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Set Me Free 9 | myg
❥❥ Pairing: yoongi x reader
❥❥ Genre: arranged marriage au, angst, fluff, smut
❥❥ Summary: Growing up as the sole heiress to your father’s fortune wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. In desperate need to escape your home life, you enter into an unexpected arrangement with the infamous Min Yoongi. Will the both of you be able to find freedom, happiness and possibly love?
❥❥ Chapter Title: Interlude: Set Me Free
❥❥ Word Count: 11.3k
❥❥ Chapter Warnings: cursing, mentions of scars, mentions of toxic parents, oral sex (male and female receiving), breast play, lots of making out, emotional sex, unprotected penetrative sex (she is on birth control, but still), multiple orgasms, creampie.
❥❥ Author’s Note: Hi friends :) I’m finally back with another chapter of Set Me Free. This chapter is a pretty special one to me because in some ways it’s the turning point of this series. Although it’s a pretty light chapter, it has a lot of significance behind it. As mentioned before, the inspiration behind this series is the 9th track of D-2, which is titled “Interlude: Set Me Free”. Just like the 9th track, this 9th chapter focuses a lot on this theme. Additionally, some of the inspiration for this comes from one of my favourite novels, The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. I hope you enjoy and as always, please please please let me know what you think. As silly as it sounds, it keeps me motivated to write more. Thank you for the support!
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There is a fine line between survival and suffocation. This distinction is never more apparent than it is in the life of a butterfly. Under the right conditions, it’s able to thrive, breaking free from its chrysalis, transforming into something wonderful. But restrict it, and life for the creature becomes all too suffocating.
This phenomenon was not unlike the life of a heiress at times.
The lap of luxury was a fickle friend, allowing some to prosper, while others weren’t as fortunate. For some, being part of the upper-class society meant that they were constantly under the watchful eyes of the world — as well as each other. Every move was carefully scrutinized, to the point where even breathing felt like a chore. Each intake of air felt inadequate, fighting to fill your lungs, failing to permeate throughout your bloodstream. Never enough to truly feel alive.
This was a feeling you knew all too well. Perched upon this precarious pedestal since birth, everything around you hung in a delicate balance. Under these circumstances, the difference between survival and suffocation often became a nightmarish blur.
But you would have chosen this nightmare any day over your own unfortunate reality.
While the rest of Seoul’s elite were butterflies bound to their glass houses, you sat cast aside, entirely on your own.
You were a butterfly in a bell jar.
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