BTS | KSJ | FIC RECS

BTS | KSJ | FIC RECS

The Collection of Seokjinnie. Hehe... I hope you guys enjoy the fics as much as I did. Don't forget to tell the authors your appreciation too - whether is it a like, a comment, or a follow - they'll be glad to hear from you 😊

Tonight, @liveyun (fluff , students au , romance)

Take you down, @lookingforluna (smut, fluff, romance, idol!au, established relationship!)

To kill a king, @foxymoxynoona (Historical Fantasy World, political conspiracy, romance)

Sit. Stay, @daechwitatamic (fluff, s2l, neighbors!au, baby angst for a quick minute?, smut)

Apples in February, @kth1 (Fluff, Smut, Angst, 21+, Werewolf!AU, One Shot)

Winter Whiskey, @kth1 (Established Relationship, Fluff, Smut, 18+)

Last November, @kithtaehyung (angst, smut, exes to lovers au)

The Obsidian Pearl, @angelicyoongie (yandere, descriptions of death/blood/violence)

Internal Conflicts, @yoongiofmine (Fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, step brother (not related, not raised together, not weird))

Paths Crossed, @borathae (Fantasy, s2l!AU, Romance, Smut)

BTS | JHS | FIC RECS

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Shadows, @borathae (Angst, Exes!AU, suggestive themes, nudity, allusions to sex)

Love Quarrels, @mirahuyooo (Angst, fluff, romance, established relationship, mention of arranged marriage)

Blue Side, @liveyun (angst , mentions of smoking)

Oh, Angel!, @yoongiofmine (fluff, pwp, age gap)

The Apprentice, @borathae (Fantasy!AU, Magic School!AU, s2f2potential lovers!AU, Romance)

Flower, @readyplayerhobi (Fluff, future angst, future smut)

A Taste of Paradise, @theharrowing (strangers to lovers, angst, smut)

Two in One, @here2bbtstrash (threesome, smut, pwp, f2l, feat. Jimin)

Keeping a secret, @kpopfanfictrash (new relationship au, smut, oral (male receiving), see-rough sex?)

Studio, @joonbird (smut, fluff)

Tonight | KSJ | Masterlist

Header by: @liveyun

Thank you oldie, you made this possible :)

Pair: Seokjin x Hamster Hybrid Reader 

Summary: Dedicating his life to never having another person to count on, to be strong, Seokjin finds himself in the middle of an illegal fighting ring. The person he wanted to erase was just at his fingertips but he was slipping. No, he was leaving. He was accepting a change and he was afraid. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au, detective, smut, abuse (sensitive topic)

Warnings: abuse, self-harm, self-degration, lots of lying and miscommunications, smuts in some chapters (I’ll put warnings out on those specific chapters:)) 

Total WC: (to be written after series)

Taglist: @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @m00njinnie @svnbangtansworld @canarystwin @thelilbutifulthings (open)

Teaser 1

Teaser 2

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

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Tonight | KSJ | Chapter 1

Pair: Seokjin x Hamster Hybrid Reader 

Summary: Dedicating his life to never having another person to count on, to be strong, Seokjin finds himself in the middle of an illegal fighting ring. The person he wanted to erase was just at his fingertips but he was slipping. No, he was leaving. He was accepting a change and he was afraid. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au, detective, smut, abuse (sensitive topic)

Warnings: abuse, self-harm, self-degration, lots of lying and miscommunications, smuts in some chapters (I’ll put warnings out on those specific chapters:))

WC: 2.7K

Taglist: @m00njinnie @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad

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Seokjin was beyond exhausted. 

His team was beyond exhausted. 

But they couldn’t stop. They needed to pass through this first round smoothly to ensure that the rest of the meetings would not be a danger. Everybody has been up for weeks, searching and cracking codes, breaking streams and smashing boards. It was only a few hours ago that they finally managed to hack into the system and switch up names, landing them where they currently stand. Every single one of his men was in their headscape. 

Tired but alert. 

“Alright, we have gone through the plan again in the car.” Everyone nodded. “Any clarifications? Please do them now.” Nobody moved. 

