Ahhh!!!! Great Chapter, Want More!!

Ahhh!!!! Great chapter, want more!!

CHANTAJE! (iii)

PAIRING: ceo!bts x actress(female)!reader

SUMMARY: being under the watchful eye of the media and your fans, your managers are in desperate need of regaining back your popularity after other influencers who hate you cause mayhem to your life. what best way to do so by having you pretend to be in a relationship with the popular 7 who are known to be intensely wealthy and stoic? will you be able to regain their trust or will they go with their promise of damaging your reputation even more?

GENRE: fluff, angst, ceo au, celebrity au, fake dating au, enemies to lovers

WARNING(S) FOR LATER: gore/blood/murder, harassment/bullying, mental health talks (nothing badly triggering), child endangerment (mc was a child actor, again nothing badly triggering. if there is, there will be a warning)

NOTE: ngl… i forgot i had to update today… 🙂

TAGLIST (OPEN) : @parapiop7 @an-ever-angry-bi @softforyoongles @thenaverse @chansatlan @juju-227592 @skyys-universe @carolinexkpop

“This is something I never thought I would see. I thought we taught you better than this, Y/n.”

You maintained your composure at hearing your mom over the phone ramble on about the allegations against you. You didn’t want to talk to her, but she had called Jae and Jake and bothered them until you called back. Unfortunately, you did, and you had to or else she wouldn’t have stopped.

“Don’t worry about it,” you breathed out, starting to pace around your room, your bare feet rubbing against your carpet. “I’m handling it.”

“Handling it is when you deal with the issue immediately and you have more job opportunities,” your mom continued with irritation laced in her tone. “Do you have more jobs?” Silence. “Do better. Your father and I are not happy with this.”

“Okay.”

“How are we supposed to pay for that new car your brother has been wanting, huh?” You held in the curses. “You’re supposed to be a good daughter and help us with money. You better fix this issue soon.”

“Okay.”

You didn’t give her a chance to say goodbye before hanging up the phone.

Flopping down on your bed, your gaze maintained on your ceiling with glow in the dark stars littered around. Even though your eyes became blurry with unshed tears, you found solace in the stars awaiting their tragedy; losing its glow and not glowing in the dark anymore.

You rolled your eyes. So poetic.

“Hey.” Jae peeked her head inside your bedroom, having known you were talking with your mom. “You okay?”

You blinked away your tears and nodded, fingers grabbing a hold of a plushie Jake had gifted you for your birthday. You situated yourself on your bed and watched as Jae sat on the corner of it.

“Mom says I need to fix the issue,” you replied, playing with your polished nails, and smiling a bit at seeing your favorite drink held tightly in between Jae’s hands. She passed it to you. “She needs to pay for my brother’s car.”

“Y/n, it’s time to say “no”, babe,” Jae softly said, patting your leg. “Your parents are asking for more but what about you? That money is for you, not them. They can’t just depend on you to pay for their lives.”

“I know.” Her heart clenched at the way you shook with nerves and she felt her heart drop to her stomach at the way you looked so innocent, like a child. You just wanted your parents, but they wanted a daughter who they saw as the epitome of a dollar sign. “But, I feel like I owe it to them for putting me in this position.”

“You worked your way through all of this,” Jae reassured you. “Your parents just helped you look for opportunities, but you passed them all because of your talent.”

You sighed and leaned back against your headboard.

“I’m surprised they haven’t seen the news about my relationship allegations with those 7 idiots.” You snorted, shaking your head while taking a sip of your drink. You hummed under your breath. “Where am I supposed to be with them?”

“You have a to go to their office around 1:30.” Jae passed you her phone to see the message Chan-woo sent her. “They want you to be seen for a bit but, they want you to still be discreet. Again, their relationship is mostly private so they want to be private.”

“Ugh, I don’t want to go,” you whined, flopping back on your back to emphasize your dramatics. “Is Dong-suk coming with?”

Jae nodded at hearing your main bodyguard’s name. “He should be going with you to meet up with the boys own bodyguards. They’ll be coming up with ways to protect you from the media, especially since some of the boys fans love making death threats to people who dare damage their relationship.”

“Oh, God.”

“Your stalker is back, too.” You swore a headache was forming at the information given to you. “I know, but along with the bullying allegations and the dating allegations, everyone is just… wondering what the hell is going on.”

“I’m even wondering what the hell is going on,” you breathed out, taking off the covers covering the lower half of your body. “I guess I’ll get ready.”

“I’ll have your manager in the front by the time you’re done.”

“Jae, you act so much like my assistant,” you commented over your shoulder. “We’ve talked about this.”

“Your assistant slash manager slash best friend,” Jae said with a smile spread on her lips, a leg over the other with her hands resting behind her. She leaned back. “You know I don’t mind.”

“I feel bad already having you fix my mistakes.”

“Don’t.” You heard her stand up from your bed. “I’ll be in your kitchen. Your maid requested I eat something because I look pale.”

You snorted and waved at her, hearing her close the door.

“Now, what should I wear?”

“Oh, my God.”

You watched as workers peaked their heads to take a look at you walking into the elevator. They tried their hardest to walk inside, but some lucky ones made it after your guards stopped some people from walking any further.

The workers tried glancing at you, to take a better look at you, and you couldn’t help but smile at them a little since they looked excited.

“Big fan of your work.”

You bowed your head. “Thank you so much for your support.”

The elevator dinged and they all scurried out to their designated floor before they left you in silence with Dong-suk and his security team.

“I’m guessing that was the reaction they wanted.” You hummed in acknowledgment at your security guard’s voice and looked over his shoulder. “How are you doing with all of this, Miss?”

