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“Why are you so angry? Weddings are meant to be the happiest day of your life”

Was working on this fanart of a Hades and Persephone inspired au but wasn’t really feeling the direction of the piece by the time I was done with Rayman, so have a half finished drawing till I do a fresh take on this

Reflux’s look needs tweaking but I’m very happy at how pretty Rayman looks here. Also if you understand flower language, you can probably guess that this au is taking inspiration more from the traditional form of the myth then the modern interpretation (but less graphic)

Had a dream and now yall deal with the result

In said dream Quackity and Sam make a huge mistake. They tell Ranboo to stay away from the Vault(since Techno is there now) or else. But during one of his EnderWalk strolls he gets near the Vault and Sam follows through on his threat. Sam kills Michael, under Quackity’s orders. Last thing I remember before I woke up was Ranboo’s face, massive split open mouth, glowing eyes, and his claws swing at Sam’s face.

Hmm, AU ideas

enko girl angst animatic || ninjago oc x cc

I heard this song off of tiktok at first and instantly thought about my ninjago oc(shiro) & lloyd and i had an idea of making this angst animatic of them—

I had to make a separate au for it but- In short- Shiro dies and Lloyd is having a really hard time grieving. I might make a small angst fanfic of them because of this.

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i hate this stupid fucking app with a passion

My Soldier - Min Yoongi (M)

— pairing | Min Yoongi /Reader — word c | 4,183 — genre | Soldier/Army au!, Non idol au! Smut, lightly angst. — summary | The boy you’ve always loved goes into the army to fulfill his mandatory years. You have little contact and you feel destroyed whenever you see something about the soldiers’ fight. One day, after school, someone knocks on your door and you take a surprise. — warnings/tags | Some bad words, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe!). 

Day one thousand and three. There are 1003 days that Yoongi joined the army and left me here without a course. I do not even know how I'm enduring how much I miss him. Maybe the nights I'm crying over are helping me with this, but it's already becoming unbearable to live without him by my side. Yoongi and I met when we were kids, our parents were friends and he's three years older than me, so he was my guardian at school until he graduated and started college.

But then he made the choice to stop his studies at the college in order to enlist in the army. Which was a bomb to all those who were close to him. But it was a bomb mainly for me, because I learned to be dependent on Yoongi for everything. He would take me to school, pick me up after gymnastics practice, we would go out together, he would take me everywhere and always scare the boys who wanted a chance with me saying that I was his and that none of them would ever touch me. We were both very intimate, so it was with him that I lost my virginity, it was not something planned, it was at random, in the same year he left.

As we were both very close, I never knew if what I felt for him was the love of a friend, or if it was really love between two people. But that changed when he told me he would join the Marines. It was on this day that I knew that I really loved him as a man and not as a friend. In the thrill of the moment, to know that he was leaving soon, I ended up confessing to him. And I cried like a child who had lost his parents.

Yoongi pulled me into a hug as I teared up in tears. He stroked my hair, pressing me against his body, trying to comfort me.

“Please darling, don’t cry. I don’t want you to cry, you know how I hate when you cry.” He said softly, pulling my hair away from my face, holding my chin and directing my gaze at him. “Everything will be fine, I promise.”

"Why are you doing this?" My voice broke in the middle of the sentence, and he frowned, looking away from me, to look at my hair between his fingers. "You had already been dismissed because of college, why did you decided to enlist?"

“I just don’t think it's right, (Y/N). So many guys are out there helping to save lives, protecting people and I'm here, studying music.”

"Music can also save lives."

"Yes, but not the way a soldier can."

"Please, don’t go." I burst into tears again, stuffing my face into his chest, making him hold me tight and put his face in my hair, kissing the top of my head several times, stroking my arms.

"It's okay, baby. Look, when I get back, we'll be able to talk about it and laugh at the whole situation, I promise. I promise to come back to you.”

He said that when he returned, we would talk about what we felt for each other. He also said that he would call me whenever he could, and he would send news. Which obviously did not happen often. We talked more by letters, every week he sent me one and the next day that I had received, I ran to the post office and sent another to him.

We talked twice over the phone, he asked me how things were going here, I cried a little more and we hung up. A month later we also talked about videoconferencing, where he asked the same questions, I gave the same answers and then cried again. Seven months ago I received a letter. In it he told how things were in Afghanistan. Not good. He said he lost comrades and that many others were injured. He apologized for not communicating so often because he was in the midst of critical situations. He said he missed me and that he would talk to me again soon. And I'm waiting until today.

From time to time, Yara, Seokjin's girlfriend, one of Yoongi's friends who is also in the army, calls me to meet and talk about the old days. She says it helps in waiting for Seokjin's return, but I do not think so. The more I talk about Yoongi, the stronger is the desire to see him and stronger is my desire to return to cry, but the fact is I don’t want to cry. I can’t cry anymore, I can’t stand to cry any more. I swear if I don’t get new news from Yoongi, proving that he’s okay, I'll go crazy. This is the part that disturbs me and does not let me sleep at night. The fear I have of him getting hurt badly or even dying is something that haunts me every night. So I always pray before bed and after waking up. I always ask God to protect him and I really hope he hears my prayers.

Today is my birthday. And I'm not happy about it. I'm not happy at all, because it just shows me that it's been two years and many days since I last saw him. I do not want to celebrate. My mother begged me to throw a party, even if it was just a meeting for friends, but I denied it. I'm not in the mood for parties. At least not anymore.

When I got to school, at the gate I met Suran, my best friend. As always, she smiled at me and we walked together to the lockers. She doesn’t even ask if I'm okay anymore, because she already knows the answer I’ll give.

"So, are you really not going to have a party?" She asked as I pulled out my philosophy book from the cupboard. I shook my head in denial.

“I’m not in the mood for parties or any kind of socialization with people who flatter me in front of me and stab me in the back, like half of this school does.”

“Oh, come on (Y/N), so let's go out, have fun. It is not every day that someone celebrates their birthday.” She said in a steady voice. She was always trying to get me into the party, but I do not think I can leave the house after school. "You didn’t party last year, either.”

“That's why I remember well the disaster at the party the year before. I remember that I had a hard time all night and still cried for a few more hours because of Yoongi.” I closed the locker and turned to the hallway while she did the same.

“You have to live your life, Yoongi would not like to know that you're depressed like that.”

"I don’t care, Suran." I grunted as we climbed the stairs to the second floor. "I have nothing to celebrate, so please, enough of that. My parents have pissed me off for the whole month."

"Okay." She said with a sigh of defeat and so we continued until the first class of the day that was history. Our subject? Second World War. Sometimes I wanted to be able to forget Yoongi, so that all the pain and fear would go away, but the things around me did not help me much.

When we got to class, we sat down, just after the other students entered, Mr. Padd entered the room and put his briefcase on his desk as he did every day. Mr. Padd was 45 and married. He had black hair and eyes of the same color and was a very handsome guy for someone of that age. He was one of the best teachers the school had. He taught Yoongi while he was studying here and had already sent him several times out of the room since Yoongi always liked to be the joker. From the table in the back of the room, where I sat, I could see him perfectly as he write the date on the blackboard.

"Good morning students!" He said receiving a reply from everyone in the room. "Well, I want to remind you today that next week we will have a test only on the Holocaust. Then I suggest you study hard."

"That's not even that difficult, Professor." Caleb, one of the nerd students in the room said. "Anyone can get a good grade."

"Anyone who studies, Caleb, don’t forget ... Well, before we talk about the matter of class, how about we take a commentary on world news that are circulating out there. Somebody saw something interesting that wanted to share?"

"Besides the fact that they're trying to create a robot with a human mind, no."

“Has anyone heard of the success of the peacekeeping missions in Afghanistan?” I immediately lifted my head at the words. I usually did not watch television so I never really knew much about this news. "Despite the losses of soldiers, everything is going well ..."

Oh no! Loss of Soldiers. Yoongi is a soldier. I may have lost Yoongi and I do not even know.

Suddenly, my heart sank into my chest and my breathing became hard to control. Suran who was next to me looked at me startled but not surprised. I've had panic attacks other times, so she always knew what to do. She took my hand and gave me a comforting smile, then turned to the teacher who was talking about something, but I couldn’t understand the words and did not even connect them to make his sentence make sense.

"Mr. Padd, (Y/N) is not feeling well, can we go to the infirmary?" She stood up and stood beside me, running her hand through my hair.

"What are you feeling, (Y/N)?" He approached worriedly as I felt the eyes of everyone in the room on me, the weird girl with a panic attack.

"You touched on a sensitive subject." He seemed to understand, then indicated the door, giving us permission to withdraw. Minutes later we were in the ladies' room. She leaned against the wall and I with my hands soaked with water on my face.

“(Y/N), this is not right! You are not well. You need to go to a psychiatrist”

“I don’t need appointments with psychiatrists. I'm not going crazy. I just need Yoongi! Is it so hard to understand, Suran?” I raised my voice more than I should, but I could not control myself. “I don’t want a fucking birthday party, I don’t want to go out and enjoy my fucking life. I want Yoongi. Alive. With me!

“(Y/N), I know it's hard ...”

“No! You don’t” I yelled, slamming my hand on the sink counter. "The man you love is here with you! Yoongi is in the middle of a war where he can be killed at any moment.” And my tears of pain and despair began to fall. "And I can’t stop thinking about it.I can’t stop thinking that I can’t protect him. I just want him back. I just want him to come back home, Suran.” And seconds later she was hugging me, comforting me once again while I cried and called desperately for him. I lost count of how many times she did it for me. I remember several times when she and her boyfriend stopped going out to stay with me while I had my anger attacks and started screaming and breaking everything. I do not even remember how many times I felt like I was going to explode in tiny pieces if Yoongi did not come back soon.

So, this is love? It is like this? Does it make you corrode inside, then make you explode and lose your head as if nothing else matters? So that's what I feel. That's what I feel for Yoongi.

As soon as I got home, I went straight up to my room, threw my backpack on the floor, and started taking off my clothes. I went straight to the bathroom and turned on the shower to take my shower. I would be home alone today, at least until nine or ten at night. It was Friday, and my parents would be arriving later. I would have the rest of the day to stay home and do whatever I wanted, but the only thing I would do was lie in bed and think.

Just past five-thirty in the afternoon, I got up and went down to the kitchen, making a quick sandwich for me. And before I take the first bite, I hear the bell ring. I found it strange because I was not expecting any visitors, and no one would come to my house unannounced. I got up from the counter, clapping my palms and removing the crumbs.

I went to the front door and without even peering to know who it was, I opened the door, I was startled to see who it was and froze in place. My heart stopped for a few seconds and it hit me again quickly, making the blood flow increase, irrigating my muscles, causing me to finally have a reaction and run towards the one who was standing at my door, hopping desperately in his lap.

It was Yoongi. The black-haired man with small eyes that I loved so much was right there in front of me, smiling with that sincere and seductive smile he always had. His arms moved around me, lifting me from the floor and shoving his face into my neck as I tear myself apart for the thousandth time in a week, but this time the tears were for joy. Thank God! He is alive! He is fine! He is with me again. Thank, God!

"I missed you so much, my princess." It was only by listening to his voice that I really knew it was real. We stayed for long minutes like that. I sobbing softly and he stroking my hair. Until I sniffed and lifted my face, staring into his gleaming black eyes, almost seeing my reflection through them. Before I could think of something to say, Yoongi put me down and took his two bags, putting them in and closing the door behind him.

We stare at each other for long seconds. He wore brown boots, a camouflaged trousers, a white shirt, and a camouflage jacket over it. His black hair was short, but it made him extremely sexy, with the look of a serious man. Soon I was on top of him again, hugging him tight, but this time without crying. I knew I would not cry any more.

"When did you get here?" I asked in a voice muffled by his coat.

"Are you sure you want to talk about it now?" He asked raising my head and making me stare at him for long, long seconds. I recognized that look. It was that look he threw at me the first time he saw me naked. It was a look full of lust and malice. Born of desire to have something he needs. “I swear I'll tell you anything you want, (Y/N)! But I need to do something that I have been eager to do for a very, very long time.”

"And what is it?" My voice came out in a whisper. I closed my eyes as I felt his hand slide from my face to my neck, shuddering all that remained of base inside me, destroying everything at once.

"Make you mine again." I felt the hot breath touch my cheek and when I opened my eyes, there he was. Close to me. So close it made it easier when I stepped forward and kissed him with desire. The desire that was kept in me all this time he'd been away. His hands came down to my hips, giving me the impulse to intertwine my legs around his waist, lifting me off the floor. I brushed my nails through the back of his neck and bit his lip, hearing a moan coming from his mouth. Right after we were moving. I'm not sure how, but soon he was jamming me against the newly closed door of my room.

One of his hands held me underneath and the other grabbed the back of my neck, deepening the kiss. A few seconds later, his kisses down from my lips to my neck, causing me delicious chills to feel his wet lips touching me.

“I need to feel you.” He whispered and so took me to the bed, laying me on it and taking the jacket, and throwing it in a corner of the room. He opened my legs and slid into them, kissing me over the top of my shirt, and then he was biting my nipples. “Thank God you're not wearing a bra.” If I was not so excited, I would have laughed at the despair in his voice. “I remember well the first time we did this ... Are you still the way I remember?” I think his intention was that the phrase came out sweet but ended up showing more malice than innocence and chivalry.

"Take off my clothes and tell me you!" I whispered as I watched him look up from my breasts to my eyes. The Black burning with desire. The malicious grin appeared at the corner of his lips, making him extremely sexy and making me extremely aroused. His hands gripped my arms and lifted me, pulling my blouse up, leaving me with my naked chest. Soon his hands were wrapping my breasts gently as his used his thumbs to play with my nipples. I threw my head back as I remembered that Yoongi was simply boss in driving me crazy in every way. I let out a moan accompanied by a sigh as I felt his tongue caressing my left nipple. Fucking hell! I had forgotten how good it was.

“Lie on your stomach, Princess”. And once again, a phrase that should be sweet, came out of his mouth full of malice. I obeyed, turning and bending my hands on the bed as I felt his fingers caressing my back, making me shiver again, making me arch my back. His hands went down to my hip and stood for seconds on my butt before he squeezed and let out a moan. A few moments later, he pulled on my shorts, leaving me only in panties. "My impression, or are you wet down here?" He whispered on my ear as he stroked my clit over my panties. I groaned and turned my face. His lips touched mine and my desire was to turn around and grab him.

“It's not fair. You're still in your clothes.” I grunted and he quickly backed away, laughing, lifting and throwing his clothes away, impressing me with his speed. Soon he was kneeling on the mattress beside me, his hand caressing me over my panties. I bit my lip moaning again and with one hand I held his rigid limb, watching him sigh, pressing his fingers on me harder and moaning. I let my hand go up and down its length before I put it in my mouth, sucking it.

“God! (Y/N)! I almost forgot how good you are at this.” He spoke by increasing the speed of the circular motions in my clitoris. His free hand went up to my hair, pulling them off my face so he could see me better as I sucked him. “You look so beautiful with my dick in your mouth ... Yeah baby. Suck your dick. Show me how much you missed me.” While I sucked him, Yoongi pushed my panties off, touching the skin with his fingers, making my pussy throb, looking for more touch. “You fucked someone after me?"

"No!" I answered before putting his dick back in my mouth. I did not understand why that question, but it did not matter too much. When I sank his cock a little further into my throat, Yoongi fingered me, making me choke.

"So tight." He moaned with pleasure in his voice, moving his fingers in and out of me. “So hot. I can not wait to get in there again and kill my longing for you, my doll. Feel you again ...”

“So don’t wait anymore.” I whispered without restraining the pleasure of feeling he wanted to be with me. Inside me. "I'm ready for you, Yoongi. I have always been.”

I think this was what he needed to do what he had to do.

He knelt over me, leaving my legs together and so he passed the head of his cock through my pussy. I felt him penetrating me and I grabbed the sheets releasing a continuous moan until he filled me. Going deep. At the right point. It hurt, but it was so good. I missed so much to feel it inside me. My cunt throbbed around his cock. It took me a few seconds to get used to it inside, but I can’t say I did not like what I felt.

I could hear his sighs and low moans as he moved slowly back and forth. I interpreted this as if he was afraid to hurt me, but soon after the speed increased, which meant he was preparing me. Loud groans escaped my mouth before I could handle. Yoongi was big and went deep inside me, making every time he thrusted inside me, my cunt tightened around him.

“So fucking tight.” He whispered between his teeth, letting out a moan just after and pulling my butt back, prancing me. He grabbed the sides of my body, using it to pull me back as he went deeper and deeper into me, getting harder with each thrust, making my screams even louder. His hands began to caress my back and soon, his hands were on mine, holding them. Yoongi was leaning over me, giving me kisses by the back of his neck, and bites on his back as he began to thrust deep and hard, causing our moans to rise even higher. “God, (Y/N)! “ A hoarse groan left his throat making me smile.

A short time later, I was facing up, with him between my legs, clinging to me, continuing to fuck me. One of his hands was now between us and he was masturbating me, and the orgasm would not be long in coming.

“Let's do this together, baby” He gasped. "And that will prove we have a very strong connection, little one.” He whispered breathlessly. Oh damn! I was coming. I moaned loudly and began to feel the trembling in my legs starting, feeling a hot little pain focus on my belly as he fucked me deep. “Come on, baby. Come with me, come around that dick.”

And the moment he said that, I could not stand it and I let out a cry, uttering his name, with pleasure running through my body while my pussy throbbed, and he was still deep in me, as he cum inside me, moaning loudly.

Seconds later, his lips hit mine, kissing me gently as he slid to my side on the bed, pulling me to his chest that still rose and fell quickly. We stayed like that a long time, as he ran his fingers through my hair.

“I do not think we need to talk about what we feel about each other, right?” He asked after a few minutes. "What happened here already proves that I love you so much, (Y/N)!" He whispered caressing my hair. I smiled and squeezed him between my arms. “And I promise I will not leave you alone anymore.”

“But what about the army?”

"I've already fulfilled the obligatory years. If they call me again, I can choose to decline. And if you stay with me, I will refuse anything that wanted to keep me from you ”

He is here. He is here with me. We are together again.

"I love you, Yoongi." I whispered, giving him a light kiss on the lips. He smiled and ran his fingers over my cheek before pulling me back to his chest.

"I love you too, Baby. Oh, and happy birthday. Sorry, I did not bring any gifts.”

“You are my gift, Yoongi.”

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Ride Or Die - Chapter 5 (M)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader

— word c | 10,697

— genre | Mafia au!, angst , Smut.

— summary |  He seemed to have come out of a museum for being so handsome, it seemed to be that badboy coming straight from the teen movies, but as you go deep into his life, you realize he was not a badguy just to annoy his parentes. He was not a Badboy, but a BadMan. He sold drugs and his friends too. He commanded a dangerous, feared gang.And you fell madly in love with him, almost leaving your life and everyone you knew behind, to be with him..

— warnings/tags | Adult content, Violence, drugs, alcoholic beverages, explicit sex, low slang words.

— disclaimer | myself and this fic DOES NOT condone violence, abuse, use of drugs, alcohol or any kind of crimes. This is a fanfic, an alternative reality, I have no intention of offending anyone. If that makes you feel bad, please do not read. In this fanfic the character is not abusive to the reader, and remember, what Jungkook does in this fanfic is not what he does in real life. Myself or this fanfic does not have any type of connection with BTS, Jungkook or Bighit. Hope you like it.

Chapter song: Whore 

— Ride Or Die - Character Biography.

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You were now inside the truck that Hoseok had ‘loaned’ to you. It was a black Toyota pickup truck. It was quick and safe in case you needed a quick escape. You had just arrived at the address they had given you. You were a few meters ahead on the opposite side of a nightclub, on the rich side of town. You still had no idea what you were doing there, wondering every second whether it was really the right thing to do. And every time you thought accepting it was easier than denying that you would not be happy without Jungkook. They're not robbing, they're taking back what's theirs, this is not a crime, right? You thought.

“Is everything okay, baby?” Jungkook's voice drew your attention to the telephone that was on the active call and on the speaker phone right beside you. You took it and brought it to your mouth as you looked from side to side, seeing if the street was calm.

"It's all quiet around here. Without vehicles or pedestrians ...”

"I'm asking about you, my dear.” He laughed on the other side.

"Oh, yeah, I'm okay, I'm a little nervous, but I'm okay," You said, biting your lips. "Just be careful, okay? All of you.”

"Awn, she worries about us.” Taehyung's soft voice made you giggle. "After we finish this, we're going to a party ..."

"Fuck off, Taehyung, she's my girlfriend. " Jungkook yell.

"Don’t fight. There's (Y/N) for everyone." You joked.

“The hell it has.” Jungkook growled. "You're only mine and you know it."

"Get out of this situation without a scratch and I'll let you prove to me that I'm yours." You said biting your lip, looking back at the street.

“Eew!” Hoseok's voice said in disgust. " The noise you make at home is enough, you don’t have to keep talking about it loudly while we're here.”

"As if you did not jerk of while listening to their moans." Namjoon's voice said and soon after an "oof" was heard. "Why did you punch me you, psycho?"

"To see if you shut that mouth, you shit" Hoseok growled.

“We'll be there in less than two minutes, baby” He said. You shook your head and after you said goodbye, you hung up the phone, tossing it over the panel, as you sat back and tried to stay calm. This was crazy, Getaway driver? What were they? Dominic Toretto's team? And you would be who in that story? Letty? No (Y/N), dream lower, you are not even half as that woman is. You thought shaking your head.

You got out of your thoughts as soon as you saw them in the rearview mirror, the boys around the corner and walking quietly toward the pub. All very well tidy, still in their typical black clothes. You wondered if one day you would be able to see them using more vivid colors despite finding black a color extremely sensual, and that it looks very well on the silky, white skins of the boys, while their hair was tossed back in a way that made their faces show, almost an invitation for everyone to look and admire their beauties.

You still had no idea how you got in the middle of that group of extremely handsome mens and wondered why they were not  models or actors, people would pay dearly just to spend hours looking at those faces, especially for Jungkook. You examined it for a moment, Jeon had something about him that made people curious, the dark and intense look, sometimes empty but sometimes full of intentions that were difficult to decipher, the way he looked at you, as if he were analyzing you from head to toe, as if he reads every inch of your body, as if he could see through you. That look that attracted you whenever you saw each other, and that was in your mind whenever you were far away.

The way he walked was soft, sensual, inviting. Hell, everything about him was inviting, his eyes, his face, his hair, his muscular arms, his thick thighs, his scent, his voice. He seemed to have come out of a museum to be so perfectly designed, a work of art, a work of the gods. It was at times like this that you wondered why he had chosen you as his girlfriend, not that you were ugly, far from it, you were beautiful in your natural, in your own pattern of beauty, but he, he should be out of anyone's reach.

Jungkook could feel your eyes on them and before entering the pub, he looked at the truck a few yards away across the street and smiled sending a wink to you who laughed. He was the one who drew attention the most with his hair thrown back, leaving those black eyes in evidence. You were totally in love with the darkness that covered them.

Okay, now i just must wait. You thought, leaning back in the seat.

As soon as the boys entered the pub, the first thing they looked at was the sides, seeing that the guards there just ignored their presence, as Jungkook had asked Roger to do. The boys immediately passed through the sea of people on the dance floor, heading for a dimly lit corridor that connected the bar to the back of the establishment where the office and security room were as well. As they approached the corridor, Jungkook signaled everyone to wear their masks over their mouths and noses so they would not have the danger of having any witnesses to recognizing them. Not that anyone who went to that place had enough courage to report anything, especially if the denunciation involved a Century guy. He held out his pistol that was hidden around his waist and Hoseok did the same while the other three stopped in front of the hallway, making it impossible for anyone to get in and out.

Walking down the dimly lit corridor, the two boys stopped in front of a door. Jeon just looked at Jung and kicked the door with all his might, causing it to open up and reveal two frightened men on the table right in front of them, where the monitors were with the security cameras. The two didn’t hesitate to wield their weapons and shoot the two security guards. So, they removed the cables from the computers and threw the cabinets on the floor, stepping on top of the CPU and destroying it. Soon they closed the door and walked back down the narrow corridor that led them to another door, where the owner's office was.

Hoseok knocked twice on the door and it was a girl who answered, he grabbed her by the arm, putting the gun on her face and warning her that if she screamed, he would kill her and from the look he gave her, she knew he was not kidding so she held her tears and nodded. The two of them entered the room and found the owner pulling up his pants, looking surprised and startled at the entrance of the two boys.

"Jeon, Jung, I did not think we'd see each other so soon." The man said with a yellow smile on his face, as he sat down in his chair. Hoseok pushed the girl into an armchair and ordered her to remain still as Jungkook approached the table and put his gun up there, aimed at the man who swallowed. “Is ... Is there any problem, Mr. Jeon?”

Jungkook hated when people called him that, he was not old, and even if it was a sign of respect, someone called him Mr. Jeon made him remember his father and he was not a big fan of him, but he knew he should let and even require people like that man to call him by his last name, because this way he showed who really was in charge. Jungkook sighed and let out an ironic laugh still staring at the man in front of him, as if wondering if he was being stupid to ask if he had any problems or if he really did not know what the problem was.

"You're sure you don’t know? I'll give you a tip. You bought 20 pounds straight from my hands, two months, but you still have not paid me. I'm here to get my merchandise back, and maybe one of your ears to remind you to listen the next time I give you a deadline to pay me." He said without taking his eyes from the man's eyes, as if he were his prey that night, a prey that was minutes away from being killed.

“I'm sorry, I swear I'll pay ...”

"I do not want your apologies or false promises, Shawn!" Jungkook shouted slamming his fist on the table. "I want my fucking goods back now, or I'll kill you."

"Please, Mr. Jeon, just give me a few more days ..."

"I gave you two months, I can’t let everyone think they can get over me without consequences. So, I think it's better that you give me my merchandise now or pay me. Or Jung, me and the Century will kill you and destroy this place.” He said and so the eyes of Shawn left Jungkook and stopped in Hoseok that now unlocked his weapon and put it in the head of the girl that whimpered in silence. "We going to start with her, it's my last warning."

"I can pay you, I have the money, I'll pay you. It's in the basement, I can get it for you."

"Take me there."

While Jungkook followed with Shawn to the deposit of the club, Hoseok stayed in the owner's room, sitting in an armchair, comfortable, with his eyes and gun pointed at the girl who was curled up in the armchair in front of him. She wore no pants, just a transparent black lace blouse showing that she wore no bra, and panties of the same color. She should be one of the dancers who worked there or some prostitute.

“You don’t have to kill me, I will not say anything to anyone.” The girl spoke and Hoseok did not move, analyzing her, before smiling.

"I know, but if your boss doesn’t pay mine, you're going to die anyway.”

"You don’t have to do that," she whimpered.

"You don’t tell me what to do." His smile left his face, and he sobered again. "Now shut up. I don’t want to have to kill you before the time." And so he began to look around the room.

"We can make a deal." The girl said, drawing his attention again, who looked at her with one eyebrow arched. "If you let me out of here, I can make you cum so good…”

"Cut this bullshit, there's only one girl that I want to fuck right now, and it sure is not you. Now shut up. I'm not going to ask you one more time.”

“But…”

Before the girl could finish the sentence, Hoseok moved the gun a little to the side and pulled the trigger, firing into the chair, the shot hitting right next to her head who screamed and cringed, crying desperately. He just rested the gun on his thigh, knowing that now she would be quiet and he could think peaceful.

Jungkook followed Shawn down the hall and entered the room behind the man, but the moment he stepped inside, a security guard came out from behind the door and hit Jungkook with a baseball bat on his face, causing him to sway and fall to the floor. The door was then closed and the owner locked it.

"I can’t let that happen." Shawn said and his security hit a kick in the chest of Jungkook that grunted with the pain but clenched the jaw, not opening his mouth. He kept thinking about what you had told him, that you didn’t want him to hurt anyone, but you wouldn’t mind if it was in self defense, right? The security man hit him with another kick, but this time in his chest, but the boy remained silent. She will understand. He thought. “I can’t let you take my money ..." And he stopped talking, seeing the smile that had appeared on Jeon's face. He glared at him, his eyes burning, while the smile passed the message of 'you're fucked in my hands'. When the man lifted his leg to hit another kick, Jeon turned on the floor, kicking the legs of the security guard, who fell on his back.

He stood up and advanced on the man, stepping hard on his throat, then hitting several kicks against the security guard's head, and when he tried to stand up, Jeon hit him with his foot in his stomach, and then his focus turned his head, and he continued to deliver the blows directed at the his head, until the man was unconscious and the blood flowing down the floor, around the body.

Shawn was shocked, paralyzed by the door. Throughout all this time, he had already heard rumors about how the leader of the Century could be violent, but he had never even imagined that he would blow someone's head off with just his feet.

Jungkook took a deep breath, drawing the scent of rust that came from the amount of blood being poured out from that man, breathing in the scent of death that was coming here. The security guard was not dead, but he would die soon. Jeon took a moment to look at his sneakers, blood splashed over it as his body still calmed down from the adrenaline rush that was released in his veins.

Shawn turned to the door, shoving the key and trying to open it, but with despair, turned the key in the lock to the wrong side and it broke. Panic gripped his body as he heard Jeon's laughter behind him.

"You locked yourself in a room with me?" Jeon asked in a low, menacing voice. And he started to go toward the man, but stopped moving as he heard to gunfire and screams coming from outside the door. “What did you do?” He growled toward the man, grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing him hard against the door.

“Your friends will die, and so will you." The pub owner replied, forcing himself not to let his voice break, but it made Jungkook's violent instinct spin inside him. The man's fear-filled voice only made him laugh with sarcasm.

“You're so screwed, man.”

You still had your head against the back of the seat, thinking about random things when you heard shouts making you jump, and look around looking for where those screams came from. You looked back, seeing dozens of people running out of the pub where the boys had come in. Your heart went to your stomach, feeling worried about what might be happening. That's when you saw three boys running among the people towards the car.

Taehyung was being carried by Namjoon and Yoongi while he groaned in pain and had his eyes closed tightly, his hands were on his thigh and when they approached a little more, you saw the blood seeping through his fingers. Your heart almost came out of your mouth, and you immediately turned the key in the ignition, turning on the car.

“Changing plans.” Yoongi said stopping at the driver's window, looking at you while Namjoon helped Taehyung into the backseat. "Take Taehyung to your house, call Jin on the way and leave him there, then come back and get us, we'll send a message with our location."

"What happened to him?" You asked turned back to see the boy.

"We don’t have time for questions, (Y/N)" Yoongi said sticking his arm through the window and pulling your shoulder, making you look at him. "You have to go now, go as fast as you can, he needs Jin's help. Go." And when you heard the back door slam and Yoongi released you, you accelerated the car.

You took a deep breath trying to keep your head clean and not thinking that Jungkook could be hurt, and that Taehyung was bleeding in the back seat. Passing through a hole in the asphalt, the boy screamed in pain, what made you loose a sigh and a tear fell from your eyes. You were desperate.

“Taehyung ...”

“I am fine.” He moaned, squeezing the wound, watching his blood go through his fingers. "I need something to make a tourniquet ..."

“Do you want my jacket?”

"Yes, please" he said in a sore voice. You managed to take off your jacket, alternating your arms at the wheel. You stretched your arm back, handing the garment over to him. “Fuck, fuck.” He moaned as he tied the jacket around the wound. You remembered to call Jin, picked up the phone and dialed the older man's number, leaving the phone on the speakerphone, on top of your thigh.

“(Y/N) ...”

“Jin, I need you to go to Jungkook's house. Taehyung is injured and I was asked to call you.” You said holding yourself to not break and let the despair take over your body, Taehyung needed you to stay focused to not end up causing an accident.

“I am going. How serious is the injury?”

"It's a bullet wound, I was hit just above the knee. I made a tourniquet.” Taehyung said weakly. Bullet wound ... He was shot. Jungkook ... That's what you thought when nearly drove the car off the track, and a sob came from your throat.

"I'm on my way, be quick (Y / N), please." Seokjin said and hung up the phone. Focus, (Y/N). You need to stay focused. You thought taking a deep breath. Going through red lights and slowing down only when needed cornering, you tried to leave your mind, vision and hearing focused just on the road to try not to hear the groans and grunts of pain that the boy behind let out. You never thought this could happen. You understood that the boys were a gang. You knew with that they would be involved with other things than the drugs they sold, but you tried not to think about their possibility, especially Jungkook, be involved with weapons, because weapons are tools of destruction, are utensils that bring pain and death, most of the time they are only in the hands of those who really intend to kill, and you didn’t want to think about your boyfriend, sociopath, with a gun in his hand.

Even though you knew he could control himself, you were still afraid, not for you, because you knew he would never hurt you even if he lost control, but was afraid of the damage he could do. You were not dumb, you knew that Jungkook was dangerous using only his fists, so with a gun in his hands God let it never happen.

At the speed you were, it did not take you long to get to your house where Jin waited leaning in the car. He doesn’t have the key. You thought.

Parking the car in anyway, you jumped out, your legs threatening to fail, and opened the back door. Jin stepped closer and helped you pull Taehyung out. When he stepped on the floor, he roared in pain, and you had to choke a sob and hold back the tears.

Seeing him like that broke your heart. For you, Taehyung was the most innocent of all the boys, he always smiled serene when he saw you, gave you tight hugs and was always affectionate. And you had known each other just for a month. You were curious to know how a sweet kid like him had entered Century. Whoever looked at him, could only see purity in his gaze, no marks of violence or darkness, only the gleam of his brown eyes.

You and Jin carried Taehyung to the porch of the house, where you slipped your hand into the pocket of your pants and tried to put the key in the lock, but your hands were shaking so far and the key didn’t fit. It was when a bloody hand took yours and caressed it, making you look at Taehyung who had a sore smile on his face.

“Calm down.” He almost whispered, trying to calm you down. He was hurt, in pain, and was trying to calm you. He shouldn’t be worrying about you at that moment. He was just being the affectionate boy he has been since you two met, and it made your heart shatter. You wanted to crash right there, cry until you no longer had tears in your body, but you just forced a smile and tried again. With his hand in your, helping you, you finally managed to open the door, helping Jin to carry him inside, and put him on the living room sofa.

"I-I ... Do you need help?" You asked as the older man untied the jacket Taehyung had used to make the tourniquet on his leg.

"Can you get my briefcase in my car, please? It's in front of the passenger seat." You nodded and did so, ran to the SUV and was soon back, handing the briefcase to him. "Thank you. I think you'd better wait outside, you will not want to see that."

"Oh ..." You whispered, pressed your lips together, and nodded. "If you want to put him to bed, you can use Jungkook's room. I-I'm going, Yoongi said he will send their location to pick them…” You turned your back, leaving the house and going towards the car without letting either of them say anything, in your condition, if Taehyung said anything else, you would break. You were sure that you didn’t have the ability to work with the boys, even if you were just driving, you would not be able to see them get hurt like that.

