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𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒌𝒋𝒊𝒏

Hiraeth : Yandere!seokjin x female reader (@wildestdreamsblog )

Mold a Pretty Lie : YandereProfessor!jin x undergrad!female reader (@blog-name-idk )

Fools Paradise : YandereStranger!jin x pregnant reader (@min-hoax )

Price of Prejudice : YandereLord!jin x femal reader (@girlmeetsliv3)

Mercy : YandereKing!seokjin x maid female reader (@raggaraddy)

Obsidian Pearl : YandereMerman!seokjin x female reader (@angelicyoongie )

Ringmaster : YandereRingmaster!jin x female reader (@koosbabygrl)

Closed Curtains : YandereDirector!jin x rookie actress female reader (@angellgguk )

Sit, still look pretty; : YandereHusband!jin x wife reader (@aajjks )

𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏

Let the Villain Win : YandereWriter!namjoon x female (@lemonjoonah)

Persephone : YandereMafia!namjoon x female reader (@deepdarkdelights )

Baby Fever : YandereIdol!namjoon x female reader (@wildestdreamsblog)

𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊

Latibule : YandereMafia!yoongi x female reader (@wildestdreamsblog)

Angel's Mask : YandereMafia!yoongi x female leader (@min-hoax )

Daisy : YandereTeacher!yoongi x female reader (@cosmostae )

𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒌

Runaway : YandereVampire!hoseok x female reader (@raggaraddy)

Forbidden Fruit : Yandere!hoseok x fem reader (@deepdarkdelights)

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏

Little Mouse : YandereBully!jimin x chubby brazilian female reader (@thvlouvre )

Porcelain : YandereDollseller!jimin x female reader (@deepdarkdelights)

The Scent Of The Flower : YandereStepdad!jimin x female reader (@cosmostae)

Defiant Affairs : YandereStepbro x female reader (@yandere-society)

From Afar : YandereTeacher!jimin x female reader (@min-hoax )

𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒂𝒆𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈

Open : YandereBully!taehyung x stalker-ish female reader (@euphoricfilter )

Strawberries : Yandere!taehyung x female reader (@cosmostae )

Cut : YandereActor!taehyung x female actor reader (@deepdarkdelights)

𝒋𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌

POLARITY : YandereBestfriend'sbf!jungkook x female reader (@darkestcorners )

DARKNETS : YandereHacker!jungkook x female reader (@darkestcorners )

Bloody Love : YandereKing!jungkook x female reader (@hongjoongscafe)

Hangman : Yandere!jungkook x female reader (@aft3rhrs)

The Deepest Marks of Essence : YandereTribeleader!jungkook x female reader (@lleldey)

The Crimson Shell : YandereMermaid!jungkook x female reader (@angelicyoongie )

Obsesión : YandereRugbyplayer!jungkook x hispanic latina reporter female reader (@thvlouvre )

Raven : YandereCultleader!jungkook x female reader (@darkestcorners )

I'm not human at all : Yandere!jungkook x female reader (@silv3rswirls)

Velvet Heart : YandereIdol! jungkook x female reader (@bonny-kookoo )

LESSON I : YandereTeacher!jungkook x bully student fem reader (@redsaurrce )

Companionship : Yandere!jungkook x female reader (@aft3rhrs)

Bunny koo : Yanderebunnyhybrid!jungkook x owner fem reader (@aajjks )

Your eyes tell : YandereTwin!jungkook x female reader (@angellgguk )

Brother Knows Best : YandereStepbro!jungkook x female reader (@cosmostae)

Angel : Yandere!jungkook x female reader (@silv3rswirls)

You Are My Crown : YanderePrince!jungkook x female reader (@redsaurrce)

Silver blades : YanderePrince!jungkook x fem reader (@jooniyah )

Scream, baby : Yanderebf!jungkook x female reader (@aajjks )

Nuisance : YandereStepbro!jungkook x female reader (@min-hoax )

Devil's Child : YandereStepbro!jungkook x female reader (@cosmostae )

Crush : YandereSimp!jungkook x barista fem reader (@aajjks )

Heartstrings : YandereNerd!jungkook x fem reader (@cosmostae )

Chapter 1

Perfedious : A disloyal and faithless person.

Pairing : Yandere!Seokjin x female reader (Mirae)

Summary : You had dreamt of a beautiful man who held a diamond ring in his hand for you and the dream had come true when you saw Seokjin holding the same diamond ring and he slipped it on - your sister's finger - not yours. Sometimes what you want happens in the worst way possible.

Warnings : Heavy Angst, Family Problems, Age gap, Dilf, Dub-Con, Infidelity, Affair, Toxic Behaviour, Eventual Yandere, Eventual Smut, Just wait for Seokjin's dark Pov [hehehe].

WordCount : 4200+

The bus engine roars to life and so does your heart, anticipating to be free from the weight it holds. As the vehicle pulls away from the curb, you sank deeper into your sit. You closed your eyes and drew out a sigh- surrendering and letting the bus drag you away from the sins you ploughed behind. Your weary eyes were fixated on the window, watching the cityscape fade away gradually. Slowly the streets grew smaller and blurrier.

You glimpsed at your reflection in the windowpane- hollow eyes tiredly fluttering. You saw the reminder of your pain decorating the red rims of your swollen eyes and that was enough to make your tears well up again. You clasped your lashes shut, guilty tears running down your pale cheeks.

In times when everything got too much. Too unbearable.

You'd done one and only one thing and that was runaway.

You'd go away.

Far away from home.

---------------

Harsh remarks, biting sarcasm, belittling words, that was all your mother had for you. Maybe that was what came as second nature to all mothers. They often nagged and ranted to their children.You'd even asked your friend Ari, if her mother also shouted at her all the time.

"Yeah, she scolds me but she always hugs me and caresses me after that." You ten year old friend had told you.

But your mother never did the latter part. She'd just leave you all sad and sobbing alone.

No loving words, no soft caress and no motherly warmth. You never got that. Atleast not after your father left home untold. It was after that day, her resentment towards you and your sister grew like a dark creeper. You'd never known the reason until one day you did.

"Your father left me because I couldn't give him a son!! There was no other reason for him to leave!!" She had spat irrationally on your faces.

It had hurt a lot at the sprouting age of twelve when she called you and your sister a liability. Minsu was older by eight years. Despite getting the same harsh treatment as you, you'd always thought she was at least lucky to have spent more years in the presence of father when everything was well. Unlike you who got no parental love and care.

Your mother had nothing to give you except her indifference.

No love.

No warmth.

And at some point, you stopped craving and begging for it as a child.

As the irritable years went by, it became more and more unnerving. And you no longer wanted to live like a quiet and depressed child, so you rebelled. You'd throw back comments and on queue the whole house would fill with shouts and screams. You were a total of three ladies in the house but the volume of noises that were heard outside were ten folds.

Your mother didn't wavered by your teenage rebellion. She just got more chances to cause drama. Reasonless arguing and condescending words.

Even public humiliation, the one time she came to meet your homeroom teacher. Nothing was worse when Miss.Choi had awkwardly asked you if she was your stepmother because indeed she treated you like one.

It became so exhausting that you gave up on fights and found ways to escape.

You stayed extras in school, went for night camps and trips, you just ran away from home.

This kept you away from your mother's temper tantrums for days.

You'd sleep more peacefully under the open starry sky than the roof of your own home.

-----------------

You were seventeen, when you had quite fortunately stumbled into this good-looking young man.

That time your nose had almost flared in anger looking at the feets of the stranger who had made you fall down until you looked up to see a handsome face.

That was the very first time you saw Seokjin.

Your face had changed from a dark shade of red to light shade of pink as you awed beautiful man.You were literally ogling at him from your tumbled down position.He was in his creaseless suit and dress pants.You had pretended to not notice the buckle of your knees when you took in his appearance.

How could a person be so handsome?

Your next camping trip was filled with whispers and giggles about the handsome man you had encountered and quite obviously got a little crush on. Your friend Ari had teased you all along the trip.She'd winked and nudged you with mischievous eyes and playful smile whenever you both shared a task and left you flustered.

It was under the canvas tents, that Ari had filled your head with intriguing and exciting scenarios about the man while chattering like a gleeful cat who was happy for her best friend to find a man for herself. Though it was far from the truth.

That day a tender symphony had played faintly in your heart.

That night, you had dreamt about him out of your impending fascination and admiration. 'His broad back; adorned in a white tuxedo; facing you. And then he turned back slowly- you stared at his beutific face, then his styled hair, then his pillowy lips and then his pretty eyes which fluttered up to look at you. You saw the caves filled with gems and diamonds in his sparkling eyes. And then you saw the velvet box in his hand which extended towards you.The box opened to reveal a precious diamond ring glazing so brightly that you shut your eyes from its intensity.'

Only to open your eyes and see Ari's groggy face the next morning.

Just the reminder of the fantasy brought a blushing hue on your face and fluttery feeling in your stomach. When you told Ari, she had squealed so loud in the bus and grinned at you.

"Your eyes are literally shining since you saw him, you know that." Ari told you in excitement.

"In all honesty, we should really go find him and then why not give it a try!!" Ari suggested.

And you shushed her because the single thought of meeting him again gave you tingles everywhere.

You had seen many girls with teeny tiny crushes but never thought you'd be one.

But again

You knew you were being stupid to dream about a man who was probably twice your age.

But again

It wouldn't hurt to dream.

-------------------

In the drapes of spring blossom, your sister got married.

As the vows and kisses were exchanged beneath the flower beds, your heart too, like the petals, fell to the ground.

The diamond in her ring finger shined just like the coat of tears welling up in your eyes.

Happy tears and sad tears.

You feigned the biggest smile till your cheeks hurt.

You had never thought you'd be so upset from inside at your beloved sister's wedding but you couldn't help it.

It was worth a grimace how familiar her groom looked to the man in your dreams.

Because indeed it was him.

Kim Seokjin

What a laughable coincidence it was!

Everything had happened so abruptly.

On the day you returned from your trip, you saw Seokjin for the second time.

But the foolish grin on your face was wiped away the moment you saw him sitting on your couch with your sister.

Their hands were intertwined like lovers.

And you were more surprised to see your mother's pleased face, who soon after declared they could wed in the coming week. The little celebration was carried on with clinks of wine glasses and plates of special dishes.

And you sat there dumbfounded and baffled by the sudden decision.

Minsu hadn't said a single thing about this.

Your sad face never went unnoticed by her and she explained to you with a calm sigh,

" I know Rae, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you but I was unaware that he liked me just as much I liked him."

"And then he proposed to me all of a sudden and I didn't feel like there was a single reason to say no."

And then she smiled bashfully like a damsel.

"Fate is a wondrous thing, Rae. I'm so grateful to the scriptor above wrote him in my fate."

Damn the scriptor.

You stomach had churned when you asked her,

"Do you love him?"

She looked at your glassy eyes.

"Do you think I'll marry a man I don't love?"

"Ofcourse I love him. Who wouldn't?" You felt your breath sink from her last sentence. You had seen the love and sincerity in her eyes.

Then her gaze shifted with concern to you and she squeezed your shoulder lightly.

"You are happy, right?" She asked you.

Your eyes darted away. You couldn't do this to her. You would not crush over her man. You should not.

You pulled her in a tight hug and hid your face as hopeless tears ran down your cheeks. You didn't know why you were feeling this myriad of emotions all of a sudden.

You couldn't place your finger on what you were feeling. There were so many things at once.

"Ofcourse I'm happy for you. J-just don't forget about me. Don't leave me alone with that omen." You heard her chuckle as she patted your hair.

"I will never leave you Rae, I promise."

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And that was how you stood beside her as her maid of honour. You stole a few glances at Seokjin who was so blissfully unaware about the way your heart and stomach felt tingles by looking at him.

You were so shameless to stare at him with intent just to see if he was really there and you weren't dreaming again.

You're not gonna lie but Seokjin looked so exquisite in his attire. So so beautiful that you almost got lost in watching him smile.

Seokjin wanted to have a small and uncrowded ceremony. He booked a hotel which was decorated like paradise. Interior graced with soft looking pink and white roses. And the garden was filled with cherry blossoms.

It was a wedding everyone dreamt of.

Under the trees, you sat with a pout and looked at the couple who were busy posing and capturing the memories of their wedding in the garden. Post wedding shoot.

Seokjin and Minsu,

They looked good together.

Now that you consider thinking, you were actually being childish and stupid to even have thought that you held any chance with him.

It was a stupid crush.

Little doration and little fascination, that was it all.

And it was plain stupid and dumb, to put so much strain and stress to your mind with whatever you were feeling.