You sent him a small smile because, after Jae talked to Chan-woo about your guard knowing what was happening, he kept making sure you were okay, and you appreciated that fact more than anything. That’s one of the reasons you saw him more like a father figure compared to your own father. He was a nice man who loved showing off his daughters to you. It was beautiful.

“Just getting through it today,” you replied, a sigh escaping you once you heard the elevator ding.

Dong-suk stuck to your side all the way towards Namjoon’s office and he even made sure there were no type of threats to come your way.

Opening the glass door, you walked inside the office and came in contact with Namjoon, Jungkook, and Jimin. A simultaneous scoff left yours and Jimin’s mouth once your eyes met from across the room.

“What is she doing here?” He asked, making sure you could hear the obvious attitude towards you. “I thought we weren’t supposed to see her until next week.”

“I decided we should see her today,” Namjoon simply said, not looking at Jimin. His gaze was set on the documents in front of him and you. “She should get to know us, don’t you agree?”

“I guess.” The tattooed man shrugged and your eyes met his next. He leaned back against his chair. “I’ve seen your movies.”

“Did you watch them because you like the genre?” You asked, sitting down on the chair Namjoon gestured to before he looked down at his documents, pen in hand. “Or because of my co-workers?”

“Watched it because of you.” You frowned.

“Me?”

“What?” Jungkook snorted, raising his eyebrow. “Is it uncommon for people to look at the movies you star in for you?”

“Yes.” You nodded, a small scoff of disbelief slipping through your mouth at the fact he saw something you’d been in. “I’m just… surprised, though. That’s all.”

“You’re a good actress.” You couldn’t look away from his eyes and he didn’t dare look away either. “I could see why so many people love you.”

“Hmm, thank you.” You curtly bowed your head and he did, too. You immediately took notice of Jimin looking at you but looking away once you looked at him. “It’s an honor, though, so I’m happy you got to see them. Did you like them?”

“I’m a sucker for a good romance movie,” Jungkook answered, a tight-lipped smile spread on his face. “I saw the one where your sister made your husband fall in love with her, you got divorced and you were navigating life as a single mom, and you met someone else. Beautiful movie. Had me crying at the end.”

You snorted. “The end where my character just starts crying out of happiness because she got her ending and her ex-husband didn’t?” He nodded along to your words. “Made me cry, too. The tears weren’t in the script.”

“That movie was so worth that award you got for it.” He could see the slight shock on your face and he cleared his throat, finally looking away. “I was watching the award show.”

“Does it ever get tiring?” Namjoon asked. You turned to look at him and his gaze maintained on the sheets of paper. “The fact your face is stared at by so many people across the world? I heard your movies get seen a lot in the States.”

You gulped and shrugged a bit. “I mean, you get used to it. I’ve been acting since I was about 4 or 5 years old and though it’s nerve wracking, you just eventually get used to the way people are just… staring at you and admire you.”

“We get that,” Namjoon continued. His hand stopped writing. “We’ve been in this business for a while—not as long as you have been—and everyone’s eyes are on us.”

“Yeah, I can tell.” They eyed the way your shoulders slumped. “Just prepare yourself for more. I bet there’s going to be so much more publicity for all of us.”

“Yeah, and you’d like that, huh?” You sighed at hearing Jimin’s voice pipe in. You already knew he was going to start this conversation. “I find it funny just as you’re about to be in this big movie, you get in these allegations, we get some, too, and your boss makes a deal with our publicist. All at the same time. Pretty funny how perfectly timed this all was.”

“Do you think I planned all of this?” A sound of complete annoyance was heard coming out of you. Namjoon sighed. “Oh, yes, Jimin, I planned my bullying allegations just to get a few minutes of fame all while the media and so many people threaten me and wish me dead.”

You stood up and you passed Namjoon your security guard’s card. “My security will meet with yours to come up with a plan.” You glance at Jimin. “It would’ve been today but, I need to go home.”

“My guard will be in contact then.” Namjoon nodded, grabbing the card between his thumb and forefinger.

You stood in front of Jimin. “And at least mine are just allegations.” He clenched his jaw. “From what I saw in the video taken of you, you’re actually a bully and an asshole.”

He rolled his eyes and you walked off, fingers taking a hold of your phone.

Dong-suk opened the door for you. “Miss.”

You thanked him under your breath and walked off towards the elevator already waiting for you

“Publicity my ass,” you murmured in an annoyed tone, shaking your head. “I’m a well known actress and they think I came up with all of this to be with them? To gain publicity for being with them?” Dong-suk and free other two guards stayed quiet as you ranted. “I didn’t even think about them even once.”

“At least one of them likes your work, Miss.”

You smiled up at Dong-suk at his comment and softly patted his shoulder.

“You’re right, Dong-suk. Thank you.”

“But they should have better manners.”

“I totally agree.”

< before - after >

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Shadows We Trust

BTS Ot7 x Reader

Chapter 18

Disclaimer for media use in this chapter. This story in general will use a host of visual aids. These are just for story depiction and not meant as a claim to what's being used. All images, videos, audio, music, etc. belong to their respective owners. These aids are for reference only.

The video used for this chapter is used as a reference for Jungkook and the reader's practice session. This does not mean it's the exact practice session, it's just so readers can visualize what it may look like. It makes it easier to watch than trying to explain in writing. To view the full clip used for this chapter, click here.

While Jungkook may have been confident in my ability to pick up his routine relatively quickly, I wasn’t sure I shared that same confidence.

“…we’ll transition into a lift here and I’ll show you what position I want you in for my supports too.”

