Oh My God Guys, I Never Thought That One Of My Storys Could Reach That Much. 2k??? Thank You So Much

Oh my God guys, I never thought that one of my storys could reach that much. 2k??? Thank you so much 💜💜 I'm so happy that you guys liked it.

All Mine - JJK (M)

→ pairing | Jeon Jungkook x Reader

→ genre | smut, angst, ceo!jungkook

→ word count | 6,431

→ summary | CEO of one of the biggest companies in the country,

Jungkook didn’t have much time for love. You were in love with him,

but he didn’t feel the same way about you, at least that’s what you thought.

→ warnings |sex, Adult content, alcoholic beverages, low slang words.

→ A/N| I’ve been away for a long time, but I’m slowly coming back now. I haven’t come off hiatus yet, but it’s a start. Please, if you like it, reblog and comment, I’m always open to suggestions.

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Stay With Me | Hope pt.2

exhusband!jungkook, singledad!jungkook, angst, smut, fluff

Word Count - 1.2k

The series of events that followed after you asked Jungkook to stay with you. Warnings: swearing, heavy, heavy angst. implied smutty undertones 

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I just wanna know why there's a fucking ass full of glitter getting slapped when I search for Hoseok's name. Like, wtf tumblr?

I just wanted to say that I'm in love with your blog. I'm new to tumblr and I adore the loving way you have of interacting with your readers. And I'm loving All Mine, can't wait for the next chapters.

Oh honey, thank you 💜 I hope you find many other cool blogs too. If you want, I can recommend you some.

— sanguis | jjk

you get your happy ending after years of living a life you never wanted. what’s better than a happy ending with the love of your life? maybe sprinkle in a little revenge. 

PART ONE

⟶ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: vampire!jungkook x vampire!reader

⟶ 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞: two-shot

⟶ 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 21 + — 𝐰𝐜: 2.2k

⟶ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 + 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: vampire!au, smut, angst, fluff || 1800’s (between regency & victorian era) explicit sex, blood, biting, blood drinking (sexual), one sex scene in this part, grinding, jk loves her tits, nipple sucking/biting, fingering, cunnilingus (it’s me, wdye?), penetrative sex, (big dick 😮‍💨), rough sex, wall sex, mention of multiple orgasms (because vampire stamina 🤪), lots of cum, lots of kissing, jk calls reader love, they are so whipped for each other, seokjin appears briefly to leave reader a present 😌, choking, mild violence, alludes to reader taking revenge on a past bully, if i’ve missed anything pls let me know || the following warnings are mentioned in the second part and more will be added when it’s posted || reader is an orphan, parents died in a fire, some flashbacks and time skips, bullying, rumors, lies, mentions of prostitution, reader worked at a high end brothel, i do not go into detail about her sex work, compulsion, feeding, choking

⟶ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝗼𝐫´𝐬 𝐧𝗼𝐭𝐞: i’ve been saving this one to celebrate my babe’s birthday 😅 just like most, vamp kook lives rent-free in my mind. the second part is longer and will be posted in a week or two from now depending on my work schedule. in the second part, you’ll learn what Lina did and how reader and jungkook met. please consider reblogging if you enjoyed it. thank you for reading 💕

⟶ 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: thank you, jasz @YoongiObsessed, for beta’ing and for your comments and suggestions to help make this fic flow better 🥰

If you still had a beating heart, it’d be pounding erratically in your chest. You attempt to relax by focusing on the flickering candles which bathe the bedroom in warm, dim lighting. You’re not afraid, perhaps a little nervous, you just want to be perfect for him, and you want him to understand that you don’t regret your decision.

Will he still love you as much as he did when you were human?

His footsteps approaching the bedroom door raise the hairs on the back of your neck, and when he finally opens the door, you can’t help but be blown away by his otherworldly beauty. Even after all this time, he still takes your breath away.

His dark hair falls over his left eye - tousled from the wind. The vampire raises his arm and cards his fingers through the inky strands, the action nearly making your knees buckle.

