Jungkook

Jungkook

𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 | Masterlist

Wrong place, wrong time, right person.

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Human!Reader, dystopian AU, space/Sci-fi/cyberpunk-esque, Enemies to lovers, Angst, Violence, Drama, romance, adult, eventual smut

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■: Full Chapters | □: Drabbles | ◇: Other sidecontent

■ Part 1: Hide me

□ Drabble 1

■ Part 2: Leave Me

■ Part 3: Helping Hand

■ Part 4: Not The Same

□ Drabble 2

□ Drabble 3 [slightly NSFW]

□ Drabble 3.5

□ Drabble 4

■ Part 5: Crossed Lines

■ Part 6: Acceptance

□ Drabble 5

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□ Drabble 6

□ Drabble 7

twenty six.

warning; 💌 1.6k words. masterlist.

“all this back and forth is so tiring. just have angry make up sex and get over it already.”

“leo! you can’t say that around all these people!”

the last thing you expected to happen tonight was to run into leo of all people and of all places too.

you were so close to not showing up tonight, to this place full of upper-class kids, dressed to their best, all gathered to celebrate sooji’s grand birthday. but you couldn’t say no when she invited you personally, out here onto her parent’s private island resort for a two day birthday bash.

it was a beautiful place. the fresh air, the breath taking view of the sea, the place was a complete opposite of the city life you’ve become accustomed to but it’s a nice change, one you really needed to clear your mind.

but despite so many others in attendance, and how hard you tried not to, you ran into sunghoon. the man was dressed to his best, standing out like the main character of the night. he had barely even looked at you, only greeted you with a side glance before diverting his attention back to sooji. to be fair, you didn’t even blame him. it was better that way anyway.

but somehow during it all, leo randomly appeared, keeping you company, listening to you spill about your boring life revolving your step brother. also known as, the park sunghoon chronicles, according to leo.

“i’m happy for him,” you can’t help but sigh, downing the rest of your champagne at the sight of sunghoon and sooji not far away, “he’s so... happy with her.”

“if i’ve learnt anything from being his best friend for 15 years it’s that, that man is as cunning as his father,” leo chuckles, sarcasm coating his tone, “the only time i’ve seen him genuine is with you.”

“yeah. genuinely hate me.”

“alright enough of this bullshit. either you guys get together or i’m setting you up with someone. screw sunghoon and beomgyu, you deserve better anyway,” the man throws his arm over your shoulders, squeezing you reassuringly, “i am putting an end to this. once and for all.”

though slightly hesitant, you allow the man to pull you towards sunghoon who was now standing alone. his eyes are immediately attached onto how you’re standing in leo’s hold, his brows lowering at the sight.

“my dear bestie~” leo coos, evidently in an attempt to provoke your step brother, “since you’re so busy with your lover, me and my hot date are gonna head upstairs to my room. send up a few bottles?”

the change on sunghoon’s face is one you don’t miss, the way his gaze zooms into you for a split second, like an indirect warning. it has you unknowingly take a step backwards but leo holds you still.

“don’t make a fool of yourselves,” is all sunghoon replies with as he walks away, his words seemingly more so at you than his best friend.

“give it... 10 minutes little one. trust me. that man is going to come running.”

and true to leo’s words, there is a knock not even ten minutes later on his room door with none other than park sunghoon standing on the other side looking grim as ever.

“i need to talk to her,” sunghoon says, his low voice threatening. the man enters the room as if it’s his own, while leo is quick to take his leave, giving you a cheeky wink before closing the door behind him.

the last thing you wanted was to be alone with sunghoon tonight, yet there he was, standing not even a metre away from you. the atmosphere inside the room is suddenly ten times heavier with his presence, your mind already mentally preparing for the fight that was to come.

“what are you doing in leo’s room?”

“it’s none of your business,” you hoped that your blunt tone would be enough of a hint for him to realise you didn’t want to talk, a hint for him to leave. 

“he’s my best friend so i know him. he’s not interested in you.” 

“okay and?” you know for a fact that he’s irritated, he had been since entering the room and your nonchalant response was only adding to the fire but you weren't going to back down, “can you just go, i want to rest.”

“rest in your own room.” 

sunghoon reaches for your wrist but without hesitation, you step away, yanking your arm away from him, “don’t touch me.”