“Okay, not to burst your bubble or anything, but I’m struggling to see exactly how this is going to work. Lifts aren’t really something I’m used to doing and now you want me to do… that?” I gestured towards the video he was showing me.

It was clear Jungkook had put some thought into his routine. The clip he had of himself performing a good portion of it was amazing. Made even more so with Jimin as his makeshift partner for some of the lifts and his counterbalance.

“The way I see it, you’ve got a solid foundation. I purposely chose Jimin to try it with because the two of you are aerialists. If he was able to learn and execute it, I’m confident you can too.”

“Except you’re forgetting a big difference. Jimin is way more advanced than me.”

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head before tossing his phone on a nearby mat. He had pulled the long blonde locks on top of his undercut back into a ponytail. The ends of it sticking out like tufts and looking way too cute and dangerously sexy at the same time. He was dressed comfortably in a pair of sweatpants and shooter shirt tank top that showed off that dark sleeve of ink.

“Don’t worry. I’ll ease you into it. Let’s start with some stretches.”

It had really been way too long since I had slipped into a practice routine. Even just the stretches felt really nice as my body settled back into some semblance of normalcy.

“How’d you sleep last night?”

I glanced up at Jungkook across from me, he sat on the ground, reaching for his toes. Ducking my gaze back to the ground, I shifted into a new position just so I wouldn’t have to look at him directly. His question was innocent enough, but I didn’t quite know how to answer without flat out lying to him. In all honesty, it was one of his performance partners’ fault I hardly got any sleep to begin with.

“Fine. I think it may take me a bit to get used to sleeping in a new place.”

He nodded, casting me a look out of the corner of his eye.

“That explains why you look so tired then.”

I hummed noncommittally before taking a seat across from him.

“What about you? It seemed like you were up pretty early this evening. Are you usually this early of a riser?”

“No.” He grinned. “I was just excited to see you.”

The nonchalance was unexpected, but then again, there wasn’t much in the short time I’ve known Jungkook that really seemed to ruffle his feathers. In retrospect, he’s poked little phrases here and there along those lines several times that we’ve spoken. I had brushed it off before as him just being friendly, but the somewhat bashful way he averted his eyes had me second-guessing. Is he actually flirting with me? Unable to keep the redness off my own cheeks, I cleared my throat a bit awkwardly.

“Can I ask you something?”

I used the uncomfortable pause to segue the conversation elsewhere.

“Anything.” He chirped, looking rather happy.

“Um, did the seven of you know each other before you came here to perform?”

Jungkook frowned, visually disappointed, until that same easygoing smile I was used to was back.

“Kind of. Some of us knew each other more than others. Yoongi and I were actually living together long before we met the others.”

“You and Yoongi lived together?”

Jungkook nodded. “Yeah, for a little while.”

Sensing this as an opportunity for me to learn more, I leaned towards him, pretending I was still stretching.

“Then can I ask you what Yoongi was like back then?”

Jungkook looked surprised that I was asking. His eyes flitting towards the door before returning to me.

“You want, to know more about Yoongi?”

I nodded, giving him a smile. “Yeah. It’s only natural, right? To want to know more about my roommate?”

“Your roommate. Right.” Jungkook’s lip jutted out in a slight pout, looking put out by my sudden line of questioning. “It would probably be better to ask him. He’d be able to answer questions about himself better than I could.”

“Did you know him before his accident?”

Jungkook’s head whipped up to mine, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing a few times.

“You know about that?”

I shrugged. “I saw the scars, but I didn’t ask him what happened.”

It didn’t escape me how nervous he suddenly became. He refused to look at me now, hand coming up to scratch at his temple while he sighed softly.

“It’s not really my story to tell.” He gave me a tight smile before standing. “You’ll have to ask him. In the meantime, let’s try to get a few of these moves down.”

He held a tattooed hand out for me to take. I was a bit disappointed that my fishing for information didn’t turn up more than what I got, but I understood that Jungkook didn’t feel comfortable telling me about a story that was so personal to Yoongi. Frustrating yes, but I respected it. I took the offered arm, letting Jungkook haul me to my feet.

“My goal today is to get you comfortable with lifts and for me to get a better handle on your body.”

I paused, my eyebrows lifting of their own accord.

“You- what?”

The slow smirk was knowing, amusement dancing in those dark eyes.

“What we’re about to do requires a lot of trust and familiarity with each other for it to work.”

“Right.” I laughed nervously. “Of course that’s what you were getting at.”

I mumbled the last bit under my breath, unzipping my coat at the same time Jungkook tugged at his top. The action smooth as he slid it over his head. His muscles bunched with it and even though it wasn’t the first time I was seeing him shirtless; it might as well have been with the way my stomach knotted and my core clenched. I wondered what it was about these men that had me react so much. Going from someone who never cared to pay attention to the opposite sex to someone who spies on and sleeps with three out of my seven new performance partners, there had to be something wrong with me.

“Although…” Jungkook’s voice ripped me from the staring contest I was in with his exposed skin. The look in his eyes mischievous. “You don’t have to use our routine as your only reason for touching me. I’m not opposed to wandering hands if they’re yours.”

I nearly snorted, using the excuse of setting my coat aside just to hide my blush.

“Just show me what you want to start with.”

Practicing with Jungkook was as easy as it was practicing with Yunho. Albeit a tad bit more distracting. Yunho and I spending so much time together and being in the same act meant I was more familiar with him. With Jungkook, I didn’t know his movements as well and so that meant he took extra liberties to position me how he wanted me. His large palms smoothing over my arms and bared midriff, pushing me away to balance with him a bit better or tugging me tighter into his body.

