about her it's never something good "

He turned around and looked at her in a weird type of way

" Me jealous of her ? , Seonghwa you clearly don't know the meaning between despising someone and their behavior and actually hating them as a person "

" Yeah you're clearly jealous, just because she's young and beautiful and carries herself like the beauty she is doesn't mean you have to always punch her around

The moment he said those words was when her tears started building up

" Maybe if you dressed up more and showed off your beauty we wouldn't have started dating her in the first place "

Y/n laughed smiling and left towards her room before she unpacked all her memories with Seonghwa and all his clothes to the ones he gifted her and started throwing them inside a bag and placed it out her room as she wiped her tears

All the dresses she had worn as , all the pictures and jewelry and not to forget the big frame she had once thrown on the ground was laying in front of her door with glass scattered around once again alarming nearly everyone

" What is wrong with you !

Yunho woke up and gasped as he saw her front door and the way she was trashing her room

" Y/n Stop this nonsense right now ! "

Hongjoong sprinted into the room furiously and grabbed her as he impulsively grabbed her hair

" Are you insane ?! , why are you trashing your room for in this morning "

" What is wrong with her lately?"

Yeosang whispered as he stared at Hongjoong manhandling Y/ln

" I was talking to you , what is your issue "

He said angrily starring deeply into her eyes

" I'm done with Seonghwa, I don't want anything to do with him anymore neither do I want his stuff anymore I hate him "

She cried before freeing herself from his grip

" And when have you two broken up for you to act this way? "

" Today right now , and matter of fact I'm breaking up with all of you "

" Y/n you can't do that "

" Oh I can and I just did , I'm done playing the punching bag in this relationship "

The girl watched as all their faces dropped making her laugh

" Shocked ? , i thought that's what y'all wanted the most to happen no ? "

Mingi looked at her with a frown as Wooyoung held his back because he knew he'd cry

" Y/n are you out of your mind? You can't just break up with us because you want to "

" Jongho , I'm sick of y'all neglecting me and treating me like trash I've done this already for four years and I'm tired , I lost my child and my passion for most of the things I loved , not only that but I was degraded by my now ex boyfriend who told me that if I dressed myself up or was prettier you guys wouldn't get together with Rin , and I just realized that this is not what I want anymore "

San looked at her and bawled his fists

" You're really throwing away all our battles and love even after we lost Sanie ? "

" No , you guys threw all the love away  "

Y/n grabbed her duffel bag and started packing her belongings and everything she needed to leave

" Baby please I'll change just don't leave me "

Mingi cried out and kneeled in front of her as he held her legs

" You can't just throw out our memories "

She chuckled and wiped her eyes

" I can't believe Mingi is the only one begging for mercy , it just shows show much he cares unlike you guys "

Packing her stuff she left the bag on her bed and started texting Rowoon to come pick her up

" Please don't leave Y/n , im begging you to not leave me for the sake of my love for you "

Mingi was a crying mess as everyone stared at him making a fool out of himself when she ignored his rants

" I-I wanted to propose to you yesterday but you weren't there so I couldn't "

He pulled out the red velvet box showing the beautiful golden ring with green diamonds on top as he wiped his runny nose with the back of his hand making her turn around

"Mingi you're not being for real now "

Yunho asked in disbelief as he looked at him

" I love her , and I wanted to propose to her yesterday in front of everyone else "

Y/n looked at Mingi with tears as he stared right back at her

" And you didn't discuss this with us first "

" I don't need to discuss anything with you , I loved her first before Seonghwa even pursued her even though he knew I had a crush on Y/n"

" But she's our girlfriend too so you had to at least tell us about the proposal "

" Besides did you consider Rins feelings ? "

Wooyoung sighed and looked at Rin that fiddled with her fingers

" Y/n is my number one priority and she knows how much I love her, I feel like an idiot for not standing up when you guys ganged up on her , have you guys forgotten about your vows when we first started dating her ? "

" You think you're better because you wanted to propose to her ? "

" See this is what I'm talking about! ever since you guys started dating that kid y'all have become so ignorant ! "

Mingi yelled and stood up and pushing Yunho out off pure rage

" We were a perfect family, but you Hongjoong you destroyed everything since the day you introduced us to Rin ! "

Y/n watched things unfold in front of her eyes as she had never seen Mingi that angry let alone push his best friend

" Mingi please calm down "

" No they have to listen, especially San who I still need to understand why he's defending the one that made  him loose his opportunity to become a first time dad "

" You can't blame her it was her friends that did it "

" She commanded them too hurt her ! are you that delusional Yeosang?! Stop making up things to justify her behavior "

He yelled at Yeosang frustrated who looked shocked and held his chest

" And Rin I've never loved you like the way I loved Y/n , I felt like I was forced to love you somehow "

The boys looked at Mingi surprised as he hovered over Rin who backed away

" I've seen your tricks and plays but never said anything for the sake of the others , I can't believe a woman can degrade herself and be so disgusting to her own kind "

He looked at her with pure disgust in his eyes as he watched her tear up in shock

" The words must have hit home right ? You yourself know what you did "

" Mingi that's enough "

Seonghwa grabbed him and harshly looked at him

" Don't touch me Seonghwa, you out of everyone disappointed me the most "

Y/n just stood there in shock seeing everything unfold before her eyes

" I'm tired of you guys , and one thing I know is that I want to stay with her and I'll move out "

He grabbed her hand and left the house in a hurry

" Mingi slow down I'm gonna fall "

she panted and held onto his hand as he stopped on the sidewalk

" I-I I just couldn't bear it anymore , I was tired of them hurting you only  if you had  heard the things being said yesterday at the dinner "

Mingi teared up as he looked at her

" It's like you never existed to them , they just remember you when they need you or something "

She chuckled and looked into his glossy eyes

" thats why I am leaving, you don't need to worry about me being hurt anymore "

Mingi held onto her as he teared up once more

" I'm so sorry for treating you like trash , I can't believe I turned away from the person that helped me overcome my darkest times these past years "

The girl couldn't help but hug back as she snuggled onto his embrace

" I love you so much , I don't ever want to leave you so please stay with me "

" I-I want you to stay with me Y/n "

She remained silent as she held onto him unable to answer

" I'm begging you please stay with me , you don't need to get married with me now just stay "

Her eyes glossed up as she saw the familiar car pull up from the distance but she couldn't bring herself to let go of him

" Please Y/n say something anything "

He stuttered as he feared of her leaving him

" Mingi I-I can't right now I need some time "

She sniffed detaching herself from him as she saw Rowoon get out the car in his black hoodie and jeans leaning against the car door

" Please don't leave me "

He mumbled once again as she stepped back and looked at him as her heart shattered into million pieces

" Mingi I'll text you later "

She slowly grabbed her bag and started walking away towards Rowoon's car leaving Mingi sobbing to himself on the side of the road while he watched her leave

" Please drive I can't bear to see him like that please "

She mumbled looking away as she entered the car feeling her heart clench ten times harder that before

Rowoon didn't even dare ask as he just started driving past Mingi who yelled after the car as he ran to catch up with them

Y/n closed her eyes and lowered her head in shame

She felt like crap for breaking his heart that way , especially because she knew how sensitive and soft Mingi was

The thing that scared her the most was that he'd fall back into his old ways to coupe with reality

———

" Has she ate anything yet ? "

Jaeyoon came into the living room where the other boys sat down watching tv

" She hasn't been feeling like it since hours now , I tried giving her some bread at least but she remained unresponsive "

Rowoon sighed as he made himself comfortable on the couch

" I don't know what went down at they house but it seemed pretty ugly , she texted me suddenly asking me to pick her up "

" Do you think she broke up with them ? "

" That's what I have guessed by the way one of them chased us after I started driving off , he screamed and cried like crazy made me feel bad for him "

The boys all looked at each other as the atmosphere turned into a gloomy one

" Gosh look what love does to someone "

Inseong shook his head as he skipped trough the channels until he landed on a specific one

" Guys look at this "

They looked at the news headlines with frowns especially Rowoon as he froze

" Someone committed suicide by jumping of their home building not long ago "

Hwiyoung grimaced not wanting to imagine as he covered his eyes

" Now why would someone do that ? "

" Why are you looking so shocked? do you perhaps know the guy ? "

" That's one of her boyfriends , the one that we meet down town one day sitting at the bench "

" The undercut guy that worked at the convenience store , sharp jaw and cat like eyes "

" The guy from the dance studio we frequented Taeyang what's his name ?! "

" You mean San ? "

"Yeah that's him ! ,I never knew he was her boyfriend "

Rowoon lowered his head sighing as he felt bad especially for Y/n that had yet to receive the news

" But why did he do that ? , do you think it's because of their break up ? "

" Bro i can tell you from experience that I was depressive as well when  I broke up with Hana "

Zuho sighed and rubbed his head

" Love hurts man it really does "

The boys didn't notice that she stood there in tears accompanying the news together with them

her vision blurred as she felt her heart pump in pain

Not being able to continue listening she bolted out of their apartment bare feet making the boys look at each other before Rowoon ran out after

As much as it hurt running on the cold wet side walk it pained more losing someone who she once called the love of her life