“i’m sorry.”

you pause for a moment, your mind trying to process what you just heard. you had fully expected him to either spit hurtful remarks at you or even cuss at you but apologise?

“i didn’t mean what i said the other night.”

“uh...” perhaps it’s the alcohol in you but your one word answer came off more sarcastic than you had thought. you weren’t being a bitch, you were just genuinely caught off guard.

“i’m not going to repeat myself. take it however you want.”

it really does take some time for you to process it all, that he had just apologised to you. the words park sunghoon and apologise were ones that rarely coined together so to hear it tonight like this, shocked you more than it should’ve.

you know it’s literally the bare minimum but this was park sunghoon you’re talking about.

“can you stop making this harder than it is?”

“hard? no one is forcing you to apologise sunghoon!”

although you’re the one screaming at him, sunghoon had somehow pushed forward, cornering you in against the wall. he’s now staring down at you, his face so unnecessarily close that you could feel his heavy breaths against your skin.

and you knew exactly how dangerous it could be being this close to him.

“look. i shouldn’t have said that to you, i didn’t mean to hurt you,” for once the man seems lost for words, his breathing uneasy like he’s carefully choosing his next set of words, “i’m sorry.”

“okay... i accept your apology. you can leave now. your girlfriend is probably looking for you.”

“girlfriend?” he sneers, as if he had just heard you say the funniest thing, “she is not my girlfriend.”

“she’s not? then what? what are you even trying to do?” you say with your brows furrowed together, your words direct and curt, “but whatever it is, whether it’s to stop the marriage or to prove something to your dad... i don’t want to be apart of it anymore. i’m tired and done with it all sunghoon.”

“i don’t want to prove anything to anyone,” sunghoon’s voice is as soft as you’ve ever heard it, almost inaudible in the quiet room. like the complete opposite to the him a moment before. seeing the lack of reaction from you, the man grabs onto both your hands with his, holding them like he was scared you’d run away.

“then what do you want?”

“you.”

it feels as though your head is spinning at high speed, your poor heart going on overdrive with sunghoon’s word. dramatic seems to be the right word to describe you right now because his apology already startled you enough but now a damn confession?

“i said what i said. i want you,” his words are now in whispers, as if just loud enough for your ears, “i can’t explain it right now, but just- just trust me. give me a little bit more time.”

“i... i don’t know sunghoon.”

“please.”

you’re slightly hesitant but the look in his eyes, that hopeful, pleading look was enough to persuade you. you know you may become the stupidest person alive by the end of this, but you can’t for the life of you say no to park sunghoon.

“okay.”

he lowers his head as that answer leaves your lips, as if he was relieved to finally hear so. his eyes are closed, a deep sigh emitting from his lips as he moves to the side of your face, covering your skin with soft kisses.

“i don’t know how you do it, but you drive me insane.”

“i think that’s just your anger issues though sunghoon...”

“you think you’re funny now?” his hand is quick to grasps your jaw, tilting your head up so he could glare specifically at your lips. your lips that were currently in a pout. “what did i say about this?”

if you weren’t listening properly, you would’ve thought he was being threatening but once the words actually hit you... you could only chuckle. the memory of that one night at his little house in japan flashes in your mind, that one night you were daring enough to talk back in your drunken state.

that night he kissed you. over and over.

“and what sunghoon?”

his brows raises at your daring question but instead of a cocky response like you had expected from him, the man reaches around to grab the back of your neck, pulling you in without hesitation. kissing you like you had hoped he would. you could feel his growing smile through the kiss, the rare sight almost too much for your poor heart to bare.

you sink further in his hold, wanting nothing more than to live in this moment a little longer. where nothing else matters. where mr park, sooji, beomgyu... or even your wedding, don't matter.

because right now, he’s holding you and he’s kissing you.

because right now, there’s just you and him.

and as impossible as it may be, a part of you still held onto the very small possibility that there’d be just you and him by the end of this too.

“this,” his voice is in whispers as he pulls away just slightly, his forehead now gently pressed against yours, “this was what i was afraid of.”

“what... are you afraid of?”

“finding my happiness.”

end.

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Jungkook/ Platonic!Ot6

The Twilight State | Masterlist

There's a place for everyone, somewhere out there.

