So Excited!!!

So excited!!!

The Ivory Fang (I)

— pairing: mermaid taehyung x (f) reader — word count: 6k — warnings: (soft?) yandere, mention of illness (not the reader) — summary: You have run out of options when it comes to treating your mother's illness. When a mysterious man offers you a solution that might save her, you decide that nothing is too strange if it means it'll lead to a cure – not even finding and striking a deal with a mermaid.

Part 01 - 02

"My apologies, miss, but there's nothing I can do to aid your mother. Her malady is too severe."

The healer gives you a sympathetic look before he closes his door, the bell hanging above it chiming into the quiet night. You let out a shaky exhale, staring at the door that just sealed your mother's fate.

You have exhausted every possible option of looking for a cure, pleaded with every healer you've come across to please just try, but none have been willing. They always take one look at your mother, pale and gaunt in her bed, practically rotting away as she lays there, before they scurry away, refusing to treat her.

They may see a lost cause, a patient too sick to be cured, but you just see your mother – the woman who raised you by herself and taught you that even if all else fails, she would always be there to catch you.

The gold coins in your satchel clink together as you pull yourself away from the healer's door, your steps heavy as you begin the walk back to your house.

"What a fool," You grit, kicking at a stone in front of you, "If you had any common sense you should at least pretend like you had a cure and bled me dry."

Your throat bobs as you glance up at the night sky. The stars twinkle on without a worry, indifferent that their biggest admirer hasn't laid her eyes on them in months. You never quite saw the beauty in them like your mother did – like she still does – but they are practical for lighting your way home. It's the least they can do, as the tearful wishes you've bestowed upon their fallen brothers and sisters have all gone unheard since your mother fell ill.

It happened so suddenly, so unexpectedly, that you still have no idea what caused it. One day your mother was fine and the next she was unable to get out of bed, falling in and out of consciousness. It's been months of you doing everything you can to help her, but nothing has even given her a moment of respite from the illness that's ravaging her body. You're truly at your wit's end.

You press your hands to your eyes as they begin to blur, willing them not to fall. On the off chance that your mother is lucid when you return, you don't want to cause her the worry of seeing your swollen eyes and tear-stained cheeks. Taking a few deep breaths, you attempt to calm yourself, rubbing at your eyelids until the urge to cry subsides.

As you let your hands fall away, you find yourself squinting as you re-open your eyes, hazy lights filling your vision. Your steps slow as you draw near the source, a lit-up storefront beckoning you in with its warm, flickering lights.

"This isn't.." You look over your shoulder, seeing the faint outline of the healer's door further up the road. You walk along this path every day and yet, you have never seen this store before. You can't quite seem to recall what used to be there but you know it wasn't this.

Trepidation slowly sinks in as you keep walking forward, intent to let your feet carry you past the shop without a backward glance. Even so, a moment of morbid curiosity makes you pause, your eyes drinking in the soft glow of the seemingly floating lights in the window. Turning your head this way and that, you can't see the string holding them up, the thread much too thin to be visible in such low light. The windows are covered with rich fabrics, not allowing you to look inside past the heavy drapes. Your initial thought about this being a magician's shop falls short as you notice the etching into the glass, the lettering spelling out 'The Healing Shoppe'.

The name gives you a foolish burst of hope, your body already halfway up the stairs before you remember just how odd this whole thing is. A mysterious shop has appeared out of thin air and you're going to trust it just like that? Every rational part of your brain is urging you to leave, to forget that you ever laid eyes on this shop. But.. You can't simply ignore it on the odd chance that something inside might help your mother.

Taking a deep breath, you cross the last steps and find yourself in front of the door. As you press down on the handle, it gives away with a soft rattle. The sound is peculiar, certainly like no bell you've ever heard before; but with no visual clues of what it might be, you find that you can't quite place it. You take a hesitant step into the shop, the dimly lit space in front of you more like a hallway than a proper room. The walls are empty aside from a few lit candles, only a heavy drape obscuring what you assume to be a doorway further down the corridor.

"Hello?" You call out.

You pause, straining your ears for a reply, but nothing comes. Just as you're about to leave, worried that someone simply forgot to close up their shop, you hear a heavy thud from behind the curtain.

There's no noise aside from the impact, no immediate call for help, but there's still a possibility that someone may be hurt. Perhaps they fainted or are too weak to call out to you. You decide then that you're just going to take a look behind the drape, just to make sure everything is alright so that you can leave in good conscience.

You walk past the flickering candlelight, stomach swirling with unease as you reach out for the curtain. The material is soft in your hand, threads of shimmering silver woven so delicately into it that you can't even feel it as you run your thumb across it. The fabric is heavy as you finally push it aside, your eyes widening in surprise as you take in what it was hiding.

The room you step into is filled to the brim with shelves and cabinets, all of them displaying a different collection of oddities. There's dried flowers and herbs hanging from the ceiling, the many bunches of lavender spreading a calming scent throughout the space. There's a round table placed in the middle of the room, two chairs pushed up against it. The tablecloth is made out of the same material as the drape and your fingers are already itching to touch it again.

Glancing around, you find that the shelf next to you is stacked to the brim with gemstones of every cut and color imaginable, their polished surface reflecting the sparkling jars from across the room. If your mother was here, she would insist that they were filled with stardust, the shimmering substance so bright it's nearly imitating the night sky you looked up at just moments before.

You walk slowly around the room, captivated by all of the different items you find. A shudder runs through you as you pause near a display filled with skulls, some of the shapes so outlandish you wonder if the owner has somehow mended different species together just for show.

As you finally make a full circle back to the doorway you stepped through, you realize that there's nothing in this room that should have made the thud you heard earlier. There's no one here and nothing even seems slightly out of place.

Stumped, you lean forward on the table, running your fingers over the soft texture of the cloth as you give the room another look. Is there a door you missed somewhere? Perhaps you were too captivated by the content to really pay attention to the room.

"And who might you be?"

You spin around, heart in your throat, from the sudden deep voice speaking up behind you. 

You stumble over an apology as you take in the cloaked figure in front of you, their face obscured by the big hood pulled over their head. The uneasy feeling in your stomach returns tenfold as you realize you're trapped between the table and this mysterious person, their broad frame blocking the only way in and out of the room.

"I–" You're saved from your poor explanation as the figure pulls their hood off, revealing the most beautiful man you've ever seen in your life. His light brown hair is tousled and wavy like he just came from a swim in the ocean, his skin sun-kissed as if he's spent his days laying by the shore. You find yourself unable to form words as you take in his chiseled jaw and almond-shaped eyes, the colour such a striking light blue, they almost appear white.

It's a little unsettling how piercing his gaze is, almost as if he's looking right into you rather than at you. Just as your eyes flicker to the curtain behind him, an excuse forming in your head for a swift exit, the man says, "What brings you to my shop?"

Flashes of your mother's gaunt face appear before your eyes, the sound of her breathing becoming heavier and heavier echoing in your ears. Even if you feel uneasy in this man's presence, you can't let this chance slip to your fingers. You owe your mother that much.

