IntoEternity - Part I

Into Eternity - Part I

             Today was the day you had been dreading for months. It was your wedding day. The day your parents had been waiting for many years to come. Finally, you had a use. You’d been an ill child, constantly being sick and unable to help out on the farm. The only reason you’d been saved was because of your beauty. The King and Queen knew you’d look perfect on the arm of their son, Jimin.

           The Prince was beautiful, of this there was no doubt. He had an elegance that many sought after. Your parents had fallen to the King and Queen’s feet, telling them that they’d make sure to raise you so you were worthy of someone like the crowned prince.

             No expense was spared today. Gold fibers had been woven into your hair. Your bodice was laced tightly and you found it difficult to breathe. However, there was no sympathy from your ladies in waiting.

             “Can you suck in a little more dear? The Prince should be able to fit his arms around you… Hopefully,” she breathed, looking around at the other women in the room like they were all sharing a similar thought. It left a sour taste in your mouth at how easily insults came off their tongues here, but you tried your best to breathe in more.

             “You’ve got a decent face, but the Princess of Ivarsted was much more regal if you ask me,” another woman that was preparing your skirts commented.

             The insults wore on as the day progressed. Your face was done up and you were put into your shoes for the night. You winced in discomfort at the jewels that scraped against your fragile skin, but you remained silent. Any complaining would be fruitless to you at this point, if anything it would damage you. It wasn’t worth it; no one would be listening anyways.

             You really had no idea what to expect for your husband. All you had heard your entire life was that he was going to take care of you and that you had to serve him to the best of your ability. You had to watch your weight and watch your figure to make sure you didn’t displease him some day. The Crowned Prince was known to be beautiful. He was very quiet and kept to himself, rarely ever coming out of the palace. However, you’d never met him. Not even in passing. You lived far out of town and you weren’t allowed near the palace at a young age in fear of you being seen by the Prince or the other members of the royal family and them suddenly deciding you weren’t going to be enough for his highness. So, the first time that you’d be meeting your husband would be as you walked down the aisle.

             Your hair was pulled up high into a painful, yet supposedly elegant updo. At one point your scalp began to bleed because the woman doing your hair was stating it was too long for what the Queen had requested. Something you could’ve easily fixed had you been paying any attention. Your fault entirely, of course.

             Finally, you were done. ‘As good as it was going to get,’ according to one lady. You sighed and looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked pretty, although it wasn’t what you usually looked like. You looked almost like a ghost because you were so white. Your lips were painted a ridiculous red color, almost like a doll being dressed up for parade. You found yourself wanting to be sick merely from looking at your reflection. You wondered what Jimin was going to think when he saw you. You thanked the women who had been torturing you all morning; gathering your skirts before heading towards the door. However, before you could escape through the door, a man standing in a Royal guards attire approached.

             “Sir Namjoon! You don’t need to take her, certainly she can go on her own,” one woman gushed as she fell to the floor in a dramatic manner. You sighed and looked at the man before you with mild interest.

             “Nonsense, she is the Prince’s bride! I will escort her to Yoongi-hyung,” he said, approaching you.  You gazed at him with a blank expression. Honestly, on the inside, you were numb. Namjoon gave you a small smile, which you couldn’t return. He offered you his arm and you took it gingerly, wrapping yours around his as you were instructed.

             “You look lovely, Jimin will be floored with how amazing you look,” he said as the two of you wove through the grey walls of the castle.

             “Thank you,” you said in a tight tone. Namjoon noticed your unease.

             “Jimin is a good person, you’ll be in safe hands for eternity,” he said, seeing if you’d bite.

             “That’s good to know, thank you,” you said as the pair of you rounded a corner. You stood at the top of a very large and elaborate staircase. The marble was so clean it almost felt wrong to set foot on it. However, Namjoon urged you forwards.

             Each step felt like a step towards death. No more playing down by the creek. No more reading in the middle of the fields while the sun soaked your skin and the wind caught your hair. All of that was ending. All because of your family practically giving you to the royal family, simply because they wanted to survive another day. Your mother had always wanted more than a simple life on the farm, and you would be giving it to her. She would forever be known as the woman who birthed a Queen. What a title.

             “This is where I leave you, Yoongi will take you the rest of the way,” he said, passing you off to a somber looking man who appeared to be thinking of a million other places he could be.

             “Pleasure to meet you your future highness,” he said, offering his arm to you. Slowly, you reached out to him and wrapped his arms around his. Yoongi wasn’t as tall as Namjoon and certainly not as talkative. He practically dragged you through the hallways before stopping in front of a large set of intimidating French doors.

             “Now entering,” a booming voice began as the doors opened. “Miss Y/F/N Y/L/N! Future ruler of Arcane Kingdom!” The room before you was decorated in the flowers that were also in your bouquet. White lilies. You hadn’t chosen them, but apparently all things pertaining to you were handled by the Queen. Candles were burning all over the room, adding an ominous glow to the massive space. You looked ahead and saw Jimin. He was dressed in lavish fabrics that poured over him in a ornate manner. However, he was more beautiful than all the fabrics that he wore. You felt your breath shorten slightly at the sight. You hadn’t expected him to look so… ethereal. Yoongi pulled on your arm as the music began, making sure your walking matched that of the music.

             You risked a glance at Jimin as you approached. He gave you a soft smile that you found easy to return, because it felt genuine. You kept your pace even as you slowly made your way towards the alter. However, your eyes were trained on Jimin. He had such an air of elegance about him that you felt like you paled in comparison. He had the feel of a Prince and a future King. You? You felt out of place, drowning in your gown with the amount of heavy jewels and makeup suffocating you. The dress and corset made your ribs hurt and your head swim. Yoongi pinched your hand to bring you back to reality.