As you got into the car, your cell phone vibrated. Jungkook had sent a location.

It was not far from the pub that all that had happened. Jungkook said to stop in front of an alley and so you did, after, the four guys were jumping in the car and you drove away again. Jungkook gave you another address where you should take them and so you did.

When you turned the corner of the street, you saw that the house was full of people. You frowned. They had mentioned that after job, you were going to a party, but you thought that after what had happened to Taehyung they would want to know how he was, and not go to a party. As you parked the car, the four of them jumped out of the car and headed toward the house.

You did not move. How do they do not seem concerned about Taehyung? And Jungkook? Didn’t he realize that it was a shock to you? Why were they going to a party instead of seeing how his friend was? These were the thoughts that went through your head as you decided to get out of the car and shout at them, or go after Taehyung. Jungkook stopped halfway and looked back, seeing that you had been sitting in the driver's seat. He turned his heels and walked back to the car, entering the passenger's side and touching your thigh, making you look at him with watery eyes.

“Baby...”

"Don’t ‘baby’ me, Jungkook. What the fuck happened there?”

"It was just a misunderstanding ..."

"A misunderstanding? That ended with your friend being shot and you guys coming to a party?" You interrupted him, snorting in disbelief looking away, refusing to let your tears that were now in frustration fall from your eyes. That's when you saw a car approaching. You knew that car. Your eyes widened when you saw Jin was driving and Taehyung was in the passenger seat. You frowned and got out of the car as the SUV parked in front of the house. You walked irritably and confused toward them when Taehyung got out of the car grimacing in pain. He had changed his pants, they were no longer soiled with blood.

“What are you doing here?" You asked loudly as you approached him. Taehyung was startled by your sudden arrival and went back unable to support himself in the injured leg, but you stepped forward and hugged him around the waist, not letting him fall. "Tae, you should be resting."

"He needs to be here, (Y / N)." Jungkook's voice said behind you and you turned irritated toward him. "Alibi"

“He was shot, you and the other guys could be hurt too and you just think about it? You got shit in your head, Jungkook?” You said between your teeth, almost screaming. Jungkook looked arched up at you, taken by surprise at your reaction, as if he didn’t understand why you were so angry, it was when you remembered about sociopathy, he couldn’t understand what you were feeling at that moment because he could barely feel empathy for others. You shook your head in disbelief keeping quiet and running Taehyung's arm across your shoulder, helping him head home, past Jin and Jungkook, who did not say another word.

The music that came from inside the house was loud. It was a rock with heavy guitar solos. The house was full, you walked as carefully as possible so no one who was dancing to the violent music, would bump into you and knock Taehyung and you down. The couch was empty as people had gotten up to fiddle with their heads in the middle of the room, you sat Taehyung there and sat down next to him.

"Jungkook was not to blame for what happened." He said when you sat down. "I was distracted and left the guard low.”

"I just ... I panicked, Taehyung. What if something worse had happened? What if ... What if they had hit you somewhere else and you had died? God, what if Jungkook was dead now? You know the fear I was when I saw ... Shit." You lowered your head, putting it between your hands. Your heart was still racing and you still felt the adrenaline in your chest. “I really want to know what happened over there, but I don’t think here is the best place to talk about it.” You said.

“You need a drink.” Taehyung's voice said and you nodded.

“Don’t go anywhere." You commanded and got up, passing among the people and looking for the kitchen, or any place where the drink was. Arriving in the kitchen, you saw some people talking and others kissing against the walls. You shook your head and walked to the counter where there were some bottles and glasses as well.

“Are you thinking of giving me a silent treatment?” Jungkook's voice invaded your ears and soon you felt his hands on your waist, hugging you from behind, putting his chin on your shoulder. You salivated and sighed, ignoring the question and putting the drink into a glass. "Baby, why are you so angry? I'm fine."

“You could have died, Jungkook." You said turning your face and looking at him. “And I don’t even know what the fuck happened there, but the moment I saw Taehyung, I thought it might have been you in his place and that scared me. What the fuck happened there? How did he get shot? Inside a pub?”

“I can’t tell you.” He said cooly.

“Why not? You told me it would be a apprehension, just that, but ended up with Taehyung being shot. Did you lie to me, by any chance? What happened there?” You asked but he didn’t answer. You bit your lip and nodded. You wanted to walk away, you wanted to yell at him, hit his chest and scream how scared and afraid you were. But you just decided to follow the rules of the game. If he would not talk to you, you would not talk to him either. “Great, when you want to tell me, you talk to me, meanwhile, I'll be taking care of Taehyung.”

You drank the contents of the glass and left it on the counter. You released yourself from Jungkook's embrace and returned to the living room with the bottle in your hand, drinking on bottleneck until you were seated next to Taehyung.

“You will fall drunk if you drink it on the bottleneck.” Taehyung said arching his eyebrow at you who held out the bottle for him, offering him. He accepted willingly, taking a bit too. "You want to sit here with me the whole party?"

“I'm angry at my boyfriend and I want to slap Jin because he brought you here when you needed to rest, so yeah, I'll stay here. Someone has to take care of you.” And so you smiled taking the bottle back and taking another sip. "What can I do to make you feel better?"

"Well, since you mentioned ..." He turned to you, with the innocent kitten eyes he always had and smiled sweetly at you. "Can you fondle my hair? My mother always caressed my hair when I hurt myself while I played.”

You laughed with a shrug, but nodded, putting your hand to his hair and stroking. Minutes later he was lying with his head on your lap, and with his legs hanging in the armrest. You talked and laughed about some things, he almost forgot the pain in his thigh while you gently pulled some of his strands of hair. Meanwhile on the other side of the room Jungkook watched you, jealousy corroding his body, almost making him come to you and throw Taehyung away from you, the only thing that kept him from it, was that he knew you would probably get even angrier and start a fight with him.

Emotions always sucked to him. He always found it useless to have them, but now he just could not get rid of them because of you. He felt a little guilty about what happened to Taehyung after he saw how worried you were. You were so sweet, so caring, so careful with the people you liked, you were so heart, you were all that he would never be and that he never wanted to become. He was happy having to worry only about you and anyone else.

“Did you start sharing (Y/N)?” Hoseok stood beside him, looking at the same spot he looked at and laughing at the sight of a vein in Jungkook's neck jump when he saw you tossing your head back laughing at something Taehyung was saying as you smoothed his hair. “Who will be the next one with you're going to share her? Me?”

“If you want to die, just repeat it one more time.” Jungkook murmured without looking at him, continuing to stare at you.

“You know there's nothing going on there, right? She loves you and he's not crazy to try to steal your girlfriend.”

“It doesn’t stop my blood from bubbling every time she puts her fingers in his hair.” Jeon growled as he turned to Hoseok. "Is there anything important to talk about, or did you just come here to try  give me a lesson about jealousy that you know I'm going to completely ignore?"

Hoseok nodded, asking for him to follow, and so the two left the house, heading toward the cars, where no one was near to hear. The two then leaned against the truck and Hoseok pulled out a cigarette and a lighter.

“Our informant in the police called me, they found Shawn's body in the nightclub. And apparently there's a witness too.” He said. Jeon raised an eyebrow. Who would be stupid enough to denounce someone from the Century? “The girl in Shawn's office.”

“The girl you put a gun to her head? You didn’t kill her?”

“I didn’t think she was going to be dumb at that point.” Hoseok defended himself, taking a drag on his cigarette. “Anyway, he gave me her address, he sent her home and said he's going to be making the rounds at her house. I would go alone, but apparently, she doesn’t live alone, she lives with a friend and I need you to go with me. Just in case.”

“Go with Yoongi.”

“Yoongi was injured in the fight with the pub's security guards, Jungkook. Namjoon sucks in body fighting and was almost killed too, i don’t even know how he wasn’t hit by a bullet. He must be very lucky. Taehyung is busy stealing your girlfriend...” And Jungkook gave him a deadly look, who raised his hands in surrender and laughed. "I borrowed the keys from Jin's car. If I were to get the Toyota keys with the (Y/N) she would be suspicious, so thank Taehyung to be distracting her.”

"If you talk about it again, I'm going to stick a knife in your throat, Hoseok." Jungkook said menacingly as they headed toward the SUV.

"No one's talking, chief!"

Meanwhile, inside the house, you were watching Taehyung who was looking at people dancing while you smoothing his hair. Of all the other boys, he was the one who made you curious to know why he had gotten in the middle of it, so you decided it would be a good time to ask.

"Tae ..." You called him, making him turn his head to look at her. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." He smiled cute.

"How did you end up in the middle of it? In Century?”

"Oh ..." He looked surprised by the question, his eyes widening slightly.

"If you’re not comfortable to talk about it ..."

“No, it's okay, it's just that it's been a long time since I've spoken about this to anyone. It's not a very long story. And I do not mind talking about it to you. I knew that one day you would ask, and you are my friend, so I'm glad you want to know me better.” He smiled out of the corner of his mouth, making you smile as well with the sweetness in his words.

“My family was very rich before I was born, my father had a company, but his partner stole all his money and all that was in his name, house, car, property, everything. My mother was still pregnant with me when they moved in under a bridge. When I was four years old, my father died, he tried to rob a shop, so he could give me and my mother what to eat, so a plainclothes policeman shot him... And I was with him that day because my mother had to look for a job, so I saw everything.”

Your heart almost stopped beating at that moment, and you could see Taehyung's eyes filling with water as he spoke. You dropped the bottle of liquor beside you on the couch and held Taehyung's hands that were crossed over his chest, to give him comfort.

“My mother and I spent years living from shelter in shelter, I never stopped at any school because we were always changing from one side of town to the other. When I turned eighteen, my mother wanted to take me to see the sea, and we were walking down the street at night and a man tried to rob us. We shouted at him saying that we had nothing, but he didn’t believe us and moved on to my mother. I walked among them and fought against him. I grabbed the knife he used and thrust it into his chest, over and over again. I felt my body tingling with hatred and adrenaline. So many people had already hurt my mother, I couldn’t let him hurt her either. My mother shouted at me to leave so I could escape, but I couldn’t move. I looked at my hands, at my clothes soaked with the blood of that man and I didn’t know what to think. Someone had heard the man's screams and called the police. They took me and my mother to the police station and questioned us both to find out what had happened.”

He looked at your hand over his, and used his thumb to caress yours, biting his lips. You were so emotional about what had happened earlier that you just could not bear the tears of sorrow that forced the way out of your eyes, falling silently down your cheeks.

“It was there that I met Jin, he was taking care of a case and was interested in me. He represented me in court without charging me anything, I was cleared for having been in self-defense. Seokjin offered me a job, a job that would help me take care of my mother, a job that would help me give her a life she deserved, he said they were going to take care of us, so I accepted.” And so he looked back at you and smiled sweetly. 

Poor kid, he saw his father murdered and was forced to kill someone to protect his own mother. Where is this world going to stop with all this violence? You thought as you stroked his hair. 

“Oh no, please (Y/N), don’t cry. Please. My life has been sad enough so far, I don’t want you to cry because of me, please.” He said raising his hand and touching her cheeks, wiping away her tears. It made you sob and collapse in tears again. He stood up, and pulled you into a hug, stroking your back. “Jungkook must already be angry enough with me for stealing you from him tonight, he'll kill me if he see that I made you cry." He joked.

"I'm sorry, Tae. You did not deserve to go through that." You sobbed.

"It's okay, (Y / N). Look at me, doll." You lifted your head, looking at his face. He smiled and once again wiped away your tears. “Look, you can think sometimes that here in Century we only work together, but we are a family. We protect and care for each other. And that's all I've ever had, and I'm happy about it.” He smiled, making you smile at his innocence. "And you're part of the family, and I'm very happy with you stroking my hair. So what do you think of stop crying and start caring for me again?” You laughed and nodded, letting him lay his head on your lap again, and so you kept talking about other things, laughing again.

 Hoseok and Jungkook had parked the car a block away from the girl's house they were going to get rid of. Both were wearing black masks over their mouths, and black leather gloves on their hands, so they would not leave fingerprints on anything they touched. As they approached the house, they saw that there was a police car at the door. The policeman who was leaning against the door of the car, seeing the two, just nodded at them and ignored their existence while they headed toward the house. Hoseok was able to easily open the lock on the front door and they both entered, closing the door behind them.

They separated, one going a different path from the other, checking the first floor of the house, and when they saw that it was clean and that there was no one there, they went up to the second floor.

Jungkook opened the first door, it was a bedroom and a girl were sleeping there. Hoseok came in, and managed to be silent as he approached. Seeing that it was not the girl that needed to be eliminated, they went out closing the door. They stopped walking at the sound of the shower coming from the last room in the hall. Jungkook waved for Hoseok to investigate as he looked at the other room in the hallway. Jung walked slowly, managing to make his feet almost slide to the ground, making no noise. Jungkook opened the second door to the hall, seeing that it was a room, but that there was no one. He closed the door and seconds later he headed for the last room which Hoseok had entered. And as he stepped inside the room, Hoseok came out of the bathroom carrying a naked girl in his lap, who was struggling to break free. With one arm he held her waist and with his other hand, he squeezed her throat, leaving her breathless and unable to scream either.

Jungkook just left the room and closed the door behind him, letting Hoseok do the work and making sure the other girl would not wake up. Inside the room, Hoseok threw the girl into bed and climbed on top of her without letting go of her throat, sitting on her thighs and knees on her arms, stoping her from fightback.

"I honestly didn’t want to have to do that. You should have kept quiet instead of going after cops." He whispered looking into the girl's eyes that were now tearing desperately. "I know, I know ... Shh ... But it's better me than my leader, believe me." And so he pulled a pillow, placing it on the girl's face and squeezing it tightly, until she stopped moving. He checked her pulse, and as he realized she was dead, he left her. He just put the pillow back in place and walked out of the room.

He and Jungkook went downstairs, Jung took the key from the coffee table in the entrance room, and when he left he locked the door, shoving the key in his pocket. They passed quietly by the police car, where the accomplice police did not even bother to raise his heads to look at them. The two then headed toward the car, as if nothing had just happened.

Back at the party, You and Taehyung were just the same as before, the difference is you were a bit more drunk. You two would now laugh at anything from a word in the song to someone falling drunk in the middle of the room. Taehyung was a lot of fun, you were enjoying his company and you almost forgot everything that had happened. You told Taehyung that you would go to the bathroom. You got up and went upstairs. After using the bathroom, as you were returning to the living room, you saw Yoongi sitting at the top of the stairs, with a bottle of beer in his hand, just watching the people down there.

"Hey Yoongi." You called him, coming up behind him. He turned back and smiled at you. "Why are not you down there dancing?" You asked sitting next to him.

"I'm not much in the mood for parties today." He replied looking back at the people. "How's Taehyung? I have not talked to him yet."

"He is fine." You answered. "How are you? Are you hurt?"

"A guy got my shoulder shifted, but the guys put it in place. I am fine." He replied grinning at you that widened your eyes. "It's not much."

"Yoongi, what the hell happened in there? How did you get involved in such a thing? How was Taehyung shot?" You asked in amazement at everything that was happening.

“Nor do I know tell you that. We were fine in a minute, making sure no one disturbed Hoseok and Jungkook while they were talking to the owner of the pub, and the next moment Taehyung had been shot and we rushed him out. Hoseok told us that the guy tried to fool us. He said he tried to separate him and Jungkook by locking himself inside the basement with Jungkook.” And he laughed. "He locked himself in a room with Jeon Jungkook” You were not sure if you wanted to understand why it seemed so bad and ironic to Yoongi, so you just kept quiet. “Anyway, we managed to get our money back, that's all that matters.”

"And how Jungkook left the room?"

"After we left the Taehyung with you, we went back inside, fought with the security guards, and went to the back to see what was happening to Jeon and Jung. Hoseok was breaking through the door." He said taking another sip of his drink. "But it's all over (Y/N), I know you must have been fucking worried about us, especially with Jungkook, but we're fine."

You thought about filling him with questions, thought about giving him a sermon, but you were just relieved that he was okay. Then you smiled and got up, down the stairs and back to Taehyung. It was after three in the morning and your body was filled with an immense desire to dance, but none of the songs had interested you, until a specific song began to play, a song that you knew and loved.

"Oh, I love this song." You said almost screaming at Taehyung who arched his eyebrows at you.

"Whore?" He said the name of the song, frowning. "Do you like In This Moment?"

"Of course I do. I want to dance." You said excitedly. The boy laughed and shook his head, turning his hip and sitting up, watching you get up and take a few steps, not far from him. Dancing to the rhythm of the music, shaking your head, tossing your hair sideways and hips too, turning your body and facing Taehyung who took a sip of the drink in the bottle that was almost at the end and extending to you who took it willingly and turned it in your mouth, starting to take the rest of alcohol that had it, as your wriggled your hips and used your free hand to climb up and down your body, making sensual and desperate movements. You just wanted to dance and forget about that whole situation.

That music came directly through your ears and connected with every part of your body, making you warm, and with the help of the alcohol, you were starting to get excited, not being able to hold yourself and descend to the floor, swinging your hip. When the liquid in the bottle was gone, it coincided with the beginning of the chorus.

"I can be your whore." You and half the people there screamed the chorus phrase, but the difference from them to you is that you had an empty bottle in your hand and threw it with all your might on the wall behind the couch, making Taehyung and all there screaming in excitement. There was something about the violence, the sudden movements, the debauched attitudes that excited those people, and that's why they got together for those parties, to satisfy themselves, to join people as dirty as them, like you. Sometimes you tried to deny it, but you knew you was part of that place, those songs, you knew you was part of that life.

You grabbed your hair and started to roll your hips, closing your eyes, feeling the beat of the song, singing with all your strength the dirty and insinuating lyrics. Jungkook and Hoseok had just arrived at the house again, and the first thing Jeon did was look at the sofa, looking for you, but instead of seeing you stroking Taehyung's hair, he saw you dancing sensuously in front of the sofa, and saw Tae laughing as he sang along with the music. It was when he saw you going towards Taehyung and holding his hands, dancing with him while he was sitting.

Okay, that was Jungkook's limit, Taehyung had already had too much of you for one night and he was not obliged to accept that. He walked toward you, pushing some people out of the way when the last chorus of the song began, and everyone sang, including you, loudly. He reached up and pulled your shoulders, causing you to let go of Taehyung's hands and hit your back in his chest.

Seeing who it was, you laughed drunk and walked away from him, staggering.

"What's so funny?" Jungkook asked seriously.

“You, silly.” You laughed.

"You're drunk, it's time to go."

"What if I don’t want to?" You teased, making him take a step toward you with dark eyes, forcing you to step back.

"I force you. I'll put you on my shoulder and carry you out of here."

"You love me, you will not do anything I don’t want to." You said, taking another step back as he took another toward you. That was true, he loves you, but he would not leave you there for another second.

"I'm not kidding, (Y / N). Let's go. Now." He said pointing toward the door. You snorted, but obeyed, walking toward the door and out of the house. As you approached the car, you turned to Jungkook at once, knowing he was following you.

“You're a dick." You almost shouted at him, who ignored and kept walking toward you to get the car keys in your pocket, but you took a few steps back, stopping in the middle of the street. He sighed in frustration and annoyance and went after you, grabbing your wrists, pulling you close, not letting you go further.

“I'm a dick? Why? Because I don’t want my girlfriend to flirt with another guy?”

"It's Taehyung, Jungkook! And I was not flirting with him." You said thinking about how absurd he was to think you could one day cheat on him, even more with Taehyung, who was like a brother to you.

"He still a guy." He said, releasing your wrists and reaching for the car key through your trouser pockets. "Did you find it funny making me jealous? Did you find it funny to pet him in front of me?”

"What about you, Jungkook?" You asked, pushing his hands away from your pants, pulling away from him. Making him take a deep breath and run his hand through his hair. "Did you find it funny to make me afraid for you and for them today? Did you find it funny that Taehyung was shot and I have to see him bleeding and in pain? Did you find it funny that I was worried about you all the time? Worried you could have hurt yourself too?"

"I already told you, I'm fine." He said looking bored, trying not to get irritated any longer.

"But i’m not, Jungkook.I can’t go through these things, I can’t go through the fear of losing you. It breaks me inside. It will be like this for the rest of our lives? Will you continue to risk yourself on such things forever?” You asked, but he just stood silent, staring at you without knowing what to say to make you feel better. “Talk to me.”

“What do you want me to say, (Y/N)? I have nothing to say. You said that you would accept what I do if I didn’t hurt anyone and that's why Taehyung was shot, because if I had acted otherwise, in a more violent way, he would not be hurt.”

You blinked a few times and kept quiet trying to know if he really had said what you had heard.

"So you're saying it's my fault?" You asked incredulously, pointing to yourself. "Because I don’t want you to be a killer?"

“No, but in my job, flowers and poetry don’t save anyone, (Y/N). It may be so in the fairy tale you created in your head, but in real life, things are extremely different than in your fantasies with enchanted princes.” He said throwing his hands up, his patience exhausted. If you wanted to fight, you would fight.

"Wait, what?" You said, as if he had offended you in the worst possible way. "Fantasy with enchanted princes? Now you overreacted, Jeon Jungkook, because first, I don’t like enchanted princes. They are boring, narcissistic, and they think the ‘princess’ is not able to do anything on her own, and we both know that I know how to do many things.” You said visibly annoyed with your index finger up.

“And second, if I thought my life would be a fairy tale, I would certainly not choose Shrek as a prince, and yes, I am comparing you to Shrek. Not in beauty because you're certainly one of the most handsome guys I've ever seen in my life and that gorgeous little face looks even more beautiful when I'm sitting on it and your tongue is inside my pussy.” Jungkook laughed at your words, folding his arms and leaning against the car, thinking that was exactly what he wanted to do right now, be between your thighs. “But I compare you to him for being stubborn, inflexible and your lack of notion, and for being selfish, not wanting me to help take care of your friend who was shot. So if I were to live a fairy tale, perhaps I would choose Taehyung as a prince. Maybe I should go back to that party and fuck withTaehyung to apologize to him, since it was my fault that he was shot and not the stupid job you were doing.” Jungkook's arms fell to his side and his gaze darkened. You knew you had touched his weak spot and that was what you wanted. “I've already decided, that's what I'm going to do, I'm going to go back inside and ride Taehyung’s dick until I can not move anymore.”

You turned to walk toward the house, but Jeon grabbed your arm, pulling you back, pushing you against the driver's door that was facing the opposite side of the house where the party took place. He pressed his body against yours.

"You're playing with fire, baby.”

"And what on earth makes you think I'm afraid to burn, Jungkook?" You provoked him.

“Get in the car, we’ll go home, and we'll fuck, so I can show you who you belong to.” He said pulling away, but you did not move, just crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Baby, if you don’t get in the car ...”

"What, Jungkook? What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to fuck you in the middle of the street, leaning against this car." He growled and you laughed, not wanting to make it clear that it was what you wanted, that those words made you soak your panties. All you needed at that moment was him.

"And what are you waiting for?" You asked and at the same moment he let out a moan and moved against you, grabbing your face and pulling you for a kiss. You held on to his shoulders, pulling him as he lowered his hands to your hips, lifting you up, trailing your legs around his waist. He pressed his cock against the middle of your legs and you moaned as you felt it hard. It was ridiculous the desire you were feeling for him at that moment. You'd seen your friend bleed, your boyfriend might be hurt too, but the only thing you thought was how you wanted to feel him at that moment. Maybe it was the drink or the adrenaline that was still flowing through your body, but you honestly did not mind having sex on the street, leaning against a car. As long as it was with him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, holding her neck and looking into her eyes. You nodded and pulled him by the back of his neck, kissing him again. One of Jungkook's hands came up from under your blouse, and he squeezed your breast over your bra before pulling it down and caressing your nipple, making you moan between his lips. “If you want to stop ...”

“Fuck me, Jungkook." You asked, wanting to make it clear that you didn’t want to stop, but wanted to do it fast, so that no one had the chance to caught you there. "I'm so wet, so horny"

“Already, baby? Are you so desperate for my dick?” He whispered, no longer kissing your lips to attack your neck, with kisses and bites. "I'm not taking good care of you, baby?"

“No. Maybe you should take better care of me.” You moaned pulling his hair. He laughed derisively and put you down, turning you on your back and pushing you toward the car, pulling your hair to the side and kissing the back of your neck as he rubbed his hard cock in your ass. He used both hands to stroke your chest and squeezing your breasts before lowering them to your waist and pulling your hip against his.

"Let's see how wet you are, baby.” He whispered in your ear, making your whole body shiver as he opened the buttons of your pants and slipped his hand into your panties, dipping his fingers into your juice. Jeon groaned to feel how wet you were, squeezed your waist, and began to move his fingers in circles over your clit, making you brace your forehead against the window and pull the air so you don’t groan too loud. Jungkook slid a finger inside you, making you arch your back as he pushes his finger in and out, adding one more, caressing your walls. You let out a groan and grabbed his arm that was in front of you. "So hot..."

"Please, Jungkook." You whimpered, rubbing your cunt in his hand, making him laugh and let the warm air from his mouth into your ear, make you roll your eyes as you feel the shivers go through your body.

“Please? Before you were all rebellious, telling me that you would ride Taehyung’s dick and now you are asking me please, baby?” He laughed wickedly, adding a third finger inside you, making your pussy throb around his fingers. With his thumb, he began stroking your clit as he thrust his fingers inside of you. You let out a weak moan and threw your head back, propping it on his shoulder, as he bit his own lips and saw your expression of pleasure. "Do you think asking me ‘please’ will save you from your punishment, little girl?"

“You know I just said that to tease you, I would never do anything like that." You moaned as he began to push his fingers harder into your pussy.

"I know, love, but that doesn’t mean that listening to that didn’t make me extremely angry." He said kissing your shoulder. “On another occasion, I'd put you on your knees and fuck your mouth, so you can learn not to say things like that to me, unless you want me to kill whoever that person you're referring to, but now we need to be quick, right? I don’t want anyone seeing how hot you get when you're being fucked against a car.” He growled, pulling his fingers out of you, and pushing your pants and panties down. “Stand on tiptoe for me, baby, like you always do when I fuck you from behind.”

You obeyed, resting your hands on the roof of the car, and standing on tiptoe, with your face against the glass, watching it get blurry by your hot breath. Jungkook opened the button and zipper of his pants and lowered them slightly, taking his cock out and stroking before using one hand to hold your waist, and the other to fit the head of his cock in the entrance of your cunt. He pushed in slowly, moaning all the way, feeling you throbing around him.

“Shit, (Y / N), you're so tight.” He said holding onto your waist and beginning to move slowly against you. But seconds later he was thrusting hard into your pussy, making you squeeze your lips and force yourself not to scream at the pleasure you were feeling, while he pounded hard on your weak spot. Inevitably the images of Taehyung being carried by friends appeared in your head, but you saw Jungkook in his place, and that made your heart clench. That feeling joined with the pleasure you had in feeling Jeon there, inside you, feeling that he was okay, and you just couldn’t hold back the tears and started to cry silently, pressing your fingers on the car roof, and pushing your hips hard against his, wanting harder. Jungkook was too busy getting into you, feeling the pleasure of having your tight and wet pussy around his cock, clinging to your waist and eyes closed to see that you were crying.

It was only when you let out a sob that he opened his eyes at once and looked at your face that was still against the glass, seeing the tears falling down your cheeks. He made a move to stop the movements, but you took your hands back, grabbing his hips, not letting him out of you.

“Don’t stop, please Jungkook. Fuck me hard. I don’t want you to stop, please, I need this.” You whimpered and he was uncertain whether to continue or stop, but seeing that you were begging him to continue, he did. He wrapped his arms around your chest, one hand resting on your belly, the other resting on your neck, holding lightly in your throat, pulling you back, making you lean your head against his shoulder as he fucked you from behind, hard. He buried his face in your neck, stifling the groans.

“Don’t cry baby. I'm here ... fuck.” He whispered against her skin and you closed your eyes, feeling your legs begin to shake with the orgasm approaching. “I love you baby. I fucking love you.” He moaned against your neck, now sucking it. He took the hand that was in your belly to your clitoris, making circular movements. You grabbed his arm when you felt you would cum.

“Choke me." You asked in a broken voice and he obeyed, his fingers tightening around your throat and thrusting harder, grunting as you let out an almost inaudible, hoarse moan, cumming around his cock.

“That’s it baby, come around me. Let it all out.” He moaned against your ear, before pressing his fingers into your clit and cum too, inside you.

It took you a few seconds to recover. Jungkook zipped up his trousers and helped you into your. He hugged you, but you gently pushed him away, reaching into the pocket of your pants and handed the Toyota’s key for him.

“Take me Home." You said and got into the backseat, slamming the door, leaving Jungkook confused as to why you had cried during sex. He blinked a few times and got in the car, seeing you crouched in the back seat. You would talk at home.

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Ride Or Die - Chapter 6 (M)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader

— word c | 11,044

— genre | Mafia au!, angst , Smut.

— summary |  He seemed to have come out of a museum for being so handsome, it seemed to be that badboy coming straight from the teen movies, but as you go deep into his life, you realize he was not a badguy just to annoy his parentes. He was not a Badboy, but a BadMan. He sold drugs and his friends too. He commanded a dangerous, feared gang.And you fell madly in love with him, almost leaving your life and everyone you knew behind, to be with him..

— warnings/tags | Adult content, Violence, drugs, alcoholic beverages, explicit sex, low slang words.

— disclaimer | myself and this fic DOES NOT condone violence, abuse, use of drugs, alcohol or any kind of crimes. This is a fanfic, an alternative reality, I have no intention of offending anyone. If that makes you feel bad, please do not read. In this fanfic the character is not abusive to the reader, and remember, what Jungkook does in this fanfic is not what he does in real life. Myself or this fanfic does not have any type of connection with BTS, Jungkook or Bighit. Hope you like it.

— Ride Or Die - Character Biography.

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The next day, Jungkook woke up missing something. Still drowsy, he stretched his arm to the side on the bed and felt that his side was empty, he turned to the side and realized you were not lying next to him. He blinked a few times and looked around the bedroom. Seeing that the door was open, he called for you, but he had no answer. He rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed, looking at the clock that marked nine-thirty in the morning. He pushed the blanket aside, showing his half-naked body with only a pair of underwear. He stretched and stood up, scratching the back of his neck, and walking toward the exit of the room still sleepy, bumping into the wall next to the door, cursing.

He walked down the hall looking for you. The door to Hoseok's room was closed and there was no noise inside. The other hallway door, the bathroom door, was open, he checked, and you were not there. Down the stairs, he passed the living room and headed toward the kitchen, but you weren’t there either. Jungkook frowned, beginning to wonder where you might be. He went up to the porch but didn’t find you. He went to the garage because he knew that sometimes you liked to sit in the car and listen to music, but there was no sign of you there either. You never go out without telling him, so he thought that was strange.

Jungkook went back to the bedroom and picked up the phone on the table beside the bed, thinking that you could have left a message on his cell phone to not wake him, but there was nothing, no messages or calls from you. He frowned, and let his head drop slightly to the side. Where had you gone? He couldn’t remember anything you said you needed to do so early that day.

"I can see that you're thinking really hard, there's almost smoke coming out of your head.” Hoseok's voice caught his eye, causing him to turn with one eyebrow arched to his friend with messy hair and sleepy face that was propped up on the doorway. “I know that expression. What happened?”

“Did you see (Y/N) leaving this morning?”

"No. I just got up, why?" He asked yawning, rubbing his hand over his face, trying to stave off sleep.

“She never goes out without telling me.” He said by dialing your phone number. “Her cell phone's off.”

"She may have gone for a walk.”

“She is as lazy as I am in the mornings, she doesn’t go out for morning walks.”

Several theories began to form in Jungkook's head. What if you had cried at last night's sex because it was a good-bye sex and you were going to leave him? What if you had decided that you didn’t want to stay with him and went to your parents' house to ask to go back to live with them? And if you had gone to the police to tell everything that had happened in the pub? This was not even the worst thought he had, for him the worst thing that could happen, it was not the police knocking on his door with an arrest warrant. The worst thing for him was losing you. He was addicted to you, obsessed with you, he loved you as he was never able to love anyone, not even his own parents. He was the most confident man on earth, but when it came to you, nothing in the world seemed enough to him and he felt insecure all the time. Jungkook's head was spinning as Hoseok's voice caught his attention.

“What are you thinking, Jeon?” He turned to Jung, with clenched jaw.

“If she doesn’t come back in two hours, I want everyone from Century looking for her.”

In the meantime, you were drinking soda in a coffee shop table while you were waiting for your friends. Your head was full of things and needs to cool down before you went crazy. The fact that Taehyung had hurt himself and Jungkook didn’t seem to care was bothering you. You wanted to think it was because he was probably accustomed to such situations, but the truth was he didn’t really care. Things were still very fresh in your memory, so every time you remembered the blood running through Taehyung’s fingers and his screams of pain, made you shiver and feel even worse when you imagined it could be Jungkook instead. You wanted to talk to him, clarify everything, understand what had happened in that pub by his words. but at the same time, you didn’t want to know what he had done in there, because you knew he didn’t do anything good.

"So what is the purpose of the meeting at this hour of the morning, the day before graduation?" Suhee asked, leaning her arms on the table. You made your best face of indignation. “We need to sleep very well the 48 hours before the event, so we don’t have dark circles.”

"I'm fucked up then. I didn’t sleep well tonight."

"Did you and Jungkook spend the night committing crimes again? Or were you fucking like two animals in heat? Again.” Suhee laughed and got slapped from Becca.

“Can’t you see she's worried, Suhee?” Becca scolded her before turning to you. "Why didn’t you sleep well last night? Did you and Jungkook fight?”

“Yes, but this time it was a different fight ... We reconciled and everything, but, I don’t know. It seems that something is wrong.” You said uncertainly, looking at the people walking in the mall courtyard, through the coffee shop window. “It seems to lack something. I don’t know.”

"Have you talked to him about it?" Suhee asked and you denied it.

“I left before he woke up. I don’t know if I'm ready to talk to him about it.” You scratched your head, feeling your neurons burn. “I just want one day with my friends. Without Men. Just us. We're going to graduate tomorrow, and we don’t even match what we're going to do after graduation”

“Of course, you don’t step away from Jungkook. I know he has something we don’t have, but I think we deserve a little more attention.” Becca whimpered making you laugh. She was right, the last few weeks, you were spending more time with Jungkook and his friends than with yours. They missed you and you them, Jeon could wait. “What do you think about going shopping? I need clothes for the end of the year, my parents want to spend Christmas with my sister in ...”

And you three went walking through the mall, talking, laughing and joking. You needed that time for you, to forget some of the crazy life that Jungkook had.

"Are not you going back to your parents' house?" Suhee asked as your and she waited for Becca to bring the popcorn. After having lunch together, you decided that you would watch a movie together. The two of you were standing at the entrance to the room, propped against the wall. You looked at her and shrugged.

