Devotion (M)

Devotion (M)

Word Count: 5,885 // angst (toxic relationship, friends to lovers, yandere behavior, possessiveness, jealousy, mention of physical harm, mention of neglect), smut (rough sex/slight dub-con, fingering, omorashi, asphyxiation, forced creampie), no fluff

Childhood friend!Taehyung X Childhood friend!Reader

Summary: You and Taehyung were inseparable once. When you come back to your hometown after three years, fate pulls you back to him. And this time, Taehyung won’t ever keep his eyes off of you. 

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Pairing: Yandere!Sub!Jungkook x Fem!Dom!Reader Genre: Smut, Yandere Word Count: 5.4K Rating: M (18+) Synopsis: You had only touched Jungkook once before; a greeting and a farewell all in one motion. Just one night and you would never see him again—you promised. Nearly a month had passed and he couldn’t take it anymore. The memory of your touch, fading with each passing minute. So there he was, despite his better judgement, calling you again. Warnings: Obsessive, possessive and manipulative behavior, masturbation (M), stalking, kleptomania, dominant and submissive dynamics (y/n is a bit yandere too…you’ll see), dirty talk, cursing, so much teasinggg, degradation, humiliation, orgasm denial (whiney needy Koo wants to nut so bad), finger sucking, begging, gagging with lingerie (whew boy), rough body marking, rough unprotected sex, creampie. 

A/N: This is one of the many fics that’s sat in my WIPs for months and months. Good news…I finally mustered up the creativity to finish it! A big thank you to @sombreboy​, who gave me lots of positive reinforcement along the way—chu chuu ♡ I hope you all enjoy, please lmk if you love it!

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Shy oc trying to study at the library but jk bugs her out and then fucks her in the corner whispering you have to stay quiet

Anonymous said: skirt with no panties, exhibitionism, jk ? ;>> so excited ty

Anonymous said: creampie + going out w it leaking + jk ahhhhh!!!!

i combined these three together and kindaaa changed it up a bit? i rlly hope u don’t mind🥺

study sessions with jungkook started out pretty tame and normal. just generally him attempting to maintain as focused as possible so as not to bother you. you keeping your eyes glued to your notebook and only making eye contact when completely necessary because your boyfriend just loved giving you flirty looks and goofy smiles every chance he could.

however, cute study dates were long gone and kicked to the curb when you wore that super cute new skirt you’d recently gotten to one of your study dates. jungkook thought it was cute, too cute. he let you know after he kissed you in greeting the second you were at arms length of him. in fact, he continuously whispered it into your ear, how much he liked it. how gorgeous you looked that day. how nice your legs looked. how he couldn’t wait to finish this damn chapter and show you just how much he liked it.

so it was really expected when your plan of slipping jungkook a small, scribbled note of torn paper as he’s silently reading over the text, one that read that you weren’t wearing any panties, ends up in a much more extreme route than you would’ve previously imagined.

“jungkook—jungkook please-“

you went sur exactly what you were begging for. begging for his attention, for him to look at you so that you could tell him that this most definitely wasn’t the place for him to have his hand up your skirt. or if you were begging for him to bend you over the shelf that was digging into your back and fuck you.

“i can’t believe you,” he whispers into your neck. it was easy access, the flimsy skirt doing nothing to stop his fingers from spreading your wetness apart and pushing a finger in. it slid in with no problem. your cheeks flushed from both embarrassment and arousal. “going out in this skirt without any panties? are you fucking kidding me, __?”

“i-i—“ you stutter quietly, hands grasping at his shoulders. your head leans back and thuds quietly against the wooden surface as he bites onto a certain spot in the crook of your neck.

“shh, just turn around baby.”

that has your eyes fluttering open. you thought this was it. just a little teasing and kissing in the back, and maybe, just maybe, he’d fuck you in the backseat of his car. but obviously that wasn’t the case when his hands tug on your hips harshly and spin your body to face away from him, and you pray to any higher beings that no one can hear the sound his zipper makes when he undoes his jeans.

“jungkook, we can’t. someone will walk by,” you almost plead, but your body is somehow simultaneously bending forward as the words leave your mouth. your words say one thing but your body is very much willing.

“shit—“ you whisper, chin dropping down and eyes fluttering shut. you were fucked, both literally and metaphorically. but jungkook seemed to trust in your ability to keep quiet, that or he just completely didn’t care at this point. you could tell all he could think about was your warm cunt slowly covering him with your warmth through the deep sigh he lets out.

you’d caught a couple once making out in this darker corner of the library, to which jungkook later informed you that this was the ‘couple’ corner of the library where students, perhaps even teachers snuck about. however, you always thought that making out was the limit. clearly, jungkook wanted to push way past that.

“quiet.”

that’s all jungkook whispers before he starts moving.

your eyes squeeze shut and you brace yourself as he starts moving. he’s quick and fast and he has to finish this because he’ll be damned if anyone catches him balls deep in his girlfriend, but he just couldn’t help himself. you were out in public, wearing a short skirt, and without any panties in. he was losing his mind.

“you’re so fucking dirty,” he whispers in your ear, breath getting harsher and movements growing stronger. “letting me fuck you like this. you like it.”

your eyes roll back as he continues spewing delicious filth in your ear about how filthy you are, how good you feel around his cock. how he’s gonna ruin you the second he has you alone. you reach back with a shaky hand, forehead sticking to the bookshelf as you let out uneven breaths.

“jungkook,” your hand grapples for his wrist because you need to hold onto him to let him know that you can’t control yourself anymore. you can’t hold back with the way he’s lodging his cock so deep into your cunt with every thrust. fuck fuck fuck.

your eyes roll back into your head the second his hand covers your mouth, his large and sweaty palm muffling the choked back sound that slips through your lips as your pussy squeezes him, legs growing shaky and just on the verge of falling to the ground but he’s holding onto you so tightly it’s bordering on suffocating.

his forehead presses to the back of your head and his other hand grips your hips harshly as his cum seeps into you. you have half a fucked mind to think that you’ll always have this memory, your boyfriend cumming inside you in the back of the library where literally anyone could walk by. and you’re loving every second of it.

he’s zipping back up and pulling your skirt back down in seconds before he’s grabbing your hand, a bit hastily but you’re so bleary eyed and fucked out you can’t even focus at the moment. it’s only when you’re standing right next to the table you were previously sat on as he’s grabbing both your things to leave that you notice the girl with that was sat right across from your, staring at you with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

and of course, it was then that your body regains sensation and you feel something trickle down the inside of your thigh.

Haunted.

You should've believed your landlord when she said the apartment was haunted.

Warnings: So many voyeurism scene. Fingering, Non con/ dub con. PLEASE DONE READ IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU. Probs messy cus this was a really really old fic.

