Hey :) Just Found You Block And Absolutely Loved The Maknae Reaction Where They Find Out S/o Is Equally

Hey :) just found you block and absolutely loved the Maknae reaction where they find out s/o is equally obsessed with them. Could you write that for the hyung line ?

I hope you have an amazing week 🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍

TW! implied stalking, kidnapping, smut, blowjob, slight degradation

This is a work of fiction and in no way represents the actual people involved. 

Kim Seokjin

He’d lost hope. Hell, he lost motivation. 

He was so sure you didn’t want him, that all the effort he has put into making the two of you seem like soulmates, because you were, was all for nothing. 

You didn’t love him and no amount of obsessing and worship would change that. He realized that now. 

Unfortunately for you, this wasn’t how you thought things would go. You thought you were giving him what he wanted; a chase. Turns out that you not only thought wrong but had ended up discouraging him entirely. 

You won’t lie, it did hurt that he ran and gave up on you but you won’t take it personally. You’ll just have to show him how much you two were meant to be. 

Jin of course was none the wiser when he was strolling through his apartment complex hallway to get to his door, a plastic bag filled with beer in one hand while the other jiggled his keys back and forth. 

His plan for the night was to drink himself stupid while looking through every memory he had of you on his wall, cause’ despite losing hope on getting you he never truly stopped loving you. Yet, as soon as he opened his door, he knew that wasn’t going to happen, not when you were standing there with a hammer ready to swing at once the door opened.

“What are you doing?” Jin’s voice slurred out, head feeling fuzzy and ears ringing ever so lightly.  He had been awake long enough to watch you put the flowers in the vase and the food neatly placed on polished plates. A small, wide present on your lips as you attended to the details of what would be your first date ever.

“Oh, just getting things ready, my Love.” you hummed, placing down the final touches to the round table you got all nice and ready for him. 

He should love this, no? He should be over the moon that you put effort into this, that you are clearly in the same level of love as him. 

But instead he feels as if he doesn’t even know you.

Like he never knew you…

Min Yoongi

Where is it? What the fuck did he do with it? 

His studio room looked like a hurricane ran through it, papers flying all around, pictures barely hanging on the wall. Studio equipment thrown about around the room. And all for what? 

For a fucking flashdrive that wasn’t even here, goddamit! 

It’s his fault, he wasn’t being careful. He figured that since everyone knew not to come close to his studio that it would be safe here, oh how fucking wrong he was. 

“Fuck !” 

Slamming his chair against the floor, his body let out an exhausted sigh before falling onto the couch he kept in the back. Heart racing against his ears as he felt hopeless at ever finding it. If it wasn’t here then God only knows where it is now. 

Running his hair through his messy black locks, his eyes scanned over the mess he made, mind racing with all the possible scenarios of what would become of him if that drive ends up in the wrong hands. 

A knock on the door snapped him out of it, thoughts rendered mute as he heard the rapid knock against wood. Shit, what now? 

Opening the door with a clear annoyed expression, his soft eyes glared towards the unwelcomed interrupter only to feel a flutter in his chest once his brown eyes landed on the bright shining ones staring back at him. 

“Dollface.. Wha..what brings you here?” 

“Hey, Yoongi, sorry for interrupting you. I know how busy you are,” you said with the brightest smile he has ever seen. Fuck, how did you do it? Managed to smile like if he was the only one in the world. God, if only he could taste that smile than maybe all his troubles would go away. “, but, uh, I just wanted to return this to you.” 

Looking down at what you were handing him, his eyes widened at the sight of the small black flash drive hanging off at the edge of your delicate fingers. 

So, you took it? Fuck him… 

Clearing his throat, Yoongi snatched the drive much faster than he intended and smiled at you the best he could. “Yeah.. uh no problem, dollface. What's mine is yours.” 

The two of you stayed out for a little while longer, making small talk before parting ways. As soon as you were out of sight, Yoongi rashed back inside, slamming and locking the door behind him before inserting the drive into his computer. 