Running and running which felt like hours as the rain poured on her soaking all her clothes until she reached the scene seeing the sirens of the ambulance and police cars in front of the building

Within each big breath she took as she approached the mass of people standing there watching she felt her hart shattering

" Let me pass please , I need to get to him "

Whispering as she tried to squeeze herself between the people to get to main scene

Her feet burned and ached from falling and stubbing her toes on the rocks along the way

Every single step she took she wished it wasn't true , every single breath she took she wished he could tell her that it was all a bad dream since the beginning

And that they could restart everything despite all the heart break in the past weeks and months

But that all would be a dream come true , because right in front of her two eyeballs  stood Wooyoung sobbing in a squat position as everyone else sobbed circling around him

" No No , please San please don't do this to me "

Her messy self ran after the men that carried the stretched into the ambulance

" Please don't take him away from me please "

Tears streamed down her face as she begged the man who looked at her feeling her pain

" Miss we need to carry the deceased away "

" Please let me see my boyfriend one last time "

Someone yanked her away from the stretched before pushing her to the ground

" How dare you show yourself after what you did to him ?! How heartless are you ! "

Yunho yelled at her in rage before pushing her back down as she tried to get up slowly

" You killed San ! You took him away from his family and us ! I hate you so much "

Wooyoung yelled as he charged towards her his rage the double of what everyone felt

" I have the right to be here , I love San "

She hiccuped out refusing to put him in the past tense

" You should be ashamed of yourself to show up here after today "

Jongho looked at her in disgust

" You didn't only take San away from us but you destroyed Mingi, he's locked inside his room with Hongjoong because he fell back into his old ways "

She shook her head sobbing loudly

" I n-never wanted this to happe-"

" Shut up ! You just wanted to be together with that other guy , you broke up with us because of him "

Yeosang scoffed as he looked down on her face while Seonghwa stood there his eyes glossy refusing to approach her

" You're a monster and you disgust me "

The strangers just watched and filmed the scene in front of them without butting in

" Stop This instant , stop filming ! "

Someone yelled with angry tears trying to shoo away the crowd

“ Stop filming her , please go away ”

Miss Cha hugged Y/n who hyperventilated clutching her face as the rain poured on her

“ How can you guys turn your back on her ! She lost someone too !”

She yelled hitting Yunho who sobbed as he looked at Y/n

Hongjoong came out after making sure Mingi slept soundly his eyes red and puffy

“ Guys get inside, I’ll drive to the hospital ”

Seonghwa slowly gathered everyone with Rin who looked at her in disgust

“ I don’t care about why you’re here , I’m just making it clear that I don’t want you around our house anymore after what you did today don’t even think about contacting Mingi or Sans family, don’t you even dare to appear on San’s funeral ”

Hongjoong looked at her with hatred before walking towards his car and driving away towards the hospital

The only thing that took it took for her heart to shatter fully without any way of turning back we’re his words and the heavy rain pouring onto her and Ms Cha who held her tightly against her chest

Love hurts , but this hurt a million times worser

angel in the marble

after you fail to pickpocket him, the famous yet arrogant artist Jeon Jungkook takes you off the streets to make you his servant, and the more you know him, the more you realise he's not as detestable as everyone claims he is.

♔ PAIRING: michelangelo!jungkook x servant!reader

♔ GENRE: high renaissance au, angst, smut, humour

♔ WORD COUNT: 8k

♔ WARNINGS: homelessness, stealing, mild swearing/violence/drinking, 90% of this is bickering lmao, mentions of minor characters' death, jealousy and kinda possessiveness?, referenced unconsensual groping (not by jk), a bit of blasphemy, making out, groping, fingering, rough angry sexxx, choking, slapping

♔ AUTHOR'S NOTE: fun fact this is mostly historically accurate! jk's characterisation, the grocery list doodles, the sack of rome, the beef with his brother, the encounter with his rival (raphael)... are all taken from michelangelo's actual life, even some stuff is quoted from his letters lol. man was fanfic material.

1529, Rome

“How much for that one?”

“No, that one’s sold already.”

It was a lively morning. After days of heavy rainfall, those of high social class were eager to get out and meet under the gentle sun of spring, whose glare reflected on the precious stones of their jewellery; while those of low, out of necessity, couldn’t wait to reopen their businesses or set up their stalls and get back to work. You liked to eye them all as you strolled the streets of Rome.

“To whom?”

“Your friend Taehyung.”

“Agh… How much is that prick paying you?”

The point of the matter was that it was bustling, some colliding if they looked away from where they were going for more than a breath. It worked in your favour for it was then easier to make yourself scarce right after stealing bags of coins, such as those of the three men seemingly bargaining by a workshop’s entrance out of which a large block of marble was being dragged. Perfect.

“Three ducats.”

“Three?! He’s robbing you of two ducats. I’ll pay you the five it’s worth.”

You kept your head low as you approached the pair that seemed wealthier and with those stealthy hands of yours unfastened the bags tied to their belts. After all, pickpocketing was a skill you’d had under your own for some years now, so this was bound to go smoothly.

Because you didn’t realise there was a guardian with them, perhaps you’d grown arrogant.

“I’m sorry, maestro. It’s reserved.”

“But it’ll become a waste in his possession!”

As you slipped away into the crowd, mouth watering at the fresh-baked bread you were going to devour as soon as bought, this brown dog leaped up at you out of nowhere, ignoring your desperate efforts to shake him off. If anything, they caused him to bark.

No, no, no…

The three men turned to the scene playing out not so far, and thinking his dog was bothering you one of them shouted, “Bam, come here, boy!” but as he obediently ran to his owner, you were too slow to hide the bags in your hands. It only took the pair a second to make them out, check whether theirs still hung on their belts, find them not, work out you’d stolen them, look back up, and find you not either.

Of course, you’d made your escape by then, dived into the sea of people and swum through them as quickly as possible, only stopping when you reached an empty vaulted alley to catch your breath.

That was ridiculously close. If you weren’t more careful next–

Your train of thought was interrupted by someone grabbing you by the arm from behind and pushing you against the nearest wall. A grunt accompanied the thud, and a gasp followed at the sight of the two men from before—dog included. Pinned in place, it’d be a bad idea to fight back or attempt to run away again. Fuck’s sake.

“Do you know what happens to thieves?” the one cornering you asked so close that when the cold breeze rustled his hair, some strands grazed your face. You looked away to avoid the tickling rather than out of fear, or so you wanted to believe. “They have a hand cut off. Seems fair, doesn’t it, Jimin?”

By contrast, that Jimin didn’t look intimidating, otherwise still catching his breath from the chase, but he did snatch the coin bags from your hands. “It doesn’t have to be so, maestro. We got our money back. She’s… just a girl.”

“And that exempts her of crime?”

“Please, don’t report me,” you begged, humiliating as though it was.

“Why shouldn’t we?” the maestro scoffed. Maestro… You were being threatened by a damned craftsman, the other one probably his assistant.

“Because I don’t want to lose a hand?”

“Oh, but we wanted to lose money, did we?” You rolled your eyes, and he released his grip only to step away. “Take us to your father, brat. He’ll answer for you.”

It took you a moment to respond, “I don’t have a father, or anyone... Only I can answer for my actions.”

“You’re a beggar?” Jimin asked, taking pity as he studied your appearance for the first time. Dishevelled hair, tattered dress, unpleasant smell… Yes, they should’ve guessed.

“She doesn’t beg, though, does she? She steals.”

“Only from cunts.”

His head snapped to meet your glare, and Jimin laughed, “You seem to not know whom you speak to.” He could be Jesus for all you cared. Uninterested, you petted the dog, Bam, seeing as he’d leapt up at you again. “This is Jeon Jungkook.”

You froze. The Jeon Jungkook? The famous artist who painted and sculpted for the Pope? Whom faraway kings and even emperors commissioned? The one whose genius was said to be changing the world?

At the lack of attention, Bam returned to his master, and that snapped you out of your shock to ask, “Then why do you whine?” The two men frowned, having clearly expected an apology paired with the usual bootlicking. “As if you need that bag more than I!”

“What nerve,” he scoffed again, making you wince by grabbing your arm tighter than before and starting to drag you into the next street. “You’re going straight to the authorities!”

“Wait,” Jimin intervened, thank God. “Weren’t you in need of a servant, maestro?”

“So?”

Jimin pointed at you with his gaze as though it was obvious. “You’re in need of a servant, she’s in need of a roof.”

“I would rather have a hand cut off.”

“I would rather have her hand cut off too.”

Jungkook tried to resume dragging you, but Jimin blocked his way with a soft smile. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N…”

“Do you know how to take care of a household?” Slowly, you nodded, melancholy engulfing you at the memory of cooking or sweeping the floor with your mother once upon a time. Somehow, she always found a way to make chores fun... “Then you qualify for the job. You’ll have three meals a day and a bed to sleep on. And you, maestro, a servant who’ll work her hardest, lest you fire her and she ends up in the streets again.”

Both you and Jungkook reluctantly glanced at each other. Truth be told, you didn’t prefer losing a hand to living with him, you just didn’t like him. Despite being a celebrity, he was a stranger. It just wouldn’t work.

But then, why were you holding your breath, hoping he’d accept?