Content Disclaimer; This is a dark fic, containing non-consensual/dubious-consensual elements or other triggering topics. Please don't read it you find this triggering or not entertaining in any sort of way. Please don't read if you are below 18 years old. I don't condone any of the actions written below, all of these are purely fiction and fantasy. This does not have any related events with the living nor the dead. This also doesn't relate to anybody that were mentioned in real life. This is fiction. All reader inserts are legal age.

When you first moved in, you didn't have to buy any furniture since the house was fully furnished. This means all you had to do was pack your clothes and you're ready to go. Mrs. Choi, the landlord, helped you with your belongings and carried them into the apartment. Though she didn't need to, you were very capable of doing it yourself.

She said she wanted to help you move out if any complications happen in the future. She was really doubting your stay there, and it honestly annoyed you that this woman was constantly telling you that you can change your mind. You find her behaviors quite peculiar. She was a fidgety old woman, always looking around her surroundings as if something was going to jump on her. It may be because of her age who knows.

You were never going to. There isn't any better place in Seoul than this apartment. The price was promising.

You had your plans laid out perfectly.

With cheap rent, you’re able to pay your tuition fees without a huss, you’ve got a part-time job that pays quite well and there was a little extra you could save for a month too. You got lucky this time, stumbling upon an apartment this cheap and you couldn’t have found it anywhere else. The apartment was clean, it was a little bit old but the maintenance seemed great enough. The security was great. Everything was just perfect.

Everything is going well so far.

“Can I ask you something?” You turned your heads towards your landlord as she stopped explaining how the building works. The woman stopped in her tracks with her hands on her back as she slouched slightly.

“Sure, anything, dear...” She replied with a soft smile on her face. You glance at the apartment again and looked back at her, “You have any question about the apartment?” You nodded as you kept walking around the house, soon to be your house.

“This apartment is quite well-managed and everything seems fine, I’m just curious about why the rent is so cheap? I mean in Seoul places like this are one in a million...” You stated, looking at the clean furniture with questions roaming around in your head, “The other placed I looked at had urine stains on the couch... I’m not complaining... I’m just really curious, it’s a really nice apartment” You laughed slightly but the woman stayed quiet.

“Do you believe in ghosts?” Her usual soft expression changed as her brows furrowed, looking at you sternly. You started to feel slight discomfort by her stare as you chuckled nervously at her, shaking your head, “Whether you believe it or not, this place is haunted”

You didn’t believe in ghosts, but what you do know is that landlords don’t just go around saying places is haunted to a potential renter. It’s just weird in general. Plus, this place doesn’t exactly scream ‘Haunted’ to you. They previous renters must have been really superstitious to let this dime go.

“Nobody stays here long, I need to have food in my stomach to be able to live. That’s why the rent is so low” The woman said nonchalantly, a blank expression on her face as you stayed quiet, not wanting to hear any of her absurd ghost stories.

“I’ll just pay now, you can go” You didn’t mean to sound rude but she honestly didn’t seem like a stable person to be honest, judging by the way her mood changes rapidly in a few minutes.

The woman shrugged as she accepted your money.

She heads towards the door but stops just when she was about to close it.

“Call me when you don’t feel like staying here... They love girls like you” Your eyes widened slightly at the claim as her laughs echoes in the hallway.

What the fuck?

When she left you laughed to yourself at the story she was trying to scare you with. You started to settle in maybe take a rest after organizing your stuff.

Maybe tomorrow you can start decorating.

.

No paranormal activities were happening, so you knew she was just pulling at pisser at you.

You didn't believe in ghosts, you were a woman of logic. You do, however, believe people's imagination tends to run wild when they become paranoid about something.

Like the crazy man that lives next door.

.

You remembered the day that you fully settled in, you were going to work. When you exited your apartment, you saw a man standing creepily at his doorway. It was as if he was waiting for you to leave.

"You won't be staying long, trust me. They all leave" His voice sent chills down your spine, you avoided his gaze entirely because you were afraid he might attack you or something like that. The man looks like he was barely mentally stable and he also looks like he hasn't slept in years. He was slobbish, his hair was all over the place, his clothes look dirty. He honestly looks like a junkie.

You didn't know how to react so you just gave him a small smile as you ignored his words. You locked the door and made your way towards the elevator.

You weren't even halfway near the elevator when you suddenly feel a firm grasp on your shoulders as they turned you around.

Your heart pounded as you see the man next door, holding you so tight, it was as if he didn't want to let you go. Your eyes widened when he stared in your eyes deeply, burning them into your soul.

You were scared for your life, and you were considering buying pepper spray to keep this man away from you. You couldn't move, you were so terrified that your body froze entirely.

"Nothing dead… Stays dead... Be careful, you live in a hell hole. You won't be staying long, they all leave... They all leave!" He repeated himself over and over again, shaking your body in his hands wildly, as you felt tears forming in your eyes out of fear.

He stopped.

He stopped shaking you, he removed his hands from your body. He stayed silent, his eyes stared into nothingness.

He turned his back as he made his way to his home.

"What the fuck…" You cursed to yourself, as you paced towards the elevator. Pushing the buttons violently as your eyes never left his door. You were afraid he might come out and attack you once again. The elevator opened, you entered inside, closing the door immediately.

You left your apartment, holding your phone in your hands as you dialed the emergency number to report him.

Your shoulders ached, it looks like it was going to form a large bruise on your skin.

You sighed, still terrified of the encounter.

You tried to forget about it since you were late for work. You didn't want this man to ruin everything.

You hoped the authorities had taken him in because you don't plan on living beside a mad man for the rest of your life.

.

Your day at the coffee shop was fine. You didn't exactly hate doing your job, it wasn't boring. You loved to see the types of people coming to the cafe, seeing their attitude, their personality.

Even the rudest one, they entertained you.

Though your shift had come to an end and it was time for you to make your way back home.

You just hoped that the man was gone.

As you went up to your floor, you noticed the crowd of people had formed next to your home. It seems like your neighbors were there, and a couple of policemen as well.

You sighed in relief, as you walked towards the policemen to ask if he was taken in.

"Are you Y/F/N? Were you the one who made the report?" He asked you as you nodded slowly. The policeman pulled you away from the crowd, taking out his notebook. "Is it okay if I ask you a couple of questions ma'am?"

You nodded once again, as he wrote down a few stuff in his notebook.

"Can I ask you, what exactly did Mr. Lee here do to you?"

"He umm… He was saying some nonsense to me, it wasn't a threat or anything… But he... He attacked me, it left bruises on my shoulders" You took off your jacket, showing him the purple bruise that had formed largely overtime. You were shocked that they had gotten that bad. The policeman nodded, as he asked for permission to snap pictures of the injury.

