JIMIN & J-HOPEperforming Together

JIMIN & J-HOPE performing together

Happy Ever After

Yandere! Jungkook, Slight! Yandere! Taehyung

Warnings: yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, talks of death, afterlife, possessive behaviour, controlling behaviour, threats, restraints, lack of names for side characters since i’m lazy sssh, pls lmk if i’ve missed anything

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Ta-da! Finally managed to post this! Can’t say much in the warnings without spoilers lmao, but it’s not some magically unpredictable plot so nvm. Taehyung’s not in this as much as he should be…there will be a second part (hopefully) soon. Also the yandere is pretty soft/ subtle compared to my usual stuff…idk why the buildup takes so much more in longer fics uhhh just want the action right?? well next time lol I’m not happy with this at all, but I’d be just as frustrated if I never posted it, so I’m posting it! Hope you enjoy 💕

Happy halloween! 🎃👻

The afterlife was simply that- the life after. After what? Well, everything before now.

The words were printed across the wall, bold and bright. As if they simply got tired of explaining this to everyone, and decided, a sign would be easier. And so their sign was made.

It still left you with many questions. The remaining walls didn’t seem to offer any more insightful knowledge, a shame. If you were in the afterlife, did that mean you were…dead? How did you die? And what…what happens now?

You stare hard at the bell, sitting rather ominously on what looks like a typical receptionist's desk. What, were you supposed to check in? It seemed rather daunting, and, if the large prints above told you anything, the people here weren’t fond of incessant questions.

The bell rings, just once, and your eyes snap to it. A woman stands behind the desk, smile clipped. “Finally. I’ve been waiting for a while now, I must say, your service is terrible,”

“What…?” Why did it seem like she was the customer, and you were… “I’m not-”

She cuts in, “Hm, what’s your name?” This woman…honestly, it felt as if she was going to report you for your lousy service. “Am I going to have to explain everything to you? Did you not read the sign? Dearie, you are dead. Now, what’s your name and date of birth? Hurry! If all my customers are as drowsy as you, I'm never going to get my lunch break!”

The information slips out without you even noticing, she taps a few buttons- did you not notice the computer there before? A couple more clicks, and you see a printer appear. These objects…they really were materialising right in front of you, weren’t they?

The woman heaves a sigh, “You only see things when you’re supposed to. For example, there’s no need for you to see all this paperwork.” She waves her hand, as if to gesture to a large pile. You see nothing.

“Why?” You whisper.

A smile, “It’s confidential.” You're handed a large envelope, your name printed on the front. “This contains a leaflet detailing all you need to know, and a phone number to call if you really must ask more questions. I’d tell you that curiosity killed the cat, but we’ve been informed that, apparently, it’s insensitive. Especially for youngsters like yourself.” You're not sure what she means by that, but the sharp glare tells you enough to know that it wasn’t kind. “One more thing. Your fiancé, he’s waiting outside.”

“What? He didn’t die too, it was only me, wasn’t it?” The last thing you remember, he had proposed to you. You’d said yes. It was such a happy memory- how did things turn so quickly, that you were now dead. You were both dead?

“Think. If he’s here, he’s dead too.” She shakes her head. “You kids can continue as you were here, so don’t start crying about it just yet. Run along now, I have things to do, and he was awfully stubborn about waiting for you.”

You exit through a door you’re sure wasn’t there before; that seems to be the way here. The door leads to a small courtyard, neat and orderly, a few trees in carefully designated patches of grass. Leaning against one is your fiancé. He begins walking towards you, and you can’t help but run towards him, finding comfort in his familiar presence.

“Jungkook!” His name leaves your lips before you even think about it, your arms open wide to embrace him. Your hug is returned at once, Jungkook’s arms wrapping you up. However, it lacks warmth. You pull back, alarmed. Grasping at your own hands, your arms, Jungkook’s hands. They’re all stone cold.

“Princess…we’re…you know.” He grimaces softly, his fingers curling around your palm.

You sniffle, “I’m sorry…”

Jungkook chuckles, hands cupping your face, gentle. “What are you apologising for? You can’t be thinking this is your fault, we have no idea what happened. And there’s no need for us to know, either.”

“But…what if I want to know? What if I need to know?” You mumble, doubtful. Jungkook’s cold hands are inexplicably comforting on your frozen face.

He sighs, pulling you closer, “I’m not risking you beating yourself up over something that doesn’t matter anymore, alright? I’m sure it wasn’t your fault, but I know you. I know you’ll blame yourself.” He hesitates, before finally pulling away, reaching to pick the envelopes you’d dropped off the floor. “Now, I was told once we leave this courtyard, we can choose a guide to help us settle in. We’re together, princess, forever.”

You nod slowly. Jungkook had always handled shocking situations better than you had- anything new, too. It was no surprise that this was no different, you dreaded to imagine how you’d be if it were you alone. But the thought of Jungkook being dead…of your fiancé dying because of you, that thought filled your very core with sinking dread.

Jungkook presses a kiss to your knuckles, gently pulling you away from darker thoughts. You want to keep holding his hand forever, you think.

Leaving the courtyard, you find a marketplace of sorts, all stalls advertising some kind of specialised guide service. You pause in front of a large board, a list of all the stalls. There’s even a guide to find a guide.

A man appears before you,, the badge in his shirt simply reading ‘guide’. “Oh my! Did you two come here together? It’s been a while since we had such a sweet couple. Please hand your information files over and I’ll direct you to someone who can offer the best experience.”