             Finally, Jimin bowed before you, taking your hand and bringing you up to the alter. Jin the castle’s Priest stood before the two of you with a warm smile on his face.

             “Dearly beloved guests. We thank you for your toils and hardships to be here to witness the joining of this man, and this woman, in holy matrimony.”

             Blood pounded in your ears and made it difficult to hear. You knew Jin was speaking, but whatever he was saying was lost on you. Slowly, you glanced at Jimin out of the corner of your eye. He stood there proudly with such regality and poise that you felt your heart race in anxiety. You could feel the weight of his hand in yours like an anchor, weighing you down until you could no longer breathe.

             “We will now exchange vows!” Jin announced, loud enough for you to hear through your loud thoughts. “Prince Jimin, you first.”

             “My dear Y/N,” he started. “We’ve grown in separate worlds, but no longer. I wish for us now to grow together and happily in this place we will call home. Let me protect you, cherish you and be the one you trust with your life. I will do all I can to be a husband that will make you happy,” he said making the room fawn. It became silent and people looked at you with an expectant gaze. You cleared your throat awkwardly and tried to remember what the women had been yelling to you all morning.

             “My prince,” you said, your voice cracking slightly at the end of your statement. He eyed you curiously, squeezing your hand gently. “I promise to serve you, give you all I can and more,” you held your stomach and tried to breathe in as deeply as you could. Jimin gave you a worried glance.

             “Are you alright?” he whispered, pulling you closer. The crowd gasped and awed at the scene, but you nodded and tried to go on.

             “I will stand by your side and give you everything I am… I am your wife from this day forward, and I will be your future,” you said, only able to remember half of what the women had prattled off earlier. The room was silent before a few gentle claps resounded through the large space.

             “Please, take these rings,” he said, letting the jewelers of the local village bring the rings forward. A short man with a balding scalp approached you with Jimin’s wedding band, a white gold ring that had a deep red stone set into the band. It was beautiful, but yours was a different story. The piece was large and the band was decorated with diamonds while in the middle was a large red stone that was the same as Jimin’s.

             “These rings are made out of the finest white gold and set with white and red diamonds, these diamonds are meant to symbolize eternal passion and strength. We hope they are to your liking,” a man said. You watched as Jimin reached out and had a small conversation with the person who had handed him your ring. The man smiled proudly and the two of you were made to face each other.

             Jimin cleared his throat and took your hand in his. “With this ring, I bond myself to you. You will be mine, into eternity,” he said, placing the ring on your finger. The weight was grotesque and you simply stared at it on your finger. You looked at Jimin’s band in your small hand. Your ring looked out of place and like it was going to break your finger. Jimin tugged on your hand and brought you out of your stupor. Slowly you brought the ring up and slid it onto his finger.

             “With this ring, I bond myself to you. You will be mine, into eternity,” you repeated. Jimin looked at it for a moment before lacing his fingers with yours.

             “By the power vested in me by God and the King of Arcane Kingdom, I now pronounce you husband and wife… You may now kiss the bride,” Jin said, smiling at the two of you. Before you could even process what was happening, Jimin leaned down and sealed his lips against yours for a quick moment. You didn’t even get to respond before he was pulling away and leaving you stunned. The two of you stood before the crowd as the cheered and hollered for your union. The room was loud and all you could do was cry.

             You will be mine, into eternity…  

The Girl Who Never Cries

Guess who’s back? Back again? Not me for the weekend. Ha ha. 

Please don’t kill me and just enjoy? Yeah? Good talk.

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE

The first time you met Jimin was when you were seven years old at some great Aunt’s funeral. He stood back, watching as your family cried and howled as your family member was lowered into the ground by his father. Jimin was a small boy, he didn’t look like he did a lot of playing outside from his stature. He didn’t look much like his father either. His father had rugged facial features, while Jimin had a much more delicate facial set up. The young boy was quiet and observant; something about him seemed off, however. You could tell he didn’t see the world like most ordinary people did. This drew you in further. Instead of grieving with the rest of your family, you stared at the quiet young boy who was more focused on the funeral service than you were.

When the ordeal was over, Jimin took his father’s hand and followed him dutifully. You felt a sharp tug on your hand as your mother pulled you towards the car. Although, Jimin was still watching, staring at the ground with mild intrigue. He was still staring back at the grave while your mother drove the car away. And, he never changed.

The next time you saw him was at your great grandfather’s funeral. He was stood at the back, like he had been three years prior, watching as his father lowered your deceased family member down into the ground again. Except, Jimin was  much less interested in your family and the grave this time. You notice he was holding a small book in his hand, making small notes every once in awhile.

Slowly but surely, you became infatuated with this boy. The years passed and you found yourself returning to the cemetery, even when you didn’t need to. You always offered to clean the graves, seeing as how your parents always complained when they had to do it. Plus, if you did it, you could see the mysterious Park Jimin more frequently. However, you never knew his name until your mother mentioned it at dinner one night when you were in your early teen years.

“Yeah, Park did a nice job on the Jeon’s house,” she said with a small amount of jealousy taking over her voice. “I guess his son is starting to take over the cemetery,” she said.

“Is that the gentleman who buried grandad?” you asked with your normal soft tone.