"I noticed the sign out front, that you have a healing shop? My mother.." You take a deep breath, swallowing down the lump in your throat. "My mother is very ill. No doctor or healer is willing to help her, they say her sickness is too severe. You.. You're my last hope."

"Hmm, I see," The man nods. He gestures to one of the chairs, "Please have a seat and explain your troubles. I need all the details you can give regarding your mother's malady."

You quickly slip into the nearest chair, your palms clammy with nervous anticipation. This is the first person who has ever bothered to ask, who actually seems to care. You watch the man as he rounds the table, his gait awkward and staggered as he walks with difficulty to his chair. The way he moves is nothing like you've seen before. It's certainly no ordinary limp, you've never seen anyone walk so .. unnaturally before.

The man catches your eye as he lowers himself to his seat.

"I know my condition is quite unsightly, please excuse me. Due to some unforeseen circumstances, I have had to train my legs to bear my weight. It has left me feeling like a fish out of water."

He flashes you a crooked smile, the amused twinkle in his eye alerting you of a joke you don't quite understand. You wonder if his condition is similar to your old neighbor's. The man had a painful sickness in his legs and spent most of his time in a wheeled chair, but he could walk on them if it was necessary. Though the few times you did see him walk, it still looked, well, human.

"Oh no, that's alright," You wave your hands, embarrassed that your staring might have made him feel self-conscious.

Desperate to turn the conversation away from the man's illness, you begin recounting everything you can remember about your mother's sickness. You tell him about how it began so suddenly, the severity of it and how no one else is willing to aid her, all noting her as a lost cause.

"Most curious," The man hums. 

He leans back in his seat, his piercing gaze moving slowly across your face, scrutinizing it. He mutters something under his breath, too low for you to hear, before he raises his voice and says, "While I may not know what your mother's sickness is, I do know that there is only one thing that can cure her. A mermaid's magic."

"Pardon me?" You stare incredulously at the man. "Did you just say mermaid? As in the creatures from folktales?"

"I do know it sounds outlandish, or perhaps you'd find insane to be a more fitting word, but it's your last chance at curing your mother. Have you not exhausted all man-made options?"

You slump in your seat, biting down on your lip as you mull his words over. You have indeed done all you could to save your mother and to no avail. While it does sound absolutely mad to go searching for a mythological creature to aid her, perhaps crazy is just what you need. You're not sure just how much you trust this strange man but for all you know, he could be speaking the truth. He certainly looks like he believes in it himself.

"Where.. Where would I find one?"

The man tuts. "That's not the question you should be asking, guppy. A mermaid requires a sacrifice of equal value to what you are asking of them. What are you willing to give to receive their help?"

"Anything," You reply, "The cost doesn't matter. I'd give up anything to save my mother."

The man grins, his smile a little sharper than before, as he pulls out a weathered map from his cloak. He traces the route you need to take, crossing over the vast ocean to reach a cluster of islands on the other side.

"Finally, you will need to take a boat from Pearl Bay to this island right here. Once you locate the mermaid, you have to offer him this," The man places a tooth on the table, the whites of it glistening under the candlelight.

You hesitantly reach across the table to pick it up, the size and weight of it much more substantial than you were expecting. You find that the tooth is much more like a fang, one end pointed and sharp. It's nothing like you've seen before.

"What animal does this belong to?" You ask, tracing what looks like a red vein embedded in the side of it.

You look up as you're only met with silence, the man's heavy gaze transfixed on your hand and the fang held in your palm. He only seems to remember his surroundings as you lower it to your lap, removing it from his sight.

The man clears his throat as he pulls the hood back over his head. Ignoring your question, he nudges the map closer to you on the table, "I have given you everything you need. It is up to you to decide whether your mother lives – or dies. Good luck."

Your mind is made up a few days later when your mother starts coughing up blood. You doubt she has more than a few weeks left to live at the rate her sickness is eating her up, so you'll have to act right away if you want to save her. You still have your doubt about the journey, about the creature you're supposed to find, but the risk is worth it if the alternative is being left to always wonder if it could have cured her. You know you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if the mysterious man was correct and you didn't do anything about it.

"I'll find a cure, I promise," You give your mother a gentle kiss on her forehead. The lines on her hollowed face are scrunched with pain, her every breath a mere wheeze as her chest struggles to rise and fall. 

You meet the saddened eyes of your neighbor as you press a few gold coins into her hand, whispering a few words of gratitude for her care while you're away. The journey shouldn't take more than ten nights to complete but you have paid her far more than that, just on the off chance that the weather delays your return. With your goodbyes said, you heft your rucksack onto your shoulder as you slip out of the cottage and set course for the port.

The sun has barely risen as you locate the ship that will take you south, the wooden dock filled with travelers and crew all headed in different directions. You're surprised to find that the ship is quite large, the deck just as bustling as the dock below. With all of the boxes and barrels being loaded up, you figure it's likely a cargo ship, moving wares and supplies out to the islands. While the journey is bound to be loud and quite cramped, you think the noise might actually do you some good. You hadn't realized just how much of your own energy had been sapped alongside your mother's, how much you missed the sound of laughter and life being lived around you. You'll be stuck on this ship until it reaches Pearl Bay, unable to do much other than sleep and converse with the people around you, so perhaps this will be a much needed break – a chance for you to wind down until you reach shore. Gods know you'll need it, especially since you're supposed to hunt down a fabled creature once your feet hit solid ground.  

You fight to open your eyes as the sound of the howling winds outside sweep through the room, your stomach turning at the thought of having to move to see what caused it. The trap door slams shut before you muster up the courage to turn over, the sounds once again dampened by the heavy wood.

"Ay girlie, who made you this angry?!" A crewman huffs as he stumbles down the stairs to the lower deck, bracing his hands on the walls for support.

You bite your teeth together as another thunderous wave crashes against the side of the ship. The next round of nausea washes over you as the ship rocks back and forth, the wood groaning as it tries to steady itself. It's been three days of hellish waters, the storm breaking out as soon as the ship hit the open sea. You've spent most of it confined to your cot, barely being able to keep any water or food down before another rough wave causes your stomach to empty.

The lower deck is filled with pained moans and whimpers, the majority of the passengers fairing just as poorly as you. It feels like you're stuck in a loop of absolute misery with the heavy rain that pours down on the deck above and the angry sea that threatens to pull the ship under at any moment.

You let out a slow breath through your nose, trying to think about anything else but the bile slowly rising up your throat. So much for that relaxation. Desperate for some respite from your turning stomach, you close your eyes and turn your focus onto the indistinct chatter happening on the other side of the room. The low, murmuring voices prove to be enough of a distraction that you soon find your consciousness slipping, a welcome darkness taking over you as the storm continues to rage outside.

The next time you wake up, the ship is quiet and still, like the previous days were nothing more than a fever dream. It takes you longer than you'd like to make your way up on deck, your legs trembling and weak after barely any substance over the past three days. The fresh air and warm sunlight feels heavenly on your skin as you stumble past the other travelers sprawled out on the deck, a few of them still moaning about the ship moving too much, despite its now still glide on the quiet water. The ship's railing seems like a good spot to rest, the sturdy wood providing a nice support to lean against as you survey the sea around you. The water is crystal blue, glittering under the bright sun. You've never seen anything quite like it. You let out a gasp as a school of fish pass by the ship, their gray hue reflecting the light so beautifully it looks like molten silver dancing around under the water's surface.