"Did he say anything when he attacked you? Anything… because sometimes he might have left certain types of hints to attack you again in the future"

"Well… He said a few things. He always seems to repeat how I'm not going to stay here long and that's just it He keeps telling me to leave" The policeman raised his eyebrows, scribbling your answer in his note.

"Is there any reason to provoke him like this? Did you fight with him earlier? Something? Motives?"

"I live next door, apartment 64 to be exact. I moved here yesterday and if you don't believe me, you can ask my landlady she was the one who helped me move. This man just came out of nowhere" His eyes widened, as he stopped writing. He stared at you in shock.

"You live there?" He pointed towards your apartment door, you nodded sheepishly feeling a little self-conscious with the way he said it. "No offense ma'am, but don't you know what happened in there?"

"I didn't feel like googling it, it would just make me question my safety even though I'm pretty sure my house is completely safe. I don't get why everybody is making a huge fuss about the place being haunted, I don't even have trouble sleeping last night" You stressed, as the officer chuckled nervously. "But now I'm just curious about this horror story people often talk about"

"It was a murder-suicide back in the 1940s, there were two men that lived there. Both of them were best friends, enlisted in the army together. Never left each other's side since they were born in an orphanage. All I know about the case was that one of the man got crazy and killed his buddy, and then he killed himself after that. Talk about BFFs…" Well, Mrs. Choi had surely left that detail out to you. You still didn't plan on changing your mind, you still didn't believe in ghosts.

Everybody's just delusional.

He kept going on and on about people's experiences in the apartment. You honestly just listened because he was helping you, and you felt like you needed to hear his useless rambles.

You were just glad that the man next door was gone and taken to the hospital.

The reports said he was actually mentally unstable, and nobody had taken notice until you did. Talk about people minding their own business.

You went inside your house, ignoring the whispers and stares that you got from your neighbors.

You were planning to call your mother. Telling her what happened to you today. At least she would understand that the ghost stories were nothing but to scare little children away. Though she would definitely force you to come back to her house and leave Seoul. It would be a good idea not to call and make her panic about your safety.

You showered, cleaned yourself, ate a few snacks before going to bed. You honestly were pissed off at the dead men that made your life much more complicated.

"Well, guys… I hope you made your living days worth it because I can't stand the people's stories about the two of you" You stated into the nothingness, as you got ready to head to bed. Wearing your silk nightgown as you got comfortable in the covers. The attire was a bit revealing but, there was no one around and you closed all your windows. The man was gone, and you needed to feel the breeze on your bare skin to make you calm, “I’m sorry to all the stuff that happens to you... Jungkook...? And Jimin?” You called out their names, recalling the police officers mentioning it to you.

Little did you know, two men you apologized to was standing right beside your bed looking down at you with ear to ear smiles carving up on their lips.

“Thanks...” One of them whispered... Hands lingering on your figure... “Pretty...”

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Religion allows you to live with the knowledge of the afterlife. In some ways, it’s comforting. It’s comforting to know that after death, there isn’t just darkness and oblivion. People also believed that there was a place that you could have anything you want— beautiful angels, gods and goddesses, everything. But everything has a balance. Life or death can’t be perfect, one scale can’t overpower the other, it must be the same.

On top of the highest sky, lies Heaven. But beneath the lowest ground lies the hottest, burning Hell. Torture, ugly creatures, punishments and you can name the most horrible thing and they’re there.

Hell is for the worst human beings that lived on earth, murderers, rapists, criminals— that’s the place for them. Nothing can justify their way to heaven.

But then, there’s the Veil. The place wasn’t officially recorded in the holy books but rumors that were flying around were enough to make believers believe in the false place. But is it false?

The Veil was a place that separated the afterlife and the living. They say it’s like a big, heavy curtain that lies between the living and the dead. People say, the ones who made it through the veil has a second chance in life to find a body to reincarnate to, but others say, something far more sinister will happen when you open it.

But then, it’s just a rumor. Nothing in the world could possibly prove it, right?

.

Jeon Jungkook opened his eyes, expecting to be in a dark abyss, looking through the oblivion alone. He thought he would continue sleeping with his eyes wide open, but instead… He was greeted with a burned orange wall, decorated with patterns of flowers. Little shelves and succulents were placed on top of it. A rack, full of books that one would never read.

He was back in his home… Somebody had summoned him.

He didn't get what summoning was at first. Surely, he thought he was fully dead.

But that's the thing… He wasn't

The concept of spirits was, they'll appear when you say their name -- meaning that you wanted them to be seen, to be heard… By you.

Jungkook wasn't sure anymore, he only listened to his friend's theory.

Jungkook walked aimlessly in the house, seeing how different it was when the last tenant had lived here. The decorations had more colors, more… Plants. It hurts his eyes, even though the room was dark he could see everything clearly.

Then he felt the warmth behind him.

His friend was awakened too.

"Jungkook?" His voice was confused, as he takes a look at his surroundings. Not being used to the bright colors and overdramatic decorations. Surely, he was glad to see him, to see Jimin. They spent their time in the dark abyss, all by themselves. Nobody was there with them, not until they were summoned, they were very much alive, even though they were dead.

"Jimin…" Something wonderful about it, they were able to feel, they were able to touch, everything about them was alive-like. It was comforting. Though, death tends to mess with those who mess with it. Jimin and Jungkook knew they weren't supposed to be spirits, it was impossible. Death was to be the end of their lives, but no… Here they are, lingering around in a place they can never escape.

They couldn't leave their own house, every time they do, they were thrown back inside. It was like an endless loop.

More than eighty years, they had wondered, why they were the ones that were still existing. Why didn't they go to heaven or hell? Their death was a mystery, they were sure of it. Constant rumors flying around about their deaths. They know it was only to cover it up.

Maybe that was the source of their soul roaming in their house pointlessly.

Jimin and Jungkook, embraced each other with a bone-crushing hug. They tend to do it every time they see each other, every time they were summoned. They were always there for each other, until the end of the line.

It's a never-ending line for what it seems like.

"Who's trespassing this time?" Jimin growled as he continued to walk around the house, searching for the bastard that lives in his house. They had always hated when there were new people around, they wanted to be the only ones here. They were the ones who bought this house, saved their pennies to live together. It was frowned upon back then, but Jimin didn't care, he loved Jungkook with all his life.

Death had made them malevolent. They were immoral, ruthless. They have been good with each other, but not with the people that stepped inside their territory.

They ushered away every single one of them, making them shit themselves as they pack their back to leave the hell hole, as they would call it. But some were stubborn…

They needed a more violent solution.

Jimin and Jungkook had always thought, 'they were never good to us... So why would we be good to them?'