“Yes, him and his son Jimin have been there since the boy’s mother died. He’s pretty odd that young one. He’s always been very quiet, almost disturbingly so. I think I’ve only ever heard him say three words in his entire life. I personally think something isn’t right upstairs. A boy needs his mother, just being raised by his father must have some consequences,” she prattled off more offensive statements but you tuned her out.

Park Jimin...

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A few years later a dreadful storm came through and wrecked your outdoor porch. Your mother was beside herself with the ordeal. She called the Park’s to fix it, wanting to have it done by a local person, as she put it. You really knew that it was because she liked his work on other people’s places, but was too proud to compliment them.

You were sixteen and just learning about your body at the time. Everything was new and exhilarating. You’d had your first kiss with a boy named Taehyung at school and you thought that he was cute, but Park Jimin was cuter. He never went to school with you, it had always made you wonder what he would be like as your classmate. Would he be smart and always willing to lend a hand to you? Or would he struggle and constantly need you to dote on him and smother him with all kinds of attention?

You’d come home rather upset. The guy you had harbored a crush on for the last few months, Suga, as he liked to call himself, had been caught kissing a girl outside the school’s racket arena. You stormed home and through the door to find yourself face to face with Park Jimin.

“Hello,” he greeted simply.

“Where’s mom?” you asked, frozen in your spot.

“There’s a note for you on the counter,” he said, gesturing towards the marble island in your kitchen. You jogged passed him and grabbed the paper.

Hello Darling!

I’m out doing some shopping with the girls and going to tea afterwards. Your father will be home late, as usual, so don’t worry about making dinner and everything. Mr. Park and Jimin are here to fix the porch and do a few other jobs around the house. Jimin is here to help with that weird sound in your room, take him up there and see if you two can’t figure it out.

Much love,

Mom.

You looked back at Jimin with curiosity. He kept the same mild look on his face, never once wavering.

“My room is upstairs,” you said, nodding towards the stairs. Jimin nodded and grabbed his smaller toolbox and followed after you as you jogged up the cherry stained wood stairs.

Jimin investigated around the area you said was making the odd noise. You watched as his back flexed and the muscled moved as he did. It was very erotic to you, the way he moved. It made you feel strange, but good at the same time. You wanted to kiss him. You couldn’t figure out why, but you knew you really really wanted to.

“I think there is a pipe behind the wall that is either loose or leaking, you should have your mother call a-”

You cut him off with a delicate press of your lips against his. Jimin froze, unsure of what to do. You placed your hands on his face and pulled him in closer, longing to kiss him just a little bit longer. Jimin seemed to relax and let you do as you pleased. Slowly, you eased away, looking up into his eyes with anxiety.

“Was that your first kiss?” he asked, looking down at you. You shook your head.

“No, I’ve kissed another person before,” you said, trying to keep your heart rate under control.

“Me too. But, like I said, have your mother call a plumber and have them check the pipes.”

And that was the last you ever heard of that situation. You and Jimin had formed a bond of some sorts over the following years. He’d call you whenever he needed something and you’d help him with whatever he needed.

You even opened your own flower shop so that Jimin could get a good price on flowers for the cemetery. But, that wasn’t the only reason you chose that business. You remember flowers and how their beauty fades, but new ones grow to take their place. A beautiful cycle of life and death that you’ve been fascinated with for years. But, none the less, flowers also represented so many things. Passion, love, caring. Things people should have, regardless of being dead or not.

Running a business was difficult. But you could be found running to the cemetery for a service or to place flowers on graves. You saw Jimin frequently, but you two generally kept the talking to about the weather and whoever you were delivering the flowers for. Although, sometimes Jimin would stray from those topics and ask about how you were and if your mother and father were well. But, Jimin was quiet as he’d always been in his younger years. Jimin could always be found in the places one would never look. On the roof of a car, up in a tree. He never liked predictability. He had taken solace in his mystery, and he wasn’t keen on losing it.

All was normal in your small town on that Friday morning. You got up and unlocked the flower shop, getting ready for another day at work. The day progressed smoothly, until your shop phone began to ring. After cleaning off your hands and making your assistant head to the register, you picked up.

“Pontius flower shop, Y/N speaking,” you said in a cheerful tone.

“He’s dead,” a bored voice said over the phone. One look at your caller ID told you that the voice belonged to none other than Park Jimin. Ice ran through your veins at the sound of his voice, he sounded so empty.

“Jimin, what do you mean?” you asked, holding the phone between your shoulder and ear while you fixed a few things in front of you to distract the dropping sensation in your stomach.

“My dad, he’d hanging in his closet,” he said, still sounding bored. Like this was another funeral service.

“Jimin, are you okay?” you asked.

“I was the one who put him there, so I’m fine,” he said, and your throat went dry.

“You did what?” you said in disbelief. Jimin? Hurting someone? It was almost too far fetched to believe, but the cold edge to his tone made you worry even more.

“I gave him his sleeping pills in his coffee and hung him,” Jimin said, confessing to murder. You tried to remain calm. Jimin was known to lie. He’d once said he had broken his leg so he didn’t have to go to jury duty. He also liked to prank people, just to get a rise out of them. But this would be taking it way too far.

“I’ll be there in half an hour, don’t go anywhere,” you said, hanging up shortly after. You rushed around and gathered everything you needed up and started to head out the door. Your assistance yelled after you, but you were somewhere else.

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When you arrived at Jimin’s house, you knocked on the door, fully expecting Mr. Park to open it with a warm smile as he always did. But, instead, Jimin’s pale face greeted you.

“Hi,” he said, pulling the door open wider so you could enter as well. Anxiously, you did so, walking into the familiar house. Jimin followed right behind you, watching as you shed your jacket and shoes.