“I miss them, but I know if i go back to their house, they'll start the same story that Jungkook is not good enough for me, we're going to fight, and it will continue like this for the rest of our lives. And I don’t wanna this.”

“Don’t you think that was too fast, (Y/N)? You are not even a year together ...” You just sighed and shrugged, not having much to say. Becca came with the popcorn and so you went into the movie theater.

Jungkook was pacing the room with his cell phone in his ear, trying for the thousandth time to talk to you, but your cell phone was still off.  It was past four o'clock and you still had not given any sign of life. The theories in his head were beginning to materialize, and the only thing he could think of was that you had left him. And that couldn’t happen, he loved you, he needed you, you were being his curb, and even if he sometimes thought it unnecessary, without you, he would lose control. He had told the others to go out into the city and look for you, and he would stay there in case you came back, but he just couldn’t stand the wait. The roar of the clock was making him angry, making him even more anxious. then he grabbed his leather jacket, stuffed his cell phone in his pocket, and took the keys from the car, heading out of the house like a hurricane, into the car and out into the city.

Jeon visited every place he had taken you, went to bars, pubs, parks, snack bars. He went to school to see if you were with the graduation organization team, but no sign of you. He went to Becca and Suhee's house, but there was no one home, he went to your parents' house, but there was no one either. He started to roam the streets near the places you used to like to go, but he still couldn’t find you. He cursed and punched the steering wheel every time the theories came back to haunt him.

After 6 in the afternoon, he returned home only to find the four boys with empty hands. He kicked the coffee table in the living room and began pacing back and forth, tugging at his hair nervously. Hoseok was leaning against the wall, his head hanging down and his arms crossed, his gaze following Jungkook under his lashes, visibly irritated by his friend's useless despair. He was sure you'd just go around to cool your head because of everything that had happened, and the fact that Jungkook was out of control was precisely because you were his trigger. Without you, he would lose control of his emotions and actions.

Hoseok had the same kind of sociopathy as Jeon, but it was a million times more controlled and I was finding it pathetic, but on one hand he could understand, you was important to all of them and he didn’t want you to go away.  And that intrigued him a lot.

“She can’t be missing out on this fucking town.” Jungkook shouted when Namjoon said he had not found you anywhere. “I need to find her, she can’t leave me.”

“Maybe she's just hanging out with her friends, man. Last night was too hard for her, she deserves to cool her head.” Taehyung said and Jungkook stared at him, his eyes burning with fury. He moved toward the boy and grabbed him by the collar of his T-shirt.

“It's all your fault.” Jungkook snarled near the boy's face, which frowned. “If you weren’t so stupid and distracted, you wouldn’t have been shot and she would not have been mad at me for you having hurt yourself. She left because of you.”

“It's not his fault, Jungkook.” Hoseok said intervening, walking over them. “He couldn’t predict what would happen. None of us could”

"But you should.” He growled, pushing Taehyung back hard.

“And we don’t know if she's gone. (Y/N) wouldn’t do that.” Yoongi said. “Let's take a walk around the city again and look some more.”

“Jin said that he called all the police stations in the city, but (Y/N) didn’t appear in any of them.” Namjoon said coming back from the kitchen after answering his friend's call. "She didn’t report us."

"She wouldn’t do that." Hoseok said with a weary sigh. "And you should know that, Jungkook."

"Do you think I care if she tells the police or not? I want my girl here, by my side, or heads will roll in this town." Jungkook yelled, punching the wall. The boys looked at each other tiredly, but obeyed the leader's command, leaving the house one by one until only Jeon and Jung were inside. Hoseok stared at Jungkook for a moment until he turned to face each other. Hoseok was the only one who was never intimidated by Jungkook's dark gaze.

"What if she doesn’t want to be on your side? What if she really ran away?”

"I want to hear it from her mouth. Then she can go wherever she wants.” Jungkook said walking toward the door.

"Are not you going to try to arrest her here or something?"

“I FUCKING LOVE HER, DAMN IT.” Jeon shouted, turning around to face Hoseok. “I would never touch that girl to hurt her, she's the only person in the world that I would never think of hurting. I just want to hear from her mouth that we had no chance of being together. I just want her to look me in my eyes and say it's all over. And then I'll leave her alone.”

It was past seven at night. You and your friends were walking the streets lit by streetlights. You were singing and dancing a song that the three of you worshiped, it's been a long time since you've been together for so long. You'd even forgotten about Jungkook and what had happened last night.

"Guys, are you having the feeling that we're being followed?" Becca asked and you looked up from the sidewalk to look at her looking sideways, you did the same. “I'm feeling it since we left the mall.”

"Me too." SuHee answered and you frowned. Had Jungkook put one of his friends to follow you? No, he wouldn’t do that. It was not possible that he would do something like that. You glanced around for some familiar face, but you just saw a hooded man walking a few yards behind you. You wondered if you should question him, to see if he was really following you, but it would be very strange to come to someone randomly on the street and ask such a question. You hugged your friends by the shoulders and began to pull them with you, deciding to just walk faster. Sometimes you would glance back coverfully to see if the man was still there and every time you looked, you had the feeling that he was getting closer and closer. That was weird. Not wanting to risk it, you waved to a taxi in the street. The driver stopped and you three went into the backseat.

You decided it was time to go home. It was almost eight at night, and all three were tired, the next day would be the graduation ceremony and they all wanted to be rested. You left the girls in their homes first before heading to yours. When you got there, you noticed that the cars of Yoongi, Taehyung and Jin were there. They must be doing some meeting. You thought.

Walking at a normal pace, you reached the porch and opened the door to enter the living room. As you turn to head for the ladder, after closing the door behind you, you have come upon some eyes on you. Yoongi and Taehyung were sitting on the couch while Hoseok was propped against the wall next to the kitchen door. Jin was sitting in the armchair beside the sofa and Namjoon sitting in front of the center table of the room, with a notebook on his lap and his back propped up on the couch. They all looked surprised and relieved to see you.

You were about to ask what was going on, when your attention was called to the loud, heavy steps that Jungkook had down the stairs and went like a hurricane, screaming at you.

“But where the fuck were you, (Y/N)?” He screamed with red face and veins of neck jumping. You involuntarily took a step back, banging your back on the front door, wide-eyed, startled by the scream.

“Wow! Slow down, badboy!" You said raising your hands in innocence. "I was with Becca and Suhee.”

“And why the hell don’t you answer that fucking phone? Do you know how worried I was with you? We run the whole city looking for you.” He screamed again, throwing his hands up, taking a few steps away from you, taking a deep breath. You raised your eyebrows, confused as to why they were looking for you. You just spent the day off, it was not like you ran away ... And that thought lit a light in your head.

“Did you think I'd run away?” You asked, and all eyes fell on you, including the dark, enraged eyes of Jungkook, who was now with his hands on his waist, breathing deeply several times. You laughed and shook your head in disbelief, having thoughts confirmed by them. "Why would I run away? Just because you are a gang and my boyfriend is the leader?”

"Honestly? That's exactly why." Jin replied, making you laugh again.

“I knew where I was getting myself when I accepted what Jungkook does. I would not run away.” You said looking back at Jungkook who did not take his eyes off you. He still had a frown, and his gaze was still full of doubt. “I'm hungry, Hoseok, can you order a pizza for us?" You asked, turning to the guy next to you who had been silent until then. He shook his head nodding, and waving at them you went up the stairs. You needed a shower. As soon as you entered your room, Jungkook came in behind you and slammed the door, making you let out a sigh of irritation. “Seriously, Jungkook. Calm down. The door didn’t do anything to you.”

“Do you have a notion of the fear I had of you having left me, (Y/N)?” He asked in a low voice, even more angry. You turned to him, shaking your head.

“I have friends too. And I needed to get away from your life for just one day, or I would go crazy. And I'm glad you felt the pain of almost losing who you love, because I felt exactly like that yesterday.” You said with sarcasm, sitting on the bed and taking off your boots.

"Why was your phone turned off?"

“Because the battery is dead.”

"And why didn’t you wake me up to say you were going out?"

"Because I didn’t want to.”

“Have you thought about running away?” He asked, and that made you stop untying the boot. You sighed and looked up at him, his hands on his waist, bent over one foot, clenched jaw, his eyebrows lowered. No, you hadn’t thought of that possibility.

“What if I have thought it?” You asked, and his eyes widened slightly, his breathing was getting heavy and the blood dripped from his face. You hadn’t thought of running away or reporting him to the police, but you had to know what he would do if you had tried. “What would you have done?”

“I would have killed myself.” He answered without thinking twice, staring at you with deep eyes, without blinking, without any hesitation in his voice. That surprised you, to the point you flinch to the sounds of his words. "That's what I would have done, because I found purpose in you, (Y/N). Yeah, that sounds like the biggest cliché shit of all time and I never imagined myself saying that shit, but you're the most important thing I have. So, if you had run away, yelled at me to stay away from you, if you kick me out of your life and run to a police station to report me, I would kill anyone who could harm you and then I would die, because I would have no more for what to live. I always lived in black and white, (Y/N), you brought color to my life.” He finished speaking softly, calmly.

You had nothing to say, you were shocked by what he had said. Would he kill himself? Suicide? You blinked a few times, it was like a shot in the middle of your chest, right in your heart. The intensity of those words, instead of leaving you in pure comfort, knowing that he loved you unconditionally, those words made you feel bad, to think that he could hurt himself because of you. You lowered your head, still processing his words.

“Why did you cry yesterday?” He asked in a broken voice, making you look back at him, seeing his eyes filled with water. Oh God, he was going to cry? You've never seen Jungkook cry. “It was because of me? Did I do something that hurt you? Did I hurt you, (Y/N)? Do you want to leave? You want to leave me? Was sex yesterday a farewell? Are you thinking of running away while I'm sleeping or something?”

You could hear the desperation in his voice, and you were sure he could collapse at any minute. You wanted him to feel what you felt, but not that way. You never wanted to see him cry. Seeing the man you love, the one who was not affected by feelings, in that state was making your heart ache even more. How could someone with sociopathy have that kind of reaction? He didn’t even shake when you fought over Taehyung being shot, so how was he shaken by the thought of you running away? Maybe you had to seek professional help to understand it better, but at that moment, you needed to calm the heart of your man.

You got out of your thoughts and looked back at Jungkook who was still in the same position as before. You reached out to him and he blinked a few times, walking toward you, kneeling and crawling up to your thighs where he rested his head, embracing your legs. You had never seen him so vulnerable. He was always so strong and full of himself, so confident, but at that moment he just looked like an ordinary man, afraid of losing the woman he loves.

“I cried because the fear I felt of losing you yesterday, coupled with the euphoria I feel every time I'm with you and I couldn’t hold back the tears. A lot happened yesterday, and I was shaken.” You said, stroking his hair with one hand while with the other, you stroked his back. “I didn’t cry because you hurt me or because it was a good-bye sex, Jungkook. I love you. And I didn’t think of leaving you, I just went for a walk with the girls, I needed to go out with my friends.”

"You promise?" He asked. He raised his head and looked at you, the black eyes now cleared of any bad feeling, just shining with your image, with a bunny smile so full of innocence that made you gasp and smile at how childlike and pure he was being at that moment. “Promise you will not leave me, ever?”

You shook your head, nodding and bent, kissing him.

“I promise. I want to take a shower. I've been walking all day and I'm a mess.”

“Can I go with you?” He asked sitting on his heels, propping his hands on your thighs, excited. You nodded, watching him get up and start undressing, before grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the room, running only in his underwear down the hall, toward the bathroom, making you laugh.

"My God, you made up quickly." Namjoon's voice said, drawing your attention to the other side of the hall at the top of the stairs. He was standing there, laughing.

"She loves Me." Jungkook said smiling, before pulling you inside and slamming the door, pulling you into a kiss. The bath would not be quick.

During the shower, after you had sex, Jungkook told you that the day after graduation, he would take you to look at some houses, to buy a bigger one for you to live in. After the pizza and everything was properly explained, and after the boys were calmer, they decided to leave. In the middle of the night, you were still rolling in bed, unable to sleep anxiously for the next day. You stood up, and walked out of the bedroom, not wanting to stay in bed and wake Jungkook. When you reached the top of the stairs, you noticed that the kitchen light was on. Someone had forgotten to turn it off or Hoseok was there.

The second option was confirmed when upon reaching the door, you observed Hoseok sitting in the chair, leaning on the back of the chair and with his feet on the table. He was shirtless, and you noticed a tattoo of a black skull on his chest, and you could be sure that the skull had a macabre smile. There was a sentence in a language you didn’t understand, written around the drawing. You never know he had a tattoo. He had a bottle of beer in one hand and his cell phone was in the other, making him distracted. The black hair was messy, like he's just woken up. There was an ashtray on the table, and a cigarette that still burned rested inside, with smoke coming out of it. When did he start smoking? You asked mentally.

Hoseok lifted the beer bottle for another sip, but as soon as the bottle spout was on his lips, his senses warned him of something and his eyes left the screen of the phone and slid to you making him freeze his actions and stare you. He looked you slowly from top to bottom, his eyes darkened, noting that you were wearing only one of Jungkook's black blouses, showing your thighs and wearing bunny-like socks on your feet. He looked back into your eyes, intrigued. For him you were beautiful, sexy, smart, funny full of emotions and innocent, so what were you doing there between two drug-dealing murderers who liked to see blood dripping? Why the hell did he have the feeling that you were breaking into his mind and destroying him? It was strange, he did not feel anything for you, but he liked your company. He look at you and see a person he should despise, so pathetic and innocent with all those feelings involving your soul and your heart. You were a lamb between two lions. So easy to manipulate. A perfect prey for him. But there was something that kept him from doing something against you. Not the fact that you were Jeon's girl, but it was something else that kept him from being the evil man he liked to be. Maybe you were his trigger too. And if that were true, he would be totally fucked.

"Like what you see?" He asked when he saw you still staring at him. You widened your eyes and your cheeks reddened, making him laugh. So inocent. He thought. You opened his mouth to answer, but frowned when you realized what he had just done.

"Are you trying to flirt with me?"

"I wouldn’t dare.” He pointed to the chair next to him, so you could sit down. So you did. You sat down beside him and leaned your arms on the table. “Can’t sleep?”

“No, I'm looking forward to graduation. I've waited for it my whole life, but now I feel like I'm going to miss school. I don't know.” You said biting your lips. Hoseok just nodded and offered the bottle of beer. You took a sip as he took a drag on his cigarette. “Since when do you smoke?”

“Since Jungkook and I founded Century.” He replied, throwing his head back and blowing the smoke out of his mouth. “I don’t usually smoke near others, I like doing this when I'm alone or after work. It's comforting.”

“It's toxic and can kill you.” You said grimacing. Hoseok laughed sarcastically and looked at you. “What?”

“I'm from a gang that sells drugs and uses fists and violence to get what they want, (Y/N). If I still haven’t died with a bullet in my forehead, it will not be a cigarette that will knock me over.” He said taking another drag and releasing the smoke on your face, making you cough and wag the front of your face with your hand, dispersing the smoke and seeing an amused smile coming out of his lips.

“What is the meaning of the tattoo?” You asked, pointing to his chest. He stared at his chest before glaring at you.

“When we die, the only thing left is our bones. I did this to remind myself that people are nothing more than a bag of bones covered in red meat and blood.”  He replied with darkening eyes again, making your body shiver with the coldness in his words.

"And what does the phrase say?"

"There is no salvation for those who don’t want to be saved." He replied, and you swallowed. His eyes were so clouded with something you couldn’t identify. Hoseok was so mysterious sometimes, so gloomy. And sometimes his eyes cause you chills, like they were empty. As if he were empty. His eyes were so different from Jungkook's eyes that were always full of intentions, while Jung's eyes were almost always empty, as if he felt nothing, free of feelings or internal conflicts.

“What does that mean?” You asked, not sure if you wanted to hear the answer. Hoseok studied you for a few seconds before smiling with the corner of his mouth.

“One day you will find out, little one.”  He swallowed his cigarette again, and you frowned, lowering your head. Why did you feel as if those words were a kind of warning to you?

“Hoseok, can you explain something to me?” You asked and he looked at you again, nodding. “How does your mind and the Jungkook's mind work?” He raised an eyebrow, not understanding the question. “I mean, how do you control sociopathy? You said that it is a rare syndrome that few sociopaths have, that these few can control their feelings. How does it work?”

“Why are you asking me this now? You didn’t seem to care about that before.” He said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. You shrugged.

“It's just ... I'm confused. Jungkook doesn’t care about many things. Yesterday he didn’t care about Taehyung being shot, and sometimes he really shows that nothing is important, but ...”

“But when it comes to you, he seems to conflict with all the feelings he has for you.” He completed your sentence, saying exactly what you were thinking, making you eye-popping. Hoseok laughed and dropped his cigarette in the ashtray. He took his feet off the table and turned his body to you. "You're his trigger."

“What does that mean?”

“Triggers on guns are used to fire. Emotional triggers have the same definition, but instead of bullets, they trigger reactions, trigger emotions. Sociopaths don’t feel things like love and compassion because our triggers are technically inactive, but sociopaths with emotional syndrome, like me and Jungkook, can connect to a person which functions as a button to turn on our inactive triggers. And that person becomes the only thing we care about. When we attach to that person, our feelings for her are true and intense, and we would do everything for her, we would do everything to see her happy and safe, but our emotions are limited to her alone. With the rest of the world, we still don’t care.” He say without taking his eyes off you and you could feel the intensity of the words while linking Jungkook's actions to all that. “Jungkook began to try his best to care for other people, after meeting you, even if he finds it unnecessary, he tries because of you, because that would make you feel happy, seeing that he has friendship for other people. Because you're his trigger. You're the only one who can take good things from him. And you're the only one who can hurt him emotionally. You're the only one who can destroy him from the inside.”

“He said if I left him, he ... he would kill himself.” You whispered, looking down at your hands. Hoseok sighed and shrugged, shaking his head. “Was he serious?”

“Yes." Hoseok remarked, making you look back at him. “Without a trigger, a weapon is inactive, a bomb cannot explode, feelings become numb. When a sociopath with emotional syndrome loses his trigger, we didn’t get back to having an inactive trigger, because in fact the trigger breaks. A broken trigger means that the weapon can continue shooting until the ammunition runs out, and in relation to feelings, they go out of control. All human beings have a mental barrier, a blockage. a protection that keeps us from trying to kill ourselves. People with depression, people who cut themselves, who attempt suicide, they have this damaged barrier. But the sociopaths with emotional syndrome, when our trigger breaks, our mental barrier completely collapses. And feelings take control of our body, they fill our heads with the thought and feeling that we cannot live without that person, without our trigger. So, we simply have no purpose or what to live for. And our only option becomes death.”

You should not have asked. That was what you thought at the moment, feeling your eyes fill with tears at the thought that if something happened to you, Jungkook would not live his life normally.

But soon another thought took over your mind. How did Hoseok know that much?

“You ... Have you been through this?” You asked and Hoseok smiled, denying.

“I'm still alive, aren’t I?” He said, and you nodded. He took a deep breath and bit his lip before looking at the clock on his cell phone screen. “It's late, you better go to sleep, little one. If you have more questions tomorrow, I promise I'll answer.”

You nodded again, rising from the chair as he turned his attention to his cell phone, and walked toward the door. Before leaving, you turned to him and smile gratefully.

“Hoseok." You called him, and he turned his eyes from the screen to you. "Thank you for telling me this."

He looked you up and down again and nodded.

“Good night, (Y/N).”

“Good night, Sunshine.”

The Graduation was scheduled to begin at 6 pm, but you had woken up at 10 a.m. to start organizing. You'd fix your hair at home and then go to Becca's house where SuHee would be too, and you were going to put on your makeup and together you would go to the ceremony. You planned this from your freshman year of high school and finally that day was coming.

This was another step towards adulthood. So many things had happened in those years of school and now you were sitting in the armchair of the bedroom you shared with Jungkook, wearing only your panties and one of the only white social shirts he had in his wardrobe. A year ago you would never have imagined any of this happening to you, absolutely none of it. What would have happened to you if you had not taken that ride? What if you had refused his invitation to take you to that party? Would he have insisted or would not you be together today?

“I can’t find any plausible explanation for you to be there and not here by my side.” Your man's voice brought you out of your thoughts and now he was lying on his side in bed, facing you, only with the blanket covering the rest of his naked body.

“What would have happened if I had not taken your ride? You would have insisted or would have given up?” You asked and he bit his lip corner, letting out a heavy sigh. He sat on the bed and stood up, letting the blanket fall on the floor and reveal his naked body, showing his morning erection.

He walked over to you and knelt in front of you, laying his hands on your thighs.

“I would have insisted.” He said using his hands to open his legs slowly. “I would have insisted until you told me to go to hell and stay away from you, or until give me a chance to make you feel good.” He said grabbing your calves and pulling you a little forward, making you almost lie down in the armchair. He placed your legs propped up on the arms of the armchair and you smiled biting your lips. “Not wanting to be cliché, but you were the only girl that made me want to spend the rest of my life with.” He said caressing you over the panties. “And it's certainly the only one that can make me want to stay inside you all day long.” He pulled your panties aside and began to caress your clit with his tongue, making you moan and bring your hand up to his hair. “You're like a drug to me, the most delicious in the whole world, and after I've tasted you, I've become addicted and now I cannot live without you because I'm totally dependent on you.” He whispered against your pussy, and started to suck you again, causing you to arch back and moan loudly, biting your lips.

Jungkook stroked your entrance with his forefinger before penetrating you and feeling you tighten around him, making him groan as he didn’t take his eyes off you. He loved to see how you liked him down there. He loved to taste you, to feel you pulsing around him, begging for an orgasm. But he literally loved it when you rubbed your pussy in his mouth, wanting more. He added another finger and you pressed his hair between your fingers and he laughed increasing the pressure of his tongue on your clit and the speed of his fingers that came in and out of you with force.

“Shit Jungkook, fuck me hard. Now." You moaned, leaving his hair and holding the sides of the armchair. He wasted no time and stood up, positioning his cock in your entrance and slowly penetrating you. Panting and biting his li. Seconds later he was in and out of you quickly and hard, the way you two liked.

“I love the way you pulsates around me, baby.” He groaned, his forehead pressed against yours, his hips moving toward yours. You grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down, kissing him to stifle the moans.

It was not long before you were both cumming and exhausted.

“I can’t believe we’re finally getting rid of that hell.” Suhee said as Becca put makeup on her eyes. The three were getting ready in Becca’s room and would soon be heading toward the school where the graduation ceremony would happen.

“I don’t know why so much celebration, next year we will be studying again.” You said putting the lipstick to your lips, sitting in front of Becca’s dressing table.

“Yeah, but next year, we’re going to be gorgeous, hot fledglings among a bunch of hot, veteran hot guys. The college has a lot better than the school, we can make our schedules, have the fraternities parties, we can leave class when we want, have a lot of cat and smart man.” Becca said.

“Or donkeys and rich.” Suhee completed making you laugh. “You should have chosen a better course, (Y/N). Physics classes should not have many profitable men.”

“I’m not going to college to look for men, I already have mine and I’m very happy with him.”

“Did you and he make up?”

“Yeah, we talked yesterday and it’s okay. Luckily I do not regret being with him.” You said turning in the chair and facing the bed, looking at your friends.

“Girls, are you ready?” Becca’s mother yelled downstairs. “It’s picture time.”

“We're going, Mother.” The girl screamed and the three went down to the living room, gathering in front of the sofa to take the long-awaited graduation photo. None of you could explain in words the feeling of finally being formed, of finally taking a turn in your lives, and finally doing it together, as you always dreamed.

“What the fuck, I'm going to be late.” Jungkook grunted as he slipped his tie around his neck, staring at the bathroom mirror. He had been so busy with some things he had to do that day, that he had lost his time and now if he didn’t rush to get ready, he would be late for the graduation ceremony. He was not at all excited about all this, he hated the people at school and had no desire to participate, but you almost begged him to be there, and he couldn’t say no to you, even because he rarely said no to you. “Shit. (Y/N) will kill me.”

“You aren't afraid to fight guys twice your size, but you're afraid to be late for an event because of (Y/N)?” Hoseok stopped at the bathroom door, laughing at his friend. "You've gone from big bad wolf to little puppy."

“That's what a woman does to a man. If I'm late for this crap, she'll be able to stay for a month without having sex with me.” They both laughed. “How is the situation of the houses?”

“The Realtor said they are ready for visitors. Both have a basement that has the structure to make the panic room like the one we have here. It will probably be more spacious than here and will be able to store more weapons and more products. But you know she's going to find it, don’t you?”

Jeon was about to answer when he felt the cell vibrating in the pocket of his pants.

"Shit.” He mumbled picking up the phone in his pocket as Hoseok turned his back, walking towards the stairs, knowing that from then on, Jungkook rather be alone.

Jeon frowned as he saw a text message on his cell phone, from an unknown number. "Can you protect your girl from everything?" The blood drained from his face, and he dropped the tie around his neck, dialing your number and beginning to call you, as he turned away from the bathroom and yelled for Hoseok.

“Come on, shit!”

“What's up man?” Jung, who was still at the top of the stairs, stopped and turned back, seeing Jeon beginning to turn red and his eyes slightly wide.

“Something will happen with (Y/N).” Jungkook said trying to call you one more time. “An unknown number sent a message to my cell phone, I think she's in danger...”

"Yes, baby?" Your voice said across the line, making him sigh with relief.

“Damn, where are you?” He asked, pulling on his tie and throwing it into the hallway as he walked toward the stairs with Hoseok in front of him.

“What do you mean, where am I? At school. Where are you? The ceremony starts in 15 minutes ...”

“Listen to me, stay close to the people, don’t get away from the other students, get it?” He ordered, walking toward the front door. “If you feel in danger, yell as loud as you can, okay?”

“Yeah, but what's going on?” You asked confused.

“Just do what I'm saying, (Y/N). I'll be there in a few minutes.” He said leaving the house, going towards the car.

“All right.”

He hung up.

“Call the others and send them to school.” He ordered Hoseok as soon as they had entered the Dodge. He shook hands on the wheel and drove exceeding 100 hours, passing a red light, causing a mess in traffic. At the moment he was not worried about fines or the police, but thinking of a thousand ways to torture and kill whoever had sent that message and threatened the life of his girl.

“Is everything alright?” Suhee asked as soon as she saw that you had hung up the phone and had a question mark almost drawn on your forehead. You turned to her with a frown.

“Yes, it was Jungkook ... He was strange ...”

“Come on  (Y/N), let's agree that your boyfriend is not the most normal guy you ever met, right?”

“(Y/N).” Becca approached. "Your parents are sitting near the stage, they were asking about you. I think you should go talk to them, they seemed to be sad.”

“I’ll go there. If Jungkook arrives, tell him where I am.” You said turning away and walking through the field, where the stage was set. Walking through the chairs, you reached the side of the parents and relatives, where you saw their seated in the first two chairs of the second row. You bit your lips and walked toward them. It's been a while since you've talked to either of them. Since leaving home, you had not yet contacted them and was not really sure they would be there that day, but you were glad they were there. "Hi." You said and they both looked at you. Your mother instantly covered her mouth with both hands, beginning to cry. “Mom, what ...”

“You look so beautiful in this outfit, my dear.” She said hugging her and crying compulsively. You smiled and hugged her back. You looked at your father standing there, just watching you two with a sad look on his face. You just smiled at him, reaching out for him, calling him into the embrace. Having a family hug. He also cried. The last time you saw him crying, it was when your sister decided to move.

“I'm sorry for everything, (Y / N). We miss you.” He said.

"It's all right, Daddy. I miss you too.”

"Then come back home, my dear." Your mother said after you undo the hug. You took a deep breath and gave them a comforting smile. You didn’t want to fight with them, again. “I cannot stand the anguish of not knowing if you're doing well or not.”

"I'm fine, I swear, Jungkook is taking good care of me, I'm happy."

"And where is he?" Your mother asked and your father became serious. Even admitting that he was wrong to slap you and even miss you, he hadn’t forgotten that he didn’t like the boy.

"He's coming, he's only a little late ..."

"Everyone at your seats, please, the ceremony begins in 5 minutes ..." The speaker said into the microphone, and suddenly with the nervousness, you felt a great urge to go to the bathroom.

“I'm going to the bathroom before the ceremony starts, maybe after we can go out for dinner, maybe you can give Jungkook a try.” You asked with a hopeful smile on your face.

“Sure. We can try.” Your father said, pulling a gigantic smile from your face who waved and began to run to the lockiing room in the field where there was a ladies' room that you could use.

After using the toilet, you stopped in front of the mirror and took a deep breath after washing your hands. You were forming, literally going into adulthood. You'd soon start working and college. And you were happy, glad you accepted that ride Jungkook offered you. You were definitely happy with him despite some things that happened over the weeks, but you were sure that everything would get better, you just had to have faith.

You took off the cap and fixed your hair. Through the mirror, you saw the door being opened and a man who was twice your size came in. He was wearing a janitor's uniform, but you had never seen him there. You decided to ignore it, turning your attention to your hair, but when you saw that the man had not moved, you turned to him, waiting for him to say what he wanted.

“You are (Y/N), right?” He asked as he slowly approached you, like a predator approaching its prey. You frowned and looked at him suspiciously, nodding right after.

"And you are?"

"I'm a friend of Jungkook." He said even closer, forcing you to take steps back.

“I know all of Jungkook's friends. You are not one of them. Get out of here.”

“Of course, but first ...” And he lunged at you, pushing you against the wall and cupping your nose and mouth with a damp cloth, giving you no chance to scream. You started to get dizzy until you passed out in that man's arms.

Jungkook made the tires of his car roar as he skidded into the entrance of the school parking lot. He stopped anyway, leaving the vehicle desperately, with Hoseok. Another car stopped there, and the other three boys left, followed Jeon who were running toward the soccer field behind the school building. When they got there, they saw that heap of people in the field, parents and students, teachers, and needed to find you, so he told the boys to divide and look for her in the crowd. The desperation of not being fast enough, and something to have happened to you, took control of your body and he cursed himself for still having feelings.

"Suhee!" He screamed as he saw your friend talking to some other students. He grabbed her arm, turning her at once, startling her. “Did you see (Y/N)?”

"Uh yes, she went to her parents. They are there in front ..." He did not let her finish speaking and ran through the crowd, bumping into some, but not bothering to apologize, like always, trying to get to the front of the seats where he spotted your parents sitting.

"Did you see (Y/N)?" He asked as he approached. The two who had previously talked among themselves looked at him in surprise.

"Yes, and ..."

"Where is she? Do you know where she went?" He asked again, interrupting them. He was visibly irritated and worried, and your parents realized that.

" Did something happen..."

"Just tell me where she went, damn it, I have no time for questions." He almost shrieked nervously.

"She went to the bathroom, I think in the locker room ..."

Jeon turned and saw Hoseok passing almost on the other side of him.

“Hoseok.” Jeon caught his attention as he turned toward him. “Locker room.” He shouted, pointing to the field dressing room. They both ran toward the locker room, Jungkook nearly ripped open the bathroom door. There was no one inside, but there was a cap over the sink.

“There is no one in the male either.” Hoseok said entering the room. Jungkook picked up the phone, already with his hands shaking and tried to call you, but the number just turned off.

“FUCK.” He shouted kicking the door of one of the cabins tightly. Hatred bubbled in his veins. The two of them left the locker room, meeting the other three boys who shook their heads. Jungkook clenched his hands in fist, pacing back and forth, thinking desperately about something, in any solution. Who was the son of a bitch who dared do that? He thought.

“What should we do now?” Taehyung asked. Jeon spotted your parents heading toward them and not having the patience to argue or quarrel, knowing he might be running out of time, he motioned for them to follow him back into the parking lot.

“Whoever kidnapped her must have taken her to some hiding place, Yoongi, call Jin and ask him to delve our contacts, see if anybody saw some suspicious acting in some rival gang. Taehyung, the school has cameras in the corridors, I want you to find a way to pick up the recordings of today and find (Y/N) and the son of a bitch who kidnapped her. Namjoon, I want you to try to trace her number and the number that sent me the message, try to find out which location it was used, then look around the area and see if there are sheds, closed industries, abandoned buildings and let me know.” They all nodded.

“They would not be dumb enough to use the phone near the hiding place, Jeon.” Taehyung said, and Hoseok let out a sarcastic laugh.

"If they were dumb enough to kidnap Jungkook's girlfriend, then make sure they're dumb to anything else."

At the same moment, Jungkook's phone vibrated in his pocket. As he picked it up, he saw it was another message, but this time it was a picture. You were lying in the backseat of a car, unconscious.

"That was the most shit idea anyone could have." He snarled. “I want the head of this bastard.”

When you started to open your eyes, your views were blurry. You were dizzy and felt sleepy. You wanted to raise your hand to rub your eyes, but you couldn’t. Looking down, you saw that your arms were tied around the arms of the uncomfortable wooden chair you were sitting on. Confused, you blinked a few times, shaking your head, trying to remember what had happened. With your senses coming back and your memories too, you began to panic as you remembered what had happened before you passed out, which made you start pulling your arms out of the brown leather handcuffs that held you. Straining to free your wrists.

Seeing you could not free yourself, you began to look around, trying to get a sense of where you were. It seemed to be a basement somewhere, you didn’t know for sure. In front of you was another chair. It had a giant iron machine on your left side that was dusty, and looked rusty. On your right side was a table and a few cardboard boxes around it. There were some papers on the table.

You couldn’t move your head to look back, so you couldn’t see what was behind you, but in front of you, behind the empty chair, there was an iron ladder leaning against the wall leading to a door, so maybe you were on one floor under another floor. It was really a basement. You were not desperate, yes, you were scared, but not to the point of being desperate with it, and you didn’t know why. Most people would start screaming and crying for help, hopelessly trying to let go, but you were clear-minded, trying to think of why you were there.

The first thing you remembered was the man who attacked you in the bathroom in the school locker room. You looked down and still had your scholarship. The second thing was Jungkook. The call he'd made to you, asking you not to get away from people, that's what he was talking about, he knew something would happen, And that man said he was Jungkook’s friend, which led to the third conclusion, they had kidnapped you because of him. You sighed and let your head fall forward, now you need to remain calm, but instead of calming down, you felt irritation.

“This is the result you getting involved with a drug dealer, (Y/N). Besides you being forced to see your friend bleeding for being shot, and nearly losing your boyfriend in the middle of this story, now you’re stuck in a fucking bad remake of The Godfather. Why couldn’t you fall in love with the school nerd? The most dangerous thing he could be doing right now was building a killer robot. But no, you had to fall in love with Jeon Jungkook.” You grunted through your teeth, sarcastically as you tried to release your arms by pulling hard, giving an angry grunt, lowering your head in frustration.