“We shouldn’t have left Namjoon’s workshop. The marble is about to be delivered,” he said walking away. The air left your lungs in disappointment. It seemed you were to remain a stray cat. Jimin pressed his plump lips apologetically as he gave you enough coins to buy that bread, and you nodded, grateful all the same for his trying. You watched him rush to Jungkook’s side but when this one saw him, he turned around. “Hurry up, brat. If Taehyung gets that block of marble, I’ll not take you in.”

Since the first day, you could attest to Jeon Jungkook’s nature being as rough and uncouth as the rumours claimed, and after living alone with him for two months still believed gossip such as that he’d got the scar on his left cheek in a tavern fight—in which, if you’d chanced to be present, you would’ve rooted for the other individual.

It appeared it wasn’t just others Jungkook was harsh to. However rich his talent had turned him, he behaved like a poor man, consuming food and drink sparingly and out of necessity instead of pleasure, spending only the money required to live decently, sleeping little in order to work on commissions from dawn to midnight…

Why he chose to take little care of himselfwas a mystery to someone who previously had not been allowed a choice, even if putting work before all was in order to thwart Kim Taehyung’s plans of ruining his career, as he claimed. You doubted his rival was obsessed with him so, but had learned to agree with whatever Jungkook grumbled to avoid disputes. Most times.

Deep down, you had a feeling your boldness amused him. Who else dared get on his nerves?

“I think all you artists fluttering around the Pope are no more than slaves to money,” you let drop once while making his bed. Bam was sleeping peacefully under the window, while Jungkook leaning against the door’s frame behind you, offended to the core. He could help, you thought, or at least loosen my corset a little…

“I, a slave? I’ll be damned… There is an angel inside every block of marble, and I’ll have you know I carve to set it free.”

“Is it the angel that charges the Pope, then, master?” You could feel him barely restraining the urge to throw you out the window, smiled as you finished smoothing out the blankets.

“You missed a wrinkle there.”

Hands on your hips and frown on your brows, you examined the neatly arranged coverings of his bed. “Where?”

“On your face,” he muttered before making his leave.

Not his finest jibe, but the metaphor did stay with you. An angel inside the marble… It perhaps applied to Jungkook himself, though you’d never tell him.

One instance it came to mind was recently, when his assistants and apprentices were invited over for dinner.

Usually, he’d tell you which meals he liked and you’d ask at the marketplace which ingredients to buy, but now that about ten meals were to be cooked a list was needed. So there he sat on his desk in his study, inking said list as you waited in front of him, fiddling with the undershirt that peeked out of your dress’ sleeves. Given that your eyes were fixed on it, you only learned Jungkook was done when the sound of his quill scratching the paper ceased.

“Be back no later than dusk,” he ordered, “I bet there are still Germans and Spaniards lurking about.”

A year had passed since the Sack of Rome, but the mention of it sent a shiver of fear down your spine. Whatever the political reasons for it, you hated everyone involved, for Hell itself would’ve been a more beautiful sight to behold those nine months when the Tiber’s waters remained painted red…

You were lucky to make it through. Your family wasn’t.

“Yes, maestro.”

“Here,” he said handing you the paper, then picked another letter from a pile of correspondence he’d been going through before your arrival. Jungkook was about to snap its wax seal when he looked up to realise you hadn’t moved an inch. “Why are you here? Away with you!” He saw the reason in the way you avoided eye contact. “You can’t read, can you?” Met with a silence charged with embarrassment, he leaned back in his chair and sighed, “Give me the list.”

Getting hold of the quill again, Jungkook began… doodling?

You tilted your head but couldn’t see well what he was drawing until he finished and returned the list to you. Then, your lips parted. Each item on the list was illustrated next to its name: ten loaves of bread, a jug of wine, tortellini, four anchovies, two fennel soups…

“I’ll teach you to read when I have time. This will do for now.”

“You’d do that?” For me?

Jungkook ignored you, before he went back to reading his letters complimenting the good gesture with an irritated, “Hurry up.”

That night his co-workers arrived one by one, Jimin the first. The sight of him when you opened the door brightened up your mood.

Unlike a certain someone he was always sweet to you, genuinely interested to know how you fared even if you were just a servant. He claimed that mattered not to him, that you were both commoners and thus equals.

“Look at this place, it’s spotless! And you know I’m furtive, so I won’t get in your way,” you told Jimin as you escorted him through a hallway, bright from the torches hung on the walls that you’d lit up earlier.

He laughed, “I cannot make you my servant, Y/N, you’re maestro’s.”

“But he’s going to drive me mad… To tell you one of many examples, he often falls asleep in his clothes, and who but I is to take his boots off so they don’t get the sheets dirty? If the chalk on his fingers or the dust from the chiseling on his hair won’t already. Bam is far cleaner…”

Jungkook had a workshop he barely set foot in, preferred his team made use of it instead to not be bothered by their idiocy. His words. So it was in a chamber on the ground floor of this house he gave way to artistic insanity. In your book, that meant constant cleaning.

Jimin looked at you fondly. “Sounds nightmarish.”

“It truly is!”

As soon as the two of you entered the dining hall, Bam ran from Jungkook’s side by the fireplace to Jimin, who was as excited to see him.

“Good night, maes–”

“Do you think I’m deaf, ungrateful brat?” Jungkook interrupted him to bark at you. “Rome is full of people begging to get a piece of me, so if you don’t like it here, I’ll just get someone else!”

“You say that and yet keep me like a prisoner!”

“As if you don’t have it better here than anywhere you’ve burdened with your presence before!”

“There, there…” Jimin interjected to de-escalate, kneeling to better stroke Bam. “Maestro, I’ve seen your latest sketch of the Virgin and Child. She resembles Y/N.”

Both you and Jungkook failed to fight off the embarrassment, gazes unable to find a place to settle. Sitting down on the large table, he explained, “It was just one time… I had used Yoongi as a model, but the Madonna looked too masculine... and rather than going through the trouble of finding some girl and hiring her, I had Y/N pose for me… So what! Why bring it up out of nowhere…”

“Because maybe you just need a bit of distance from time to time. With permission, I too would have Y/N pose for m–”

“Absolutely not.”

“Now, why the hell not?” you groaned stamping your foot, startling poor Bam. Hope had been born inside you in a second and cruelly crushed in the next.

“Because I say so. And watch your tone with me.” As usual, the mutual glaring would trick anyone into thinking the next step would be murder. Jimin, who knelt there awkwardly, certainly thought so, at least until the bell rang. “Now go answer the door!”

What happened later, though, rendered the fury Jungkook had evoked in your heart nonexistent and instead seized the thing in a clasp of distress.

In the morning, he walked in when you were sweeping the kitchen. At once you forced the sobs to stop and turned around so he wouldn’t see you wipe your tears.

“It’s past nine, where’s breakfast?” he asked in shock that you hadn’t even started making it, the table there empty.

You swore under your breath before leaving the broomstick leaning against the nearest wall, flushed face kept out of Jungkook’s sight, then in a haste fetched a plate, a knife, and a leftover bread loaf. “Apologies, master, I forgot. I’ll be upstairs in a minute.”

Sniffling betrayed you, at which Jungkook frowned. “Are you crying?”

Great, the question just about especially designed to make one well up. Not trusting your voice anymore, you shook your head. Jungkook approached, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the task at hand, now cutting a few slices of the bread.

“Have you broken something?” You shook your head again, the suppressed sobs making your chin tremble. Jungkook took a deep breath before asking with a surprisingly soothing tone, “Then what’s wrong?”

“You won’t believe me.”

“Try me.”

Within an hour, he’d summoned a meeting consisting of all who’d attended dinner the previous night.

A seemingly calm Jungkook was sat at the head of the table, elbows sunk on it and fingers interlocked. You stood behind him, head still low out of shame. A tense silence had fallen in the chamber some time ago, and sick of it, Jimin shattered it.

“Have you anything to tell us, maestro?”

“I was waiting for Biagio to do so.”

The man was one of Jungkook’s favourite assistants who had worked with him for years, even longer than Jimin. And if it was possible for your position to be trickier, he belonged to some noble family.

“Me? But I’ve nothing to say, maestro.”

Jungkook leaned back in his chair. “My servant will, then. Y/N?”

Bastard. If you are going to fire me, why make me go through this?

“Last night, w-when I left this hall to go refill the wine jug… Messer Biagio followed me into the kitchen, and… h-he trapped me from behind, and started t-to touch me…” Your vision soon blurred, hence why you couldn’t see clearly how concerned Jimin was for you, or how Biagio jumped up in outrage. “I managed to push him away, and ran upst–”

“How dare you slander me, wench? Maestro, you do not believe this!”

“Do I not?”

“She’s lying! I caught her stealing sketches from your study, likely to sell them, so she’s trying to get rid of me!”

You almost scoffed. Only an idiot would choose the one occasion guests had come over and her absence would be noticed to carry out a theft.

Jungkook tilted his head. “I thought you had nothing to say. Why would you keep such a thing just now?”

Biagio gulped. “I deemed it best to mention it later, in private... You won’t believe a pickpocket before an old friend, will you?”