He didn't remember how he died, but he sure as hell knows it wasn't a pretty one.

They walked towards the master bedroom, which used to be Jimin’s. That made him more furious.

Jungkook opened the door quietly, not wanting the person to wake up.

Though they were greeted with a rather enticing sight.

"Well… Why don't you look at that, Jimin?" A woman, sprawled on top of the bed, wearing nothing but a thin silk nightgown, her backside facing the air. The slight hint of her plump flesh, peeking out of the gown. Both of the men couldn't deny it didn't make their mouths drool.

"Well, we never had anyone like her… Had we? I'd say we have some fun before she leaves huh, Jungkook?"

Jungkook nodded, as both of them left the room. Closing the door behind them slowly. They grinned sinisterly, as the vanished into the thin air. All of the other tenants were either old, married, or men. Women were too scared to live inside their house, afraid of what might come in the dark of night as they sleep alone in their bed. They were just glad this one was brave enough to play with fire.

They planned to make their grand appearance early in the morning.

They also planned to do a lot of things for their new toy, unspeakable things…

.

"She's a sight for sore eyes, ain't she, Kookie?" The two men preyed on your body hungrily as their eyes drank your body like a tall glass of water. Jungkook inspects every single droplet of water that cascaded down your skin, the light that shines through the little window and hits the swell of your breast beautifully. The soft supple skin that Jimin desperately wants to bite into, leaving a devilish mark that would claim you to be his, and Jungkook’s.

They didn't have a problem sharing… They shared everything.

"I can't stand here and watch Jimin... She's right in front of us, all for taking" Jungkook's pupils dilated, as he saw the soft flesh of your cunt as you bend down to clean your toes. A large tent had formed in both of their trousers, begging to be released. Though as Jungkook tried to step towards you, making himself known, Jimin gripped his forearm and stopped him from moving any further. Jungkook grunted, yanking his arms back as he glared at his friend.

"What!?"

"Wait… Jungkook, hold on. Let's just enjoy the show. We'll have her soon enough… We don't want her to leave so soon, do we?" Jimin said as he palmed himself through his trousers, his eyes never leaving your body. Jungkook nodded understandingly, as he continued to admire your nudity.

Jimin smirked at his friend, lowering his trousers down to the ground and taking off his briefs, letting his cock sprung up to his stomach. His long and thick dick oozed with precum, veins bulging on his shaft.

"Soon enough she'll have a face full of our cum, Kookie. She'll be our little cum bin"

They were unknown to you, you didn't notice them because they were invisible unless they make themselves visible. Jungkook and Jimin stood there, right in front of you and you didn't even notice a single thing. Not even their presence.

You'll never know when or where they will be creeping behind you.

You went home after work, sighing after you threw all of your belongings on the counter.

You made yourself dinner, ate alone, watch a couple of movies on Netflix to get your mind off the stories about your house that people constantly told you about. It went pretty well, you don't have to be afraid, you were able to protect yourself and nothing could bring you down.

At least that's what you tell yourself to be more confident.

As you searched through Netflix for a good show, you suddenly heard someone knocking on your door violently.

"What the fuck is happening now… Don't these things ever stop?" You cursed to yourself, as you felt the hint of fear creeping inside you. You were doubting whether or not you should open. Maybe you should pretend you weren't even there and it would stop.

"Help… Help! Please! Somebody? I'm hurt… 64! Please, I live next door… 63. Please!" A voice of a man pleaded as he violent banged your door. You stayed quiet, eyeing the knife in the kitchen counter as you took it for protection. You slowly approached the door, the knife in your hand. You peeked through the hole, seeing an injured man limping in front of your door. "I was at the club a couple of blocks from here… This drunk dude… He just swung at me for no reason, I think I left my keys back at the club… I could've gone to the hospital but it was too far. Please, I don't mean any harm… I'm coughing up blood and it's freaking me out!"

"I have a gun, don't try anything or I will shoot!" You lied as you gripped the knife behind your back, hiding it as you opened the door slowly. He was convincing enough, maybe he was genuinely hurt.

"Thank you… Just, please... Help me. I'll be out of your way soon" He looked more terrible then what you've seen, there was blood all over his shirt and his face was covered in cuts and bruises.

He must be a resident because non-residents couldn't get through the elevator without an access card.

"What the hell happened to you?" You questioned worriedly, taking him in your arms as you helped him to the sofa. "Stay here while I go and grab the first aid"

This was wrong on so many levels. You should've called the ambulance, or the police… Though he seems to be in a very bad situation, it looks like he needed immediate medical attention.

You made your way to the kitchen, keeping an eye at the man. You've never seen him before, though you don't really see anybody here.

He thrashed on the sofa out of pain, groaning and grunting over and over. You took the first aid and rushed towards him.

"What's your name?" You asked the man, as he looks at you hesitantly as you wiped the blood off his forehead, trying to clean the cuts. "This looks deep… I need to stitch this up, don't worry I'm qualified"

You wiped the antiseptic spray on his cut, but the blood keeps seeping through it. You searched for the needle and the thread, but it seems like it wasn't in the kit.

"Sorry, wait for a second… I left something in my room. Keep pressure on the cut so the blood doesn't seep through" You stood up, making your way towards the room. You heard shuffling behind you, but you ignored it and continued walking.

"That's not necessary, doll… I'm fine" You turned your head back towards the man, and what you saw made you gasp in shock. "Such a pretty little thing…"

The man, who was injured was completely fine. His clothes were clean, his face didn't have any cuts. Your eyes turned towards the knife that was far away from you, you were defenseless.

"What the fuck is going on?!" You shouted as you back away from him, but every step you took, he seems to be closer and closer. You were fully terrified, confused as to what was happening. How did he clean himself so quickly? Who was he?

"Now… Now… Doll, we don't tolerate that language… Hmm? Do you want to be punished? Do you want to see your ass red and sore as we beat it until you're crying on our laps?" You jumped when you feel yourself bumping into something… Or rather someone.

Your lips trembled as you turned around, seeing another man in your house. You couldn't utter a single thing anymore, you were speechless. You could only whimper in fear as the men approached you.

"That's much better sweetheart… Though I do enjoy a good scream when I fuck you hard and rough" It couldn't be… No, the stories weren't true… Ghosts aren't real. You kept telling yourself the same thing over and over again, you didn't want to accept the impossible.

"It always works, huh? Jungkook? 'Get help' has been our go-to act… People just keep being dumber and dumber as they go on…" The man holds you by your neck, almost restricting the air that was flowing through your lungs. It wasn't enough to make you suffocate, but it was enough to make you lightheaded.

"W-who are you…?" Your voice was restrained, the brunet caresses your cheeks lightly, the sinister smile never leaving his face.