If I had been worried about how well I would be for lifts, he quickly dashed those concerns with every subsequent pose. He handled my weight effortlessly, which after tossing Jimin around, was probably good practice and got him used to doing it.

“Tighten here.” He pressed my fingers harder into the grip I had around his inked bicep. “This is where your control will lie when I go in for the lift.”

As if to prove his point, his hands found my hips and lifted me. The sudden action and weightlessness catching me off guard and my hold on him slipped. Jungkook was ready though, his arms shifting position quickly to wrap around me instead and jerk me into his chest so I wouldn’t fall.

“You okay?”

I nodded, meeting his eyes only to become nervous all over again when I realized how close we were. My nose was nearly brushing his, large brown eyes filled with concern.

“I should have made sure you were ready first, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I know what you mean now about it being my control.” I laughed breathlessly.

“Yeah…” He murmured, huffing out a laugh.

My laughter stalled, taking in the way he suddenly turned serious. The heat of his palms against my back dissipating a bit as his hands curled into fists. He swallowed hard, knuckles on one hand trailing around my hip and down, spreading his fingers over my thigh. The tension between us thickened, the atmosphere taking a turn too similar to last night’s which happened in this same room only a few feet from where we were. I couldn’t escape the excitement I felt being body to body with him like this.

Then, his gaze dropped to my lips, transfixed on them. His fingertips dug into the skin of my thigh hard, the sensation enough to remind me where I was, who I was with, and what we were doing. Jungkook’s brows furrowed, eyes still trained on my lips while he tilted his head towards me. Panicking a bit, I tapped his shoulder a bit harder than what was probably necessary in a bid to let him know I was good.

“We should go again. I’ll be sure to not let go this time.”

He halted. One slow blink and he pulled back looking at me a little confused as if he were processing what I had just said to him. Finally, he slowly released me.

“Oh, yeah. Let’s try... again.”

I nodded politely, looking away from him. It took him a minute to get his bearings, but I just used that time to get ahold of myself. I wrapped a hand around his bicep again, reinforcing my grip so I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. I held on tight, hoping that my physical strength would correlate to my will around these men. Because I was quickly finding myself on the losing end of two battles in less than two days.

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Yay!!!!!

There’s been a chapter idea for the CEO story I’ve been wanting to do since I wrote chapter 5, (so over two/three years ago) and I have finally started writing it! It’s gonna be a flashback bonus chapter 💜 and imma try my best to make it good 😤

Mood

Y/n: are you okay?

Hobi: If by “okay” you mean on the inside I’m just going “AAAAHHHHHH” then yeah, I’m quite okay.

Wait how did I not reblog this?!?!

Severance - BTS OT7 CEO au Chapter 16

So did anybody guess what was on the news? I thought it was rather obvious (it’s getting harder and harder to find gifs I haven’t used)

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“Care to explain this Y/n,” Junmyeon says, reaching for the remote and pressing play.

You feel your world freeze, the newscasters lips moving but the thumping in your ears drowns her out. Footage after footage of your dates, the three maknaes and you at the airport, date stamped proving you played hooky, there was nothing you could say to disprove the videos, not when in every single one they steal a kiss.

Your mouth opens but nothing comes out, not even a breath goes in, you’re stuck. You don’t see anything but the screen where the secret you so desperately wanted to keep was aired out for the world to witness. You don’t see Jongin desperately texting Jimin under the desk, what you do see is the channel cut to a newscaster introducing the last woman you ever expected to see, the shock filling your lungs with air so fast it makes you dizzy. Your eyes sting with tears as she starts talking, was this karma? Was this the universe telling you you made the wrong choice, that you should never have fallen for them, that you were too greedy for their love. Was this the price, the consequences? 

“I think she’s hyperventilating,” the voice sounds muffled, your ears feel like they're full of burning cotton but at least someone has the sense to turn the screen off. Baekhyun fills your vision instead, hands on your shoulders with worried eyes on your form. 

“Cars coming to pick her up, back entrance,” you recognise it's Jongin that’s speaking but the word’s go over your head. 

Someone hands you a tissue but you don’t register the gesture until you hear a sigh. Chanyeol gently wipes your tears away, the stern look on his face softening when you look up at him. The sound of the phone ringing sounds so distant, like it was at the end of the tunnel. Jongin answers it before handing it to Junmyeon.

“Namjoon,” he greets through the line, the sound of his tone cutting through the fog you were drowning in. Joonie, you wanted nothing more than to be buried in his arms away from all this, but he wasn’t here. Whatever he was saying though the line made your current boss stare at you with an accusation that didn’t budge.

“We need to get her out without any more commotion,” he says to the others stiffly after he cuts the call. 

“I’ll sort out the employees,” Kyungsoo states walking out. 

The silence that follows is palpable, the lead CEO breaks it with a sigh, and you know it’s due to the aftermath he would have to deal with because of your decisions. He moves to walk past you, but you grab his sleeve before he can. You try not to flinch under his stare, your hands trembling where they hold him. 

“I’m so sorry,” you say as sincerely as you can through a hoarse whisper. He acknowledges your words with a nod before he leaves. You’re quickly ushered to the corridor by the others, the sight of them shielding you like your own personal bodyguards would make you chuckle on any other day, but you were still shaking like a leaf. 

All that work, all those years of making something of yourself, all the sacrifices and it came to this. Your life exposed to the world in a way that would cause it ruin. Your future at e.xo was done, no other company would ever employ you, you could never go back to work for bangtan. Everything was gone. 