Soekjin nodded. 

“Let’s go then.”

As the men queued accordingly, they took their time to walk to the entrance, observing the place. It was on a small section of the island - an unmarked territory. The building in front of them looks beautifully frightening. Its architecture could battle against one of a medieval church. On the outside, the building had flags rising high, fluttering against the wind. Its intriguing swirls and geometrical artworks can make anyone jealous. On the inside, what looked like was once a hall, was now transformed with counters of alcohol and stations of arcades. Pity the vibe of what is going down does not do the design of this place any justice.

“Park Seo-Jung ssi?” 

Seokjin tilted his head, a haughty, arrogant look he gave the bouncer as he led his team into the ring, not even bothering to acknowledge. As he side-eyed the security and their systems, they took their first leap of faith right into the lion’s den. 

The moment they stepped into the ring, Seokjin noted three things. One, loud screams and cheers were vibrating the space; Two, the smell of cigarettes, sex, and alcohol permeated the air; Three, the small, tiny being fighting in the ring was no predator. Seokjin had to physically stop himself from frowning at the way the prey was being pulled out of the ring, looking battered and bruised. 

“Sir, they cannot enter.”

Seokjin slowly turned his body around and used the heel of his shoe to throw an unexpected kick to the bouncer up his gut. The bouncer blanched and folded in half. He’s a scrawny little dude. The other bouncers started to surround the injured boy. Seokjin’s team also started to surround him as well, in a ready stance to fight when he stopped them. It would become deadly if they got into a fight. They were here to observe and gain insights into their opponent. 

“Enough of this.” Seokjin tuned his voice into a nasal, high-pitched voice. He let the arrogant annoyance seep through his words as he said, “I am here to bid, not play a game with little bouncers. Father had them follow me through unless you decide to put it up with him,” Seokjin glared daggers at the men. “Leave us.” He ordered. 

The bouncers stared at each other before taking a step back. Seokjin walked through the crowd that had formed to view the drama at the front door with his head up high. He had a face to keep and he would do it well. He was going to burn this place down just like how they burned his family’s late hybrid. Seokjin’s eyes burned behind their lids. Jimin was his brother, his best friend. His parents took him in at a young age and loved him just like he was their own. At first, Seokjin was jealous. Who wouldn’t be? At the age of eleven, his title of youngest was taken away. But over time, as the two of them played together, ate together, and slept together, an inseparable bond thrived between them. 

Seokjin was been the first one to travel to Seoul and pursue his acting career. Jimin followed him soon after to Hanyang University, pursuing dance. It was a snowy night when the both of them were setting up for a movie night and forgot the marshmallows. Seokjin appealed to go but Jimin said that he wanted to play with the snow. Who knew that it would end up with his car in flames and Jimin burned so much he was unrecognisable?

For the next few months, Seokjin was just floating. His grades slowly dropped as he started to cut off people from his life. Seokjin was numb. Seokjin was scared. 

And now that numbness and fear were projecting themselves at the arena. As the announcer raised the flags, the ferocious battle began and all he could see was your small form, efficiently dodging as many hits as came your way. But he could also see the dazed, crazed look in your eyes as you delivered each blow with minimal strength but maximum damage. 

She must have a good trainer for such a technique.

Seokjin would be jealous of such a highly-trained hybrid and beg you to teach him some tricks as well if it wasn’t for the one harsh blow that you took to the side of your head. 

Foul.

Yes, a foul. But this was an illegal ring. The bidders and trainers here are for money, not sport. So Seokjin did what he knew could be the only thing that would probably save you from being exterminated behind the scenes. His hand slapped the table, loud enough to gain the attention of the ones sitting near him. Raising the number lot, he shouted over the winning cheers of the ones who had won the bet and the loud, angry bellows of the ones who lost. From the ratio of the ones who won and lost, he bet that you had a large fan base. But before he could say anything, the announcer beat him to it. 

“Bidding for Ms L/N Y/N!” The announcer gave out. “Starting at $400 thousand Won!”

Bids constantly came in as Seokjin played the waiting game. 

“$700 Million Won!”

