Cold (J-Hope, You) Scenario

Cold (J-Hope, You) Scenario

Inspired by the song: Back to December by Taylor Swift

“Hi.” That was the only word I could muster the moment I saw him. After months of not seeing each other nor getting in touch through calls or text, all I came up with was a single “hi” when I knew I should’ve said more. I stood there on the balcony, away from the crowded room of my best friend’s house which has been turned into a celebrity pad. Musicians, singers, and producers were everywhere, celebrating Mina’s first award. Being the good friend that I am, I had to be there to support her. Even though I barely got any sleep from last night and barely had any rest since I had a packed schedule of recording and producing with two artists that morning which went on throughout the whole afternoon. A loud yell followed by laughters sounded from inside and I figured more guests have arrived. It was late in the afternoon and I watched the sky turn from orange to light pink…to a dark shade of violet. Bringing the cup to my lips, I drank whatever’s left of my Coke. I needed all the sugar to keep me awake. “Y/N?” Licking my lips, I turned at the sound of my name then felt my heart stop when I saw who it was. He was wearing a gray sweater over a white collared shirt; paired up with black knee length shorts and white sneaks. His hair color has changed to its natural state and has grown longer since the last time I’ve seen him. Jung Hoseok, my mind processed and a thousand words were tied up with that name; each of them pushing at each other, fighting to be said first. “Hi…” I croaked instead, losing my voice all of a sudden as I watched him go out of the balcony to stand beside me by the rail. I thought of how pathetic I was, not even having the courage to say his name. “What are you doing out here?” He asked as he took a sip from his cup. I gave him a small smile before turning towards to the side to grip the rail, forcing my racing heart to calm down. “It was a little too crowded for me.” “That’s a funny excuse for someone who goes to concerts, award shows, and music festivals for a living.” He snickered and I sighed, not wanting to turn to him and see the smile I was sure was plastered on his beautiful face. “I’ve been making a lot of lame excuses lately.” I murmured and the air suddenly grew still. I sneaked a glance at him and saw that he was staring out at the city, a hand in his left pocket. “Yeah?” He muttered and I paused, wanting to say yes but too embarrassed to admit it. For the truth was, everything had gone downhill the moment it became over between us. And as the awkwardness threatened to seep through our conversation, I knew for sure that nothing has ever been right the day I pushed Jung Hoseok out of my life.

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Persephone (Namjoon x Reader)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 18.3k

Warnings: Yandere, Stalking, Obsession, Non-Consensual Touching, Kidnapping, Blood, Violence, Massacre, Organized Crime, Trafficking, Hard Manipulation

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

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Preview: That night was when the first rose arrived. After he had left you with a knowing look and your confused brother at the front door, abandoned for the night, you went to bed. When you entered the small bedroom you froze. Settled in the middle of your comforter was a single burgundy rose, the petals immediately taking you back to that night in the basement. They were a dead ringer for the shade of blood, bile burned in your throat as you spun away from the sight. You could swear you were going to vomit, you fucking hated red. Anger was burning through your veins as you flung your window open, violently ripping the crimson petals from the stem and throwing them out the window.

The entire room was stark white, the lights so bright they reflected off the sterile surfaces, blinding you. Your hands trembled beyond control as your head twitched and jerked sporadically. Something was wrong but you couldn’t pin down exactly what it was, it was on the tip of your tongue, the thought dwelling in the back of your head, so close yet so far out of reach. The silence in the room was deafening, setting you on the edge of your seat as you gently began to tap the tips of your fingers against the barren table top. You could feel their eyes on you, drilling into your back and scanning every inch of your curled form. They needed you. You didn’t know why they left you there, alone amidst your thoughts and the static silence that aggravated you. They needed you, that much you were sure of.

A metal slot in the wall screeched open, slicing through the quiet air. On a little tray there were scraps of paper and a sealed pack of markers. Instantly your trembling hands snatched the markers from the tray and violently ripped the packaging open, the tubes spilling out and rolling down the table. Automatically you reached for the red cap and yanked it off, quickly scribbling the pigment onto the piece of paper with no rhyme or reason. Soft clicks disturbed the silence again, cap after cap being removed and replaced, removed and replaced in a steady rhythm. The sheet of paper was decorated in swirls of purple, slashes of red, and soft pulls of blue uniting into a composition only you could comprehend at the moment.

You could still feel them watching you, their presence never left you. Your right hand reached out once again for the next color, hesitating as you heard the steel door slowly begin to creep open. One of them had finally decided to come and visit. Your hand clamped down on the green marker and swiftly uncapped it, pressing it harshly into the paper and making quick strokes. He closed the door, in what he assumed to be a gentle manner, but every noise made in the room echoed in a disharmonic likeness. You tried your best to ignore him, eyes burning as they refused to blink until you finished your work. You only stilled when he pulled the chair out beside you, it screeched in an ungodly tone and he sat down; slinging his arm around the back of your chair. He was almost unbearably warm, alerting you to how cold the room truly was. The silence that passed between the two of you was uncomfortable, another brand of quiet you were accustomed to.