“Where’s your dad?” you asked, Jimin pointed towards the bedrooms. You moved towards the door. “Is he asleep?” you asked, wanting so desperately to find him lying in his bed resting. But there he was, in the closet like Jimin said he was. Mr. Park, someone you’d known your whole life. Dead. Your chest constricted and your stomach hurt. How could Jimin do this to someone? And to his father no less. He never seemed like a violent person. “Why?” you asked, turning to face him. Jimin looked at you and sighed.

“Everyone loves dad, but no one likes me. They all think that I’m quiet and weird, but it’s because I can’t tell them anything without worrying about getting hurt... They don’t know him! Don’t know what he does when other people aren’t around,” he said, glaring at the closet with such hatred you could feel it radiating off of him.

Mr. Park, hurting his son? That seemed impossible. He would never hurt his child.

“What did he do Jimin?” you asked, walking closer to him. Jimin chuckled darkly before lifting his gaze to yours.

“He beat me, raped me... Sold me to other people for extra cash for booze,” he said, looking like he was going to kill his father again.

Jimin was on the psychosis spectrum. His dad had asked you to take him to an appointment once and the doctor’s had mentioned something about symptoms of PTSD and not knowing how they had come about. The pieces started to fall together. Jimin never went to public school, Mr. Park had said it was because he was worried about other kids bullying him, but it was just to keep others away and from looking too closely. “He never loved me, ever,” he growled. You swallowed hard and dared to grab his wrist and pull him out of the room. Jimin followed willingly, letting you sit him down on the couch. You had to call the police... Jimin was a murderer. But... whenever you looked at him you saw the child he used to be. It hurt you to think of him in prison, with no one he knew... He’d suffer and you wouldn’t be able to see him.

“Jimin, you know what you did was illegal right?” you asked gauging his reaction. He nodded slowly. “So, you know I have to call the police,” you stated.

“Can I ask a favor before you do that?” he asked, standing up and walking over to you. You started to tremble, despite yourself.

“What’s the favor Jimin?” he came closer and wrapped his arms around you. You gave him a questioning look.

“Would you kiss me? I remember doing it when we were younger, and I just want to do it again,” he breathed. You swallowed hard. He had always been beautiful with his soft brown eyes and fluffy hair. He’d never really paid attention to you in that manner, but to know he wanted to kiss you was too good to pass up.

“I’ll let you kiss me if you promise to be good when I call the police. Do you promise?” Jimin nodded quickly and licked his lips and leaned forward to plant a kiss right on your lips. His were plush and wet from his tongue. Oh God, he was an incredible kisser... His hands trailed down your back. His hands stopped right above your butt and you pulled back from his lips slowly. You were panting and looking at his lips with longing. You didn’t want to stop, no matter how much you knew you should. His father was dead in the other room, by his hands. But this was Jimin, the boy you’d known for years. He’d never been violent, dangerous or threatening. He was quiet and observant, always wondering what there was to be seen. He was kind and gentle, never harming a soul And his father didn’t hurt anyone, or rape his son...

“I want to kiss you more,” he whispered against your lips. You wrapped your fingers around the soft collar of his shirt and pulled him closer.

“Then give me more,” you begged, grabbing his shirt and bringing him back to your lips. He seemed more than content to continue. It felt so good to touch him like this and to hold him in your arms. All these years you’d watched him grow and you’d always wanted to be with him like this. He was such a beautiful person... Although, darkness had clouded his soul. You didn’t want to see him upset or hurt, he was too innocent for that... Although, you could try to mend his pain for him. Show him the love he had been starved of. “Jimin,” you breathed, “how far can we go?” you asked as he started kissing down your jaw.

“As far as we can,” he said in a husky tone.

You gasped when he pulled you against his body. You sighed in content at the feeling of his toned form against your own. He was like a man possessed with desire. You hung onto him, crying out as he bit down on your shoulder harshly. You tugged on his hair and kissed any exposed skin you could find. Jimin pushed you towards the floor, covering your body with his. You pulled on his shoulders and brought him closer to you.

“Take off your clothes,” he panted holding your hips. You grabbed your shorts and yanked them off aggressively, so much so that you left little red marks along the delicate skin there. Jimin stared at your center with his pupils blown wide. He ran his finger along your slit, collecting all of your juices and sliding them over your folds.

“Jimin,” you breathed, grabbing his biceps, feeling the muscles tensing and relaxing under the skin. When he grazed your clit you arched your back and keened into his touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, looking at your body flushed beneath him. You blushed and pushed your hips into his eager hands, wanting more of his touch. He smiled and watched you whine and please under his ministrations. His touch was setting you a lite, making you shudder in pleasure. Every little flick of his wrist had you falling to pieces before him.

“Please Jimin! Oh God, Please, Jimin,” you begged feeling your orgasm starting to rush towards you.

“Do you want me? Do you love me?” he asked, moving his fingers against you.

“I’ve loved you for years! P-put your fingers in me, please Jimin,” you whined. He gave a smile before inserting a finger into your tight entrance. A strangled cry came from your throat as his pace increased.

“Tell me you want me,” he said, adding a second digit into your wet heat.