It was when the creak of the door that led to that ladder caught your attention, making you look up. You saw four men entering. Both wearing black trousers and white blouses, both with guns in their hands. Your heart raced and your breathing threatened to do the same, but you pulled the air and held it for a few seconds, before exhaling and clenched the jaw. Your body wanted to despair, your arms and legs wanted to shake and your eyes wanted to tear, but you forced your mind not to do so. Stay calm (Y / N). You told yourself. You have to be strong. They're very big weapons, but you'll be fine.

As those four men approached and formed a circle around you, another man came in and closed the door behind him. Before he went down he paused for a moment at the top of the stairs.

“Wow." You can hear him whisper over his breath. He was tall and dressed differently from the others who were there, and his aura was quite different as well. Should be the boss. You thought. He wore leather shoes and a suit with a soft fabric, probably of a very expensive brand. As he approached, he sat down in front of you, propping his back against the back of the chair and examining you. He wasn’t handsome, his eyes were green, but that didn’t mean he was charming or something. He had a goatee, his hair cut mullet style, already a little gray.

"So you're the famous (Y/N)?" He asked after a few more minutes staring. You arched a brow when the word "famous" came out of his lips.

“I'd love to say it's true, but no. I haven’t had my debut yet.” You answered, not even knowing where that courage had come from. The man in front of you smiled, looking pleased with your answer.

“Usually I'd be pissed off at such a naughty little girl like that, but I understand, you seem to be a long time with that little cocaine salesman that people call Jungkook, you must have taken his bad habits from being rude.”

“In fact I've always been like that, bad cradle creation.” You replied. But what the fuck are you doing? Do you want to die? Your subconscious screamed. That man put his hand on his chin, on his beard, watching you once more. “Can I know why I'm here?”

“Nothing important...”

“Come on! If it's not important, why would the so-called orchestrator of everything would be here in front of me? I don’t know how things work in real life, but in movies when things are not important, bosses don’t show their faces.”

He reached the body forward, supporting his arms on his legs, getting even more curious about you.

"How are you so sure I'm the boss?"

“Your clothes. Your suit is Slim, made of cold wool, thin wires, probably Italian. Your tie is a silk jacquard, maybe Salvatore Ferragamo if I'm not mistaken and your shoes are leather. My mother works with luxury clothes, so I know the products. Even if you were the second in command, I don’t think you'd use something expensive like that so I assume you're the boss, or at least it would be if this were a movie.”

“Your perception is impressive. Did you learn all this from the movies or did Jeon teach you about it?”

“It's not because my boyfriend is from a gang that I have to be the dumb and innocent girlfriend. The reason I'm here is him, right?”

“Yes, he irritated us a lot ... He took some things that were ours ... He destroyed one of my establishments, he and his gang killed my subordinates ... So, nothing better and more cliché than kidnapping the enemy gang leader's girlfriend, don’t you think?” He asked, leaning back in his chair again. The seizure. Was that his place? Did Jungkook really steal from someone? “Is not that what would happen in a movie?”

“Yes, but I don’t know if you know, but at the end of the movie, bad guys always get bad.”

And then he smiled rising and approaching you, and drawing his face closer to yours, which made you gasp and swallow.

“Glad we're in real life, right sweet?” He whispered close to your face, letting that hot breath hit your face, and even if you had held your breath, the scent of his mouth came through your nostrils and you wished you could vomit. "Put the camera in position." He ordered, moving away from you that allowed yourself to breathe again. Glancing to the side, where had those boxes, one of the men who were armed opened one of it, taking out a camera and a dismounted pedestal, putting everything next to the chair that the man was sitting on. "Are you recording?" He asked and henchman nodded, signaling yes. Despair began to pour through your veins, imagining what he was about to do, and whatever it was, you didn’t like anything about it. “You know (Y/N), I understand why Jungkook likes you, besides being very pretty, you had a smart mouth and God knows what you can do with it.” He said reaching out and holding your lip, pulling it and releasing it. “If you're a good girl by the end, I untie you and let you suck me while one of my men or maybe all, fuck your hot pussy.”

“How lucky for me to be a bad girl then." You said between your teeth, feeling disgusted at his words, just to make you smile again.

“Bad girls deserve to be punished, you know that, don’t you?” And he hit you with a strong slap on your face, making you groan with pain. You were sure that if you were an owl, your head would have made a full turn because of the force he used. You took a deep breath, holding back the tears of pain and looked back at him. “"Look at that angry little face." He said grabbing your chin tightly. “I'd love to see those eyes filled with rage and tearing as you choke on my cock in the back of your throat. Too bad I cannot do that right now.”

“Not now and not ever.” You snapped and at the same time received another slap, even stronger, making the urge to cry even harder.

“Sir." One of the men called.

“What?” He practically yelled at the boy who was almost next to you.

“I'm sorry, sir, but ... I do not think you should do this to her ...”

"Are you crazy? Are you fucking crazy?” Said the furious man advancing against the boy and grabbing him by the shirt. “Do you think you can handle me, bastard?”

” Sorry sir, no, but you heard what Jungkook did to that man who just hit upon her ...” You turned your attention totally to the two, confused. "He's not going to be happy to see what we're doing to her ..."

"What did he do?" You interrupted them, drawing their attention. "What did Jungkook do and with who did he do?"

“You didn’t know?” The boss asked and you shook your head in denial. “He beat him to the point of almost killing him with a crowbar.” And if you were not crying before for the pain, now the tears rolled down your cheeks with no control. “Why are you so surprised? Do not you know your boyfriend's fame, baby?”

“Don’t call me that." You said between your teeth, causing the chief to throw himself at you, holding your chin tightly and pulling your hair back, forcing you to throw your head back.

“Do you think you're in the position or in the mood to order something here, you whore? Hm? You claim to be the smart girlfriend but you're being stupid enough to be petulant with the guy who trapped you in that fucking chair. You have no voice here, bitch. I do whatever I want with you, and you have to accept it. If I tell you to shut up, you shut up, if I tell you to open your fucking legs so I can fuck you like the bitch you are, then you're going to do it, or I swear I cut your throat and throw you to the dogs, understood?”

You didn’t answer, just took a deep breath as he released you.

"Let's go back to where stopped." He said, taking a penknife out of his suit pocket. You're not calm anymore. Of two one, or he would torture you, tear your skin with the knife, or release you and then possibly rape you. Neither option was good in your eyes and you didn’t know which was worse. And looking around once more, seeing that obviously no one there would help you, your eyes stopped in the camera. They were recording it. And if it was not for a sinister, disgusting and scary collection of torture footage, they would send it to Jungkook. And your heart broke, you didn’t want him to see anything that could possibly happen.

“So let's start at the beginning. Who are Century's suppliers?” The man asked and you frowned. "Are you suddenly silent?"

"I don’t know what you're talking about." You answered simply, and he held up his pocketknife, his eyes glittering wickedly.

“Wrong answer, little girl.”

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Too Late To Apologize - Min Yoongi (A)

— pairing | Min Yoongi /Reader — word c | 2,393 — genre | Angst. Break up. — summary | You were dating for three years and what you wanted most was being able to take care of him. But Yoongi was too busy with his job to realized that he was losing you. — warnings/tags | Some bad words. This fanfiction was inspired by Apologize, a One Republic’s song. 

"Can’t you do this just this once, baby? We haven’t had a real date for months, you only stay in this studio and-"

“I already said no, (Y / N). I am working. I'm doing something in my life. I need to write for the new album. I need at least four melodies until the end of the month. We can do it another day.” He said rubbing his eyes while you were still trying to convince him to leave work early for you have a dinner together. But it was always like this, he always put off for another day. It's been three months since you had your last romantic date. He would always uncheck the last minute, or leave you waiting for hours then send a message saying he couldn’t go. Life was being a boring routine. "Just go home, we'll talk later."

"But you promised me, Yoongi." You whimpered. Yoongi snorted irritably, throwing his head back.

"It's 'Yoongi Oppa', (Y / N), I already told you about it."

"You need to leave this room, stop for a while, you will end up getting sick. If you don’t want to hang out, we'll just go home so you can sleep a little, on a real bed and not on that uncomfortable sofa-”

“For God's sake, (Y / N), I said no. You aren’t my mother, so stop acting like you are, and stop “babying’ me. I'm 25, I don’t need you to tell me when to sleep or eat. I'm busy, unlike you who spends most of your day with your ass nailed to the couch in your living room. Why do you have to be so insistent and can’t understand when I say something just once? I don’t understand why you like so much about meddling in the lives of others, just go live yours and let me take care of myself. Go find someone else to annoy. Stop giving opinions and wasting my time and just go away. I'm already stressed enough to have to put up with you now.” He screamed, making you take a step back, amazed. He never yelled at you. You blinked a few times as he turned, put on his headphones, and turned his attention back to the computer.

His words hit the bottom of your chest, hurting you. You shrugged, sniffling, feeling like you could start crying at any moment. You didn’t mean to upset him, you were just worried about him, because you loved him. But a bad feeling came over your chest, making several questions hovering around your head. What was I doing there? Did he really want to be in a relationship with me? He was happy with that? No, he wasn’t. Because if he was happy, he wouldn’t say those things to you. You thought. He didn’t need a relationship with someone in need like you, he did not want you to worry about him, and apparently you were just making him waste his precious time. You got the message.

You took some deep breaths. You bit your lip a few times and opened your mouth about five times to say something, but no word left. You had nothing to say, you just wanted to cry at that moment. You turned your back and left the room, closing the door carefully to not bother even more.

Two weeks had passed since your discussion with Yoongi. You missed him so much, but you were not sure he felt the same. You didn’t see him, you didn’t speak to him either by call or message, he kept living his life at Bighit and in his studio, and you just worked and got some extra work to not think too much. While in the morning you worked as a receptionist in a hotel, in the afternoon you worked in a fried chicken shop.

You had just come home from work, and was exhausted. Luckily the next day you were off duty. Your weeks were like this, you were destroyed, but you preferred it than just shrinking in bed for the rest of the day, looking at the empty space beside you and crying over the things that Min Yoongi had said to you.

You dropped your house keys on the coffee table of the living room and walked toward the kitchen. Your head was starting to ache from exhaustion. You took a glass of juice and stood propped up on the kitchen counter for a few more minutes, wondering if you'd go to your bathroom to take a bath, if you ate something, if you went to the room to watch TV, or if you sat on the balcony of the apartment to think. It was when you heard footsteps coming from the living room, making your eyes widen in alarm, not knowing who was there. You put the glass on the table and walked toward the living room, bumping into Yoongi. The moment your eyes met, you knew he wasn’t there to make up.

"But where the hell have you been?" He asked in a harsh voice. You sighed and walked away from him, walking toward the bedroom.

"I was at work."

"You work from eight to noon, (Y / N)." He said out loud.

"I'm working two jobs now." You replied.

“Why? Do you need money? If you are, you can tell me that I give you some, you do not have to work two jobs.” He said, making you turn to him, you arched one eyebrow. Was he worried?

“No, I don’t need money. I just don’t want to spend my day with my ass on the couch.” You spoke remembering his words and felt that painful pang in the chest once more, but you gave a weak smile to disguise.

“Bullshit, I know you, you’re too lazy to work in two jobs just because there was nothing else to do. Do you owe money to anyone?”  You stepped back while listening to those words. Was that what he thought of you? Did he think you were lazy? You weren’t yet healed of the last fight you both had, so the urge to cry, attacked you again.

“You came here to insult me?” You asked, feeling offended.

“No, I came here because you didn’t talked to me for days, and I thought something was wrong, you can’t go a day without pissing me off, so I figured something should have happened.”

Ouch.

“You told me to go away and take care of my own life, leaving to understand that you didn’t want me to interfere in your or worry about you, that's what I tried to do.” You grunted, even more offended by his words. How had your relationship reached that point? Where he stepped on you and you didn’t even defend yourself.

“When did I say that?” He asked frowning, confused, searching in memory when he had said those things.

“Two weeks ago when you yelled at me because I wanted to get you out of the studio and take you out for a little bit of space.”

"I can’t believe you took that seriously." He said dropping an ironic laugh, looking at a corner of the room, before returning to look serious to me. "You're so dramatic."

“It's not drama, unlike you I have a heart. I was just trying to take care of you, like I've been doing since we started dating. But it's always like this, I try to make you care, then you fight me and I leave crying. If you don’t want a girlfriend, or if you don’t want me as your girlfriend, just say it at once and stop mistreating me." You spoke sadly, holding your hand to your chest. Your heart ached and your tears threatened to fall from your eyes.

“But of course I want you as my girlfriend. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be bearing you bothering me for so long.” He said raising his voice. Once again you were taken by surprise with his words. Was that so? You only bothered him? “And I'm so tired of all this work, it's such a big pressure for this new album that I just can’t stop working, and you are always asking me for things I cannot do the time, you know (Y / N), I have priorities!”

"Of course, why would I think I'm one of your priorities, right, Yoongi?" You asked sarcastically.

“What did I tell you, (Y / N)? It's Yoongi Oppa. Where is your respect? I'm still older than you.” He said, taking a step toward you. That made you reach your limit. All that situation and he was more concerned with formalities than with your relationship.

"And where is your respect, Min Yoongi?" You screamed, unable to contain yourself, walking from one side to the other. catching him by surprise, making him widen his eyes. You had never yelled at him. “We've been dating for three years and most of the time you've been treating me like I'm fucking a bitch, a sperm deposit where you come to my house at three in the morning, wake me up and get me down on my knees to suck your dick, to ease your fucking stress. And then the next day you ignore me and remind me of my true place in your life. I'm last on your list of important things, that's if I have a place in this shit.” You took a deep breath and stopped walking, looking at him before continuing. “You know what? Fuck you, Yoongi, I'm tired of doing everything you want. I'm tired of trying to make you take care of yourself, to take care of you. I'm tired of always trying, and always getting bad words in return. I'm at my limit. If you can not treat me like a fucking human, like the fucking girl who loves you and who would do everything for you, It is better it to end here and now.”

Yoongi was silent, he had never witnessed anything like this, he had never seen you angry and frustrated as you were at that moment.With all the work he and the boys were doing to promote the group, with all the pressure he was having on his head, he didn’t have time for anything else, not even to take care of your relationship. But he did not know it was being so bad for you, he didn’t know that he was being such a bad person to you and that he was hurting you that way, because he didn’t pay attention to you. He loved you, that was a fact, but with all that was happening, he couldn’t assimilate everything.

He looked at you who was standing in front of him, hands on your waist and head thrown back, taking a deep breath, sniffing, holding as much as possible your tears. You no longer knew what to do, you were tired of all the times you cried for him. You was tired of excuses, tired of giving other chances, thinking that he would change someday, tired of always falling and rising alone, tired of loving him with all your heart, body and soul, but receiving nothing in return. You knew you would suffer with all that, but it was time to put a stop to all that suffering. You sighed heavily and turned to him, who regarded you without knowing what to do.

“Leave, Yoongi. Ask for one of the boys to come get your stuff, it ends here. I will not suffer for you anymore.” And you walked toward the bathroom, entering and slamming the door behind you. You leaned against it, feeling like if your heart would come out of your mouth. You could hear his steps out of the room and then the door of the living room being slammed. That's when you allowed yourself to slide to the floor and cry compulsively.

Six months later.

Yoongi was walking down the sidewalk, heading for his favorite coffee shop in the city that was also close to the company. He had not spoken to you or seen you for six months. He missed you a lot, and often found himself staring at his cell phone, thinking of calling you to listen to your voice. He knew you were okay, because you kept in touch with Namjoon and he always heard from you. He was glad you were okay, but he just wanted a new chance to show that he could be a better boyfriend.

He was about to enter the cafe when he turned his face to the side and saw you coming out of a clothing store. You had a smile on your face and carried a bag in one hand. You still as beautiful as ever. Always so smiling and radiant, infecting everyone around you with your happiness, charisma and optimism. Yoongi's heart throbbed and he couldn’t contain the gigantic smile that came from his lips, with the euphoria spreading through his body, finally seeing you after all this time.

That was his chance. The chance to talk to you, to apologize and if necessary, beg for a new chance. He would do anything for you, change whatever it takes to get you back into his arms. He would be a better boyfriend, a better man, he would be what you deserved. Yoongi turned towards you, walking towards you, but stopped short in the middle of the way to see a man coming out of the store you had just left and wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you into a warm kiss that you accepted smiling.

Yoongi's world collapsed at that moment. Any fantasy he had created in his mind in which he got his forgiveness and you came back to him,  broke into bits like his heart. Anguish and pain took control of his body, making him paralyzed, seeing you give affection to another man. He didn’t know you were dating, you had never said anything to Namjoon, and if you had, he hadn’t said anything.

Yoongi stayed in the same place, watching you and that man walk away laughing and playing with each other, while his heart was scattered on the sidewalk, so that anyone could step on it.

Just then, Yoongi came to realize, that it was too late to apologize.

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The Ghost Of You - O1 (m)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader — word c | 5,346 — genre | Ghost au!, angst , eventually Smut.

— summary |  You started studying at a new university after an event that forced you to move to another city. In a city even smaller than you used to live, it was Vegas University, where you would spend the next two years of your life until the end of your course. Strange things begin to happen when you get there, and someone’s life - or death - depends on your choices. 

— warnings/tags |  Adult content, explicit sex, low slang words.

— Author’s note | This fanfic is based on the films ' The Pact ' and ' Down a Dark Hall '. There may be references of the two films in the fanfic, but the fanfic remains original. It's NOT plagiarism.

01 | 

“Get on the plane early, or you may end up being late to get to the University.” You grunted imitating your mother's voice as you kept your head down, covered by the hood, trying to hide your face from the rain as you pulled your two suitcases with you along the path the taxi driver said led to the Academy. “Well, Mother, you just forgot one thing, that when I got here it would be night, because the time zones are different, shit.” You shouted kicking a small stone that was in your way.

You had just got off the plane when you realized it was night. You were so stressed about the whole matter of university and country change that you didn’t even remember that when it was daytime in your city, it would be night. You spent half an hour slandering yourself for not having planned it in a better way, before asking one of the attendants at the airport to call a taxi. The taxi took you as far as he could, but when he saw the closed gates leading to the university, he said he couldn’t get past the gates and that you would have to follow the path alone. As soon as you got your bags in the trunk, the Taxi left and you stood in the rain, trying to decide what to do. Something inside you made you look sideways, feeling yourself being watched, and when you looked back, you heard a click that made you and your heart jump, looking forward, looking for where the noise had come.

The gate had been opened.

You frowned, looking for some circuit, to see if the gate was automatic and also looked for some camera, maybe someone was watching you there and decided to open the gate for you, but without wanting to stay any longer in the rain, you pushed the iron gate, listening to him squeak and entered.

The road to the Academy was covered in dirt, with trees on all sides and had not much lighting. The light poles were old and rusted, it would be a beautiful place, if it wasn’t dark and raining. You didn’t want to be there, you didn’t want to have moved where you lived, nor left your friends and relatives behind, but with everything that happened, that was the best you could do. As the path was ending, you could see a large building right in the front, it was a big place, not as big as the campus where you were studying some days ago, but it was still gigantic. Your aunt was the one who nominated this university to you.

It was an extraordinary place to study, she spoke so well from here that you were excited to start your classes, but at that moment, you didn’t want to admire anything, just wanted to dry. As you approached the stairway leading to the door, you climbed the rungs of the stairs, getting under the ceiling and sheltering from the rain. You prayed that someone was awake or that at least the door was open for you to enter, but before you even reached the doorknob, the door opened, loosening for you to enter, and even feeling a chill over it, you entered , dragging your soggy suitcases with you.

The place was great. And old. There was a large staircase that led to the other floor, on both sides, just in front of the front door. At the middle of it, there was a window. On both sides of the entrance hall, has doors. A gigantic antique chandelier illuminated the room and left the texture of the place like royalty, as if you were inside the mansion of someone very rich. The floor was made of wood and shone with the light that reflected in it. There were pictures of paintings nailed to the walls. The walls were fading, but gave a different texture to the place, making it more original.

"Miss (Y/S/N)." You jumped when you heard your name being called. As you looked at the stairs, you saw a woman, dressed in a black silk suit coming down, and smiling at you. You frowned, confused at how she knew your name. "Welcome to the Vegas Academy. I'm Principal Lynn. You've arrived earlier than we expected."

"Oh, sorry, I mistook the time zone and …"

"You're soaked." She said looking at you from top to bottom. “Come with me, I'll show you your room, there you can take these clothes or you'll end up catching a cold.” She said gesturing with her hands. You just nodded, climbing the stairs behind her.

The corridors were not lit with lamp or something electric, but with candelabrum's nailed to the walls every two meters away, so the hallway was a little dark. The corridor windows where you walked were closed and the white curtains as well. The only thing you heard there, beyond the noise of the rain, was the noise that your wet shoes made against the wooden floor.

"This will be your room from now on." She said opening one of the last doors of the hallway before another began, leading to the right side of the building. She came in and let you in too. The bedroom was not a big place, but it was bigger than the dorm you shared with your friend in your old college. You looked around, but stopped when you saw that there was only one bed. “The rooms are individual, Miss (Y/S/N).” Lynn said. Wow, here's better than I expected. You thought. “Make yourself comfortable, tomorrow we'll talk better, okay? The bathroom is at the end of the corridor here on the side, it's the last door. Would you like something to eat?”

“Oh no, thank you. And I'm sorry for having arrived at this time, and I'm sorry to have ... awake you or disturbed you ...”

"Don’t worry, I was awake, I was reviewing some papers." She said, smiling kindly at you. "See you tomorrow, Miss (Y/S/N). Have a good night." And so she turned her back, leaving the room and closing the door behind her. You let out a sigh and looked around the room. You took off your rain-soaked jacket and hung it in a hatter by the bedroom window. And something caught your attention. Looking out the window, through the rain and fog, you could see another big house in the field, probably identical to where you were, which was the university Vegas for boys.

You turned to your bags, opening them and thanking God that the fodder was thick and tough, not letting the rain soak your clothes and personal objects.The first thing you did was pick up your two portraits where one you were with your parents and the other you were with your friends. You looked around, not sure where you would put it, then left them on the nightstand beside the bed, deciding that you would think about it later.

You took a towel and dry clothes, plus some toiletries and decided to take a shower to warm up. Following Lynn's instructions, you followed the corridor at the end of the one you were in, heading toward the bathroom. When you got there, you undressed and finally entered one of the shower cabins, your body thanking the warmth of the hot water after going through all that cold. You took a deep breath before closing your eyes and putting your head under the water, trying to think that all that change would do you good and that it was necessary, but a strange, inappropriate shiver hit your spine, making you got out of the water and opening your eyes at once, as if you felt there was someone who was watching you.

You used your arms, trying to cover your body and leaned out of the Box, looking around, checking to see if anyone was really there, but the only thing you saw were the blurred sink mirrors and the incandescent lamp on the left side of the bathroom blinking, which was not strange to an old structure. The wires should already be corroded.

You shrugged and turned into the Box, lathering and rinsing. As soon as you finished your bath, you took the towel that was hanging outside the Box and dried, putting on your clothes soon after. When you stopped in front of the mirror to comb your hair, you used one hand to wipe the glass that was blurred, but the moment you did it, that light in the back of the bathroom, in front of the toilet cabins exploded, making a flash invade the bathroom and you stifle a startled scream, jumping and turning for once, seeing the shards of the lamp on the floor. You put your hand on your chest, and laughed at your own fright.

After combing your hair, you grabbed your wet clothes and left the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You tried to be as quiet as possible to not wake the other students who should be in their sleeping rooms, but as you turned the corridor, you let out a scream as you nearly slammed into someone, dropping your clothes, letting them fall to the floor and jumping back.

“Sorry.” The tall man said, with a small smile on his face. The messy blond hair, looking like he had just woken up, his fleshy lips holding a square smile, he had black eyes and his eyebrows lowered as he smiled. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

"No, it's okay, it's just ..." You took a deep breath, still wide-eyed, with the tremors still running through your body. “This is the second fright in less than 10 minutes, so it wasn’t your fault, I was vulnerable.” You smiled at him, bending down and picking up the things you had dropped.

"You are not from here." He said, making you lift your head and look at him while still with your knees on the floor.

“I'm a freshman. I arrived less than two hours ago ... problems with the time zone.” You said standing up. That's when you frowned and stared at him. He should not be there. After all, that was the women's dormitory. “Wait, what are you doing here? I thought the boys were forbidden in the girls' dormitory.”

"And they are, but rules were made to be broken.” He laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “By the way, I'm Taehyung.”

“(Y/N).”

"You said this was the second fright in 10 minutes... What was the other one? Are you scared by the old thing that is this place?”

"Oh ... um ... I was taking a shower and I felt like someone was watching me, and then a lamp exploded right behind me… so I just freaked out.” You smiled embarrassed. Taehyung took a good look at you before biting his lips, shoving his hands in his pockets and shrugging.

“You want me to take a look? Just in case! I'm not the only guy who sneaks through these hallways at night.” He said taking a few steps, turning in the hallway, stopping and looking at you who was holding your clothes against your chest. You blinked a few times, considering the idea of it, until you nodded and followed him toward the bathroom. Taehyung was the first to go in, while you took only a few steps inside, watching as he analyzed the place, looking into the Boxes and the toilette’s cabins. He didn’t look like a bad person, probably should be leaving some room of some girl and you couldn’t blame anyone, he was handsome and he was worth breaking some rules. You shook your head, sending that thought away, as soon as you saw him standing in front of the shattered bulbs. "Yeah, there's no one." He said biting the inside of his cheek before turning to you. “Maybe the ghost of one of the girls who died of boredom at this college came to tell you that you have to go to many parties this year if you do not want to end up like her.” He smiled at you and you laughed, shaking your head.

“I will remember this.” You said going into the hall. Taehyung accompanied you to the door of your room, where the two of you stopped and looked at each other.

“If you want me to show you the city or some cool place, let me know, I'm always out there. And if you can keep my coming here as a secret, I'd appreciate it ...”

“I’ll not tell anyone, I promise.” You smiled at each other. He nodded and turned away, heading toward the stairs. You entered your room, throwing your wet clothes in a corner, using the towel to dry your hair. Through the window, you could see Taehyung running toward the other building, under the rain. It had not been so bad, it seems, even if it had been clandestinely, you had already made a friend.

...

It had been over a month since you were in the new university. You hadn’t made many friends, but you already knew and talked with many of the girls who also studied there, but from the day you arrived there, you hadn’t gone out to the garden, or to meet the boys' university, even now having heard that many of them were hots. You were not yet accustomed to that place, so you went only to the places you needed to go, as for classes, canteen, bathroom, and your room. It was a bit lonely, you admitted, but it was good.

“You’ll go to town tonight, right?” Keila asked as you walked up the stairs toward your rooms. She was your neighbor, her room was in front of yours. You grimaced and she opened her mouth in indignation, slapping your arm. “You've been here for over a month, (Y/N), you need to socialize. It's good to have good grades, but you're going to go crazy if you don’t have some fun.”

“I know, it's just that it's weird to hang out without my friends, I feel like I'm cheating on them." You said, making the girl at your side laugh loudly. “What!”

“I appreciate your loyalty, seriously, but I'm sure they have not stopped hanging out because of you. And anyway, they're there and you're here. What eyes don’t see, the heart doesn’t feel, so try to put on a short skirt or tight pants, because today ,you go to a party with me.”

…

It was seven in evening when you and Keila came to the famous bar she talked about, half of the university was there, because it was technically the only bar in town that accepted new hormone-filled adults in there without ordering gala clothes or good behavior. It was a typical roadside bar, but in the middle of the town, it mixed all the tribes, from the poorest to the richest, from the rockers to the hipsters. What mattered in there was what they were going to drink and who they were going to kiss.

There were several tables in there, and they were all crowded with people, so many of them were standing, drinking glasses in their hands, talking or kissing, while random music played in the boxes across the ceiling. Unlike the bars and pubs you were accustomed to going to, that place was well lit, not sophisticated, but cozy. There were billiards and geek tables for anyone who wanted to play. There was also a small dance floor near those tables for anyone who wanted to dance. There were also some murals scattered around the walls for anyone who wanted to sign his name there and leave his mark. The bar had style.

"Now I'm going to introduce you to the most hot guys of the University." Keila said grabbing your wrist, not letting you pronounce yourself and pulled you toward the pool tables. In passing by some people, you observed where she was taking you and who was playing pool. One of them was bending over the table, calculating his shot, while the other had beer in a bottle, resting one arm on his club. “Hey guys. This is ...”

“(Y/N)! Hi!” The man who had once been bent over the table, after making his move, got up and looked back, and to your surprise it was Taehyung. He wore ripped jeans, black sneakers, a white T-shirt under a thin black sweater, black half-finger gloves, and a black cap, letting his fringe fall over his eyes. He smiled at you and approached, slipping one of his arms over your shoulder and giving you a hug. "I thought you had died of boredom."

"If Keila had not convinced me to come here today, I'd probably be dead by tomorrow." You laughed with him, remembering the joke he made when you meet.

"Wait a minute, you know each other?" Keila asked beside you.

"Yeah, she got me out of Victoria's room the last time I was in the ladies' dormitory.” He laughed.

"Since no one's going to introduce me, I'll do it." The other boy said, circling the table and standing next to you. He had dark brown hair and broad shoulders. He wore a black blouse, pants of the same color. "I'm Jin, Keila's boyfriend."

"You're not my boyfriend," Keila said instantly, making Jin smile at her, and wink at her.

“Yet.” He leaned forward and gave her a kiss.

“Okay, (Y/N) and I are going to get some drinks, meanwhile, try not to have sex at the pool table.” Taehyung said dropping the bat on the table and walking with you toward the drinks counter.

…

Keila and Jin eventually disappeared from the bar while you and Taehyung talked about random things, sitting at one of the tables near the dance floor. Taehyung definitely was not just a pretty face, he was funny and smart too, but even with all that, you couldn’t be attracted to him, not to want to throw yourself in his arms at least.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked while you were watching the people at the bar. You nodded. “Why did you come here? With so many cool places to go, with so many better universities in the world, why did you choose here?”

“Because here it is away from the rest of the world. And I needed that, I needed to get away from some things, some people and some problems. When I first heard of this place, I just thought, why not? I do not have much to lose anyway.”

“And what were you trying to get away from?” He asked again and you bit your lip. You didn’t want to talk about it at that moment. “Okay, forget I asked that, how about we drink some more and then dance like we're not going to wake up with our heads hurting like we're being trampled by a herd of elephants?”

"It's a great idea, Taehyung …"

"Tae.” He corrected you, “Call me Tae"

…

Another month has passed since that day, you and Taehyung ended up becoming really friends, talking whenever you could. You, he, Keila, and Jin would meet at lunch every day to complain about classes and plan what you would do over the weekend, and sometimes at night you slip out of the dormitory into the woods to light a fire and tell horror stories, making jin yell several times, which was the most craven of the four.

Everything was going well until strange things started to happen to you. When you were alone in your room, you felt creepy, you felt as if there was someone there with you. Your things moved by themselves, you left something in a certain place, but when you went back to the room, that thing was in a totally different place. You left the door locked and talked to Lynn about the case of someone invading your room, but nothing had ever been stolen or damaged, just moved. Windows and doors closed on their own, without a breeze to push them. Sometimes you could even hear the voice of a man grumbling something, as if he were complaining about something. The voice was low and soft, and you could not recognize it, and you never found out if it was something in your head or if any of Taehyung’s friends was trying to play a trick on the girls.

One day you woke up in a jolt at tree in the morning. You could not remember if you had had a nightmare, just felt the need to drink water and calm your heart. You went down the stairs to the first floor, hugging your body because you felt the chill of dawn combined with rain falling outside. As you took your glass of water, you were climbing the stairs, heading toward the hallway of your room, but stopped walking when you heard a melody being played. It could be some of the girls listening to music, but you were not sure that some of those promiscuous girls liked to listen to Mozart because that was what they were playing. You decided to follow the melody, and ended up in front of the music room on the second floor. You frowned, wondering who would be there at that time, playing Mozart. You held the doorknob of the wooden door and pushed it in, but at the same moment the melody stopped.

"Okay, this is very strange." You whispered to yourself as you looked around the room and realized there was no one around.

You walked toward the piano and circled. It wasn’t an electric piano, there was no way anyone could have let the music play alone. You looked at the bench, frowning, the feeling you had at that moment, it was as if there was someone sitting there. You shook your head. That was not possible. You reached out to touch the bench, but the loud crack of the wooden window being opened, and the wind and the rain pouring in, made you jump and run toward it, closing it. You took a deep breath and shook your head. You headed toward the door, deciding to forget all that and go back to sleep. As soon as you closed the door behind you, your entire body shivered as you felt like someone had just passed you by. You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the chill that crept up your spine and hurried to your room, where you slipped under the covers and forced your brain to sleep.

The next night was one of those nights where you fled the dorm and went into the woods. The four of them were gathered around the fire, talking about their supernatural experiences, and you decided that perhaps it was time to tell your friends what was happening to you. Keila and Taehyung laughed, while Jin as usual, was scared.

“That's no laughing matter, guys. And if the dorm is haunted? What if the boys dorm is haunted, too?”

"Ghosts don’t exist, you coward chicken." Keila said punching him in the arm, making him wince and look indignant at her. "It could be the wind closing the doors and windows, we are in the middle of the forest, the wind here is usually very strong.”

“The windows open inward, there's no way the wind can come in and pull the windows shut. And I never felt even a breeze strong enough to push the wooden door of the bedroom. And what about the piano playing alone?”

"It should be one of the girls listening to music, (Y/N)." Keila rolled her eyes.

"Of course, as if the girls at that university knew what Mozart is. If I ask one of them what Mozart is, they will tell me  ‘Is it any shoe brand?’ "

"It must be the ghosts of the girls who died of boredom who are haunting you, telling you that you have to get laid." Taehyung said as he licked his lips and smiled at you shortly after. You laughed and slapped him lightly on the arm.

"Jesus, stop talking about this, for God's sake, or I'll have nightmares tonight." Jin grunted, making the other three laugh, It was when Taehyung looked serious at once, frowning and squinting, glancing over Jin's shoulder. You who were sitting next to him and Keila who stood next to Jin, stopped laughing and followed his gaze, searching for what he was looking at. Jin stopped laughing and his eyes widened. "What, what are you looking at?" He asked scared, looking behind him, looking for something, and the moment he looked back, Taehyung threw his hat on Jin who screamed and jumped, still sitting on the trunk, losing his balance and falling backward, back to the ground. You laughed at the despair of your friend who stood up furiously, throwing the cap on Taehyung and heading toward him. Taehyung got up still laughing and ran off, being chased by his angry friend.

"Come back here, you son of a bitch." Jin shouted, chasing after his friend. You and Keila got up, knowing it was time to go back to the bedroom. You threw earth at the stake and walked the same path the other two had followed, finding them lying on the ground, laughing at each other.

During the short drive back to the building, while Keila and Jin led the way, you and Taehyung were behind the,, both silent, he with his hands in his pockets and you hugging your body, because of the chill of the dawn. The couple in front hugged each other as they walked and it made you smile, even though she was playing hard to win, you knew she liked Jin, even if his jokes were terrible. It made you remember the good times you had before you had to move, when your relationship was a good thing and not a reason for your tears of sadness and shame.