—

“Yeah we’re in the car, we got her out safe,” Seokjin says through the phone while Yoongi drives, his eyes glancing at you with worry. 

A question Namjoon asks on the phone had Jin tensing, looking at you hesitantly. Is she okay?

“She’s not saying anything, she’s just shaking,” he sighs, he wanted to say more, how you were staring at the floor despondently, how when Jin tried to hold your hand to comfort you, you tensed and turned away.

The fear in their hearts that you regretted everything you had with them made Jin pull away, all he could do was be grateful they got to you before the media did, and in the tinted vehicle you were at least safe. 

“It’s safe to go back to the mansion,” Jin tells Yoongi when he hangs up the call.

The drive is silent, they didn’t know what to say, everytime they tried the words died before they could form. Security was back in full force at their estate, running out any media outlet that tried to sneak close, their lawyers were having a field day. Not to mention the commotion at the office as they walked out, the whispers conjugated together so loud, not even Namjoon’s glare could silence them.

The gates open to the estate, and Yoongi can hear his heartbeat thumping faster and faster in his ears, it felt like they were coming to an impasse and there was no going back. The car slows to a stop, and as he kills the engine all they can do is stare at you.

Move. You had to move.

You could hear a faint commotion outside, the three maknaes running towards the car but a stern look from Yoongi stopped them in their tracks. Worry, anticipation, anxiety, no one knew exactly what concoction of emotions paralysed them, what made them hesitate to reach out to you.

“Kitten,” Yoongi starts softly, “you need to talk to us.”

That made you move, the door opening without a word in return. Your legs work against you, feeling like lead on twigs, a second away from collapsing. You couldn’t speak right now, your whole body felt empty and yet the weight of thoughts in your head made you need to bury it. You wanted your bed, you wanted to hide, and you wanted to be alone. 

Yoongi shares a look with Jin, the hurt flashing between both of them at your rejection but they try not to take it to heart. You never wanted your relationship with them made public, not yet at least, you weren’t ready for the backlash, but now the choice was taken from you in the most heinous way. 

“Noona,” Jungkook calls for you gently, a sadness in his eyes at the way you were walking with your head hanging low. Jimin holds him back, understanding better than anyone how you were feeling. He used to do the same, when something went wrong, when he made a mistake, he cut himself off from everyone, it would be a mistake to approach you until you were ready, until the voices in your head either broke you or quietened down. 

The steps to the front door took so much energy from you, you didn’t think you had any left. You could feel them walking behind you at a distance, and yet it didn’t feel far enough or close enough. Something inside of you was tearing its way out and you didn’t know if you wanted to be embraced through it or to suffer it alone the way you had before so many times. 

“Y/n,” Namjoon didn’t get the memo, he tries to embrace you but feels you stiffen against him, letting go immediately to look at your face with worry. “Baby girl, we'll fix this, okay? We-”

You push him away and he looks at you in shock, you didn’t want to hear it right now, you were barely holding yourself together. Voices were pounding inside of your head, the same repeated phrases over and over about how all your work was ruined, it was all for nothing, all your dreams, all your efforts. You couldn’t handle anything right now, you just needed your bed and to cry yourself to sleep alone. 

“Y/n talk to me,” Namjoon says sternly, brows knitted at the way you didn’t even look at him. 

He blocks your path when you try to walk past him, why didn’t he understand what you needed right now? You hear him sigh, as if his patience with you was wearing thin. 

“Baby girl, you always do this,” he says, holding onto your shoulders to ground you, to keep you from leaving him. “You shut yourself down, you punish yourself, you push us away and then you break.”

“You can’t do that anymore sunshine,” Hoseok says standing beside you. “We’re in a relationship, we’re in this together, your pain is our pain Y/n.”

They watch you shake your head, bowing your head down so low as they hear the telltale sniffle that turns into a violent sob. Namjoon is quick to catch you in his arms, hushing your softly, stroking your hair until you calmed. All the while guilt ate him up, this was his fault, he could see it in all of their eyes as they watched you fall apart. 

—

The house was solemn and quiet, you had retreated upstairs to your room, Jimin staying beside you while you slept. 

“We underestimated that bitch,” Yoongi breaks the silence with what they were all thinking. They’re all scattered around the living room, Jungkook sitting deep in thought on the headrest of the sofa, Yoongi on the seat beside him. Namjoon sat opposite them with Hoseok on the armrest, Jin pacing the room slowly while Taehyung sat on the floor with his face in his hands. The black face of the TV on the wall stared at them, taunting them with what it held inside. The face broadcasted alongside yours and theirs was one that they barely remembered, but she had the audacity to be interviewed by any news outlet desperate enough for a story. They didn’t want to turn on the TV and see her face. 

“She signed an NDA,” Namjoon says, a headache forming, “we didn’t think she was going to be a problem.”

“That’s where arrogance gets us,” Jin scoffs.

“Flower worked so hard for so long,” Taehyung says quietly, mourning for you. They all knew it better than anyone. 

“We’ll fix this,” Namjoon states, he wouldn’t rest until they did. 

“Namjoon be real for a second,” Hoseok sighs, “we might not be able to fix it.”

“No company is going to take her without an agenda,” Jungkook pipes in stoically.

“Or without thinking she’s a corporate spy,” Jin agrees. 

“We can’t control everyone and everything,” Hoseok finishes, patting the lead CEO on the shoulder sympathetically. 

“And we definitely can’t ignore a problem away,” Yoongi scoffs, staring daggers into Namjoon. 

“Let’s not start this now,” Jin warns, feeling Namjoon’s guilt from a mile away.