“I want you so bad, Jimin. Please give it to me,” Jimin smiled again and pulled his fingers from you. You felt displeasure as his fingers exited you. You forced yourself up onto your elbows and caught him pulling his shirt over his head. You stared at his body and ran your hand down his chest. He shuddered and bucked his hips instinctively towards you. You smirked and almost ripped your shirt because you pulled it over your head so fast. Jimin saw your bra covering the beautiful skin of your breasts and became agitated very quickly. Soon, the fabric was off and his hands were molded against your breasts. He moaned at the feeling of your nipples hardening and you couldn’t help the small whine of pleasure that overtook you while you enjoyed the feeling of his hands on your body. Slowly, you reached down and palmed him through his jeans and you gasped to find him rock solid under your touch.

“Fuck, I’m so hard for you baby,” he moaned. A smile pulled at the corner of your lips. You couldn’t believe how undeniably sexy Jimin was. He made little groans and grunting sounds as you continued to play with him through his pants. You slid your hand underneath the rough fabric and pulled him out, making him shudder from the contact. You pumped him a few times, watching as the tip grew into a deeper red color. He made small breathy moans each time you ran your thumb over the tip. “Oh fuck, right like that baby,” he said. “If you’re not careful I’m going to cum before I can even get in that sweet cunt of yours. We wouldn’t want that would we?” he said, teasing you with a flash of his tongue across his plump lips.

“Jimin, hurry up and put it in me,” you said, laying back on the floor and opening your legs for him. He didn’t waste any time after that. Jimin pulled his pants and boxers off and gripped your hips with one hand and checked to make sure you were ready for him. You squirmed against him and he smiled.

“You ready baby?” he asked, lining himself up with you entrance. You nodded weakly and bit your lip. Slowly, Jimin eased himself in. You hissed in slight discomfort, but the look on Jimin’s face was well worth the stinging pain. You’d only had sex once when you were eighteen. It had been quick, uncomfortable and unsatisfactory. But Jimin made you feel incredibly full. You took a deep breath and Jimin tensed.

“Are you alright? You asked, watching the muscles in his arms tense up.

“You’re so fucking tight, holy shit,” he panted against your neck. You blushed and pulled him in for a sweet kiss. Jimin pulled his hips back carefully, gauging your reaction. You bit your lip harshly and dug your fingers into his shoulders. A soft whimper fell from your kiss swollen lips. You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“You can move, I can handle it,” you breathed against his lips. Jimin nodded and started moving a bit faster. You were so full of him. You’d never felt like this before, not ever in your life. You could see the appeal sex had now. If it felt like this every time you had sex, you could easily become addicted yourself. But, maybe it was just because it was with Jimin it felt this good. Did everyone feel like this?

Jimin was grabbing at your waist and pushing his hips into yours. A moan escaped him as he started to move at a faster pace, grinding his pelvis into your clit. You pulled on his hair as he fucked into you at what felt like the perfect angle. You could really feel him inside of you, pulsing and hot as his cock massaged your walls. It was getting hard to breathe because he was clinging to you so tightly, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain. You had wanted him so badly, for so long, and it was finally happening.

“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned as he continued his deep thrusting into your weeping core. Everything about him just made you want more. More more more. You couldn’t think about anything but him...

There it was. The familiar burning in your lower stomach. You wanted it. You wanted him. Oh fuck, you could taste your orgasm it was so close.

“I’m gonna cum,” you breathed as Jimin slammed into you with an unforgiving pace.

“Me too, where do you want it?” he asked as he slowed down enough to be coherent.

“In me, I want to feel it,” you moaned. Every touch of his fingers set you that much closer to your end, but you wouldn’t let yourself cum yet. You wanted to keep him inside you forever. Stretching your dirty pussy until you just couldn’t take it. You wanted to feel his cum dripping down your thigh as he panted harshly into your ear after reaching bliss.

“So dirty baby. You want my cum? Wanna feel it inside you? Are you on the pill?” he asked, reaching out to kiss your neck and shoulders. The thought crossed your mind, getting pregnant with Jimin’s child. The thought of him with your kid filled you with an immeasurable amount of joy.

“It’ll be fine, I’m not ovulating,” you said. Wanting nothing more than to feel his cum flooding your cunt.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking dirty, Jesus Christ,” he whispered pulling out of you. You whined at the loss. “Get on your knees for me baby,” he whispered, kissing you passionately. You did so, gasping at the sight of his cock, drenched in your juices and the purple tip throbbing, needing release so desperately. You leaned forward on your hands and spread your knees apart to give him better access. Jimin pulled you back by your hips and lined himself up with your soaked center. He was met with little resistance as he slid back into your warmth. He groaned as his hipbones hit yours.

“Jimin, harder, please,” you begged moving your ass back against him. This new angle made Jimin’s dick feel that much bigger inside of you, if that was even possible. You moaned wantonly, looking over your shoulder at him. Jimin’s brow was furrowed as he moved his length inside your beautiful pussy. Sweat was collecting on his neck and forehead and you longed to wipe it away as you kissed, but you were busy being fucked savagely.

“I’m close,” he warned. You moaned in acknowledgment. You were close as well, feeling that tightening sensation in your core. You clenched around him and smiled when he bucked into you with a yelp.

“Give it to me. I want it,” you pleased, feeling your end approaching. Jimin’s cock enlarged inside of you and you gasped. You felt the cord inside you snap, releasing all of your pent up pleasure. Jimin shouted your name as you milked him for everything he had. He rubbed your hip with his thumb as you collapsed against the floor. Wet, stickiness was everywhere. You struggled to catch your breath. Your vision blurred and you felt Jimin kissing your spine. It was then the pain became apparent. Your throat was on fire. You cast a glance down at the floor; it was covered in blood. Panic flooded your system and you gripped onto Jimin’s hand that was on your waist.