Not only you but anyone would wish to have a man like him.

That's it.

One thing you knew was Minsu was dear to you and you'd do anything for.

So what you had to do now was let go of this stupid crush and the intrusive thoughts that came with it.

He was your brother in law now.

Avoid it or not.

And yet again you couldn't control the loud beating of your heart as he walked over to where you sat. Behind him, Minsu was still posing in her wedding gown.

You inhaled his expensive rosewood perfume as he sat down beside you.

Thank God your ears were covered by your hair or else he would have seen how red and hot they had turned.

"So, did you enjoy the wedding, Mirae?" He tried to strike a conversation with you.

You tried not to shy away from his gaze even if you were squealing inside just by hearing your name roll down his tongue.

" I-I did, it was gorgeous with all the flowers." You smiled and stared at the rose in his hand.

"And the food?"

" I didn't get to try the buffet yet because mother warned me to not eat before you both. I need to accompany you both."

Your voice grew smaller at the end thinking you spoke more than you needed to.

You heard his melodious chuckles looking at your frowning face.

"You don't need to worry about it, you can just go and have the food. Minsu had specially selected your favourite dishes."

Your eyes brightened at that and you looked up at him only to see him fondly smiling at you. He looked so princely. Your hands unintentionally squeezed the fabric of your baby pink dress.

You shook your head,

"No, I'll better wait for you both. And I guess Minsu's shoot is about to end."

You both looked at Minsu who was flaunting in her white gown ahead. Dangling a large bouquet of roses in her hand.

In your periphery, you saw him fiddling with a rose in his hand. He might have used it for the photoshoot.

You flinched when a blossom fell on you and he laughed at you. Your cheeks would have been dusted red by now.

"Why don't we go on a walk near the river until she gets back?"

He gestured towards the river at the other end of the garden. You gave a tiny nod and walked side by side.

The ceremony had ended by late noon and now the sun was dipping down the river. You had to crane your neck up just to look at his side face.

" I didn't get to ask this before but are you happy for your sister? "

You were stunned for a moment but put up a smile and replied,

"Yes, why would I not be? You both love each other and that's enough for me to be happy for her"

That's enough for me to let my chance go.

You were already getting tired to answer this same question again and again. Sick of convincing yourself that you were, happy.

You gulped when he observed your face for a few seconds, his eyes reflecting the golden sunset behind you and then he nodded.

Peering into his bourbon eyes was making your breath uneven. He was so so handsome, you had never witnessed a man like him. It was so hard for you to conceal the velvet fondness in your eyes.

You tried not to stare.

You tried not to show.

You were about to turn your face away to stare at the river on other side and also to hide your reddened face. But he tucked your elbow lightly,

"Wait"

His face was merely away from yours as he leaned down with furrowed brows. Your heart almost cried happily at his soft touch.

The symphony had come back and played in your heart again. Pellucid.

His leaned closer and his sweet wine-tinged breath hit you. Your legs were shaking under your frock. You were being skittish. If not for the light grasp he had on your hand, you would have staggered back and fell in the open river. Because your legs were out of control.

Like your heart.

Like your breath.

Like the ruby blood rushing to your full cheeks.

What were you feeling?

And what was he doing?

He plucked something from your lash and held the tiny piece of petal that had stuck in your lashes unknowingly.

"Uh, I saw this. It would have gone in your eye so I removed it."

He said simply as if he didnt just wrench your breath away and backed away.

You swiftly turned around to look at the shining ripples of water. Your eyes darted everywhere but at him.

You gasped when you saw something on the ground and crouched to pick it up.

Seokjin furrowed his eyebrows and leaned to look at the little leaf flat against your little palm, as you showed it to him.

A four-leaf clover

"You know it's so rare to find. Only the luckiest ones get the chance."

He was amused by hearing that and asked,

"So does it have more speciality?"

You nodded hurried and told him,

" Yes it does! The first three leaves are for hope, faith and love. And the fourth one which is rare to exist brings luck."

"Hmm..So aren't you the lucky one?"

You wanted to laugh and tell him that you were anything but.

It was ironic

To find a four clover on one your unluckiest days, if you put it out like that.

You grinned at him to hide your grimace and shrugged,

" I hope so I am."

" Ofcourse you are, now you got a brother-in-law at your side."

He said playfully and proudly.

Your insides winced at the mention of that awful term, you were already annoyed with that claim.

"But honestly, I will always love and protect Minsu, and hopefully take care of you too. I never thought I'd have such a little sister in law." He babbled his confession.

You had got so caught up with that 'take care of you too' that you didn't hear what he said next.

"I know how you two have been close and dealt with-with your mother, but I promise that- from now on I'll keep your sister happy."

You were melting at his words, at his need to constantly reassure you. That he found you important enough to assure it to. He was making you feel like the bigger person by saying those sugary words. And no one had ever taken that effort.

He even offered you the small pink rose in his hand to seal his promise.

And you took it with dreamy eyes, which you were sure won't get any sleep tonight.

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The bus screeched to a halt. You stepped down clumsily, clutching your bag. The bus drove off and you spun to walk forward as strides of your heels hit the cobblestoned lane of the small town.

The memories of your childhood swirled around you, winding through the streets like fleeting chuckles. Lollipops. Paper windmills. Little balloons. Your father.

This was his hometown.

The breeze caressed your face as if reassuring you that everything will be alright. You reached the designated home and knocked on the wooden door, only to be greeted by your Grandma's mushy face which bloomed with a welcoming smile.

The haven of herbs and medicines greet you next. Your grandma was a traditional therapist. She was known around for her herbal therapy. Everyone came to her 'Healing Home' for cure.

And maybe you did too. You came here for a cure. To seek her healing water which would wash you off your sins. To seek a balm to treat the wounds of remorse.

And to seek a refugee to coop up your pathetic broken self in.

It came easy for you to conceal what's inside you- your feelings. Conceal. Hide. Obscure them. That was what you had done all your life.

So just like your feelings, you wanted to hide yourself to. Anywhere. Away from prying eyes. Distant the whispers of blame and shame in your head. Detach yourself from his lingering scent.

You wanted to hide away and curl and cry and sought and mend yourself. And nothing was better than your grandmother's mending shelter.

She offered you tea. Caramel evenings were spend with honey teas and baked cinnamon rolls. You talked to her and told her how you wanted to take a break away from the city. You lied to her that office work was stressing and making you sick. You needed time away from all that and find peace.

Away from home.

Away from him.

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A/N : This chapter is pretty much about female mc and how she starts to like Seokjin.The seed is just sown. NGL it was way to angsty. Seokjin is good and kind in this and will be in further chapters until the facade slips.

Hope you all like this. Also comment if you wanna get added in the tag list.

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As you wish dove! I'll add you and Yes! Yandere Seokjin is just so devastatingly my favourite too. I had to write for him.😉🫶

Chapter 1

Perfedious : A disloyal and faithless person.

Pairing : Yandere!Seokjin x female reader (Mirae)

Summary : You had dreamt of a beautiful man who held a diamond ring in his hand for you and the dream had come true when you saw Seokjin holding the same diamond ring and he slipped it on - your sister's finger - not yours. Sometimes what you want happens in the worst way possible.

Warnings : Heavy Angst, Family Problems, Age gap, Dilf, Dub-Con, Infidelity, Affair, Toxic Behaviour, Eventual Yandere, Eventual Smut, Just wait for Seokjin's dark Pov [hehehe].

WordCount : 4200+

The bus engine roars to life and so does your heart, anticipating to be free from the weight it holds. As the vehicle pulls away from the curb, you sink deeper into your sit. You closed your eyes and drew out a sigh- surrendering and letting the bus drag you away from the sins you ploughed behind. Your weary eyes were fixated on the window, watching the cityscape fade away gradually. Slowly the streets grew smaller and blurrier.

You glimpsed at your reflection in the windowpane- hollow eyes tiredly fluttering. You saw the reminder of your pain decorating the red rims of your swollen eyes and that was enough to make your tears well up again. You clasped your lashes shut, guilty tears running down your pale cheeks.

In times when everything gets too much. Too unbearable.

You'd done one and only one thing at such times and that was runaway.

You'd always go away.

Far away from home.

---------------

Harsh remarks, biting sarcasm, belittling words, that was all your mother had for you. Maybe that was what came as second nature to all mothers. They often nagged and ranted to their children.You'd even asked your friend Ari, if her mother also shouted at her all the time.

"Yeah, she scolds me but she always hugs me and caresses me after that." You ten year old friend had told you.

But your mother never did the latter part. She'd just leave you all sad and sobbing alone.

No loving words, no soft caress and no motherly warmth. You never got that. Atleast not after your father left home untold. It was after that day, her resentment towards you and your sister grew like a dark creeper. You'd never known the reason until one day you did.

"Your father left me because I couldn't give him a son!! There was no other reason for him to leave!!" She had spat irrationally on your faces.

It had hurt a lot at the sprouting age of twelve when she called you and your sister a liability. Minsu was older by eight years. Despite getting the same harsh treatment as you, you'd always thought she was at least lucky to have spent more years in the presence of father when everything was well. Unlike you who got no parental love and care.

Your mother had nothing to give you except her indifference.

No love.

No warmth.

And at some point, you stopped craving and begging for it as a child.

As the irritable years went by, it became more and more unnerving. And you no longer wanted to live like a quiet and depressed child, so you rebelled. You'd throw back comments and on queue the whole house would fill with shouts and screams. You were a total of three ladies in the house but the volume of noises that were heard outside were ten folds.

Your mother didn't wavered by your teenage rebellion. She just got more chances to cause drama. Reasonless arguing and condescending words.

Even public humiliation, the one time she came to meet your homeroom teacher. Nothing was worse when Miss.Choi had awkwardly asked you if she was your stepmother because indeed she treated you like one.

It became so exhausting that you gave up on fights and found ways to escape.

You stayed extras in school, went for night camps and trips, you just ran away from home.

This kept you away from your mother's temper tantrums for days.

You'd sleep more peacefully under the open starry sky than the roof of your own home.

-----------------

You were seventeen, when you had quite fortunately stumbled into this good-looking young man.

That time your nose had almost flared in anger looking at the feets of the stranger who had made you fall down until you looked up to see a handsome face.

That was the very first time you saw Seokjin.

Your face had changed from a dark shade of red to light shade of pink as you awed beautiful man.You were literally ogling at him from your tumbled down position.He was in his creaseless suit and dress pants.You had pretended to not notice the buckle of your knees when you took in his appearance.

How could a person be so handsome?

Your next camping trip was filled with whispers and giggles about the handsome man you had encountered and quite obviously got a little crush on. Your friend Ari had teased you all along the trip.She'd winked and nudged you with mischievous eyes and playful smile whenever you both shared a task and left you flustered.

It was under the canvas tents, that Ari had filled your head with intriguing and exciting scenarios about the man while chattering like a gleeful cat who was happy for her best friend to find a man for herself. Though it was far from the truth.

That day a tender symphony had played faintly in your heart.

That night, you had dreamt about him out of your impending fascination and admiration. 'His broad back; adorned in a white tuxedo; facing you. And then he turned back slowly- you stared at his beutific face, then his styled hair, then his pillowy lips and then his pretty eyes which fluttered up to look at you. You saw the caves filled with gems and diamonds in his sparkling eyes. And then you saw the velvet box in his hand which extended towards you.The box opened to reveal a precious diamond ring glazing so brightly that you shut your eyes from its intensity.'

Only to open your eyes and see Ari's groggy face the next morning.

Just the reminder of the fantasy brought a blushing hue on your face and fluttery feeling in your stomach. When you told Ari, she had squealed so loud in the bus and grinned at you.

"Your eyes are literally shining since you saw him, you know that." Ari told you in excitement.

"In all honesty, we should really go find him and then why not give it a try!!" Ari suggested.

And you shushed her because the single thought of meeting him again gave you tingles everywhere.

You had seen many girls with teeny tiny crushes but never thought you'd be one.

But again

You knew you were being stupid to dream about a man who was probably twice your age.

But again

It wouldn't hurt to dream.

-------------------

In the drapes of spring blossom, your sister got married.

As the vows and kisses were exchanged beneath the flower beds, your heart too, like the petals, fell to the ground.

The diamond in her ring finger shined just like the coat of tears welling up in your eyes.

Happy tears and sad tears.

You feigned the biggest smile till your cheeks hurt.

You had never thought you'd be so upset from inside at your beloved sister's wedding but you couldn't help it.

It was worth a grimace how familiar her groom looked to the man in your dreams.

Because indeed it was him.

Kim Seokjin

What a laughable coincidence it was!

Everything had happened so abruptly.