Jungkook gives him the two envelopes, and he flicks through the contents too fast for you to follow, humming as he does so. “Ohh, you’ve just got engaged! How romantic, to come here right after pledging your love, your lives!!” The guide swoons a little, arms waving all over the place. “I’ve got the perfect person, leaving you in wonderfully capable hands so you can live your forevers together! I’m a little jealous!”

The guide sends you to yet another stall, this one with the title ‘happy ever after’, rather fitting, you must say.

“Ah! Welcome to the afterlife! My name’s Cupid. You must be the sweet couple.” She grins, beckoning you to follow her. You look back at the stall, wondering if it’s okay to just leave, but it’s vanished from sight. “Now, I’d first like to assure you that I’m fully capable, eighty percent of our couples remain together until even now, and another ten percent stayed together for over two hundred years before splitting. I assure full satisfaction- refunds are available within the first hundred years only.”

“Wait, we have to pay for this?” You ask, startled, even in the afterlife does the world run on money.

“Well,” She laughs, “You don’t. The money put into your funerals is more than enough to have you set for decades to come, including our ‘Happy Ever After’ package. I’ll talk more about payments later on, but rest assured that you’ll still remain at peace without spending a single penny. Houses- estates- included.”

Well, that’s a relief. The last thing the afterlife needs is to be plagued by the capitalism of earth. Perhaps it really was about leaving behind worldly treasures- teaching souls how to truly rest, without worrying about such things.

You nodded, that’s the way it should be, right? “We don’t want a mansion or anything.” You state.

Jungkook turns to you, “We don’t?” You worry for a second that your opinions are colliding, that he disagrees, that he instead intends to make the most of the afterlife- being able to attain anything is certainly impressive, you wouldn’t blame him. But Jungkook smiles, looking more adoringly than you’ve seen him at all today, and reiterates your words. “We don’t want a mansion. Somewhere cozy would be best.”

“Somewhere cozy…hm, alright then.” The guide grins, “Follow me. I know just the village.”

The walk seems much shorter than it should, especially considering the wide variety of terrain you’ve crossed. Perks of the afterlife again, you assume. Cities, farmhouses, somewhere that looked inspired by retro sci-fi, and the previously mentioned estates— all gorgeous, no doubt perfectly suited to those living there. You hoped your new home would be similarly so.

“Here!” The guide pauses. Yes, you could see yourself living here. The cute, suburban style. An idealised version of what you’re used to, you suppose. “Is this to your liking, oh sweet couple? If you’d prefer something bigger just say so, it’s all possible here.” Her tune changes quickly. “But of course, if you two are happy, that’s all that matters. Many prefer to live almost identically to their first lives anyway. And there’s no risk of going overboard this way. A grand choice.”

You frown, “Going overboard? I thought money wasn’t an issue?”

Her smile falters, “It’s not…But, well, after around…hm, ten- fifty years you can start looking for a job here. If you’d like, of course. It’s all up to preference.”

She hadn’t answered your question, or explained herself much, but you decided to leave it at that. You’d find out more another time. You had eternity, after all. That, and you’d been assured money wouldn’t ever be an issue, so you didn’t think it was too big of a concern.

Jungkook speaks up again, “Then…are the jobs just to keep people out of boredom? Or if they’re craving something new? Is that what you mean?” He hums a little, thoughtful, “So, if we went overboard now, we may be rushing things- and instead…instead we should enjoy everything here slowly…?”

“Precisely!” She chirps, clapping her hands together in delight. Saves the explanation, you guess. “Your new home is number 31. Just the date you got here, don’t think too hard about it. It’s currently the standard model for this village, but you may customise things as much as you wish.”

She leads you towards the door- a townhouse look, not excessively big, but more than you had in any apartment you’d ever visited. There’s a small knocker on the front. Though, the guide presses a doorbell to the side, watching the door open on its own. You’re going to assume it doesn’t normally do that.

“Here we are.” She hovers in the doorway, apparently not coming in with you. “I’ve made you a package- here.” She hands a heafty file over, Jungkook takes it with ease. “Covers the neighbourhood, food, any burning questions- and how to customise your home! Now. You two have some tea, calm down a little bit- you’re looking rather stiff still, miss! And think about all that tomorrow, alright? The best wedding planner around will visit you tomorrow, but it’s a casual visit. So, promise me you’ll take it easy?”

“Y/n here likes to worry over things, but I’ll make sure she does.” Jungkook wraps his arm around your shoulders, chuckling softly. You join him, bashful.

“Call me if you need anything.” The guide nods, giving the two of you a wave before she leaves.

“So...you want some tea?” Jungkook looks around awkwardly, closing the door behind him, “The guide said we should but I can’t see where...Ah! I found it!” He heads over to a teapot you’re sure wasn’t there before, and begins the brewing. It was like in reception...you didn’t notice things until you were supposed to, or something. Seemed a little strange, but this was the afterlife, all of it was strange so far.

You approach him slowly, leaning against the counter. “Jungkook...do you think we even need to eat? Or have tea? I mean...we’re...you know, so why would we…?”

His smile is strained, you can tell that much after having known him for so long, but you don’t mention it, recognising his attempt to comfort you. “Whether or not we need to...isn’t it...nice..? I know it’s silly, but I don’t see the harm in pretending things are normal every now and then, at least, small comforts like this are good.”

You mull over his words, the room is silent, both of you likely thinking similar things. It’s difficult to get over the fact that you’re dead, it’s even harder to get used to being in the afterlife.

There’s a soft beeping noise, nothing alarming or obnoxious, but enough to get your attention. The teapot has lifted all on its own, and two cups of tea are poured out. You take the one closest to you, hesitant- what if it suddenly moves away, or-- what if it notices your hesitation, and it disappears, because you don’t really want the tea??