"Who do you think, doll?" He paused as he chuckled darkly, his face nearing yours. The other man turned to the side, as he licks your earlobe in an attempt to be seductive. You tried to squirm away as bites your earlobe lightly, pulling it as he released his teeth. The man that was holding you lowered down his hand as he gripped your ass violently, clawing his fingers in the flesh.

The man lowered his head towards your ear, as he licked the same spot the other man did, He whispers as it sends chills down your spine. "Sweetheart… We're the monsters the people had always talked about…"

Fear was the only thing that was running through your mind right now -- your unconscious mind to be exact. You were completely horrified that you find yourself fainting, your head pounding as your vision filled with stars. Your body swayed slightly, the voice of the men slowly fading away. Your head hits the floor as you were now in complete darkness.

"Well… Why don't you look at that Jungkook? She can't even handle us… And we've barely begun" Jimin grinned as he picked up your limp body taking it towards your room -- or rather, his. Jungkook trailed behind him closely, as he watched your body being laid on top of the mattress, sprawled beautifully.

Both of the men were old-they’ve existed for hundreds of years, sure… But they can't lie their years on living was spent on women and work. Mostly women. They weren't saints. They knew how to handle a woman properly and they knew how to make them feel good.

When a beautiful girl like you moved in, they were predatory. They want nothing more than to completely ruin you.

"How do we wake her up?" Jungkook asked his best friend, as he climbed on the bed and stared at your unconscious face deeply, admiring every little thing that was carved into your pretty little head. Jimin motioned Jungkook to join your other side, and Jungkook quickly scurried beside you.

"Take her clothes off, Jungkook. Let's see what we have" Even though Jimin and Jungkook had seen you naked in the shower, they still hadn't had hands-on experience with your body. They were desperately waiting to touch every single part of your body, mark them as theirs.

Jungkook slowly held the cotton material of your tank top in his fingers, riding them up to your stomach as they got up to your breasts. He didn't fully take them off, he left it there, above your chest because of the sight was much more erotic than he had expected. Jungkook could see that Jimin had agreed.

"Well, take the bra off, will you? I'm sure you can rip it off… You're stronger than me" Jimin stated, as Jungkook chuckled slightly. Jungkook held the center core of your bra, easily ripping them off as it exposed your breasts. "Fuck… Kookie, why don't you look at that"

Jimin lowered her head on the supple flesh, taking the areola in his mouth as he swirled his tongue on the skin. Jungkook pupils dilated when he saw his best friend's sudden action as he immediately mirrored his action. Jungkook licks the hardening nipple, nipping and biting as he felt you stirring slightly. Both the men moaned, as they completely devoured your soft tits in their mouths.

"For an unconscious girl, she sure is responsive"

"I can do this all day" Jungkook muttered as he sucks the blood towards the surface of her breast, drawing a huge mark just underneath her nipple. "Such a sweet girl"

Jimin lifted his head up, and so did Jungkook. Both of them smile slightly as they saw the mark that both of them planted on her breast. Their cocks pulsing in their trousers when they see you in this state.

"Wonder what's happening down south?" Jimin grinned cheekily, as Jungkook immediately ripped opened her pants and pulled them down, throwing it away somewhere in the room.

"Look at that, Jimin…" Jungkook licks his lips as he saw the polka dot panties that you wore had a small patch of wetness on it. "She's fucking wet"

Jimin motioned Jungkook to have a go first, as Jungkook lowered his head towards you cunt. Jungkook moaned as he inhaled the sweet musk of your wet pussy through your panties.

He lifted his fingers as he touched the wet spot, rubbing it on his fingertips.

Jimin watched your reaction, seeing how your eyebrows furrowed and you whimpered silently, your head moving.

You were waking up.

Jimin quickly made an illusion of a kitchen knife in his hands, one of the perks of being a ghost. He held it up towards your neck as he saw your eyes fluttering open.

"What…?"

"If you even moved ever so slightly, I'll slash your fucking throat open. Stay quiet, don't move" Your eyes widened as you recalled what happened earlier, you felt the tears quickly forming as you felt the sharp material held up against your throat. If you moved even the slightest bit, you would be cut.

You felt the peculiar sensation on your clit. You felt the dampened panties on your pussy, as you questioned yourself on what had happened. Why had your body decided to betray you and give in to these men?

"P-please… Don't… Don't touch me" You whispered, as you stared into the man's eyes, pleading for him to stop. He just smiled, lowering his head towards your ear.

"But darling… It's clear that you're enjoying it… Kookie’s making you feel good aren't you?" You squealed as you felt Jungkook's fingers come in contact with your bare cunt, rolling the bud in his fingertips violently. You couldn't suppress the moan that came out of your mouth, your mind was filled with fear, disgust, and arousal. Though it couldn't exactly focus on one emotion.

Suddenly, you felt his finger entering you, even though it was just one finger, it stretched you greatly. You bucked your hips, as he moved his digit in your pussy in and out. Your cunt was drenched and you couldn't do anything about it.

"Please…" You didn't know if you were begging him to stop or to continue. Either way, you didn't have a choice.

"Such a beautiful cunt… All ours" Jungkook kept adding his fingers as he moved it violently, completely destroying your pussy. Your eyes rolled back, as your toes clenched. You moaned loudly as you felt the pit in your stomach forming, as you arch your back.

Jimin chuckled, removing the make-shift knife out of his sight, as he patted your hair and encouraged you to cum.

"Good isn't it darling… Hmm? Cum… Cum for us…" Jungkook kept his eyes on you the entire time, enjoying your reaction to him pleasuring you. You didn't know what was happening to you, how can you submit to them almost immediately. They did it without your consent and you didn't even know them, or what they were going to do to you. The thought made you shivered as you felt your orgasm nearing.

"Jungkook! Oh my... Jungkook, Fuck!" You released your juices on his fingers, as he scooped it on his fingers and showed them to his friend.

"Taste it, Jimin..." Jimin took Jungkook’s fingers in his mouth sucking it, collecting all of your nectar as he moaned in delight.

"Such a sweet girl…"

Jungkook lowered his head towards your cunt, his tongue sticking out to your hold, as he licked all of the access liquid that was coming out of you. Your body twitches violently out of sensitivity. Jimin chuckled, as he continued combing your hair. Jungkook grunted, he can't seem to stop eating your pussy.

"Jungkook… Give the girl a break would you, she's putty in my arms. You'll get to eat her out next time"

You were breathless. You felt so tired.

Though reality quickly hits you, as you realized what just happened.

"What... No, no, no... That wasn't supposed to happen" You stood up, ignoring the pounding in your head, as you quickly get out of the bed. You needed to get out, you needed to get help. As you run out of your room, crying hysterically as you look back to see if they were chasing you. You immediately made your way towards the door, trying to get it open. "Help!"