On the day you returned from your trip, you saw Seokjin for the second time.

But the foolish grin on your face was wiped away the moment you saw him sitting on your couch with your sister.

Their hands were intertwined like lovers.

And you were more surprised to see your mother's pleased face, who soon after declared they could wed in the coming week. The little celebration was carried on with clinks of wine glasses and plates of special dishes.

And you sat there dumbfounded and baffled by the sudden decision.

Minsu hadn't said a single thing about this.

Your sad face never went unnoticed by her and she explained to you with a calm sigh,

" I know Rae, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you but I was unaware that he liked me just as much I liked him."

"And then he proposed to me all of a sudden and I didn't feel like there was a single reason to say no."

And then she smiled bashfully like a damsel.

"Maybe it was in my fate to have him."

Unlike you.

You stomach had churned when you asked her,

"Do you love him?"

She looked at your glassy eyes.

"Do you think I'll marry a man I don't love?"

"Ofcourse I love him. Who wouldn't?" You felt your breath sink from her last sentence. You had seen the love and sincerity in her eyes.

Then her gaze shifted with concern to you and she squeezed your shoulder lightly.

"You are happy, right?" She asked you.

Your eyes darted away. You couldn't do this to her. You would not crush over her man. You should not.

You pulled her in a tight hug and hid your face as hopeless tears ran down your cheeks. You didn't know why you were feeling this myriad of emotions all of a sudden.

You couldn't place your finger on what you were feeling. There were so many things at once.

"Ofcourse I'm happy for you. J-just don't forget about me. Don't leave me alone with that omen." You heard her chuckle as she patted your hair.

"I will never leave you Rae, I promise."

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And this was how you stood beside her as her maid of honour. You stole a few glances at Seokjin who was so blissfully unaware about the way your heart and stomach felt tingles by looking at him.

You were so shameless to stare at him with intent just to see if he was really there and you weren't dreaming again.

You're not gonna lie but Seokjin looked so exquisite in his attire. So so beautiful that you almost got lost in watching him smile.

Seokjin wanted to have a small and uncrowded ceremony. He booked a hotel which was decorated like paradise. Interior graced with soft looking pink and white roses. And the garden was filled with cherry blossoms.

It was a wedding everyone dreamt of.

Under the trees, you sat with a pout and looked at the couple who were busy posing and capturing the memories of their wedding in the garden. Post wedding shoot.

Seokjin and Minsu,

They looked good together.

Now that you consider thinking, you were actually being childish and stupid to even have thought that you held any chance with him.

It was a stupid crush.

Little doration and little fascination, that was it all.

And it was plain stupid and dumb, to put so much strain and stress to your mind with whatever you were feeling.

Not only you but anyone would wish to have a man like him.

That's it.

One thing you knew was Minsu was dear to you and you'd do anything for.

So what you had to do now was let go of this stupid crush and the intrusive thoughts that came with it.

He was your brother in law now.

Avoid it or not.

And yet again you couldn't control the loud beating of your heart as he walked over to where you sat. Behind him, Minsu was still posing in her wedding gown.

You inhaled his expensive rosewood perfume as he sat down beside you.

Thank God your ears were covered by your hair or else he would have seen how red and hot they had turned.

"So, did you enjoy the wedding, Mirae?" He tried to strike a conversation with you.

You tried not to shy away from his gaze even if you were squealing inside just by hearing your name roll down his tongue.

" I-I did, it was gorgeous with all the flowers." You smiled and stared at the rose in his hand.

"And the food?"

" I didn't get to try the buffet yet because mother warned me to not eat before you both. I need to accompany you both."

Your voice grew smaller at the end thinking you spoke more than you needed to.

You heard his melodious chuckles looking at your frowning face.

"You don't need to worry about it, you can just go and have the food. Minsu had specially selected your favourite dishes."

Your eyes brightened at that and you looked up at him only to see him fondly smiling at you. He looked so princely. Your hands unintentionally squeezed the fabric of your baby pink dress.

You shook your head,

"No, I'll better wait for you both. And I guess Minsu's shoot is about to end."

You both looked at Minsu who was flaunting in her white gown ahead. Dangling a large bouquet of roses in her hand.

In your periphery, you saw him fiddling with a rose in his hand. He might have used it for the photoshoot.

You flinched when a blossom fell on you and he laughed at you. Your cheeks would have been dusted red by now.

"Why don't we go on a walk near the river until she gets back?"

He gestured towards the river at the other end of the garden. You gave a tiny nod and walked side by side.

The ceremony had ended by late noon and now the sun was dipping down the river. You had to crane your neck up just to look at his side face.

" I didn't get to ask this before but are you happy for your sister? "

You were stunned for a moment but put up a smile and replied,

"Yes, why would I not be? You both love each other and that's enough for me to be happy for her"

That's enough for me to let my chance go.

You were already getting tired to answer this same question again and again. Sick of convincing yourself that you were, happy.

You gulped when he observed your face for a few seconds, his eyes reflecting the golden sunset behind you and then he nodded.

Peering into his bourbon eyes was making your breath uneven. He was so so handsome, you had never witnessed a man like him. It was so hard for you to conceal the velvet fondness in your eyes.

You tried not to stare.

You tried not to show.

You were about to turn your face away to stare at the river on other side and also to hide your reddened face. But he tucked your elbow lightly,

"Wait"

His face was merely away from yours as he leaned down with furrowed brows. Your heart almost cried happily at his soft touch.

The symphony had come back and played in your heart again. Pellucid.

His leaned closer and his sweet wine-tinged breath hit you. Your legs were shaking under your frock. You were being skittish. If not for the light grasp he had on your hand, you would have staggered back and fell in the open river. Because your legs were out of control.

Like your heart.

Like your breath.

Like the ruby blood rushing to your full cheeks.

What were you feeling?

And what was he doing?

He plucked something from your lash and held the tiny piece of petal that had stuck in your lashes unknowingly.

"Uh, I saw this. It would have gone in your eye so I removed it."

He said simply as if he didnt just wrench your breath away and backed away.

You swiftly turned around to look at the shining ripples of water. Your eyes darted everywhere but at him.

You gasped when you saw something on the ground and crouched to pick it up.

Seokjin furrowed his eyebrows and leaned to look at the little leaf flat against your little palm, as you showed it to him.

A four-leaf clover

"You know it's so rare to find. Only the luckiest ones get the chance."

He was amused by hearing that and asked,

"So does it have more speciality?"

You nodded hurried and told him,

" Yes it does! The first three leaves are for hope, faith and love. And the fourth one which is rare to exist brings luck."

"Hmm..So aren't you the lucky one?"

You wanted to laugh and tell him that you were anything but.

It was ironic

To find a four clover on one your unluckiest days, if you put it out like that.

You grinned at him to hide your grimace and shrugged,

" I hope so I am."

" Ofcourse you are, now you got a brother-in-law at your side."

He said playfully and proudly.

Your insides winced at the mention of that awful term, you were already annoyed with that claim.

"But honestly, I will always love and protect Minsu, and hopefully take care of you too. I never thought I'd have such a little sister in law." He babbled his confession.

You had got so caught up with that 'take care of you too' that you didn't hear what he said next.

"I know how you two have been close and dealt with-with your mother, but I promise that- from now on I'll keep your sister happy."

You were melting at his words, at his need to constantly reassure you. That he found you important enough to assure it to. He was making you feel like the bigger person by saying those sugary words. And no one had ever taken that effort.

He even offered you the small pink rose in his hand to seal his promise.

And you took it with dreamy eyes, which you were sure won't get any sleep tonight.

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The bus screeched to a halt. You stepped down clumsily, clutching your bag. The bus drove off and you spun to walk forward as strides of your heels hit the cobblestoned lane of the small town.

The memories of your childhood swirled around you, winding through the streets like fleeting chuckles. Lollipops. Paper windmills. Little balloons. Your father.

This was his hometown.

The breeze caressed your face as if reassuring you that everything will be alright. You reached the designated home and knocked on the wooden door, only to be greeted by your Grandma's mushy face which bloomed with a welcoming smile.

The haven of herbs and medicines greet you next. Your grandma was a traditional therapist. She was known around for her herbal therapy. Everyone came to her 'Healing Home' for cure.

And maybe you did too. You came here for a cure. To seek her healing water which would wash you off your sins. To seek a balm to treat the wounds of remorse.

And to seek a refugee to coop up your pathetic broken self in.

It came easy for you to conceal what's inside you- your feelings. Conceal. Hide. Obscure them. That was what you had done all your life.

So just like your feelings, you wanted to hide yourself to. Anywhere. Away from prying eyes. Distant the whispers of blame and shame in your head. Detach yourself from his lingering scent.

You wanted to hide away and curl and cry and sought and mend yourself. And nothing was better than your grandmother's mending shelter.

She offered you tea. Caramel evenings were spend with honey teas and baked cinnamon rolls. You talked to her and told her how you wanted to take a break away from the city. You lied to her that office work was stressing and making you sick. You needed time away from all that and find peace.

Away from home.

Away from him.

A/N : This chapter is pretty much about female mc and how she starts to like Seokjin.The seed is just sown. NGL it was way to angsty. Seokjin is good and kind in this and will be in further chapters until the facade slips.

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The Keychain [spooktober]

Pairing : Ghost!jimin x female reader

Genre : Horror Au

Summary : You had tried to take your keychain back from Jimin, only for you to push him in the process and him falling back in the lake along with it. He was never found and nor was the keychain. So imagine the horror when you find it lying on your desk, twenty years after.

Warnings : horror, angst, childhood mistake, difficulty to sleep.

WordCount : 1986

Your fingers sauntered over the keyboard as you typed away on your laptop. With a final emphasised click, you leaned back and sighed in relief that you had finally finished the part of the novel you'd been writing.

Your ears picked at the distant sound. Coming back and forth. The swing. It became clearer and more loud.

You smiled thinking that the children might be playing on the swing. It was normal because you lived on the second floor of your complex and often heard the kids playing.

You lifted yourself up from the warmed chair but halted when you glanced at the clock.

It was way past midnight.

No kids played at this hour.

The sibilant sound of swing was still heard.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. Curiosity got the better of you and you made your way towards the apartment balcony which directly faced the playground.

There was no moon. You peered your eyes around in the dark bleak midnight and to your horror you saw the swing.

But there was no one there. No kids.

And the swing continued to move back and forth. Back and forth.

You were familiar with such scenarios. You'd always feel the adrenaline rush to write out such a horror scene. It was your favourite genre. But to experience one in real life was not something you'd ever imagined.

You felt your guts pool up with bile as the swing kept moving without needing any force to push it. Your eyes darted around thinking someone was playing a prank. Your breathing became erratic when you found no one there.

The air left your lungs when you caught the glimpse of a silhouette sitting on the swing. You didn't see anyone moving. The person appeared out of nowhere.

You tried to pretend, tried to calm your frightened self. With the little lighting around the playground, you made out that the shadow was of a man. You kept looking at him until he turned his face slightly revealing his side face.

You had no owl eyes but the fact you could see him in so much dark was unnerving. As if the person wanted you to see them even through the shadows.

With your squinted eyes, you studied the outline of his face. His long hair was draped on his eyes, you could only see his nose and lips.

His plump lips.

The pouty curve of his lips.

Your heart fell, the flashes of the plump lipped boy coming back. Your fear and anxiety soared at the return of those needling instances from childhood.

You scrambled back in your room and into the bathroom and locked it. You splashed the harsh cold water on your face to reawaken yourself. Reawake from the nightmare if it was. You had to stop this.

You inhaled and exhaled feeling the sensation of pearly drops of ice cold water and tears falling from your face.

You stared at the reflection in the mirror. No, you couldn't let the dark tendril creep in your head again. No.

You had to stop thinking of him.

You had to stop thinking of Jimin.

Yet you hear it.

You hear the ringing.

The jinglings of the little bells that adorned your little keychain.

Your keychain.

It had a black cat with crosses on both eyes and little red beads along with tiny sonorous bells.

You had begged your mother to buy it for you on Halloween eve.

Your eyes had brightened and your mouth widened in awe as your liitle self played and dangled it in your hand.

You would carry it everywhere with you.

You loved the keychain.

Until Jimin took it.

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Jimin went to the same preschool as you.

He was a cute boy and wanted to be friends with you.

But because he was a cute boy, your teacher had dodged your rose and took his on teacher's day.

He was a cute boy but you didn't like him.

While making the sandfort, he would come to sit beside you but you would puff your cheeks in annoyance and move away from him.

You even swatted his tiny hands off when he'd tried to touch your fort or your drawings.

"Y/N, why don't you want to be my friend?"