“Jungkook,” the breathy sound of his name spilling from your lips excites him. Surely, if he, too, had a beating heart, it’d be racing like a hummingbird.

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┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ ʀᴏᴏᴍ 𝟷𝟹𝟺𝟹𝟺𝟶 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ | fanclub au ot7 [oneshot]

Summary: Classroom 134340. A classroom that was long abandoned until seven students set up a special after school club. The y/n fanclub. What started out as a creepy idolization of the charming female student turns dangerous when they decide to bring in the subject of their obsession.

Admin note: I’ve seen a lot of y/n fanclub stories but I haven’t seen a dark one yet or one where y/n finds out about the fan club. If this story gets 75 notes, I’ll post the author notes with additional information about the characters and plot, author notes here! if this story gets 150 notes, it will unlock texts of the members’ group chat found by y/n. Chatlogs

Warnings: A bunch of guys obsessed with y/n, murder planning, kidnapping, drugged member, reader gets injected once

The last year of high school. The time where students rush to get their love confession in before the harsh reality of being seperated from the one who got away settled in, the time where the slacking students suckered up to their teachers to get in the last few good grades, the time where the smart students bask in their future career after leaving this shithole, and it was the time of bidding farewell to the last crucial years of your teenage life before you settle into the big bad world. But admist the turmoil of all the unfinished business and the range of emotions from anxiety to sadness, there was one particular room that seemed to let all of it pass by, like the wind. The room where the members didn't allow themselves to be distracted by the pretty much minor things in life. An after-school club that wouldn't really stand out amongst the stuck up bitches, the trust fund babies and the geeks, goths and everything in between. The remaining school days revealed time's final authoritative iron fist - it stopped for no one, and Namjoon knew that if he and the others wanted you, he had to act now, or risk losing you forever. Whereas your smile used to be as warm as the sunset, Namjoon realized that in the last few months of this school year, your smile wasn't as calming and warm as it used to be for him, but it had turned into the eclipse. The last eclipse, collapsing until nothing but darkness would be left behind.

We have the cunning leader — Kim Namjoon. A man who effortlessly directs the boys like a maestro conducting the orchestra. This young man is the starting point of every plan or project involving y/n, and nothing gets executed until he gives his final ok. When the group gets too rowdy (which happens often, it's all because of you), he’s the one to calm them down. His top priority is y/n’s overall well being.

Despite Namjoon's excellent leadership skills, he isn't able to do everything on his own — by his side is Kim Seokjin. The handsome Class president of Y/N’s class, because of his privileged position, he is able to inform the others of things that happened in class, or moments where y/n goes home sick. In the club, he takes care of the administrative tasks such as finances, in his role as class president, he is in charge of making sure that y/n’s attendance sheet is impeccable and marks up her grades.

Technology can be a pain in the ass. The printer acting up just when you need it? Say no more — Min Yoongi, the whizz kid from computer class, has the ability to fix up any technical issues. But of course, he wouldn't be accepted into the club if his only talent was fixing dusty computers. A valuable member to the fan club, he gained access to y/n's social media accounts on day 1, her phone on day 2, and he successfully installed hidden cameras throughout her home. His last contribution to the club was installing a tracking GPS system on y/n's car and phone.

The ace of the club — the group’s ray of sunlight Jung Hoseok, the ‘best friend’ of y/n aka the spy of the group relaying information to all the other members in the club. Secrets are really never a secret with Hoseok as he feels obligated to share it with the rest, despite y/n trusting him to not tell anyone, but of course, this information stays in the club. Hoseok saw y/n first and befriended her before the other members discovered her, so it is only natural that he’s the person staying close to y/n for their sake. His parents own the local flower shop.

With his friendly smile and puppy eyes you almost wouldn’t believe he was part of this dubious club — Park Jimin, the ‘freelancer’ always getting involved in dodgy jobs and meeting with shady people. He volunteers at the local animal shelter along with y/n, who sees him as 'that friendly kid' but doesn't pay him that much of attention, of course he sends adorable photos of their y/n playing with the stray dogs to the club's group chat.