His fingers tapped impatiently as he waited for the screen to load. What awaited his eyes shocked him. Pictures and videos he had taken of you without your knowledge popped up first, one after another like a collage. But not just that, new pictures started to appear. Much more risque photos of you popped up, ones that he didn’t take..  But you did. 

His eyes hungrily scanned through each and everyone that popped up before a message popped up on the side of his computer. 

Meet me at my office at 7 if you wish to see more of where those came from ;)

Fuck, he hit the jackpot now didn’t he? 

Jung Hoseok

“Are you even listening?” 

No, he wasn’t. He was too busy giving you sick puppy love eyes the entire time. If he had a tail, it would be wagging so furiously right now. 

No, he wasn’t listening because he was too busy admiring you. Admiring your strength, your passion, your possessiveness. 

Had he knew you had this side in you he would have had his fans all over him alot sooner to get this reaction out of you. The one where you sucker punched that one fan that got too handsy when running into him. The one reaction that led to you dragging him by his hair up to his hotel room and gripping his face in between your fingers as you called him mean and degrading names. Calling him stupid for putting himself in harms way like that. 

God, how he loved this new side of you. 

You on the other hand were livid. Livid at the fact that he was dumb enough to go down into the lobby without staff or a body guard. Stupid enough to let some brainless girl get up close and touch him the way she did. Sure, she only hugged him but that gave her no right to touch what was yours. No right to be near him. 

Shaking your head in frustration, the anger only bubbling even more in the pit of your stomach as you walked back and forth in front of him. 

No of course he wasn’t listening, he’s too nice to see what was wrong with the situation. Too naive. 

Biting his bottom lip, Hoseok reached out for your hand, stopping you in your tracks. 

“I’m sorry.”

He whispered, bringing you closer to him until you were standing in between his legs, his head cranked up to get a better look at you.

“Maybe I should be shown who should be the one touching me, no?” 

Running your tongue across your lips, you ran your hands up his arm and over his neck, feeling how smooth his skin felt against your fingertips. 

He felt a burning rush go through his body as your cold hand reached up to cup his face. Leaning into your touch, his heart-like smile spread through his features. 

“Do as you like to me, Princess.”

Kim Namjoon

“Fuck, just like that.” 

He groaned, wrists yanking against the cold metal cuffs. This only made you bob your head up and down a bit faster, throat tightening around his cock which caused a twitch from his thigh. 

Oh, how he imagined this day every time he pumped one out himself. Well, maybe not tied up and a bit more in control, but if it’s what it takes to gain your trust then he would gladly spend an eternity cuffed to this bed. 

You on the other hand, oh well, you were thrilled. The taste of his salty precum made butterflies erupt in your stomach as heat built up in your core, a wetness slicking its way down your leg as your tongue wrapped itself along the veiny side of his shaft. 

He felt amazing against your tongue, his girth had your mouth so full you can only imagine how good it would feel once it’s inside your pussy, pumping itself inside of you until your belly was full of his cum. 

You should have done this sooner. Confronting him about his obsessive behavior. 

Oh how he got on his knees and begged you to forgive him, asking for a proper chance like a pathetic little dog begging its owner to love him. And love him you did, but you also couldn’t pass up the opportunity to test just how far he would go for you, so you opted to keep him locked up in your room, away from everyone. Just your greediness to take advantage of an easy situation, you could say. 

One thing is for sure though… 

Namjoon did not mind this one bit. How pathetically lovely of him.

Maknae Ver.

Updates: 11/10/22

Forever Young

Member: Jimin

Type: Drabble

Warning: This is a Yandere story! It in no way reflects the real Park Jimin, nor how I think of him. This is purely for entertainment purposes. This includes themes of aging and murder.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

He’s so obsessed with your youthful beauty and innocence for the moment he lays eyes on you.

Meaning he dreads you aging.

You don’t worry at first but slowly notice your husband getting more distant in stark contrast to his loving-obsessive-behavior from the beginning. Sometimes even catching disgusted looks toward you. You try everything an aging woman in a harsh judging society would (creams, botox, etc) but soon Jimin has had enough of you ruining HIS face, HIS body.