"Because I don't like you."

"But I like you." He murmured on the verge of criying. Doe eyes welling up with tears and his trembling pouty lips.

He'd always be behind you and try to join you in activities but you would huff-puff and turn your back to him.

Once the teacher had instructed you all to make ornaments using little beads. You were engrossed in making a bracelet when someone lightly patted your shoulder.

You looked up to see Jimin holding a pink ring in his hand. He held it out for you.

"Y/N, I made a ring for you. Will you take it and be my friend." He said in a baby voice, his cherubic cheeks going pink.

"No!" Your plush face had morphed into anger. "Now, go away!"

His face saddened. With his head hung low, he went back.

Jimin had placed the ring on your desk before going. You couldn't control and took the ring in your hand just to inspect it with furrowed eyes and tight lips.

You actually liked it.

You hid your hands under your desk and wore it in your finger, liking how it adorned your finger.

Jimin didn't need to know that you took this ring because you still didn't want to be his friend.

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Your school had gone on a trip to a village and the children had lined up near the lake.

You were kept standing for long whilst your teacher gave instructions.

You heard the jingling sound and turned your head to notice Jimin playing with your precious keychain hanging on your zipper.

You spinned around only to be agitated seeing Jimin hold your unhooked keychain.

His plump lips stretched into a smile as he dangled the little cat.

"Give it back!"

You said and stomped your foot while Jimin just blinked at you with his wide eyes.

"Give it back to me!"

You tried to take it back from him but he dodged you moving aside.

"If I give it, will you be my friend?" He asked you, holding your keychain firmly in his hand.

Your nose flared as you latched at him to get your keychain back but he wouldn't let go.

You heard his little chuckles.

"Y/N, it tickles there!" Your prying hands had unknowingky tickled his stomach. His eyes turned into smiling slits.

But he didn't give it to you. Getting overly annoyed, you hands jerked him back, making him accidentally lose his balance and fall in the lake along with your keychain.

Kids screamed and teachers shouted, gathering around you and the villagers were soon sent to heed and rescue Jimin if he sank down in the water.

But they didn't find him.

After that, a barrage of shouts and slaps came your way from yours and Jimin's weeping mother. Shaken and trembling, you stood frozen.They didn't lodge a case against you because you were just four and innocent.

Your innocent mind had not completely gripped on what had happened. But as the years went, you realised you had unintentionally caused an unthinkable tragedy.

Your childhood memories soared.

The fact that you had taken away a life just for a insignificant keychain made you nauseous and loathe yourself.

You regretted not befriending Jimin. The poor boy just wanted your friendship.

You would curl up in your bed at night, fed up with the condescending voices in your head. You would even hear the sweet whispers of Jimin as if he was right beside you. And that would scare you to no end.

Your cries and screams had become consistent during the nights.

You were sent to your aunt and attended regular therapy sessions for a couple of years. That had helped you to seek redemption and unwrap yourself from the dark veils of childhood that had binded you. The whispers had gone.

You started to write. Finding nothing more interesting than horror genre. Because you could relate and revel in it. You could wallow in it to forget your ugly past.

And now that everything had been resolved, the memory of him returned back.

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You couldn't conclude whether your mind was playing tricks or you had actually seen a ghost. His ghost.

The ringing sound came again and you turned toward the door contemplating whether to open it or not.

This was the part you hated where the characters; despite knowing the danger was waiting for them; gave themselves away out of sheer and stupid curiosity, thrill and bravery.

And you were exactly doing that.

You unlocked the door and slowly walked to your room, the faint blue light spread in the room from your laptop screen. It was eerily quiet here.

With brisky steps, you walked to the switches to turn on the lights. But you stopped when you heard a beep from your laptop as it lit up brightly. You dumbly ran to it to check if you got any emails from publishers.

You sat down and opened your mail. But you hadn't received any. You proceeded to shut down the desktop and that was when your eyes caught the thing that sat beside your laptop on the table.

Your keychain

The same one you had lost.

The screen went black and your body paralysed with terror in the darkness of the room.

Your frozen eyes pooled with tears when you felt the husky voice near your ear.

"Y/N, I know you accepted my ring. Now you are my friend, right?"

The whispers had returned back.

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A/N : Happy Jimin Day!!!!! I've written this little fic for spooktober as well as for jimintober. Idk, this idea came up when I too heard the sound of swing ( but the children were really playing) and since then the scary scenario was pooping in my brain so I had to write it. Idk if the childhood perspective makes sense. Lol.

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Chapter 2

Perfedious : A disloyal and faithless person.

Pairing : Yandere!Seokjin x female reader (Mirae)

Summary : You had dreamt of a beautiful man who held a diamond ring in his hand for you and the dream had come true when you saw Seokjin holding the same diamond ring and he slipped it on - your sister's finger - not yours. Sometimes what you want happens in the worst way possible.

Warnings : Heavy Angst, Family Problems, Age gap, Dilf, Dub-Con, Infidelity, Affair, Toxic Behaviour, Eventual Yandere, Eventual Smut, Just wait for Seokjin's dark Pov [hehehe].

Word Count : 3865+

You woke up feeling groggy and lazy after a lethargic noon nap.

Minsu and Seokjin had flown to Paris for their so-called honeymoon.

You had to hide your irritation when she had excitedly waved the package tickets on your face. She was beyond ecstatic.

You had slumped and shrinked in your room after they left. Your house filled with silence and gloom.

You missed her already. You missed both of them.

The trail of your hopeless thoughts was cut off when you heard something drop on the floor downstairs. It would be your mother. She purposely clank the cutlery to make noises, to annoy you, a telltale sound when she wanted you down.

Reluctantly, you jumped out of bed and trudged down the stairs to the kitchen.

And there she was throwing away all the ramen packets you had bought to satiate your hunger pangs.

You were livid, the ramen was one of your favourite quick meals, something you relied on when you were too lazy to cook. And not like your mother fed you well when Minsu was away.

"What are you doing?" You shreeched in anger.

She turned to look at you with a blank and unbothered face as if she wasn't throwing your food.

"I don't want this trash in my house."

She said, as she moved to throw another packet in the bin. She didn't make any dinner last night, the poor noodles came handy, and now she had the audacity to throw them.

You ran to her with heavy stamps and tried to snatch the pack which led to a bit of scuffle.

"What is your problem?" You shouted in pure frustration.

"My problem is that I don't want this trash in my kitchen.You need to eat healthy and not this junk." She shouted suddenly, making you flinch.

You backed away and chuckled in mirth and disbelief.

"Like you ever worried about my health. You starved me yesterday and now you care!!!"

" You should know how to feed yourself. You're not a toddler to be pampered. You can't rely on me or Minsu all the time! " Her heated words did little to cool your boiling rage.

" I did. I did cook the ramen and fed myself." You said through gritted teeth, so tempted to spew out curses.

You were so furious, towards yourself. You had promised yourself that you would control and not be a part of this pointless wordmatch. But here you were.

"I said healthy food!" She clarified. Looking at you as if you were a dumb cow.

You gulped all the molten rage you wanted to fire at her. You're learning to cook healthy. You know how to. It's just once or a few times that you eat packaged food.

You sighed. If you continue, you'd never hear the end of it.

" So you care about me? " You changed the subject but didn't back down before hitting a nerve. You already knew the answer. You directed the fragile question in a mocking way.

One thing you were thankful for was that your mother never put her hands on you. Even though she seemed like she could beat you nuts, she didn't. She didn't cross that line.

But her sharp tongue would always do all the job her hands couldn't.

" If I didn't care about you, you'd be on the road today, thrown like this trash."

You just stared at her with an incredulous face. Wondering how she always managed to prick a needle in your heart.

She threw the ramen in the dustbin with a loud thud and purposely slided the spoon holder off the counter, all the spoon clattering on the floor with a disturbing sound. She walked past you muttering bitter,

"Useless trash…."

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You thought you could deal with it.

A stomach ache. It lasted for three days including today, only change being your periods joining the pain party.

You could take care of it, deal with these unwanted cramps. Spurs of pain shooting in your lower tummy. But you weren't able to focus much in the lectures.

During break, you drank water and began to eat lunch, thinking you'd feel better. But it got worse when your head started to spiral, heart palpilated and vision distorted.

You were about to faint.

Ari rushed you to the infirmary, supporting your hobbling body.

Tears clung to your lashes, as you limplessly fell on the ward bed. Ari remained beside you with concerned eyes. Cheeks flushed with sweat and embarrassment, you answered the nurse. The woman put you on saline, asking you to rest. Ari rung Minsu, quickly informing of your condition. She disappeared to bring your backpack.

The white walls of the infirmary screamed "You are weak!" in a hundred ways. You were beyond disappointment. You were going to be eighteen soon. Step into adulthood. Like this, like a weakling. Miserable. Good for nothing. Trash. Your mother was right.

Amidst the blaming noises, you heard Seokjin's voice, your heart plummeting with cold terror.

No. No. No.

You didn't want him to witness you like this- in a sorry state.

You clutch your eyes shut in humiliation, turning your head to the wall on the other end.You wanted to disappear, wanted to sink into the ground.

You felt his presence, rosewood scent diffusion in the antiseptic room. He squeezed your hand, his warm fingers touching your sweaty forehead and neck to check the temperature.

"Rae…?"

You couldn't escape this. You hesitantly faced him with droopy eyes- casted down to his hand which caressed yours. You couldn't look in his eyes- definitely full of pity. He'd think how pathetic and vulnerable you were. Couldn't handle a stomach ache.

"Are you feeling better now?" He asked softly.

Not at all. Why did he come instead of Minsu? You didn't want him here. Didn't want him to see your sickened swollen face.

You nodded. Gazing at his Rolex. You were bothered by a very different reason to care about your stomach anymore.

"Her BP is very low. It can happen due to blood loss during menstruation. The dose will work for now but she needs to stay more hydrated and eat well."

The nurse checked on you again. Passing a sympathetic smile which did little to ease your mortification. Your eyes shifted to Seokjin's. Sweetly staring soft appeals.

He had rushed all the way here. Decided to invest his precious time for your silly inconvenience. You instantly felt guilty for wasting his time.

"I'm sorry." You apologised, tears welling up. You didn't want to cry but you couldn't help it. " I know I wasted your time with all this."

"No, Rae. You didn't disrupt any of my time.It's fine. Minsu had an urgent meeting, so she couldn't come."

"I'm just s-sorry!" You sobbed, covering your mouth. You felt horrible.

"Rae, I know how you feel."

You looked at him. His honey molten eyes softened with genuine worry and empathy.

"It's alright.You're alright. Illness just comes and goes." He understood your plight.

" You don't need to blame yourself for it. It's alright to feel weak in such moments, you're only human. Sweet little human at that."

He booped your red nose and wiped your tears, offering you his angelic smile.

" But from now on, you need to take more care of yourself. Got it? "

You nodded again, no more self conscious, too consumed by his aisling presence.

Seokjin took you home. You glared at all the girls who ogled at him while walking out of school.

Once home, your drained self refused to eat anything but Seokjin stubbornly spoon fed you before taking medicine. It all felt so casual, too natural. As if you had known each other for a long time. And not just two months.

" Always remember that we are there for you, Rae. It's not wrong to need someone, to seek help. You shouldn't think that you're a burden or bother to us or anyone. You're not. Okay? " He said whilst handing you the prescribed pills.

"And you can always count on me. I'll be there for you." His voice, like a gentle candace, assured you. He was so considerate.

You smiled gratefully.You just wanted to hug him and you did. Awkwardly so.The moment your body brushed his, the tender symphonies played in your heart yet again. They grew louder every time you were close to him.

"Thankyou." you murmured against his chest.

His warm body felt millennial times better than the cold pillow you snuggled in at night. He felt like home. Warm and cosy. You clung to him like a homesick fool.

Reluctantly, you retracted your arms from his back, looking up at him. You'd love to be a stargazer and peer into Seokjin's eyes. For all the twinkles hid in there.

This wasn't the first time you were close to him. The first time was when you had bumped into him and fell down. He had offered you his hand and tugged you up, but you had again clumsily stumbled over him.Your noses brushed. Breaths fluttered. Eyes locked. You had never been that close to a man before. The lub dubs of your heart had quickened.

And you knew. From then on, every vault and crevice of your mind would be filled with his and his thoughts only.

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She was smiling.

Your mother was smiling. Not the one she feigned and faked outdoors to show her charms and courtesy. This was a genuine one. It reached her eyes.

Even the walls of your cramped house would be flabbergasted to hear her laughs. And so were you and Minsu. Your mother seemed too happy. Her face beamed as she spoke to Seokjin.