As soon as you reached the dormitory, Keila and you climbed into the bedrooms, while Jin and Taehyung went to the men's building. As soon as you stepped in the corridor of your room, you stopped walking, feeling that same chill that you felt when something strange was about to happen. The building was so quiet you could almost hear the candles on the candle holder burning bit by bit. You walked again, shaking your head and sending that feeling away. When you entered your room, you closed the door behind you and turned to the bed.

“What the fuck!” You screamed as you see a young man standing in front of your blackboard where your pictures were with your friends and family. The boy turned to you with boredom on his face, staring at you, as if it was nothing strange that he was in your room. You kept staring at him, watching him. He was tall, had black hear e dark brown eyes.He wore a white T-shirt and black pants. The shoes were the same color. “What the fuck are you doing in my room? How did you entered here? The door was locked.” You asked, hoping he would say something, but he just frowned, blinking in confusion. The boy remained silent, he put his hand on his chin thoughtfully, still staring at you.

“Is she seeing me?” He asked loudly, as if he were ignoring you there. “Nah, it’s impossible...”

“Of course i’m seeing you, i’m not blind, you dumbass.” You responded with anger bubbling in your veins. You hated strange people coming into your room or messing with your things. He was not supposed to be there in the first place, the boys’ university was on the other side of the field. The boy’s eyes widened at your words, looking totally surprised. And then he started to smile, staring at you. “Okay, that’s enough! Get the fuck out of my room, or i’m going to call the security…” You said starting to open the door, but suddenly he appeared in front of you, causing you to scream, jump back in shock and fall on your butt. The door closed without him touching it, and you also heard the lock been locked. You stared wide-eyed at what had just happened.

“Wait”

"How did you… How you… What…”

“I’m going to explain everything, i swear, but please, just tell me that you can hear me clearly and not just senseless growlings.”

“I-I can. I can hear you clearly.” You answered, with your whole body shaking. “Who-who are you and how did you-”

“My name is Jungkook. And i’m a ghost."

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Keila's voice said from outside the door.The man in front of you stared at the door and you heard it being unlocked, and suddenly it was opened. The girl came into the bedroom worried, and when she saw you lying on the floor, with a frightened look on your face, she frowned and walked over to you, past the boy's side, as if he wasn’t there. “What happened? Why are you on the floor? Why did you scream?”

“Didn’t you see?" You asked confused, taking your eyes off your friend to look at the boy standing there, watching you both, curious in his eyes.

"Didn’t i see what?" She asked turning back, glancing around the room, looking for something that might be the reason for your scream, but unable to see anything.

"She can’t see me." The boy said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Why?" You asked him, but Keila turned to you with a frown again.

“Why what?” She asked, but you didn’t take your eyes off the boy, hoping he would answer you. Keila arched one eyebrow and followed your gaze, staring at the empty wall beside the door. "What are you looking at?"

"Like I said, I'm a ghost, no one should see me. So I can’t explain how you're seeing me," He responded with normal voice, as if all that were not extremely strange and scary.

"(Y/N)!" Keila caught your attention, making you look at her. She was still waiting for you to respond, but what were you going to tell her? That you were talking to a ghost? With a hallucination? That there was someone invisible behind her? Or she'd punch you, thinking you were doing it to scare her, or she'd call you crazy. You looked at that boy again before you answered her.

"There was a mouse here, I ... I got scared and stumbled into my shoes ... It must have come out the window …"

“Oh, I hate mice.” She said helping you up. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm sorry for scaring you."

"No, it's okay, don’t worry, I'll go back to my room then, good night."

"Good night." You smiled at her, but as soon as you closed the door, the smile disappeared from your face and you turned to face the person next to you. "I want you to explain to me what the fuck is going on."

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What Goes Around Comes Around - JJK

→ pairing | Jeon Jungkook x Reader / Changkyun(IM) x Reader

→ genre | smut, angst, cheater!jungkook

→ word count | 7,231

→ summary |After you broke up with him months ago for finding out he was cheating on you, Jungkook sees you having sex with Changkyun in a dressing room.

→ warnings |sex, Adult content, A lot of cursing, Jungkook being a little shit, a lot of bitching, angst, some fluffy? Don't know. There is smut.

→ A/N|  I had some parts of this fanfic already ready and as I was out of inspiration for another thing, I decided to put it all together and write this.. I wanted to dedicate this to both ARMYs and monbebes, because I know there aren't many fanfics with I.M around here. And I don't know why, since Changkyun is such a sweetheart. Give him a chance. Maybe I'll write a part two with Jungkook smut. I hope you like it, if you can reblog I would be very grateful. Send me asks with your thoughts, I'm always open to opinions.

You and Jungkook started dating three years ago, during the Love Yourself Answer album promotions, which is when you joined the BTS dancer team.In the beginning everything was flowers and fairy tales, even though dating was hidden from fans, even if they weren't forbidden to date, all the affection you received from the other guys and all the love you got from Jungkook seemed to be enough, but the The truth is, you just didn't seem like enough for him, at least not anymore.

You were nervous as fuck, you couldn't even remember the last time you performed in front of so many people.It was probably on BTS' last tour. And you didn't even want to imagine what a scandal it would be when when he found out you were going to perform with MonstaX. Jungkook never liked your friendship with Changkyun, always saying that he didn't want to be just your friend, that he wanted to fuck you, that the first chance he had to steal you from him, he would. And then he would start accusing you, saying that you liked the attention I.M gave you, that you liked to make him jealous and that you probably should have cheated on him over and over again. What had never happened, and would never happen, after all, you loved Jungkook and would never do anything to hurt him.

You never imagined that all those accusations were a shield to protect him from his own guilt. You had arrived a few hours earlier at HYBE to practice some of the new choreography that Hoseok had shown you. And as you passed in front of one of the rooms, you heard moans, moans you knew very well, peeking through the door lock, you could see very well the figure of Jungkook fucking another girl from behind, one of the staff. The next thing you remember is running away from there, locking yourself in Namjoon's studio, crying, sobbing, as he tries to calm you down and while Jungkook knocks on the door begging to come in.

After calming down a bit, and picking up your cell phone texting the first person that appeared on your screen, begging them to get you out of there, Namjoon convinced you to listen to what Jungkook had to say. He bent down in front of you who were sitting on top of the loveseat, while Namjoon was beside you, holding your hand. This happened for months, he cheated on you for months, saying that he was very anxious and stressed and that you were always busy practicing or studying, and that's why he ended up falling for the other woman's temptation. He didn't even have the courage to take the blame for his own mistake, he blamed you for not paying attention and blamed the other woman for provoking him. You were so enraged that as soon as he closed his mouth, your hand went to his cheek, making him fall on his ass on the floor, perplexed.

You left the studio and strode towards the elevator, seeing Jungkook running towards you as the doors closed. Already used to exiting through the back entrance, you ducked past the other staff and pushed open the emergency exit door, bursting into tears as you finally stepped out of the building.

"What happened?" The familiar voice made you look up and see Changkyun walking towards you, eyes wide and face worried. “I got your message. Why are you crying?”

"Jungkook." You hissed between sobs. "He cheated on me."

“What? That little fucker.” And he hugged you, letting you cry on his shoulder. Changkyun was a very sweet guy, he was quiet, he listened more than he spoke and always seemed to be willing to do anything to make you smile. On the same day you had met, two years ago, he had already called himself your best friend. And even though he was a sweet, calm, understanding guy, he was extremely scary when he got angry. Just like Jungkook. At the same moment, Jungkook had thrown himself against the door, calling your name, stopping to run when he saw you in another man's arms. Worse yet, in the arms of the man he knew had his own intentions with you.

"Yah! What the fuck are you doing here?" He yelled and pointed his finger towards you. Changkyun shot him a look before grabbing your shoulders and pushing you gently, releasing you from his embrace.

"My car is just around the corner, come on." He said ignoring the steric screams of the younger one, who was now held back by the hyungs who had finally managed to catch up to him, before he started a fight and ended up on the front pages of the gossip magazines.

You didn't see him again, except for the day you took your resignation letter to HYBE's HR. He wanted to talk to you, but the members themselves wouldn't let him, as they knew there was nothing he could say or do that would put an end to all the insecurity and sadness he had caused you.

Changkyun was the one who helped you out of the pit. He and the other boys welcomed you into the family and let you watch them train and practice. You spent more time with I.M and he let you hear his new compositions and kept your head busy. In time you had memorized all their choreographies and impressed with how quickly you had to learn them, they asked if you wanted to work with them, and because that was your profession and because you loved what you did, and for obviously being unemployed, you accepted. And that ended up bringing the two of you even closer.

And that brought you back to the present.

You were standing behind the stage, shaking, this would be your first performance together with another group, away from Jungkook and without Hoseok's tips. It would be a mix of songs, Jealousy, Shoot Out and God Damn, and the other seven guys didn't seem nervous at all. And you knew that BTS would be in the audience, after all this was an award show and they had been nominated for multiple awards. You thank god the whole team was wearing masks.

When the lights went out, everyone got into position as the curtains would go up in a few seconds and the performance would start. You were beside Changkyun and he was so close to you, you could feel his breath on you, and you could feel his heart beating, close to yours. You didn't know where the courage or the will to do it came from, but when you did, you had lifted your mask and pressed your lips to his. He stood still, the lack of light, everything being dark, you didn't know what his expression was, you didn't know if he liked it or hated it, so you quickly walked away, lowering the mask again, seconds later the lights came on and his eyes were glued to yours, and he had a bright smile on his face, which was a bad thing, as they couldn't smile during the performance.

Jungkook was in the audience with the other guys, he blinked a few times, with the feeling that he already knew one of those dancers on stage, which was strange.

"Stop frowning, the camera is about to fall on us." Yoongi warned him and the younger one obeyed, softening his expression. "What's it?"

"I don't know, I'm under the impression I know that dancer." The youngest said covering his mouth so no one could see what he was saying.

"There are a lot of them, be specific."

"The one with the stars on the... That's (y/n)." He almost yelled, widening his eyes and pointing at the stage, Yoongi hurriedly grabbed his wrist and lowered it, scolding him with his gaze.

"What's it?" Jin who was beside her asked.

"Jungkook is thinking one of the dancers is (y/n)." Yoongi said, waving at the camera as it landed on them.

"It's not possible, she didn't tell me anything about working for Starship." Namjoon whispered to his friends.

"I'm sure hyungs. I was with her when she got that tattoo." Jungkook bent down to get a bottle of water and as he did so, he whispered. "That son of a bitch besides stealing my girlfriend, now has her as a dancer."

"You betrayed her in the first place. He didn't steal her from you, you handed her over to him on a tray." It was Hoseok's turn to speak. "Now stop the scandal before some fancan catches you freaking out." And then the stage lights went out, the next song was about to start, Changkyun grabbed your hand and pulled you against him as the other members of the group and dancers left the stage, leaving just the two of you.

"You have no idea what you activated in me." He whispered in your ear and backed away a few inches, the lights coming on again. And as the audience cheered and applauded, he winked at you and then flashed a dirty grin, which made your whole body tingle. Jungkook shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clenching his jaw at the sight of you so close to another man. All the fears he had of seeing you leave him for another man were manifesting. And in his mind, you were still together, still dating, he just needed time with you to convince you of that, he only needed ten minutes, but you had run away from him for months. This was his chance, after the performance, he would talk to you, whatever the cost.

Seconds before he started, you both walked confidently towards the front of the stage, where sparks erupted as he started his chorus. The audience screamed in excitement, being surprised by the choreography, seeing you dance around the idol with sensual movements, but nothing explicit, which ended up holding everyone's attention as the two danced close together and seemed to connect with each movement, giving goosebumps everyone who watched that performance, whether present there or on television, not knowing that a song like that could have such an engaging choreography. The chemistry between the two of you just couldn't be seen by those who didn't want to.

The two of you turned around, facing each other and dancing together. You were smiling under the mask, having fun with what you were doing, even increasing the steps with a few more movements, like throwing your arms up and down through your body. As for him, he would smile at you, he was having fun because he was doing what he liked and because you were enjoying it too. He liked the idea of you being happy doing that with him.

As soon as Changkyun's part was over, he flashed a seductive smile to the audience as he put his arm around your shoulders and you put your arm around the boy's back and you both walked sensually across the stage. The lights went out once more and Jungkook swore, his voice not being heard as the crowd went wild. And when the lights came on again, the whole group was on stage accompanied by the other dancers, ready to perform Jealousy, and there was no other song that explained so well what Jungkook was feeling at that moment. He was so jealous, both of the closeness you had with the other guy, and of never having had the opportunity to dance to a sexy song with you on stage. You had so much charisma, so much stage presence, you were the perfect dancer, the perfect woman for him and you were in the arms of another man. Fuck!

They were then called by a Staff, it was time to prepare for their presentation, which would be the next one after the commercials. One by one they got up and went to the dressing room, not getting to see the end of MonstaX's performance.

After leaving the stage, the boys celebrated the success of the performance and as everyone went to the dressing room, Changkyun who was a little behind, held your hand. You looked at him and he was smiling as he walked, it was a cute, innocent smile, different from the one he had given you a few minutes ago.

“You two were amazing, did you see how the audience reacted to you? wah, even I got goosebumps from that dance." Minhyuk said, rubbing his arms, laughing.

"They could even say you two are dating or something." Kihyun said, looking over his shoulder at the boy who was walking calmly. "Are you?"

“I don’t know.” The boy next to you, squeezed your hand and pulled it, making you spin and hit his chest, who now had his arm over your shoulder, still holding your hand, but this time your faces were much closer. “Maybe.”

“Finally someone who is willing to take your virginity." Jooheon joked and received a middle finger from Changkyun as you laughed, embarrassed. "Is this how you treat your hyung?"

"Sorry hyung, but please go fuck yourself."

"At least he's polite, Jooheon, we teach him well." Shownu said, making the others laugh.

And when they reached the dressing room door, the others walked in while the two of you stayed outside for a little while longer.

"How it feels?"

"I feel like I can rule the world." You laughed at the cliché. "That was amazing, really. You know, at first I was super nervous, but then you looked at me and gave me so much confidence that I just got carried away and wow."

"Was it better than performing with Bangtan?" He asked, getting closer, holding your waist that was so euphoric that you didn't even notice the approach.

"It was different. You know, with BTS the choreographies were much heavier, and more difficult, Hoseok does what he can to make them as unique as possible, and that takes a lot of strength and a lot of energy. And even though I had fun, I don't think I had all that eye-to-eye emotion like I did with you, after all, I've never danced a solo like today, not even with, well, you know who.”

"What about the kiss you gave me? How did you feel?"

"I-I don't know." You bit your lip, seeing his eyes leave yours and move towards yoour mouth. "I just felt like I had to take the chance, I felt like I would never get another chance like that. I know I shouldn't have done that..."

"You're all wrong, babe." He sighed, bringing one of his hands up to your face, caressing your cheek before cupping your chin, his thumb going to your lip and stroking it. He licked his lips, slowly bringing his face to yours, making your heart race like a race car. "You should have done this a long time ago." You swallowed hard and closed your eyes as your breath hitched, the urge building more and more, his scent, his voice, his touch, god, you wanted him. And just as your lips were about to touch, a scream startled you both, making you pull away. As you looked to the side, Jungkook came towards them, along with Jimin and Taehyung. Changkyun took a deep breath, clenching his jaw, closing his eyes tightly before forcing every muscle in his body to pull away from you and turn towards the others as they approached.

"Get away from her"

"Why should I walk away from her?"

"You have no right to touch her."

"And why not?" he asked crossing his arms in front of his chest, annoyed. "She wants it, so do I. What's the problem?"

"You know very well what the problem is." Jungkook said taking a step towards the two of you, making you roll your eyes. In the last few weeks you had found yourself wondering what your reaction would be when you saw Jungkook again, you thought you would cry, you thought you would want to slap him, you even thought you wouldn't resist him and you would come crawling back to him, but you never thought you'd actually be rolling your eyes, irritated by the sound of his voice.

"Jimin, put some reason in his head" You asked the older one, who looked at Taehyung before looking at Jungkook.

"Maknae, that's enough." Jimin said holding back. "Let's go, or we'll be late for the performance. Leave them alone."

"Kate, you can't do this." He said, this time looking in your direction. You took a deep breath, thinking of the best way to answer him, but Changkyun was quicker and answered for you.

"She knows what she can and can't do. And she can kiss me if she wants to, and I know she wants to."

"She is my girlfriend." Jeon yelled threatening to step forward while the other boy burst into loud laughter. The noise caught the attention of the guys in the next dressing room, leaving the room and meeting confused faces as Changkyun bent his knees laughing.

"What's up?" Shownu asked confused, you shrugged and shook your head. "I.M?"

"They say the Golden Maknae can do anything, but I didn't know that comedy was one of your gifts, Jungkook." The boy said wiping the tears that had fallen from his eyes as he laughed, seeing Jungkook get even redder. "Get real kid, she's not your girlfriend anymore, she stopped being when you cheated on her with some skank.”

"It was a mistake, a mistake that only concerns her and me, you have nothing to do with it, so let us both work it out."

"Look at her. Does it look like she wants to 'work out' something with you?" Changkyun's angry voice reappeared. Jungkook looked at you who were huddled between Changkyun and the guys at the dressing room door.

"Jeon Jungkook I swear if you're looking for a fight again, I'll tell Bang-PD." Namjoon's voice rang out from behind the three Bangtan Boys who turned around, making room for the leader to pass. "Go back to the dressing room now, or else." Jimin and Taehyung waved at you before turning around and walking back down the hall, Jungkook looked at you for a few more seconds before doing the same. As for Namjoon, he whispered an apology to you before bowing to greet the other guys and following the path of his members.

"You know that if you got into a fight with Jungkook, he would have ripped you in two, don't you?" Minhyuk asked, making the boy frown. "What? Have you seen the size of his arms? He looks like two tree trunks."

"Who needs enemies when you have Minhyuk as a friend, right?" Hyungwon joked, making the mood lighter.

"Let's go back outside to our seats, the next performances are about to start." Shownu said.

"You can go ahead, I'll change first." Changkyun said, slinging his arm over your shoulder, you felt yourself burning with embarrassment seeing the boys' eyes all over you.

"Are you going to change or are you going to change (y/n)'s clothes too?

"Stop being so annoying, Jooheon." Kihyun said holding the boy's neck and pulling him away."

"Come on honey, let's talk." He said pulling you into the room and closing the door.

...

After going on stage, Jungkook couldn't concentrate, the only thing he could see was Changkyun's vacant seat and think about where he could be. Was he with you? Had the two of you gone, were you doing something? Jungkook has never wished for a performance to end as quickly as this one. He couldn't lose you, he couldn't. He needed to have one more chance, just one more chance to make everything right. He would do everything right, he knew it. After all as Changkyun himself said, he was the Golden Maknae, he could do anything.

"Jungkook, where the hell are you going?" Namjoon called out to him, seeing that the boy was following a different path than the one leading to the group's dressing room. "You'll end up getting punched in the eye and I won't do anything to defend you, you're being a pain in the ass today."

"I won't do anything wrong, Hyung, I promise." Namjoon shook his head in disbelief.

"She wants nothing more to do with you, kid. Accept it and move on before you get hurt." Yoongi said. "Go, but you know, if you get in trouble, the whole group's reputation is on the line."

“I know, hyung. Thank you.”

And so he continued on his way.

Back in the dressing room, you and Changkyun were inside the cramped bathroom, you were sitting on the sink, and he was between your legs, hands on your thighs, while yours were in his hair. You didn't know how long you were there, but your lips were starting to hurt and swell from kissing him so much. Your makeup must have been all smeared with sweat, not even dancing had you sweated like that.

“Fuck, i want you so fucking much.” He whispered, using one hand to cup your face, looking into your eyes as your ragged breaths tried to synchronize. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled as close as possible, moaning as you felt his cock brush against the fabric covering your private parts. "You will drive me crazy."

"Have me. Take me, please." You begged, didn't giving a damn about where you were, you knew someone could walk in at any moment, but you were wrapped up in so much ecstasy, you couldn't control yourself anymore.

"Shit, wait a minute." He said, giving you a quick kiss before rushing out of the bathroom, leaving you with an emptiness between your legs, and your entire body tingling every second. You leaned your head against the mirror behind you and closed your eyes, biting your lips, one of your hands stopping at your breast and massaging it while the other stopped between your legs, massaging your pleasure point.

"Fuck, what a sight." His voice made you open your eyes and see him with dark eyes. Desire, lust, passion, you could see it all in those eyes. And it was all for you. "Take your pants off, sweetheart." He said, closing the door behind him. You did as he said, stood up and took off the pants you were wearing, leaving only your panties that could easily be pushed aside. He hurried to lower his own pants, lifting his shirt and putting the hem in his mouth, holding it while he put the condom on his cock. And what a dick. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, just wanting to be able to feel him, even if it was over the condom. You knelt in front of him, replacing his hands with yours, massaging his member before putting it in your mouth, swallowing as much as you could, moving as fast as you could, watching him throw his head back and roll his eyes. He gasped, his chest rising and falling, his muscles tensing. “Hell no, babe.” He grabbed a piece of your shirt and pulled it up at once, grabbing you around the waist, and sitting you down on the sink again. "I'm going to come inside you tonight, another day you can do whatever you want with me, but not today, got me?"

“Yeah.”

“Good.” He whispered and then kissed you, holding your face on both sides, a kiss so deep you could barely breathe. He then released one of his hands from your face, and went down to between your legs where he pushed your panties to the side, touching the waterfall that was at your entrance. he cursed. "I want to taste you, but if I wait a little longer, I'll come without even having fucked you."

"Please don’t." You whispered against his lips. Desperate for more.

"I promise to make it up to you when we get out of here, hm?"

"Hmm." You barely managed to respond, feeling him enter you, arching your back, feeling him stretch you. “yes” You dragged the word out, before you hugged him by the shoulders and he hugged you around the waist, starting to move against you, until he was finally all inside, pounding to the end, hard and slowly, rolling his hips against yours, your body unable to keep still, trying your best to get more friction, more movement. “Fuck.”

“Yes babe, fuck. Soo good for me.”

“"The door!" You whispered, seeing that it hadn't closed properly, and the wind seemed to be opening it.

"Don't worry, no one will come in here until I leave, the guys are good at giving us privacy." he whispered.

"Let me hold it." You asked not too sure. He smiled and nodded giving you a kiss on the forehead, helping you down, you faced the door, with your hands flat on it as he held your waist and positioned himself at your entrance, entering again, slowly, making you throw your head back and press your fingers against the door, wanting to dig your nails into the wood with pleasure. “Faster, please.” And he did what you wanted, increasing the force of the thrusts and the speed too, getting to the point where you couldn't hold back your moans anymore, letting them invade the entire bathroom and probably the dressing room on the other side of the door as well. The air was so hot, you were so sweaty that sweat was running down your body, wetting your shirt, as was Changkyun, but neither of you wanted to stop.

He then grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you back, making your back lean against his chest, one hand holding your neck while the other was around your waist, his lips were against your ear, talking dirty things that he would still do with you and everything was so intense, you both closed your eyes, the moans coming out of your mouths more and more sly, louder. And when you felt like you were about to come, you held his hands, your insides tightening, your entire body tensed as he fucked you hard, with desire.

"Oh fuck, babe." He groaned and tightened his arms around you.

""Shit, I'm cumming, fuck."

"Fuck, (y/n). Oh."

And you felt like you were in free fall, your legs got weak and thanks to Changkyun you didn't collapse.

The two of you held still for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation, your hearts beating, racing, your breathing heavy, your head spinning and his scent soothing you. You had never imagined doing something like this, or even feeling something like this being with him.  It was strange to feel that way. You had always felt that Changkyun was different in some way, you knew that ever since you met him, he seemed to be special, but you didn't know he was that much. If you were in love with him, you'd be fucked. You spaced out for a second, feeling his light kisses on your neck , and only when you felt a cool breeze in your body. that something popped into your mind. The door. When you opened your eyes, the bathroom door was open, and worst of all, Jungkook was right in the middle of the dressing room, eyes glued to you. Anger, hate, despair, that's what you saw in his eyes, and it was all because of you.

"Shit" Changkyun hurried to close the door, slamming it hard and using his foot to hold it. For the first few seconds you felt nothing, and when reality hit, you were filled with humiliation.You felt ashamed, dirty, and all the pleasure you had just felt turned to disgust. "Honey, are you okay?" He turned you to face him. You shook your head, just wanted to cry. In fact, you were already crying. "Oh no, babe, don't cry." He pulled you into a hug. "Dress up okay? You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"But he just saw us..."

"We closed our eyes for a few seconds, we don't know how much he saw, it's okay." He then quickly took off the condom, rolled it up and threw it away. Then he put his pants on and helped you into yours.

"Just hold my hand and stand behind me, okay?"

"Hm"

When he opened the door, you kept your head down, your face still burning. Standing behind him, with your face close to his back, hiding as much as possible.

"(Y/n)" Jungkook voice as he said your name was broken, and you could only feel even more guilty about what had happened.  You didn't want anyone to see you at a time like that, least of all your ex boyfriend.

"Get out of my way, Jungkook"

"I swear to god I'm going to rip your face off if you don't let go of her, Changkyun, I'm at my wit's end with you. I should blow you all over for what I just witnessed." And now his voice was menacing.  Minhyuk hadn't lied when he said that Jungkook would be able to split Changkyun in two, he had been boxing for a long time and could win any fight, especially with people who didn't know how to fight. "Let go of her. (y/n), let's go."

"Back off."

You knew that if you didn't interfere, they would end up fighting and getting hurt, so you just let go of I.M's hand and walked out from behind him. He frowned at you. You were shaking, you didn't want to look into Jungkook's eyes again, but you had to, and this time, you could only see sadness in his eyes, even though his expression was one of pure hate.

“I'll go with you.”

“(y/n)...” I.M whispered your name confused and... hurt perhaps? and you looked at him, holding back tears, the corners of your lips turning down as you forced yourself not to cry. You tried to smile, tried to show that everything was fine even though you couldn't lie in that situation. And so you turned to Jungkook, the smile fading. “I'm right behind you.” And you pointed towards the door. He gave I.M one last look before heading towards the exit and you did. As soon as he walked out into the hallway, Jungkook turned around to say something but you interrupted him. “Let's not have this conversation here, Jungkook, come on.”

And so you made your way to the boys' dressing room, heads down so no one could see your red eyes. And when you entered BTS' dressing room, only the guys were there, no staff, just them. Which would make possible the scandal that was to come.

“What was on your mind to do something like that?” Jungkook asked as he closed the door behind them with all his strenght, drawing the boys' attention. "Have you gone completely crazy? What happened to you? You would never do such a thing.” And as you looked around at everyone else present, you took a deep breath, trying to keep control of your calm. You were no longer ashamed, you were simply furious.

“What do you want from me, Jungkook? What do you want me to say?”

“I want you to tell me why I walked into that room and found you two having sex in the dressing room bathroom.” He raised his voice, and behind the two of you, the boys looked at each other wide-eyed. They had seen the two of you fight before, they were used to it, but apparently they had never witnessed anything like this. Not even the day you saw him cheating on you. “You kept telling me that there was nothing between the two of you, that you were just friends, but less than two months after we broke up,  you are fucking him? And worst of all, in a place where anyone could go in and see. Have you no shame? Aren't you ashamed that you told me you didn't feel anything for him, but now you're having sex with him? Did you do it while we were dating too?”

“Oh, fuck you, Jungkook. You're not going to come here and accuse me of cheating.” You cursed. “You have no right to question me about my life. I don't have to explain anything to you.”

"You're fucking mine." he yelled.

"I'm not yours." And you did too. “You cheated on me, you were the reason our relationship ended, I.M was the one who was there for me when I spent nights crying, sobbing thinking I wasn't good enough, that I wasn't pretty enough, because the man I loved cheated on me with a fucking staff. I saw the two of you, Jungkook. I found you fucking her.”

"And now you decided to do the same? Did you decide that you were going to have sex with him here, knowing that I wanted to talk to you, knowing that I would come after you, knowing that there was a possibility that I could walk into that room and get you two?”

"Stop fucking accusing me. I didn't do anything thinking about you, on the contrary, everything I did was thinking about him." You spat out your words, already out of patience to try to maintain civility.

“Hey guys.” Namjoon tried to intervene, leaving where he was and stopping beside the two. “You two are hot-headed, you need to calm down first before it gets out of hand. Have this conversation another day, hm? Or you will end up regretting the things that will be said now.”

"No, I don't want to talk to her another day, she needs to explain to me right now why she was having sex with another guy..."

"Oh my god, are you listening to any words I'm saying?" You asked, this time in a lower voice, but still not believing what you were hearing. “Get real, Jungkook. You cheated on me, we broke up, period. What I do with other people, what Changkyun and I were doing in that bathroom is none of your business. I didn't want you to see it, I didn't want anyone else to see it.”

“So glad I was the one who walked into that room and not one of the MonstaX guys, because otherwise they would have gotten you in a position where they could see your pussy, which would be embarrassing, unless of course they're screwing you too.”

"I'm so fucking sick of it." You sighed, placing your hands on your hips and looking to the corner of the room before turning to the boy. That was supposed to be a perfect day, everything was going well until he started acting like you were still together, as if you committed a crime for having sex with Changkyun. “You should choose your words better Jungkook, if there's any bitch in this room, that bitch is you, who couldn't keep your dick in your pants during our relationship. We've been together for over five years, and at no time have I done anything to hurt you. But you always did the opposite, always accusing me of something I never did, always being cold to me when you were angry about something, always preferring to hang out with your friends than spend time with me. And to be honest, I got it. I understand why you never wanted to go public about our relationship, I understand why you were always stressed, I know what your life is like and your obligations, but nothing gave you the right to do what you did to me or accuse me of this nonsense. And I don't give you the right to keep acting like my boyfriend, acting like nothing happened, like I'm the wrong one. It’s done, accept it.”

Soon the room was silent, you could only hear the noise of the groups performing on stage and the fans singing along. The other guys continued without saying a word or acting on what was happening. You ran your hand over your face, tiredness was wearing you down, after all, it wasn't every day you danced, fucked and fought.

“Look, I shouldn't even be here, I only came because I didn't want you to freak out in front of him, I didn't want you to do something stupid that could hurt him and put Bangtan's reputation on the line. I'm going now. I hope you get on with your life, because I'm gonna get on with mine.”

And walking past him, you opened the door leaving the room without even saying goodbye to your friends. You just wanted to take a taxi and go home, but before you could walk back to MonstaX's dressing room, Jungkook's hand reached for your forearm and pulled you back hard, making you spin around and slam into his chest, eyes wide both from his action and from the fact that any minute that hallway would be full of idols, staffs and probably cameras too.

“We are not over. I made a mistake. And I'm sorry, I was weak, I was stupid, it shouldn't have happened, but I'm here, apologizing and begging you to rethink your decision."

“Let go of me”

“(y/n)”

“I said let go, Jungkook.” And so he did, he let go of your arm, but he didn't pull away from you. "Don't follow me, don't call me, don't try to talk to me anymore, leave me alone. You don't deserve a second chance and even if I gave you one, you'd ruin it. You don't know how to have things, you only know how to conquer them, and after you get them, you keep them in a cardboard box in your basement."

"This is not true." And his voice was broken again, red eyes full of tears, so full that it started to slide down his face.

"It is. You never showed that you loved me, Jungkook, you just showed me that I was yours, and nothing else. You only used me when you needed to and when I wasn't available, instead of waiting for me, you went after another woman, perhaps several other women.”

"I love you" He started to sob. Chin tense, nose red, sniffling, chest rising and falling rapidly. You hated to see him like this, but you hated him even more."Please, please don't leave me. I've changed. I'll never do anything like that again, please, I beg you." And he took one step towards you, but you took two steps away from him. He covered his face with his hands, bursting into tears, no longer controlling how much he cried, nor the volume of his voice. Jimin was the first out of the dressing room, followed by the other guys who looked alternately between you and him. “P-please babe...”

“Goodbye, Jeon.”

And when you turned your back, you could hear him call your name, and as much as you wanted to go back and hug him, say that everything would be okay, you knew it wouldn't be like that.

1 YEAR LATER

“Hyung, where is the..." Jungkook's words died when he entered Namjoon's studio and saw that he was watching a live on the computer. Changkyun was the one on the screen.

A few weeks earlier, many pictures of you and Changkyun on a Caribbean cruise ended up being posted on the internet. Everyone freaked out. In the pictures you kissed, hugged, played and had fun. There was no way to deny that. The whole world already knew he had a girlfriend and his face was all over the news in every possible newspaper. When you sat in the manager's office to talk about it, the first thing he said was that you should break up, but Changkyun refused. And as he had already talked to the other members of the group, he had already decided that he would not extend his contract with Starship, which is why he no longer felt obliged to follow the company's rules, although they were never forbid from dating.

So it was time to go public.

Namjoon was one of the first to know and so the other guys in BTS were also informed, and everyone was happy that you were happy. Except Jungkook.

"His fans will never let him assume a relationship like that, they will hate her, they can't go public at all. She will suffer." And even though he was really worried about you, he was also jealous, jealous that the other guy would do to you what he wanted to do.

"Like I said, I have a girlfriend. And I'm really happy to know that so many people, so many fans are supporting us right now."  And while he smiled, Jungkook just got angrier. "She is very important to me and makes me very happy. She is always by my side and is a monbebe just like you guys. I'm sure that when  you meet her, you will love her, just like me."

Jungkook couldn't forget you and he had tried so hard but nothing could replace what you were to him. And even though he couldn't accept the end of your relationship, even after a year had passed, he was happy that you had gotten your bachelor's degree in dance and now you were planning to open your own dance school, aimed at the poorest kids who could not afford dance lessons.

"I hope you respect her and take care of her as you do to me. She deserves all the love in the world." Changkyun continued to speak. Jungkook left the studio, he didn't want to hear that man's voice anymore, the one who stole his happiness, who stole the woman of his life. Who was he trying to fool? He screwed up, it could have been him making that announcement, it could have been him now telling the world how happy he was with you by his side.  But all he had left was an empty space in the bed and a broken heart with no chance of mending or healing. He just wanted you back, but right now, he didn't stand a chance.

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Ok so Tumblr is not delivering my post to my followers Or y'all really don't like I.M . Or this fanfic is very poorly written. What is the most plausible explanation?

What Goes Around Comes Around - JJK

→ pairing | Jeon Jungkook x Reader / Changkyun(IM) x Reader

→ genre | smut, angst, cheater!jungkook

→ word count | 7,231

→ summary |After you broke up with him months ago for finding out he was cheating on you, Jungkook sees you having sex with Changkyun in a dressing room.