“It’s alright baby, it’ll be over quick. Let me look at you,” he said, turning you over. You looked up at him. He looked so beautiful, all fucked out and sweaty. “So beautiful,” he whispered, running his hands over your body. You made a terrible choking sound that made Jimin’s eyes sparkle. “God... Look at you baby. Full of my cum and bleeding out... I want you badly, but I’m sure you’re tired,” he whispered, kissing your jaw, even though it was drenched in blood.

“Jimin,” you mouthed, grasping to life, barely able to keep your eyes open.

“Oh baby,” he said, smoothing your hair back, watching as you struggled to inhale. “It’ll be all over in a few moments. And I’ll stay with you the whole time,” he said, kissing your blue lips. You were disgusted with yourself for enjoying his lips on yours. You gripped his hand in fear. “Are you scared? It’s okay to be, but I need you to do something for me,” he asked. You could feel your fingertips and toes going numb. You were almost dead. “Hang on just a few moments longer darling, I want to see something.”

What could he want to see? You’d given him everything already. You’d bore all to him and now death was wrapping its icy tendrils around your body.

“Cry for me,” he whispered, trailing his finger down your cheek like a tear would fall. You made a sputtering sound and Jimin gave a soft smile. “I bet you look beautiful even when you cry, so let me see it? One last favor for me baby,” he said. It made you sick that in your last moments, you still wanted to please him. “You can do it baby, one tear would be enough,” he said.

You could feel your heart slowing, it was almost over. Jimin stayed, kissing your head and lips, waiting patiently. You thought of your childhood fascination with him and how the two of you had grown together. All the memories flooded your mind. You thought of what would happen if you didn’t die here. Would you fall pregnant with Jimin’s baby? Would he care and love it? You overwhelmed yourself with these thoughts and felt a burning in your eyes.

You were crying.

“Baby,” he whispered, kissing you deeply. “Beautiful... It’s okay, you can sleep now. And I’ll be here when you wake up. Just rest,” he said in a sadistically sweet voice. You felt tears flowing freely down your cheeks. Black tinged the side of your vision. You didn’t want to die. Who will take care of your parents in their old age? “I’ll bring you the most beautiful flowers, all the time, and I’ll to to you every day,” he whispered as your vision went black.

“Goodbye, Y/N. I’ll see you when you wake up.”

Owner Part IV

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE

Hello Hello! Here’s the next part of owner! It took a while, but I’m glad it’s out there for you all to enjoy!

Panic enveloped your being. Jungkook stood up and scrambled to shut the bathroom door, almost falling and killing himself in the process.

“Y/N? Are you home?” your mother’s voice echoed through the halls. You were trying to get to your feet without slipping and smacking your head again.

“Y-yes! I’m in the restroom, give me a minute,” you yelped. You rushed and threw a towel at a very naked Jungkook. He pulled the towel around his waist and covered himself.

“Does she just barge in like this usually?” he whispered, exasperated.

“Well, normally I’m alone so it doesn’t matter,” you answered, rushing to wipe down the floor.

“What do I do?” he asked, looking at himself in just a towel.

“We’ve been dating a while, she’ll think it’s normal, just stay here,” you said going to the door. You glanced back to see Jungkook’s lean and toned back on display for you. You shook your head and hurried out of the room.

When you made it to the living room your mother was sat on the couch, looking through her day book. She lifted her head and smiled; standing to give you a hug.

“There’s my lovely daughter,” she said, squeezing tightly. You sighed and hugged back, knowing she wouldn’t let go until you did. However, it was nice to see your mom again after a long time of being apart. As much of a pain as she is, you loved her nonetheless.

“Hi, mom,” you said, releasing your hold on her. She gave a big grin as she looked you over. However, confused flitted across her face as she took notice of the wet marks on your clothing.

“Why are you wet, darling?” she asked, pulling at the fabric curiously.

You thought of a lie quickly.

“Jungkook just got out of the shower and wanted a hug so, I got a little damp,” you laughed, trying not to look too nervous.

“Jungkook?” she asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“My boyfriend, the one I’ve been living with for the past two months,” you clarified. Her eyes widened and she tried to find her words.

“He lives here, with you? But you’ve only been dating a few months,” she said, her face clearly displeased.

“It’ll be eight months next week mom,” you said, pushing your hair back off your face.

“Y/N, I think I got soap in my eye,” Jungkook said, walking out rubbing his eye. Your mother gasped.

“He has ears!” she yelped. Jungkook looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“Most people do mom,” you said.

“But they’re dog ears!”

“He’s a hybrid mom. They’re part human, part animal,” you said, explaining the ears. She walked up and looked at him closely. Closely, your mom looked at him with her lazer vision.

“What do you do for a living?” she asked, staring up at him.

“Freelance dancing mainly, one performance could give me enough for a few months,” he said smiling. “But Y/N has encouraged me to make a career out of it,” he explained, wrapping his arm around you. Normally you’d flinch or shy away from anyones touch, but Jungkook’s warm arm around your waist felt oddly relaxing. Your mom raised an eyebrow at the two of you before giving a smile to Jungkook.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you darling,” she said, kissing his cheek. You watched your mother for any signs of displeasure, but couldn’t find any. “How about we go to the cafe together? I’d love to get to know you more sweetie,: she said, smiling at you both. Although, something didn’t sit right with you.

You all went to the cafe with your mother per her request. She was nice the whole time, but something was eating at you.

“So, how was your trip mom?” you asked after a lull in the conversation.

“Fabulous, everyone was lovely, and the clothes!” she gushed. Your anxiety eased watching her become more animated. She talked about the luxury of the city while your food came.