You stand by the ship's edge for a while, long enough for the other passengers to begin retreating back to their cots. Just as you're about to do the same, you see what looks like a white, large fin hitting the surface of the sea, the creature below too obscured by the distance from the ship to really make out. Even so, you can tell it's no regular fish. The small waves caused by the impact must surely mean that it's a strong animal.

"Did you see that?" You turn to the man resting next to you, hoping he might have an explanation of what you just saw.

The man startles as you address him, clearly on the brink of falling asleep where he stands. He blinks, rubbing his eyes as he turns his attention to the spot you're pointing to.

"There's nothing there, miss," He grumbles, openly annoyed that you woke him up.

"What? But–" As you turn back to look at the sea, you realize he's right. The creature you saw is no longer there.

"Was likely just a dolphin, miss. There's lots of them in these waters."

"I suppose so," You concede. Having never seen one in real life, only on paper, you have no clue how large they're supposed to be. Yet, something in your gut tells you that this was no dolphin – this was something entirely different.

You're not left to ponder the creature for long, not when you're alerted that Pearl Bay has been spotted in the distance. Your final night at the ship passes by in the blink of an eye, time seemingly fueled by your nerves as you suddenly find yourself stepping onto solid ground once again. With a decent night's rest behind you and a warm meal in your stomach, you set course for the next point on your map.

Following the mysterious man's instructions, you find the path going along the outskirts of the bay, walking until you stumble upon the described hut nestled close to the water's edge. The woman inside seems eager to rent you a rowboat, citing that she doesn't get much business on the far side of the island. 

It isn't until she asks you where you're going that her demeanor changes, her expression turning haunted as she glances in the direction of your destination, just barely visible where the sky meets the sea.

"There is something wicked in those waters," The woman shudders, her hands shaking as she accepts a gold coin for payment, "You'd better stay away if you value your life, miss."

Your stubbornness won't allow you to turn back now, not when you've already come so far, but that doesn't mean you're not affected by her warning. Her spooked expression lingers in the back of your mind as you push the boat out to sea, your own hands trembling with uncertainty as you grab the oars and begin to row.

Perhaps you are truly foolish to ignore all of the warning signs you have been presented with, but what is a little danger if it means it can heal your mother? You'll just have to stay vigilant, making sure not to take any risks and be alert to your surroundings.

With your rucksack tucked between your legs, you hum a gentle tune, trying to calm the anxiety building with every stroke forward.

The eerie feeling grows heavier the more distance you put between yourself and Pearl Bay, the island in the distance seemingly never drawing closer no matter how long and how hard you row. You set out before the sun had reached its highest point and now its rays are almost touching the sea, the sky a pure orange. Truly, it feels like you have just been paddling in place this whole time, not moving an inch despite the bay becoming fainter and fainter behind you.

Your arms are burning from the hours of exercise, your breath labored and heavy with exhaustion. You were hoping to make it to shore before nightfall –  the map did not indicate that the journey would be this long – but you fear your body might shut down if you try to push it for much longer.

You pull the oars into the boat, intending to just take a short break and rest your eyes before your final stretch of the evening. 

You swear you haven't dozed off for more than a quarter of an hour, the sunset still vivid and bright, but as you reopen your eyes, you're shocked to find the island close, its proximity now near enough that you can make out the palm trees on the shore and faint details of the wild mountain imposing behind them.

"How?" You breathe.

As you shift on the bench, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you notice that your feet feel much colder than before your nap. Wet.

Glancing down, you find the bottom of the boat filled with water, the amount already well above your ankles. You fumble for the oars, cursing as you begin to row with all of your might. You can't tell where the leak is coming from and scooping the water out with your hands won't get you anywhere. Your best bet is just to get the boat as close to land as possible and then swim the rest of the way.

You resolutely do not think about what may be lurking in the water as you finally abandon the sinking boat, your rucksack balanced precariously on your head as you lower yourself into the cold water. You wonder for a split second if it's better to leave it but the extra portions of food you brought with you will surely come in handy now that your way of returning to Pearl Bay is at the bottom of the ocean.

Biting your teeth together, you begin to swim, your gaze locked onto the beach. Time feels endlessly long as you push yourself forward, the minutes ticking by so slowly they might as well have been hours.

You let out a sob of relief as your feet finally touch solid ground, every limb shaking with exhaustion as you waddle the rest of the way up to dry land. You collapse the moment you hear sand crunching under your soaked boots, panting, as your vision swirls from fatigue. 

You lie there until the chill begins to set in, your dripping clothes sticking to your skin like an icy embrace. Groaning, you push yourself up on your feet, knowing you'll have to attempt to create a fire if you want any warmth to return to your body.

The sky is beginning to grow dark, its orange hues replaced by deep purple and blue. It's only now that you realize just how unnaturally quiet the island is, with no noise to be heard aside from the water lapping at the shore and a gentle breeze flowing through the palm trees. Even if you hadn't been this exhausted and cold, you would never dare to venture further into the thick vegetation in the dark. You don't trust the island to not lead you astray.

"Suppose I'll stay here for the night," You murmur. 

You rummage through your rucksack, pulling out the change of clothes you had brought with you just in case. You're ever thankful for your own foresight as you strip out of your soaked garments, goosebumps racing down your skin as you hurry to pull on a dry blouse and trousers. It isn't just the cold that's making your skin crawl – you can't help feeling like somewhere in the darkness of the deep ocean, or in the shadows in the midst of the trees, someone is watching you.

You glance around as you do your blouse up, finding absolutely nothing staring back at you.

Yet, the feeling lingers.

It takes you longer than you'd like to admit getting a fire started, the branches you find a little too damp to really catch a spark. Still, some deity seems to take pity on you and allows one of your attempts to succeed, the branch igniting and spreading the flames to the rest of your small bonfire. You scarf down half of the food and water you brought with you as you soak up the warmth, deciding that despite your still vocal stomach, it's better to save the rest for tomorrow. You have no idea how large this island actually is, so there's no question that you'll have to keep your energy up.

With your stomach slightly sated and your shivering down to a minimum, you curl up on the beach, as close to the open flames as you dare. You use your rucksack as a makeshift pillow, piling up the rest of your supplies close by. Despite the unnerving, oppressive air that hangs over the island, you succumb to sleep quickly, your exhaustion too great to fight.

Your dreams are restless, haunted by sharp teeth and whispers, a deep baritone voice urging you to come find him. You wake with a start, alarmed that the puff of air you sensed across your ear in your nightmare felt a little too real.

Heart racing in your chest, you quickly survey the beach, finding nothing out of the ordinary. Your bonfire has long since extinguished itself, its ashes intertwined with the sand below.

Reaching out behind you, you frown as you don't feel the pouch of water you know you left there the night before.

Turning around, you're met with absolutely nothing. Your food and water are gone, and the clothes you left out to dry are nowhere to be seen.