Running a club like this ain’t cheap. Expensive security cameras, private investigators, supplies such as notebooks and markers, buying the mansion for the 8 of them to live in... But this person has no issue spending all of this money when it's for y/n — Kim Taehyung the son of a billionaire, enjoys sending y/n expensive gifts, from jewelry to perfume to clothing and he doesn't care that he often has to pull out his wallet for this club's expenses.

This comes as a total shock, but some people dare and bother their perfect angel — Jeon Jungkook is the youngest member of the club, in his free time this kid is off fighting in some illegal underground fight clubs and no one really asks, with the skills he learned there he effortlessly taught y/n’s bully a lesson they’d never forget. He has never lost a fight.

Time: 5:40 P.M. Location: Room 134340 November, it was a chilly grey day on a Friday evening. It was a sharp contrast with the weather of last night, the skies had changed overnight, and now an angry wind carried along the mizzling rain drops with it, beating them furiously against the large classroom windows. It was only a little before the clock would strike six o'clock, and aside from a few lit lights here and there from teachers working unpaid overtime, the school building was pretty much desolate.

Despite the bleak emptiness of the abandoned hallways, there was one room in particular which was filled with life, with a side of crushed hopes and dreams. Whereas most days this room was filled with affectionate coos and 'aww's, there was a deafening silence covering the people in the room.

“How could this happen?” The silence was broken by Namjoon's words as he tapped the top of the marker against his palm.

“Hoseok, as her 'best friend', I don’t quite understand how you didn’t know, that she’s been dating him for weeks?” Jimin eyed the other at the opposite side of the table.

“Hey! What are you trying to imply, brat?” Hoseok shot back, all the others directing their attention to the two guys bickering back and forth.

“That you’re lying!” Jimin scoffed.

“Why would I even lie about such thing? You’re not making sense, don’t embarrass yourself,” Hoseok let out a ‘hmph’ followed by a chuckle in disbelief at Jimin’s words.

“You were going to woo her away from her boyfriend in secret and not tell us about it.” Jimin accused with a pointed finger.

“I was not!” Hoseok strongly denied.

“Guys, calm down.” Namjoon coughed to get the attention back to him. "Listen, we need to do something and we need to do it fast before this guy brainwashes y/n even more. We don’t want to lose her, right?”

After the collective nods and busy murmurs, Namjoon tapped on the whiteboard behind him. “So, does everyone agree we need to kill him?”

“Yeah.” Yoongi stretched, a soft yawn leaving his lips as he did.

“Absolutely.” Taehyung agreed.

“There’s nothing else we can do. So, this has to be done.” Jimin summarized.

“We need to know this loser’s schedule before we can even think of killing him.” Namjoon popped the cap off the blue marker before he scribbled on the board, groaning when he realized it was out of ink. “Step one...” He promptly grabbed another marker before continuing. “Find out Jihoon’s schedule.”

“What next?” Namjoon asked as he looked back at the group.

“Method of killing.” Jungkook added, not looking up from the game he was playing on his phone.

“Correct. Depending on the location we choose to kill him, we need to pick the method accordingly.” Taehyung confirmed as he glanced over at Jungkook's phone before he looked back at the board.

“True.” Seokjin added. "He has a point."

“Then...” Namjoon trailed as he wrote down 'step two' in a slightly larger size than the bullet points. “Next?” He called.

“After care for Y/N. After that horrible man infiltrated her pretty head, I am afraid she’s suffering from what she thinks is love.” Jimin thought out loud.

“So, she would be pretty sad about his death.” Yoongi nodded, adjusting his cap.

“Hoseok, you will offer her a shoulder to cry on and-“

“Why does he get to have all those benefits and we have to hide? It’s unfair.” Jungkook groaned when the words ‘game over’ appeared on his screen.