She had invited them for dinner.

You had seen the shift in her. She was so engrossed in cooking, humming and smiling dreamily. It was uncanny.

You'd never seen her being so affectionate, never thought she ever could be. All directed towards Seokjin, the man in the spotlight. You were confused at first but then it became clear.

She saw in Seokjin the son she never had.

It had stung, this was the part you always longed for, her affection and attention. Minsu was happy with this little change.

Even after finishing his, Seokjin wanted another piece of cake and to his surprise, he received three. Mother's, Minsu's and Yours too. Ending up eating the whole cake.

Ofcourse, God had favourites. So did your mother.

She was always soft spoken to him. Brought him a specially woven traditional coat. Prepared his favourite dishes and sent them to his office.

But she had wicked favours too.

She'd complain how the furniture was broken and coax him to buy new ones. Months later, your house looked like a complete renovation. All thanks to Seokjin's wallet.

Seokjin was too nice for his own good.

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You watched the delicate butterflies dance on flower petals, heart fluttering in synchrony.

It was your birthday.

Like every night, you were busy indulging in your fruitless thoughts. Fantasising about certain someone .

Only to see him in your room. You yelped in utter horror. His smiley face appeared out of nowhere, glowing in the candle light.

"Ta-da!"

Minsu switched on the lights, running to hug you with a wide smile.

"Happy Birthday Rae!"

You cut the cake. Wishing for the wellbeing of the two favourite people in your life.

You fed the cake to Minsu. You were so grateful to have her. You both had bonded strongly, sharing mutual hatred towards your mother. Offered each other a shoulder to lean on.

Unexpectedly, Seokjin smeared the icing, staining yours and Minsu's cheeks each.

You were going to pounce on him. But Minsu beat you to it, running to him like a wildcat. Their infectious laughter slowly seeped into every corner of the room, making it lively and joyous.

Your heart sank when you saw them kiss, cake forgotten, bitter taste on your sweet tongue, eyes on Seokjin's hand wrapped around Minsu's waist.

You shouldn't feel this way.

You couldn't let this crush get to your head.

He was your sister's husband.

You needed to stay away from him.

Your special morning started with a visit to the butterfly sanctuary. A colourful start. You were amazed to see the tiny butterflies, erratically fluttering here and there. Golden monarchs flaunting. Gracefully kissing sweet scenting flowers they pass by.

You walked in wonder. Eyes darted away from the couple beside you. Clicking pictures of butterflies. Most of them flying freely in the garden but some were kept in glass boxes. The rare ones. You gazed at the poised pink butterfly. So big and beautiful. You smiled at it.

Your lashes fluttered up at the man on the other side of the box, eyes fixated on the same butterfly. Through the glass, his eyes met yours, the moment suspended, they flashed with something for a fleeting second. But they turned into slits.soon after, as he passed you a smile.

The symphonies started to blare in your heart. Louder. Butterflies erupting in your stomach.

No. You had told yourself that you would avoid Seokjin at all cost. You forced a smile and walked away.

Despite him arranging everything for your birthday, you ignored him all the time, it made your insides twinge with a little guilt.

But you could'nt deny that this was your bestest birthday.

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"You should write a song." Ari babbled our of no where. You pinched your brows, a questioning look on your face. " On hopeless romance." She joked, busy swiping your birthday pictures.

You rolled your eyes, knowing she is spewing nonsense, going back to playing your guitar.

Seokjin gifted it. You wanted to jump on him and hug him tightly but you knew better. You loved music and always wanted a guitar of your own. You were so happy.

" A butterfly sanctuary, then the folk music museum, then the aquarium and then the lavish restaurant with jazz music. Fuck! Didn't he tick off all the places you wanted to visit just in a single day! " Ari spoke with widened eyes, amused.

"So what? I didn't even look at him the whole time." You said with furrowed brows. Plucking the strings, checking the tune.

Ari smirked, zooming in a picture where you and Seokjin were closest. Seokjin was looking at you, as you smile at the camera. " I can see that. But really you just fussed all day for no reason then!"

"He kissed her. Right in front of me. That too on my birthday night!" You let out, anger veiling your sadness.

" But he did all this. Took a leave, spend a whole fucking day off for you. Maybe he wanted to make it up to you." Why was she defending him? And why she being so delusional?

" He just did it all for Minsu. Because she'll be happy if I'm happy." You said, fingers stroking the strings aimlessly.

"You're being illogical. I have a brother in law too but he never did all this things for me."

" He treats me like a child. That day they both were pamparing me like I'm their daughter. And I absolutely hated it."

" Look you should see it in this way, if they see you like their child, they won't think of having one."

" Shut up!!" You face twisted in a weird expression. Mouth twitching into disgust. You detested the thought. "You are talking absolute nonsense! " She was being ridiculous.

Ari sat up nicely, hearing the door creak open, Minsu walked in.

"Hello girlies!" She greeted you both, placing her purse on the bed. She directly came here from work, looking at her working attire.

"Glued to the guitar already. I knew you would love this gift." She settled on the bed, scrambling through her bag. "Talking about gift, mine was pending. Here it is."

You opened the envelope, staring at the document. It was something related to ownership of a house.

"You bou…." She cut you off "Yes, we bought a house. We're moving to the house next door. Right beside yours." The moment her words reached you, your lips stretched into the widest smile. You were beyond elated. All the previous thoughts thrown out the window.

You snuggled in her neck, hugging her tightly. "I'm so happy" You looked at Ari across Minsu's neck. Her smiled mirrored yours, witnessing the soft moment of both sisters. " Thankyou so much. This is the best gift ever. We'll be close now." You hated to live alone, with your mom at that.

"I have another news, Rae." You nodded on her shoulder, asking her to continue, still not ready to detach.

" I think I'm pregnant."

And just like that your blissful smile dimed.

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(Present)

"When are you coming back?" He asked. You chewed the inside of your cheek, clutching the phone to your ear with quivering fingers.

" I-I'm not sure, Jin. The therapy will take more time." You sighed. "When I start to think it's getting better, the ache returns and it only gets worse." You explained to him.

You're not sure, not specific enough about which ache were you talking about. The ache in your stomach which had been tormenting you for months now. Or the ache in your…Nevermind.

"I hope the therapy works. I've been loaded with this project right now or I would have come to see you myself." He grumbled in slight frustration.

You shook your head vigorously and tried to silence your rushing breath.

"No- no Jin, don't worry about me. I'm better than before and Grandma is taking good care of me." That was the last thing you wanted. Him visiting here.

" Fine. But you know Minsu is worried sick and so am I. Good that she told me how you were doing when you weren't picking up my calls but hers." He said calmly letting you know that he obviously knew- you were avoiding him.

You stayed mute raking your mind for some excuse but he continued.

"Soojin had her recitation but no one was there to prepare her so she didn't go. Since then, she has been upset with us and more upset with you-that her aunt wasn't there."

"I know." You said sadly. Her pouting face flashed in your mind.

" And work is waiting, it's been two months now. I've managed till now but I cannot always cover up." He tried to control his tone.

"I know." You furrowed your brows and said in an inaudible voice.

He could. He could always cover up for you. But he was casting reasons to get you back home. To him.

" You don't. You don't know, Rae. Everyone misses you here." He sighed, digging yet another soft spot.

" I miss you all too, Jin. You need to un-" You voice cracked, feeling guilty and weak.

" No, you don't!" He sternly claimed." You didn't even tell me when you left. Am I that insignificant to you?" Your eyes welled up.

"No-" He cut you off yet again.

" Am I forcing you to talk to me? Tell me? I'll not call you from now on if you don't want me to." His words were snappy, tone upset.

A long pause dragged, he, waiting for your answer.

Your throat constricted. You couldn't speak a single word.

You didn't like how he spoke. He never used such a harsh tone with you. You were one minute away from breaking down.

You withdrew your phone and cut the call. You couldn't exchange any more words with him without crying your eyes out. And that's the last thing you wanted to do.

You thought that if you distanced yourself from him, he would just let go, forget about you and focus on his family. But that wasn't the case.

He was there, waiting for you.

To come back to him.

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You clutched your head with both hands, feeling your head spiral again.Your body felt fatigued after throwing up so much.

This unusual dizziness had clung to you for so long.You assumed it was a passing illness due to emotional stress but it remained for several days. Months now.

When it didn't get better from local clinic medicines, you decided to visit your Grandma and take her treatment instead of the city hospital.

You grandma patted your hair as you plopped on the dining chair lethargically. You quickly gulped the bitter liquid she gave you for your upset stomach. You rested your elbows on the table and covered your teary eyes.

"It will get better Rae. Have faith."

"It's been months now, grams." You sobbed.

"Do you want to visit the hospital?"

You shook your head,

"No, I'll get better with your treatment." You rubbed your red eyes and nose before putting on a smile to convince her.

Three months had gone in thin air.

You looked in the mirror, your body had fattened. You lightly slapped the plush of your cheeks and turned to find the outline of your breast and butt look more rounder.

Despite you throwing up all the food, you managed to gain weight. How was that even possible?

You removed your top to put on something lighter, but as you glanced in the mirror again, your eyes fell on it.

And you ignored it. Stubbornly ignored it.

You knew exactly what was happening to your body. You had lied to your Grandma that you were on birth control. You had also lied that you were getting your periods.

You were already on edge. There was so much going on in your mind, that you didn't allow much space for this thought. You had brushed it off in denial. Ignored it. Knowing well, that if you let this situation get to your head, you were finally going to lose it.

Third month, you came to accept it. You were horrified when you realised it.It couldn't be more obvious. All the signs were so clear. You wondered why hadn't your Grandma kicked you out already.

Your heart was filled with absolute dread and wonder at the same time.

There was a life growing inside you.

And you couldn't keep it.

You had scurried to the small pharmacy in the further corner of the town. Asked for abortion pills. You took it at night, lights switched off, in darkness, too afraid, too unwilling to witness another of your sins. Killing a life.

You had been taking the pills for a few days. You needed to get rid of it.

Maybe you had sensed it from the start. Your intuitions gnawing. Like the silence before a storm. A disaster. Your body had hinted. That's why you had run away from home and hidden. But what you didn't know was that the cause of the disaster was within you. Growing inside you.

" Please don't tell mom. Not now. Please!" You begged your Grandma, hysterically crying. She got to know. Your bump had grown. The pills didn't work. You had chugged the whole bottle in your mouth.

If your mother got to know, she'd kill you. You cannot imagine the mortification you'll be in when you face Minsu. What will you tell her? What will you tell Jin?

A new splash of cold terror poured on you.

What will you tell him?

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A/N - Finally done! I've kinda dragged this chapter a bit. Wanted to show the (very slow) dynamic between Jin and Rae. The last scene is my favourite. I wrote this whole thingy just to get to that one part. Also, I personally love Ari more than all the Mcs in this. Lol.

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Rotten

Pairing : Alcoholic/drugaddict Jungkook x female reader

Summary : Jungkook wiped the thick tears on her cheeks while his own slid down. The blood. It wasn't just blood, it was the life you both had created and he had destroyed just moments ago. He had overdone it all. In the daze of anger and alcohol. He had fucked up, he knew. It was your birthday and he had given you his rotten gift.

Warning : Unhealthy Angst, Violence, Physical abuse, slapping, kicking, cursing, arguing, mention of alcohol and drugs, drug abuse, no smut but very slight tension, they have a baby, implied miscarriage, implied killing, Jungkook is insane but tad bit emotional at the end.

WordCount : 2139

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It was starkly dark, the room was unlit except for the faint glow of the television which casted across the room.

The colours from the screen flickered over your glistening eyes, lashes droopy, deprived of sleep. You rubbed your eyelids with the back of your hand, smearing more of your mascara.

You sat there on the pathetic couch. Your face seemed solemn but you were anything but.

You were enraged.

Absolutely enraged

The only thing that refrained your nerves from bursting was the little baby tucked on your lap. You stroked her little hair as she blithely slept after fisting on your milk. She was the only thing that kept you sane at this point. So you kept her close instead of putting her in the crib.

You sighed heavily, shoulders slumping down making the thin strap of your camisole dangle down your shoulder blade.

Your eyes darted around, falling on the round dining table at the other end of the drawing room. Faint light fell on the tulips, gloom casting on the poor blooms. The candles remained unlit, their purpose and your hopes of having a special candle light dinner going in wane. The food was untouched, by now, cold and covered and so was the cake you had baked with so much love. If this could not depict your ruined dinner, then you didn't know what could.

It was your birthday and you had planned everything down to the last detail. It was a very special evening. You wanted everything to be perfect for the little celebration. You had adorned your babygirl in a cute black dress much similar to your shimmery one and then you had waited in utter excitement and anticipation.

