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I remember reading this back when! Fun quirky story 😋

Reader's fears are more than justified, I'd be hella pissed too! Breaking promises in a drunk stupor? How dare our dad do that!! (Though Yoongi hints at having the same age as the reader, which in that society was a sentence, so maybe waiting to fall in love was not working?...)

Fortunately, Reader hit the MF jackpot - it's Yoongi and he's quaint and interested in actually cherishing his wife whom he only married out of necessity?

Ahhhh, we're really dreaming here and I'm just as delulu 🤪

Or maybe it was the lingerie... a corset goes a long way... Lady Eleanor def set the reader up for success 😏🔥

I just love period stories, and this one is filled with detail. Sprinkles of "Seoulshire", "Daehurst", and "Upton Busan" made me giggle; cute!

— a wager of lords & love | myg

♔ pairing: noble!yoongi x noble!reader

♔ au/genre: regency era au, arranged marriage au, s2l, fluff, smut, angst

♔ rating: M

♔ wc: 6,813

⚔ warnings: reader’s mom is not alive, era-appropriate sexism, sex jokes, pet names, bedding ceremony, explicit smut: fingering, marking, light breast play, oral (female receiving), vaginal penetration, multiple orgasms, loss of virginity, you will fall so hard for yoongi. 

♔ an: this story was written for Leah | @colormepurplex2​ as part of the BangtanWHQ Valentine’s Event “Picture Perfect”. Thank you to my beta readers: @downbad4yoongi​, @peachiilovesot7​, and @moonleeai​; this story was so much fun to write. Your feedback, as always, was valuable to making not only this story at it’s best but also making my day better when reading your comments. I love regency era au’s and this one only made me fall even more madly in love with Yoongi, and I hope you will too! Please enjoy!

“What in heaven’s name did I do last night?”

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mon:“his smile is really the type of smile that makes the people around him happy, I can’t help but smile whenever I see him smile.” for kimvante ♡ ( happy birthday mon!!! I am so lucky to have you as my friend ♡ )

+ mon: “when he smiles like ‘≧▽≦ ’ I wanna give him the whole world”

Far Cry 💜 Chapter 1 // Escaping

💜 Pairing - idol!Jungkook x OFC  (You can also read it on AO3) 📚 Summary - After barely escaping captivity, Jungkook is lost in a jungle on an unknown island with an injured Namjoon and an amnesiac girl. 🧮 Word count - 4.1k (Total = 426,818 (ongoing)) ✍️ Genre - Kidnapped/Lost AU (smut, action, mystery) 🔞 Rating - Explicit ⚠️ Warnings - amnesia & mental confusion, escaping after being kidnapped, being chased, gunshots and injuries (warnings for the whole story include death, grief/mourning, blood and violence, explicit sexual content, and angst)

A.N.: The first fic I ever wrote for BTS and it's still ongoing! (I'd say it's my baby, but it's grown up at this point 😅) This story is based on a videogame of the same name but the plot is totally different, no knowledge is required! If you give it a chance, know that it is smut and action-packed and shit hits the fan quite often 😅 It's my 2024 year resolution to finish it, I like my odds 💪 Enjoy! 🦋💜

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She awoke with a feeling of dread.

She was breathing, but it felt as though she was fighting this invisible force that kept pushing the air down her lungs. It was tiring. She felt extremely tired.

She was lying down. She could feel the back of her head, back, butt and legs touching something, a surface. And in turn, she could feel all of her body weight against said surface, to the point she felt that even gravity was too heavy. She couldn’t move.

She tried moving her arms and legs, but they just placidly rolled over the surface she was on. Her body wasn't functioning and she was only waking up. But as she felt her heart beat increase in her chest, limbs scraping on that horizontal place, a sense of panic grew in her.

She'd been there before. In that situation, waking up, feeling like she couldn't move, react, completely exposed and vulnerable. As her mind seemed to catch up with her body, her breaths picked up as panic started making her muscles flinch. She wasn't safe. She had to get out.

She forced her eyes open. Everything was dark, it was evening. The ceiling greeted her, dark and empty. The room was abnormally hot, or maybe she had a fever. She tried swallowing, but her throat was sandpaper. Her heartbeat was exploding in her chest, drumming in her ears. The adrenaline was too much, if it kept going, she would crash again.

She had to get out. That thought wouldn't go away. She recognized she was unsettled and she couldn’t remember why. She couldn’t think why. Did it matter? No, something wasn't right. Nothing felt right, her body felt weird, her mind, the hotness, the darkness. The void.