Silence returned, your breath still as you saw all the assistants and apprentices visibly take pity on him. The only one who didn’t was Jimin, but even on his face there was a hint of hesitation. Jungkook’s, you couldn’t see from behind, but after an eternity he stood up and walked over only to put a hand on the shoulder of Biagio, who smiled in relief.

A quiet sob broke through your lips, heart sinking. You’d needed Jungkook to believe you in this. Not because of the consequences his protection as your master could save you from, but because, like it or not… he was the closest thing to family you had.

It turned out he did believe you, judging by the punch landed on Biagio’s jaw out of nowhere. And the next one on his cheekbone, and on his nose. Before everyone around the table had barely stood up to stop Jungkook, he’d already thrown Biagio down and straddled him, pulling his doublet’s collar in a close, tight grip as he continued beating him up. Blood was drawn, but for once, you didn’t mind having to scrub it later.

Jungkook’s influence trumped a whole noble house’s, you learned in the course of the months Biagio tried his mightiest and failed most miserably to have him arrested. Perhaps because of the Pope sitting on his shoulder.

That he’d taken your side was still hard to believe, all he’d grumbled with a shrug when you thanked him while tending to his wounds from the fight being, “I’d been waiting for the chance. I always thought Biagio was a weasel.”

With the matter resolved, life returned to normal—well, whatever that meant in Jeon Jungkook’s household. Because calling for you at the top of his lungs like a madman was not normal. The first time he’d done it you’d raced downstairs, afraid something horrible had happened, only for him to have you close a window as it was getting chilly. Devil rot him. You rushed no longer after that, much to his complaints.

Today, he didn’t notice right away when you appeared under the cased opening, and good thing he didn’t, for he was polishing a bust with sandpaper… shirtless.

Product of hours carving stone into his desired shape or occasionally beating someone up, he could brag of having muscles, which the current task had covered in a layer of sweat and dust. The way they flexed with each movement had you compelled, wanting to reach out, feel if his skin was as hot as the blood pumping through your veins faster and faster. Then your gaze moved to the bust and whatever spell you were under broke.

Hardly an angel was that widowed noblewoman, whom you wished had stayed trapped inside a block of marble. Her name was Madonna Maddalena, and she’d come some weeks past to make a commission covered in pearls, gold, and boldness.

“My friends refused to accompany me today. You’re said to be… disagreeable, which I’m sure is untrue. However, all of them do want to know if you’re as fine-looking as is also rumoured, maestro” she told Jungkook within minutes of meeting him, still by the entrance!

Now you can tell them he’s not, you bit your tongue before it remarked, as this wasn’t Jimin but a patron not to be scared away by your bickering. It wouldn’t be true anyway. All your master lacked in manners, he made up for with looks… Which you’d never say out loud. You’d never say either that he looked even better when irked.

“I’ve heard many rumours about myself, most of them nonsense. My appearance was involved in none.”

She smiled seductively. “I suppose I’ll have to be the one to spread them.”

“The weather is pleasant today,” Jungkook changed the subject, flustered beneath the formal demeanour. “Shall we have wine in the garden?” You left to prepare it not before catching Maddalena raise her brow at you in disapproval. She must’ve been able to tell you thought she was a pompous cunt.

The beautiful flowers you cared for tried their best outside, but the air didn’t get any better.

Sat around a small table, Maddalena explained she wanted a bust of herself by his talented hand to decorate the main hall of her palazzo. You served them wine, not really listening until Jungkook started playing hard to get. The hundred times you’d told him it wasn’t a good tactic to make his labour out to be too prestigious had apparently fallen on deaf ears.

“Any other artist could carry this out, Madonna. I am working for the Pope these days…” he subtly scolded her, a mere mortal, for wasting his precious time. And he wondered why he had a reputation for being arrogant.

Maddalena put his thoughts into plain words, “So why should you stoop to taking commissions from an insignificant widow?”

“Correct,” you said under your breath, luckily heard by none from the background, where you stood holding a wine jug until the madonna raised her cup and you approached to refill it.

“It is then fortunate I’m to marry a nephew of the Pope’s.”

Swayed by her future influence, Jungkook smiled back. “So it is.”

“But not for another week. ‘Till then, I belong to no man.” The suggestion in her tone almost drove you to spill wine all over her. No, better yet: order Bam to sic on her. He’d do it.

Just, who did this woman think she was? And why did Jungkook not kick her out right afterwards? It made you wonder whether he’d enjoyed the flirtation. Whether he would’ve been the one to take things further had his inconvenient servant not been present. It was common for men to have affairs and lovers, but it didn’t sit well with you that Jungkook might. Not that you ever imagined him doing any of that, for goodness’ sake–

“What took you so long?”

Jungkook’s voice brought you back to the present, under the cased opening.

“I was lazing about, as always,” you quoted his favourite false reprimand, making him roll his eyes, your own dropping to the floor when he walked closer.

“In that case, prepare a bath for me.”

“Yes, master.”

You sighed at all the work ahead. That being a servant was worlds better than living in the streets didn’t mean you looked forward to collecting gallons of water from a well, carrying them back, heating them, transferring them to a tub, then washing Jungkook—because you did wash him.

Biagio had hurt his left shoulder bad and ever since, he’d needed assistance in certain activities. Curious how he could otherwise chisel a goddamned bust without problem.

Jungkook’s full nudity only made you blush if you stopped scrubbing, so knelt with tucked up sleeves before the wooden tub he was reclined on, scrubbing away the dirt on his skin with lavender-scented soap you were. Maybe all the stupid feelings you’d been suffering lately stemmed from there…

Head resting on the edge, he was exhausted from the long day of work, taking your rubbing as a relaxing massage. You, however, couldn’t ignore the stinging guilt, what with the scar on his shoulder right in front of your face. He probably felt your breathing on it.

“I’m sorry you got hurt…”

Jungkook fought heavy lids only to see you avoid him. Allowing yourself to be vulnerable in front of him was embarrassing, as when he’d caught you crying, but he didn’t take advantage of the fact to humiliate you. Jungkook may be an ogre, but he wasn’t cruel.

“I’ve received worse for less,” he assured you in a calm, low voice. It sounded soothing to your ears.

“That, I don’t doubt,” you scoffed, glancing at his other scar on the cheek. “Did you also get that one in defence of some lady?”

“You’re nowhere close to a lady.” It could be done, you mused. Drowning him. “This was courtesy of my brother.”

“You have a brother?” It dawned on you how little you knew of him. Surely, most had heard it all about the divine Jeon Jungkook, but you’d never cared enough to learn past the shell of gossip, even after months of living with him. In fairness, he’d never asked about you either. You preferred it that way.

“Brothers,” he corrected you. “The one who did this to me was a wayward fool. Had to teach him a lesson.”

“Looks like he taught one to you.”

“I left with a scratch, he with a limp.” The conception of two brothers hurting each other so harshly widened your eyes for a second, and Jungkook noticed, for he added, “He was whoring around, wasting the money I worked hard to send, bullying our other brothers as well.”

Much made sense about Jungkook all of a sudden. Not his personality, that was incomprehensible. But why he killed himself to earn money and yet barely spent it… He had a family to provide for. Once again, you were reminded of his metaphor. Could an angel be in there?

Carrying on washing Jungkook, you dragged the sponge over to his neck. Then his collarbones, his chest, his abs just peaking above the water... They did look like a sculpture’s, especially wet and soaped, reminiscent of polished marble when the light of the torches reflected on them. Swallowing hard, the back of your fingers gingerly graced Jungkook’s muscles, both soft and firm. Slippery. Whatever possessed you to keep feeling them, you lacked the will to expel from your body, and so without realising your grip on the sponge loosened until it fell to float away, fingertips now free to roam over his abs.

You were slowly trailing downwards, past the water’s surface, when your wrist was seized and held in the air in a warning manner, the startle almost making you scream.

Sat upright, Jungkook was glaring at you so fiercely you feared for your life. But he didn’t say anything and instead just breathed hard, jaw clenched… almost as if he was holding back. Your rising heartbeat was deafening in the silence waiting for something to happen, anything, but what did wasn’t what a side of you anticipated with excitement.

Jungkook just let go of your wrist and returned to his previous position, and you got hold of the sponge and finished washing him, albeit holding your breath the entire time.

Days later, you came dangerously close to being fired.

The Pope had summoned Jungkook—something about a portrait commission—and you were to carry his bag filled with sketches for him due to his shoulder injury. As you navigated the ever-busy streets of Rome with him, the cold autumn breeze made you regret not putting on an overgown. The cioppa you’d bought with your own salary and not stolen. It brought a smile to your lips that faded at the realisation your mother would’ve reminded you to put it on before going out.

The sorrow pestering you turned to confusion when Jungkook stopped walking and tsked, telling you loud enough to be heard by all, “Look at him, the chief of police, with such an assemblage.”

A well-dressed man and what appeared to be his entourage walked in your direction, halting near enough. You didn’t have to ask to know this was his rival, the renowned painter Kim Taehyung.

“Whereas you, like an executioner, walk alone,” he mocked Jungkook, then noticed you standing behind him like a timid child. “Not completely, my mistake. Maestro, where in your barren soil did you plant such a flower?” He walked over to you, intentionally bumping Jungkook’s wounded shoulder as he passed, causing him to grunt lowly. From up close one was bound to marvel at how handsome Taehyung was, but you didn’t need proximity to tell he was a prick. Miles away, you would’ve known. “Why don’t you come work for me, flower? I’ll make you my muse.”