Awaited for your husband's arrival so that you could finally celebrate together.

Waited for Jungkook.

Yet, as the time ticked away, your previous eagerness simmered. Before you knew it, the clock had struck two and Jungkook still hadn’t returned home.Your special day was gone, leaving no souvenirs except the hopelessness grating your insides.

You didn't worry, didn't panic because you were very much aware where he would be. Not like he worked late office hours, he didn't. He didn't need to work in the first place, simply because his parents stuffed his back pockets well. He was a spoiled son. Absolutely rotten. So much that you knew he would be rotting in some high class club, completely and utterly wasted, to remember your birthday or even remember you.

Devastatingly or not, you knew that he didn't care. He didn't care that it was your special day, didn't think it was worth enough to not forget. And you knew he’d forget, so the prior day, you had reminded him, begged him to be present at least this one night and still he wasn't. You were a fool to think he’d prioritize you over his addiction.

You had called and texted him too but they were unanswered, finally your patience had run out and you had thrown your phone and thrown your dress off too.

Anger dripped from your heart. Sad tears stuck to the tip of your lashes. You had never felt so betrayed and you had never welcomed the urge to confront someone as much as you did now.

You neither ate nor slept. Iseul didn't go to sleep either, busy mingling with her toys and engrossed in the drama that played on tv and waiting for her father too. It was later, you decided to put her to sleep when her head nodded off a few times. You resisted to fall asleep, not before the fury of frustration burning in you was extinguished.

You were so done with him, you had always brushed off his mistakes but not this time, you were determined to confront him, even if it made your heart gnawed with unsettling feelings.

It was 13 past 3 when you heard the rustling of keys and door opening. The unpleasant smell of alcohol diffused in air as his dark frame walked in. He just stood there like a black shadow. Instead of questioning him the very moment, you just glared at him as he began to saunter around the room, not sparing you a single glance. Here you were yearning for an explanation, for some sort of apology while he didn't even intend to acknowledge you.

Your eyes stung and throat burned, yet you remained silent, quietly observing him, hearing the jarring of drawers being open and closed in haste, as he rummaged through each of them. Coal black locks tousled and fell all over his face, making him look more grotesque.You clutched the remote and increased the volume, to blur the noises he was making.

He murmured something and you heard it but didn't respond. He murmured again, louder and deeper this time turning his head to you, so he did notice you.

“ I said switch it off “

Why should you though?

You ignored him, glaring at the screen, finding it more interesting than listening to him.You tried not to flinch when he moved closer and bent, snatching the remote and shutting it off before throwing the remote back on the couch.

You silently gasped at his audacity, agitated beyond, you gently laid Iseul down and shifted to get the remote back, stubbornly switching on the tv.

You’d push his buttons too, like he was pushing yours.

In the periphery, you saw him swirl to you, felt his sharp eyes bore into you and next thing you knew the screen blackened. Seems like he ripped the cables off.

You blinked, blinded by the darkness, clutched the arm of the couch. Couldn't look but felt him loom closer. Gulped the tension, gulped the scream when he yanked you up to him. You winced at the feel of his cold rings digging into your skin. His face hovered over yours. Your nostrils grimaced at the heavy smell of liquor and sweat. The fact that he could stand without stumbling, even after being so intoxicated was beyond you.

“Why didn't you put her in the crib?” He rasped, voice sending chills, spurring goosebumps down your body.

“ Coming home at 3, reeking full of alcohol, you see it's you who needs to give an explanation, not me.” you hissed with exhausting anger, you hissed again when cold fingers cupped your chin, tightening and squishing your cheeks.

“Don't talk to me like that, you know I hate it.” Jungkook spat in his drunkenness, clearly on the brink of losing patience.

“ And I hate it too when you do this, you knew it was a special day, but still you fucked it up.” Your eyes glistened, beyond frustrated, fed up with him and his gall to argue with you instead of apologizing straight away, he wasn't regretful at all.

“ I said I fucking hate it when you talk like that.” He gritted lowly, heaving and sniffing, hands trembling with rage.

You tried to wiggle out of his grip, squirming and tripping in your movements but he tugged your face even closer. You stilled when you felt his nose and lips brush yours, fire stirring within you, he thought that you’d let him have his way with you after spoiling your night.

He had to be depraved to think that.

With all your might, you jerked his hand away, making him steer behind. You circled and turned the lamp on, you needed to take Iseul to another room before Jungkook did something rash.

Your hands were about to reach for her but instead retreated towards your hair, which were harshly pulled, wrenched from your scalp, you let out an ugly cry, it was painstaking.

Jungkook harshly whirled you to face him, tattooed fingers clutching your neck in a merciless choke hold. You saw nothing except white dots in your vision due to the strangled throat and agonizing hold on your hair.

“You fucking bitch. You hid my MD, didn't you? You knew I would look for it so you purposely hid it. Fucking give it to me or I swear-” Jungkook gurgled words out, struggling to handle his restlessness.

“I don't- I don't know about it. Leave me.” You whisper shouted at him, gripping his hands that held your throat and hair.

It was just minutes before he returned from the club and he already wanted to indulge in more substance abuse.

Fucking addict.

And over that, Jeon Jungkook had sunglasses on, that too in the middle of the night. How could he see through the shades in so much dark?

Intolerable piece of shit.

You were insufferably annoyed. Even though your knees were trembling from exhaustion and fear, you kept your stand.

“You bastard, you think I'll touch your filth. You’re crazy, really. And wearing those fucking glasses-”

You tried to remove those, trying to swat them off his eyes, ended up doing it with more force. It looked like you slapped him, barely though.

When his eyes met yours, you clearly saw that he had taken the offense. You froze.

“You hit me.”

His breath grew shallower, jaw clenched, deranged eyes piercing through yours dreading ones.

“How dare you fucking hit me?”

He swung his hand and slapped you hard, tugged at your hair with another hand and dragged you and swirled you to throw you in the other corner of the room, which had to be where the dining table was, you gasped in pain when your abdomen hit the side of the table, tears springing in your eyes. You clutched the spot which hurt and fell on your weak knees.

A choked sob escaped your lips as you tried to scramble further in the corner. But a strike came again, when Jungkook got to you. He wasn't done. The slap was far more harsh and hurting, making your ears ring, making your head whip in the direction of the floor.

He wasn't done.

“I told you I hate it when you talk to me like like that, question me like my fucking father.” he growled and kicked your cowering stomach. Ones, twice, thrice and you were out. Unconscious.

He panted heavily looking at your almost dead figure but his mind occupied only one thing. Needed to get it, rushed to take his next dose before he went insane. He searched everywhere, even looked around the stupidly decorated diner. Found a little wrapped thing beautifully sitting on the table, ripped it open with trembling fingers in anticipation, felt his heart beating.

Felt his heart stop.

All adrenal rush disappeared.

All the haze diminished.

In his hand was a little device, the two thin lines gnawing at him.

He turned to stare at your disheveled face, tried to resist the urge to look down there, tried to pretend that it wasn't something his rotten head was assuming.

But the faint blotch of blood on your unclothed inner thigh said it all.

What had he done?

Jungkook felt nauseous, not the kind one feels during sickness but the kind when one feels like dying.

He had drowned. Sunken himself willingly. He was already engulfed in guilt and it would never leave him.

You would never forgive him.

Jungkook flinched hearing the wails of little Iseul. Her nighttime fuss. He quickly reached to cradle her in his jittery arms, swaying her a bit. Iseul was bawling uncontrollably, asking for her mother, as if she knew something bad had happened to her mother.

Jungkook robotically walked towards the table and sat down with Iseual. His back to your lying body. Didn't let the child look your way. He wouldn't be able to contain more guilt. If there was even a tinge of sweetness in Jungkook’s rotten heart, it went for his daughter. He didn't want her to witness the remains of his recklessness. Not even in her babyhood.

Because she would also hate him.

Jungkook wiped the thick tears on her cheeks while his own slid down. The blood. It wasn't just blood, it was the life you both had created and he had destroyed just moments ago. He had overdone it all. In the daze of anger and alcohol. He had fucked up.

Jungkook pathetically reached to open the lids covering food dumbly trying to find something for Iseul to eat. More tears shed down as he found himself looking at the cake. It was your birthday.

And he had given you his gift.

His rotten gift.

Which you’ll always remember in your darkest miseries.

And he will too.

He killed his own unborn child, didn't he?

A/N: Oh my fish! I can't believe I wrote something so dark and rotten on the second day of new year. My brain poops bad sometimes.

Well…it's very very unhealthy angst, I do know. I hope you like this deranged piece of my work. Let me know what you guys feel about it. (🫣)

Please do Like, Comment and Reblog.

Man I hope the reader gets the daughter and herself away from that brat… He deserves to rot

Thats inevitable!

Reader will leave..

Jungkook is already rotting, tell me who would'nt after killing their own child..

Will reader get away? Yes 😁

Will it be a happy ending ? No 🙂

Hi! When can we expect a part 2 for rotten? I loved it sm 😩 I really need to know what happens nexttt

This month!

I really apologize to all my darling doves who've been kept waiting for next part of this one or other stories.

I'm stuck with this sem and gambling for some good marks. Nothing new but I am literally compelled this time.😮‍💨

It'll finish off this week. So for sure, I will try to update Rotten 2 the next week. 🦔

Your demon writer will be back soon!

These are some dark bts books I have dug from wattpad. Not all of these fit in the yandere genre but they definetely have their own eccentric or angsty plot.

𝒋𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌

Tempted Sin : mafia!jungkook x reader (ongoing)

Eye candy : fuckboy!jungkook x reader (completed)

Her Psychopath : murderer!jungkook x reader (completed)

Unhinged : yanderestudent!jungkook x teacher reader (ongoing)

Infatuated : stepbro!jungkook x reader (completed)

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏

Enigma : yandere!jimin x reader x yandere!taehyung x jungkook (maknaeline) (completed)

𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒌

Joker : dark!hosoek x reader (ongoing)

All the works belong to their respectful owners. I couldn't technically tag the authors here but I wanted to recommend them because gosh they have some true gems hidden in wattpad.

𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝙵𝙸𝙲 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚂

𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚂

𝚁𝙾𝚈𝙰𝙻 𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚂

𝚆𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙿𝙰𝙳 𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚂

Paramour : a lover, especially the illicit partner of a married person.

Pairing : Yandere jungkook x reader

Genre : Yandere, erotica.

Summary : He hated that he couldn't resist the pull. The leash of temptation around his neck kept tugging him to the sanctuary of his secrets. To you.

Warnings : Yandere behaviour, angst, non-con, dub-con, other women trope, problematic jungkook, greed, anger issues, arguments, fight, infelidity, anal sex, fingering, hair pulling, rough sex, smut.

Wordcount : 2732

A/N : hii guys, so I fell in a ditch and was found just yesterday after six months, alive. hahahah! just kidding. the writer's block is a bitch, so forgive me! this story was rotting in my drafts from long, needed to post. hope you like my poop writing!

"I'll miss you." She kissed him one last time before dragging her suitcase in the direction of the airport.

She turned around and waved at him with a sad pout on her face. Jungkook smiled and waved back.

As her uniform cladded figure disappeared behind the glass gate, he sighed in relief and walked back to his car and settled in. As the car shuddered to life, Jungkook glimpsed past the shut window one last time, a kaleidoscope of lights dancing on it from the overly lit airport.

He whirled the steering wheel, leading the car on the dark road. Street lights flickered on his shadowed face as he passed by the closing city.

Red. The car halted at a crossroad. His right leg bounced as he glared at the signal. He swallowed, needing to hurry before he changed his mind. Temptations teased him. He chewed harshly at the inside of cheek, contemplating his choices. He had decided not to give into the lure of the darkened night. He would not.

He trusted himself at least that much.

Didn’t he?

Yellow. His grip tightened on the wheel, as he grappled with his self control. He could endure the restless pleas in his head for so long, so it shouldn't be so difficult now. He wanted to decide for once and all. He could resist these urges that were creeping in. He wouldn't let them grip him. Not this time.

He'd go home and sleep peacefully after dropping his beautiful wife who'd take off tonight. Wouldn't he? He'll go straight home.

Green. He shifted the gear stick harshly and let go of the clutch.

The way home was straight ahead.

But he rolled the wheel and took a turn, feeling hopeless. Yet again succumbing to his desire. Defeated and angered.

He lost yet again.

His knuckles turned white. He was seething. He hated that he couldn't resist the pull. The leash of temptation around his neck was tugging him to the sanctuary of his secrets.

To his secret.

His dirty little secret.

To you.