“$1 Million Won!”

“$1.45 Million Won!”

The arena fell into a pregnant silence. Seokjin looked over. Why would he bother to bid? 

“All right, $1.45 Million Won to Mr Kang Song-Cho. Going once, going twice -”

“$1.57 Million Won.” Seokjin confidently said. 

If time was moving in slow motion, he could see the widening of everybody’s eyes. But all he could see was the sneaky smirk that adorned his dongsaeng’s lips. Seokjin squinted his eyes at him. 

So he knew…

“All right! Sold to Mr Park Seo-Jung for $1.57 Million Won!”

Yoongi was so dead.

The pounding headache felt familiar. The aching limbs felt familiar. The dryness in your throat and mouth also felt familiar. 

What didn't feel familiar was the smells in the room, of the room, and the silken sheets beneath your touch. You turned to your side, away from the shining lights in the room. All you could remember from last night was losing a battle and being scolded, going into the next match without flushes of hormones, getting hit and then blacking out. You knew it was your fault for deciding to not block the incoming hit and gaining your first loss of the match but you didn't want 'in' any longer. The only way you figured an 'out' was to very obviously die. That was the only way you would leave and never come back. Who said you hadn't tried to sneak away all these years? Who said that you hadn't tried many other ways all these years? But every time unnecessary blood escaped your body, you were taken straight to the doctors and then back to the leader to get punished. So no, nothing has worked - nothing did work - nothing will work. So you did what you thought was best. 

Of course, you were back and left with fresh wounds and a pounding headache to deal with for your stupidity. Slowly, you cracked open your eyes and allowed them to adjust to the light. You thought that perhaps this was the floor of a cage but as you looked around, you saw smooth drapes and large spaces that were filled up with couches surrounding a small table. And then you saw yourself in a big, big bed wearing -

Your eyes enlarged. You - you were - 

You heard a door squeak open and you flug yourself backwards onto the bed frame. Instinctively, you put your hands up to shield yourself, hoping that whoever bought you would not be worse than the people at the ring and your trainer. You had a fairly normal childhood. Well, normal enough. As a prey, you were quite a social butterfly, always surrounded by people left and right. Predators and prey alike. Everybody was friends but nobody expected what their next breath could mean for them. You were all locked up in large rooms with bunk beds and study tables. None of you were allowed out - teachers came in to teach, food was served in the room, and everybody took turns using one washroom. 

Life was as normal as it could be. 

Keyword: as it can be.

As time moved on quicker than anybody expected, all of you grew up and as you hit the adolescent stage, you were all taken out of the room - never to return. When you were all younger, you had seen the older ones leave and never come back. This made all of you anticipate the excitement of finally seeing what it looks like outside. But nothing has ever prepared you for the day itself. 

It was the day when all of you were given a fixed set of responsibilities. From household, fighting, or even for sexual appeals. Each one of you was given a lot and individually pushed into rooms where you would be scrubbed, washed, and dressed beautifully. That day was the day that you smiled the biggest. 

But you wouldn’t have if you had known the life that it would take you. 

You were bidded under household. Nothing seems wrong and all of you were uncomfortably sold off as auction prizes. A household is not bad for a prey like you. But your owner was no prince in shining armour. Your owner was the head of the illegal black market ring. From a young, you lot were trained to have no feelings and thoughts for yourself. Everything was for your owners - both your mind and body. After the exchange in the auction, you no longer belonged to the facility and do not have a backup to go back to. So when your owner harshly yanked you from bed one night and shoved in you the backseat, all you could do was shiver in the winter cold and anticipate the worst. 

However, you have never thought that it would ever end up in this type of situation. Constant beatings, irrevocable wounds, blacking out - so many things. You were not born a fighter but built into one against your own will. If you chose to survive, you would fight. 

So you fought.

Some days, you wish you didn’t. 

Some days, you were glad you did. 

And some days, you wish you could just completely disappear from the face of the world. 