“Princess,” Jungkook’s arms guide you to the sofa, one arm around your shoulders as he holds his own teacup with the other, gentle. “Stop worrying, okay? You’ve got me; we’re in this together. Always remember that.”

“How are you so calm, Kook?” You smile shakily, taking a sip of tea. It’s quite possibly the best tea you’ve ever had. Of course it is.

His arm pulls you closer, until you’re leaning against him. “Because I have you with me, and I love you.” You drink more tea, it’s still good- the perfect temperature, too.

“I love you too.”

——

You’re awoken to the soft flutters of sunlight through the curtains. Jungkook lays beside you, his hair ruffled and fluffy- it’s cute, the kind of sight that belongs in dreams, laying on clouds, dancing with the sunshine, beautiful dreams.

His eyes peek over to you, soft and loving. He wraps his arms around you together, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Morning, princess,”

“Good morning, Jungkook.” You hug him back, giggling a little at the feel of his lips on your skin. You feel him smiling, a devious grin, and then the warmer sensation of his tongue. “Jungkook!” You squeal, laughing harder. He persists, the soft sensation growing harder as he begins to suck against your skin, the graze of his teeth as he forms a mark. You let him do as he pleases, knowing that your fiancé had never been that possessive, it was fine.

Jungkook finally pulls away, looking rather satisfied with himself. “My wife.” He chirps.

You click your tongue, “People normally give rings, not big red marks, you animal. Come on, if you’re so excited, we should get up and begin decorating our house.”

He whines, “Y/nnn you can’t say things like that- now I wanna mark you all over again. Wait. You mark me instead. In the same spot, too. Come on, please!”

You sit up, ruffling his hair- it’s even cuter now. “What’s gotten into you, you’re never like this. I’m going to shower.”

He sits up too, catching you by the wrist before you’re able to make it fully out of the bed. Jungkook’s face has hardened into an expression of uncharacteristic seriousness. “Don’t you want to?”

You laugh, “What? Mark you?” He nods. You snort, amused, “You know I have no interest in owning you, Jungkook..”

He’s still acting serious, his grip on your wrist tightening, “What if I said I wanted to own you? What if I wanted you to be mine in every sense of the word? You’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

You raise a brow, tugging his grip off of you and getting out of the bed. You’re wearing his shirt. When did that happen? Jungkook must’ve carried you to bed after you fell asleep on the couch. Your heart swoons a little- even with the two of you engaged, you’re still like this. “If you actually wanted to, I’d consider it. But I know you, and you've never wanted that. Stop messing around now.”

He pauses for a second, before breaking into a chuckle. “Ah, you caught me. I thought I was about to unlock some secret desire of yours, princess. It was you who demanded that you wear that shirt to bed, you know.”

“I was probably half asleep! It was convenient.” You huff.

“Whatever you say…” he smiles, a knowing grin, you roll your eyes. “Now, go shower.”

You’re now showered and dressed for the day in comfortable clothes, because, as Jungkook said, why bother holding up appearances in the afterlife? You still put some effort in, of course, but you’re sure your desire to do so will dwindle with time. Besides, you would be meeting your wedding planner today, you should make a good first impression.

Jungkook dressed up smarter than you’d expected after all that talk, too. He looked more like he was preparing for a date than just decorating. Maybe he was excited to meet the person who’d be planning your wedding.

“No dungarees?” You tease.

Jungkook pouts somewhat, looking as if he wants to change. You hold onto his arm, tugging him back over. “You look fine, Kook. And besides, it’s not like the afterlife is going to splash paint on us. Do you remember when we painted that bench for your brother and I ruined those new jeans? It was awful. If that happens here…” You trail off, catching Jungkook's expression. It’s hard to place, but it’s certainly not one as fond of joyful as you thought it would be.

Ah. It must be hard to think about everyone you left behind. You sigh, pushing those thoughts away. They won’t help you comfort him.

“Hey…They’re strong. He’s strong. And..you know they’d want you to be happy here. Jungkook, I…”

“Thank you, Y/n.” Jungkook's eyes are so warm, so full of love, you feel as though you’re about to melt. “I love you.”

It sounds more sorrowful than it should, still, but you know it’s hard. It’s hard for you, too. You can’t expect Jungkook to keep up a happy act all the time. But you can try to comfort him. You smile, pulling him in for a hug. Jungkook accepts it instantly, sighing deeply into your shoulder, relaxing finally.

The two of you stay like that for a while, you’re not sure how long. But you feel warm and fuzzy once you finally pull away. Jungkook’s touch lingers, his lips parted. “We should get to work, then.”

The doorbell rings; you place down the paintbrush, neatening up your hair and appearance a little before answering the door. He’s surprisingly young- you’d expected someone closer in resemblance to that of the wedding planners you’d met before. Many people here seemed young, actually. You wonder if appearance can be chosen. You suppose not, frowning slightly, for the guide had not mentioned it. They were young too.

“Hello. Y/n, I assume?” His voice is deep, soothing. You nod, smiling. The man returns your smile warmly. Reminded of what Jungkook said before, you note he’s chosen to wear a suit to this meeting. It’s rather refreshing, honestly. “I’m Taehyung, I’ll be your wedding planner.”

With introductions over, you realise you still haven’t invited him in, and rush to do so, sweeping your decorating tools out of the way. Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind the mess you’ve created, looking around the house with a soft curiosity.