“Will you show me what you saw?” He whispered, the tone of his voice deep in his chest as he leaned close. His warmth seeped into your side forcing you to stand up and the chair to screech back. You swept the papers and the tray from the table, their clattering piercing your ears as you snatched another marker. As soon as it was uncapped your hand flew to the blank surface of the table, violently sketching out what you had seen the night before. 

Blue, black, and red.

Blue and black.

Black, more black.

Red and black. 

Red.

Red.

Red.

And more red.

Your breath came in harsh pants, tears blurring your vision as you forced yourself to keep scribbling down what you had witnessed. Red, red, red, and more red. The silence was deafening and his breaths cacophonous. Red, red, red and more red. Your head was hurting and your heart pounding against your ribs, trying to break free. Red, red ,red, and more red. Their screams still echoed in your mind. Red, red, red, and more red. The gunshots still rang in your ears and the glass still sliced your skin.

They were all dead.

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Artificially Inclined - Pt 1

Title: Artificially Inclined (A.I.) Word Count: 3K Rating: M Genre: Android AU, Assassin AU, Scifi, Romance (smut), Drama, Thriller  Warnings: Disability Discrimination Pairings: Maknae Line x Reader (Primarily Jungkook x Reader)    Pairings (in this chapter):  Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You took Jungkook on as a project, something to help you pass the time in your exile. How could you have known that he would become such a big part of your life? That he would see you as his entire reason for existence, and the only method for his survival. When an outsider, V, is forced into your life, after learning of the secret that keeps you hidden away, relationships shift and tension grows high. After all, how can you expect Jungkook to share your attention when he’s held it for so long?

What to expect from this series: plot heavy, substantial side of smut (starting in pt 2), slow decent to yandere character(s), JK predominate in the first couple of chapters but Taehyung and Jimin will show up later along with the other members throughout the story. 

A/N: For those who haven’t read my work before I write text based conversation like this: …Text… It’s going to come up a lot in this story, intermixed with regular conversation so it makes it easier to have the visual difference.   

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Chapter 1 : Initial Defect

4 years ago

12:00 pm November 6th,  2050

Interview log (Compiled by Head of A.I. Research Dr. Lee, in Seoul Laboratory)

“Due to the nature of the interviewee’s… disability this interview for the archive records, will be separated into two parts, consisting of both audio and written format.”

“Hello Miss (L/N). I am Dr. Lee, I just need to ask you a few questions, please answer them to the best of your ability. State for… forgive me, write for the record you full name, age, and the nature of your impairment.”

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part two / three / four / five.

10 Seconds (Jungkook x Reader)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 6.9k

Warnings: Yandere, Stalking, Obsession, Vomit, Non-Consensual touching, Kidnapping, Assault

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

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Preview:  He was terrifying. This man was terrifying because he was the iconic image of a monster. The scary man all in black, hiding out in the shadows waiting to pounce on his innocent prey. When he had grabbed you before, you had noticed just how tall and built he actually was. There was no way you could have the upper hand over him. This man would win in every single scenario you could imagine, there would be no fighting him off, no surprising him with an attack. If anything, it would be like Little Red Riding Hood trying to eat the big bad wolf: a joke.

A/N: Hello! This is my second fic I have ever posted to this blog! As you can see, I have an ironic obsession with yanderes! I hope you enjoy this one and I look forward to seeing you in the comments!

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It was late at night, that was your first mistake. Your friends had warned you time and time again, stop studying at the library so late and stop walking around campus alone at night. But, you couldn’t help it. The semester was ending and that meant that projects and papers were a stressful commonality. Due dates were constantly running through your mind, paired with the unwillingness to actually do any of the work. So, like any other college student, you wound up having many late nights in the library with breakdowns over having procrastinated for so long.

The area your campus was in was not necessarily a bad place, you were just rather close to the city which was always something to be wary of. Campus security was not the best it could be either, they claimed to be on constant patrol but in actuality it was rather rare to see them out past ten thirty. You had heard stories of people being mugged at dark street corners and held up in alleys, but like everyone else you always thought, “That’ll never happen to me.”

You were very wrong.

Your second mistake was neglecting to bring a charger with you. Your phone’s battery was dropping and fast. Staring down at your screen revealed the glowing number “26” looking back at you. In your defense, you didn’t think that you would be on campus this late today, that was of course until you found out that the deadline for your Euro History paper was due that night by midnight. Any other professor may have been lenient with you and given you an extension, but not this one, no. Putting it lightly, he was a huge asshole.

And the biggest mistake of all, you had absolutely nothing to defend yourself with. But, at the end of the day, this happened because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. All the conditions were perfect for what was about to happen to you. It was dark, it was quiet, and you were in the parking garage. For a campus that was operating in 2020, it severely lacked in the security department. There were no cameras, and there were not any campus security officers in the ramp. You were utterly alone, and ripe for the taking.