→ warnings |sex, Adult content, A lot of cursing, Jungkook being a little shit, a lot of bitching, angst, some fluffy? Don't know. There is smut.

→ A/N|  I had some parts of this fanfic already ready and as I was out of inspiration for another thing, I decided to put it all together and write this.. I wanted to dedicate this to both ARMYs and monbebes, because I know there aren't many fanfics with I.M around here. And I don't know why, since Changkyun is such a sweetheart. Give him a chance. Maybe I'll write a part two with Jungkook smut. I hope you like it, if you can reblog I would be very grateful. Send me asks with your thoughts, I'm always open to opinions.

You and Jungkook started dating three years ago, during the Love Yourself Answer album promotions, which is when you joined the BTS dancer team.In the beginning everything was flowers and fairy tales, even though dating was hidden from fans, even if they weren't forbidden to date, all the affection you received from the other guys and all the love you got from Jungkook seemed to be enough, but the The truth is, you just didn't seem like enough for him, at least not anymore.

You were nervous as fuck, you couldn't even remember the last time you performed in front of so many people.It was probably on BTS' last tour. And you didn't even want to imagine what a scandal it would be when when he found out you were going to perform with MonstaX. Jungkook never liked your friendship with Changkyun, always saying that he didn't want to be just your friend, that he wanted to fuck you, that the first chance he had to steal you from him, he would. And then he would start accusing you, saying that you liked the attention I.M gave you, that you liked to make him jealous and that you probably should have cheated on him over and over again. What had never happened, and would never happen, after all, you loved Jungkook and would never do anything to hurt him.

You never imagined that all those accusations were a shield to protect him from his own guilt. You had arrived a few hours earlier at HYBE to practice some of the new choreography that Hoseok had shown you. And as you passed in front of one of the rooms, you heard moans, moans you knew very well, peeking through the door lock, you could see very well the figure of Jungkook fucking another girl from behind, one of the staff. The next thing you remember is running away from there, locking yourself in Namjoon's studio, crying, sobbing, as he tries to calm you down and while Jungkook knocks on the door begging to come in.

After calming down a bit, and picking up your cell phone texting the first person that appeared on your screen, begging them to get you out of there, Namjoon convinced you to listen to what Jungkook had to say. He bent down in front of you who were sitting on top of the loveseat, while Namjoon was beside you, holding your hand. This happened for months, he cheated on you for months, saying that he was very anxious and stressed and that you were always busy practicing or studying, and that's why he ended up falling for the other woman's temptation. He didn't even have the courage to take the blame for his own mistake, he blamed you for not paying attention and blamed the other woman for provoking him. You were so enraged that as soon as he closed his mouth, your hand went to his cheek, making him fall on his ass on the floor, perplexed.

You left the studio and strode towards the elevator, seeing Jungkook running towards you as the doors closed. Already used to exiting through the back entrance, you ducked past the other staff and pushed open the emergency exit door, bursting into tears as you finally stepped out of the building.

"What happened?" The familiar voice made you look up and see Changkyun walking towards you, eyes wide and face worried. “I got your message. Why are you crying?”

"Jungkook." You hissed between sobs. "He cheated on me."

“What? That little fucker.” And he hugged you, letting you cry on his shoulder. Changkyun was a very sweet guy, he was quiet, he listened more than he spoke and always seemed to be willing to do anything to make you smile. On the same day you had met, two years ago, he had already called himself your best friend. And even though he was a sweet, calm, understanding guy, he was extremely scary when he got angry. Just like Jungkook. At the same moment, Jungkook had thrown himself against the door, calling your name, stopping to run when he saw you in another man's arms. Worse yet, in the arms of the man he knew had his own intentions with you.

"Yah! What the fuck are you doing here?" He yelled and pointed his finger towards you. Changkyun shot him a look before grabbing your shoulders and pushing you gently, releasing you from his embrace.

"My car is just around the corner, come on." He said ignoring the steric screams of the younger one, who was now held back by the hyungs who had finally managed to catch up to him, before he started a fight and ended up on the front pages of the gossip magazines.

You didn't see him again, except for the day you took your resignation letter to HYBE's HR. He wanted to talk to you, but the members themselves wouldn't let him, as they knew there was nothing he could say or do that would put an end to all the insecurity and sadness he had caused you.

Changkyun was the one who helped you out of the pit. He and the other boys welcomed you into the family and let you watch them train and practice. You spent more time with I.M and he let you hear his new compositions and kept your head busy. In time you had memorized all their choreographies and impressed with how quickly you had to learn them, they asked if you wanted to work with them, and because that was your profession and because you loved what you did, and for obviously being unemployed, you accepted. And that ended up bringing the two of you even closer.

And that brought you back to the present.

You were standing behind the stage, shaking, this would be your first performance together with another group, away from Jungkook and without Hoseok's tips. It would be a mix of songs, Jealousy, Shoot Out and God Damn, and the other seven guys didn't seem nervous at all. And you knew that BTS would be in the audience, after all this was an award show and they had been nominated for multiple awards. You thank god the whole team was wearing masks.

When the lights went out, everyone got into position as the curtains would go up in a few seconds and the performance would start. You were beside Changkyun and he was so close to you, you could feel his breath on you, and you could feel his heart beating, close to yours. You didn't know where the courage or the will to do it came from, but when you did, you had lifted your mask and pressed your lips to his. He stood still, the lack of light, everything being dark, you didn't know what his expression was, you didn't know if he liked it or hated it, so you quickly walked away, lowering the mask again, seconds later the lights came on and his eyes were glued to yours, and he had a bright smile on his face, which was a bad thing, as they couldn't smile during the performance.

Jungkook was in the audience with the other guys, he blinked a few times, with the feeling that he already knew one of those dancers on stage, which was strange.

"Stop frowning, the camera is about to fall on us." Yoongi warned him and the younger one obeyed, softening his expression. "What's it?"

"I don't know, I'm under the impression I know that dancer." The youngest said covering his mouth so no one could see what he was saying.

"There are a lot of them, be specific."

"The one with the stars on the... That's (y/n)." He almost yelled, widening his eyes and pointing at the stage, Yoongi hurriedly grabbed his wrist and lowered it, scolding him with his gaze.

"What's it?" Jin who was beside her asked.

"Jungkook is thinking one of the dancers is (y/n)." Yoongi said, waving at the camera as it landed on them.

"It's not possible, she didn't tell me anything about working for Starship." Namjoon whispered to his friends.

"I'm sure hyungs. I was with her when she got that tattoo." Jungkook bent down to get a bottle of water and as he did so, he whispered. "That son of a bitch besides stealing my girlfriend, now has her as a dancer."

"You betrayed her in the first place. He didn't steal her from you, you handed her over to him on a tray." It was Hoseok's turn to speak. "Now stop the scandal before some fancan catches you freaking out." And then the stage lights went out, the next song was about to start, Changkyun grabbed your hand and pulled you against him as the other members of the group and dancers left the stage, leaving just the two of you.

"You have no idea what you activated in me." He whispered in your ear and backed away a few inches, the lights coming on again. And as the audience cheered and applauded, he winked at you and then flashed a dirty grin, which made your whole body tingle. Jungkook shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clenching his jaw at the sight of you so close to another man. All the fears he had of seeing you leave him for another man were manifesting. And in his mind, you were still together, still dating, he just needed time with you to convince you of that, he only needed ten minutes, but you had run away from him for months. This was his chance, after the performance, he would talk to you, whatever the cost.

Seconds before he started, you both walked confidently towards the front of the stage, where sparks erupted as he started his chorus. The audience screamed in excitement, being surprised by the choreography, seeing you dance around the idol with sensual movements, but nothing explicit, which ended up holding everyone's attention as the two danced close together and seemed to connect with each movement, giving goosebumps everyone who watched that performance, whether present there or on television, not knowing that a song like that could have such an engaging choreography. The chemistry between the two of you just couldn't be seen by those who didn't want to.

The two of you turned around, facing each other and dancing together. You were smiling under the mask, having fun with what you were doing, even increasing the steps with a few more movements, like throwing your arms up and down through your body. As for him, he would smile at you, he was having fun because he was doing what he liked and because you were enjoying it too. He liked the idea of you being happy doing that with him.

As soon as Changkyun's part was over, he flashed a seductive smile to the audience as he put his arm around your shoulders and you put your arm around the boy's back and you both walked sensually across the stage. The lights went out once more and Jungkook swore, his voice not being heard as the crowd went wild. And when the lights came on again, the whole group was on stage accompanied by the other dancers, ready to perform Jealousy, and there was no other song that explained so well what Jungkook was feeling at that moment. He was so jealous, both of the closeness you had with the other guy, and of never having had the opportunity to dance to a sexy song with you on stage. You had so much charisma, so much stage presence, you were the perfect dancer, the perfect woman for him and you were in the arms of another man. Fuck!

They were then called by a Staff, it was time to prepare for their presentation, which would be the next one after the commercials. One by one they got up and went to the dressing room, not getting to see the end of MonstaX's performance.

After leaving the stage, the boys celebrated the success of the performance and as everyone went to the dressing room, Changkyun who was a little behind, held your hand. You looked at him and he was smiling as he walked, it was a cute, innocent smile, different from the one he had given you a few minutes ago.

“You two were amazing, did you see how the audience reacted to you? wah, even I got goosebumps from that dance." Minhyuk said, rubbing his arms, laughing.

"They could even say you two are dating or something." Kihyun said, looking over his shoulder at the boy who was walking calmly. "Are you?"

“I don’t know.” The boy next to you, squeezed your hand and pulled it, making you spin and hit his chest, who now had his arm over your shoulder, still holding your hand, but this time your faces were much closer. “Maybe.”

“Finally someone who is willing to take your virginity." Jooheon joked and received a middle finger from Changkyun as you laughed, embarrassed. "Is this how you treat your hyung?"

"Sorry hyung, but please go fuck yourself."

"At least he's polite, Jooheon, we teach him well." Shownu said, making the others laugh.

And when they reached the dressing room door, the others walked in while the two of you stayed outside for a little while longer.

"How it feels?"

"I feel like I can rule the world." You laughed at the cliché. "That was amazing, really. You know, at first I was super nervous, but then you looked at me and gave me so much confidence that I just got carried away and wow."

"Was it better than performing with Bangtan?" He asked, getting closer, holding your waist that was so euphoric that you didn't even notice the approach.

"It was different. You know, with BTS the choreographies were much heavier, and more difficult, Hoseok does what he can to make them as unique as possible, and that takes a lot of strength and a lot of energy. And even though I had fun, I don't think I had all that eye-to-eye emotion like I did with you, after all, I've never danced a solo like today, not even with, well, you know who.”

"What about the kiss you gave me? How did you feel?"

"I-I don't know." You bit your lip, seeing his eyes leave yours and move towards yoour mouth. "I just felt like I had to take the chance, I felt like I would never get another chance like that. I know I shouldn't have done that..."

"You're all wrong, babe." He sighed, bringing one of his hands up to your face, caressing your cheek before cupping your chin, his thumb going to your lip and stroking it. He licked his lips, slowly bringing his face to yours, making your heart race like a race car. "You should have done this a long time ago." You swallowed hard and closed your eyes as your breath hitched, the urge building more and more, his scent, his voice, his touch, god, you wanted him. And just as your lips were about to touch, a scream startled you both, making you pull away. As you looked to the side, Jungkook came towards them, along with Jimin and Taehyung. Changkyun took a deep breath, clenching his jaw, closing his eyes tightly before forcing every muscle in his body to pull away from you and turn towards the others as they approached.

"Get away from her"

"Why should I walk away from her?"

"You have no right to touch her."

"And why not?" he asked crossing his arms in front of his chest, annoyed. "She wants it, so do I. What's the problem?"

"You know very well what the problem is." Jungkook said taking a step towards the two of you, making you roll your eyes. In the last few weeks you had found yourself wondering what your reaction would be when you saw Jungkook again, you thought you would cry, you thought you would want to slap him, you even thought you wouldn't resist him and you would come crawling back to him, but you never thought you'd actually be rolling your eyes, irritated by the sound of his voice.

"Jimin, put some reason in his head" You asked the older one, who looked at Taehyung before looking at Jungkook.

"Maknae, that's enough." Jimin said holding back. "Let's go, or we'll be late for the performance. Leave them alone."

"Kate, you can't do this." He said, this time looking in your direction. You took a deep breath, thinking of the best way to answer him, but Changkyun was quicker and answered for you.

"She knows what she can and can't do. And she can kiss me if she wants to, and I know she wants to."

"She is my girlfriend." Jeon yelled threatening to step forward while the other boy burst into loud laughter. The noise caught the attention of the guys in the next dressing room, leaving the room and meeting confused faces as Changkyun bent his knees laughing.

"What's up?" Shownu asked confused, you shrugged and shook your head. "I.M?"

"They say the Golden Maknae can do anything, but I didn't know that comedy was one of your gifts, Jungkook." The boy said wiping the tears that had fallen from his eyes as he laughed, seeing Jungkook get even redder. "Get real kid, she's not your girlfriend anymore, she stopped being when you cheated on her with some skank.”

"It was a mistake, a mistake that only concerns her and me, you have nothing to do with it, so let us both work it out."

"Look at her. Does it look like she wants to 'work out' something with you?" Changkyun's angry voice reappeared. Jungkook looked at you who were huddled between Changkyun and the guys at the dressing room door.

"Jeon Jungkook I swear if you're looking for a fight again, I'll tell Bang-PD." Namjoon's voice rang out from behind the three Bangtan Boys who turned around, making room for the leader to pass. "Go back to the dressing room now, or else." Jimin and Taehyung waved at you before turning around and walking back down the hall, Jungkook looked at you for a few more seconds before doing the same. As for Namjoon, he whispered an apology to you before bowing to greet the other guys and following the path of his members.

"You know that if you got into a fight with Jungkook, he would have ripped you in two, don't you?" Minhyuk asked, making the boy frown. "What? Have you seen the size of his arms? He looks like two tree trunks."

"Who needs enemies when you have Minhyuk as a friend, right?" Hyungwon joked, making the mood lighter.

"Let's go back outside to our seats, the next performances are about to start." Shownu said.

"You can go ahead, I'll change first." Changkyun said, slinging his arm over your shoulder, you felt yourself burning with embarrassment seeing the boys' eyes all over you.

"Are you going to change or are you going to change (y/n)'s clothes too?

"Stop being so annoying, Jooheon." Kihyun said holding the boy's neck and pulling him away."

"Come on honey, let's talk." He said pulling you into the room and closing the door.

...

After going on stage, Jungkook couldn't concentrate, the only thing he could see was Changkyun's vacant seat and think about where he could be. Was he with you? Had the two of you gone, were you doing something? Jungkook has never wished for a performance to end as quickly as this one. He couldn't lose you, he couldn't. He needed to have one more chance, just one more chance to make everything right. He would do everything right, he knew it. After all as Changkyun himself said, he was the Golden Maknae, he could do anything.

"Jungkook, where the hell are you going?" Namjoon called out to him, seeing that the boy was following a different path than the one leading to the group's dressing room. "You'll end up getting punched in the eye and I won't do anything to defend you, you're being a pain in the ass today."

"I won't do anything wrong, Hyung, I promise." Namjoon shook his head in disbelief.

"She wants nothing more to do with you, kid. Accept it and move on before you get hurt." Yoongi said. "Go, but you know, if you get in trouble, the whole group's reputation is on the line."

“I know, hyung. Thank you.”

And so he continued on his way.

Back in the dressing room, you and Changkyun were inside the cramped bathroom, you were sitting on the sink, and he was between your legs, hands on your thighs, while yours were in his hair. You didn't know how long you were there, but your lips were starting to hurt and swell from kissing him so much. Your makeup must have been all smeared with sweat, not even dancing had you sweated like that.

“Fuck, i want you so fucking much.” He whispered, using one hand to cup your face, looking into your eyes as your ragged breaths tried to synchronize. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled as close as possible, moaning as you felt his cock brush against the fabric covering your private parts. "You will drive me crazy."

"Have me. Take me, please." You begged, didn't giving a damn about where you were, you knew someone could walk in at any moment, but you were wrapped up in so much ecstasy, you couldn't control yourself anymore.

"Shit, wait a minute." He said, giving you a quick kiss before rushing out of the bathroom, leaving you with an emptiness between your legs, and your entire body tingling every second. You leaned your head against the mirror behind you and closed your eyes, biting your lips, one of your hands stopping at your breast and massaging it while the other stopped between your legs, massaging your pleasure point.

"Fuck, what a sight." His voice made you open your eyes and see him with dark eyes. Desire, lust, passion, you could see it all in those eyes. And it was all for you. "Take your pants off, sweetheart." He said, closing the door behind him. You did as he said, stood up and took off the pants you were wearing, leaving only your panties that could easily be pushed aside. He hurried to lower his own pants, lifting his shirt and putting the hem in his mouth, holding it while he put the condom on his cock. And what a dick. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, just wanting to be able to feel him, even if it was over the condom. You knelt in front of him, replacing his hands with yours, massaging his member before putting it in your mouth, swallowing as much as you could, moving as fast as you could, watching him throw his head back and roll his eyes. He gasped, his chest rising and falling, his muscles tensing. “Hell no, babe.” He grabbed a piece of your shirt and pulled it up at once, grabbing you around the waist, and sitting you down on the sink again. "I'm going to come inside you tonight, another day you can do whatever you want with me, but not today, got me?"

“Yeah.”

“Good.” He whispered and then kissed you, holding your face on both sides, a kiss so deep you could barely breathe. He then released one of his hands from your face, and went down to between your legs where he pushed your panties to the side, touching the waterfall that was at your entrance. he cursed. "I want to taste you, but if I wait a little longer, I'll come without even having fucked you."

"Please don’t." You whispered against his lips. Desperate for more.

"I promise to make it up to you when we get out of here, hm?"

"Hmm." You barely managed to respond, feeling him enter you, arching your back, feeling him stretch you. “yes” You dragged the word out, before you hugged him by the shoulders and he hugged you around the waist, starting to move against you, until he was finally all inside, pounding to the end, hard and slowly, rolling his hips against yours, your body unable to keep still, trying your best to get more friction, more movement. “Fuck.”

“Yes babe, fuck. Soo good for me.”

“"The door!" You whispered, seeing that it hadn't closed properly, and the wind seemed to be opening it.

"Don't worry, no one will come in here until I leave, the guys are good at giving us privacy." he whispered.

"Let me hold it." You asked not too sure. He smiled and nodded giving you a kiss on the forehead, helping you down, you faced the door, with your hands flat on it as he held your waist and positioned himself at your entrance, entering again, slowly, making you throw your head back and press your fingers against the door, wanting to dig your nails into the wood with pleasure. “Faster, please.” And he did what you wanted, increasing the force of the thrusts and the speed too, getting to the point where you couldn't hold back your moans anymore, letting them invade the entire bathroom and probably the dressing room on the other side of the door as well. The air was so hot, you were so sweaty that sweat was running down your body, wetting your shirt, as was Changkyun, but neither of you wanted to stop.

He then grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you back, making your back lean against his chest, one hand holding your neck while the other was around your waist, his lips were against your ear, talking dirty things that he would still do with you and everything was so intense, you both closed your eyes, the moans coming out of your mouths more and more sly, louder. And when you felt like you were about to come, you held his hands, your insides tightening, your entire body tensed as he fucked you hard, with desire.

"Oh fuck, babe." He groaned and tightened his arms around you.

""Shit, I'm cumming, fuck."

"Fuck, (y/n). Oh."

And you felt like you were in free fall, your legs got weak and thanks to Changkyun you didn't collapse.

The two of you held still for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation, your hearts beating, racing, your breathing heavy, your head spinning and his scent soothing you. You had never imagined doing something like this, or even feeling something like this being with him.  It was strange to feel that way. You had always felt that Changkyun was different in some way, you knew that ever since you met him, he seemed to be special, but you didn't know he was that much. If you were in love with him, you'd be fucked. You spaced out for a second, feeling his light kisses on your neck , and only when you felt a cool breeze in your body. that something popped into your mind. The door. When you opened your eyes, the bathroom door was open, and worst of all, Jungkook was right in the middle of the dressing room, eyes glued to you. Anger, hate, despair, that's what you saw in his eyes, and it was all because of you.

"Shit" Changkyun hurried to close the door, slamming it hard and using his foot to hold it. For the first few seconds you felt nothing, and when reality hit, you were filled with humiliation.You felt ashamed, dirty, and all the pleasure you had just felt turned to disgust. "Honey, are you okay?" He turned you to face him. You shook your head, just wanted to cry. In fact, you were already crying. "Oh no, babe, don't cry." He pulled you into a hug. "Dress up okay? You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"But he just saw us..."

"We closed our eyes for a few seconds, we don't know how much he saw, it's okay." He then quickly took off the condom, rolled it up and threw it away. Then he put his pants on and helped you into yours.

"Just hold my hand and stand behind me, okay?"

"Hm"

When he opened the door, you kept your head down, your face still burning. Standing behind him, with your face close to his back, hiding as much as possible.

"(Y/n)" Jungkook voice as he said your name was broken, and you could only feel even more guilty about what had happened.  You didn't want anyone to see you at a time like that, least of all your ex boyfriend.

"Get out of my way, Jungkook"

"I swear to god I'm going to rip your face off if you don't let go of her, Changkyun, I'm at my wit's end with you. I should blow you all over for what I just witnessed." And now his voice was menacing.  Minhyuk hadn't lied when he said that Jungkook would be able to split Changkyun in two, he had been boxing for a long time and could win any fight, especially with people who didn't know how to fight. "Let go of her. (y/n), let's go."

"Back off."

You knew that if you didn't interfere, they would end up fighting and getting hurt, so you just let go of I.M's hand and walked out from behind him. He frowned at you. You were shaking, you didn't want to look into Jungkook's eyes again, but you had to, and this time, you could only see sadness in his eyes, even though his expression was one of pure hate.

“I'll go with you.”

“(y/n)...” I.M whispered your name confused and... hurt perhaps? and you looked at him, holding back tears, the corners of your lips turning down as you forced yourself not to cry. You tried to smile, tried to show that everything was fine even though you couldn't lie in that situation. And so you turned to Jungkook, the smile fading. “I'm right behind you.” And you pointed towards the door. He gave I.M one last look before heading towards the exit and you did. As soon as he walked out into the hallway, Jungkook turned around to say something but you interrupted him. “Let's not have this conversation here, Jungkook, come on.”

And so you made your way to the boys' dressing room, heads down so no one could see your red eyes. And when you entered BTS' dressing room, only the guys were there, no staff, just them. Which would make possible the scandal that was to come.

“What was on your mind to do something like that?” Jungkook asked as he closed the door behind them with all his strenght, drawing the boys' attention. "Have you gone completely crazy? What happened to you? You would never do such a thing.” And as you looked around at everyone else present, you took a deep breath, trying to keep control of your calm. You were no longer ashamed, you were simply furious.

“What do you want from me, Jungkook? What do you want me to say?”

“I want you to tell me why I walked into that room and found you two having sex in the dressing room bathroom.” He raised his voice, and behind the two of you, the boys looked at each other wide-eyed. They had seen the two of you fight before, they were used to it, but apparently they had never witnessed anything like this. Not even the day you saw him cheating on you. “You kept telling me that there was nothing between the two of you, that you were just friends, but less than two months after we broke up,  you are fucking him? And worst of all, in a place where anyone could go in and see. Have you no shame? Aren't you ashamed that you told me you didn't feel anything for him, but now you're having sex with him? Did you do it while we were dating too?”

“Oh, fuck you, Jungkook. You're not going to come here and accuse me of cheating.” You cursed. “You have no right to question me about my life. I don't have to explain anything to you.”

"You're fucking mine." he yelled.

"I'm not yours." And you did too. “You cheated on me, you were the reason our relationship ended, I.M was the one who was there for me when I spent nights crying, sobbing thinking I wasn't good enough, that I wasn't pretty enough, because the man I loved cheated on me with a fucking staff. I saw the two of you, Jungkook. I found you fucking her.”

"And now you decided to do the same? Did you decide that you were going to have sex with him here, knowing that I wanted to talk to you, knowing that I would come after you, knowing that there was a possibility that I could walk into that room and get you two?”

"Stop fucking accusing me. I didn't do anything thinking about you, on the contrary, everything I did was thinking about him." You spat out your words, already out of patience to try to maintain civility.

“Hey guys.” Namjoon tried to intervene, leaving where he was and stopping beside the two. “You two are hot-headed, you need to calm down first before it gets out of hand. Have this conversation another day, hm? Or you will end up regretting the things that will be said now.”

"No, I don't want to talk to her another day, she needs to explain to me right now why she was having sex with another guy..."

"Oh my god, are you listening to any words I'm saying?" You asked, this time in a lower voice, but still not believing what you were hearing. “Get real, Jungkook. You cheated on me, we broke up, period. What I do with other people, what Changkyun and I were doing in that bathroom is none of your business. I didn't want you to see it, I didn't want anyone else to see it.”

“So glad I was the one who walked into that room and not one of the MonstaX guys, because otherwise they would have gotten you in a position where they could see your pussy, which would be embarrassing, unless of course they're screwing you too.”

"I'm so fucking sick of it." You sighed, placing your hands on your hips and looking to the corner of the room before turning to the boy. That was supposed to be a perfect day, everything was going well until he started acting like you were still together, as if you committed a crime for having sex with Changkyun. “You should choose your words better Jungkook, if there's any bitch in this room, that bitch is you, who couldn't keep your dick in your pants during our relationship. We've been together for over five years, and at no time have I done anything to hurt you. But you always did the opposite, always accusing me of something I never did, always being cold to me when you were angry about something, always preferring to hang out with your friends than spend time with me. And to be honest, I got it. I understand why you never wanted to go public about our relationship, I understand why you were always stressed, I know what your life is like and your obligations, but nothing gave you the right to do what you did to me or accuse me of this nonsense. And I don't give you the right to keep acting like my boyfriend, acting like nothing happened, like I'm the wrong one. It’s done, accept it.”

Soon the room was silent, you could only hear the noise of the groups performing on stage and the fans singing along. The other guys continued without saying a word or acting on what was happening. You ran your hand over your face, tiredness was wearing you down, after all, it wasn't every day you danced, fucked and fought.

“Look, I shouldn't even be here, I only came because I didn't want you to freak out in front of him, I didn't want you to do something stupid that could hurt him and put Bangtan's reputation on the line. I'm going now. I hope you get on with your life, because I'm gonna get on with mine.”

And walking past him, you opened the door leaving the room without even saying goodbye to your friends. You just wanted to take a taxi and go home, but before you could walk back to MonstaX's dressing room, Jungkook's hand reached for your forearm and pulled you back hard, making you spin around and slam into his chest, eyes wide both from his action and from the fact that any minute that hallway would be full of idols, staffs and probably cameras too.

“We are not over. I made a mistake. And I'm sorry, I was weak, I was stupid, it shouldn't have happened, but I'm here, apologizing and begging you to rethink your decision."

“Let go of me”

“(y/n)”

“I said let go, Jungkook.” And so he did, he let go of your arm, but he didn't pull away from you. "Don't follow me, don't call me, don't try to talk to me anymore, leave me alone. You don't deserve a second chance and even if I gave you one, you'd ruin it. You don't know how to have things, you only know how to conquer them, and after you get them, you keep them in a cardboard box in your basement."

"This is not true." And his voice was broken again, red eyes full of tears, so full that it started to slide down his face.

"It is. You never showed that you loved me, Jungkook, you just showed me that I was yours, and nothing else. You only used me when you needed to and when I wasn't available, instead of waiting for me, you went after another woman, perhaps several other women.”

"I love you" He started to sob. Chin tense, nose red, sniffling, chest rising and falling rapidly. You hated to see him like this, but you hated him even more."Please, please don't leave me. I've changed. I'll never do anything like that again, please, I beg you." And he took one step towards you, but you took two steps away from him. He covered his face with his hands, bursting into tears, no longer controlling how much he cried, nor the volume of his voice. Jimin was the first out of the dressing room, followed by the other guys who looked alternately between you and him. “P-please babe...”

“Goodbye, Jeon.”

And when you turned your back, you could hear him call your name, and as much as you wanted to go back and hug him, say that everything would be okay, you knew it wouldn't be like that.

1 YEAR LATER

“Hyung, where is the..." Jungkook's words died when he entered Namjoon's studio and saw that he was watching a live on the computer. Changkyun was the one on the screen.

A few weeks earlier, many pictures of you and Changkyun on a Caribbean cruise ended up being posted on the internet. Everyone freaked out. In the pictures you kissed, hugged, played and had fun. There was no way to deny that. The whole world already knew he had a girlfriend and his face was all over the news in every possible newspaper. When you sat in the manager's office to talk about it, the first thing he said was that you should break up, but Changkyun refused. And as he had already talked to the other members of the group, he had already decided that he would not extend his contract with Starship, which is why he no longer felt obliged to follow the company's rules, although they were never forbid from dating.

So it was time to go public.

Namjoon was one of the first to know and so the other guys in BTS were also informed, and everyone was happy that you were happy. Except Jungkook.

"His fans will never let him assume a relationship like that, they will hate her, they can't go public at all. She will suffer." And even though he was really worried about you, he was also jealous, jealous that the other guy would do to you what he wanted to do.

"Like I said, I have a girlfriend. And I'm really happy to know that so many people, so many fans are supporting us right now."  And while he smiled, Jungkook just got angrier. "She is very important to me and makes me very happy. She is always by my side and is a monbebe just like you guys. I'm sure that when  you meet her, you will love her, just like me."

Jungkook couldn't forget you and he had tried so hard but nothing could replace what you were to him. And even though he couldn't accept the end of your relationship, even after a year had passed, he was happy that you had gotten your bachelor's degree in dance and now you were planning to open your own dance school, aimed at the poorest kids who could not afford dance lessons.

"I hope you respect her and take care of her as you do to me. She deserves all the love in the world." Changkyun continued to speak. Jungkook left the studio, he didn't want to hear that man's voice anymore, the one who stole his happiness, who stole the woman of his life. Who was he trying to fool? He screwed up, it could have been him making that announcement, it could have been him now telling the world how happy he was with you by his side.  But all he had left was an empty space in the bed and a broken heart with no chance of mending or healing. He just wanted you back, but right now, he didn't stand a chance.

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ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᴬⁿᵍˢᵗ, ᴬᵘ, ˢᵉʳⁱᵉˢ

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴹᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵘʳᵈᵉʳ, ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ, ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵛⁱᵒˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ? ᴹᵘʳᵈᵉʳ ᴴʸᵘᵏᵃ, ᴷⁱᵈⁿᵃᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ? ˢᵉⁿˢⁱᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵗᵒᵖⁱᶜˢ, ᵇᵉᵗʳᵃʸᵃˡ, ˢʷᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ, ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᶠ ᴵ ᵐⁱˢˢᵉᵈ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ʸ/ⁿ, ᵃ ᵗᵒᵖ ᶜᵒᵖ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᵒˡⁱᶜᵉ ˢᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵒʳᵏˢ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉˡʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵒˢˢ, ᶜʰᵒⁱ ˢᵒᵒᵇⁱⁿ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉˢᵗ ᵃˡˡⁱᵉ, ᶜʰᵒⁱ ʸᵉᵒⁿʲᵘⁿ. ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵃˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵃˢ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗˡʸ, ˢʰᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉʷˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵒⁿʸᵐᵒᵘˢ ᶜʳⁱᵐⁱⁿᵃˡ... ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᵖʳⁱᵒʳⁱᵗʸ ˡⁱˢᵗ, ʸᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᶠᵉᵃʳᶠᵘˡ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵘᵖᵒⁿ.

ᴬ/ⁿ: ᴴⁱ, ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵖᵒᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵂᵒᵒʸᵒᵘⁿᵍˢ (ᴬᵗᵉᵉᶻ) ⁱˢ qᵘⁱᵗᵉ ᵃⁿ ⁱᵐᵖᵒʳᵗᵃⁿᵗ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶠⁱᶜ :') ʰᵉʰᵉ

“L/n Y/n! We need you in the office as soon as possible”

You heard the intercom come on and call. Having been on your break whenever you heard the message deliberately be delivered, you were a bit annoyed because it was in fact your time off… but you were a cop so it was your priority.

Walking the hallway, you reached your destination and stood at the door, taking a deep breath and preparing yourself mentally before entering the office. You weren't sure what to expect whenever you were called to go to your bosses office, especially when it was through the intercoms.

But this time, you had an idea of what you might've been called in for… and when you went into the room to see all the scattered paperwork and files, it only confirmed your suspicions furthermore.

“There you are.” Your boss muttered, putting down the files that he had been holding.

Bowing, you walked closer to the desk and stood over it, watching your boss stand up from his chair to be at eye level with you, despite the fact you still had to lift your head to look at the tall man eye-to-eye.

“I apologize for taking longer than I was supposed to. I assume this is an urgent matter, yeah?” you asked, looking at the files that were scattered across the desk, picking some up to investigate them yourself.

“Very urgent.” He responded.

You worked closely with the boss of your station, therefore you were promoted often, and worked on a lot of harder cases compared to your coworkers, in short, you were one of the more known officers of the area.

So when you heard the intercom come on asking you to meet in the boss’s office during your break, you knew this was serious.

“I'm sure you remember the criminal that we haven't yet been able to catch?.” Your boss asked, you thought for a moment before looking at him.

You glanced around the room and sighed, “I'm gonna need you to be more specific with what you say boss, we've had a lot of criminals in the last year.”

A few of the other close police who were also in the room glanced at you due to your informal response, you were among the top police so they couldn't correct you on your manners either.

Looking back at the chief, seeing his small, almond eyes as he let out a small sigh as he sat back down behind his desk, never breaking eye contact as he signaled you to the chair across from him. Raising an eyebrow you walked back to his direction and took a seat.

“The one that we quoted as the ‘Mastermind.’”

You felt your heart sink at his words, recalling the incidents that had happened with him as you remembered the gruesome crime scene that took place one year ago.

“He's back!?” You questioned, feeling your head begin to spin as the flashbacks replayed over and over again in your head, going silent and beginning to dread having to see that anonymous man who you were never able to see face-to-face.

How could you be such a coward to someone who was anxious to show his face and instead wore a mask everywhere he went? He didn't even have a face and you were afraid of him, that truly made you ashamed of yourself as a high rank cop.

“We assume, there's been some recent cases of gambling, a body was discovered near a lake too.”

Heart beating, you grabbed your chest and bent down, your forhead had sweat as you looked down at your bosses paperwork that read ‘Choi Soobin.’

Choi Soobin, the now Police Headchief and of course, your boss, started out as just any normal citizen.. not that you could really call him normal since he went to the top schools of the city. He'd always been a smart student.

He himself, had also suffered by fault of the ‘Mastermind’ and his men, who came and ruined his everything, crushed it.

The worst part was that you didn't even know what connection the ‘Mastermind’ had with any of his victims, you couldn't find anything that all his victims had in common that led him to murder them.