You would suspect an animal to be behind it but you really don't think there's any here. It's too quiet. Not even an insect has passed you by since you stepped foot on this island. 

Perhaps the sensation you felt wasn't just a dream, maybe there's someone – something – here.

"You're fine, you're fine," You whisper, digging your hands into the sand to ground yourself. You don't have time to panic. If all of your supplies are gone, it just means you have even less time to locate the creature you came here for. You have to move. Now.

You push yourself up to your feet, dusting sand off your clothes. Your boots are long gone too but you doubt they would have been of much use anyway with the way they were gurgling the night before.

Taking a deep breath, you begin walking towards the thick vegetation a little further up the beach, where the sand meets lush, long grass. The jungle you step into is so dense that the sunlight barely manages to peek through the trees, only small dapples of sunlight flickering across the ground as the leaves move with the wind. The map provided to you didn't show where you would find the mermaid once you reached the island, so you're left to wander aimlessly, pushing aside shrubs and climbing over fallen trees.

Even if you have no idea which way you should be headed, it's almost as if your body knows, your feet carrying you in what you can only hope is the right direction. Your path becomes clear as you break through the trees and find yourself at the edge of the mountain, near the shore. Your journey must have led you to the other side of the island, and the massive cave that's carved out of the mountain is too imposing to be anything but your destination. From the folktales you have heard, it seems like the perfect place to find a mermaid.

The cave mouth is facing out into the ocean, its size big enough to fit a ship through it. You say a small prayer to whatever deity is willing to listen as you square your shoulders and walk in, your barren footsteps echoing into the quiet mountain. You keep close to the wall as you follow the rocky ledge that trails along it, mindful of the stream that runs parallel to your path. The water here is darker, not as willing to divulge what may be lurking beneath its surface. It seems this cave has a paved a road for those with feet and fins.

You follow the ledge as it veers to to left and it soon becomes apparent to you that you have stepped into a tunnel, something much smaller and damper compared to the cave entrance. You can almost graze your fingertips against the mountain above you now.

It doesn't take long before the tunnel opens up before you, showing you sunlight streaming in through holes in the mountain. This cavern is large and wide, showing off a pool of water in the middle of it. You freeze near the edge of the tunnel, still shrouded in its shadows, as you finally lay eyes on the creature you have been searching for – the mermaid.

It's lounging in the water, its back turned towards you as it uses its arms to rest on the pool's edge. You find yourself mesmerized by its tail, the massive thing almost as long as a full-grown adult. It's white in colour but the scales appear to have a pearlescent luster to them, shimmers of pink and green reflecting in the water.

The mermaid's body resembles a man, showing off a chiseled back and strong muscles as he moves his arms. The mermaid's tousled, light brown hair looks oddly familiar from the back, but you know no men who sport that kind of style. There's no place for vanity in your town.

"Hello?" You call out as you step into the cavern.

You hold your breath as the mermaid flips its body around at the sound of your voice, its strong tail splashing in the water. Dumbfounded, you watch as the mermaid pushes his hair back, revealing a face you already know.

It's the mysterious man from the healing shoppe, the same one that told you to come find the mermaid – to come find him.

The man grins as he drinks in your shock, his teeth much sharper than you remember them. 

"Ah, pretty human, it seems that you decided to save your mother's life after all."

"You.." You struggle to make sense of what you're seeing, none of it adding up. "Who are you?"

"Me? Oh, pardon my manners. You may call me Taehyung, human. I believe you have a request for me?"

A sudden gust of wind comes through the cave as the mermaid utters his name, a loud rattling echoing between the walls of the cavern. You remember hearing that same sound before, the night you stepped into his shop. The moment you glance up to find the source, you find yourself immediately regretting it.

The darkest spots of the cave's ceiling are filled with clumps of hanging bones, all made up of various animals. They rattle as the wind makes them sway, causing them to knock into each other over and over. You swallow thickly as you spot a skull that is very distinctly human, its warning not lost on you.

You scramble a step back as you look back to the water and find Taehyung much closer than before. He's resting casually on the pool's edge, his chin in his hand as he observes you from only a few feet away. His icy gaze is locked on to you and there's a glint in his eye that makes you all too aware that you have nowhere to run. Even if you make it out of the cave, you will still be trapped on the island. The water is Taehyung's domain and you're surrounded by it.

Foolishly naive and desperate as you are, you have let a predator lead you right into his grasp.

a/n: want to read chapter two right away? you can! just click here and it'll bring you straight to early access 💖

welcome to the third installment in the crimson shell universe (all of the stories are stand alones though, so you'll be fine even if you haven't read the others)!! i know we didn't see too much of tae in this chapter but i can promise you he'll make plenty of apperances in the next one 👀 this is a yandere mermaid story, but this fic will be... softer (?) in comparison to the others! i'd love to know what you think so far!! 💖

the next(/final) chapter will be posted in three weeks time! if you don't want to wait and would like to support me, you can read it now through early access on my kofi! the link is above. thank you!! 💖

✧⁠*⁠。⑅♡ nsfw ahead (dilf toji, neighbour)

warnings!: age-gap(early 40's early 20's), not uh legal acts! (settin' up cams in someones house), panties stealing!, daddy kink

pt.1

dilf!toji that's mesmerized when he first sees you- his new neighbour. everyone else in the apartment building were just old people and families with nosy kids, so seeing such a pretty young body made his pants feel tighter. it was nice to have a look that wasn't through the screen on porn sites.

dilf!toji that is divorced and has no contact with his kid at all, his ex-wife doesn't let him. when he tells you all about it the first night when you saw him smoking in front of his doors, a bit drunk. you made him feel so vulnerable. you didn't judge him for what he did back then, even giving him a hug and shy kiss on the cheek. you were such a sweetheart.

dilf!toji that brings different women every night, but when he met you and realized how sweet and warming your presence was he realized how all of those quick hook-ups were just an illusion of what he wanted to have and drops all of it. even changing his phone number- that he gave you. the only woman he had in his contact from now on... and megumi's mother.

dilf!toji that comes up to talk to you, seeing you still haven't brought all those heavy boxes inside and propose to help you. after all, such a delicate little thing shouldn't carry so much! plus when he was young no woman back then carried anything. he is such a gentleman, you thought...

dilf!toji that helps you by carrying all your things inside and having a good look around... finding a good spot where to put cameras later, since you were already settled he will help you with sinks and shower this week.

dilf!toji that just has to make some suggestive jokes, be a bit touchy, hugging you too long for greeting or goodbyes, holding your waist when pressing his whole body against yours, making you feel his semi-hard cock throughout his sweats on your lower tummy.

dilf!toji that when he was last time in your apartment he stole your dirty panties. when he was back at his he sat in man spread on the couch, hand already going in his sweat slowly massaging his dick, other hand pulling out the panties from the pocket and bringing them up his nose taking a big sniff just to lick them second later, already jerking off.

dilf!toji that doesn't care how inappropriate he is with you, when you don't look he sets up little cams around your house in good spots, just to see you later on live on his computer walking naked around the house. dirty little slut..(he imagines you do it for him).