You guide him to the sofas, and go to fetch Jungkook while he settles. You find your fiance busy decorating the windows of the hall, he turns to you immediately, grinning. “Did you miss me?”

Jungkook’s grin is cheeky, teasing. You give a placating kiss to his cheek, tugging him along to where you left Taehyung, “The wedding planner’s here.”

He perks up even more at that, somehow managing to slip in another kiss before you reach the sofa, settling down beside each other (not on top, though Jungkook did attempt to playfully pull you onto his lap).

Taehyung sends the two of you a smile, looking genuinely pleased.

“It must be such a heartwarming job.” You say, not realising the words were spoken aloud.

His smile widens, eyes almost sparkling as he replies, “Yes, it’s truly a blessing to be able to see such happy couples receive the union they’ve always wanted, I planned things back on earth, too, but I’ve always been particularly fond of weddings.”

Jungkook kisses your cheek again, “Mm, I can’t wait for ours. Right, princess?”

You nod, clutching his palm gently. He’s awfully affectionate today- not that you’re complaining! You’re just surprised, yes, that’s it. It’s surprising, is all.

“I’m going to begin with a few questions to the two of you, just to get a feel for your relationship, the two of you, and to warm up a little.” He chuckles, “Don't worry, Y/n, you’re not being tested on anything. There are no wrong answers- every couple’s story is beautiful, no matter how embarrassing they may think it is. Fate chose these events for you, remember.”

“Our story isn’t embarrassing.” Jungkook's eyes are glossy, reminiscent. He’s such a daydreamer. “It’s perfect.”

“Yes, well, for me, being found stuck out in the snow so pathetically was quite the embarrassing moment. You got to play the hero and rescue me, of course you don’t find it embarrassing…” You huff, cheeks red, but you keep hold of Jungkook's hand, a small reassurance.

He grins, “I’ll always save you from pathetic situations like that, sweetheart. Besides, it wasn’t your fault.”

“Well…” You chuckle, trailing off.

Taehyung interjects, “I see. Miss Y/n obviously isn’t as fond of this story as maybe some others, so…why not tell me about your favourite moments now? I hear you’re very recently engaged.”

“That…” Jungkook frowns, “That happened right before we died, I’m afraid we don’t remember much.”

“I’m sorry, really.” Taehyung looks guilty.

“It’s okay! You didn’t know.” You assure him. “Um, my favourite date was probably our first halloween together. It was when I think I truly fell in love with you, actually.” Jungkook’s fists are clenched- much like your first meeting, this may be an embarrassing story for him. But it’s one you’re fond of. “We we’re watching movies, cuddling, and, uh, you know…movie stuff…”

You pause, checking up on him. His jaw is clenched, but he’s not stopping you, and he’d always say if he was uncomfortable, “But then there was this huge loud noise! Thunder, lightning, all of that. Since it was halloween, naturally, we were a little paranoid. Jungkook said he saw a ghost that night. We were planning on…uh, hooking up, that night, but we ended up just huddled up on the sofa the whole time.” You kiss Jungkook’s knuckles carefully. “I know it’s a little embarrassing, but it was one of the softest nights of my life. I…I really liked it, honestly, I felt like we grew closer than ever before.”

Taehyung has taken a few notes down of what you’ve been saying, nodding, humming along enthusiastically. He’s a great listener, especially for stories.

You hold Jungkook closer, planning to vanquish any embarrassment that way. He embraces you too, until the two of you are in some sort of strange koala grasp, and you decide Taehyung probably sees enough pda that you should give him a little break. But, oh, is it hard to leave Jungkook's warmth.

“Thank you, both of you for those stories. I enjoyed them, and I’ve learnt a lot.” Taehyung pulls two folders out of his bag. “Now if the two of you could each fill out this questionnaire. It’s long, I know, but it’s to give me a very thorough idea of what you’re looking for. I’ll leave these with you, but once you’re done just press submit right at the bottom there, and they’ll be delivered to me.” His laughter deepens at your soft noise of wonder. The afterlife truly was impressive. “I’ll see you next time, Jungkook…Y/n.”

You watch with a smile as the door closes, the sound of footsteps clicking disappearing almost instantly. Jungkook’s breath is hot on your ear, he never seemed to really pull away when you had.

“I don’t like him.” Your fiancé declares.

You laugh, hitting his arm slightly. “You don’t like anyone when you first meet them, don’t be silly. That man will be planning our wedding, you’ve got to be nice or else our wedding will suck. And it’ll be your fault.”

“It’ll be his fault.” Jungkook huffs, childish.

You sigh, moving away from the sofa and heading into the kitchen. You know Jungkook is just playing, and there’s no real resentment towards Taehyung. He needs a good reason to actually act hostile towards someone, the rational man you’ve decided to marry.

You wonder if marriage contracts are legally grinding in the afterlife, too. It’s not as if they’ll work on ‘till death do us part’ or any traditional religion- perhaps? You’ll look into it later. For now, you suppose it’s more a matter of satisfying everyone’s wishes. Like…like ghosts, you snicker.

You pull out the ‘cookbook’, something Mina’s guide had introduced you to earlier. You simply search for a meal, browse through suggestions, or even take a quiz to decide what you want to eat. You don’t think you even need to eat. But it’s all about comfort, right? Resting.

In the end, you settle on a pasta dish, clicking a few more buttons and waiting for the dish to appear. You’ve chosen to have it ‘homemade’ — this means the meal appears about one minute away from finishing, boiling away in the pans that appeared along with it. It felt a little less lazy than just having the food ‘ready made’, even if they were essentially the same thing.