“What does he mean?” Jungkook asks, feeling confused. 

“Namjoon’s been burning threats concerning us,” Yoongi continues accusatively. 

“We never opened those letters,” Namjoon argues back, “we don’t know what they contained.”

“Well we know now,” Yoongi says mockingly. He hated when you were upset, the feeling made his own claws unsheath, ready to tear into anyone who was held responsible. 

“We don’t know the two things are connected,” Hoseok tries to defend their lead. 

“Don’t be stupid Hobi,” Yoongi seethes, “Kitten’s whole career has gone down the drain because of us, what the fuck is she going to do if she finds out?”

“You best hope she doesn’t,” Taehyung snapped, his earlier melancholy now fueled by fear. 

“We can’t keep this from her,” Hoseok shakes his head, disregarding the point.

“She’ll hate us,” Jungkook states, terrified it would manifest before his eyes soon. 

“She’ll be angry at us,” Jin corrects him, “but we have to tell her.”

“Not now, it’s too soon,” Namjoon says quickly, his own fear warping his judgement.

“You should’ve opened one fucking letter,” Yoongi can’t let it go, all of this could’ve been avoided if it wasn’t for Namjoon’s stupid stubbornness. 

“What good is bringing that up now going to do?” Hoseok sighs again. 

“We don’t know if it’s connected!” Namjoon yells exasperated. “What we do know is Shin Suran leaked the photos and the story, and she is going to fucking pay.”

—

“So you’re saying the CEOs fired you because you threatened to expose their relationship to HR?” Solar, the newscaster asks her aghast. 

“Honestly, I didn’t want to expose their… relationship,” she can’t hide the disgust in her voice at the word, “but I was concerned for Y/n’s wellbeing, I thought maybe they were holding her job over her head until I found out she was only entertaining them to climb the corporate ladder.”

Both anchors were shocked, the information sending them reeling.

“I mean what self respecting young woman would sell herself like that? Y/n was never a team player, or very good at her job but somehow she was always favoured by the CEO’s. It should have been obvious really.”

“Wow, that’s a lot of information to unpack Suran,” Solar says. “Aren’t you scared of the repercussions, these are the world’s business leads you’re going up against.”

“I only want to convey the truth,” Suran lies through her teeth. “It isn’t fair that the women who have worked hard and devoted themselves to Bangtan corporations are not appreciated or given the opportunities they deserve.”

“But Miss L/n left bangtan corporations,” the other anchor Hwasa finally speaks after having watched the little snake for so long. Something didn’t sit right with her and this woman’s sickly sweet attitude, it stank of deceit and she wasn’t blind to it. 

“I have it on good information that she was sent to spy on the competition,” Suran’s eyes narrow, not liking her tone of voice. 

“That’s a wild allegation,” Hwasa replies, every bit the professional. “I hope you have the evidence to back it up.”

—

“Bangtan corporations are under serious investigation after allegations of corporate espionage came from their former employee…”

She smiles at the screen plating in front of her, the chaos unravelling in so many wonderful ways. The Sun was shining despite the winter air, how many interviews could she fit into one day? Many it seemed, and while the day was over there was always tomorrow to cause more havoc to your life. Now she would sit and bask in the TV light, watching all of her fire ignite. 

She had only gotten cosy when the doorbell rang to her little flat, groaning as she went to the door to answer it.

“Shin Suran?”

The three piece suit should give away something serious was in the brown paper envelope in his hands but she couldn’t bring herself to show any respect to the figure. She sneered and rolled her eyes, this man might’ve looked intimidating but she was currently on a high from ruining your life, nothing was going to bring her power trip down.

“Wi HaJoon,” he continues in the absence of a greeting, handing her the envelope. “You’ve been served.”

“What?” That elicits a reaction out of her, for some reason she didn’t even contemplate there would be consequences for her actions, deluded into thinking she was untouchable.

“You’re being sued for stalking, defamation and breaking the nondisclosure agreement you signed.”

That wasn’t part of her plan, her jaw drops to the ground and she realises maybe she played her cards all wrong. In the violent web of wanting to destroy your life she didn’t realise all her defences were gone. Maybe he was right after all.

—

When you wake up, the sun begins to set and Jimin’s warmth engulfs you. The feeling is comforting but fleeting, unfortunately real life problems don’t fade just because you’re in his arms. You wanted to bury yourself in his hold, have him take everything away until you were ready to deal with it. Jungkook’s favourite grey sweatshirt swallows you whole, his smell calming your senses, you try to focus on it when your mind tries to swim through the thoughts that wanted you to drown. 

The door creaks open, two figures cautiously peaking in whispering to themselves. When Tae notices you’re awake he takes a seat beside you, caressing your cheek in his palm gently, his thumb soothing your skin. His eyes are downtrodden.

Jungkook kneels on the floor next to you, taking your hand in his and covering it with hard kisses, resting his cheek where they intertwined.

You try to get up but Jimin beside you grumbles in discontent, shuffling closer mumbling something under his breath without opening his eyes. A chaste kiss to your shoulder where the fabric hangs off your skin, lets you know he’s awake but refusing to let you go. The gesture brings a small but genuine smile to your face, one that turns into confusion as the commotion downstairs gets louder.

The younger two give each other knowing glances, one you don’t miss.

“What’s going on?” You ask, voice still hoarse from crying.

The hesitation in both of them fills you with dread. Did something else happen? 

“They’re just trying to sort things out bunny,” Jungkook tries to reassure you, “it’s nothing to worry about.”

Despite Taehyung not wanting you to find out, something sickened him at the idea of keeping secrets from you. He knew how the truth always found its way out, and he knew if you didn’t hear it from them, it would have worse repercussions. 