dilf!toji that just doesn't resist the urge one day and just enters your apartment, you just returned from shopping so you didn't even lock the doors, placing all the groceries bags down in the kitchen, when you heard the doors open you looked in their direction, you thought it was toji since you both were the only ones living on this floor and got pretty close... and you were right, it was him, just with erected cock taking his pants off in middle of walking to you.

dilf!toji that fuck you on the kitchen table, your virgin pussy squeezing him so good. you were so pure. he never caught you masturbating on those cameras he set up. your cunny waiting for his big cock this whole time, to be the first thing that pounds you.

you moaned loudly when he first time inserted his tip into you. it was so big you tensed up a bit at the feeling of it. toji noticed that, so before going all in he started to fuck you with only his tip, being so gentle :3

dilf!toji that cums on your tummy since you were too scared to let him do it inside, painting you with thick globs of cum. you looked so perfect, so fucked up under him, with that shy smile at the end. "thank you daddy". you mumbled, feeling a bit stupid calling him that, thought when he heard it his grip on your hips tighten.

dilf!toji that fucks you in all your virgin holes to teach you the most today since he was your daddy from now on ><, making you call him that from now on, even if you are shy little thing.

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dilf!toji that knows you are all new to this so he is very understanding and gentle until you start to get comfortable and be wild yourself, begging him cutely to take you and moving your hips clusmly with his, trying to feel every inch of his veiny cock, creaming over it multiple times and ending hugged to him and falling asleep!

(he stays with you the whole evening and night to sleep with you, and he is not gone in the morning, he can't just disappear after you were calling him daddy all night, poor good girl, he will have to keep you to himself.)

dilf!toji that still can't believe you were into older men and found him attractive. he didn't lose his muscles all those years- he was still working as an assassin. even if you reassured him, he decided to come back to the gym, and occasionally brought you with him.

Can you do a yandere! jock! fwb? Like he made it clear he doesn't want the two of you to be exclusive, but when you end up going on a date with another guy, he just gets so fucking upset? Some NSFW, and making the jock a bit of a himbo if you're feeling generous?

sorry, I've been out for a few! and i most certainly can, ive been wanting to write something like this out for a bit! your wish is my command *bows*

Yandere! Jock x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Yandere topics, stalker-ish, slight mentions of kidnapping, jealousy, Reader is a woman, HEAVY SMUT, 18+ MDNI

• Yan! Jock! who really didn't want an actual relationship with you. He was wanted and praised by majority of the students at his school. Even those who disliked him couldn't deny his raw talent when it came to athletics. He was strong, fast, and easy with any sport or physical challenge he was met with.

You had caught his eye the first several weeks of school. I mean, there was no denying that you were absolutely breath-taking. And he'd be a liar if he said he'd ever had a clean thought about you. Because holy fuck, you were so damn hot. So incredibly sexy in the school uniform that clung desperately to your stunning curves. That angel face and glowing skin that matched you so perfectly. And beyond your jaw-dropping beauty, you were intelligent. You were always turning in your assignments on time and always getting good grades. You seemed to be on a grind to get what you needed done. He could respect that. And your smarts were how you guys started talking in the first place.

• Yan! Jock had been struggling with a few subjects and went to you for help. You were happy to oblige. Part of you accepted his offer for you to tutor him because you knew your material well. But another part, a more secret part, was incredibly attracted to him. There was no denying his charms. He was tall, muscular and well-built, yet he was somehow elegant and smoothe. His tanned skin, sharp jawline and freckled nose had become your favorite physical parts about him. So, yeah. You agreed to tutor him.

The first few sessions with the jock was normal. Well, as normal as possible with two attractive people in one bedroom. There were occasional slip-ups where the two of you would be working with your heads too close to each other, so you'd practically kiss when either of you would lift your head. There were moments where you'd hold each other's gaze for too long or stare at each other's lips. But the both of you had honestly TRIED to keep it normal.

But there was that ONE night after studying that Yan! Jock just couldn't take it anymore. He was sick of pretending that your presence didn't affect him. Didn't cause him to shift in his seat every few minutes to hide his growing erection. And what frustrated him even more was that you were clearly into him too. Yet, you refused to make the first move. So he did. After staring at your plump lips for a solid minute, he leaned forward to kiss you before he could catch himself. You didn't even put up a fight. You just... Melted.

The first time the two of you fucked, it was heavenly. Your tight cunt hugged him so perfectly. Kept him so snug and warm when he buried himself deep inside you. He couldn't even pull out if he wanted to, it was like your pussy was squeezing him, relentlessly keeping him within your gummy walls. And you... You were adorable when you were filled to the brim with his spine-snapping cock. Your puppy eyes were puffy and sweet water spilled from you tear ducts. Your cheeks were flushed and your plump, glossy lips were swollen from the rough, demanding kisses and bites he had given you. Fuck, you were just perfect...

• Yan! Jock who finds himself fucking you anywhere he can when he has the time. He gets so incredibly greedy when it comes to you. Like an addict finally getting his fix. He's so sweetly brutal when it comes to being in your fat pussy, always grinding his hips against yours so desperately and clinging to your ass, thighs, hips and tits like a stupid dog who was scared that its owner would leave it. And he drooled like one too. He just couldn't help himself. Not when you felt so fucking good.

When you brought up having a potential relationship, he was quick to blow the idea off. Sure, you were incredibly. In every way, really. But a relationship would get in the way of sports and his title. And he couldn't have that. Sports was his top priority. Or so he thought.. He made sure to remind you this after almost every heated session, while kissing that pretty pout off of your gorgeous lips.

And despite how amazing he was himself, you found yourself getting bored. You loved his body (because who wouldn't), but you wanted more than sex. You wanted an actual relationship. Loyalty and trust. It's what you thrived for. And when football season began and Yan! Jock cancelled his "study sessions" with you for practice, you found yourself opening up to others.

You hadn't ever seen yourself as attractive as people seemed to think you were. And besides that, you got many compliments on your personality and sense of humor when you started hanging out with others. It was... Refreshing. As your confidence grew, more guys began to approach you. Usually, you would have made up some stupid excuse to run off, but when a certain guy asked you out at the library, you decided to take the chance.

He was cute, really. You had bumped into him several times at the library before and had no issue with getting to know him better. He introduced himself as Adam, and the two of you set up a date. It would be simple. Just a greasy diner located Downtown to start off. As you and Adam talked on the phone up to the date, you discovered that you might like him. Like, REALLY like him. He was the opposite of the jock you had recently been fucking. He was a bit of a smartass and could be snarky, but he kept his interactions with you playful and respectful. He never asked for anything along the lines of a sexual relationship and went at your pace. You were comfortable with him and could see yourself with him, which is what you had originally wanted.

• Yan! Jock who's favorite spot to eat just so happens to be the diner that you and Adam decide to have your date at. It was after one of his football games. The rest of the team was exhausted and just wanted to head home after they hit the showers, but he had just enough energy after cleaning up and changing, to go to his favorite diner. He couldn't help but indulge in their greasy food every once and a while, even though he knew he should stick to his diet. But you had to break the rules some times. Right?

The moment he pulls into the diner, he could see you from the window. A familiar warmth began to stir in his lower regions. God, you were hot as Hell itself. But when he looked a bit closer, he noticed that you were with someone.