“You’d never believe how big the eiffel tower is in real life,” she said, smiling brightly. The waiter set your food in front of you, but you didn’t really pay attention, more entertained by your mother’s hand gestures. You mindlessly went to lift a bite of your salad to your mouth before your fork was smacked out of your hand. You gasped ad looked at Jungkook furiously.

“What the hell is your problem?” you fumed.

“You were just about to take a huge bite of mango, you’re allergic,” he said, pulling the salad away from you. “Could you remake this please?” he asked the waiter. The staff quickly cleared your plate away while you stared at Jungkook with a stunned look on your face.

“Thank you,” you whispered, staring at him with wide eyes. Your mother gaped at Jungkook with a shocked expression.

“My God! Y/N!” she yelped, holding your cheeks. “Be more careful! My God I could’ve lost you, my only baby!” she cried, hugging you tightly. You cringed at her yelling and gross crying, but patted her head to sooth her.

Finally, when you mother detached you looked at Jungkook with a loving expression.

“Thank you,” you said a little louder so your mom could hear.

“I’m your boyfriend, it’s my job to keep you safe,” he said, kissing your hand. You could practically hear your mother’s internal screaming. The rest of dinner went off without a hitch. Your mom insisted on paying for the meal. ‘The least she could do for the man who saved her daughter.’ You tried not to throw up your meal you’d just had.

You went back to your apartment and your mother decided to stay in a hotel closer to the mall.

“I want to do some shopping tonight,” she said as she made her way out. You and Jungkook waved goodnight. When the door finally shut you walked out of Jungkook’s embrace and to the kitchen to start making some tea.

“What a day huh?” he said, jumping up on the stool.

“Thanks again,” you murmured. “I normally would look closer at the menu, guess it just slipped my mind,” you said, shrugging as you boiled the water.

“Don’t mention it, I was the one who put the mangos on that salad, it’s only fair I save you from them,” he stated. You snapped your head in his direction so fast you could’ve sworn you heard a crack.

“What did you say?” you glowered. Jungkook became tense and bit his lip. You noticed that his ears started to flatten against his head.

“I may or may not have told the waiter to put mangos on your salad...”

“The fuck did you just say!?” you screamed lunging towards Jungkook, murder the only thought in your mind at the moment. Jungkook grabbed your waist and tried to keep you from clawing his face off.

“Hang on hang on!” he yelped, jumping away from you agilely.

“I’ll hang something, you sound like the perfect thing to hang!” you growled. Jungkook blocked your attack with ease, making you snarl in annoyance.

“Just listen!” he yelled, making you stop. He sighed in relief at the ceasing of your slapping. “I knew that your mother was wary of me, so I did that so she would trust our relationship a little more, I wouldn’t ever let you eat something that could hurt you, I promise,” he said, placing his hands on your shoulders. You looked down for a moment then pushed his hands off you.

“Whatever, next time yu plan on playing with my life, let me know first, yeah?” you said, pulling your bag off the couch.

“You would’ve have died, I’ll give you CPR,” he chuckled.

“Come near me with your mouth without my consent again and you won’t be able to reproduce,” you warned, flicking your hair over your shoulder and heading towards your room. Jungkook grumbled something, but you didn’t think too much about it before shutting the door to your room and heading for a well deserved nap.

---

A few weeks had passed and you and Jungkook had gotten used to co-existing with each other.

He had this habit of waiting for you to come home. When you asked him about it, he said it was just natural for him to wait for you. Because it was more fun when you were home. So every night when you walked through the door, Jungkook would be there with a warm cup of coffee or tea.

Although, there was one problem that you kept encountering.

Jungkook didn’t know the meaning of personal space.

Whether it was when you were cleaning and he was always behind you and wanting to hang onto you. Now, it wasn’t really a problem, you didn’t mind really. But you weren’t the touchy feely kind of person.

But on the weekends when you were reading a book or watching TV on the couch Jungkook would crawl up and lay his head on your lap. At first it was a little irritating because he would push your book up and around. He also would bug you to play with his hair. Generally you wouldn’t, but if he had been good you would run your fingers across his scalp a few times to give him the attention he wanted.

However, the one thing you weren’t going to tolerate was him sneaking into your bed in the middle of the night.

There would be nights when you’d wake up sweating and you briefly think that you are going through early menopause, but then you feel the arms around your waist and Jungkook breathing down your neck.

Jungkook had many bumps and bruises from you pushing him off the bed and onto the floor. He claims that he doesn’t do it on purpose. He just gets cold and he likes to be warm.

Although, sometimes at night when he’s asleep in your bed and clinging to you, you’ll hear him talk in his sleep. He’ll go through some fits and it’s concerning. But, you wake him and he laughs it off telling you it’s nothing and that he’ll go back to his room...

But you can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong.

It had been bothering you all day at work and even the night before when you were trying to fall into a fitful sleep. Because restless sleep was better than none at all. Kinda.

You were walking out of your office building when Taehyung, the security guard you had humiliated yourself in front of decided to pop up.

“Hey, Noona!” he shouted, bounding over to you like an excited puppy. You thought briefly of Jungkook jogging your way when you arrived home. You quickly shook your head to focus on other things.

“Taehyung-ah, how are you?” you asked, slowing your pace while he matched it.

“Great! Thanks for asking, did you ever figure out that boyfriend fiasco that you were worried about?” he asked, as the two of you headed for the door. You flushed and tried not to think about asking him to play boyfriend for you.

“U-Uh, yeah, sorta...” you said, not really wanting to divulge your current situation to the younger man.