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Alien!Bangtan, Platonic!ot6 x Reader, romantic!Jungkook x Reader, cold climate, a lot of physical affection/contact, angst, romance, fluff, more warnings TBA

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consort anniversary | vi sneak-peek

happy second anniversary to consort! as promised, here is the first 2000(-ish) words of consort vi to celebrate the occasion. i hope you enjoy!

word-count: 2667

warnings: references to sexual content, a smidgeon of felix-related angst, a fluffy menace finally makes her appearance

An uneasy sleep must have reclaimed you in the night, because you awakened to soft morning light streaming through the windows – and chambers entirely devoid of Minho.

You sat up, unsteady, the beginnings of a headache already forming. Your thoughts were scattered, muffled as if wrapped in cotton, barely intelligible under the dull throbbing.

An empty bedchamber. Did that disappoint you? The sheets beside you seemed undisturbed, indicating that he hadn’t joined you at any point in the night, hadn’t risen from the couch he’d been sleeping on last night when –

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thirty.

warning; nothing but the end is coming! 🥂🥳 1.3k words. masterlist.

“sunghoon seems to take such good care of you,” one says, her hand brushing your arm, “his future wife is going to be so lucky.”

“speaking of which... what do you think about me as your sister in law?”

“no no! how about me as your sister in law!”

somehow, you found yourself cornered in by a bunch of beautiful women the moment you stepped into the function hall, all the daughters and granddaughters of the rich rich. at first they were all very sweet, complimenting you about everything and anything.

then the questions came, all about park sunghoon and his dating life.

the topic of his marriage had been the talk of the town as of late, more so after becoming ceo. you know for a fact that women dream of becoming his dear wife and although you don’t want to admit it, it’s in the back of your mind somewhere too.

“i hope i’m not interrupting,” sunghoon’s voice causes everyone around to you to gasp in unison, their eyes immediately twinkling at the sight of him behind you. the man extends his hand out to you with the most charming smile on his face, making you instantly swoon.

you take his hand, allowing him to pull you towards the stage where he was due for a speech. everyone’s focus is immediately on you, some with envy, some in awe and some with just plain hate. but you’ve become used to it. being a park has given you many things, including much thicker skin.

“you’re very popular,” you whisper, just loud enough for sunghoon to hear, “feels like i’m watching the bachelor.”

“you’re so cute when you’re jealous.”

“i am not jealous.”

he turns to you, brows raised and with that stupid, know-it-all grin on his face. he knows you’re jealous, hell, YOU knew you were jealous.

it sucks but you are, knowing these ladies had a higher chance of getting with him than you because at the end of the day, your relationship was in so many ways, wrong.

“don’t fall in love with me while i give my speech.”

the man walks over to do his speech while you’re left standing behind him, ironically speechless because it was too late for that warning now. way too late.

there was a noticeable change in sunghoon recently that you assume was from the responsibility of a new position. although the man still enjoyed annoying you on the daily, he was evidently more attentive, more thoughtful, more mature in general.

a true man.

you’ve barely gotten to spend time with him these days, the man too busy with work but every moment that you did, he made sure it was worth it.

and this sunghoon really did something to you, having you fall deeper and deeper for him without even knowing it.

“wipe your drool, you’re making a mess.”

but of course sunghoon being sunghoon, still had that trash mouth of his that manages to ruin any given moment.

“funny,” you scoff and softly knock his chest, even stepping closer as an intimidating stance. what you forgot though, were the hundreds of watchful eyes and how the playful scene might’ve looked to them.

sunghoon raises a questionable brow and glances around the place before looking back down at you, “oh. in front of all these people? you want me that bad?”

“you are unbelievable.”

the man laughs whole heartedly and offers his arm, in which you take for him to lead you back down the stairs. the charity event continues on, with sunghoon mingling with the crowd and you by his side. nights like these really gave you a glimpse into what it would be like if you really were with sunghoon.

not as his step sister, but as his partner.

“just a little longer.”

“hm?”

“i know you’re tired, we’ll leave soon,” sunghoon keeps his voice low only for your ears, his hand rubbing your backs soothingly, “then you can have me to yourself.”

“whatever. i’m going to the bathroom.”

leaving sunghoon be, you head for the bathroom, only to be stopped by the loud mention of your name. the conversation between two men in the hallway immediately peaks your curiosity, your legs quickly stepping behind the wall to hide.

“he’s quite close to his sister don’t you think? they’re always together,” you hear a male voice, one you recognise as someone from management, “i think they’ve fucked at least.”

gulp.