"What the fuck?" He growled, his tone coming out more possessive than he intended. For a second, the jock paused. Where was this sudden hostility coming from? What did it matter to him who you were hanging out with? It was your business after all. But when he looked back up at that idiot who was now hand feeding you a few fries, he lost himself. He got out of his car and slammed the door shut without worrying about locking it. He barged into the diner and ignored the older waitress who greeted him.

Yan! Jock approached the table with a grin plastered on his face, but he couldn't hide the pure fire raging in the depths of his usually warm brown eyes.

"Hey, man! What's up?" He said to Adam through gritted teeth. His boiling blood seemed to sear right through his pores. It felt like he was on fire. "Couldn't help but notice that you're with my girl tonight," He slid down into the booth beside you. "You two having fun?"

You froze in horror as you realized what was going on. Adam gave you a confused look. Before you could open your mouth to say anything, the jock wrapped and arm around your shoulder and squeezed one of your tits. "Oh, she didn't tell you? Me and this pretty little thing kinda have something going on. A relationship, if you will. Sorry to disappoint."

You tried to protest, but Adam wasn't having any of it. He got up abruptly and nodded at Yan! Jock before quickly heading to his car and driving off. You couldn't believe it. You finally had something promising going for you and the stupid jock had to RUIN it? You glared at him, but he was already pulling you out of the seat.

"You're coming home with me. It's late."

You tried to yank back, but his grip was made of steel. "Like hell I am, you asshole! The fuck is wrong with you?!"

He paused and looked at you. For the first time, his eyes seemed devoid of all emotion. He let out a sigh and pulled you closer to his warm body as he led you to his car. "You're what's wrong with me, Cutie. Going out with such a loser, have you lost your mind?"

You were quite literally at a loss for words. Who did this idiot think he was?! He was the one to ruin everything! He was the one who didn't want a relationship in the first place! You were so stunned that you hardly noticed him gently pushing you into the passenger seat. You were quiet on the ride to his house, still frozen in disbelief. The recent events flashed through your head like a horror film.

When the two of you arrived, he carefully pulled you out of the car and into his house. He rubbed his hands up and down your arms as if trying to warm your icy body. "Just relax, you're good now." He cooed, softly and pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck. You snapped, spinning around to slap him hard across the cheek.

"I can't believe you! I was finally talking to someone who liked me for me and not just what my body had to offer! And your dumbass wanted to ruin it all?! You're a sick fuck, you know that? I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!"

Your fists felt soft against his broad chest, though the slap still stung his cheek. He flinched at your declaration of hatred for him and immediately wrapped you in a warm embrace. He pressed soft kisses to your scalp and trembled slightly from the sudden wave of regret. Not for lying to Adam about the two of you being in a relationship. But lying to himself and convincing himself that sports and his own needs should come before you. Because you were perfect. And he would do anything he could to make you happy.

"M'sorry, Honey. I fucked up, I know that now," He pulled away slightly so he could stare down at you with his softened, brown, lovesick gaze. "I should have given you what you so desperately wanted. A relationship and the loyalty that came with it." He buried his face in your neck, gripping your hips tightly as if horrified you might leave him once more. He felt your body stiffen under his touch and he grimaced. He genuinely messed everything up. His grimace shifted into a look of determination. I have to fix this, the jock thought. He hoisted you up into his strong arms and carried you upstairs to his bedroom.

"Hey! Put me down!"

He kissed the scowl off of those divine lips of yours and gently placed you onto the bed. Before you could scramble up and give him a piece of your beautiful mind, he was already pulling your dress up, peppering your plush thighs with soft kisses.

"Shhh... Just lemme take care of you tonight. I wanna prove that I love you more than anything, " He tugged your panties to the side with his teeth, revealing that juicy, slick mound that he adored so much. "And that your body may not be the only thing I care for when it comes to you, but it's most definitely something that should be worshipped." He slowly dragged his wet muscle between your folds, sucking gently on your clit.

You tried to ignore his apology and show him that this wouldn't get anywhere, but the way your back immediately arched from the familiar feel of his tongue wasn't fooling anyone. He didn't tease you like he usually would. He just grabbed at your thighs and ate you out passionately, kissing and suckling at your dripping cunt; moaning as your delicious juices hit his fast-working tongue. "M'so sorry, Darling. So, so, sorry... Mmh.. Shouldn't have been so stupid." He murmured his apologies between the comfort of your pussy lips, smiling in triumph as your legs instinctively tightened around his head. He plunged his tongue into your needy hole and added a few fingers to fill any empty gaps.

You must've orgasmed about five times before he finally got up from the floor to unbutton his pants and free his heavy cock. Instead of pouncing on you like a wild animal, he bent down to kiss your slightly pudgy tummy and slid his hands up to comletely tear off your thin dress. He looked up at you with a sheepish grin.

"Don't worry my love, I'll buy you a new one if you want."

The jock leaned up and gave your puffy eyes gentle kisses as he aligned himself with your gaping entrance.

"Please forgive me, Cutie. I should've known better." He leaned down to kiss your swollen lips as he pushed his stupidly large dick past your weakened defenses. He groaned loudly and grabbed onto the fat of your hips as if trying to ground himself.

"Fuckkk, Sweetie... You're so goddamn perfect... Always so ready for me~"

You were too full of him to speak. Tears streaked down your flushed cheeks. As much as you hated to admit it, you loved seeing him like this. So remorseful and gentle. It genuinely made you feel wanted. No... Needed. You whined loudly in response to the thick intrusion and bucked your hips.

Yan! Jock kneaded your breasts gently with a soft growl. He was thrilled to see you responding so well to him. Especially after he BETRAYED you and your trust. But this had to be his favorite side of you. You were too sweet, especially for him. Forgiving his short-comings so easily. All you needed was a little... Persuasion.

He smiled and guided your legs to wrap around his torso as he began to fuck you. He was rough, but in a gentle way. He knew how bad you needed this. Needed him. And he wouldn't deprive you from his attention any longer. So he made sure you could feel every inch of him. Every vein in his bruising cock. He could feel the appreciation coming off of you in waves of heat. Still, he continued to apologize and beg you for forgiveness.

He needed to fill you with his remorse. Engrave his sincerest regrets into you through his hickeys. Make you understand that he would NEVER hurt you like he did again.

• Yan! Jock who fucks you so good, that you couldn't walk for the next three days, and took care of you each day. He took off of practice to ensure that he could tend to your needs and give you much needed affection. Sure, he cuffed you to the bedpost because you tried to say that you needed to get home, but obviously you were just being silly. After all, you were all his now. And he would NEVER leave your side again.

~ Mal 💕🍵 (i hope you enjoyed this, i was half-asleep so sorry for any grammatical errors)

men who treat you wasting even a single drop of his cum like a sin. men who replace their cock with their fingers after blowing a massive load into you to stuff his cum in real good as it tries to seep out of your puffy cunt.

men who grab a fistful of your hair and make you lick his cum off of the bedsheets if you even dare to wipe the extra off of your hands.

men who collect the sticky substance on their thumb as it drips down your chin and stuffs his digit into your mouth, ordering you firmly to "suck."

his cum is like a blessing to you, and he makes sure you treat it as so. or he may have to stuff you even more full than you already are <3

TOJI, SUKUNA, gojo, nanami, EREN, LEVI, ryosuke, KEISUKE, DABI, tachihara, DAZAI, chuuya, F Y O D O R, +your favs!!