After serving the dishes, you take the two bowls back over to the sofa, setting yours down on the coffee table and handing Jungkook his. You catch his mouth watering a little, but let it slide this time. You’ll have plenty of time to tease him, anyway.

He grunts his thanks continuously between bites, and you decide to read through the questionnaire. Maybe even get some of it done. It’s nearly five pages of small printed questions.

“‘Ideal spot for a first date?’ Why ask this?” You giggle, “Oh, even better. Here, you choose your favourite of five different fonts. And thickness of the letters, pff!”

“He really meant it when he said it was thorough, huh?” Jungkook chuckles. He peers over at your sheet, only to frown. “You’ve written answers, right? Why can’t I see them?”

“Maybe…” You think back, back to the lady at the desk when you arrived. “Maybe you’re not supposed to.”

He raises an eyebrow, questioning. You amend your answer. “You know, like how the teapot- everything appears only when we want them to, need them to. So maybe this is like that too.”

“But I want to see what you’ve put…” He pouts.

Your gaze softens. “I can tell you any you’re really curious about, Kook, and it’s not like you won’t know the answer anyway. Bet I can guess nearly all of yours.”

“Oh yeah?” He looks smug, eyes flicking through the pages at record speed. “You’re sure you know my least favourite stuffing for a pillow?” You laugh. He looks even more smug now. “It’s buckwheat. Much prefer something soft.”

“Alright, alright, I give in. But that’s really not the kind of thing I need to know right now, is it? I mean, can’t we get any pillow magically?” You roll your eyes, hands gesturing ‘magic’ motions. Jungkook snickers at this.

“Do you know your favourite pillow?” He pipes up.

“Do I know my own favourite pillow?” He noted the incredulous look on your face in amusement. Ah, ah that’s where this was going. “Go on then. Enlighten me.”

Jungkook tucks you carefully so you’re laying against him, head resting firmly against his chest. It’s still cold, both of you are, but you can almost feel the warmth. More lukewarm than plain freezing. It’s better, at least. “Hm. Too hard. Even buckwheat would be better than this.”

“Y/n!” He whines, hands wrapping around your waist, trapping you against him. “No. You’re staying here forever now. I’ll teach you.”

“Mm, okay. Goodnight, Jungkook.”

“Can’t be that bad if you’re so happy to sleep here, can it? Give in and I’ll even carry you to bed.”

“Ugh, you know how to tempt me. Let’s go.”

——

You and Taehyung get along great- much to the apparent displeasure of Jungkook. He seems to sulk after every meeting, becomes more petty each time they meet.

This occasion is no different.

Taehyung has been showing the two of you a gorgeous reception hall- for what guests, you’re not really sure, but he said to embrace everything as if it was before. This is all just for you and Jungkook anyway, you remind yourself. If only Jungkook would see that.

You’ve now moved on through a stroll around the estates walls- it’s somehow just as exquisite as the interior. You love that. Normally places like this are either gorgeous on the outside or in- very rarely do they maintain both to such standards. Or to your tastes.

“Care to try cake flavours with me? I know you both said similar things on the questionnaire, but different bakers…designs, you know…” Taehyung looks over to the two of you.

Jungkook is pointedly- immaturely, might you add- turned away from you, his arms crossed, just to top it off. Taehyung looks at you, a look that screams panic, awkward!! And, oh, are you feeling the same.

“Y/n’ll do a good job without me anyway.” Jungkook grunts. “I’m going to look at the garden.”

You let him leave, watching as he does so, just in case he happens to regret his choice, comes running back with an apology. Jungkook does no such thing.

“Everything alright, angel?” Taehyung’s smooth voice fills your ears. He’s leant down, whispering close by.

You flush, “I told you not to call me that!”

“Because Jungkook will get mad, right?” Taehyung frowns. “I know I’m supposed to be helping the two of you get married but…you’re sure he’s the one?”

“Taehyung, I-…I love him. We dated before for years, we died the same night we got engaged, I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.”

He gestures to the door, and you follow eagerly. Taehyung still seems stuck on this topic, however. “It’s just…if you’ve only ever loved him, how do you know? How do you know he’s right for you, that he truly is the man you should marry? The man you’ll be with for eternity, Y/n.”

You sigh, “I don’t know that, but I know I was sure about it when I was alive, and if I was ready to spend my whole life with him then, I don’t see how this is any different.” You shrug, a bitter chuckle, “Besides, we can always get a divorce later if things turn out to be so bad. Now, cake flavours.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll drop it.” He smiles at you, revealing the first cake. “Just know you can always come to me if you have any problems- with anything, or just if you feel like it. I’d like to be friends with you, if that’s okay,”

“I’d like that too.” You smile. “Chocolate? Oh, damn, that’s good!”

He laughs, “I think you’ll like this next one even more, honestly.”

Taehyung was right, he often seemed to be right. The thought landed suddenly, and seemed to plant itself in your mind, weighing heavily.

It was overgrown by that evening, as you and Jungkook lay in bed, his talking only seeming to make things worse.

“I’m sorry about how I acted earlier.” He started off well- in a way that made you rather hopeful for the conversation. But those hopes quickly sunk the more he said. It seemed to worsen each time. “You and Taehyung seem closer than ever.”

“So you’re not sorry.”

He rolls over, turning to face you properly. “I’m sorry for how I acted…I just think you should be too-”

“What?”

“When I walked away…I know it was childish, but I'm your fiancé, you should’ve taken my side, you should’ve gone with me. Taehyung wouldn’t have cared anyway.” Jungkook’s getting angrier the more this goes on.