It wasn't the first time. She'd felt it before, she was certain. That's why it wasn't safe, it would happen again. She had to get out. She held onto that, her only coherent thought. 

She tried again, with all her strength, to get up. Instead, she curved in a ball towards her left side. She felt something on her left arm. She used her right hand to feel it and panicked when she felt the line with the needle deep in her vein. 

She took it out forcefully. She didn't know what it was but she trusted nothing and no-one until she could get her mind straight. First, she had to get out.

When she dropped the needle, it swung in the open space. That alarmed her, and she forced herself to try and see beyond her arm. She couldn’t. It was a dark abyss. She had to get up, the abyss was the way. No, the abyss wasn't safe. What if she fell? What if she fell forever? What if there was no ground? No, it was safer to stay still. Safe, it wasn't safe. She needed to get out. That was the only way. She had to get out.

She hit the floor harshly. Her head banged against it, making everything even more dizzy than it was already. She could only feel her weight pressed down to the floor. Her head was throbbing. 

She felt a wall with her fingers and she tried to put her head against it, to gain some level. Her blood rushed down, her heart pounding like she was running a marathon. She had to calm down or she would have a heart attack before she could get out. She tried controlling her breathing and found that her muscles obeyed her, her diaphragm was collaborating. Soon, the others would follow. 

She opened her eyes again after she couldn’t tell how long, and she saw it. A door across the room. It was closed, but that was it. The way out. She just had to reach it.

She wasn't going anywhere. While she laid there breathing, oppressed by gravity itself and with a huge pounding headache, her body refused to move. Her heart dropped to the floor when she realized she was weak. She was too weak to move, too weak to get away, to even think why she had to get out. And if that was the case, she'd be stuck there and it would happen all over again. 

What would happen again? She frowned, forcing herself to reflect. Why did she need to escape? Where was she? What was she doing there? Was there no-one to help her? Should she scream for help? Why was she weak? 

Her headache was in full force, she couldn’t get anything out of her confused mind. She glanced at the IV bag and the needle now detached from her arm. She was starting to suspect something. 

Before she could go down that lane of thought, inexplicably, the door opened. Not fully. To the point she thought she could be hallucinating. Two figures, crouched, entered quietly and closed the door back without a sound. 

They stood there for a while, just crouched, while she observed them, just breathing. Maybe if she didn't say anything, they wouldn't notice her. Was that for the best? Maybe. Who were they? How would she tell if they were safe or not?

The first figure to enter moved away from the door, while the other stayed by it. Her breath, already rough, picked up again as she understood it was approaching her. Her stomach squeezed in her belly, her arms and legs flinched, but still, she couldn’t move.

It was on her. As close as an arm, if she could extend it but she could only twitch placidly in place. It was breathing, she felt its breath against her skin. She was wearing something, drenched in sweat. A top and shorts, she thought, that's how she could feel its breathing on her chest.

She felt a touch. She flinched, startled, her brain hadn't registered it even moved. Something touched her left arm, then at the same time her forehead.

"Are you okay?"

She heaved in a breath, it was the voice of a man. It sounded soft and gentle.

"What are you doing?!" Hushed the other male voice from the door. 

They were two men. Now how could she tell if she could trust them?

The figure close to her put one of his hands down, but was still touching her arm.

"She has a fever."

"So?"

He took a deep breath. "So, she is sick and she looks like she's been through hell."

The second figure walked past them, and she blinked slowly, trying to keep up.

"Well, she can join the club."

A bit of light suddenly came through — the second man had opened the curtains and moonlight came through the window. 

She blinked, adapting. A man was in front of her, crouched to her level. He had dark short hair. He was pale. His dark eyes were shining and his lips were pressed in concern, observing her. Beyond him it was a simple room. She looked to her right and saw a gurney. She almost choked. 

"Are you alright?" He repeated, concerned, since she looked like she couldn't breathe. 

He was nice, he asked twice. His hand felt comfortable, warm. His voice was gentle. He was safe.

She shook her head, and when she tried to force her voice, she almost started a coughing fit. He tapped her back gently when she curved forward and started looking around the room. He got up and she lost his support — her eyes teared up, if from the small dry coughs or fear, she wasn’t sure.

He came back though, and helped her head back straight, putting something to her mouth. She didn't know thirst could be that visceral. She drank each sip as if she would die without it, and he had to keep her in check to prevent her from choking. 