Actually I'm not done talking about Mr. Simon Fucks-Himself-Stupid Riley just yet :(

I'm picturing a scenario where you, a civilian, are visiting your boyfriend at his base. Maybe you're there to deliver something, like a file he forgot at home or the lunch he said he didn't need. Either way, whatever your cover story for being there is, the end result is the same: you, on your back, knees up by your ears, sprawled across Simon's desk as he fucks you like his life depends on it.

Being a Lieutenant grants him the luxury of having a private office where he can engage in such extracurriculars, but that doesn't mean it's without some major risks – namely, prying ears that might be lurking in the hallway outside.

But being discreet shouldn't be an issue, should it? I mean, a man known infamously as “Ghost” should have no problem staying quiet, right?

Wrong.

Turns out, not only does that tight hole of yours reduce your boyfriend to a dumb, drooling mess, it makes him a dumb, drooling mess who can't keep his fucking mouth shut.

So while you have the wherewithal to clamp a hand over your lips to try muffling your lewd noises, Simon is out here moaning and groaning unabashedly like something sent forward in time from the Paleolithic. You could try asking him to cover his mouth, but it seems an impossible task; his hands are a little preoccupied with making sure he doesn't fuck you right over the edge of his desk.

While you don't want to stop, you also don't want to get caught, so you settle for urging him to keep it down. It's after a third softly gasped ‘N-Need to be qu-quiet, Si’ that your warning finally worms its way into his brain, and he acts in a way to appease you, just… not how you expect.

Swiftly, Simon removes his hold of your waist and brings one of his arms forward. He grabs for the center of his t-shirt, tugs the material up, and quickly stuffs the fabric into his mouth.

It only takes a split second for the action to happen, but immediately, you see how effective it is. The moment that standard, army-issued tee is captured between Simon's teeth, there's a drastic reduction of noise in the room.

Now, he can fuck into you with reckless abandon, and he snaps his hips forward with enough force to make your whole body ripple. Even as you pulse and constrict around him (sometimes inadvertently, sometimes not), the sounds that climb their way up Simon's throat are heavily dampened by his cotton gag.

It's as Simon begins the ascent to his peak that the cloth in his mouth really comes into play. As he pumps into you, he starts grunting lowly, gutturally, exhaling through his nostrils in quick, harsh bursts. It's a deep sound, animalistic in nature, like a bull huffing before it digs its heels into the dirt and charges.

His thrusts turn sloppier and sloppier the closer he nears his high, his hips propelled forward only by some basic hindbrain instinct. His lashes start to flutter, his eyes roll towards the back of their sockets, and when he cums, he throws his head back in a full-blown snarl.

Simon's a bit shaky on his feet after he climaxes in you, but he manages to pull out before he stumbles backwards, plopping down heavily into his chair. As you start cleaning yourself up, you see how he makes no attempt to move. He just sits there, completely brainless, pants around his ankles and t-shirt still tucked between his teeth. You have to walk over to him and purposefully tug on the shirt to get him to release it, and once it's freed, you see the damage that's been done.

In the center of Simon's shirt rests a big, blotchy wet spot, like he's tried to do his own slobbery take on the classic Rorschach test. The fabric's been wrinkled to all hell and there's a few imprints left behind from where his teeth had bitten down, and if you were to inspect the hem closely, you'd see where he popped a stitch or two in his ecstasy.

The sight of his mangled shirt has you tutting in disapproval. He can't walk out of his office looking like this, and he certainly can't forgo wearing a shirt altogether. What would the people around base say if they saw their normally put together Lieutenant looking so unkempt? You don't think he'd ever hear the end of it, nor would you for that matter.

In the meantime, as you wait for Simon's brains to un-liquify themselves, maybe you can scrounge up something else for him to wear. There's got to be something lying around here to help make him presentable once again. It's too bad as part of your cover you didn't think to bring an extra set of clothes to change into.

You'll have to remember for next time.

The Stalker’s Game

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: yandere

Word count: 1.9k

Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of stalking and invasive behavior, which may be distressing to some readers. Please proceed with caution if these topics are triggering for you.

a/n: The characters and situations depicted in this chapter are fictional and are intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The portrayal of emotions and interpersonal dynamics is a creative interpretation and should not be taken as a reflection of real-life relationships or events.

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@dumbheadblog 2024

You walked quickly down the desolate street, the night air biting at your cheeks and numbing your fingers. Each step felt like a battle against the encroaching darkness, the moon's weak light doing little to push back the shadows that seemed to press in from all sides. A shiver of fear slid down your spine; his presence was a constant, unsettling whisper at the edge of your awareness. He, your stalker, was always near, his invisible gaze a weight on your shoulders. The recent closeness of his stalking was beginning to fray your nerves, each close encounter leaving you more unsettled than the last.

The dim glow of a flickering street lamp ahead offered a glimmer of hope. You quickened your pace, the cold air harsh against your face as you made your way to the bus stop. There, under the sputtering light, a man sat hunched over his phone, his posture rigid with a mix of anxiety and concentration. His eyes flicked up as you approached, and his face blanched in surprise. He shrank back, his body language a clear, involuntary reaction of fear.

Ignoring the man’s frightened retreat, you took a seat next to him. Your movements were deliberate but tense, each shift in position betraying your underlying agitation. You could feel your breath misting in the chill air, coming out in sharp, uneven puffs. The proximity of the stranger, combined with your heightened senses, only intensified the disquiet simmering just beneath the surface.

Your gaze darted to the dim street, searching for any sign of the figure who haunted you. The air around you crackled with an electric tension, thick and heavy with unspoken fears. As you tried to steady your breathing, you couldn’t ignore the closeness of the man beside you. His shift away, his slight tremble—everything about him seemed to resonate with the same uneasy energy you felt.

Every shift of his body, every subtle tremor in his hands, felt charged, almost as if the atmosphere itself was thickening with each breath you took. The warmth of your body contrasted sharply with the frigid night, creating a strange, almost unbearable tension in the confined space. You were painfully aware of the space between you shrinking, the physical closeness amplifying the electric current of anticipation and anxiety that danced between you.

In this eerie cocoon of light and shadow, your sense of isolation seemed to deepen. Each breath you took, each glance towards the darkened street, was a silent plea for the nightmare to end. The bus stop, once a beacon of hope, now felt like a stage set for your deepest fears. The atmosphere pulsed with a charged intensity, a constant reminder of the shadow you couldn’t escape.

The man’s gaze darted nervously between you and the dark street, his eyes wide and frantic. You followed his frantic glances, and your heart dropped like a stone. There he was, emerging from the shadows by the gnarled tree. His towering figure was shrouded in the deep, dark folds of his hoodie, but the cruel smirk curling his lips was unmistakable. He stood there, an immovable sentinel in the gloom, his eyes burning with a predatory satisfaction that sent icy shivers racing down your spine.