“Have you informed Yeonjun yet..?” You questioned, looking at Choi Soobin from across the table, reading the pity in his eyes for putting such a weight on you. He knew that it'd be hard for you to face someone like the anonymous ‘Mastermind' again after a year. Have to see him behind such a mask after all the trauma he inflicted on you.

“I have, he showed a similar reaction to that of yours, and since you both are my best I will be incharging you both with the case.”

You gulped and then nodded, excusing yourself from the room and taking your leave. How could you ever forget that night? How dare he come back after disappearing for more than 365 days, and just as you were starting to erase all those bad thoughts and beginning to think of him as dead, he just dared to reappear in your life like thi-

“You look like you've just seen a ghost. Looks like hearing of his return hurt your high ego a little bit.” You heard a familiar male voice say, making you look up and see the one and only Choi Yeonjun looking down at you.

“Not the time-” you muttered, seeing him bring his hand to his chin, making a thinking posture.

“If I knew it would bring your ego down so low I might as well have invited him to drink some coffee-”

“Not the time!” You yelled in a joking pitch, trying to get him to shut up and stop making those types of jokes especially when he knew how much you despised that man who remained faceless.

You argued with Yeonjun for a moment until the conversation became more serious, making you guys make your way to the table that was held mainly for discussions, which had luckily been empty by the time you both made it.

“If he's gonna strike again, where do you think it'll be this time..?” You asked in a monotone pitch, keeping a serious and steady voice as you waited for his response.

His hand was placed under his chin as he rested his head on it, being unable to think of a definite answer of what he could possibly tell you.

He placed his finger on the chart that highlighted a specific area of the town, moving it over to the forest that held the river where the last body happened to be found.

“Whoever he is, we know he's not alone. I can't help but notice that every single one of his crimes revolves around this certain area.” He said, motioning his finger in a circle around the chart before pointing right at the middle.

You thought about his comment for a moment before verifying, “You're right, I never noticed that-” you muttered to yourself, writing it down on a brand new page in your case notebook that you always carried around in case of things like this, “Do you think he could be inspired by some of the older, more notorious killers? Like the ghost doctor murderer?” You asked, while continuing to write the new discovery onto your notebook.

Yeonjun thought for a moment, before questioning you, “The ghost doctor murder? Like the one who broke into a hospital and killed an un-belonging ghost doctor who had been performing a surgery on his patient?” you nodded to his response and added, “They have a few similarities, they both stayed in the same area somewhat. The ghost doctor killer didn't try to hide the evidence of a murder, he just cleaned up the scene and fled.”

“But there's a difference.” Yeonjun added, “The ghost doctor killer fled and was never found, we don't even have an identity and ever since his disappearance in 2003, we have no information regarding him or his whereabouts.”

You nodded in response and shook your head, “I feel like there's a connection there, but I truthfully don't have a reason to believe so.” Yeonjun looked back down at the paperwork and sighed, “Yeah well, we can't disregard gut feelings.”

You nodded in agreement and the investigation carried on, not like it really mattered since at the end of the day, the two of you still ended up in a dead end. No leading connections, hints, explanations, nothing… and there was nothing you could do about it but leave it at that and go home exhausted with the thought that you were yet again, back at square one.

_________

“Do you have them yet?”

Taehyun left what he was reading and looked at Kai “When do you need them by? I have them but they're not ready yet.”

Huening sighed, unknowing of what to respond with.

“I need them immediately, I need to know who we need to deal with next.”

A worried look came across Taehyun’s face as he looked over at Huening Kai, “You're already gonna carry out the plan!?” Taehyun asked, Kai wasn't the type of person to cramp up the crimes he commited, so he couldn't understand why he was in such a rush to do so now.

“Why of course, make them commit their sin of gambling and watch them realize that they have a debt too big in order to pay, works every time.” Taehyun noticed a smirk creep onto Huening’s face as he looked down at the table that they used.

Taehyun slightly frowned, trying to find the best way to word his question in order to not get in trouble with Kai, “I don't really know if I'm allowed to ask but, if you only kill people who have history, what did she do?”

Kai wasn't too sure himself, his men had just told him that she was a serious case and was probably gonna attack again soon. Huening couldn't let another innocent life go to waste, especially when they had so much left to explore.

Therefore he knew he had to act fast, and Taehyun understood the message, “Alright, I'll go tell Beomgyu then.” Taehyun said, turning and making his way out of the room after getting Kai’s permission for it.

Huening knew this was wrong of him. He knew this made him a horrible person because just what human could be capable of something so gruesome such as murder. He knew that the police were after him and he didn't have much more time to act as the police finally began to take his case seriously.

He found himself chuckling through his inner thoughts, thinking “If only they knew.”

Truthfully, if only they knew… he wouldn't need to struggle so much with keeping his real identity from getting leaked, in his head, he wasn't a bad person. If you moved past the amount of people he killed he wasn't a bad person, yet no one other than his close relatives could see that he wasn't so bad.

Huening Kai was a well mannered citizen, and although he was the youngest in the casino, everyone under him had no choice but to obey him, they knew the consequences if they didn't, other than the amount of people he'd killed, he hadn't committed any crimes and his name was relatively clean. If the police suspected anyone, he'd be the last person on the list, and even if they did, he was the type of citizen that the police would try so hard to excuse, putting a dozen of reasons on why he couldn't possibly be the culprit.

And yet, he didn't just murder anyone, the police might be after him but he made the world a safer place by eliminating those who ruined the well being of others.

He was so deep in thought that he didn't even realize Taehyun was back with Beomgyu. He only realized after the two of them waved their hands in front of his face in an attempt to distract him from his trance and bring him back to earth.

“Earth to Hyuka-” Beomgyu muttered in an annoyed pitch, holding the necessary documents that Kai asked for.

“You're back..?” He asked in a low tone, looking up at the two of them who took a seat on two random chairs that were around the room, Taehyun sighed as he responded, “Beomgyu was being really loud on the way here, maybe fell one or two times-”

“I did not!!” Beomgyu corrected, to which Taehyun simply just ignored, “I'm surprised you didn't hear us making our way here since it was probably audible for over 20 miles.”

“I was not that loud!” Beomgyu argued, disliking Taehyun's selection of words because it made him come off as uneducated, Taehyun silenced Beomgyu as he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, placing the paperwork on Kai’s desk.

He had been resting his cheek on his hand, simply waiting for them to finish arguing, although he did dislike the amount of noise, he let it slip past because he genuinely found their arguments funny, hearing them ramble on about practically nothing. “Y'all done?” He asked, making both Taehyun and Beomgyu bow in apology for their immature behavior and go back to serious mode, looking at him as he lifted his head high and looked through the paperwork that had been brought and placed on his desk.

He opened up the files and looked at the name. He knew one thing for sure… he recognized this face, having gone viral multiple times for her cases, yet never found, good at disguising her true face, so therefore it remains unknown, techniques so well thought out that he just had to use some of them for his own crimes…

“The red cloak lady, an urban legend which became a reality whenever someone who wasn't in their right mind took inspiration from the old folktale.” you repeated, looking over at Yeonjun who was just as confused as you were.

“So the red cloak lady originated from a fairytale?”

“Folktale” you corrected as Yeonjun brushed you off and reiterated, “Wasn't that tale written over 100 years ago?” You shrugged and looked it up, “it definitely didn't originate here that's for sure.”

Yeonjun nodded, taking notes of what you had read, “Wasn't her last active case like over a decade ago? She was never caught and we have no idea on who she is, so she's probably already dead, don't you think?”

You agreed, doing your own personal research, having zero clue on what you were even looking for and at least trying to find one simple fact that could uncover something about the culprit, anything, even if it was what he had for breakfast you'd be more than happy. Yet… nothing, you were still at square one and unable to move forward.

“Ugh- i'm so done with this…” you muttered, slamming your head onto your arms which laid flat on the table, resting your eyes to get a break from reality. Neither you or Yeonjun could do anything until the ‘Mastermind' pulled his next move and the thought of that just made you sick, thinking about all that wasted time.

And wasted time was all that ran through your head upon thinking that you couldn't act until the 'Mastermind's next move, but you were dead wrong if you thought you could take it easy until then…

The ear piercing alarms rang across the entire station, chaos being heard from outside the room as the rest of the cops currently on shift wondered what was going on. You knew immediately what this was… you never heard the alarms unless it was a serious and current break in of a building, normally important, something such as a bank, or vip home. There was only one person on the suspect list, and if it happened to be that one person, you'd finally be able to carry on with the investigation. Your coworker ran into the room, slamming the door open.

“L/n!? Yeonjun!? Are you both in here!?”

Yeonjun stood up from his chair and walked over to the familiar face, taking them by the shoulders demanding answers, “What's going on!?”

“We don't know! But someone broke into an important representative's home and we don't know who it is or why they broke in!” Your coworker said in a panic, trying his best to keep his voice professional and understandable.

Yeonjun bit his lip in pure frustration, among turning back to your coworker he shoved them out of the way and went to the front of the station, you speed walked forward, nodding and thanking your coworker for the alert, following Yeonjun shortly after. You made your way to the front of the station, where you saw the cop cars already parked and ready to be taken out.

You made your way to an assistant who worked closely with Soobin, he normally had information regarding your investigations and crimes, if anyone knew what you were getting yourself into, it was him.

“Wooyoung- what's going on..?” You asked, turning your head to face the man who had been writing on his notepad.

Wooyoung sighed, which wasn't a good sign and it made you quite uneasy, “It's that bad…? Please tell me it isn't…”

“Sorry, but it is pretty bad… I can't really tell you much because of our circumstances-” Wooyoung muttered, as if he was trying to avoid being heard. It was unusual behavior for him because you were already used to his yelling and screaming. Tilting your head in confusion you looked around before feeling your head automatically get snatched back.

“What the heck is wrong with you!?”

“Don't look around too much-” Wooyoung whispered in an aggressive tone which made your head turn fully to him, you watched Yeonjun get into the car and look over at you. His way of telling you “Hurry up!” Telepathically.

“Woo- what's going on!?”

He interrupted you before you could finish your sentence, pulling you down and practically squeezing your faces together.

“Whatever you do, don't talk loudly, if you're gonna communicate with someone do it privately and make sure you're alone. Always stay with someone- don't split up when you get inside of that mansion… and lastly, don't tell anyone I told you this”

You glanced over at Wooyoung, worry filling every corner of your expression as you attempted to put the pieces together, you gulped and muttered a small, “Why..?”

Wooyoung pulled you closer and technically whispered in your ear, his voice more stable and clearer than it had ever been…

“We're being watched- both me and you, everyone here is.”

Your gaze quickly shifted up to look at him but he pushed you away forcing you to stay quiet about the situation, you couldn't ask any questions. Not even how he was able to know that sort of information, or where the culprit was hiding.

You clicked open the car door, sitting on the cushion, more nervous and anxious than ever, your sweat was building up on your forehead, eyes watering. Maybe you were against the same criminal as a year ago, but this time he came back as a different person. He came back ready for war, not just a play battle in the park.

Worst part was that you couldn't even question Wooyoung on what he could've possibly meant by his statement, it was more than obvious but there were so many unanswered questions… How could they watch you? Why couldn't you split up upon arriving at the mansion? Why couldn't you talk out loud? What was he protecting… that made him so vague upon revealing his statement? Was it you and everyone else in the station…? Or was it perhaps someone else..?

ʏօʊռɢɮʟօօɖ քȶ. 2

ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᶜʳⁱᵐⁱⁿᵃˡ! ᴴᵉᵘⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᴷᵃⁱ ˣ ᶜᵒᵖ! ᶠᵉᵐ! ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ².¹ᵏ

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᴬⁿᵍˢᵗ, ᴬᵘ

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴹᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵘʳᵈᵉʳ, ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ, ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵛⁱᵒˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ? ᴹᵘʳᵈᵉʳ ᴴʸᵘᵏᵃ, ᴷⁱᵈⁿᵃᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ? ˢᵉⁿˢⁱᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵗᵒᵖⁱᶜˢ, ᵇᵉᵗʳᵃʸᵃˡ, ˢʷᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ, ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᶠ ᴵ ᵐⁱˢˢᵉᵈ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ʸ/ⁿ, ᵃ ᵗᵒᵖ ᶜᵒᵖ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᵒˡⁱᶜᵉ ˢᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵒʳᵏˢ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉˡʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵒˢˢ, ᶜʰᵒⁱ ˢᵒᵒᵇⁱⁿ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉˢᵗ ᵃˡˡⁱᵉ, ᶜʰᵒⁱ ʸᵉᵒⁿʲᵘⁿ. ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵃˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵃˢ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗˡʸ, ˢʰᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉʷˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵒⁿʸᵐᵒᵘˢ ᶜʳⁱᵐⁱⁿᵃˡ... ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᵖʳⁱᵒʳⁱᵗʸ ˡⁱˢᵗ, ʸᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᶠᵉᵃʳᶠᵘˡ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵘᵖᵒⁿ.

ᴬ/ⁿ: ᴴⁱ, ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵖᵒᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵂᵒᵒʸᵒᵘⁿᵍˢ (ᴬᵗᵉᵉᶻ) ⁱˢ qᵘⁱᵗᵉ ᵃⁿ ⁱᵐᵖᵒʳᵗᵃⁿᵗ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶠⁱᶜ :') ʰᵉʰᵉ

Arriving at the mansion, you walked in with Yeonjun and a few other cops who accompanied you to the property, it was far too big and far too dangerous for just two people. Although Wooyoung would normally come and stay outside during these types of situations, he was strictly told to stay back this time so unfortunately he couldn't make it.

“I have a very bad feeling about this…”

You muttered almost to yourself, keeping Wooyoung's words in mind. Although you were still outside, you made sure to keep quiet in case everything he told you was indeed true… and if it was, you didn't want to risk the chances of being heard.

“Okay everyone, we're going all going to split up”

“We can't split up!” You quickly yelled, startling everyone who was there, even Yeonjun couldn't believe the words that came out of your mouth. Silence filled the air for a split moment before Yeonjun spoke.

“Why can't we split up..? It's a big mansion, traveling together would just take too long.”

You bit your lip for a moment, you had never been told to stay with a certain group during these types of investigations, normally you always split up to make the case go by faster and more accurately. Moving individually would allow each person to go to a separate area of a building and examine it carefully, more spaces would be done in a shorter period of time, meaning more time to be spent on the actual investigation. However, Wooyoung's warnings couldn't go to waste, he spent time and he knew what was safer, all you could do was take his word for it, no questions to be asked.

“We should just travel with two or one other person, be in groups of two or three…”

Words couldn't explain your disappointment in yourself, you felt like a complete idiot trying to stay within a specific group. You guessed Yeonjun caught on to what you were doing as his opinion immediately changed upon analyzing you closer.

“You know what- I think she's right, we should most likely move in small pods. This is not like any other case, we're talking about long lost criminals here. They've spent a long time on hiatus, I doubt they've just been laying on their couch and eating chips throughout that period of time.”

You couldn't be more thankful for his words, you couldn't have explained it better yourself. Upon seeing eyes becoming fixed on you, all you could do was nod in agreement. Allowing everyone to understand you and where you were coming from.

“Alright, we'll travel in pods, Y/n you'll go with Yeonjun.”

Nodding and sighing in relief, you made your way to the car and prepared yourself to enter the mansion. It was a normal looking mansion from the outside, but something about it just seemed so eerie… so quiet… a little too quiet.

“Someone's in there.” Yeonjun said from behind you, you turned around and noticed him organizing all of his firearms, taking out a small taser and placing his hand in the correct arrangement.

Looking back at the building, you nodded, mainly glad that he could sense it too. You had a strong feeling that someone was in there, however you thought you were just being exaggerated or traumatized, hearing Yeonjun confirm it only made you more uneasy.

The two of you walked over to the main entrance of the building, wiggling the lock only to realize it had been locked. Yeonjun escorted you silently over to the back door, which was located all the way on the other side of the property. You checked the windows that you walked past to check if any of them had been left unlocked.

As expected, upon arriving at the back door you found it locked, luckily the window next to it happened to be open, allowing you to slip it open and remove the mosquito net. Jumping in and actually being inside felt straight out of a horror movie. You felt as if you were a teenager walking right into a crime scene, smelling the scent of blood from the bottom floor. All you could do was hold your nose and signal Yeonjun to do the same and stay quiet.

Both of you knew this wasn't like any ordinary crime scene, something had actually happened here and you knew it. You walked over to your assigned explore area and began walking around, you had gotten further from the crime since on this side the smell had faded, no longer having the obnoxiously strong scent hitting your nose.

Yeonjun uncovered his nose and walked over to you, getting closer than he had been before, and speaking. “What did that jerk of Wooyoung tell you this time?” The quiet scenario caused him to lower his volume level, of course, once it's quiet it's easier to keep it that way. You both needed to be on high alert for any noises that didn't come from either of you or the other cops.

“He didn't tell me anything, he just told me that the case was pretty dangerous and to be very careful upon arriving here. The tone he said it in made me a bit uneasy I guess.” You responded, making sure to come out as inaudible as possible.

“You sure? You seem so quiet after whatever he told you.” Yeonjun re-questioned. If you were being real, it made you anxious that he somehow overheard you and Wooyoung's conversation, you erased the thought and turned on your best acting skills. You really wanted to tell Yeonjun everything Wooyoungs had told you, however Wooyoung clearly stated “don't tell anyone.” So therefore you couldn't.

“Yeah, you know how loud Wooyoung is… while we spoke he was so quiet so it frightened me. He didn't tell me much about what was happening, he just told me it's best to stay together.” You weren't sure if what you told him was okay, but you just assumed it was and brushed it off.

Yeonjun stayed quiet, you could hear his footsteps behind you as you entered the main room inside of the mansion. You heard Yeonjun shut the door behind you which had you questioning his behavior, but you didn't say anything about it, you brought your flashlight to one corner where you discovered a notebook.

What a huge piece of evidence…

“Yeonjun! Look at this!”

Suddenly you felt an arm be wrapped around your neck, applying hard pressure onto it cutting all your airways. You gasped for air as you started to wiggle yourself out of the tight grip, successfully escaping their arm.

You took out your gun and held it straight at the man, “Yeonjun, whose side are you on?” You muttered, one hand to your weapon and the other to your neck, still struggling to breathe properly as your hand held the firearm.

Silence was the only thing that was heard, this was when you realized… this wasn't Yeonjun.

The man in front of you was far too tall to be Yeonjun, he wasn't talking, and the most obvious, you could tell that even in the dark, he wasn't wearing a police uniform.

You glanced around the room, noticing your flashlight on the ground beside you, you reached out your foot to reach the object before feeling a heavy amount of force grip onto your shoulder and kick the flashlight away.

The figure pushed you onto the wall and held you in place, tilting their head to investigate you. You held your gun even closer to them, putting it against the man’s head, you never realized until now, but you knew who this man was.

He was the one and only, Mastermind…

“Looks like you finally decided to show up again after you chickened out of our last fight..?” You muttered, struggling to breathe as he had a hand lightly gripped around your neck. Not enough to block your airways but enough to make you struggle to speak

The man chuckled lightly, making you be on defense, you put your gun against his wrist, slightly pushing the trigger. You didn't have intentions to shoot him, but you needed to keep your palm tight and ready for any emergencies.

He slightly pushed on your neck tighter, you gasped for air as you attempted to pull away his arm from squeezing your neck too hard.

“You plan on just killing me right now…? Just like that…?” You said, feeling his gaze move up to your eyes as he released his hand. You quickly got in position but weren't fast enough, he was already running out of the room and into the hallway.

“Come back here!” You yelled, running as fast as you could in order to catch up to him. You were athletic, but whoever you were against was fast, he wasn’t an ordinary runner like most people… he ran and no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't catch up.

Finally, you managed to get close enough to him, pushing him onto the wall and holding his hands in place, gun to his head.

“Tell me… what reason do you have to kill all these innocent people?”

He responded with silence, confused until you finally heard a response. A chuckle, small low chuckle… he was laughing at the victims!? How heartless could he be to do such a thing? You pressed the gun closer to his head before you finally received a response-

“You think the people I kill are innocent? I do more work than you cops…”

Anger filled your veins, “What connection do you have with your victims!?” You repeated, this time louder than the first.

“Listen, the connections I hold with the so-called ‘victims’ is none of your business.” He responded. Infuriated, you screamed, “Tell me!”

He was messing with you, and it angered you… much more than anyone could imagine. He ruined your life and now he was making fun of you? How entitled could he get? You were about to snap before he spoke.

“Your father… I took him because of his own mistakes.” he muttered, silent, you asked, “Where is my father?” he laughed for a moment before answering.

“You don't deserve to know where he is, I'll keep him until I'm ready to release him.” Your eyes become wider as you grew scared. This was the same man who was capable of murder, torture and possibly more. This man had your father and there was nothing you could do about it.

So deep in thought, you didn't even realize he slipped out of your in-tightening grip, and ran, you only noticed when you saw him run and shatter the glass window, taking his leave before you could even chase after him…

You were so stupid if you thought you'd catch someone like the Mastermind so easily, his plan since the beginning was to make a fool out of you in order to manipulate you once more, and you fell for it.

What a scumbag.

“Y/n? There you are!” You heard, coming up behind you, you turned around and saw Yeonjun running up to you and bending down, checking every side of you carefully and cautiously.

“What happened!? We heard another voice here! You told us not to split up!!” Yeonjun reinderated, you looked up at him and nodded, agreeing.

“I know I did but… I guess I just wandered off at the end.”

Yeonjun noticed your expression, he knew something had just happened, and whatever it was, you didn't want to talk about it. The other cops continued to ask you questions about the situation and your well-being, but Yeonjun stopped them. Grabbing your arm and lifting you up.

“I think you should get some sleep, the rest of us will take care of the investigation.” You denied the offer and started walking back but Yeonjun took you by the arm and brought you to the car, instructing you to head home and wishing you a goodnight rest.

You didn't want to leave just like that, but Yeonjun was right… you just wanted to sleep for the rest of the day and get back at it tomorrow, so you just did as told and went home for the day.

But that didn't mean you were done working for the day.

So you sat on your rolling chair which had been next to your desk, computer open with your notebook turned to the next blank page which now had loads of writing on it.

“If they stay around this certain area then that would mean that they are either really close or really far…” you sketched a picture of a small map and circled the highlighted area, you then turned to your computer and went to search the location, you input the address into the search bar, and waited for your results. When they came up you scrolled and scrolled, but everything seemed to just lead you back to a dead end.

Until that article…

ʏօʊռɢɮʟօօɖ քȶ. 3

ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᶜʳⁱᵐⁱⁿᵃˡ! ᴴᵉᵘⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᴷᵃⁱ ˣ ᶜᵒᵖ! ᶠᵉᵐ! ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ³.³ᵏ

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᴬⁿᵍˢᵗ, ᴬᵘ

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴹᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵘʳᵈᵉʳ, ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ, ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵛⁱᵒˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ? ᴹᵘʳᵈᵉʳ ᴴʸᵘᵏᵃ, ᴷⁱᵈⁿᵃᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ? ˢᵉⁿˢⁱᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵗᵒᵖⁱᶜˢ, ᵇᵉᵗʳᵃʸᵃˡ, ˢʷᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ, ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᶠ ᴵ ᵐⁱˢˢᵉᵈ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ʸ/ⁿ, ᵃ ᵗᵒᵖ ᶜᵒᵖ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᵒˡⁱᶜᵉ ˢᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵒʳᵏˢ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉˡʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵒˢˢ, ᶜʰᵒⁱ ˢᵒᵒᵇⁱⁿ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉˢᵗ ᵃˡˡⁱᵉ, ᶜʰᵒⁱ ʸᵉᵒⁿʲᵘⁿ. ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵃˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵃˢ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗˡʸ, ˢʰᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉʷˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵒⁿʸᵐᵒᵘˢ ᶜʳⁱᵐⁱⁿᵃˡ... ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ. ᵖʳⁱᵒʳⁱᵗʸ ˡⁱˢᵗ, ʸᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᶠᵉᵃʳᶠᵘˡ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵘᵖᵒⁿ.

ᴬ/ⁿ: ᴴⁱ, ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵖᵒᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵂᵒᵒʸᵒᵘⁿᵍˢ (ᴬᵗᵉᵉᶻ) ⁱˢ qᵘⁱᵗᵉ ᵃⁿ ⁱᵐᵖᵒʳᵗᵃⁿᵗ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶠⁱᶜ :') ʰᵉʰᵉ

Barging into the station early in the morning, you immediately stormed over to Yeonjun’s office and slammed open the door. Notebook ready in hand , finger separating the pages and placed inside the one you wanted to show him.

“Yeonjun!”

“Good morning to you too Y/n.”

Rolling your eyes, you opened up your notebook and we're about to slam it onto his desk, you had been rehearsing how this was gonna go since you woke up and we're brushing your teeth, finishing off the finishing touches as you drove to the station.

You were ready to say everything that you had taken the time to script, writing it down in a long lost document that laid in your brain and was just waiting to be reused, you ended up apologizing for having the wonderful invention of a notebook in your arms and no longer needing the free one that was almost like an application.

Taking in your huge breath and getting prepared to completely destroy your vocal chords-

“Choi Yeonjun? L/n Y/n? Oh good that I found you both- our boss Choi Soobin wants to see you two.”

And… of course. Someone had to interrupt your main character moment, just as you were preparing to get the top police rank and receive a promotion to- what a bummer.

Yeonjun laughed as he looked back at you and shrugged, “oh well, guess you gotta tell me later.” He responded, getting up from his chair as he made his way to the door and held it open for you. You sighed in disappointment and thanked him, carrying your shoulders low at the missed opportunity.

You both went to the main office, where you found some other cops on shift also gathered and discussing. You glanced at Yeonjun in confusion, but it was clear he was just as confused as you were since these types of situations were uncommon in your station.

Finally, Soobin came over and spoke, “I know that this was a very uncalled for situation, however recently we have discussed with the head chief for a few weeks on end and have come to a very sudden conclusion.”

Hearing the mumbles of the few cops who were present, they waited for Soobin to complete his sentence yet gathered up in their small little friend groups in order to discuss their theories on what was happening.

You yourself leaned a bit closer to Yeonjun, “You think someone used the bathroom too hard causing the bathrooms to go under forbidden restrictions again?” You whispered, making Yeonjun snort as he recalled the time that actually happened, he quickly cleared his throat and went back to serious mode upon the presence of Soobin who had been glancing around at the police who were there.

“We have come to the conclusion that we would accept a new cop in the station who studied overseas and graduated from a top law school.”

Mumbles were heard among the entire room, almost like the sound of people talking in a stadium after an abrupt silence stops a play, and people around the room start questioning whether the play is over, suddenly everyone went silent upon Soobin placing his finger over his lip.

“Because we have trained him for quite some time, and his grades as well as his resume proved he has enough talent to start as a high rank cop in our station. He will be joining our top tier cops for the time being, Y/n, Yeonjun, he'll be under you both for now, can I trust you with that?”

The room has never been more quiet, the process time between you and Yeonjun, all the eyes were fixed on the two of you, who stayed firmly looking at Soobin. Both of you made eye contact and thought for a moment, however you both knew that neither of you had a good feeling about this.

Yeonjun finally looked back and nodded his head, almost completely removing the worried expression that he had been looking at you with previously.

“Yes, that's fine boss.” Yeonjun responded, you sucked up the feeling and responded back, “We'll take good care of him.”

Soobin smiled and nodded at you both, looking back at the rest of the officers in the room. “Alright then, please introduce yourself.”

Suddenly, another person came out. A guy, maybe around 20 years old, he was tall, almost reaching the height of Soobin, yet not quite there yet. He looked a little frail so you were a bit skeptical on how he could become a cop, especially such a high rank one when he looked so young.

“He looks a bit weak..? Or regular don't you think..?” You whispered over to Yeonjun to which he laughed, making you find yourself looking at him wondering what was so funny.

“You look really weak too, I'd probably trust him more than you to be real here.”

You snapped at him “Shut the hell up, I'm not that weak looking!”

He chuckled, looking upon hearing the man start speaking.

“Hello, I'm Kai Kamal Huening, but I prefer to just be called Huening Kai, if possible Hyuka.” He smiled, voice soft and innocent, a little bit lighter than you had expected.

Some part of you felt weird whenever the youngman introduced himself. However, you weren't exactly sure what you might have felt in that short instant, but whatever it was sent chills down your spine. What you discovered last night and was on the verge of telling Yeonjun should be forgotten, as it was best to keep it to yourself.

You walked down the hallways of the station with Yeonjun, you both had left the conference room and went to the cafeteria to get yourselves a small coffee and snack, so much investigating made you hungry.

“I don't know… I don't really like the new guy.” you muttered, suddenly starting to ramble on why. “I mean like, he probably just lied about studying abroad and in the best law school, like come’on, I also got deja vu hearing his voice. 20ish years old and already accomplished that much? Became a high rank officer? Yeah no.”

Sighing, he responded, “You're probably just jealous because you started out as a lower rank and it took you an eternity to get to where you are now.”

“Oh shut up, you're no one to talk. It took you longer than it took me.” You snapped, making him hiss at you, immediately separating the coffee from his face.

“Well, I still hold the title of the first cop to be considered ‘high rank’ in this station.'' he snapped back, making you both start bickering about whatever came first to your mind. One moment it'd be about your ranks and the next you'd both be throwing punches at each other for that stepped on potato chip that you both remembered you failed to save about a year ago.

Opening the door to the conference room you both had been in, the two of you entered and began walking back angrily to your spots for your tini mini argument that you both happened to have in the hallway.

“You both are back, I've been waiting.” A voice said from the back of the room, sounding like it was getting closer and approaching the discussion table. Making eye contact, you both glanced at the voice which happened to be the face you saw in your nightmares that hadn't even happened yet.

Yeonjun stole the words out of your mouth and unfortunately spoke before you, “If it's not rude, may I ask what you're doing here?” He questioned, looking at Huening Kai, he was annoyed, not specifically at Huening but more at you. (in which you shared the same exact emotions as him)

Hyuka placed a friendly smile, the type that would easily melt someone's heart if done at the right time, and even when it wasn't it was still worth crushing over. It somewhat made you feel some type of way when he smiled so kindly like that, it was also the moment when you realized just how hot this new guy was, he looked like a full on idol, visuals so captivating they left you speechless.

“I don't have a specific reason to be here. But I thought we should get to know each other before anything since we'll be close allies from now on.”

You thought he sounded like a child, he for surely hadn't been speaking like that beforehand.

“Sorry bud, but when you're a high rank officer there's better things to do then get to know each other. We'll just let time do that for us.” You responded, making him look at you once more. Not thinking much about it, you went back to your notebook, purposefully skipping over the page from last night. Yeonjun had been doing some computer work, but you truthfully didn't know what he was doing.

But upon noticing something was wrong, when you realized that he was still looking at you… you turned your head to face him, looking him in the eye for an instant, so little but enough for his expression to completely change.

Because you were sure of it, for a split second after turning your face, you looked into his eyes and saw absolutely zero emotion, no remorse, no light and no sensitivity… pure coldness. Yet the next second, his eyes softened as a smile rounded across his face giving you a slight nod.

Suspiciously turning back with your heart racing, you went back to your notebook before hearing the alarm go off, once more, for the second time that same week, second day in a row. Now this was rare.

Yeonjun got up from his chair, running to the door and slamming it open, you followed behind, stopping to signal Huening to follow you, in which he did. All three of you ran out of the station, seeing the cop cars beginning to line up as they prepared them for you all.

You noticed Wooyoung at the scene, speaking with another worker, but something about Wooyoung was different today. He looked so- tired. So drained of energy, and most outstanding of all, anxious.

Wooyoung nodded at you after he noticed you staring and gave you a small sassy motion of ‘What?” Before making his way to a car, opening up the driver seat and getting inside, closing the door behind him. If you were being serious you were honestly glad that Wooyoung would be accompanying you on this investigation because the previous day had been a complete mess without him. The only time you'd ever say that things were better with Wooyoung around.

You got into the passenger seat of the car with Yeonjun, noticing that Huening had gotten into the backseat of the car, you both made eye contact for a moment before shrugging it off upon seeing Wooyoung start driving to wherever this destination was, making you both follow shortly after.

Pulling into different driveways, you finally arrived a normal looking house with then lights on, you stared in confusion as you checked your phone, looking up the address on your maps and seeing this exact same location.

“I'm confused- if this is just a normal house then why would the alarms go off?” You asked, looking outside your window at the property. You heard Yeonjun shuffling around beside you, preferably getting himself prepared for anything that might've been about to happen.

“Yeah well, if the alarms went off then something went down inside that house.” he said, opening his car door and exiting the vehicle. You turned around and shared a nod with Huening Kai, both of you exiting the car right after Yeonjun and making your way to Wooyoung's car, who had been currently standing next to the door, preparing everything necessary.

“Yeonjun, I need you to go with __ for today. Y/n, you'll be with Huening Kai.” Wooyoung said, putting his notepad under his belt, you stared in shock and looked back at Yeonjun who shared your same reaction, Wooyoung looked at you both and shrugged, “It is what it is.”

“Wait- we don't even know what's going on… can you at least tell us?” You asked, looking back at Huening Kai who had been preparing himself. You should've been kinder with the guy, his first case was gonne be a serious one.

Woo sighed, looking back at you and hesitantly speaking, “Someone dangerous might be in there. The owners escaped but we don't know if the intruder might still be in there.”

You frowned slightly, this was a case of possible ‘secret rooms,’ and you had never been good at finding those. You looked back at Huening Kai who had already been looking down at you.

“Are you good at puzzles? Or finding hidden objects? Spotting the difference games?” You asked, seeing his expression change as he thought about it for a moment, looking back at you ready to answer. “I think I can handle- I'm pretty good at spotting the difference games.”

You sighed in relief and led him to the entrance, which had surprisingly been left open, you started off by turning off the lights, it was better to travel at way as the intruder could've potentially been anywhere, and you had no idea how psychotic he could've possibly been.

Your gaze shifted back to Huening, who had been looking around the hallway you both were walking through, arguably looking for any clues. “Keep your volume low. Don't talk loudly and don't be afraid to walk at normal pace. It's easier to hide your presence if you just walk normally.”

Huening looked back at you and nodded, going back to his check his own investigation, checking everything he possibly could. Walls for any noticable indents or misplacements, shelf's with anything that could indicate a secret passageway, basement stairways, attic latters.

“You’know, you seem off.” You muttered, which one caught his attention and you took note of it. “How so?” He mumbled back, looking back at the walls but with his normal friendly tone completely gone. You knew that his tone always softened around you and Yeonjun, but now that calm voice was gone.

“I can't tell- but you just feel different. It feels like you know what's gonna happen, you seem unfased at our cases like this when you should be the most nervous. It almost seems like you knew this was coming…”

His gaze shifted back to you, having seen it from a mirror which was visible straight ahead, you smirked slightly. His eyes become a glare, that same eyes that he had been attempting to hide prior to the alarms going off.