You shouted loudly, getting it open successfully. As you were about to run out of your apartment, not even caring about the fact that you were naked. Your eyes widened in shock as you felt your heart drop.

"Now… Sweetheart… We were having so much fun...Why are you leaving so soon?" Jungkook was right in front of you, out of nowhere… He just appeared into the thin air. You screamed, but it was quickly muffled by Jimin’s hand. He pulled you away from the door, his hand was still firm on your mouth. Jungkook smirked devilishly, as he closed the door behind him.

"We don't want to do this the hard way, do we, Y/N?"

.

Last night was eventful. The two soldiers had touched you to no end. Their fingers we all over your body, in every spot. You were disgusted with yourself.

You were disgusted… Because deep down, you enjoyed it.

You didn't want to admit it… You'll never admit it.

These men… They were beautiful adonis, they looked like they were sculpted by Gods themselves. Every inch of them was perfect, but looks… Looks can be very deceiving.

You fell asleep in between them, but when you wake up. You felt the sudden shock surging through you.

The men had kept their eyes on you since last night. They didn't sleep, instead, they watched you sleep.

"You realize, doll… You snore in your sleep. It's rather adorable to watch" You stayed quiet, not meeting their eyes as you stared straight up towards the ceiling. "Your mouth was slightly parted, it took us a lot to resist not fucking our hands and shooting our cum in your mouth…"

"Please… I don't know what you want from me"

"You know… You say that a lot. Are those the only words that are available in your vocabulary?" Jimin sneered at you, as Jungkook grinned beside you. You got out of the bed, ignoring them as you went inside the bathroom. "Might as well…"

You didn't see them coming in, the didn't make themselves visible to you. For once, you thought they were finally giving you privacy but little did you know, they were talking behind you as they devoured your body with their eyes.

You stepped into the shower, turning the temperature as hot as your body can take. You cherished the feeling of the heat, coursing through your skin. You felt relaxed, you felt like everything was normal again.

But then your mind decided to trail to when the soldiers touched you, harassed you. They took one thing away from you… The one thing that you had been saving for a long time.

Your purity.

You couldn't accept yourself, you couldn't accept the fact that you let them touch you. You couldn't accept the fact that you enjoyed it.

You felt disappointed in yourself, feeling the lump in your throat growing as your nose burns. Tears welled up in your eyes as you sobbed to yourself.

"What's happening to me?" You cried as the water burned your eyelids. The fell down the bathroom tile, closing your mouth as you wept silently to yourself. You didn't want them to hear you, you didn't want them to take this as your weakness. "What's happening to me?" You repeated your words over and over again, sitting there, alone as you cried, begging someone to help you. You didn't know who to tell… You didn't want to be another story, you didn't want to be the girl who got attacked by evil spirits, making in every tabloid there is.

Most importantly you didn't want anyone to know Jungkook and Jimin, touched you without your consent… And you liked it.

You heard thumping outside the door, but you ignored it as you got out and wrap yourself up.

You exited the bathroom, only to see that nobody was around. Jungkook and Jimin were nowhere to be seen.

You got dressed, went towards the kitchen and made yourself breakfast.

If anything, you had learned that it was best if you didn't call out their names.

Once you did, you would make them feel wanted.

What you wanted was the opposite… Maybe.

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A/N: yes the ending was vague, i know. Maybe ill do a part two if i feel like it 🤣

Eat Me

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Everyone in wonderland knew the story of the little girl who had come through the rabbit hole and caused so much trouble. Everyone knew how the foundations of their land had been turned on its head after her visit. The little girl escaped back to her own world, but she’d left wonderland in ruins however unintentionally. 

There was no more white queen, no more red queen. There was only the king of hearts and the tyrannical hold he had over wonderland.

The flowers didn’t sing anymore. There were no tea parties thrown by the hatter and the march hare, no door mice in teapots. The land of magic and wonder that the little girl remembered was gone. In its place was a world shaped by the king of hearts in his own image. 

“Your majesty!” a trembling vasel approached the throne of the king dreading his master’s reaction to the news he was about to deliver. 

“What?” The king snapped, dark gaze fixed on the cause of the interruption to his day. 

“We found her, your majesty.” the poor man squeaked trembling in his boots. “We found the girl.” 

The king’s eyes filled with a kind of dark delight that sent a chill through everyone who saw it. “Send the rabbit. Bring her home.” 

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Other Lovers

— They were the better form of your lovers, they were your other lovers, and they’d make sure they were your only lovers.

— coraline!au, yandere!au, alternate universe, asshole ot7, sweetheart other ot7, doubles

— word count: 3.3K

— ❁ —

Loving the biggest boy band in the world was not easy at all. Long nights and even longer days were spent alone, without them. You could never be seen with them, never be near them in public. And with all the fan service they did, you barely got to see them at home. This was a large problem in your current failing relationship, and they knew it too.

So what was their solution? Move-in together. They found a (very expensive) lovely cottage out near the edge of a forest, and they had bought it immediately. It had a large garden, aka a field before the forest where you could garden your little heart away. And there were plenty of extra rooms that could be turned into offices, studios. But did this home you all shared together help? Not even a little.

It wasn’t the most traditional of houses, the outside being bubblegum pink and the insides also reflecting the color, but with some time you were able to renovate it how you like. Though Jin wanted to keep the outside pink, for the name of the house was the ‘Pink Palace’ dubbed by ARMYs when it was leaked where they lived. The old cottage was charming, however, and you soon grew to love living there, even if it felt like you were living alone.

Days were spent, out in the garden, or renovating rooms in the house. The smell of paint, as horrible as it was, was relaxing. You got to do what you wished and were even able to pick out a lovely room with large floor-to-ceiling windows as your art studio. Taehyung had come to help you set it up, but he didn’t get to stay long, they never did.

Many days passed by, painting wall after wall, the boys letting you buy new furniture, turning the house into a home. Now if only it could be a home you shared with your lovers. But instead of growing closer, you all simply continued to grow apart, now fueled by small petty complaints from living together. Small arguments that distanced you all, then the fan service, that separated you more. All until you were just roommates with your lovers. Or possibly former lovers.

You were clearing away the old wallpaper on the three walls that weren’t windows in your studio, coughing from the dust that came off it. Taehyung, who was able to be with you today, laughed as you coughed and coughed, you shooting him a glare.

“God, this wallpaper is old. When did the realtor say the last person lived here?” You asked.

“About 40 years ago, I think. The Jones’ were their name, I’m pretty sure.” He responded, still chuckling at your coughing form. Until he cut off suddenly, grabbing your attention with an excited shout.