Half a water bottle in, she stopped and he supported her to lean back. She swallowed, feeling her empty stomach twist uneasily with the new contents. She took deep breaths, willing her body to calm down. She needed to keep that water in.

She looked at the other guy, still by the window observing something with full attention. The guy in front of her was seemingly waiting for the other one to say something, and through the quiet he seemed to decide to give his attention to her. He noticed her eyes on him and displayed a small gentle smile of support.

He was safe, she thought again, reaffirming her previous assumption. Now that she was calming down, and after convulsive swallowing for some time, she decided to try her voice.

"I feel very weak," she murmured, just wind through her vocal cords, no actual sound. 

He nodded and looked around again. "Are you being treated for something?"

She shook her head convincingly. 

Before anything else could happen, the second guy spoke. "Jungkook, come here."

He looked at her before doing so and she forced herself to remain calm. She had some water, she could recover now.

"See that, there?" A pause. "There's a gap. We can get away there."

"What about the others?" Jungkook's voice sounded unsettled.

There was a longer moment of silence. She didn’t have the energy to look up and see their interaction.

"We searched and searched," the guy said, almost out of breath. She got a gut-wrenching feeling. “We can do more for them if we escape and get help.” She was breathing more calmly now. Her mind was dancing around, trying to figure out if they were escaping the same thing. “I don’t think they’re here, we must have gotten separated.”

After another long moment, the guys moved away from the window. But whereas the guy headed straight for the door, Jungkook kneeled in front of her. 

“What are you doing?!” Was it a déjà vu?

“She’s coming with us.”

“What?!” The guy kneeled back down, approaching them.

She saw the hard look Jungkook gave the guy, clenched jaw. “I’m not leaving her.”

She gasped inaudibly. She wanted to cry. She couldn’t understand what would make him be so kind, but she would never forget it. If she found her way back, if her mind was hers again, she would repay his kindness somehow.

The other guy approached her too, on her right side next to Jungkook, and she finally took a look at him. His hair was military short, dark brown. He was sweating and pale, with smart eyes shining while he observed her.

He sighed and rubbed his face quickly. “Of course not, I’m sorry.”

Jungkook nodded in approval and turned back to her. 

She swallowed harshly. “I can’t move.” 

She saw their eyes observe her body and conclude what she already knew: she was physically fine. She had no time to explain.

“I need sugar.”

Jungkook frowned, but the other guy nodded and took something out of his pocket. It was a small white bag and in blue capital letters the word SUGAR stood out. It was a sugar packet that accompanied expressos.

He tore a tip and versed it inside her mouth, taking the bottle from the floor to give her a few drops. She didn’t drink much, only a sip. She wanted most of it to be sublingually absorbed. 

“Sugar?”

“Yeah, I collected some packets for when we feel faint…”

They gave her time to recompose.

“Do you need another one?”

“No, that should do,” she answered, straightening her back against the wall, with their help.

While her breath calmed down, the guy spoke. “I’m Namjoon, he’s Jungkook.”

“I’m Leah,” she answered without a second thought. 

“Nice to meet you! Now, can you walk?” Namjoon was in a hurry, she noticed. Were they being chased?

She nodded, twitching her toes, then flexing her legs slightly. “Yeah, but I need help.” She admitted, with hopeful eyes. They both took an arm each and pulled her up.

The whole world swirled around her, but they supported her so she wouldn’t fall. Her vision went black and she felt faint with cold sweats up her spine.

While she waited for her senses to come back, one of her arms was guided to someone's neck and when she lost her strength, she dangled from said neck.

“I got you,” Jungkook said, holding her by the waist. 

She breathed deeply, nice and steady, waiting for it to pass. “Sorry,” she murmured.

“No worries,” he answered, supporting her easily.

Eventually her vision came back and she was in control again. Tension returned to her legs and they finally supported her weight. However, when she tried letting go of him, she felt dizzy. He was quick to grab her arm and pull her against him again.

“Okay, are you ready?” Namjoon was by the door with his hand on the handle, ready to go. He observed her worryingly. 

She felt Jungkook’s nod against her hair and she took a deep breath, trying not to have her stomach swirl along with the room.

“Give me another one of those and we’re peachy.”

Jungkook pulled her more comfortably against his body while Namjoon tore another packet and spilled the sugar straight into her opened mouth. She nodded in thanks, sucking on the grains slowly. She’d have her strength back soon.