Jungkook scoffed again, “What, for your horseshit paintings? She’d be a fool to.”

Taehyung turned around to face him, feigning confusion with a smile. “But, maestro, how could they be so if you were once heard saying that all I have in art, I got from you?”

"You naturally have to resort to plagiarising my master’s genius if all you do is horseshit,” you countered, earning surprised looks from every man present, some laughs too, you were proud to say. Jungkook was certainly smirking. Taehyung opened his mouth, but you walked past him uninterested before a response came out of it.

“Good girl,” Jungkook laughed while leaving the crime scene, and for some reason your cheeks burned hot.

The incident happened once inside the Vatican.

Its grandiose corridors alone made you feel small, too unimportant to walk them, whereas Jungkook did so with determination, knowing he belonged at the top of the world. What with your tempestuous relationship, it was easy to forget he was famous throughout Europe. His feet would still never be kissed by you. Someone had to humble the man, right?

At some point the two of you arrived at a door flanked by guards, and averse, you grabbed the sleeve of Jungkook’s doublet.

“Do I have to go in?”

“Too good for the Pope, are you?” He shook you off. “Come on.”

“Damn you…” you muttered.

“What did you just say to me?”

“After you, master.”

Telling himself he’d be late if he scolded you, Jungkook turned and nodded at the guards, who opened the door of a chamber whose walls were frescoed with angels and saints, likely by Taehyung, giving off the impression one was in Heaven. When you saw him sat on a golden chair, old and grey, enjoying the tune of a lute player, you felt as though you’d just entered Hell.

The audience lasted for ever. While you stood by the door, Jungkook showed the Pope some sketches of the portrait for him to choose his favourite and then they talked and talked of politics. All you could do was fix your gaze somewhere on the floor and sigh.

“Yes, Your Holiness, this is the servant I mentioned…” A frown proceeded your looking up to see Jungkook somewhat embarrassed, scratching his nose as if to hide his face. He talked of you to others? Doubtless to complain…

With a sweet voice as if he was talking to a little girl, the Pope asked you, “What is your name?”

“None of your business, Your Holiness.”

The musician’s tune ceased abruptly, allowing Jungkook’s faint gasp to be heard. Then fell a short silence spent by the Pope blinking, taken aback. “I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me.”

Jungkook was quick to fake a laugh, though sweat formed at his temples. “A jest! She meant no offence, Your Holiness, but to make you laugh.”

You held the Pope’s glare in defiance, indifferent to the fact he was the most powerful man in the whole of Christendom.

By some miracle, he let it go, and you left that chamber minutes later with your head as yet attached to your body. Your arm wouldn’t be for much longer, though, given Jungkook was forcibly dragging you all the way out to the streets, pushing you into the first alley he saw.

“Are you out of your mind?!” he shouted, towering over you menacingly. Unlike the day you’d met, you weren’t scared, rather furious as him as you stood your ground. “That was the Pope, you fool!”

“So?”

Jungkook was in utter disbelief. “He could’ve ordered your execution– mine too!”

“Well, nothing happened!”

“Nothing?! I’m sure to fall out of favour!” He paced around, anxiety quickening his breath. “Years of pouring my soul into my craft, of grovelling before the right people, all thrown away! Good God, your attitude may cost me everything…”

“And what about me?! Everything lost to me does not matter?!”

Jungkook stopped to frown. “What the hell are you talking about?”

It was now you who walked up to him. “I didn’t have a job, or a reputation, or admirers. I had only a family, and I never wished for anything else! That monster you work for took them from me. When the foreigners’ armies came and everyone rushed to Castel Sant’Angelo, he gave the order to close the gates as soon as he was safe behind them! You must have been there with him, weren’t you? Well, we weren’t. We were left outside to be slaughtered. And I wish I had been, like my parents, so I didn’t have to suffer the likes of you any longer!”

Tears were streaming down your face by the end, Jungkook just staring back at you. It didn’t surprise him that your parents were dead or that they’d been killed during the Sack, but that it was so deep a wound left festering in your heart that you didn’t mind being put out of misery. He surmised your disrespectful behaviour towards him was also fruit of your pain, especially if you deemed him an ally of the one who caused it.

“The few things I own… They’re wasted on me. Throw them away or give them to your next servant,” you sobbed, taking for granted you were fired. Anyone with half a brain would indeed have you dismissed, and part of you knew it was bound to happen, that you would go back to breaking in fucking churches to spend the night.

So you turned around into the main street, set on wandering until your legs became too sore not to collapse. With any luck, a carriage would run over you. But warmth then surrounded your hand, and you looked down to see Jungkook’s holding it tight enough to force you to halt. Though still mad, a hint of compassion sparkled in his eyes.

“Let’s… Let us just go home.”

Home. His house had felt so for a while now, truth be told. Himself too.

After that, you non-verbally agreed on a ceasefire—avoiding quarrels, that is, which was quite the task for both.

Such as now that Jungkook had you inking down a letter in his name. First of all, did you look like a scribe? If you’d known in advance the lazy arse would teach you to read and write for this, you’d have chosen to remain illiterate. And second, this was your short break before making dinner, intended to be spent playing with Bam. The poor thing was also in the study, at least being stroked by his owner, who was sat beside you on the desk.

“… I send you my regards, may God keep you from all harm. Jeon Jungkook in Rome,” he finally finished dictating, and you recording. “Give it to me, I’ll seal it.”

He was melting the wax with which to do so when the bell rang, to his surprise. Sighing, you stood up and went to open the door to whom turned out to be Jimin. The sight of him brightened you up, and yours stretched his lips into a smile.

“Evening, Y/N.”

“Good evening! I didn’t know the master was expecting you.”

“He isn’t…” You welcomed him in, brows joining at how he continuously chewed on his aforementioned lip and breathed deep through his nose as he followed you. Had something happened…? A decision to eavesdrop was made en route to the study.

Though Jimin requested for you to stay once there, and nothing could have prepared you for the reason why.

“This actually concerns Y/N…” You and Jungkook exchanged confused looks, him leaning against the desk and crossing arms as though he didn’t like the sound of that. Jimin fixed his already perfect clothes before addressing him, “I’ve come to ask for her hand in marriage.” Your jaw dropped. “I know it’s sudden at the lack of previous courtship, but I thought I should ask for your permission before engaging in it, maestro. She’s a lovely girl… and I think she’d be happy as my wife. Worry not, I won’t ask for a dowry or for her to stop working… Although on second thought, fewer hours of service would be ideal.”

This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be happening.

Jungkook must be thinking the same, for he squinted to ask, “Are you drunk?”

“N-No, of course not.”

“Are you sure? You want to marry a servant with little to her name.” He had a point, so you weren’t offended. If politics weren’t the reason for a union, did this mean… Jimin had feelings for you?

“Maestro, you say it as if I were a lord,” he chuckled. “I don’t care about Y/N’s possessions, I’ll provide for her anyway. I’ve… always been fond of her. And I dare say she shares the sentiment.”

Betrayal hid safely behind a look that asked if there was any truth to that. Obviously not! There was no romance in your own fondness for Jimin. If anything, you had thought he saw you as a younger sister to look after, therefore as a protective older brother you saw him. But so shocked were you still that no words managed to come out, and Jungkook’s gaze shifted back to Jimin.

“I’ll think about it. You may go.”

A curt tone was the norm for Jungkook, it was not being granted his blessing that disappointed Jimin. He knew for a fact he was an honourable man, so why wouldn't he entrust you to him?

“Quite well… I’ll show myself out.” he uttered, before making his leave failing to hide his low spirit by giving you one last shy smile you hadn’t the heart to return.

An awkward silence filled the air that even Bam daren’t break. Only once the front door was heard shutting did you walk closer to Jungkook.

“You won’t agree to this, will you?”

“Why shouldn’t I? I have to get rid of you at some point.”

“Rid of me? Like I’m a burden?” you asked, voice rising. How a servant could be so was unknown to you until, like wooden ship toys did when you’d submerge them in a bucket of water as a child, certain guesses surfaced in your thoughts. Trying to pickpocket him, the constant clashing, Biagio, that bath, the Pope… Yes, you may perhaps be described as a burden. But you didn’t want to leave. With a calmer tone, you pleaded, “I’ll behave from now on. I won’t cause any more trouble, I swear.”

Jungkook didn’t deign to look your way as he left, followed by Bam. “You have to marry at some point, Y/N. Otherwise people will gossip.”

Since when did he care about what people said of him? And why should you?

Winter having dropped its anchor, nightfall arrived early. Not early enough, you brooded as you cooked dinner, longing for the day to end once and for all. With any hope, all of this was a nightmare and upon waking up in the morning life would go back to normal. You didn’t even know why you wanted to stay with Jungkook, as the occasions in which you’d begged Jimin to employ you to leave this house were countless. The only certain thing was that you were upset.

Later, after washing all plates and cups, you began to put off all torches lighting the house, finding out in the hall that Jungkook hadn’t moved from the seat he’d dined in. You considered carrying on with your job and leaving him in the dark, but he wouldn’t find it as funny. Instead, you stood before him.