“Tae?” you could see a storm in his eyes, a battle between the loyalty to the others and his love for you. 

“The hyungs…” he hesitates, Jimin now fully awake and sitting up at his deep uncertain tone. 

Jungkook looks at him imploring him not to say it yet, it was going to be too much to deal with so soon after this morning. You grab Jimin’s arm, pulling yourself up closer to Taehyung who now avoided your gaze.

“Guys what’s going on?”

“I’ve been here with you,” Jimin mumbles half asleep, his hair a soft mess on his head. 

“Kookie?” you turn to the youngest who bites his lips nervously, doe eyes begging you not to ask him. 

“You’re worrying me,” your nerves were shot, the trauma from this morning making you beyond paranoid. What could be worse than this morning, what weren’t they telling you. 

“Jimin, Jungkook and I didn’t know,” Taehyung starts slowly, not wanting to put his hyung’s under the bus but he wasn’t going to let them shoulder the blame when they were innocent. Plus when this was over he had a feeling you would ostracise the older four for a while, he couldn’t handle being a part of that. 

“Didn’t know what?” you ask tentatively, urging him to continue.

“I still don’t know,” Jimin grumbles, getting annoyed with the suspense. 

“Namjoon Hyung has been getting letters,” Jungkook says when Taehyung pauses for too long. He sighs, cursing the hyung’s for keeping this from you when he knew the betrayal would crush you. 

“What letters?” 

Something ticks in Jimin’s brain, his sleep filled eyes going wide with realisation. The other day in the office, when the hyung’s went solemn, it was to do with that?

“We think…” Taehyung tries not to stumble over his words, “they were threats, about you or us, but we don’t know because…”

Threats? You’re sent reeling, did Namjoon know this was coming? And he did nothing to warn you, or confide in you?

“Because what?” you breathe, your voice heavy, eyes watering as your thoughts ran away from you. Jimin places an arm around your shoulders, trying to soothe you.

“He burned the letters before he opened them,” Jungkook finishes, feeling a deep rooted shame for his favourite hyung, and for selling him out. 

“Angel…”

Jimin calls after you as you throw the covers off of you, storming downstairs to confront the men hiding things from you. 

“Sunshine-”

“You’ve been getting threats and you didn’t tell me?” 

They startle at your accusation, as right as it was, the four of them confounded until the younger three stumble in behind you. All four hyungs glance at them disgruntled and disappointed, this was not the way to handle things, the thought was hypocritical but justified in their minds. 

“You didn’t tell me?” Your teary eyes pierce Yoongi with so much sadness, of all of them you never expected him to keep it from you, and for some reason it stung the worst.

“Kitten,” he tries reaching out to you, a vulnerable edge to his voice. He would let you scratch and claw at him until you were satisfied, anything to keep you from looking at him like that again. 

“Babygirl it’s my fault,” Namjoon sighs, taking the edge of his hyung and shouldering all the blame. “I told them not to.”

You turn back to him with anger in your eyes.

“Namjoon you’re the lead at work but that doesn’t make you the lead in this relationship,” you snap. “You had no right to keep this from me!”

“I know,” he says, his voice small.

“How long have you been getting these letters?” You ask and he hangs his head in shame. 

“Months…” he replies, “since you left the company.”

You stare at him appalled and it wounds him.

“You have the gall to tell me how to behave in this relationship Kim Namjoon,” Your voice is strained through the onslaught of angry tears. “And you keep this from me?”

“I didn’t know what the letters said,” he says as an excuse, and he knows it’s a feeble one. 

You shake your head in disbelief.

“I thought you of all people would get it Joonie,” the way your voice breaks cuts through him with shame. “You built everything from the ground up, I admired you long before I loved you. So how the hell could you play with my future like this?”

“Baby girl that was never my intention,” he begs you to understand him now, that he didn’t behave nonchalant with a potential threat, he thought he was doing what was best. 

“It doesn’t matter what your intention was! There was a clear right and wrong, and you know it.”

He bows his head again, you were right, he disrespected you when he didn’t discuss the letters with you, you should’ve made the decision together as to what to do with them. But in his heart he thought he was protecting you, protecting your peace and happiness, but all of that was a bubble set to burst.

“We don’t know that it’s connected beautiful,” Jin steps in between you, speaking as softly as he can knowing you were full of rage and sorrow, but he watched Namjoon take the blow and needed to shield him a little. 

“We don’t know that it’s not,” you argued back. “We have no way of knowing, because instead of talking to me about something unpleasant, you guys decided to bury it.”

“Sunshine, I get that you’re upset-” Hoseok tries but the look of incredulous shock shuts him up.

“Upset?” you repeat, the strain in your voice carrying tears. “Everything I worked for, all my dreams, are gone.” 

It was a struggle to get out every word, having to take a breath between each one, but you were determined to. 

“No company is going to employ me, even if they do I’ll be subjugated to whispers and isolation and we know how that worked out last time.”

You sniffle, wiping your nose and tears with your sleeve. You wanted to appear strong but you were breaking down, didn’t they understand what they had done? Didn’t they care? Or were they so comfortable in their gold seats so far above you they forgot about their struggles on the way there?

“I didn’t join your company to seduce you, I wanted to work hard and make something of myself, maybe start my own company one day, but all of that is gone.”

“Kitten,” Yoongi dares himself to try again, to console you even if you pushed him away. He walks over to you, remembering all the times you seeked him out for comfort. It used to confound the others, how Mr Stoic Stone was the one that you reached for, and even though it was unusual for him to step into those shoes, with you it came so naturally. He wanted to be the one you searched for when you needed soothing, he never wanted to lose that connection he built with you, ever. He knew it was a privilege, one he never took for granted.