“Look, it’s a fact that Hoseok knew her first, we should be thankful that he has been giving us so much information about Y/N.” Namjoon eyes went over all the members as he lightly scolded them. “You have to admit that we wouldn’t have most information about her if it wasn’t for him. So pack up your personal feelings for each other and zip it. We are here for y/n, not your silly fights.”

It was silent for a few seconds before Namjoon added the last bits of information on the board. "Let's kill this guy."

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“I don’t know, Hobi. A lot of things have been happening and frankly, I’m creeped out.”

“I understand that, but you know how the police get around here. I am sure they’ll find a way to blame you.”

“What do you mean?” You placed the bag of corn kennels in the shopping cart.

“You know, you see it all the time, no? Girl goes to police, police doesn't believe her and-" "And then something happens to the girl, and she gets murdered, and everyone post sob stories online." You interrupted Hoseok as you leaned onto the cart. "That's exactly why I want to go to the police. How could I not when stuff goes missing in my house, and I find a hidden camera in my bathroom wall? There's some creep on the loose, Hobi." You vented before pausing at the candy aisle. "I know but..." "But what, Hobi?" You paused as you stared down at the floor. "It's almost as if you... don't believe me." You turned your back on him and kneeled down to grab the box of chocolate chip cookies. "I do believe you, y/n, it's... it's just..." "Then what is it, Hobi?" You stood again and placed the box of cookies in the cart. "What if the camera was already there before you moved in? That's a possibility too, maybe some weird couple who got off to voyeurism." He shrugged. "Maybe. But that doesn't explain my stuff missing." "You've been stressed out lately, are you sure you're not just misplacing stuff? I can help you look if you want?" You thought about Hoseok's words, it was true that you were stressed, heck, you were beyond stressed. Your parents had high expectations of you and your grades, and you knew how important it was for them for you to pass for your upcoming exams this year. "Maybe you're right, I have been stressed lately. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lash out at you." You apologized. "No.. it's fine, really." Hoseok beamed at you before placing a few bottles of soda in the cart. "Do we have everything?" "Yeah, I think so." After you got back home, you and Hoseok set up everything for your monthly movie night, both of you have been pretty busy so you had skipped a couple of times, but now, everything was ready for the marathon movie night.

Hoseok mentioned that it would probably be a good idea to order in, and despite you insisting you would pay half, he absolutely refused and said he’d pay for both of you, so instead you told yourself that next time you’ll just get food yourself before he comes over so there’s no way he could decline the offer.

“I’ll get it,” Hoseok said as he got up from the sofa and went to the door.

Ping!

Your eyes went to Hoseok’s phone, and your gaze remained there when you spotted your name on the text notification.

Chimmy: y/n won’t find out, right?

Your eyes moved away from the screen. You were embarrassed that you violated your friend’s privacy by reading his text message, and you soon brushed it off, it must be someone else with the same name, right?

“That’ll be $17.29.” The soft voice of the delivery driver snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Here’s $20, keep the change.”

Ping!

You looked again.

RJ: I knew putting that camera in her shower was a bad idea.

You felt your whole body tense at those words. No, no this couldn’t be real. You looked back at the open hallway door but Hoseok wasn’t back yet.

You unlocked his phone and tapped on the notification box and you were redirected to this group chat, titled: y/n fanclub room 14340.

Mang: HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!! Y/N wants to go to the police cuz of the cam and other ‘suspicious stuff’ (๏д๏)

Cooky: Dont wanna say it but

Cooky: Told you so (⌐■_■)

Koya: We need to stay calm.

Shooky: I already downloaded all the pics and vids to the hard drive so (*´﹃`)

RJ: Just distract her Hoseok, just a few more hours until it’s d-day

You flinched when you heard steps behind you and you put his phone back.

“They were pretty quick, I’m impressed!” Hoseok put the bags down on the table.

“Yeah, they were.” You turned on the TV with trembling fingers, starting the movie through Netflix.

About half an hour into the movie, you couldn’t help but want to investigate more about this strange groupchat.