“Will that be all, master?”

The coldness in your expression made him sigh, “Y/N–”

“I shall retire, then.” You turned to leave but were made to stop in your tracks.

“It’s an advantageous proposal for you,” he lectured to whom he must believe an idiot. “Jimin works for me, he’s wealthy. A better match than you could ever aspire to. And he asks for no dowry because he doesn’t want money, he wants you…” His words were tainted with resentment. “He’ll take good care of you.”

Skirt of your dress swirling along, you faked a smile. “If you think so, master, then it must be so.”

He shook his head as he leaned back in defeat. “Suit yourself, but I won’t be the one to reject Jimin. You crush his heart.”

A laugh escaped you. “If you genuinely cared about him, you wouldn’t let him marry a woman in love with–” Oh no. It only hit you as you were saying it.

Jungkook had appeared annoyed, but now he was mad. “Who?” He stood up abruptly—chair’s feet scratching against the floor making you wince—and walked so close you were backed against the wall, face forced to turn to a side. In a low, deep voice, he repeated, less as a question and more as an order this time, “Who.”

There was no way in the nine circles of Hell you’d say it, when you didn’t want to believe it in the first place. For fuck’s sake, why? Jungkook only ever made you want to get away from him. That was the case right now, but then… why were your feet frozen?

Some unreasonable part of you seemed to have prevailed upon the others, casting away all resistance from your body and allowing yourself to indulge in Jungkook’s proximity. You met his eyes without fear, held his dark gaze. It didn’t take him long to work it out, yet he kept close, so close your unsteady breaths mingled, the effect akin to intoxication. He was visibly trying to hold back, telling himself it’d be a bad idea, but you prayed he wouldn’t care.

By God or the Devil, your prayers were heard.

Jungkook finally smashed his lips into yours, devouring them with a hunger you shared and felt growing as he gripped your waist to press you against him. A minute ago, you wouldn’t have imagined his tongue belonged inside your mouth, swirling around your own, and now you wanted it all over your body. As if reading your mind, Jungkook broke the ardent kiss to move down to your neck, which he licked painfully slowly before sucking hard, making you hiss with pleasure. He knew that would leave a mark, the bastard. You wondered if it was meant for Jimin, so he’d see you were Jungkook’s, and in such case you didn’t mind, let your eyelids close to enjoy it.

Steered by the lust possessing you, one hand grabbed his soft hair in a fistful, keeping his head in place where he was sweetly abusing your neck, while the other travelled southwards until it reached his crotch and held it over the trousers, feeling his cock stiffen. Jungkook groaned—a vibration to your skin—in retaliation lifting your skirt. You’d thought he'd take his time, tease you, but after ensuring you were wet enough by gliding his middle finger along your core, he slid it inside and began making beckoning motions.

“Master…” you moaned, legs shaking. Jungkook forsook your neck to pull back, watch how you struggled to keep it together as he added another finger, curling and uncurling them both, hitting all the right places, and unwilling to give him that satisfaction without consequences you groped his erection with the same vigour. Although he was in good control of his expression, his breath quivered against your lips, so he kissed them again, biting hard into your lower one.

He exhaled, “You’re driving me to sin…”

Indeed, the same fingers that held the brushes when he painted religious artwork were buried deep inside your cunt, bringing you the most sinful ecstasy. It made you chuckle. Jungkook took that as the mockery it was and, crossed, pulled his fingers out of you to drag you by the arm to the edge of the table, where he had you sit. Without delay he lifted your skirt again, only this time he also pulled down his trousers to reveal his cock, thick and throbbing, which he pumped as he watched you spread your legs eagerly, ready to take all of him.

With his free hand Jungkook cupped your cheek, thumb caressing your lower lip, coated with saliva and reddened still from when he’d bit it. He could sense your desire, that you craved him inside, had for a while. Desperately. And however much tempted he was to make you beg for it, his own arousal led his cock to your entrance and eased it inside already, another groan hitting the back of his bared teeth. You didn’t have time to gasp, his thrusts so quick they earned only moans, so wonderful did it feel.

Jungkook’s hand on your cheek then wrapped around your neck. “Do you know how often I’ve fantasised strangling you?”

You chuckled again as you slapped him across the face. Jungkook halted his movements in shock, glared at you. “And I slapping you?”

It took him a moment, but he scoffed and pushed you back so that you were lying down, climbing next atop you, confident that the wooden table was sturdy enough to hold both. So legs hooked around his torso and arms around his neck, you welcomed his thrusts, rough enough to make your eyes water. But it felt heavenly, how he ravished you... The mutual irritation and tension building up for over half a year translated into indescribable pleasure.

He kissed you again, flicking his tongue against yours as he pounded into you without mercy. Overwhelmed by the sensation, all you could do to express you were nearing your limit was sink your nails into Jungkook’s biceps at each side of you, moan inside his mouth. He took the hint and fucked you as fast as his body would allow, within mere seconds your walls clenching tight around him. The sight of you collapsing under him, overcome with bliss, made him reach his own highest shortly, spurting his warm seed inside you.

As his movements gradually ceased, so did your panting. Before a complete silence fell, you asked, “Am I still to marry Jimin?”

Jungkook grabbed your face and growled against your pouted lips, “You’re not going anywhere.”

♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟐: 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝟐𝐇𝐨 ♡

New Member

【Synopsis】 : You're the newest member to join one of the most famous rock bands. And luckily for you they are all hot...and fuckable.

『Word count』 : 1.01k

-> Genre: Rockstar au. Smut. Poly au

Paring: LeadSinger!Jongho x Bassist!Reader x Guitarist!Yunho

[Warnings] : Fingering. Spanking. Anal. Unprotected sex. Coming inside. Squirting. Biting. Neck kisses. Dirty talk. Pet names and nicknames.

Note : I cracked and wrote this within 30 minutes at 1 am, instead of writing this after I've slept....

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The crowd rawred, cheering for an encore. For more. But the lead singer was not worrying about his fans no, no. All he wanted was to see his new bass player get fucked by his lead guitarist. When you first joined the band, He instantly had his eye on you. You were not just a pretty face but extremely talented. Your fingers strumbed the bass like no other and he knew you’d fit in right away. The first time one of the members of the group tried anything on you was when San wouldn’t stop flirting and saying he could give you a life you wouldn’t forget but you brushed him off saying he wasn’t your type and he wouldn’t know a thing about you and your needs. He complained saying you were hard to get but in truth, you only had eyes for a certain someone. Or in this case someones.

Jongho, the lead singer, and Yunho, the rock group's lead guitarist and lyricist. They both screamed sex appeal to you and your thighs seemingly were always squeezed shut whenever they were around. Tonight was a particularly long and drawn-out stage event. Making everyone hot, sweaty and most definitely bothered. Your heart was racing when you left the stage feeling the crowd's energy boost your endorphins. Your mind was racing and your breath was shallow and all you could think about was sinking your teeth into Jongho or Yunho's lips. And in this case both. 

“Fuck Jongho!!” You cried out while Jongho bit down hard on your bare collarbone. Having your shirt ripped off long ago when he and Yunho had pulled you into the nearest change room. Yunho had made it so that no one disturbed you but knowing people and by people, he means his manager would be wanting him and the others to do another set. But this stage was the first time releasing a new song and you had to flaunt yourself on stage successfully turning on both men. Yunho stood behind you, slapping your ass while he fingered your asshole roughly. Jongho had three fingers knuckles deep inside your soaked cunt, while his tongue lapped your shoulder where he had bit you. Yunho kept his abuse on your ass adding another finger in for good measure. Your body felt like it was on fire needing them both to hurry up before someone interrupts. ”Just fuck me already I’m ready enough.”

Yunho had to laugh at your whining words. You sounded so vulnerable compared to the strong boss you portray to others. But in the end, you were their baby, needing to be fucked hard, fast and rough. “Come on Jong let's give our girl what she wants.”

Yunho picked up one of your legs, pulling his fingers out of your ass before chuckling darkly against your ear. “I couldn’t agree more Yunnie.” The way they called you their girl and how they gave one another sweet nicknames sent your body reeling. You never wanted this moment to end, wanting nothing more than to explore both their bodies, let them have their way with you while you sucked them off and you rode them for hours. But you knew if they didn’t hurry you wouldn’t be able to get to cum... So you bit your lip waiting your them to push inside you. “Take a deep breath for us Doll.”

You did as asked, trying to calm your nerves as Jongho held your other thigh successfully lifting you in the air. Your hands found perch on His biceps, digging your face into his broad shoulders. You could feel their cocks against both your holes and it made you whine in need. Yunho cooed saying everything was going to be okay and it ‘be a good girl, Dollface’. and then you felt them both slowly enter you in one quick motion. You screamed. Screamed so loud that the whole staff team would have heard you and the rest of the group. Yunho's and Jongho's ego boosted a little thinking about that. Knowing the others would be mad they got to fuck the new girl. But none of them would be able to touch you now. You belonged to Jongho and Yunho now and they were going to enjoy fucking you every day, in every city they travel to.