You had been warned, don’t walk alone in the dark late at night. But, nothing bad would ever happen to you, would it? All it took was ten seconds.

One, he began to approach you from behind.

Two, his footsteps were fast and light, practiced in their pace.

Three, you were within grabbing distance.

Four, he wrapped his arms around your chest and lifted.

Five, you struggle violently and open your mouth to scream.

Six, his gloved hand covers your mouth tightly, muffling your cries.

Seven, he slams your head into the side of your car.

Eight, he strikes again, harder.

Nine, he forces you into his waiting car.

Ten, you’re his now.

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The Garden Thief (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Word Count: 9.3K Genre: Hybrid AU, romance/drama/comedy, enemies to lovers Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral sex (fem. rec.), they get down and dirty outside but no one else is there to see them, cum play? (just a little), there’s also a bit of mud (sorry, but also not sorry, they’re outside what do you want from me?!?!), referenced hybrid neglect and oppression (hybrids are wrongfully deemed as pets by law and the majority of society).  

Summary: Your beloved vegetable patch has once again been victimized by a hungry thief in the night. The prime suspect? Jeon Jungkook, your neighbour’s rabbit hybrid. But when you finally confront him, he pleads innocent, and proposes a plan to clear his name.

A/N: I wrote this fic’s premise and opening scene for the ‘A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words Game’ that I played oh so long ago and now I’ve finally finished the tale!

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“Oh for fuck’s sake, not again!” You swear upon seeing the leafy green remains of several carrots lying in your garden, inches from where they used to be buried. This maddening mystery of the vanishing vegetables has been playing out all summer. You’ve set out deterrents for every possible garden pest, rolling out chicken wire and spraying natural remedies to repel anything from bugs to small rodents. Yet you still wake to find that your garden has been robbed in the night. The only possible suspect you haven’t been able to protect against resides just next door, in fact—

You squint up at the boarded fence, spotting a pair of long dark ears peeking out over the posts. “Jungkook, is that you?”

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01 | robot!jungkook

→ summary: he knows he’s not supposed to listen and yet, he does.  → genre: implicit smut, robot!au → warnings: masturbation, robot voyeurism? → words: 558 → a/n: if you ever think “man, op is truly depraved” then yes, you are absolutely right and i hate myself!! (also this is semi-based on detroit: become human because connor is my baby)

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at first, he thinks he must have misheard it.

it is a quiet noise, almost imperceptible in the way most sighs should sound. his head finally turns from washing the dishes when he hears it another two, three times. his grip on the plates loosen, and the LED ring by his temples glows yellow in alarm.

with the care of someone not quite human, jungkook manages to slip the rubber gloves off his fingers without much noise. he shuts the faucet off, and the absence of the running water makes the room almost ghostly quiet. he trains his ears harder, searching for that sound again.

if he could breath, he is sure he would be holding it.

jungkook takes his first step away from the sink, placing his foot soundlessly where he knew the floorboards would not groan. he makes quick work of the distance between the kitchen and your bedroom, and soon enough he was easily pressing his ear against your door. he gently places his hand on the doorknob, but he does not turn it—not yet. he waits to listen for the sound again.

“ah…” the sound is louder now that jungkook’s technologically advanced ears are only feet away from the source, and it is with wide eyes that he finally connects the dots as to what you could be doing to make you sing so devilishly—

“ah,” he sighs in tandem with you, and his grip on the doorknob tightens until he feels his fingers leave indents on the metal. “ah.”

he should leave you, and he knows this all too well. privacy is a currency that rarely offered itself to you, and yet he lingers. he wants to stay, to listen.

the LED ring by his temples glows red, and jungkook feels his biocomponents stirring. it’s an odd feeling; it’s alien. no, not quite. this feeling… it’s human—

his systems are yelling at him now, and he thinks he hears sirens going off inside his head. this isn’t right. these feelings are not part of what he is, nor what he will or can be. you will feel embarrassed for sure, or perhaps you would ask him to join—

these thoughts come to a standstill, almost painfully abrupt, when the next few words spill from your lips.

“jungkook…”

his grip turns deathly, and jungkook’s mouth parts in surprise. had you heard him? it simply is not possible; you wouldn’t be able to notice him, even if you hadn’t been preoccupied in the first place. he is sure that he hasn’t been caught. but he waits, his body rigid like a statue as he waits for you to reprimand him, punish him.

it doesn’t come.

“jungkook… oh god…” you continue, your groans growing breathier and higher pitched as you approached your inevitable high. “please…”

please.

it is as if the word brings his mind back to his body, and he jerks himself noisily away from the door. his hasty actions almost knocks the coffee table off its feet, and he hurriedly makes his way back to the kitchen—where he’s supposed to be. it is a miracle (or is it?) that you are not stirred by his racket.

and when you exit the bedroom thirty minutes later, looking fresh and dewy and just so fucking gorgeous—jungkook has just finished wiping the last drop off your plate.