“same but at the same time, i don’t think he’s that stupid,” the other responds with a laugh, “that’s like sabotaging the company and his own image. they’re step siblings but it’s still pretty fucked up.”

“someone apparently saw them cosying up in his office the other day.”

“shit really? oh i’m so ready to watch his downfall in this company.”

voices and laughter eventually drown out as they disappear around the corner, leaving you and their words to finally sink in. if their words did anything, it’s solidifying your thoughts.

that you and park sunghoon can’t happen for everyone’s sake.

“why do you look so suspicious?”

sunghoon’s sudden voice makes you jump for the second time tonight, having been too deep thought to even notice him. he watches you with amusement as he comes over to stand in front of you, eyes never once moving.

“i’m not doing anything.”

“liar,” his gaze bore into your face as his finger probes your chin up, making you look directly at him, “what’s wrong now?"

silence.

“what are we?” those words come out before you could even process it, surprising not only him but also yourself. so many times have you brought up a similar topic but time after time, the man would laugh about it and sweep it under the couch.

but you’ve finally done it, asking him the one question you’ve been wanted to for so long.

“is that why you’ve been sulky all night?”

“i’m serious sunghoon.”

“you don’t like what we’re doing?” the man takes a step closer, hand naturally grabbing hold of your waist, bringing you flat against him. he leans in but you hurry to turn away, much to his amusement, “you don’t like the secrecy? you don’t like the fact that you get me and these women don’t?”

“so we’re going to live like this forever? in secrecy?”

“okay fine. lets get married. is that what you want to hear?”

“what-” you were left speechless, not only at the suggestion of marriage but because of the sudden cockiness in his tone, “why can’t you take me serious for once?”

“i am serious.”

“you know that’s not possible. our parents are married, what will people think of the company and you?”

“then i’ll quit and we’ll run away. simple.”

“sunghoon. you’re the ceo, you can’t just quit-”

“i can’t do this, i can’t do that,” he interrupts you mid sentence, his tone evidently higher than before. you know when he’s not happy and right now, he’s definitely not. “i became the fucking ceo for you, i don’t know what else i can do. so tell me. what do you want from me?”

silence overtakes the conversation as you both stand there, eyes glued on each other, his hand no longer on your waist. the unspoken tension is so heavy, you feel suffocated, like there’s so much weighing down on your chest.

“i only want what’s best for you sunghoon,” you finally mutter up the courage to talk, not wanting to drag it on for any longer. “i’m going to study abroad. i’ll be leaving next week.”

end.

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Victory | Namjoon

➭ summary: Namjoon is a wolf hybrid who has a dark past with humans that ultimately landed him in a boxing ring, so he tries his very hardest to hate every single one of them. Even his mate, who happens to be a human nurse who works for the boxing ring. But everything changes when he finds you bleeding out with marks all around you..

➭genre: hybrid x reader, drabble, angst, mate au

➭warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of killing, he gets protective real quick, hybrid abuse, a couple had words, the ending…

➭note: finals week Tuesday. i hate everything

“You’re winner, by knockout. RM!” Muffled cheers filled his stiff bloody wolf ears as the announcer dramatically swung his arm in the air.

No one cared about the other unconscious hybrid who was in a pool of his own blood on the other side of the cage. RM didn’t either. It wouldn’t be the first time he would have killed someone in the ring. The only thing he cared about was victory. The victory that would land him dinner and a day off.

Despite it being in his stage name, RM wasn’t a monster. He wasn’t always like this. He used to care about other things before he was shoved into the cage. Forced to entertain and damage himself and other for human entertainment.

RM spit out a wad of blood that had gathered in his mouth. He didn’t smile at the cheers, because they weren’t necessarily for him. It was for the people who had won money from bets.

“Alright let’s go.” A nasty shriveled male voice told him over the screams as he was yanked by the air and dragged by two men with vest and face masks to his room.

RM thought they were bold for their harsh movements. He had just beaten a lion hybrid to a plump, surely he could take them out. They should respect him. But the taser had boosted their ego. Tasers did damage, especially after a bloody match. That was the only thing stopping RM from clawing their face off as they shoved him in his small room.

Unlike when he lost, he was put in a room with lights. There was a semi-comfortable bed and old tv. That’s what winners get. A bed, tv and dinner. Losers get a dark black cold space where you sit and are placed on a list till a nurse sees you.