Every muscle in your body tensed as you tried to steady your racing heart. The bus’s headlights sliced through the darkness, a sudden, blinding beacon of hope. The man at the stop stiffened, his shoulders jerking up in a barely concealed attempt to escape the mounting tension. As he hurriedly climbed aboard, you felt a wild, desperate urge to follow him. Your fingers grazed the edge of your seat as you half-rose, eyes locked on the bus.

But as you glanced at the route map, the reality struck with a crushing weight. The bus veered off in a direction that had no relation to your destination. The hope that had sparked within you fizzled out, leaving behind a bleak, sinking feeling. Your shoulders slumped, and you sank back into your seat, feeling the oppressive weight of the predator’s gaze grow even more intense.

The bus and the man vanished into the night, and the oppressive stillness of the bus stop seemed to close in on you. Every breath you took was laden with the heavy, electric tension of the moment. The distance between you and the shadowy figure by the tree felt charged with an almost unbearable energy, the air between you thick with an unspoken, menacing promise. The flickering light above did little to dispel the darkness, only deepening the palpable, charged atmosphere around you.

Your stalker began moving again, his strides quick and deliberate, each step a steady, relentless approach. His eyes were locked onto you with an unwavering intensity, and the weight of his gaze felt like a physical force pushing against your back. Panic exploded inside you, and you took off, sprinting down the deserted street. Your bag slipped from your shoulder, hitting the pavement with a hollow thud, but you couldn’t afford to stop. You zigzagged through alleyways, taking sharp turns in a desperate bid to lose him, but his footsteps echoed behind you, a constant, menacing reminder of his pursuit.

Your breath came in ragged gasps, each inhale sharp and desperate. Your legs burned, and every corner you rounded seemed to bring you closer to the edge of collapse. The alleyways were a labyrinth of shadows, but no matter how many turns you took, his presence remained unnervingly close, like a dark cloud stalking your every move.

At last, you had hidden yourself in the corner, your breath coming in harsh, frantic bursts. You pressed yourself against a cold, unforgiving wall, the rough brick scraping your back as you tried to steady your pounding heart. You could hear his footsteps growing louder, each step a slow, deliberate march that amplified the tension between you.

Suddenly, he emerged from the dim light, his imposing figure cutting through the shadows. He moved with a sinuous, almost predatory grace, his presence overwhelming and oppressive. His gaze locked onto you with a fierce intensity, and his smirk deepened, curling in a way that sent shivers down your spine. The shadow he cast was long and menacing, a stark contrast to the flickering, uncertain light around you. His body language exuded both menace and allure, his movements calculated and deliberate, every gesture charged with a dark, magnetic energy that made your pulse race.

You could feel the electric tension between you, a heavy, almost unbearable force that seemed to crackle in the air. The closeness of his presence, combined with the desperation in your own movements, created an almost suffocating intimacy in the dark alley, where every breath felt like a shared secret, fraught with fear and an unsettling, unspoken attraction.

He stepped forward, his body pressing you against the wall with a commanding, almost bruising presence. Your breath hitched as his warmth enveloped you, his breath tickling your neck with a mixture of danger and intimacy. His arms encircled you, the grip tight and possessive, each muscle in his body a solid, unyielding force pressed against your back.

Your heart pounded in your chest, every beat a frantic reminder of the closeness and the overwhelming sensation of his body against yours. His chest was hard and powerful, its heat searing through the thin fabric of your clothes. You could feel every movement of his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest a relentless rhythm that seemed to synchronize with your own erratic breaths.

“Who are you?” you managed to gasp, your voice trembling as you tried to keep the fear out of your tone. “Please, just let me go.”

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear with a chilling, intimate touch. The contact sent shivers down your spine, a mix of terror and something else, something unsettlingly intimate. "I’m Jeon Jungkook," he murmured, his voice a soft, seductive purr that dripped with both menace and allure. "I’ve waited too long for this. I never imagined it would be like this, but they know about you, sweetheart. You need to come with me. I need you alive to survive." His enemies are already hunting you, aware that you’re his only weakness. To get to him, they won’t hesitate to hurt you.

The way he spoke was a blend of dark promise and seductive control, each word an echo of his twisted obsession. His breath was hot against your ear, mingling with the icy fear that clung to your skin. The tension between you was a living, palpable thing, charged with an almost unbearable intensity. Every shift of his body against yours, every brush of his lips, made the air feel thick and electric, a constant reminder of the dangerous allure he wielded.

The name hit you like a freezing wave—Jungkook, the feared mafia boss. Your eyes widened in terror, and a fresh wave of panic surged through you. You could feel your heart hammering wildly in your chest, each beat a frantic reminder of your peril.

He continued speaking, his voice a dark, smooth purr that seemed to graze your skin with every word. “I’ve watched you from afar, admired you. You’re mine now.” His arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer until every inch of your body was pressed against his. “I protect what’s mine with everything I have, and you—” He emphasized his claim by drawing you even tighter against his chest, his breath hot and heavy on your neck, “—you’re my most treasured possession.”

His words dripped with a dark, possessive certainty, each syllable wrapped in a shrouded promise. The heat of his body was overwhelming, a searing pressure that seemed to suffocate the space between you. His breath mixed with yours, creating a taut, almost unbearable intimacy that seemed to charge the air around you.

You tried to plead again, your voice cracking with raw desperation. “Please, let me go.”

His grip remained unyielding, his touch more possessive, almost claiming. “I can’t do that. You’re mine and in danger.” His voice was low, unwavering, and the intensity of his gaze burned into you. “And I protect what’s mine fiercely.”

The closeness of his body, the firmness of his hold, and the relentless, smoldering intensity in his eyes created a charged atmosphere, an almost tangible heat that enveloped you. The air felt thick with the electric tension of his possessive touch, and every movement, every breath shared between you seemed to amplify the dark, unsettling allure of his presence.

His hands roamed over you with an unsettling familiarity, every touch a mix of thrill and terror. His fingers traced possessive paths along your sides, pressing and squeezing with a dominance that was both commanding and unnerving. Each caress seemed to linger longer than necessary, igniting a shiver that ran the length of your spine.

The night seemed to close in around you, the shadows stretching and distorting as if drawn into the gravity of his embrace. The flickering streetlight cast fleeting patterns across your faces, making his features appear both menacing and alluring. His grip tightened, drawing you impossibly closer until your bodies were pressed together, every muscle and curve aligned in an intimate, inescapable closeness.

The tension between you was a live wire, sparking and crackling with an intensity that left you breathless and trembling. His breathing was a warm, steady rhythm against your ear, the sound creating a stifling cocoon of heat around you. The cold of the night was a stark contrast to the searing heat of his touch, making the air between you feel electric and charged.

In the eerie stillness, surrounded by encroaching darkness and the biting chill, you were trapped in his embrace, caught between fear and a dark, undeniable attraction. The oppressive force of his hold was a constant reminder of your helplessness, leaving you tangled in a web of sensation and emotion you couldn’t fully grasp or escape.

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