“FUck! Jongiee, Yuyu! God fuck.” you lost your mind, never feeling so full until now. Your body was shaking, reeling against both large men. Your mind was hazed and the weed you all took earlier was probably not helping. But none of you cared, only caring about the fact of how good they both felt inside you. Both men could feel each other as they thrust, only a thin wall separating them. Your ass was so tight squeezing Yunho deliciously while your soaked pussy walls were so warm it made Jongho want to bust a nut there and then. But he waited. Both of them needing to feel you come first before either of them.

“Come on sugar. I wanna feel you come. Just let us feel you squeeze around us. Your cunt is so fucking tight. I could fuck it forever.” Jongho's dirty mouth pours out lewd words into your ear making you tip over the edge coming undone, squirting all over his cock, dripping onto the floor. Someone of your juices spilling onto Jongho’s and Yunho's legs making them both groan out. They continued to fuck you until Yunho emptied his hot load into your ass while Jongho pumped himself dry deep in your puffy cunt. You were filled to the brim with their seeds and you couldn’t ask for anything better.

“Come on doll, let’s get you dressed. We got a crowd of fans waiting for us.” Yunho's words made you shiver at the sheer fact of going on stage while dripping with their cum. Possessive fucks.

- ♥︎

Roadkill°{Rated X} Drabble ->Series

Criminal! Woosan x Victim! Chubby Reader

Strong Language, Sexual themed , mentions of prostitution, Alcohol, and pissed off San yummy 😋

"I said take a left, dumbass!!!"

It is often mentioned that nobody can bear the burden of a guilty conscience. However, have you ever considered what happens when someone or a group of people shamelessly disregard feelings of regret, remorse, and the basic principles of humanity?

Instead, they prioritize their own selfish desires for greed, wealth, and personal gratification, even if it means hurting others.

"ITS HARD TO FUCKIN HEAR OVER THESE SIRENS"

The individuals are the Korean bonnie & clyde; Jung Woo-young; the man driving the getaway van and Choi San the man poorly reading directions. Not much is known about these menances besides them being nothing but a handful of trouble.

Cutting through a rural region facilitated the pair's escape. The guys puffed, drawing in as much breath as possible before bursting into nervous laughter between the duo.

“Oh, sh*t, that was close. Lucky us, huh?" remarked Wooyoung.

San sat in despair and rolled his eyes, saying, "Drive the fucking car.." He had had enough of his beloved for the day.

.....

The stillness between the lovers was uncomfortable following today's somewhat botched theft. San was the one who broke the stillness. "I'll be back," he said casually over his shoulder as he crossed over the motel entrance. Wooyoung huffed, hot on San's trail. "Where are you going?" he inquired, without shoes in the crisp autumn air.

"For a walk." San said, plainly

Instead of confronting San's emotions based on his actions, Wooyoung answered, "Okay." Wooyoung steps furiously into the van before speeding away into the night..l

San didn't bother giving him a moment's glimpse.

What the hell is this place?! Wooyoung was driving through this dump of a town, venting his frustration. He was cruising down the deserted streets when he stumbled upon a crappy gas station. "Just in time," he muttered to himself as he pulled up to the pump. But of course, the tank was empty. "Fuck!" Wooyoung screamed as he punched the steering wheel in anger.

....

In the depths of despair, San painfully acknowledged the vast gap of time without his foolish lover. Anxiety consumed him as futile calls left him restless. Where could that ass be?

By the roadside, the van sat motionless, as if devoid of any purpose. Within its confines, a wooyoung, heavily intoxicated, slumped over carelessly, encircled by a sea of discarded beer bottles. His supposedly peaceful slumber was abruptly shattered by the obnoxious blaring of his cell phone...again

Wooyoung bellowed furiously through the speaker. "Ugh, What..what- Ah! Shit!.... Quit goddamn yelling in my fucking ear!.. ... How the fuck am I supposed to know where the hell I am?! I just woke the fuck up!.....wah! I'm not some damn drunk-asshole! You've been a colossal asswipe all day.. I fucking saved your sorry ass and all you gave a shit about is the dead bitch on the pavement...... He. would have..fucking killed you!... You dumbass."

San's mind was filled with a disturbing idea - were they heartless murderers or courageous outlaws? The reality was horrifying. They were criminals, but taking a life was an entirely new level of wickedness. However, San couldn't ignore the fact that they were not entirely innocent either. The truth was staggering and left San in a state of shock.

During their incarceration, whispers circulated about his involvement in sinister dealings that involved the disappearance of both guards and fellow inmates. But he was not acting alone, driven by a primal instinct to survive.

However, Wooyoung was a different breed altogether. His thirst for blood was almost demonic, a rush of adrenaline that coursed through his veins like a sweet poison.

He reveled in it, relishing the taste of fear and the power it gave him. It was as if he had made a deal with the devil himself, and now he was paying the price in flesh and bone.

San's point was clear: Wooyoung possessed the power to decide the fate of that man, whether to merciless slaughter him or spare his wretched existence.

The man, feeble and defenseless, posed no immediate danger. Yet, in a twisted display of sadistic pleasure, Wooyoung coldly pressed the barrel of his gun against the man's vulnerable skull, relishing in the anticipation of the impending explosion. And then, with a resounding bang, the man's life was abruptly extinguished, his blood mingling with the already crimson-stained surroundings.

In a state of intoxication, Wooyoung seized control of the wheel.

Tragically, lost in his drunken haze, he dared to shut his eyes for what seemed like a mere moment. Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced through the air, jolting him awake... Shit. He hastily pulled over, compelled to investigate, only to be confronted with a shocking sight - a lifeless woman sprawled before him.

He gnashed his teeth, the very last thing he wanted was the hassle of concealing a dead body. Wooyoung's gaze crept up your limbs until it met your face...Shit, she's bleeding a bit but she'll live...I must have scared her out of her wits and she passed out. The longer Wooyoung stared, the more he discerned your profession.

At first, The school girl uniform puzzled him but there's no way in hell, Parents would allow their daughter out the door the way your dressed.

He audaciously dropped to his knees in the grass beside your form, your name tag proudly displaying "Yn" with a heart-shaped flourish. "Bunny Lounge..." he uttered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're nothing but a filthy prostitute." A humorless chuckle escaped his lips as he continued, "My dear, you are far too beautiful to be a whor-"

His intentions abruptly shifted towards your forsaken purse, mere inches away from your body. A wicked smirk danced upon his lips as he scoffed, relishing in the sinister thrill of his impending actions.

"Just hold on a minute, Sweetheart," He sneered.

With a savage force, Wooyoung tore through the contents of your purse, his hands ravaging through the remnants of your personal belongings. And then, amidst the chaos, he stumbled upon a collection of cherished family photographs, capturing the essence of your existence alongside your innocent baby twin sons.

The realization struck him like a bolt of lightning, electrifying his twisted mind. "You... you're a mother..."

A wave of sorrow washed over him as memories from his troubled childhood resurfaced. He was raised by a single mother who tirelessly struggled to provide for him, doing whatever it took to ensure there was food on the table.

He sensually pressed his ear against your heaving bosom, captivated by the rhythmic melody of your steady heartbeat... Wooyoung wasn't the cuddlyist person in the world but he found instant relief being against your skin.

San was teetering on the edge of madness, his mind consumed by fury, when his spouse burst through the door, guzzling down yet another bottle of the delectable soju. "Daddy's finally graced us with his presence," San sneered.

Woo-young's freakin' good-looking mug was all shiny, like he'd been doused in oil or somethin'. "Sannie-ah!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" San exploded, launching himself at Wooyoung and forcefully slamming him against the door. "It's fucking 3am. Where the hell were you?"

"I... I killed an angel," Wooyoung whispered, a sinister giggle escaping his lips as he leaned in close to San's ear. "She's so soft n' sweet...like you." His tongue grazed San's stud earrings. "So I had to keep her-..I had no choice.."

San brushed off Wooyoung's words, tossing him aside like a rag doll as he stormed out of the motel room. But as he took a few steps away, doubt began to creep into his mind. Could it be possible that his drunken lover was actually telling the truth?

As he crept towards the van's rear, his heart pounded with fear. San's hands trembled as he reached for the cold metal handles of the doors. With a deep breath, he pulled them open, and his breath caught in his throat. In the center of the mattress lay a woman.No angel. your dirty body was bound and gagged, your blouse ripped open to reveal a lacy bra. The sight was enough to make San's blood run cold. He knew he had stumbled upon something truly terrifying.

San held his breath slamming the doors shut before rushing to confront the murderer. Wooyoung flinched at the sound of the door. " You look pissed." He chuckled. "Did you see my piece of heaven? Beautiful. Right?!"

Meanwhile, in the cold. As you slowly regained awareness, your foot landed on a glass bottle, knocking it against others. Bringing you up to speed on the issue.

Your heart races as you feel the panic set in. The pressure is crushing you, and you can't even sit up because of the damn rope tying you down. You look around frantically, trying to make sense of your surroundings. Are you outside? In a shed? No, it's a van. Your mind races as you try to figure out how to escape this nightmare.

"You're nothing but a filthy prostitute." A man's voice was the last thing you heard before you fully lost consciousness.

As your captors' voices grew louder, the chilling realization hit you like a ton of bricks - would you ever lay eyes on your beloved boys again? Tears threatened to spill, but you had no time for weakness.