“Actually, Hobi, I was wondering, could you throw out the trash for me, please? My back has been killing me...” You hoped that sounded convincing enough.

“Sure, no problem. Anything to help you out.” Hoseok got up. “I won’t take long.”He grinned before leaving the room.

Roya: Did you drug her yet?

Chimmy: We are anxiously waiting

Mang: Hold your horses Guys give me 5 more min

RJ: I can’t wait

Your palms started to sweat as you cupped each of your hands around you and your best friend’s cup before you switched them. You pushed your body back on the couch and you placed Hoseok’s phone back to where he left it. Hoseok tried to drug you yet there was a small voice in your head telling you that this must be a misunderstanding, a cruel one that is, you weren't willing to accept that your friend was capable of such thing.

“Did I miss anything?” Hoseok grinned before plopping down on the sofa.

“... oh, the movie? No, no. You didn’t miss anything.” Rather, you weren’t sure if you yourself missed anything, you were far too occupied to even care about what was happening on the screen.

“Y/N... is everything ok?” Hoseok scooted closer to you, leaning in slightly. “You look pale. Are you feeling sick? Let me get you something-“

“No, no, no, no.” You insisted, staring straight at the wall in front of you - you were far too worried that Hoseok could see the sparkle of lies in your eyes. “I’m fine. Let’s watch the movie, it’s almost finished.” You pressed further as you held in your breath, trying your hardest to not show him how nervous you felt.

Those text messages flashed in front of your eyes. Of course you were driven to ask Hoseok about it - but what if he denied? He was already not the person who you thought he was, so who says his personality won’t change a 180 degrees when he finds out you were snooping through his phone?

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrogate you.” At his apology, you turned to look at him, and you felt a wave of guilt overtake you at his saddened apology.

“No, no, you didn’t do anything wrong, Hobi.” You assured him, your eyes following his hand as he held onto the cup and lifted it. Part of you felt compelled to tell him about what you did but the other part needed the confirmation - that indeed Hoseok, your best friend, tried to drug you, so you simply sat there and watch as Hoseok murmured some words about the movie, complaining about how predictable horror movies were and that he was willing to bet that the main character would end up getting murdered.

And unfortunately, Hoseok’s words came out in a slower pace, and so did his expressive hand movements, his eyelids got heavier and he let out a few soft groans. Hoseok then let out a laugh, the kind that echoed through the room and he turned to look at you with a grin.

“Y/N... you did this, didn’t you?” Before you could respond, Hoseok grabbed onto your arm, albeit, he attempted to but his grip was too weak. “We will bring you home, soon, Y/N. That’s all I wanted.”

“Bring me...home? You tried to drug me Hoseok! Wait.. who is ‘we’, is it those people in the chatroom? What.. what is all of this?” Your voice cracked as you tried to hold back the terrified tears. "Tell me!" You jumped off the sofa, shaking as you watched Hoseok collapse on the sofa and close his eyes. “Hey, Hobi, wake up!” You shook him but there was no response.

There was something your best friend was not telling you and you knew it had to do with those people in the group chat. Hoseok’s phone was still on the table and you grabbed it, still keeping an eye on Hoseok here and there as you looked through the sent texts.

Koya: Any updates?

Chimmy: ???

RJ: You said you’d update us...

Shooky: We could call him.

No, no. They were getting suspicious. What should you do?!

Me: Yeah guys everything’s going exactly according to plan guys lolololol don’t worry about me

....

Shooky: Did you hit your head or something? You’re acting weird

Chimmy: As in weirder than usual

RJ: LMAO

Koya: Send us the pic when you’re done

Tata: I am sure she looks gorgeous when she’s asleep.

Chimmy: I can only imagine... so angelic..

Me: Yeah sure! Give me a sec!

This was probably one of the most stupidest things you have done, but after snapping a picture of yourself sleeping, you sent it to the group chat. You didn’t even bother to check what they said as you grabbed your coat, keys and phone before you dashed out of the house. About 15 minutes later you arrived at your school and headed straight to where you thought this strange club might be.