Since this was RM’s fifth win in a row he was placed higher on the list and his nurse came only thirty minutes later.

He could smell you as you came down the hall. Your calm and sweet scent filled his nostrils rather quickly. It always stood out from the other nurses. One of the reasons were that unlike you, other nurses hated treating such a beast like himself. They always smelled nervous and afraid.

Of course another main reason was that your scent was stronger than anyone else’s to him. Simply because you were his mate. There was no other way around it. His wolf had practically screamed it at him the first time you came to treat him. He’d never forget the upset and startled look on your face when he had suddenly jumped away from you with a growl.

You didn’t treat him that day, but he made a promise to never frighten you again. Instead he’d stay still while you treated him, answering your questions about his lungs or feet when you needed him too. It started a habit of you blabbering to him, either about his match or things on your mind. Human Namjoon wouldn’t admit it, but something inside calmed him whenever you spoke. There was a sense of calmness from you that transferred to him whenever you talked for to long.

Which was exactly what you did the minute you entered the room.

“Good evening, Namjoon.” You said with a sweet voice as you peeked your head through the door. Once you saw his familiar muscular build you came in, shutting the door.

He silently bowed to you, something in him telling him to be respectful. Like everyone else you had a taser on you but never used it. For you, it was as if it wasn’t attached to your hip. And unlike everyone else, you didn’t call him RM. You called him his actual name. How you found out he didn’t know.

“Congrats on the win.” You said once your light body hit the edge of the bed. “I heard a bunch of people doubting you. That you could never get up to five wins in a row, especially against a lion hybrid.” Your voice was mocking as you playfully rolled your eyes at whoever you were talking about.

“But I didn’t doubt you..” there was proudness in your tone and your words made him tense. He shouted at his wolf not to dance because of your praise. “You know you could beat the record for most wins in a row. It’s only seven.”

It was always weird how you were so comfortable about the fact that he almost tortured people for a living. So comfortable around him when he had almost killed a man a half hour ago.

He always wondered how you got yourself mixed into the mess. You could have been a doctor with your skills. So why weren’t you?

He tried not to dwell to much on you. Caring for humans almost killed him. He couldn’t make the same mistake, even if you were different.

“I can’t believe they haven’t gotten you your dinner yet.” You stated as you treated his knuckles. He didn’t flinch at the alcohol that poured onto his cuts before your wrapped it.

“Anything hurt? Teeth? Lungs? Feet? Legs? Tail?” You asked him routinely as you held up a water bottle. Without asking, Namjoon opened his mouth as you poured the water into his mouth. He stared at you curiously as you filled some water in his mouth before stopping.

He didn’t swallow it, swishing the water around his sore mouth before spitting it into a plastic cup that you were now holding. Water and a bit of blood came back.

“No pain.” He spoke for the first time, his voice coming back rough and deep as you hummed. “That’s a relief.” You whispered and he looked down, trying to keep his emotions in check. Why did you care so much about his condition? Probably because he was making you money no less.

“I’ll cry the day you break a bone.” You huffed and his ears twitched. You had been saying things that hinted you cared about him lately. He didn’t believe you, not for a second. But it still caught him off guard. And somehow, he did not like the thought of your beautiful doe eyes being red from crying. He’d have to be extra careful.

“Why would you cry?” He couldn’t help but ask. You were a nurse for God’s sake. You even treated the people he beat. Why would him breaking a bone be so horrible?

“I don’t know, I’ve never been good with seeing friends or people I know hurt. My dad came home with a broken leg once and I almost threw up.” You answered unfazed by his sudden interest. But this made him more curious. Friend? Were they friends? Maybe he was overreacting.

You talked about your dad sometimes. Not a bunch but more than you talked about your mother, which surprised him since you were so girlish and respectful. Who taught you that if not a mother?

“This’ll hurt.” You state before putting some alcohol on a cut that was on his forehead. It stung a little, but he didn’t flinch. He just watched your concentrated face as you worked your magic. He could admit that you were pretty, but even pretty humans couldn’t be trusted.

“I don’t know why but, I feel more comfortable around you than the other hybrids. Like, warm and fuzzy.. Is that weird?” You suddenly spoke as you planted a small bandaid on the cut.

Namjoon didn’t answer, instead he just looked away shamefully. No, it wasn’t weird. It was because they were mates. They were bonding. Namjoon had let his guard down and bonded with his human mate.

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Two days later, he got his sixth win.