Under the god-awful old rose wallpaper that looked like it belonged in your grandma's house, was a small door, the size of a broom cupboard. Taehyung hurried over, an excited look on his face, “This is perfect!”

You walk over as well, shooting him a skeptic look. “What?”

“It can be used as a storage closet, for all the paints and stuff! I wonder if there’s anything in it.”

But when Taehyung tried to open the door, the handle stayed locked. The closet wouldn’t budge, even when he tried picking the lock, or using a card, and no pushing made it budge.

“Strange. Maybe the realtor has the key. Can you call her and ask?” You ask Taehhyung when the door wouldn’t budge.

He only hums before pulling out his phone and facetime her. She picks up after the second ring, an image of her in her office appearing.

“Hi, Coraline!” You greet the sweet lady. “How are you?”

“I’m good dear, how are you and the boys doing?” The blue-haired lady asked back.

“We’re doing well! We, um, noticed that there’s a broom cupboard in one of the rooms, under the wallpaper.” You said, the lady’s face changing for a split second in what looked like fear.

“Oh, is that so.”

“Yes, and we were wondering where the key for it was? If there is a key.”

Coraline’s face dropped, and a haunting look fell over her, before she seemingly snapped out of it and smiled at the two of you. “Oh no, you must be mistaken, the only door that has a lock in that house are the bathrooms and master bedroom. But there might be a key hidden in the pile of house keys I gave you, you can try those. I’ve actually got to go, I have a client soon. Call me later, TaTa!”

Before either you or Taehyung could say anything, the call disconnects, leaving the room swathed in silence.

“Odd.” Taehyung says, a chuckle leaving his lips after. “Maybe it’s haunted.”

A giggle fell from your lips at his suggestion, and another followed. And another and another, until the two of you were simply hunched over laughing at the ridiculous idea.

But the funny moment didn’t last long, Namjoons voice echoing through the house as he called for Taehyung. You follow the said man as he leaves the room, rushing after him as he runs through the house to his six other waiting lovers. They all held full duffle bags, and were dressed in very comfy clothes.

“Where are you guys going?” You asked, leaning against the doorframe and eyeing their bags.

“We have a performance in New York, didn’t we tell you? I could’ve sworn I told you yesterday.” Namjoon said.

“You were at practice all day yesterday, and I was unpacking. You never told me.” You clarify, sadness growing at how distant everything was.

“Well, that's not our fault! We were all so busy we must’ve forgotten.” Hoseok says, trying to brighten up the mood.

“You guys forget a lot of things lately.” You mutter, slightly vexed at them.

“That’s not fair.” Yoongi said, moving forward. “We’re trying but our job is hard, cut us some slack. It’s not like you’re trying anymore.”

You glance at him at that, hurt crossing your face. “Have fun in New York, I’ve got to finish unpacking.” You say and simply turn around and walk away, you didn’t feel like getting into another fight right now.

“Bye! Love you!” Jin called out from behind you, but none of the other boys said anything, the slam of the front door letting you know they left.

You went into the kitchen, getting a glass of water to cool yourself down. Your eyes drift over to the drawer that holds all the copies of the house keys, as well as the keys for some other rooms, and you head towards it, curious. You open the drawer and start filtering through the keys, trying to find one that seemed older, and unfamiliar. Soon you hit the bottom of the drawer, getting no luck in finding the key. Shrugging it off, you leave to finish peeling the wallpaper off.

— ❁ —

It was your first night at the new house. The new house you had bought with your boyfriends. Yet as you fell into bed after getting changed, you fell in alone. It was the first night, of what you assumed to be many more, that you spent alone, without your lovers. The sinking feeling in your heart felt heavy, loneliness weighing it down deeper and deeper.

A ping on your phone caught your attention, a message from one of your best friends appearing.

Your heart, naturally, fell deep into the pit of your stomach. You trusted your boyfriends, with your life if you had to. But this gross feeling of disgust was crawling it’s way in you, disgust at the idea of being involved in this situation.

You immediately start calling the boys, but none of them answered, sending your mind reeling. While you laid in bed disgust enveloped you, feeling gross in your own body at the thought. You kept thinking how, they wouldn’t do that to you, even if everything was going bad they wouldn’t do that to you.

But you knew they would. And that completely shifted your reality when you came to that realization.

You knew the girl, she was a new lyricist that worked at Bighit, she had worked on their new song. You had felt uncomfortable with her, yet they had reassured you. Everything was fine, they said. Did you not trust them, they kept asking. Never acknowledging your feelings.

You knew this was true, and that completely tore your heart into a million pieces, and you knew they couldn’t be sewn back together.

You laid awake that night, tossing and turning, feeling disgust coursing through you at every movement. What was worse, wasn’t the infidelity, it was how you felt disgust at yourself.

The ringing of your phone got your attention, finally bringing you out of the bed you shared with men who weren’t loyal to you. Grabbing your phone you see that it is Jungkook calling, and a small pot of anger forms in you.

“Hey babe, you called?”

“Yeah, umm, you guys are kind of trending on twitter and I wanted to check on you guys.”

“Oh we know. It’s just some silly rumor don’t worry.”

“It’s just a rumor though, right? It’s not true?”

“Don't you trust us baby? You know we wouldn’t do that.”

You hesitated for a moment before humming in false assent. “Well, alright. I need to go now, it’s time for me to sleep.”

“Alright love, sleep well.”

But no amount of wishing could get you to sleep. The bed felt hot, uncomfortable. It was meant to be the bed you shared with your lovers, but they were away giving that love to someone else. How could you sleep soundly as that happened?

Getting up, you slip your feet into your soft slippers, walking towards the kitchen to get some water. The house is eerie in the night, the normally inviting indoors seeming more barren and empty. The darkness seemed to stretch off into forever, but you knew the walls enclosing it in. Everything was echoing, the furniture not yet put out to be a barrier for noise.

Walking into the kitchen, you go to flick the lights on. But as you flipped the switch, you stayed swathed in darkness, the lights flickering for a moment before it shattered, glass flying down into the floor.

“Shit!” You curse, startled by the noise and actions. “Just great, fucking amazing.”

You continued muttering under your breath as you reached across the room to the cupboard that held the broom and pan, sweeping all the broken glass up.

“Just my fucking luck.” You mutter, annoyed at how the night was going.

While tossing the broken glass into the bin, your eyes drifted to the drawer that held all the keys again,wondering again if the key for that strange door was in there. You rush over, despite already checking that morning, and hastily open the drawer. As though it was waiting for you, an ornate black key laid on the top of the pile, connected by string to one button. You reach for it, curious at seeing it for the first time. Grabbing the key, you walk towards the art studio you were creating, as though being pushed by an invisible force.