“134339....134340.” You looked up at the numbers imprinted in the glass panel above the door. This seemed to be it. You pressed down the door handle and let yourself into the dark room. With careful steps you slid your hand over the wall until you found the light switch. You squeezed your eyes shut as the bright ceiling light illuminated the classroom.

The room held nothing special and you wondered if you wandered off into the wrong classroom. It was a square shaped room. Four rows of chairs and desks, a whiteboard, a teacher's desk at the front plus wide windows that showed nothing but the dark. Aside from that, there was absolutely nada, zero, nothing. There must be some sort of error. This looked like a regular classroom and there was no sign of activities being held in here.

As you stood in the middle of the disappointing room, you started to think. Despite how mad you were at Hoseok, you were still worried about him and you couldn’t help but wonder if he got involved with the wrong crowd and that caused him to do what he did to you. Plus, you weren't sure if the drug might possibly cause some sort of damage.

It wasn’t an excuse and you still thought he was in the wrong but...

As you were deep in thoughts, your eyes spotted something that you haven't seen since you were a child. “The midnight fair? I haven’t seen that book in... forever.” It wouldn't hurt to have a peek, right? It wasn't as if there was anything better to do in here. You trailed your fingers over the row of books before pausing at the one that caught your interest. Years ago you chatted Hoseok’s ears off about how your grandparents loved reading this to you, and here it was.

“I guess this is the reading club...” You placed your finger on the top of the book and tilted it back.

“Eek!” You flinched at a sudden loud click coming from the bookcase. “What was that?” You whispered, as you looked around but stopped again at the tall bookcase. “Wait...” You held the bookcase with both hands and to your shock, it moved, no, levitated off the floor and slid to the right, revealing a hidden room.

You stepped inside and looked around in awe as you took in the details of the space you discovered. This... this sort of thing was possible? In a school? The carpet underneath your soles was thick, and far more pleasant than the thin creaky cold floors of this school. The more you glanced around the place, the more you realized that this was actual classroom 14340.

In one corner of the room was an altar, it had a small table with a variety of your personal items - a school year photo, a necklace you thought you had lost, a soap bottle and something that looked like a few strands of your hair.

On the largest wall of the room, there were multiple photos of yourself, filling every inch of the what you presumed black wall.

Your gaze stopped at the whiteboard in front of the large u shaped table.

[Project: Bring y/n home]

Hoseok will invite y/n for a movie night

Hoseok will pour sleeping aid in y/n’s drink

Y/N falls asleep and Hoseok puts her in the trunk

Hoseok sends pic of y/n in the trunk to group chat

Hoseok brings her to the new house

At the new house y/n will have a welcome home party

You tried to make sense of what you just read but no matter what, you weren’t able to connect all the dots - who was behind all of this? What did your friend have to do with this, and most importantly why was all of this happening?

You grabbed your phone, ready to call 911 but unfortunately you had no signal. "Of course," You huffed before sliding your phone back into your pocket. Seems like you had to make a call outside.

But still - What in the hell was all of this? This shit was absolutely terrifying and highly disgusting.

You had seen enough. First of all, you had to get out of here as soon as possible, and second, you had to call the police or the very least tell the principal about this.

“Y/N?”

You screamed at the sudden voice and spun around, covering your eyes with your arm when a bright flashlight was pointed at you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Wait, that voice. That was Seokjin from your class.

“Class president..?” You looked up and felt relief wash over you, and you dashed towards him. “I’m so happy you’re here, I-“ You stopped a few feet in front of him and you couldn’t stop the tears from spilling out. The last hour was an emotional rollercoaster and you were so relieved that Seokjin was here.

“Hey, Y/N.. what’s wrong? Did you get hurt?” Seokjin placed his hands onto your shoulders.

“Seokjin," You whined as your glossy eyes met his worried eyes. "I, you won’t believe this. My best friend tried to drug me, and there’s this crazy group chat with sick people who seem to have this fanclub dedicated to me, and.. I know this sounds insane but you have to believe me..please.”