You clenched your eyes shut as you prepared for an incoming blow when the softest hands took yours in them. You semi-peeked open an eye, trying to see who it was. The most handsome face and plush lips you have ever seen stared back at you with a calming smile adorning them. The man’s hands were by no means soft like a lady’s. They held calluses at their knuckles and the base of his hands but they were soft. Or perhaps you were so deprived of touch and affection that you were just hallucinating. 

You were so entranced that you didn’t realise the both of you were in a compromising position and you were staring at him like a complete creep. You yanked your hands back onto your lap and scooted further away from him. You could see the smile on the man’s face drop before coming back up, acting as if nothing happened. Slowly, he got up from his position on the floor and walked over to one of the many doors in the room. 

“It’s good to see you finally awake. As your doctor assigned to you will not be able to make it here today, we shall go over to the clinic together instead.” The man stated, turning over to make a grand bow. “My name is Park Seo-Jung. You can just call me… Seo.”

The man’s smile was blinding. You wondered how happy he must be to be smiling so brightly like there was no care in the world - no burden on his shoulders. You nodded at the man, silent as ever. You never talked much after you got permanently transferred to the ring. It was better to be a loner than to make friends and then have to kill those friends just because of the bidding system. You would not be able to bear that insanity and blood on your hands if you did. 

You knew you wouldn’t.

Mr Park came out of the room holding two three hangers in his hands and … is that … women’s underwear? Just remembering, you looked back down to see what you were wearing and breathed in a deep breath. 

Your body and mind belong to your owner. 

Your whole being belongs to your owner.

You are nothing. 

Right. It is important to remember what you have been taught at the facility. It is not the first time and it most definitely wouldn’t be the last. You had to ensure that your guard is up wherever you go. 

“I will teach you a lesson that teachers never teach.” The calico cat, the eldest in the current dormitory, spoke up. He was the last few of his yearly batch to not have been taken out yet. “Walls have ears. Do not speak, do not cry. Do not show any form of weakness or they will be used against you.”

Back then, you didn’t understand what he meant. He was always a happy cat, prancing around and sleeping under table lamps. But he was also much smaller than the gender of his breed which caused his early throw out. You remember him being not much older than you when he got suddenly ripped away from you. You remembered you had a nightmare the night before, roughly waking everybody up with your cries. The cat had brought his blanket along with him, trailing them to your bed and cuddling with you. 

That was the last time you ever received a hug. You remembered his soft snores that lulled you back to the realm of the Netherlands and arms that encased you, making your small form cuddle against him securely. You had woken up to see him fighting the people in the facility but stopped when he managed to untangle himself from the blanket. That night, you were inconsolable. You had lost a silent best friend and all that he left was his blanket that he never let anybody touch. Now, anywhere you go, that blanket follows you everywhere. 

“I was afraid that suddenly introducing you to a lot of choices could give you a scare, so I picked out what I think would be comfortable for the trip down.” The man placed the clothes on the foot of the bed. “I’m going to set the table for lunch. You can come out whenever you’re ready. If you need help, you can just knock on your door.” 

You nodded, grateful for the privacy that you are being provided with. Since young, privacy was never a thing and you expected none here as well. But somehow, you were relieved that your first few hours… weren’t going as badly as you expected them to be. It certainly gave you a good break for your bones.

Tonight | KSJ | Teaser

She must have a good trainer for such a technique.

The announcer raised the flags and the ferocious battle began and all he could see was your small form, efficiently dodging as many hits as came your way.

Foul.

You took a harsh blow that you took your head.

Foul.

Yes, a foul. But this was an illegal ring. The bidders and trainers here are for money, not sport.

Foul.

Raising the number lot, he shouted over the winning cheers of the ones who had won the bet and the loud, angry bellows of the ones who lost.

Foul. Foul. Foul.

Yes, a foul. But he can't do anything about it than -

“$700 Million Won!”

“$1 Million Won!”

“$1.45 Million Won!”

The arena fell into a pregnant silence. Seokjin looked over. Why would he bother to bid? 

“All right, $1.45 Million Won to Mr Kang Song-Cho. Going once, going twice -”

“$1.57 Million Won.” Seokjin raised the bid, looking behind him.

When they were out of here, he was going to kill him.

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