“Awesome! That’s good to know, you seemed really upset over it,” he said, giving you a kind hearted smile.

“Don’t worry, I figured it out. So... Did you need something?” you asked, looking at the envelope he had in his hand.

“Ah! Yeah, that’s right. Namjoon-hyung wanted me to give this to you, apparently someone sent you a letter! How cool, people never send letters anymore. I wish someone would send me a letter,” he prattled, starting to head towards a tangent you didn’t really want to be apart of.

“Thanks nice of you to bring it to me Taehyung, I’ll take it if you don’t mind, I’ve got to go home and make dinner for Jung-” you stopped yourself. Taehyung gave you an odd look.

“Jung? Jung who?” he asked, bumping shoulders with you. “You really must’ve solved that boyfriend problem huh! Good job noona!” he said, giving you his classic boxy grin.

“Ah ha ha... Yeah, anyways. Thank you for bringing me this, see you soon, yeah?” you said, already heading out the door. Taehyung just nodded and waved as you scrambled to your car in embarrassment. If all of you interactions with Taehyung ended this way, you were hoping he’d make himself as scarce as possible.

---

The walk home was uneventful.

You were busy thinking about Jungkook. The whole day you were worried about him. This morning he was asleep on the sofa and he was rather warm. You weren’t sure what was wrong with him. Waking him up had proven fruitless. So, you had left your cell phone number and the home phone next to him in hopes that he would call when he woke up.

But your phone was silent the whole day.

Not even your mother called, something out of the ordinary for her. Unless she was spending money. Then you didn’t really want to hear about it.

You wandered around the streets, trying not to get too worried. If Jungkook needed something he would call you. Wouldn’t he?

Without meaning to, you started to walk a little faster. Then a little faster after that. And before you knew it you were running down the street trying to get home. You were worried. You had been worrying about him all day and without meaning to your mind had been wandering to him all day.

He’d been fine a few days ago! Why the sudden change?

You jogged up to the front door of your apartment building. One of your neighbors, Seokjin, was getting his mail when you stumbled through the door looking like a hot mess.

“Whoa, easy there Y/N-ah, you alright?” he asked, looking at you with curiosity.

“Just, feel like I left something on in the apartment and I wanted to make sure that I didn’t,” you said, running past him and up the stairs.

You flung open your apartment door and saw Jungkook by the stove. He looked stunned.

“Welcome home, Y/N,” he said with a soft smile.

You were panting and before you knew it you were running towards him and pulling him into a tight hug. Jungkook stumbled back slightly as you clung to him.

Memories of you younger brother being sick and needing you, but you were never there flashed through your mind... You couldn’t think about him. Not now...

Jungkook looked at you with confusion swimming in his eyes. You were trembling. What had happened when you were at work? Did someone upset you? Anger ripped through Jungkook faster than he thought was possible. Who hurt you? Who hurt someone who had done so much for another person?

You didn’t have to save him like you did. He didn’t know you and you didn’t know him. Sure he was helping you out by getting your mother off your back, but other than that, what was he contributing? Not much...

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Kang Woo... I’m so sorry,” you breathed into his chest.

Kang Woo? Who was Kang Woo? Is that the person that upset you at work?

“Y/N? Y/N are you okay?” Jungkook asked, pulling you away from him so he could look at you. Your cheeks were puffy and eyes were red. You had started to cry.

Nothing made sense. You weren’t like this. Nothing made you cry or made you upset. You were tough as nails and strong. Confidence was as easy as breathing to you. Your abundance of charisma and pluck were some of the things that Jungkook liked about you. But seeing you in this state enraged him.

“Yeah, sorry... I-I don’t know what came over me,” you whispered, rubbing at your eyes. “Long day at work and I guess I just needed to cry it out,” you explained. Jungkook wasn’t sure he believed you, but he let it go not wanting to upset you further.

“Okay, sorry that work wasn’t the greatest...” he tried, wanting to make you feel better.

“It’s fine,” you said before giving Jungkook a stern look. “What the hell was with you this morning?” you asked, poking his chest angrily.

“What do you mean?” he retorted, leaning back against the countertop.

“You were asleep and sweating and-and I thought that you were sick so I left my phone number next to the couch and I was waiting all day for you to call but you never did so-” you took a deep inhale and continued. “I thought something really bad was happening to you so I was useless today!” you complained.

Jungkook seemed to think about it for a moment.

“Whatever it was I feel fine now, don’t worry, okay?” he said giving you a smile. You wanted to argue with him, tell him that he should be resting and that you would take care of him. But, something told you not to fight him. He would be okay.

“Alright, but if you do start to feel unwell, please let me know okay?” you pleaded. Jungkook nodded and patted your head and headed towards the living room. You watched him go and sit down before you phone beeped.

New Message:

1-334-083-7345

We know you have him. We’re coming to get him. You’ll regret taking that mutt into your home.

Watch yourself, Y/N...

*Please don’t ask about updates. Thank You.

Hello!

So just checked and we passed 600?! 

So, I just wanted to thank all of you for joining me in this place of writing and smut and randomness and fuckery. It’s a good time.

I’m happy to write and answer any questions! Message me, I’d love to talk!

Thank you all for your support! 

Love you!

- Jessika

Reblogging. Everyone of my followers, female or not could use some of these. Love you guys, stay safe ❤️❤️❤️

THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

If u have compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.

THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”

Is owner continuing ?

Yes owner is continuing! I am working on the chapter currently, but my computer is broken and I have two jobs, so hopefully sometime this week something will come out.