It’s no good. “Jungkook, you said yourself that I was fine on my own. If you want me to listen to your words, then…they should be consistent…”

He grabs your face, fingers tugging you closer. You’re forced to gaze into his eyes, the soft light from the window flooding through, the slight glint in his stare. “Okay. Listen to what I'm saying now then. Don’t leave my side, Y/n, I hated it when you did earlier, and I hate the thought of it. It scares me. So, tomorrow, please stay by my side, no matter what? Please…hold my hand throughout the day. Please.”

You soften, closing the distance between the two of you, pressing your lips to his. “Alright. I’ll stay with you, Jungkook. Always.” You laugh, “Well, not literally always- but tomorrow, tomorrow I’ll do my best. And no more of that pettiness tomorrow either, deal?”

He nods, sealing the deal with a kiss.

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Today you’re going to get the dress fitted. And Jungkook’s suit, of course. He’d decided to compromise on traditions. To go for the fittings together, since there wasn’t really anyone else to go. But to keep it a surprise-which of the various suits and dresses you’d decided on in the end.

Taehyung had narrowed down the list of stores rather a lot, until only three were left. And then, the afterlife being what it is, he combined the stock of the three, into one grand store- held inside the larger. That questionnaire truly was helpful.

Jungkook keeps a hold of your hand, gently, but firmly, throughout the journey there. You rub soothing circles into his palm when first seeing Taehyung, as if it’ll calm down any lingering anger he may hold. It wasn’t Taehyung’s fault.

“Good afternoon, Jungkook, Y/n.” Taehyung gives his signature wave and smile. “It’s always nice to see the two of you.”

“Are you planning other weddings at the minute?” You ask, curious. It sounded that way, didn’t it?

He nods, looking somewhat shy. “Only two others, and they’re almost at the end. I’m not really needed there, so I promise all my attention is on you.” He gestures hastily to the two of you. “If I’m being honest, this wedding suits my own tastes much more, so I’m enjoying this. I hope the results will bring you a similar satisfaction,”

“Me too.” Jungkook speaks, calm, but cold. You suppose it’s better than the previous day, where he was downright rude. “Shall we take turns, princess, or…?”

“You go first, Jungkook.” You give his hand a final squeeze. “I have to say, I’m dying to see your suit. Or just you in a suit. It’s been so long.”

“A big fan of suits, hm?” Taehyung chuckles.

Jungkook’s grin turns sharp, forced. “Of me, I think.”

“Of course, of course.” You usher him over to a rack of tuxedos, trying to first decide between colours. “You thinking classic black and white, or should we mix it up?”

“Mix it up as far as navy?” Jungkook gasps, “That’d be bold, wouldn't it? Next you’re going to say you’re considering a cream coloured dress.” You giggle, browsing through the suits, looking for something eye catching. They look rather similar to you now, but maybe once they’re on they look different.

They all look good.

Jungkook has looked amazing in every single suit he tried, and only his picky taste has helped narrow things down. Not by much, but it’s a better job than you were doing. All you’ve been able to do is sit and gasp at each and every outfit, laughing whenever he decided to pose, or even spin a little.

But once you’ve gone through his suit collection once again, all with various poses, struts and winks, Jungkook declares he's decided. He tells you it’s based on his favourite reaction of yours, but that doesn’t help. You don’t know what his favourite reaction was!

After asking and asking, he eventually smiles and tells you it’s a surprise. You pout as hard as you can, but he doesn’t give in, only telling you he wishes to see such a great reaction on your wedding day too.

You decide you’ll get your revenge when it’s your turn, and he’s desperate to know of your decision.

But then you start trying dresses on, peering at yourself in the mirror before revealing them to Jungkook, who falls speechless at every last one. You realise how difficult a decision this is going to be, you’d always known that, but now…now you actually have to make it.

You can’t even make the decision based on Jungkook’s reactions- for honestly, they’d all been pretty good. You can’t even pick a favourite of them. The dress!! The dress is the part every child dreams of…

You end up trying them all on once more, but Jungkook still seems just as enthusiastic. Then you try around half of those on another time, twirling, adding accessories, seeing what works best. What’s most comfortable. They’re all comfortable.

You sigh.

Taehyung knocks on the door. Dressed back into the clothes you came in, you open the door. He gives a small smile as a greeting.

“Taehyung…I can’t decide.” You whine, giving your most forlorn look.

He seems panicked, jumping to help immediately. Taehyung scans over the dresses you’d been trying, and after maybe two minutes of his silent staring, obviously thinking hard, he takes two and separates them. “These are the best, if you’re asking me.”

“You can ask me too, you know,” Jungkook appears in the doorway, letting himself in easily. He stares at the dresses too, but eventually just sighs, leaving Taehyung’s choice as it is. He turns to your wedding planner. “We’ll see you in the foyer.”

Taehyung takes the order graciously, leaving with a smile still.

“Are you okay?” You check up on Jungkook, hoping to soothe any irrational jealousy quickly.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck. “Yeah.”

“You sure?”

He hesitates this time, he knows you’ve caught him. “I wanted to pick a different dress as my favourite just to spite him, just so I could’ve helped too, but…he made the right choice, I think. They’re all perfect, but those two are…even better? I’m sorry.”

“Jungkook.” He looks up, looking rather pitiful. “The only reason I didn’t come and get you for help was so it would be a surprise in the end. That’s all. You’re going to have to promise to forget about those two dresses now, alright? I’ve decided now, thanks to you, but it’s a secret.”

“I see why that frustrated you earlier,” He groans, head dipping to your shoulder again. “Let’s go home.”