Upon opening the doors, The men found you conscious and confused you stared at them as if their aliens. "Oh shit, She's alive." Wooyoung slurred, "See, Sannie, you hit me for nothing." He happily crawled into the van climbing up your body as you struggled. "Easy, mommy, you don't want to hurt your-"

San aggressively punished his lover upside the head. "Ya! The fuck is wrong with you?! This isn't us." He snatched his lover against the wall of the van with a Slam.

Wooyoung groaned, enjoying the feeling of being manhandled. " We're criminals, Dickhead, bad stuff is what we done." He couldn't take his eyes off your exposed legs. "We should reap the benefits. Don't you think, Sannie?"

San snatched Wooyoung's jaw forcing him to look at him. "There's a fine line between Criminals and monsters and that " He uses his head to movement towards your shaken figure. "Is going overboard!"

San had clearly had enough for the night, but Wooyoung wasn't going to let him get away with it. In a drunken rage, he snapped back, defending himself with all the aggression he could muster.

"Sleep in the damn van!" San barked at Wooyoung, not bothering to look back. "Fucking animal " He hoisted himself onto the bed, forcefully wrapping the rope that restrained your wrists around his neck, and effortlessly lifted you up.

As you observed the furious Wooyoung venting his frustration on the van, you instinctively leaned closer to San, finding some solace in his comforting presence.

..to be continued ♡

OUTLAW (27)

ATEEZ poly!ot8 x Reader

Cowboy AU / Wild West

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Warning: This chapter deals with arguments with parents about lifestyle. There is also a panic attack. Viewer discretion is advised.

A/N BETA READ (@mariana-mmtz). Thank you for all the birthday wishes and the comments. I love them so much! They always make my day.

The following day was a nice one. In a sense that not only was the weather perfect but also because Yunho had come to tell everyone that they would be able to head back to Cromer. They weren’t going to be able to stay in the same camp, however they would be much closer to civilization.

“I missed so many things that came with being so close to towns.” Wooyoung grinned, coming to a stand with his hands on his hips. “Like actual good food.”

They had been setting up the camp once more–taking care of the horses as well as unpacking the wagon. 

“We still can't go into town.” Hongjoong sighed. “We have to avoid the hotel for now.” He gave you a regretful look, which you nodded to.

“I think you can pass for normal citizens.” You explained to him. 

His eyebrows quickly pinched together, looking at you oddly. “How?” He questioned. 

“I don't know if you've noticed, but the way you dress makes it painfully obvious who you are.” You pursed your lips. 

Mingi stood up straight, looking down at you with a deep frown on his face. Your lips trembled from how kicked down he looked. “What's wrong with how I dress?” He smothered down the leather vest.

“Nothing, Mings.” You cooed. “You look amazing.” His smile returned, but you continued anyway. “However, it does draw attention because of how the artists drew you. I'll find clothing for you both to blend in. I'm sure they won't notice.”

Hongjoong took a moment to think it over, before nodding his head. “We'll give it a try.”

“Let's head back to the hotel.” Yunho spoke up, placing a hand on your lower back. 

You gave the boys smiles and hugs goodbye. Wooyoung took the moment to swing you around with a giggle. You laughed and when he put you down he told you everything was going to be okay followed by a kiss to your head.

The others gave you the same treatment. Telling you not to worry too much, but all it seemed to do was remind you of your parents. As you rode behind Yunho, he felt you sigh against his back and lean your head forward. 

“ Hey, are you okay, Angel?” Yunho asked you from over his shoulder.

“I left the house without telling my parents where I was. I'm sure they are beyond angry.” You sighed. 

“Or worried. Maybe they'll be scared.” The tall man tried to console you.

“Either way, I left them without a word.” You saw your house come into view, only causing a large bout of anxiety to enter your chest. 

Yunho helped you down the horse, dropping you off near the entrance of the fencing. “We won’t be far. Not until we know you’ll be fine.” Yunho told you. 

You glanced back at the others, nodding your head in thanks. As you turned to look at your home, tears began to well in your eyes as you thought about how everything was about to go down. Taking a deep breath, you climbed up the stairs, heading to the front door. 

You found your mother cleaning up the dining room, her body sluggish. Her hands were trembling as she tried her best to keep from having plates fall. When your feet scuffed against the floorboards, she looked up a bit startled. 

When she saw you in the dining room entrance, all the plates she tried her best to not drop shattered onto the floor. “(Y/N)!? Oh, my baby.” She screamed, running towards you.

You flinched as she brought you into a strong hug, the water finally dropping from your lids. As you and your mother cried into each other, the rest of your family ran into the room from the screaming. 

“Where were you!? I was so worried.” She wailed, pushing you away to pat down your hair and look over your face. “How could you leave us like that for days? You didn't think about how we felt, did you?”

The guilt had finally settled in and was eating away at you like a rabid dog. Not only did you feel sad about leaving the way you did, but you also felt bad about the way things went with your family. They had every right to be upset with you, but you did as well. You were here to fix that, not start thinking you were the bad guy. 

“I'm sorry, mom.” You choked out.

“You're sorry? That's all you have to say?” You gasped, hugging your mother closer as your father’s screams hit your ears. “We sent out search parties for you! We called in the police! You were gone, (Y/N). We assumed the worst!” He had tears in his eyes, but he was furious with the way he spoke to you.

“I know. I know what I did.” You tried to explain yourself. “And I'm sorry! It hurt me so much thinking about what you all thought.” You cried. 

“You’re hurt?” Your mother frowned. “How do you think it was for us?” She whimpered. . 

“I'm sorry, Mom.” You turned to hug her. “But please, you have to understand-”

“Understand what?” Your father continued to scream. “That you were selfish!?” 

Your body began to tremble as your knees knocked together; glancing at your siblings behind your father. Your oldest brother was quick to pull the younger ones away from the scene, giving you a worried look. 

“We know you were with those men.” Your father sneered. “Yeosang, the cops. None of them were in the hotel.”

It was starting to get hard to breathe, which you found to be a problem as you started to choke. “No, that's not-” You tried to get out.

“What is it, then!?” He yelled. “What more could it be other than you leaving with those kinds of people!? What did you do!? Tell me what they did to you!?” He rushed forward, causing you to trip backwards. 

Your hand gripped onto your chest to stop from panicking even more. “Nothing! They did nothing!” Your hands were shaking at your chest. All you could think about was the boys and how badly you needed one of them at that moment. 

“(F/N), stop.” Your mother shouted, leaning down to comfort you.

“You allowed them to taint you and make you into one of those women who walk at night! How could they!?” He continued anyway. 

“No, please. You have to-” You tried again, but he kept stopping you from explaining yourself. You began to shout and cry as your chest couldn’t seem to find the air it needed. 

“No more.” Your father was blinded by rage, it was clear. “We're sending you to Aurora. There's a group there that will help you find peace.”

Your eyes went wide, thinking about someone sending you off and making you leave the boys. The same ones who seemed to be the only ones you could think of. “No. You can't-” You shook your head. 

“It's been decided.” He stopped you.

Your legs hurt and your chest burned, but all you wanted to do was cling yourself to the boys and bury your head into their chest. You wanted them to hold you tightly and tell you it was going to be alright. All you needed was their love. 

With adrenaline that was fueled by seeing one of them, you sprinted out the house and down the porch. 

“(Y/N)!” Your father screamed, chasing after you. “Stop, you won't leave this time!” He shouted, quickly catching up to you and grabbing you by the waist. 

“Let me go!” You screamed, kicking your legs as you tried to turn your body into dead weight. You tried to get your father to let you go by dragging your body, making it harder for him. 

“(Y/N)!?” You cried harder when you saw Yeosang sprinting towards you from the hotel. 

“Yeosang!” You cried, your sobs getting louder. 

He quickly ran up to you, throwing himself at your father to make him let go of you. “Let her go!” The man sneered, throwing your father’s hands off you. 

“Don't get involved, boy!” Your father swung his hand back, striking Yeosang across the face. “She isn't your problem!”

“She is after I asked for her hand in marriage!” Yeosang screamed over you.

Everything became still as you dropped to the ground in a heap. He didn’t bother to wipe his lip of blood from the slap he got, he only fell to his knees to hold you tightly to his chest. He was quick to pull you up into his lap, his breathing hard as he tried to calm down from his anxiety over your well-being. 

Your mother watched as Yeosang calmed you down, his lips ghosting over your ear as he whispered something to you. You slowly stopped crying and seemed to just fall over into Yeosang as your panic attack fried all your nerves. 

“(Y/N)?” She asked quietly. “Is this true? Is-Is that why you left with him?”

“I'm sorry, mom.” You mouthed, not being able to talk. She, however, understood what you said the moment Yeosang looked up at her with a face that said he was sorry.

“(F/N), get inside the house.” Your mother frowned deeply, harshly grabbing at your father, who seemed to have gone quiet. She shoved him towards the house. “We'll talk about this later when everyone has calmed down.” She spoke with authority, but you could see she was barely holding it together. 

“Take her with you, Yeosang.” She had given the boy a pointed look that made him straighten up. 

“I'll take care of her.” He promised. He got off his knees in order to pick you up bridal style. 

“I know you will.”

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