“You didn't get jump scared at the alarms and I happened to notice you looking down at your wrist quite a lot just a couple of minutes before the alarms sounded, your wrist happens to hold a watch. Almost as if you knew it was about to sound, like if you programmed it yourself.”

He looked into the mirror, seeing you frozen in your tracks and looking back at him, turning yourself around shortly after to make eye contact with him, full body turned to face him.

“So tell me the truth, you're already busted.” Your grip tughtening around in your grip, ready to pull the trigger as your fingers wrapped around the lever that became a do or die situation, hiw head fell down low as he lifted his arms, with a smile on his face as he chuckled on about the situation. You jumped back in surprise and felt your trauma come back to you…

The entire reason you got deja vu upon hearing him for the first time. This was the same man you had seen just a day ago. The same laugh and speech. The thing that triggered your fight or flight mode against him… was all from of his voice.

“Oh that's funny-” he chuckled, catching his breath from the laugh, you glanced around as your felt your arm loosen up against your gun, as they began to sweat.

“If you truly knew what I was up to- you'd know that I was waiting for you to turn around.”

The realization of the trap hit you, but only whenever it was already too late. You felt a blunt amount of force bang against your head, enough to knock you out completely, you slumped back a few steps before falling over completely.

Beomgyu caught you just before you could fall, putting you down lightly as he looked at Kai. “That's what you wanted right…? To knock her out?”

Kai nodded and bended down to look at you, checking your air circulation and bending down to listen to your heart. “Looks like she wasn't smart enough to dodge our game. It's her fault.”

Beomgyu’s expression changed a bit, looking at your unresponsive body, “She's still alive right?”

“Yeah, your hit wasn't fatal, best of all she'll remember everything when she wakes up.”

“I don't think it's good to remember some stranger hitting you in the back of the head with a baseball bat.” Beomgyu added, making Huening roll his eyes.

“You know what I mean.”

Huening ordered Beomgyu to pick you up and escort you out, which Beongyu listened. Bringing you out of the building, Huening following shortly after.

“How could you fall for such an obvious trap being such a clever girl? If anyone needs extra training it's you.”

𝚈𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙶𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗... 𝙾𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝.

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ᴬ/ⁿ: ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᵀᴼᴼᴷ ᴹᵉ ˢᴼ ᴸᴼᴺᴳ ᵀᴼ ᶠᴵᴺᴵˢᴴ!! ᴮᵘᵗ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ ᵐʸ ᶠⁱᶜ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳᶠᵘˡ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵉˡᵖᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ ⁱᵗ

The ocean was full of mysteries and secrets that no one has, nor should ever be discovered… the big body of water that was so beautiful yet so terrifying.

You, a regular Victorian girl who enjoyed reading novels under the big tree which sat next to a normal river, finding joy in being able to put yourself into the characters that you read in the book. Feeling as if you were the main character, growing a connection with those around you.

“Y/n, you tend to isolate yourself too much dear… wouldn't you like to spend more time with us? Your family?” Your mother found herself asking, looking directly at you as if she expected you to answer enthusiastically.

Truthfully, no. You were fine being alone and it was when you felt at your best. Being alone in the comfort of your books and imagination.

“If I'm being honest, mother, I do not think that being alone is a burden, as I quite enjoy the silence of going into the forest alone.”

Your mother and sister stared at you, unknowing of what to respond with. You hated the look of pity that they showed towards you, as if enjoying the company of one's self was something that should be looked down upon. The opinion of those older could never be the same as someone younger. The mind was simply at different levels of development, causing disagreements between the two quite regularly.

Looking around at the family who sat around the table, picking yourself up from the chair and grabbing your book from your lap to prevent it from falling.

“I believe I have some important manners to take care of…” you completed, beginning to make your way out of the dining room.

“Y/n, before you go you must be aware of something.” Your dad spoke, catching your attention and causing you to turn around to face him.

“What's wrong?” You responded, somewhat intrigued.

“Because me and your mother have been speaking about a better career opportunity for our company. I wanted to make you aware that next month we'll be moving over to a different town. Not far at most.”

You despised moving… however this time, it would be near an ocean. Meaning you would be capable of observing the same water that your current book, ‘A Hidden Atlantis’ was referencing. The same town and ocean that had been where the novel had taken place.

A Hidden Atlantis was a one of a kind book, you'd truthfully never read anything like it before. The topic of humanoid creatures whose legs resembled that of a fish was always interesting to you.

Something like that could never exist in the real world… could it?

It would only ever be real in paintings, books and imagination. It's place was not the real ocean that was full of mysterious creatures.

However… in the low chance possibility that something like a half human half fish existed. It'd be so beautiful yet terrifying. The same way its habitat was.

Your obsession with these types of mythical chapter books started when you found a ring on the floor of your new (now old) house. You were young, so the red ruby that sat brightly inside the ring wasn't something that appeared valuable to you, it was only ever stunning.

You kept it, never sold it for money… even though it would probably be worth a fortune. You always felt some sort of odd connection to it, causing you to never be capable of selling it. It was too special for you, despite the mystery that could've been a curse that attracted you to it and it's red gem

___

They told you to stay inside, but you found a way out nevertheless. They were silly if they didn't know you well enough to see it coming.

This was the very ocean right outside of your new home. The very ocean that the book described, it was right in front of you along with the same town and streets that the book’s main character walked on before in the history of the novel.

Sirens didn't exist, but maybe you could catch a glimpse of something that slightly resembled that of the mythical creature throughout your stay. It would make sense wouldn't it? Possibly if you were a believer.. but unfortunately you weren't.

Even so, you still enthusiastically made your way to the sandy beach located right under the cliff which your house sat over, finding a comfortable rock to sit on as you opened your book and lit up a candle

The young girl, Sharon left everything behind. From her friends and belongings to her town, all due to financial struggles between her parents. However the kind girl looked at things in another light, becoming understanding of her parents' situation and avoiding internal conflicts between herself and her family.

She took out the box which carried the old jewel inside. Seeing the gem glow bright red, reflecting off the same color as that of her eyes. Staring into the piece made her confident in the color of red, it was a beautiful color that many people associated with the wrong things. It was a treasure, and it made her feel the same connection and reassurance that she had felt since the start… since the first ever day she laid eyes on the ring.

She slipped the ring onto her hand, feeling the jewel slide off of her small fingers. However, she kept it on as she made her way to the dark waters that almost felt as if they awaited her.

She walked the path down the forest, catching a glimpse of the bright moon illuminating the cold ocean. It looked beautiful, almost magical as she walked near. Sitting on a rock and brushing her feet against the water, feeling as if it had been bringing her skin smoothness and youth.

“Beautiful night,” The young girl found herself whispering, as she looked far up into the distance to see the figure of a sunken ship, located right behind a chapped rock.

It’s boards and wood sinking down and dissolving into the water as it overflowed.

The news of the sinking ship was everywhere:

“Ship sank under unidentified circumstances.”

“Ship mysteriously begins sinking in the middle of the sea.”

“An unidentified ship reappears on the shores of...”

It was all over the newspapers, disaster would always be destined to happen.

The light of the fire which illuminated the candle flicker off, the strong winds didn't allow it to keep the fire. It was time to head back home and continue reading inside your room, where the wind couldn't get to you despite your delicate windows. It seemed as if a storm was approaching.

You smiled looking up and at the direct spot that the book described, not spotting a single sunken ship. Even if it was there at one point in history, the likelihood that it was actually the fault of a group of sirens and their enchanting voices and illusions was little to none.

As much as you wanted to believe, you knew something like that could only stay in your imagination. The same way dragons and vampires did. They could never exist in the real world, it would just be too dangerous.

Picking yourself up from the rock, you carefully climbed your way down and allowed the light from your barely lit candle to lead you back.

This ocean was close enough to your house that you were able to see the lights turned on in specific rooms. Best get going now if you hoped to not get caught sneaking out like you were strictly told not to.

Walking on the light sand before feeling your shoe step on something hard…

A rock maybe?

You tilted your head to look below you, bending your knees to get a better look at the object.

It was a ring… a blue diamond ring, washed away on the shore of the ocean. It must've been left behind by some tourist or someone who happened to be traveling the water’s. And really you didn't care to find out, as it was left behind and far too valuable to ignore.

You'd simply treasure it. The same way you did with the red ruby ring that you found in your old house when moving in.

“Y/n!” A young boy called out, running over to hug you tightly, almost as if you hadn't seen each other in a long time.

Turning around, you came face to face with a pretty young boy, beautiful cat shaped eyes that glowed as brightly as the day.

“Jungwon? What are you doing here..!?”

He smiled brightly and picked out a bright yellow dandelion from the grass, gently shoving your hair behind your ear and placing it right in between.

“I came to say hello to a friend,” He responded enthusiastically.

You shook your head and looked up, happier than ever.

“I understand but shouldn't you be with a doctor!?” You questioned to which he responded with a giggle and smirked at you.

“They told me that I should be outside a lot and have fun! So I'm following their instructions!”

Face palming yourself, you looked back up softly and picked up a bright yellow dandelion, mimicking his acts and placing it on his hair right above his ear.

He kept his gaze fixed on you, that was until you picked yourself up from the ground and began running around in the small garden right in front of a noble looking home.

Being a kid himself, he followed and chased you across the garden.

You looked happy… excited… like children…

Finally, your brain snapped back to reality.

“What the hell was that…?” You muttered to yourself, being unable to comprehend the vision that gave you more than just deja vu.

You looked into the dark and gloomy ocean, spotting a figure of a young man looking in your direction. His bright brown eyes which seemed to illuminate more than the moon pierced straight through your soul in an almost terrifying manner.

Shaking your head and rubbing your eyes… you convinced yourself to be seeing things.

You looked back in a panic and there was nothing… no figure… no eyes… simply nothing..

“Of course… I must be lacking sleep…” you managed to stutter, snapping back up to your senses and running back home. After all, not getting caught was your main priority right now.

***

And so the kind girl Sharon ran back home, stumbling upon an object which appeared to be a gem, closely resembling that of her own. The young girl picked up the ring and placed it in her pocket, she couldn't just leave it behind. She'd collect it.

Upon looking into the distance, she found herself staring directly into the eyes of a creature in the ocean.

Her kind heart forced her to yell, “Are you alright dear sailor, do you need assistance?”

However, she received no response…

Chills ran down her spine as he stared at her intensely, not even blinking once throughout the entire process… Sharon, upon feeling uneasy decided to run and make someone aware along the way of a possible sailor that could've been in danger.

Little did she know that she had stared into the eyes of that of the most dangerous…

All because she touched what was his… and you should never touch anything that belongs to a siren…

____

“Jungwon. For dear god’s sake, why are we doing this?”

Jungwon turned around once again and sighed, “For the 100th thousand millionth time, it's because that young lady took my ring. So I'm returning for it.”

“Indeed but this is a bother. Someone's going to find out one way or another and we'll be dead… Why can't we return to the shore and find you another identical ring? There's plenty in the ocean-”

He froze mid sentence upon seeing the eyes of his little brother staring at him. Despite being older, Jungwon intimidated him and he couldn't deny it. Jungwon’s strong point was his eyes and he fully took advantage of that.

“Jake- if you would like to return you can always do so… I didn't need you to come either way-” Jungwon managed to mutter softly.

Jake frowned, “I'll stay with you. I don't want you out here in the human world alone with absolutely no one supervising you.”

Jungwon smiled and nodded, “Alright then, let's make this fast.”

Jake followed his little brother. He had always doubted the connection that Jungwon claimed to have with his ring up until now; more like up until a year ago. Whereas Jungwon dropped his ring while traveling in the oceans at night and was somehow able to find it immediately after he noticed. Retracing his steps and locating the small object in the depths of the massive ocean. Jake was sure that he had a tracker on that thing because that would've been otherwise impossible.

And right now was no exception, in fact it was only convincing Jake furthermore that there must've been a hidden tracker somewhere within the tiny corners of that small ring.

Jake’s frown only turned into an annoyed stare as he watched Jungwon get ahead of himself, leading them to who the heck knew where. “Do you even know what she looked like?”

Jungwon shook his head, still keeping his gaze forward, “Absolutely not.”

Jake sighed, “Why did I expect that… with that keen eyesight of yours I really would've expected you to at least see her hair color.”

“It was dark hyung-” Jungwon completed, noticing Jake nod in agreement.

“I know but for some reason you can spot everything about a person at night except for the thief of your ring… and what if she sold it already?”

Jungwon sighed and shook his head, “I’d rather not think about it but in that case scenario then we'd have to purchase it again-”

Jake stared at Jungwon, “You can't be serious.”

Jungwon turned around, “Should I rephrase that? I'd rather say- I'd have to purchase it again.”

“There's dozens of trade shops on land- how are you gonna locate the exact one!?” Jake asked, almost yelling to which Jungwon backed away nervously and blinked a couple of times before answering.

“I'll find it, don't worry.”

Jake was upset but he wanted to support his brother. That ring was special to Jungwon ever since infancy and he didn't want to say anything rude or careless, let alone both.

“By the way, lower your voice because other people are going to hear you and will suspect us. You're going to throw us both under the bus with your yelling-”

Jake bowed to his little brother and apologized repeatedly, “I'm sorry, it's a little complicated to contain my emotions to a certain volume.”

Jungwon shook his head in denial. “It’d be quite alright if you hadn’t told me earlier that being on land was far too risky. I know just as much as you do so you have to keep in mind that one wrong move could land in us having our heads chopped off,” he expressed, to which Jake simply put his palm up to his forehead.

“Don’t even mention it.”

Suddenly, Jake crashed into a woman who had been walking the same streets they had been, maybe around her early 20’s. Despite the cloak that had been covering her face she looked quite beautiful. Long hair neatly put up in a ponytail and perfectly arranged across her shoulder.

“Oh, I beg your pardon as I was distracted-” Jake stuttered out nervously, noticing her turn around and bow in apology.

Jungwon’s gaze swiftly shifted onto her eyes, his alert up high.

“I apologize- I was a little careless myself.” You chuckled. Jake froze in silence, ultimately overcome by the beauty that he never knew could belong to a human.

Jungwon smiled, “I excuse my older brother- nevertheless what is such a beautiful young woman doing around here alone? Not to mention you yourself look quite of noble status. Is there a reason behind this?”

Suddenly becoming nervous, you began fidgeting with your fingers. “Haha- was it obvious that i’m a noble?” you muttered, to which Jungwon nodded.

“Your clothes and form of speech give it away.”

You laughed ever so slightly and nodded. “You see, I’m actually new to this area and happened to grow curious about exploring the town as the views are spectacular.”

Jungwon looked over to where you turned; the ocean that he himself had belonged to. The cold ocean that had belonged to him and many others who were just like him.

“I see that you are drawn by the landscape?” Jungwon turned over to you, seeing you nod in approval.

“Correct. I don’t come from a very green place like this one, so this feels almost like a wonderland… like those types of forest or villages that you read in fairytales.”

Bingo.

That was all he needed to know… this was her… the girl who had visited the ocean the other day late at night… the thief of his ring that was so very beloved to him.

“I happen to notice that you have a specific love for reading?” Jungwon questioned, noticing your eyes light up as you looked back up at him.

“You seem to be very good at guessing- yes, I very much do love reading books and novels.” you blinked, a little taken aback by how well this stranger seemed to know you.

“I’m glad. I happen to enjoy reading myself.”

You felt some type of odd aura about him.. You were unsure if it was just you overthinking or if this was actually something that you should’ve been concerned about. From the moment he spoke you felt nothing but comfort, you felt safe. Which wasn’t something an ordinary human could’ve made you feel,

~~~

Walking up to a fruit stand, the lady in front smiled at you.

“I’ve never seen you around before, are you new around here?” she asked, making you nod in agreement.

“You’d be correct, I’m not from here, I hope that is alright,” you responded, seeing her nod repeatedly in reassurance to your doubts.

You looked back at the ocean that you felt attracted to for some odd reason. It wasn’t clear to you whether you only felt that way because of your book or because there was actually something magical about it… not to mention the eyes… those eyes that glowed brighter than the moonlight..

“I happen to notice that you really like our water’s?” She smiled, to which you flinched as you didn’t notice her staring.

“I do… may I ask why no families are down there constantly?” you questioned, noticing her give you a confused glance making you panic in case you asked the wrong question. “I’m a little confused because normally there would be a couple of swimmers, no?” you added, your nerves making you unable to say the sentence correctly.

Luckily, she understood you and waved her hand in dismissal.

“Oh dear, it’s prohibited to swim in any waters around here.”

You stayed silent, confused yet amused. “May I ask why…?”

She turned back to look at you, “Oh dear, haven’t you heard? It became banned around the late 1850’s due to the amount of siren spotting there had been. Not to mention the amount of ships that went missing in such a short period of time around this area recently. I feel so poorly for all the families of those navigators..”

Thoughts began circulating in your mind. That wasn’t possible… After all siren’s weren’t real.. They have never been real. They were mythical creatures.

“By the way dear, be very careful with who you trust on this land. Siren’s are very alluring creatures who roam around this town just as freely as regular citizens. Don’t get confident just because we're not in the sea.”

“Wait- siren’s can shapeshift and blend into humanity too?” You exclaimed, almost yelling in surprise before you caught yourself and covered your mouth, lowering your voice to a lower volume.

The woman chuckled, “Why, of course they can.”

“How can I spot a siren…? Among all these humans…?”

She looked around and signaled you to come closer, you followed her orders and leaned in.

“Siren’s will always have attractive and manipulating eyes… never forget that as it may save your life one day.”

~~~

His eyes were gorgeous… almost hypnotizing to look at, you've never seen eyes so gorgeous like his, they seemed almost unreal.

Face to face with a pretty young man, beautiful cat shaped eyes that glowed as brightly as the day.

Face perfect and screaming off the sense of innocence. Almost making you think that this was in fact the reincarnation of the word itself. Which in itself was odd enough,

But you couldn't judge a book by it's cover. After all you weren't even a believer- just a little frightened by something a woman had said earlier. You needed proof of sirens before you actually believed in them, even though there was no way of explaining what you had happened to see down in the shore the other night.

However, his eyes were that of something supernatural and you felt it.

___

You found yourself walking late at night alone in the streets of the town; surrounded by people and their terrified whispers.

“What time did you say sirens come out again?”

“I think I may have just run into a siren- it's eyes look surreal-”

Sirens, surreal looking eyes. Put together it made sense.

Something not human could never fully shapeshift or become a human. There will always be something that gives it away.

However, this was going too far.

“Hey, we meet again.” A voice from behind you called, snatching the magazine from your grip and rolling it up in between his hands.

“Oh- good afternoon..?”

“It would be good night as of right now.” He smiled. You'd be lying if you said you didn't get flustered the moment he did so, seeing him smile with such a handsome face. There was no way you couldn't react.

Smiling back, a bit of pink flushing over your cheeks. “Yes, I apologize. I happened to be making my way back home right now; I hope you can excuse me.”

His face became a small smirk, almost teasing as he looked back at you. “From what I can see, you don't happen to be accompanied by anyone?” He asked, despite your guard going up high, there was no use in lying, you had run into this same man earlier and you had been alone, so you simply nodded.

“Would you like me to come with? Better not get tricked by any sirens.”

You felt your cheeks warm up again, flustered by this man and his alluring personality.

“What did you say your name was again?” You asked, realizing you had never gotten his name in the first place. Unconsciously beginning to walk, making your way back home.

This almost felt familiar….

Sharon walked her way back home with the claimed stranger which she had seen earlier that day.

Questions arose from the young girl's mouth, not anything wrong, at least not to the ears of something so magical and mythical like a siren.

“What was your name again?” Sharon asked in a low pitched muffle.

“I couldn't catch that.” His eyes glew in the dark as his mouth spoke. Something about this man was so alluring and she couldn't catch a grip of what it might've been.

Maybe his attractiveness? His eyes? Seductive and teasing nature perhaps? Everything about him seemed surreal, the way his words were able to manipulate her to make decisions that she wouldn't have made otherwise. It almost seemed effortless.

Sharon smiled nervously, “Your name. I didn't manage to catch it.”

He grinned, “Edward.”

One of the rules about a siren, they only ever said their first names in an introduction, never their last. They didn't have a last name to give, at least not now.

Sharon looked back at the man who walked behind her, his eyes locking on hers as she kept the eye contact for a hot moment. It wasn't willingly, because something about his eyes felt as if there was some type of rope connecting and bonding their souls, as she was unable to look away.

“You have beautiful eyes Edward.” She smiled, noticing him nod knowingly.

“I've been told before, young Sharon.”

It felt odd, they were both young, around each other's age perhaps. It was likely a form of speech however it was still off putting. Sharon could never get used to being called young by someone who looked so young themselves.

“Alright then; Edward, how old are you.”

It was a forbidden question and she knew it. Sirens didn't have an age, at least not that they were aware of. Normally becoming unable to answer the question properly, ending up in them executing their plans earlier than expected, causing a scene that would be far too messy to clean up afterwards.

“Not sure. I was abandoned at a young age and have no idea of when something so basic like my birthday is.” He responded, voice lowering as he turned to his side.

Good answer, Sharon thought. Looking back at the young man and smiling.

“You look fairly young. Edward.”

He was taken aback, he normally disliked the mention of just his first name because of how disrespectful it sounded, and this… this had been the third time she directed him by his first name solely.

He looked at her sharply, “If you could, I'd really appreciate a title in the beginning like Mr before my name.”

The young girl turned around enthusiastically, still skipping towards the direction of her house rapidly as she laughed softly. Her face giving off nothing but innocence.

“But why? Edward is a pretty name. A last name like … would suit you impeccably!” She exclaimed.

“Jungwon.” He answered.

Walking up the pathway which sat on the hill that led up to your house, grass awaiting you at the top.

“Well then, Jungwon do you believe in sirens?” You asked, almost testing him for an unknown reason that not even you knew.

It seemed like he had caught onto this, as he half sighed, half chuckled. “You really can't believe nor not believe in something you haven't seen before. There will always be those who claim to have seen other worldly creatures, you can't believe them, but you can't proclaim them as liars either.” He smiled.

Good answer, you thought.

“Say, Jungwon, how old are you?” You grinned, noticing him do the same.

It's a test, he thought to himself, unable to think of the correct answer if there even was one. As a siren one of their biggest pet pieves was lying. He couldn't even make up something to protect himself unless if he wanted to be looked down on.

“Not sure, I don't even know something so simple like my birthday.” He frowned. You looked back, sincere nostalgia hitting you the moment those words came out from his mouth, however you were unable to pinpoint why or where it was coming from.

“I see,” you added, turning around and looking at him directly.

Unable to hold back, you looked back at him and sighed.

“Do you believe sirens are as evil as humans depict them to be?” You found yourself asking, continuing to walk forward even if the answer he'd give held you anxious.

He grinned and kept his gaze on you, despite not looking at him you could feel his eyes pierced through your skin.

“I think it's similar to humans. There's bad people out there and there's good. I don't see why something so similar should be any different. Sirens are technically human, that's why they don't have too much trouble blending into humanity, they can pull it off rather easily in a matter of fact.”

Your shoulders fell in relief, not even noticing the way they had been so tense.

“I'm glad to hear that,” You smiled, “It’s better to not take guesses about creatures we have never seen or met before.”

He nodded.

“She's different.”

“Well, Jungwon, it looks like we've arrived.”

He nodded and peaked his attention to the house he found himself at.

He had forgotten completely, he was here for a reason and he was going to leave with that one reason fulfilled. He didn't need any doubts.

“It has been an honor my lady.” He leaned down, asking for your hand.

You gave it to him, and he landed a singular kiss on the tip. It was a regular gentleman act at the time, however your cheeks could help but rose and warm up, it was a little shameful to have fallen head over heels for a stranger.

“Yang Jungwon?”

Snapping, he immediately looked up at you.

Yang Jungwon, Yang Jungwon, Yang Jungwon

That name rang in his ear like a bell, repeatedly. What was this? Why did it sound so familiar to him?

“I'll hope to see you another day.” You smiled.

He simply smiled back and waved, nodding in response regarding your statement that had been said a little unexpectedly.

Tears rolled down your cheeks, as you looked at the bed with the pale kid who was at once a healthy boy... your friend.

“I would like to give you this.” He handed the hand which had been clenched shut, holding onto the piece tightly. “I unfortunately don't have much time left, however I would like to give you this. That way if we ever reincarnate again, I'll find you.”

You couldn't contain your emotions, the tears streamed down your face and a wave of emotions hit you.

You entered your home, closing the door behind you while holding your fingers and making your way upstairs to your room. You wanted to take a cold shower before heading off to bed.

Slipping off the coat and relocating it onto a chair that sat in front of your desk. Looking down at your fingers and noticing the bright blue ring missing. Only being left with your original red ruby ring.

You looked everywhere in a panic. Had you dropped it on your way back? It would've been possible as it slipped off of your tiny fingers constantly. It was far too oversized for you.

Suddenly the memory overcame you. He kissed your wrist, in contact with your hand and fingers directly.

Looking out the window, seeing the moon glowing bright blue with a tint of red on a few corners of it. The water in the ocean splashed as if something or someone had just went back in. Enough time has passed, the ring was his priority

Yang Jungwon, who are you?

It was about time, Sharon thought.

There was always going to be different habitats for every living organism. Humans would locate on land, you'd find them there if you ever found yourself searching. Maraine animals would be found in the water, and wild animals would be in the depths of the trees.

Just like marine animals don't belong on land, humans don't belong in the water. The same was wild animals wouldn't belong in the ocean, they wouldn't survive.

It was the same way that the world worked, it was cycle.

Sharon wrote furiously onto the sheets of paper, many stacked up on the side and many scattered on the floor, it was unavoidable to anyone who experienced the same that she had.

The main message the young girl left for anyone and everyone who dared to pick up and look at the contents of this novel which started out as a diary.

History repeats itself. Never doubt it.

I can’t, I am hurt

“Hyunjin one shot”

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x female reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: mention of anxiety and blood

Word count: 1.6 K

A/N: I wanted to write something but I wrote this :”)

[12:00 AM]

I am sitting, alone in a corner of my room. Hugging my knees with my head low; it’s dark and the moonlight is the only source of light which is falling on the room and keeping it a dim so that the room is not pitch dark. Everything seems like, I don’t have any feeling anymore. The moment he left me saying; “I am done with you” still hurts me. It’s been two days; I want to stop thinking about him. My fingers didn’t stop bleeding although I stopped scratching my thumbs; now the second finger is also bleeding of both my hands. My tears stopped falling; although I want to cry more but it was like I couldn’t anymore. I was scared, scared to see anyone like that anymore; people might come and start hitting me again, I can’t handle that anymore specially after he left. He always saved me whenever I had tough time with people, he stopped people from abusing me and he brought me here to live with him so that I could escape from them and we could live together. I was scared, that everything might repeat the way it was in past, before meeting him. I wanted to tell myself, that I am okay but it’s just me in the end who wasn’t ready to accept the lie.  

   I wish he could come and talk to me; I wish he could take me in his arms. I can’t wait to touch him once more, I miss him. I miss his feeling, I miss his warmth, I miss his voice. I just miss everything. I miss the way he smiled at me. I miss him cuddling with me until I sleep. The bed seems cold now; without him.

 How much I tried to stop myself from thinking but I can’t.

 2 DAYS AGO

  It was raining. I was near the window in our bedroom; I heard Hyunjin enter and he sighed; he was late as usual. “Hyunjin, you had dinner? It’s quite late” I heard Hyunjin sigh. I looked at him he was sitting on the bed. “Hyunjin, is something bothering you?”

“Nothing. Stop, I am sick of it”

I told myself that it’s okay maybe he didn’t mean it.

“Okay, I will stop, just let me know when will you be okay.”

“I’ll be okay once you will stop bothering me.” He looked at me.

“Hyunjin, I understand. I won’t as-”

“What do you understand? Tell me? What do you know?” he suddenly started shouting.

“Hyunjin calm down, please you’re scaring me.” I was scared. I was scared what he might break things again infront of me.

This was the second week; he was behaving like this. He was always so stressed and I give him space for that. I tell myself to help him but he just keeps on blaming me for everything. He comes home late, all stressed and I try to help him but it doesn’t help him. I let him take out his anger and frustration on me because I was scared of him leaving me.  His behavior was getting harsh and I was getting scared. Last Sunday he broke 3 glasses just in one go. This Tuesday, he threw the plates on the floor during dinner; because I asked him to eat with me.

“Shut up” he threw my favorite flower vase in the floor; it broke into thousand pieces. He gave it to me on my birthday. It was reminding me of my childhood. The way I was treated, my memories were scaring me. I hate my past. He knew everything well that I can’t take this, not after when I nearly faced my death one day. His behavior was scaring me the most, the way he was doing things.

“Hyun-Hyunjin please don’t do. Hyunjin please” I shouted

“I am done with you.”

“Hyunjin, listen”

“You just give headache to me. You are annoying” he said looking at me and I was already crying.

As he went out, I broke down on the floor. I was devastated; I wanted to run to him and stop him but I couldn’t. Something was holding me back. I snuggled up in a corner.

[12:30 am]

Since then, I was a mess. I don’t care how I looked right now; I just wanted to see him and hold him tight. I told myself, even if he wanted to leave me one day; I will let him go because I want him to be happy. But now his love made me weak. I miss the way we randomly started walking at midnight in the streets, his soft kisses, our random night dates. I miss everything.

Hyunjin POV

[11:30 pm]

 I miss her. “Jeongin, I want to see her, should I just go and say sorry for everything? I shouldn’t have done that and I know she hated when people threw things and get into arguments. I realized my mistake, I let my anger take over me. I shouldn’t have done that Innie. I-” I broke down infront of him. Jeongin hugged me tight. “Yah, don’t cry and go. I know you miss her; she loves and you love her too. You couldn’t focus on anything since that night you came to dorm at 1 AM. Go and hold her tight in your arms again. She must be scared. She is closest with me after you, she isn’t picking up her phone and I guess the battery is dead now because it says the call is unreachable.” Jeongin looked at me with a smile. I noticed it was just me and Jeongin in the practice room because everyone left after practice hours; I got up and took my black cap and mask and went out. I drove to our place.

[12:30 am]

   I rang the bell, but there was no response. I took out the spare key and opened the door, I called her name; she wasn’t giving me any response. I ran to our bedroom and opened the door; I heard screams as soon as I opened the door.

 “NO. DON’T HURT ME PLEASE. PLEASE GO. HE LEFT ME ALONE SO PLEASE GO.” She shouted.

“Y/N!” I said her name

“DON’T COME NEAR ME PLEASE!! GO!” She was crying and shouting.

I ran to her and hugged her tight. She was a crying mess, “Baby, I am here; I am sorry.” I tried to calm her down. She was grabbing my shirt tight. I was patting on her back. “Hyunjin don’t leave me please, I hate being alone. Please don’t leave me alone Hyunjin. Please, stay with me. I am scared.”

I blamed myself for being so careless towards her. She is a mess right now because of me. I made her like this.

“I am not leaving you alone. I am here with you” I told her, I hoped that it would help her. I looked at the room, it’s still the same as that night. The broken pieces of her favorite flower vase were still on the floor, the bed sheet is not on the bed anymore. Her bleeding fingers were holding my shirt tight.

“Hyunjin please just please” she cried out again, she was hurting and I am the one who was hurting her. I hated myself for doing this; to make suffer like this.

“I am right here, just by your side. Okay? Shh, calm down. Everything’s good now.”

She slowly calmed down. I looked her; her face was pale. She looked lifeless. I wiped her tears and carried her, and took her to bed carefully. She sat there, holding the tip of my shirt. I was about to bring the first aid kit to clean her finger tips which were bleeding; “Hyunjin please don’t go please” I looked at her; she started crying again. I was getting weak, looking at her like this made me weak. I hated her tears the most in my life and now I am the reason of her tears.

“I am not going anywhere, don’t worry. Let me bring the first aid? okay?” her eyes said it all, she was hesitating but she let go of my shirt. I brought the first aid kit. I cleaned her finger tips carefully; she had a habit of scratching her finger tips when she is worried and blaming herself. I applied cream and then wrapped a band-aid. “Hyunjin, I am annoying sorry. I will try- I sealed her lips with a kiss.

She was clearing blaming everything on herself. I wanted her to stop that. Everything was more than enough; I couldn’t let her suffer any more.

“You are not annoying; I am sorry I said that to you. I am sorry for behaving like a damn asshole since few weeks. I was stressed and I always let out my anger on you and also let me anger take over me.

I kept the first aid kit on the bed and cleaned the floor. I went to her, looked at her.

“Do you want to eat something? Should I cook something for you?” I asked her

“No, can I just cuddle with you? Hyunjin please.” She requested me, which she rarely did and I would never reject her request.

“Of course, we can. I will give you warm cuddles with love” I said her. She smiled.

Both of us we were cuddling, I was holding her tight and her hands were around my waist. “Hyunjin, I love you”

“I love you too my baby” I said her and she drifted to sleep.

Helldown Day and the Canon Power Balance

So, a large part of this AU has to do with the power balance of the realms being severely disrupted and altered. My canon basis for the fragility of the magic balance was originally the Ring in season two, but I just remembered that Helldown Day exists. Helldown Day is a far better example, in my opinion. While The Ring showed how the power of the realms in general can go horribly awry, Helldown Day shows explicitly that the magic of each realm must be regulated.

If Helldown Day is needed to protect the three realms in canon, then imagine how horribly awry the magic would go not only if Helldown Day were abolished, but the realm’s magic was intentionally bolstered each and every day?

I find it very interesting to think about the implications of Helldown Day in the context of this AU.

A mini comic inspired by a fun au that @jelli-jack made! :D

To summarize: Kenny dies permanently in that one episode (you know the one). And his ghost hangs around and watches all his friends grow up. They all can see Kenny (eventually), and promise that they'll always be there for Kenny even as they grow up.. Kenny promises to stay here with them for ever.

Except when they die... they don't become ghosts. Their souls move on. And it hurts, because Kenny knows they cannot control it. They aren't choosing to leave him. But they all made a promise. He wants them to keep it. He's scared of being alone.

Eventually everyone Kenny once knew is dead. But he still stays. Because they promised they'd come back. They promised they'd be together. And Kenny will do his best to keep his promise and so he will wait.

Until his friends kids are dead. Until their kids are dead. Until the end of the millennium. Until the rise of a new generation... until the end of the world.

Even if it hurts. Even if he's scared. Even if he's still just that little kid, who died so so young and really just wants a hug.

Kenny will wait for them. Always.

And eventually... what ever was keeping Kenny from moving on will end. Because all things end.

And Kenny will be invited to heaven. Or hell. To something new, some place in the beyond.

And even though Kenny could leave. He could.

He won't.

Because he made a promise.

And so he'll wait for them. Till the end of time.