He hates the way you look at him now, it breaks his heart, those watering eyes showing how truly hurt you were while you tried to control the trembling of your bottom lip, tried to look strong in front of him. 

“Whatever you think is gone, we can rebuild,” he takes your face in his hands, kissing the top of your head softly before looking into your eyes. “I am so sorry for not telling you, but I promise you whatever dreams you had will come true. It's just going to suck for a while and that’s our fault.” 

“We know better than anyone how hard you work sunshine,” Hoseok smiles at you sadly, regretting not telling you. 

“If you want a company babygirl, we’ll get you a company,” Namjoon’s own voice thick with remorse. “Whatever you want.”

“There’s enough space in the office for another desk,” Jimin tries to lighten the mood with a teasing lilt to his voice, but he’s not joking at all. “No one would dare to whisper about our angel CEO.”

You shake your head, removing Yoongi’s hold on you. They didn’t get it. You’ve worked for everything you had, it was how you had always been. You didn’t want to be handed a title you didn’t earn, or have your powerful boyfriends buy positions for you. 

“Why would that be such a bad idea, beautiful?” Jin asks softly. “You’re more than capable.”

“I don’t need anyone thinking I slept my way to the top,” you scoff. 

“Who cares what other people think, Kitten?” Yoongi sighs. “No one can deny you deserve a CEO position.”

You shake your head again, breathes of humourless laughter escaping your lips. They really didn’t get it. It was so easy to say that when you were untouchable to people’s words. 

“You guys made the decision by yourselves to keep this from me,” you state, not looking at them but to the ground. “My career has nothing to do with you, whatever happens next is my choice.”

“Kitten-”

“You don’t have the right Yoongi,” you try to keep the anger out of your voice. “None of you do right now. I need to figure this out alone.”

“Are you breaking up with us?” Jungkook asks in a panic, not moving from the doorway, he would block your exit, he would fall to his knees and beg you to stay. 

“No,” you reassure him with a syllable. “I love you, I always will, I’m just angry right now.”

“And you have every right to be,” Namjoon agrees solemnly. 

“I just have one last thing on my mind,” you frown, an obvious question was left unanswered. 

You face Namjoon, knowing he would hold the answer.

“You destroyed the letters before opening them,” it’s not a question but it sounds like one. 

He nods, wondering where you were going with this. 

“So how did you know they were threats?”

He hesitates, trying to build up the courage to tell you how he knew exactly who they were from. 

“The return address,” Jin answers for him. “It was from the penitentiary.”

The realisation hits you, and for some reason it makes the whole situation so much worse. The accusation in your eyes returns as you gaze at Namjoon. He knew exactly what he was dealing with when he got rid of those letters, and looking at you now he knew he would have to beg for your forgiveness. 

—

Bonus scene flashback:

Dear Kim Namjoon,

You haven’t responded to the last 6 letters I have sent, so either you’re not taking me seriously, or you haven’t read a single one. Both choices are not in anyone’s best interest, I don’t think you realise the situation you’ve put me in, I have nothing to lose. 

The deadline is approaching for you to transfer the funds and secure my release. I am not spending years in jail because of your jealousy. Enclosed are copies of the images I will release to the media, I bet you’re wondering how I was able to get these when you locked me away. 

It seems I’m not the only one you thought you could cross and toss away. For your sake, I hope you make the right choice.

I look forward to hearing from you,

Alexander Pettyfer

“They haven’t responded to a single one of your stupid letters, what makes you think they will now?” Suran scoffs at the news that he sent another. 

“Just be patient,” he replies, the usually clean cut male looking rugged and rough. “We need something out of this other than just ruining their lives.”

“Look, the images I got are proof enough about what that whore is doing, I say we release them.”

“Not yet!” The rise in his voice gets the guards attention, and he takes a deep breath to calm down. Stupid woman didn’t know when to listen, it was unfortunate that he had to use her, although he should count his blessings the day she came and visited for the first time with an idea to take the CEOs down. 

Ahhh I love this fic!!!!

I want to be with you | pjm

☆summary : moving to Seoul has always seemed like a good idea, until the bubble bursts when you realize your new neighbor is Park Jimin, and he’s not the sweet angel you’ve always imagined him to be. Will the reality of Park Jimin forever be a nightmare, or will he turn into a sweet dream?

☆pairing: Park Jimin x female reader

☆rating: 18+

☆genre: strangers (fan) to friends to lovers, idol!au; fluff, some slight angst, smut

☆warnings: cheating ex, mention of a parent dying, asshole jimin for a few moments, a tiny little bit of jealousy, alcohol consumption, throwing up (jimin and reader both be messy but they have other qualities I swear), explicit stuff: oral sex (female receiving), edging, fingering, badly written dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it babes), slightly dom! jimin, a little bit of spanking??, reader is shy and awkward and might give you a little bit of secondhand embarrassment, sad love confession

☆word count: 32.5k words (the funny thing is I edited to take out some stuff and ended up having a longer word count lmao)

☆a/n: Wow, I am so excited to finally share this with you. Before you read, I just want to warn you that English is not my first language, and I also have slight dyslexia. So, if there are any typos, feel free to tell me so I can edit them out! I hope you will all enjoy <3 (I have read it so many times that I hate it now but, yeahhh hopefully it doesn’t suck). Also, I usually exclusively write badass characters, and I tried to make the reader a softie sooo sorry if I failed hahahaha

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