The car accelerated, the engine roared, mirroring the urgency within him.

He was pulled to you inexorably. Like a man possessed by a siren's song. The draw was so lethal. And he absolutely hated it. The control you had on him. The illicit magnetism that drew him to you.

The beguiling path took him to your apartment and then to your door. He’d taken the extra pair of keys out to unlock your door. Normally, he’d just knock but now was not the time because he was too agitated and desperate to see you, he couldn't wait.

The room was dim and quiet, but his heart started lurching the moment he saw your body, blithely sleeping on the couch, bare legs sprawled deliciously. Your poor excuse of shorts barely covered your upper thighs. He can still find the pretty praises he had bitten into your skin. Now fading, just like his promises.

You had made him promise that he wouldn’t disappear on you after an argument. But he had. He left for his miserable military service without any goodbye. That was your punishment to piss him off.

But it felt like he punished himself. It was just as difficult for him too. He had spent hours dwelling, decided to finally let you go. Suffocate his greed for you. Refused to contact you in his grey days.

He’d worked hard in training and was rewarded a ten day leave for his performance. His wife had eaten up his six days and he had indulged in blissful ignorance. He pretended to forget you. He wasn't going to come back. Really he wasn't.

But how could he not? He wasn't that cruel. He could not abandon you.

He didn't disturb his doll because after you woke up, he’d make sure you weren't going to get any rest. He knew you would be angry. He’d compensate for his mistakes, smooch apologies on your lips, splutter promises and assurance, that would be enough for you to soften and give in. Then he would lap your skin like the hungry dog he was, nibble aggressive red hickies of his dire claim on you.

He was greedy, he knew that from the start.

You had reached him out on your house hunt, young, meek and clueless, had come to pursue masters in his city. He had rented you the place, came around the first few days to sort any issues with switches and taps and helped to put your things. But because he was greedy, he kept inviting himself in and you had no problem with that. But was he really greedy? He had never made you pay the rent. See.

You were nothing like her, she always filled him with self-doubts and insecurities with how perfect she was but you on the other hand, eased it all by letting him vent it on you.

He was so ready to let it all out on you the second he entered.

But instead, he picked your phone up. He smirked when the screen lit up with his picture, he went to your call logs and chats to check who you spoke to in the last three miserable months. You blocked him, that was how you tortured him, he was a little pissed and a little pleased because he saw no male names in contacts. Good.

You had made him promise that he would never go through your phone but the insecurity was gnawing at him and he had to. Now that he got a good chance to do so.

After being satisfied enough, he reached down to sweetly peck the top of your hair, only his insides know how much he missed you, he’d been away for straight three months. He knows his doll would’ve felt very alone without him but you would never know that he was going feral without you.

Jungkook left kisses, lingering there. He pushed his smiling face in your hair, sniffing blissfully.

But instead of being content, he was livid. He was beyond livid. His calm shoulders tensed again.

He quickly went to switch on the ceiling lights, eyes looming over you. He nudged you, called your name. But you barely stirred, such a heavy sleeper you were.

He tapped your cheek, few times, trying to do it delicately despite his broken temper. He didn't want to be harsh with you. He wouldn't break the promise of never hurting you.

Your eyes fluttered open after some shouting and shaking, you groaned, face creasing in annoyance then grimacing in realisation when you saw him.

"Who came here?" He asked in a strained voice. Controlling his tone.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

You sat up, your sleepy swollen face again morphing into geniune confusion.

"You brought a man into this house? In my house?" He growled.

"What the fuck are you saying?"

His eyes took in the house only to see the unnoticed carton boxes littered in one corner. He went near them for confirmation, holding the brown tape in his raging hand. He was on the right time. So you were really packing. You were leaving. Leaving him. For whom? Who did you find? He chuckled in disbelief.

“So this is what you do behind my back.”

He marched to your bedroom to check. You followed him, the daze from slumber vanishing as you saw his haywired state. His insides boiled when he sniffed the strong male perfume again. He wasn't here for three months then where did the scent come from?

"I see.You got another man. I should have known I wasn't the only one you were whoring with?” He spat throwing daggers at you. Here he was leaving everything- his perfect life behind for you, only for you to backstab him like this.”Is he here right now?" Because if he was, Jungkook wouldn’t think twice before tearing his flesh in shreds. "Tell me?" He shouted.

Listening to what he excused you of, your hurt face morphed into anger. The audacity! You snapped, ready to slap him but he caught your hand and turned you around, brutally twisting your wrist behind. You groaned in pain

He tore the brown tape and wrapped it around your wrists.

"Let me go! You fucking assh…..mmhp" He turned you around and taped your mouth too.

Jungkook fisted your hair and tugged you closer to him. His eyes darkened with rage.

" Doll, you surpassed your limits. You dared to go behind my back and fuck others. And now you agreed to become their personal whore too. That's why you're leaving my house and going to theirs, aren't you? " He shook his head, face full of disappointment.

"You crossed your limits. Now watch me cross mine." he whispered dangerously in your ear.

He slammed your face on the glass window, making it vibrate. Your head throbbed from the impact. The coldness of glass prickled your pressed cheek. You heard him unbuckling his belt. Soon after, your shorts were tucked down too.

"So he fucked this hole?" You winced feeling his cold fingers tracing your labia. His fingers drew further back tracing your puckered hole. "What about this one? He didn't invade this property, did he?" He asked.Your eyes screwed shut feeling helpless and humiliated.

" I think it's time I fill this one. What do you say, doll?" Your eyes widened, head vigorously shaking in a no.

He pulled your ass back. Your face leaned further on the glass when you felt his tip kissing your core. His cock slowly prodding your stubborn hole.

“Relax and let me in, doll! Or you know it wouldn’t be good for you!” He warned.

But you tensed up even more.

He sighed irritated, he pulled out and entered again with a hard thrust, he drew out a muffled scream from you. Tears leaked from your eyes, your hole burned from the sudden intrusion. It was painful. It burned so bad.

"I had to do this, doll! You compelled me. I had to rearrange your guts, so you remember this before going against me.” He plummeted his cock into your tight hole while emphasising each word. He groaned feeling your walls squeezing him in.

"How dare you? How dare you let him touch you?!!"

He slammed into you wild, your body jerking forward with each thrust, the window pane shook vigorously.

“And you thought of leaving me for him!? You shitty cock-licking slut!” He angrily pressed you against the window. You knew just how filthy his mouth could be.

You looked out, the city lights twinkling. Good that there was no apartment complex facing yours. No one could see your dirty business closely. You shuddered coming all over by that thought alone.

"Coming already. What a whore! Aren't you thrilled that someone down there will catch us doing this. I know you are!!"

You yelped when he smacked your ass. Hands binded and legs trembling, your body felt limpless. He groaned as he came. His seeds trailed down your thigh as he pulled out.

You faced him, tear stained eyes staring at his darkened ones. He removed the tape softly from your lips and hands.

"Who is he? Tell me-"

"It was your scent."

" What?"

"I sprayed it all over the house and on my clothes to feel your presence here. Because I- I missed you and you weren't there. And this is what I got." You were so mortified. He didn't deserve to know that. But he should feel ashamed.

"No Y/n, you're lying. It's not the sam-same scent and you didn't tell me-"

"Did you let me? You fucking taped my mouth." You shouted, fed up with him.

Your pelvis throbbed with each move as you wore your clothing back. He clutched your elbow, turning you to face him.

" I'm sorry, Y/n. I didn't know that. I'm extremely sorry." He gripped your hand and held it in his begging ones, his eyes feigning guilt. He tried to leave consoling pecks on your fingers but you swatted his hand, disgusted.

You picked the brown tape and left him there, ready to wrap the remaining boxes.

“You think I don't know where you disappear to all the time?” his breath stuck in fear. You had never spoken to him with so much mirth.

You walked back in the living room despite the burning pain you felt down there.

“You think I don't know where you leave to?” Your soft eyes had never glared at him with that intensity.

“I know her.”

“Wha-what are you talking ? You know I left for the ser-service.” He was trembling with panic.

"You know what. I should be sorry for you. You're so fucking disgusting, so fucking insecure. You know that one day your air-hostess wife will ditch you. So to protect your big ass ego from hurting, you've kept me. To feel the pride that you ditched her first and secure your fucking ego. You think I don't know!!" You spat at his face.

He froze in your confrontation.

"I'm no more living here. I'm not helpless anymore, I can find another place. I will not let you sway me."

" You're going nowhere." His voice was strained again. He tried to get a hold of you.

You glared at his scowling face.

“You got the audacity to touch me after what you just did.”

“ Please, I'm sorry.”

"Oh, I know why you're worried, Mr. Jeon Jungkook. Your backup plan failed. Oww, but I'm not staying with a sicko like you. You don't even love-"

Amidst your rambling, you were yanked by your nape.

" Never say I don't love you. Do you know how restless I was when you didn't call me? Do you know how much I wanted you instead of her? " His breaths fanned on your face as he furiously confessed.

"No! Don't say that! Don't prove me as the homewrecker. I didn't even know you were married and that is my only fault, I shouldn't have been such a dumb bitch.” You cleared.

It hurt. His jaw hurt from how hard he was clenching it. You were spewing one insult after the other, but he had no room for accepting it.

“I'm moving and don't worry I’ll pay the rent due this past seven months, I’ll not eat your money up.”

He had enough of you.

“You really want to leave me?” he asked in a bear whisper.

“Yes”

“Then go, go right away, the door is open.”

Surprised, you turned to him, a faint grin on his face but what scared you was the sharp glare.

" Wait, let me escort you out." He gripped your elbow, dragging you towards the door.

"Go" He said calmly, testing you.

You twisted the handle but before you slide the door open, you were yanked back. You cried in rebel, as your chlothes were peeled away, and in mere seconds, you were bare.

“These clothes were bought from my money too. You need to leave them as well.”

Embarrassing tears filled your eyes. This was unfair, so unfair. You would not bear this mistreatment. There was no dignity left for you, anyways.

“You’re so cruel.” Enraged, you turned to leave again.

Only to be cornered in no time, Jungkook growled as you thrashed in protest, trapped in between.

“You want to give a show, don't you? You're a goddamn whore for real.”

“Stop.” You recoiled when he cupped your folds. He hooked your knee to his hip and rubbed on you. You shrinked in yourself when he drew circles on your clit.

“This is not you, doll. This is not your mouth. Someone is giving you brains. Feeding you lies. I know it, I should have rid your friends sooner. Or is it someone else? Hmm?”

You cried when his finger entered you.

“You missed me so much, so why do you do this?” He kissed your tear stained face.You wailed pathetically, feeling conflicted and aroused.

“Look doll, I have only four days left of my leave, do you want me to make the most of them with you or want me to busy myself killing your friends? You decide.

You droopy defeated eyes stared at the monster in front of you. Wrath glaring at you.

And you knew you could never rid yourself of him.

Main Masterlist

Right of ravage- providing to the lord the right to devastate the fields of his own domain and much more.

Pairing: Lord Jimin x maid reader

Timeline: mediaeval period (inspo french revolution)

Warning: yandere, power disparity, feudal system, destruction, slavery, foul language, implied physical assault, harsh treatment, degradation.

a part of my Debt series (maknae line)

It was distraughting. You screamed watching your farm burn away.The merciless fire swallowed the precious crops.All the year’s worth of work ashened to nothing. All the food was gone.

Your loud wails echoed over the growling of fire.You were frantic and begged his brother who groped at your hair.

“You’d been returning the money since decades. You ugly peasants should never be offered slack. Now bear the consequences.” He spat in mirth and disgust and threw you in the soil.

Jimin observed the clamour from over his horse. He remained unaffected as if the earth wasn't burning beside him. Your tear clamped eyes shifted to him. You knelt before him, pleading for his pity.

Ugly sobs made you shudder. And he for sure pitied you. Helplessness in human form.

“Lord, please spare us. Please stop the fire.” You cried. The triangles of your neck and the dips of your clavicles appeared with every breath you heaved. Red rimmed eyes stared at him in hope. For he would give the last word in this.

But as much as he pitied you, he wanted to claw up that little hope in you and chew at it. So, he nodded in approval at his brother rather than dismissal and backed his horse away, watching your face turn grey like the smoke swaying in the sky.

This was exactly what he wanted.

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You winced when the needle dug in your finger, you sucked the pierced part, before getting back to stitch the button. This pain was negligible compared to what you’d dealt with.

“Are you fine?”

You faintly smiled and nodded in response to the lady by whose feet you sat. The lord's wife- Mrs. Park. A soft feather amongst stones. Unlike the other harsh noblewomen, she had treated you so well since you were kept to work as a maid. Her kindness was a balm to all your wounds. The same wounds her husband caused.