Namjoon opened the door quietly and peeked through the smallest of cracks. The room fell silent, there wasn't a sound, not even the wind. After a moment he waved at them to follow and opened the door more for them to pass. Jungkook moved with her in his right arm, and she walked next to him. It felt too easy, like she wasn’t making an effort at all. She looked at him and noticed he was carrying her weight completely. She was slightly shorter than him and had barely any meat on her bones — that probably facilitated the task.

They exited to a corridor with six doors, half on each side, all looking the same. They kept walking silently towards the end where there was a window. Namjoon told them to stop and opened the window very slowly, putting his head out and looking down. 

Suddenly she became aware: there were people out there. Laughs and conversations could be indistinctly heard. A buzz, as if it was a party. While she reflected on that strange thought, she heard shots. Gunshots. She cowered against Jungkook, petrified. That felt strangely familiar, and distinctively fearsome. He held her completely crushed against him without saying a word. 

Namjoon pulled his head back in and looked at them. “It’s a dark alley, it’s safe. We can reach the walls and go all the way until the gap.”

She frowned at the gibberish but Jungkook nodded, walking them both close to Namjoon, who was already putting his legs out and jumping. Jungkook released her, helping her put her hands on the window sill and she gasped when she looked outside. There were trees, like they were in the middle of a jungle or a forest. And that was beyond a wall, which were just metal scraps all glued together vertically. But before that wall could be reached, there were houses. Or should she say huts? Houses that looked like wrecks and some wooden huts in between. It looked like a community, she thought, seeing the bonfires all around in the streets. That thought accompanied by the nightlife sounds felt oddly like that was a normal place. She could hear screams too, though. Anguished, tortured screams lost in the night while laughs and glass bottles also echoed. Her stomach turned.

“Leah!” 

A very low whisper made her look down. Jungkook had passed the window already and was extending his arms towards her. It was not even 2 meters to the ground. Normal Leah could have knocked this one out of the park. Present Leah could barely walk with the constant vertigo.

She sat on the sill and passed her legs over to the outside. Jungkook stepped closer, but didn’t touch her. She took a deep breath and leaped out of the edge. 

He caught her easily by her waist and let her fall gently to the ground still in his embrace. “I got you,” he whispered, putting his hands on her arms to keep her steady. She held him back, panting.

“Thank you,” she murmured, getting her breathing back on track.

"Let's go!” Namjoon called them quietly, waving at them to follow him. He was already away behind the corner of an old house.

Jungkook put his right hand on her waist and guided her forward. She wanted to grab him for support, but instead clenched her teeth and walked slowly forward. She could do it. 

They followed Namjoon slowly, Jungkook staying behind to make sure to steady Leah as they went along. As they moved from corner to corner, she could hear better what was happening: people were gambling, drinking and smoking without a care in the world. 

They got to a place that looked like a slaughterhouse, only open for everyone to see, where a man with a white apron covered in blood was gouging what looked like the carcass of a pig. Namjoon moved forwards crouched behind the guy and crossed that court with ease. The guy was so in it, he didn’t even feel their presence. Jungkook crouched in front of her and paved the way, always between her and the man. She was slow and had to keep her balance by putting her fingers on the dirt, but she dragged herself behind him. 

When they reached the other side, protected by the wall, he held her left hand before she could shake off the dirt in it, and he pulled her along. She observed the crook of his neck where his ebony hair touched his pale nape, and wondered if it was going to be that easy. If getting out was that easy, why did she never do it before?

Ahead there was some sort of wooden stage. People were on it, but they were high enough not to notice three figures quietly passing by. She heard cries from up there, and couldn’t help but look. Through the wooden boards she saw someone walking closely to shadows that were stuck in place.

“Nobody wants to pay for you,” a cold male voice sounded.

Immediately a gunshot echoed and a body collapsed on the stage. Leah gasped, taking her right hand to cover her mouth. Jungkook pushed her harshly to move faster. Another gunshot was heard, but she blurred it out. It was not happening, that was not possible. 

Before her thoughts risked getting chaotic, they reached an area that was open. She could now see the gap in the wall between the scrap metal enough to let a person pass at a time. But to get there, that person would have to run into the open and be exposed while passing. Someone would notice. It was insane.

“There,” Namjoon pointed, looking back at them. Jungkook nodded, but Leah’s face showed her fear. “I know, it’s risky. But everyone is distracted.”

“How do you know that?” She screamed in a whisper, starting to feel her panic rise again.

“I don’t, but no one knows we’re gone yet,” he stated, with an intent look. 