There were louder cheers when he won this match. He could tell people were getting more hype the more he fought. Your words came back to him. The thought of beating the record on everyone’s minds. The bullied rookie no longer stood. People no longer booed when he won. They screamed and blasted confetti. He didn’t know why, but he had become a fan favorite.

But still, you were his biggest fan of them all. You practically came skipping into the room forty minutes after the win. He could smell your excitement down the hall, but something else he could sense in your smell.

Another hybrid. Male. Lion.

His wolf hated it. He hated it. The smell made his nose burn and the thought of some other hybrid being all over his mate made his jaw clench. Especially a Lion.

“Good evening, superstar.” You greeted him with a smile, despite his nasty expression. “Everyone’s talking about you breaking the record. No pressure but I’d be big if you do. Just one more and you’ll tie and that’s already a huge accomplishment.” You we’re quick to ramble this time as you sat at the edge of the bed.

He hesitated to meet you at the edge like usual. He’d go crazy if he smelt more lion. You noticed and frowned as you looked at him with a confused expression.

“You stink.” He answered your wordless question with in a rough and disgusted tone. He could fight through a lot of things (literally) but not this. It was actually starting to make him ill in the chest.

“I took a shower this morning..” you mumbled to yourself taking your confused eyes away from him to look down at your visible skin.

You wore a tight pink shirt and paired it with a medium length white skirt that somehow wasn’t stained. A skinny black belt held it all together that matched the flats you wore. No wonder a lion had scented you. He bit the inside of his injured cheek in rage. Someone had marked you their territory.

“No. Like lion.” He clarified in a deep voice. He couldn’t let you be walking around here with everyone thinking you belonged to someone you didn’t.

“Oh.” You chirped as if suddenly realizing something. You had forgotten hybrids keen sense of smell. “Jay was extra close today..” you uttered. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Extra close his ass. He seemed to be all over you.

“If it bothers you that much…you have permission to scent me.” You suddenly offer in a low voice as he watched blush creep up to your cheeks. He doesn’t know why you offered, or how you even know that’s what he wanted to do. But he doesn’t take a second to think about it.

He scoots himself so his directly behind you while you’re at the edge of the bed. He wraps his arms around you and settles his interlocks hands on your stomach. He hesitates before taking in the little of your original smell that he can sense before planting his face on your neck.

He sits there for a while. He can obviously feel how nervous you had become so he takes a while to let you cool down. He lets himself get lost in the warm feeling of holding you like a mate should. He gets lost in the fantasy that maybe things can work. And when he notices that you’ve calmed down too, he begins to nuzzle his face into your neck.

He can sense how shy your getting but he moves slow not going lower than your shoulders until he finally forced himself to move away.

What the fuck was he doing? Snuggling up to some human girl he didn’t even know. Human girls like you abused him every chance they got. Did he forget about the taser locked to your side. How could his wolf betray him like this? How could he put himself in danger? You worked for the boxing ring that abused his kind. As sweet and innocent as you seemed, you couldn’t be that innocent.

He sat there in silence for the rest of the check up in silence. For the first time he didn’t listen to you rambling about the match or your childhood stories.

He was trying to fix the damage he had caused.

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Two days later he got his seventh win in a row.

He knew you would be thrilled and despite everything, he was looking forward to your praise. He knew you would be proud of him, even if he didn’t officially past the record yet.

At one point in the match he started fighting for you rather than his survival. His mind was stuck on you the entire match. Once he felt like he was losing, he thought about how disappointed you would be in him. How much you were rooting for him and wanted him to succeed. How much he needed to see you happy again. That was enough to have him win the match.

And when his opponent had the audacity to land a punch on his stomach… He killed him.

And like any other time. He didn’t care. He cared about the victory. And he would do it again if he had to.

He was so wrapped up in his own mind that he hadn’t realized a unfamiliar person had made their way to his room until the person knocked on the door.

His body stiffened.

You never knock on the door. You poked your head through first, but never full on knocked. He always wondered why you don’t. It was almost like you knew that he knew about your presence.

Something snapped in him when he realized your sweet scent was no where to he found. Instead someones terrified scent replaced you and it made him crazy. He knew your schedule. Including you, there were only three nurses. You worked the days he fought, another nurse worked the days he didn’t. And another nurse for the weekends.

You were scheduled today so where were you? He asked himself angrily.