The key slides in beautifully, sinking in quickly and turning like a charm, opening the door. You yank the door open, your curiosity getting the better of you, and are welcome to the sight of a blue satin tunnel, confusing you more. Was there some hidden room in the house? The realtor never mentioned that.

As you go to step in, you step on a plush toy. You look down and pick up a rag doll, it’s button eyes staring up at you as you hold it. It’s slightly odd, the way it resembles you, from everything aside from the eyes. It was wearing the sweater you wore on the day you closed on the house, with jeans and boots, the same that you wore.

The doll was cute though, in a sweet reminiscent way, so you held onto it as you ventured deeper into the satin tunnel. It seemed to stretch out forever, making you wonder how such a space was hidden in the architecture .

Soon, you came to an opening in the tunnel, stretching through the blue fabric to fall through into the floor of an identical kitchen to yours. No, it was your kitchen, just mirrored. You recognized the decorative plates you made with Taehyung in the beginning of your relationship, put out for display the way you had positioned it. But that wasn’t what startled you. Not even the whole separate room was what startled you.

What startled you, was the man cooking at the stove, the man who looked exactly like Jin. His hair wasn’t dyed the bleach blonde your boyfriends was though, it was dyed a midnight black. A scream tore from your lips as you backed up into the now closed door that led you in there. The man who looked like Jin looked up and screamed as well, backing up away from you as well before breaking into the classic laughter of your lover.

“Don’t scare me like that baby! I thought you got hurt!” He laughed out.

“What happened?! I heard screaming!” A man who looked like Hoseok rushed in, his orange hair flapping as he glanced around frantically. His dark eyes landed on you and he rushed over, checking over your body meticulously. “Are you hurt?! I thought I told you all to keep her out of the kitchen. She could get hurt!”

“I-I’m not hurt. Who are you all? What’s going on?” You stuttered out, breaking away from the Hoseok look-alike’s grip, dodging his attempts to keep you in his arms.

“Oh! We’re your boyfriends dear!” A Namjoon look-alike came into the kitchen, smiling at your bewildered form. “Well, your other lovers, technically. But we’re the better version than those assholes. We’re much better and love you much more.”

“What?” You gasped out. “Are you some, sick-obsessed fan? How do you look like my boyfriends? What the fuck?!”

“Ah, Ah, princess, you shouldn’t use such horrid language like that.” A Yoongi look-alike walked in, tutting softly at you.

“I’m Jin, baby! But the better version! And dinner is done so why don’t you go sit down with the other boys?”

“Oh, dinners done?! Lemme taste!” Other Namjoon leans forward, reaching for the pot for a taste, but only getting his hand slapped by Other Jin.

“No. Go sit down like a normal person, Namjoon.” Jin scolds Namjoons pouting form, smiling at you after like this was a normal daily thing.

Namjoon quickly breaks out of his pout, reaching to grab your hand and pull you towards the dining room. “Let’s go, I'm starving.”

While he’s pulling you, you look down to see a single button bracelet hanging off his wrist by a thick, threadlike rope. Glancing at the other boys you notice the same bracelet hanging on their arms, all carrying a single onyx button.

“What are those bracelets?” You question, making everyone pause for half a second before Other Yoongi smiled at you.

“Oh, they’re just some couple bracelets Taehyung made for us. You’ll get one too when you decide to stay.”

Other Namjoon shoots Other Yoongi a harsh look when he said that, but quickly shoots you a smile when you look at him.

“If I decide to stay?” You question as Jin pulls a chair out for you to sit in.

“Well, you’re gonna stay of course!” Other Jimin spoke as he walked in. “Why would you want to go back to the other world, to the other us?”

He had a point, why would you want to go back to cheaters, who could never for the life of them try for a healthy relationship with you.

“Isn‘t it a problem if I stay?” You ask.

“Why would it be a problem, my love? You're our girlfriend.” Taehyung walked into the dining room, his jeans stained with paint.

“Jin Hyung! Do you want me to bring the dessert in?” Other Jungkook’s voice shouted from the kitchen.

“What?! No! Let’s at least eat dinner first!”

“But this cake looks so good!”

“FOOD FIRST!”

A pouting form of Other Jungkook walked into the dining room, causing you to let out a laugh at him. His face brightened immediately, him running forward to envelop you in a warm hug.

“Oh, you’re here! Finally! What took you so long?!” He shot at you, hugging you tightly to his chest.

“I didn’t know you were waiting for me.” You answered back, getting shocked at the intense stares directed at you when you said that.

“Darling,” Jimin started, his voice smooth like honey. “We’d always wait for you.”

You maintained eye contact with him, slowly being more and more entranced in his deep gaze.

“Let’s eat!” Jin shouted, breaking the moment with a flash of jealousy.

You sit down at the table, gazing at the odd machine that sat on the table, many dishes piled on it.

“What’s that?” You ask.

“Oh, that'll serve us our food, of course,” Jin says matter of factly, as though it was obvious. “So, let’s eat!”

You all sit at the table, the machines whirring to life and serving you all some food. As you eat a wine bottle appears in front of you, the machine asking if you wanted any. You hesitantly accepted, feeling slightly odd at how everyone stared at you.

It truly was strange, how they all watched as you dipped the dark red liquid, the drink seeming thicker than normal. You went to put the glass down after your sip but Jin raised his glass and clinked it with yours in a cheer. You brought the glass to your lips again to take another sip.

Throughout the entirety of dinner, whenever you took a sip of your wine the boys would all stare at you and then smile, all in sync. A buzz set into your head after a few sips, strange given that you were usually very good with your alcohol. The dizziness in your head grew, all until you felt like you were about to keel over.

“Darling, are you feeling alright? You seem kind of pale.” Hoseok asked in concern, leaning towards you.

“Yeah I..” You trailed off, dizziness. hitting you again.

“You..what? Love, do you want to go lay down?” Namjoon asked in concern as you stood up, your body shaking.

You nodded frantically, Hoseok and Jin standing up to help you up to your room. But before you could even move a step, your eyes shut and you collapsed, your head slightly hitting the table.

“Jin hyung! How much did you put in her drink?!” Hoseok shouted in panic, rushing over to your unconscious body.

“...I’m guessing too much.” Jin answered.

“Jin Hyung?!!” Hoseok yelled in shock.

“Ok, stop yelling and get the bracelet!” Namjoon finally shouted, annoyed by the two‘s bickering.

“I’m sure if we asked her nicely if she'd stay, why’d we have to do all this?” Jimin asked, feeling guilty for tricking you.

“I don’t want to risk her going back to them.” Namjoon said. “She deserves better and she’ll get better, here. With us. We may be the Other version of her lovers, but you know we’re the better version. She’ll be much happier here.”