You meet Taehyung in the foyer, who appears incredibly stressed. He tugs you away from a now infuriated Jungkook, pushing you by the shoulders off in the direction you came.

“I need to talk to Y/n alone for a minute, just a minute, don’t worry, Jungkook.” He keeps pushing you, your steps stumbling along.

“Y/n!” Jungkook shouts, angry. “You promised you’d stay with me!”

He’s right. You halt, and Taehyung obeys. You can tell he’s itching to run, though. To get away from Jungkook’s piercing stare.

“Get your hands off of her.” He growls, Taehyung’s hands drop immediately. He seems scared.

Taehyung yelps a little, “I-I just need to speak with Y/n very very quickly- in private- and that’s all! I swear!”

Jungkook walks forwards, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he freezes, eyeing the man, “Taehyung. I suggest you drop this right now, or else I’ll tell my angel your secret,”

Jungkook deems that enough torment of your wedding planner for the day, and leads the two of you out of the building. You don’t even get the chance to turn around to see Taehyung’s face- to apologise!

“Jungkook…”

He snaps, “Don’t lecture me.”

“You were mean to him.”

His eyes narrow, the door to your house opens. “Nowhere near as much as he deserves.”

“No…He just wanted to talk.”

The door closes behind you. “About what, sweetheart? What was so important he needed to tell you immediately, but couldn’t be said in front of me? Hm? What could it possibly be?!”

“The…the dress…?” It’s a crappy guess, for sure.

Jungkook barks a laugh. “No. You know what he wanted? He wanted to make a move on you. While I wasn’t there to stop him. He thought that this would be his last chance with you- and he wasn’t about to let that go. Unfortunately for him, I interrupted both times! In the dressing room, and right then. He’s been trying this all along, sweetie, you’re just too trusting to see it.”

You bow your head, ashamed. It doesn’t sound like Taehyung, it doesn’t sound like him at all.

“Why are you still doubting me?” His fingers grasp your chin.

You mumble, doubtful even now, “It…He doesn’t seem like he’d..”

“That’s the point, Y/n.” Jungkook sighs, as if having to lecture someone for the nth time. “He’s not who he says he is, be careful, alright? I’m worried about you these days.”

You can only nod silently, the thoughts in your head a mess. A huge, big mess.

“I’m…I’m going to our room.” You say, moving towards the bedroom.

Jungkook nods, “If that’s what you need. Alright. Rest a little, I’ll make lunch.”

You know Jungkook doesn’t mean rest. He means for you to calm down, to stop being angry and believe every word he says instead. It’s very different. It certainly wouldn’t help you rest.

So you ignore that, and flop under the covers, curling your to keep a semblance of warmth as you begin to drift asleep.

You’re exhausted.

You’re still just as exhausted when you wake up to the gentle stroking of your hair as you were before you fell asleep. That’s what happens when you try to sleep the problems away, apparently. That sucks.

Jungkook presses a kiss to your forehead, the softest smile you’ve seen yet resting on his face. He looks more handsome than ever.

But then you start to wake properly, and notice the stained look in his eyes, the tension in his grip. He’s still angry, apparently.

A knock at the door interrupts lunch. Jungkook had made a romantic setting out of the things from the house you seemed to have lying around, and a few extra he’d requested. For the time that you’d been in your room, he’d done a good job preparing.

You move to head over, but his glare halts you. Jungkook goes instead, opening the door with a perfectly innocent smile.

“Hiya there!” The woman smiles, holding up a fruit basket. “Heard I’ve got some new neighbours, but I thought I should give you some time to settle in first. How’s everything going?”

“Good, thank you.” Jungkook’s words are polite- sure, they are. On paper, they’re perfect. But it doesn’t sit right with you. He’s never been so quick to anger until now, you have no idea what’s causing it. Is he stressed? You could understand better if he just told you, but that wasn’t how things worked with Jungkook.

She laughs, peering around his shoulder to meet your gaze, “Ah! And what’s your name, sweetie?” You tell her, walking over to talk better. Jungkook stiffens, but doesn’t throw a fit like you were expecting. Maybe he is just stressed. “It’s been a while since another girl moved in here. How ‘bout we go have a little girls chat at my place? Get to know each other, face masks, all that!”

“Uh, sure, I’d love to-”

Jungkook cuts in, hands clasped around your wrist. “Could I come too? I’m afraid I’ve been struggling to make friends in this neighbourhood too, I’d hate for things to remain that way.”

She stares for a second, peering closely at his expression. Your neighbour taps his nose, chiding. “You’re a clinger, I see. This is strictly a girls’ chat, so, no, you’re not allowed. Next time I want all your lovey dovey shit shoved in my face I’ll call you right over, but tonight! Tonight is for me and my new bestest friend, Y/n!” She tugs you over, out of the doorway.

You look back. Jungkook looks pissed. You smile nervously, but he doesn’t even return your smile. Is he mad? If he’s mad at you like that, going with this stranger seems like the better option. Maybe give him time to cool down? You don’t know.

“Um, I won’t be gone long, Kook. Don’t worry.” You call, trying to calm him. You don’t know whether it works or not, for the stranger has tugged you away hastily. Is it bad that you’re a little grateful?

You’re led across the street, up a set of stairs and finally through what looks like the back door to somewhere. This is where she lives? You try not to question it, but it seems…sketchy. This woman was generally sketchy, actually. She opens the door with a series of knocks- no code, no locks?- and all but hurls the two of you inside. The door slams behind you.

“So, what is it you want to know, exactly?” You hum, smiling nervously. Jungkook looked so angry when you left, you hope he’s okay. Maybe you should go back, let him know you’re okay, that everything’s okay.