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked in a firm and deep voice. Not giving the person any permission to enter.

“I-I don’t know. She didn’t show up today.” The female voice answers in a shaky tone. This doesn’t make him any less angrier or anxious. “I’m subbing till she shows up.”

You were missing. You had disappeared and instead of looking for you they replaced you with some weak idiot. He quickly got worried and protective. Wherever you were you needed to get found now. And he wasn’t counting on humans to find you. With their horrible sense it would take days to find you and he wasn’t willing to go that long without knowing you were okay. Not after he let his wolf bond with you.

Despite it being forbidden to leave the room, and he would most liking be spotted by the hundreds of cameras he quickly decided he had to find you himself. He didn’t care about the victory anymore. He didn’t care about breaking the record. He cared about you.

He stood up from the bed and it was easy for him to swing open the locked door, not even having to use his claws to tar through the lock. The woman’s eyes widen in shock when his tall huff figure was suddenly in front of her.

“Use that taser and your dead by the time the buzzing stops.” He threatens her with a low and assertive tone. He doesn’t give the poor nurse time to reply. He knew he scared her enough and with how shaky her hands were she would probably miss him anyways.

Now, he just had to find you before they found him.

Despite it being one of the biggest illegal hybrid boxing organizations, the building was small. There were three levels, the main level, the security/employee level and the basement. The basement consisted of the loser rooms and mostly plumbing and electrical wires. The security system and employee work stations were the highest level. The main level consisted of the main area and the winner rooms.

And then there was outside.

Somewhere Namjoon and the other prisoners were forbidden. It was impossible to make it outside anyways. The guards that had guns instead of taser, combined with the electric fence made it clear that anyone who tried to escape would be dealt with.

Namjoon had heard many stories about great fighters who died trying to escape. The place made hybrids insane. But the only thing that seemed to make Namjoon insane was the fact that you were missing. He would step outside if you were there.

Namjoon had just gotten done searching most of the first floor when he smells it. Your scent. It’s faint and sour but it’s you. Something in him tells him to follow it.

Now, it’s a race. A race for Namjoon to find you before they capture him. Because he knows that by now they have noticed him frantically searching everywhere for you on the camera. A huge wolf hybrid roaming around was sure to catch eyes.

He follows the scent, desperate to find out what was wrong and it leads him to the basement. This was his least favorite place to be, but he quickly enters anyways.

There’s an open hallway that leads to the loser cage, and to the right leads him to all the plumbing. Despite how horrible it smelt, your scent got stronger.

His ears perk when he can now smell blood in your scent. Pools of blood. Your scent isn’t just sour anymore, he can smell your fear. It was so strong it felt like your scent was calling out to him.

He quickly changes his pace from speed walking, to fill on sprinting down the hallway and to the right. The plumbing room is more like a corner it’s so small, so he quickly sees your bloody figure laid flat on the floor.

His face turns red as his heart thumps and for the first time in years he’s feels like he might die. He can barely breathe and his body becomes shaky.

He quickly runs to you, plopping down on his knees and taking you in his lap. He can see your face now, which is dangerously pale and filled with scars and bruises.

You can barely lift up your eyes to look at him, but when you do a small painful smile makes it’s way to your face. “Joon…” you manage to say in a shaky voice.

“Who did this? I need a name, a species, a smell for fucks sake.” He growls and he doesn’t realize he is in tears till one falls on your face.

“Please, don’t do anything crazy.” You plead when you see the absolute rage and heartbreak expression on his face, his hands wrapping around you tighter as he holds you close.

“I have already,” he states again to your confused face and he swallows a lump in his throat before answering. “I accepted you as my mate.” He reveals with a shaky voice.

Your eyes widen and you slowly lift up your hand to caress his face and wipe his tears. He grabs your hand, bringing it to his chest. “So tell me, who did this to you so they can hurt as much as they hurt us.” He says again and you open your mouth to reply to him but something behind him quickly steals your attention.

You let out a gasp as your eyes widen and filled with terror. Just as he realizes a bunch of heavy footsteps have made their way into the small space you yell.

“No, wait! Please! He didn’t do it—!“

Before you can explain and anyone can take in your words, three tranquilizer darts are suddenly shot into Namjoon’s back.

His body stills and tenses up before his eyes roll to the back of his head and he collapses into your blood pool.

Your cries are the last thing you both hear before the world turns black and cold.