“I believe you.” Seokjin assured, almost immediately after your rambles, as he rubbed your arms which felt comforting and calmed you down. “I really do, oh, poor little lamb, what to do, what to do?” There was something about the tone in his voice that caused all your internal alarms to go off.

“Seokjin..?” A wicked grin tugged on his lips as his eyes widened, he stared right at you as his grip on you tightened.

“I...” You shrugged your shoulders to lose his grip on your shoulders and you stepped back as your eyes never left his. "What's..." You paused when you got into contact with something, or rather, someone.

“Y/N, please don’t call us crazy. We are simply boys in love, in love with you.” You turned to look at the voice and there stood a man, taller than you, and if you remember correctly, he was also a last year student in class B or C.

Not that that information was relevant right now.

“L-look, I don’t know what’s going on here, b-but I don’t feel comfortable and I’m leaving now.” With that, you rushed to the open entrance and hurried into the classroom.

However, there you saw that someone was blocking the door - the only exit out of this place, and you rushed to the window. It wasn't as if you'd get seriously hurt, this room was on the main floor, all you had to do was climb out and- "Ah!" You shouted when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist. "No, let me go! Stop! I don't want this! Someone help me!" You yelped as you kicked around. "Help!" You screeched. "Jimin, give her something to calm down, she's obviously in a lot of distress." Seokjin ordered. "Jimin?" You looked over at the person who entered the classroom. "What are you doing here, I, Jimin, you need to help me, these guys are keeping me hostage and- ah!" You yelped at the sudden needle penetrating into your skin. "Jimin... are you part of this too?" All hope that you had of the kind boy from the animal shelter rescuing you crumbled right underneath your feet.

Whatever Jimin injected into you, worked, and you stopped resisting against the hold of Yoongi's arms as he dragged you back into the room. The bookcase was shoved back and a dim light was turned on.

“Gosh, she’s even prettier up close.” Jimin swooned.

“Can you believe Hoseok had her all for himself all this time?” Jungkook questioned.

“Why... why are you guys doing this? Please- let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone, promised! Let me go, please, I’m scared.” You tried to pull away from the ropes that were tied around your wrists.

“We are doing this because we love you, Y/N. We did everything because of our love for you.” Namjoon smiled as he knelt down in front of you.

Everything — it finally hit you.

“The cameras at my house, those gifts, the love letters,” You paused as you tried to regulate your shaky breath. “My boyfriend, the GPS in my phone and car, that’s all you?”

“And our Jungkook here got rid of that horrible bitch that dared to bully you, but yes all of that was for you and you only, Y/N.” Seokjin patted Jungkook's head and in return Jungkook rolled his eyes before stepping away from him.

These boys, no, men, were absolutely bonkers and it started to dwell on you that they were capable of doing many things, which included hurting you if they wanted to. “No, this can’t be true. Please...” You stared at the ceiling as you tried to make sense of all that happened in the last two hours. “Please let me go home, I won’t tell a soul.”

“What do we do now, Namjoon? Should we keep her here?” One of them questioned.

“Because y/n is still dazzled by all of this, we should give her some time to get used to this, don't you think?”

“We’re here!” The voice of your friend, or well, the man who used to be your friend, hollered from the classroom. Hoseok entered along with a student you haven’t met before. How big was this twisted fan club exactly?

“Alright, we are complete now, yeah? Let’s formally introduce ourselves now.”

“What should we say? Ah- I can’t believe this day has come.”

“Please just let me go...” You whimpered, not interested in hearing their introduction.

“Kim Namjoon.”

“Kim Seokjin.”

“Min Yoongi.”

“Jung Hoseok.”

“Park Jimin.”

“Kim Taehyung.”

“Jeon Jungkook.”

They all cornered you and bowed down to you, and you could do nothing but look up at them as they hovered over your shaking figure.

“Welcome to room 14340, y/n.”