Little did you know he’s had this plan for years. He couldn’t stand to see his precious angel turn old. So one day, he enacted his plan. He laid out your prettiest dress that he bought you when you were in, what he calls, your prime. You had your hair and makeup like you always did. You looked almost like how you used to. But when you smiled too hard he could see the lines and leathery skin paint his favorite face. So he continued on. He treated you like a princess almost exactly reliving your engagement day.

Only this time it didn’t end with a ring. It ended with poison in your cup and you choking and gasping for air as he sits calmly beside you sipping his untampered drink.

He preserves you-as best he can, keeping the same dress and not touching your hair and makeup much besides cleaning the after-effects of what he had done.

He’s insured age wouldn’t ruin you. No wrinkles or dementia. You’d be perfect forever.

You were only 38.

MEMORIES OF 2020

Fruits of my labour // chapter 3

“Eomma, you're squeezing too tight.” Douhyun moans, trying to release himself desperately from his mothers grasp.

“I am sorry baby but eomma needs to protect you.” You can't help yourself but to squeeze him tighter.

“It’s too tight, just a little looser please” Douhyun asks.

“Ok baby, I am sorry.” you let him go slightly but keep him close to you.

“Can you please be quiet? I'm trying to sleep.” Yerum moans grumpily.

“Do you miss him hyung?” Douhyun whispers, looking at his brother's back moving along with his breathing.

“Of course I do. Douhyun, what kind of question is that?” Yerums breathing speeds up. His tone shakes slightly. You could tell he was close to crying.

“We all do baby, that's why you're sleeping in eomma’s bed tonight, so you don't feel so alone.” You don't want to tell him the real reason why you're keeping him so close, that what happened to his brother could happen to him. You needed to keep your boys close to you, you werent gonna lose them as well.

You weren't going to sleep anyway, how could anyone sleep in the situation you were currently in?

“Taehyung, I see you’ve brought a guest. How’re you doing, little guy?” The man asks, smiling at the shy child who grabs his fathers coat and hides behind his back.

“Hyungsik, this is Hoseok, Hoseok is daddy’s husband. You know what that is?” Taehyung peeks at the little boy who looks up back at his father and nods.

“You know Jimin and Yoongi are not going to be happy about this don’t you?” Hoseok glances up at Tae before turning his attention back to Hyungsik who was still hiding behind the comfort of his father.

“To be honest, Hyung, that is the least of my worries, I need to get my little man to sleep. We've had quite the day haven't we son?”

“I had so much fun appa! I loved it so much.”

“I'll talk to Yoongi and Jimin in a bit, just let me put my son down for the night.” Taehyung practically pleads with his husband.

“Very well, but please don't let it be known that I knew about this. You know what it's like when those two get angry.” Hoseok jokes earning a light chuckle from Taehyung.

“You'll be in the room though, nevermind this little guy it's nearly Jinnie’s bedtime, you know the rules.”

“Once Jinnie is tired we are all tired.” The two men synchronise, ending their conversation with a peck on the lips, Taehyung and Hyungsik head off to put Hyungsik to bed.

“Appa?” Hyungsik’s small voice calls from under the sheets.

“What is it, my son?” Taehyung, who was just about to leave before his son called out for him, sat next to Hyungsik on the massive king sized bed.

“I really enjoyed today but shouldn't I be going home? Eomma will miss me otherwise.”

Taehyung nods thoughtfully at his son, Hyungsiks words pulling on his heart strings, but he can't bring himself to tell his son the truth, that his eomma couldn't look after him like his appa could. Taehyung had more money, and more time to make sure his son had everything he needed.

So he lied.

“Actually baby, eomma said you should stay with me for awhile, how does that sound?” Taehyung questions while stroking his son's hair.

“It sounds good appa,” Hyungsik says, yawning half way through his sentence.

“You get some rest my son, I promise there's another fun day ahead tomorrow.”