“….Actually,” She blushes a little, eyes searching around the house wildly. You follow her gaze, but spot nothing. “Um, in here…I-I'll see you later.”

The door opens, but you’re distracted. She’s leaving? What happened to your chat? What happened to-

“Angel.”

It’s Taehyung, he’s here?! You turn back, and he pulls you carefully into the room with him. It’s ~~ bedroom, it seems. Why are you here? Why is Taehyung here?

“Thank goodness you made it, I was so scared you wouldn’t be able to get here, I thought Jungkook wouldn’t let you go-”

“W-what are you doing here?! Taehyung?” You’re lost, you’re so lost. You don’t know what’s happening, why any of this is happening.

“Ah, angel, take a deep breath, alright? Do it with me. Please, I’m not here to hurt you, I’d never hurt you.” He speaks softly, as if he’s afraid of startling you. “I needed to talk to you. It’s important- and I had to do it like this, otherwise Jungkook might-”

You cut him off, “You keep mentioning Jungkook- like he’s…like I should be scared of him…Taehyung…He’s a little angry, but he’s just confused. Trust me, I’ve known him for years.”

“Have you, though?” He raises a brow.

You fall still. What is that supposed to mean?

Taehyung sighs, reaching forwards to hold your hands in his. He thumbs the skin softly, it’s more reassuring than you expected. “I wanted to do this slowly, to not freak you out. But I need to tell you. I'm sorry, Y/n…Jungkook, he’s not your fiancé. He’s…he’s the one who killed you.”

The door swings open, the sound of heavy footsteps quickly approaching. Taehyung pulls you behind him, glaring at the entrance. He mumbles another apology to you- this time, you don’t even know how to respond, what to do.

“Y/n, princess, come home,” Jungkook’s voice is frighteningly flat. His eyes are dark, rage rushing through, but a forced smile remains planted on his lips. It’s fake. It’s all fake. “Y/n. Come here, right now.”

“Leave, Jungkook.” Taehyung demands, cold. “Y/n doesn’t want to go with you.”

“That.” Jungkook seethes, marching forwards. His boots thunk against the tiles. You back away, Taehyung staying in front. “Is a lie. Y/n, come here, sweetheart, I’ll take you away from this scary man, and we can go home. We can have dinner, and watch that show you love, and we can cuddle in bed like normal. Don’t you want things to go back to normal? Come on, princess,”

He holds out a hand. You’re tempted to take it, honestly. His voice…it’s so soothing, so comforting, so familiar. How could you not want to go with him?

You take a small step forwards, and Jungkook smiles so brightly at you that you want to do it again. Another step, and another. Just a few more and then-

“Y/n!” Taehyung grabs your shoulders, staring right into your eyes. “Don’t you remember what I said? You can’t trust him!”

Fuck. He’s right. He is, isn’t he? You’re shaking again, scared, nervous. Jungkook still seems so comforting, but…you’re not sure you want his comfort. You’re not even sure if his comfort is real.

You’re tugged away from Taehyung, violently ripped from his pleading gaze, your body lifted so easily, as Jungkook throws you over his shoulder. He walks you right out the door- it’s so easy for him. How was it so easy? You can hear Taehyung thumping against the door, his shouting growing distant. Why didn’t he follow you?

Jungkook puts you down the second you’re inside your house again. He hasn’t said a word; that means he’s angry. He’s always been like that- or, maybe not, if Taehyung’s right.

“Princess.” Jungkook soothes, stroking your cheek softly. “Would you like some tea?”

You quiver, “J-Jungkook?” He hums, promoting you to continue. “Are you my fiancé? T-Taehyung said that you’re-”

He grabs your wrist, tugging you along with him. Further into the house. Further from the exit. “That’s a lie, princess. Whatever that bastard said to you is a lie, it was all lies.” He glanced back, gauging your reaction, you’re still terrified. “We’re meant to be, Y/n! We always have been! I love you!!” He looks furious. “And you love me too! You have to! Y/n!!”

You’re shaking so hard, your lips trembling. Jungkook’s shouting is only making things worse, are your eyes watering? Fuck. What do you do? What should you do?

“…He also said…” Jungkook groans at your words. “He said t-that you were the one who…who killed me.”

You’re waiting for him to tell you it’s not true, to yell at you. To show you how much he cares- anything! But instead, Jungkook grins, his lips curl upwards, a sickening grin. You’ve never hated the sight of a smile so much before. This is haunting, dreaded.

You back away, anywhere you can, anywhere away from Jungkook, from that monster…the monster who..

His palms collide with your shoulder, shoving you hard. Your body tumbles back, falling onto the mattress. Were you in the bedroom? He clambers on top of you before you can move away, hands pushing your shoulders down, that horrible grin stuck to him. Make it go away. Please.

Jungkook’s legs hold your hips down. You feel utterly helpless. You hate it, you hate it so much. Handcuffs appear in his hands- your eyes widen as he restricts your movement even more, your wrists tied to the bed frame. It’s horrible, you’re trapped, with a monster. But there’s one thing bothering you above all.

“...I thought only officials could do that…” You mumbled numbly. You saw that right, didn’t you? They materialised in his hands. You’re not imagining them- they’re tight against your wrists, they’re cold.

Jungkook leans down, his lips pressed against your cheek in a chaste kiss. You can’t even move away. “There’s a few things I might’ve forgotten to mention, princess. Silly me.”

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uncle jimin and bam 🥺

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park jimin in black swan

cr: dwellingsouls

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the cutest ©

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