She took a deep breath and felt Jungkook's hand squeeze hers. She looked at him and nodded, not exactly knowing what for. She didn’t want to get shot and die, but she sure as hell couldn’t go back to that nightmare.

“Go first.” Namjoon pointed to Jungkook. He was the fastest and more agile, he should be the one to make it, if all else failed.

Jungkook peeked around and launched in a fast but utterly quiet run, almost as if it was choreographed. With an easy leep he passed through the gap without a sound and disappeared.

“You next.” 

Leah looked at him and took a deep breath, seeing the way ahead. She heard yells, but couldn’t figure out what they were saying. 

She didn’t peek, she went straight for it. Not as fast as Jungkook, but the fastest she had been that night. When she reached the gap she paused, trying to control her body to pass it without making a sound. Arms appeared from the other side and guided her through.

The other side was dark, damp and had way too much foliage. She had to kneel down to not be constantly slapped in the face by leaves. Bushes, trees, whatever it was. She could tell, it had to be a jungle. 

“Come on.” She heard Jungkook whisper as he peeped through and probably saw Namjoon running. 

After a moment she saw Namjoon’s head show in the opening, and then there was a gunshot. Its sound echoed deafeningly. Namjoon’s face of pain and Jungkook’s yell snapped her senses on high alert. She helped Jungkook pull Namjoon through the opening and immediately searched for a wound. While Jungkook was looking at his face and trying to talk to him, she felt his neck and started moving down. She didn’t have to go far, she reached his shoulders and immediately felt the stickiness. He was shot on his right shoulder, from the back. A painful place, but non threatening. 

“I’m okay,” he grunted, supporting his shoulder with his opposite hand.

“Hyung…” Jungkook seemed livid.

“Listen to him, he’s fine.” Her voice sounded like it wasn’t hers, commanding and sure. Jungkook looked at her, surprised. “It’s non-lethal and he can run.”

Yells could be heard from the distance along with dog barks, and Leah looked behind them fearfully. She couldn’t see much because of the foliage, but they were coming.

“We have to get out of here. Run.” Namjoon stated, slapping Jungkook's helping hand. “Run!”

She helped Namjoon up by supporting his right arm and they started running, and right on time too. They could hear the screams of alarm clearly now. No more laughing or drinking, they were onto them, full stop. 

Leah didn’t know where they were going. Jungkook led the way, running like a bloody athlete. Namjoon ran beside her, still faster than her, but bothered by the pain. She was trying to run, her breaths were short, her body felt heavy, but she was pulling through. This was it, now or never.

They kept running through the screaming and occasional gunshot sounds, with the endless foliage both camouflaging them and hindering their escape. She was so focused on running without acknowledging her pain or tiredness that she didn’t notice when Jungkook suddenly disappeared. She kept running and abruptly there was no ground under her feet. She yelped as her body lounged forward in a freefall.

The fall wasn’t big though. Before she knew it, she crashed into the water. There was water everywhere and it dragged her with unrelenting force. She tried surfacing but she got dragged down. She tried searching for a branch, a rock, anything, but she couldn’t find anything to hold onto. 

She tried searching for the guys. She looked around whenever she could, whenever there was a split moment to breathe, and she saw one. He was waving only one hand, completely lost in the same position as her. It had to be Namjoon. So she looked ahead of the current and once it stabilized, she could see something floating. 

She didn’t think twice. The energy sparkled through her like an electric current. She swam towards him easily since it was in favor of the current. She pulled him on his back, forcing his chest and face up. 

“Jungkook!” She tried yelling, but water got in the way. 

So she slapped him. Nothing. She was becoming desperate. She almost lost hold of him, so she wrapped her legs around his waist. With that newfound support, she dragged her hand with all her strength and slapped him as hard as she could manage.

He tried to gasp, but his lungs probably had water, so he coughed it out. He tried breathing while she always held his head above water. His hands immediately supported her waist. At first possibly to get her off, but then to hold her tight. He took a deep breath and looked around. She was observing him, indescribably relieved. 

“Thank you.” He tried saying, starting to cough.

“I got you.” She couldn’t help but smile.

It was short-lived. Abruptly, yet again, there was no more water. They were freefalling again, and this time it was maybe a dozen meters down. She screamed, her legs let go of him and she stared death in the face.

He held her hand mid-air and yelled something at her that she couldn’t understand. The water line was coming close, closer and closer. Until she closed her eyes before the hit, and everything went black.

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