Just as Taehyung got up to leave, Hyungsik asked him another question.

“What about my hyungs? Why aren't they here spending time with us as well?”

Taehyung could have sworn he heard his heart shatter into 3 million pieces.

“Well son, if your brothers were here with us as well, eomma would be lonely right?” Taehyung treads carefully, he was unsure if what he was saying was the right thing to ease the little boy's curiosity.

“Yeah, you're right appa, goodnight appa. I love you”

And just like that, the 3 million pieces of his heart were back together again and Taehyung felt like he was walking on clouds.

Never before had he felt this type of euphoria. It came close when he married the loves of his life but not quite, this was stronger. The happiest he's ever been, he's sure of it.

“I love you too son, sleep tight. What would you like for breakfast in the morning?” Taehyung catches himself asking.

Hyungsik was half asleep, Taehyung wanted to laugh. If he didn't have the DNA results he would've thought he'd picked up Yoongi hyungs kid by mistake.

Taehyung turns to leave but before he does he hears a gentle “Bacon n’ eggs please appa.”

But even with his half asleep quiet voice,Taehyung heard. “Ok son, i'll ask Seokjin to make it the best ever for you.”

Taehyung didn't get a response after that.

He smiled at his son one last time before quietly shutting his door and heading to the top floor of the manor where his and his husbands bedroom was.

“Ahh there he is,” His oldest Hyung sighs in relief whilst checking his watch. “What took you so long? And where were you all day?” If Taehyung didn't know any better he'd say his older husband looked annoyed, but Taehyung did know better. Seokjin was teasing him. He loved to do that to all of them and none of them have ever complained. They love him too much to complain.

But nevertheless he was going to answer Seokjin’s question, it actually gave him a perfect opening. God, he loved his hyung so much.

“Haha very funny,” Taehyung played along, admittedly quite nervous for the reactions of the men in the room, but it was now or never.

“I was spending the day with Hyungsik.” Taehyung responds, waiting for a response from the room.

“Who's Hyungsik again? Is he that really hot bodyguard that keeps checking you out because I swear to god if it's him Kim Taehyung you're going to have a man's blood on your hands.” Jungkook seethed,

“Are you jealous Jungkookie?” Seokjin teases, the oldest teasing the youngest.

“No it's he who needs to be jealous after all, Taehyung is ours. Not some greasy ex trash man.”

“Anyways, would you like to continue Taehyung.” Namjoon says, putting down his book to glance at Taehyung. Once glance and Namjoon knew there was more.

“Hyungsik is my son.”

The room stared at him in silence for a few moments and then both Jimin and Yooongi started shouting at Taehyung.

“What do you mean you were spending time with your son!?” - Jimin

“We had a plan, remember Taehyung?!” - Yoongi

The two continue to yell for a few more seconds before Namjoon shushes them.

“You two need to calm down, although I agree with their sentiment. You knew this was important to them, Taehyung. Why would you go without them?”

Taehyung sighs before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“I'm really sorry and I know it was selfish but I couldn't stand the thought of my son out there without me being in his life. I am willing to do anything to make it up to you, I'll even sleep in the guest room and I'll rewrite the whole plan. But please, know that I am sorry but I did what needed to be done. You should've seen the state of the woman he was left with while his mother went out for ice cream. Your boys are safe for now I promise and they'll be safe until we go to collect them.”

“When will we collect them?” Hoseok asks

“Tonight.” says Jin, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.

“Yoongi, Jimin, you'll meet your sons tonight.”

JIMIN ON THE TONIGHT SHOW WITH JIMMY FALLON ✨✨

the butcher’s bride

summary: you were a fool to think he would ever let you go. now, you have to pay the price.

pairing: yandere!yoongi x afab!reader

both characters are adults, minors dni.

warnings: yandere themes, noncon, explicit rough n*fw, unprotected sex, kidnapping, violence and abuse, degradation, impact play, mentions of slight stockholm syndrome.

word count: 1.2k

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