“Ha-eun.”

Your back cowered at his voice. The said woman made her way to him, humming to her beloved. You kept your eyes lowered, resisting the trembles his fearful presence stirred in you.

Mr. Park retrieved his carriage and placed it on the bed, on the other side of which you remained.

“ My dear, you said your visit there was a month away.” Mrs. Park’s voice saddened, she pressed herself to Jimin’s side, her head over his shoulder.

“The officer has asked for me, I would need to leave today, to reach there in five days.” he informed her, eyes dissecting your reaction to the news, every flicker of your lids and twitch of your lips.

“Fine. I’ll go ready your meals to pack.” she sighed and kissed his shoulder before retreating. “Y/n, get the shirt done and come to the kitchen.”

As Ha-eun footsteps dulled, your heartbeat lurched. To be left alone with Jimin filled you with dread. You hurried to sew the last patch of the shirt and leave.

As you bit the thread and bundled it, you slowed down, staring at the pair of feet that were now in front of you.

“You forgot to greet me.” he complained, voice gravelly and authority. A shiver ran down your spine from his propinquity. You hastily curtsied him, eyes pinned to his shoes.

“Hm. My shoes seem dirty, don't they?.” you understood his demand and reached for your skirt to carefully clean them. Park now held a satisfied smile, hands sneaked in the pockets of his trouser. He reveled in watching you kneel by his toes because that's exactly where you belonged.

“ You are happy, aren't you?”

“Wh-what? My lord? No.” you bend your head lower, to prevent Jimin from noticing your lies. It was true that your heart had thrumped with happiness when you heard he was leaving.

Jimin let out a laugh, which was more of a thinly veiled threat than a joyous one, a warning of impending harm.

“You seem relieved that I'm leaving the town, relieved that you’ll be free now. Awaiting your dreams to come true.”

You bit down a painful sob when he clamped his boot down on your hand, nearly crushing your knuckles. You cried when he pressed heavily on your fingers.

“And even wishing that I wouldn't ever return back and die there. This is what you’d do, right? you ungrateful wench.” Jimin spit with an intent to injure, eyes narrowed on you.

“N-no, lord, I would- I would never wish that upon you.” words tumbled out your mouth in a stumbling rush. You needed to deny it and convince him. You couldn't do otherwise. Pleadings were better before punishments than during the course of it. You crept forward to cling over his leg for forgiveness.

He retracted back in disguised disgust, before lifting his leg and wedging the tip of his shoe under your chin to tilt it up. Humiliation burned you. You still didn't flicker your teary eyes to him. You weren't permitted to look him in the eye.

“Don't lie to me, I’ll crack your jaw open in one swing. I saw your face when I told Ha-eun.” He growled and threatened you. You winced when he dangerously pressed the tip of his shoe on your pulse.

“I swear, I wasn't happy about it. Please, I'm sorry if it appeared like that.” You snivelled, making desperate attempts to appease him. You were just trying to save yourself and delay your doom.

“Look at me.”

Your cowering eyes fluttered up. While Jimin's eyes were blown dark, lust overflooding his anger. He was aroused watching you grovel. He lowered his feet from your chin and dragged it down your breast, subtly prodding at it. Your breath began to writhe.

“Give me your hand.”

He rubbed soothing circles on your wounded hand, you closed your eyes at the show of his care, only to have them blink open in panic the moment your hand was placed on his bulge.

“My lord, please, I'm needed in the kitc-.”

“Go in the attic, now! ”

Masterlist ☃︎♡

🀦 started- 2021 

🀩 last updated - july ‘22

I’ve only written Taehyung fanfics till now so this m.list only contains Tae fics! 

Note: 

These are ALL fictional works! I, in no way intend to represent the artist wrongly. These all works of fiction, from my imagination and written purely for entertainment purposes only!! 

Do not let my work influence the way you view the artist. 

+ Eventhough I write with a female Y/n | OC in mind, you can imagine yourself in these fanfictions regardless of your gender identity and pronouns. 

KEY-  ✿- fluff  ☂︎- angst ♤- explicit 

KIM TAEHYUNG ✦

trace the colours of our skin

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✑Pairing: non idol! Taehyung x Reader ☞ Summary: It was comforting knowing you could see the rawest and truest form of your blind date just like how he could. OR: agreeing to go on a blind date for a YouTube video where you both are naked and talk about yourselves  while drawing each other might have been the best idea.

In Two Lines | KTH | MASTERLIST

read the below three fanfic drabbles all together here ↧

Our Love in two lines

✿  ☂︎

✑Pairing: Idol Boyfriend! Taehyung X Pregnant artist! Reader

☞ Summary: Taehyung always wears his heart out on his sleeves. You get pregnant unexpectedly, why don’t his emotions come rushing through as usual?

↝ prequel to Our Love in two lines 

- Her Love in two lines 

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✑Pairing: OLI2L! Taehyung X OLI2L! reader 

☞ Summary: It’s Valentines’ day and you’re very late. But thats okay. Taehyung says you’re worth all the wait. 

↝ sequel to Our Love in two lines

His Love in two lines 

✿ ☂︎

✑Pairing: OLI2L! Taehyung X OLI2L! reader

☞ Summary: The mother of his child, his beautiful girlfriend, the love of his life; all portrayed through his rose coloured lenses  

Inebriated  

☂︎ ♤

✑Pairing : Mafia heir! Taehyung x Mafia heir! Female OC ☞ Summary: Hearts that love, bullets that blind. or, in which, they are so inebriated by each other that they couldn’t sense the danger.

The third Kim

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✑Pairing : Whipped introverted Popular! Taehyung x Art student sarcastic! Y/N ☞ Summary: After the rumour spread that Kim Taehyung has a crush on the art student with caramel eyes, all doom hails upon you- the art student with caramel eyes.

Humility is Alien to her

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✑Pairing : Warrior in training! Taehyung x Village Thief! female Y/N ☞ Summary: He had a boyish grin and sun-kissed skin, he wanted to be a man. She had tattered clothes and guilty eyes, she ran. In which, Y/N who despite her want to have an honest living has to resort to theft and Taehyung is the sweetest and not so intimidating warrior in training who wants to lend a hand.

when the camellia blooms | pjm

park jimin x kim! reader | 1 | 2

sypnosis: diagnosed with the hanahaki disease, you had only two options - accept a deathly fate, or never love again. 

genre: au, angst, fluff, humor, friends to lovers? maybe.

warnings: many talks of death and dying, minor character death, pain, unrequited love, swearing, talks of past sexual experience while intoxicated, pining, longing, really sad reader, and lots of angst.

word count: 7.2 k

"you would die for her, for him."

"You're dying."

The two words escape past his lips steadily and breathily as your widening eyes linger on the way his hands fiddle with one another out of habit. He sighs deeply and resists the urge to avoid screaming at you and maintain eye contact out of professionalism, pushing back his slipping glasses.

"At this rate, you won't have any more than a month. Had you told me this sooner, y/n, the results wouldn't have been as scarce. But because you waited after almost a year of this, I'm afraid there's not much to do." He pushes his desk lightly to pull away from it, creating a mere distance between himself and the papers which finalized your future's passing. Reaching his collar, he tugs on his tie to loosen it before unbuttoning the first stitch as he looks at you with seemingly stray and angered eyes mixed with sympathy.

Suddenly, his sight wanders the room as he shakes his head repeatedly, scoffing in disbelief. He then smiles, dimples prominent, lip tightened, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes broken, piercing straight at its target - that being you.

Standing up, he takes off his glasses and slams his fist onto the chair's arm rest before running a hand across his hair, softly hissing.

The professionalism is now out of the drain, "You're an idiot, y/n."

"Fucking stupid. How could you not- I mean- how could you not tell me? I'm your brother! We're family. Blood. We're supposed to- we're supposed to tell each other these things and you just fucking- you kept it to yourself all these months! Ten months! And now I'm sitting here being the one to tell you that you're dying? That you're leaving me? I would've done something. I would've helped you, I- I would've killed whoever this person you're in love with is. y/n, please- I just-"

You don't know why, but you felt exhausted.

The ringing in your ears is deafening. Truthfully, you hadn't heard a single thing the minute you received news that you'll be, well, passing away. Not to mention, within 30 days time.

It's not as if you didn't already know about your condition, of course you did. Coughing soft pink camellia flowers every time you see the man that's brought you here is not exactly something that just simply passes a blind eye. You sense it, you feel it, and it hurts.

It really, really hurts.

You also felt awful for your brother. You hadn't meant for it to go this far. You didn't mean to not tell him. You didn't want your assigned doctor to suddenly call in sick and have your brother temporarily take his place. You didn't mean for him to find out this way - such a twisted, horrible fucking way, but here you are.

"I'm sorry, Joon. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to go this far. I just-"

"Were you ever even going to tell me?" He cuts you off, voice low and steady, almost afraid of your coming response.

Your eyes locate his across the cramped room, and one could clearly tell that it's striving its hardest to fight against desperate tears.

"I- yes, Joon. I was. Of course I was. I was gonna do it after this check in actually, but I guess God wanted you to find out sooner than I intended, though He could've just waited a little while longer and it would've been fine." You joke whisperingly, the heavy weight of your heart lightening just a small bit when you notice the corners of his lips twitch and his eyes faintly soften.

Regrettably, that was a lie. You didn’t plan on telling him, not today at least. Maybe not even ever.

The softening air lasts for only a second as his following question makes you hold back the urge to cough up another camellia flower slowly blooming its way to your throat.

"Who is it?"

Genuine, concerned, curious. These were all that he was.

But noticing the way your body went entirely rigid at his words and the way your hand clutched your clothed chest in attempt to shut down what you know will happen next, Namjoon's brotherly instincts causes him to naturally make his way towards you softly, taking small and careful strides towards your fragile state.

And once he's finally reached you, he gets on his knees gently in order for him to be of nearing same height level as you're sitting down, his hands rubbing the back of your hand in a comforting manner.

He does this all before pulling the trigger.

"Who are you in love with, y/n?"

two years back

"Jimin!"

You call out your brother's best friend loudly, who is currently in the midst of doing a one-man stage play in front of the mirror, "Joon's saying you guys need to get going now. Says he has a patient in two hours and wants to go over all sorts of documents before treating her."

Turning around, you scan the living room and dining room for the keys of your friend's car as your brother also asked you to hand them to him since the two always end up on forgetting it until they've already reached the car parked across your apartment's block.

You hear Jimin shuffle behind you, "Really? He wants to go over documents at- 9 AM in the morning?"

Smiling at his attempts of complaint, you nod your head softly in order to play along and answer his rhetorical question, "He really needs to learn how to drive doesn't he? Since he's dragging you along everywhere he goes."

Jimin laughs at your statement, which being an opinion, your brother would argue, 'driving isn't a necessary aspect of life.' But who really thinks like that? Oh right, non-drivers.

“I guess he’s getting too caught up in learning medicine that he forgot to learn how to officially become an adult.” Reaching above the kitchen top, you finally found sight of Jimin's car keys.

How did it even get up there? You think to yourself. It's really high up, so Namjoon must've been the one to leave it as to where it is.

You groan slightly, "Joon, can you get over here! I found Chim's keys but it's too far up high so I can't reach it. Hell I don't even think he can reach this-"

You are cut off when you feel a hand sneak around your waist, making you flinch and suddenly spin cautiously.

Eyes widened. Lips parted. Breath hitched. You let out an inaudible gasp as you come to the realization that Jimin is now in front of you, head tilted with an amused smile on his face, "Excuse you? I can very much reach this." He says, all the while reaching up behind you, inchly leaning forward. At this point, your body is being pressed up against the kitchen counter and his oh-so-very toned front.

This small action is enough to instigate a flaming abyss inside of you as you very much attempt to calm your alarmed heart.

You can feel the cuts and lines of his abs against your chest as he is now standing on his tippy toes, desperately trying to reach the keys on the kitchen top. Anyone that could see his posture would call him adorable, but your body is currently being sandwiched and by all that is high and mighty your mind can't even really process a single thing. Wait, what were you thinking just now?

"See? Got it." Jimin falls back in place as he jiggles his car keys in front of your stone-cold face, smile wide as he giggles softly, "Piece of cake, y/n."

He then proceeds to move on with his life like he didn't just do what the fuck he just did.

Clearing your throat, you blink about a million times in order to gather your thoughts. Your heartbeat is racing faster than the speed of light and your lips have become as dry as a desert. If you had gone standing on your tippy toes just as he did, you would've been a baby hair away from lips touching. The thought is enough to make you grow weak.

Yet as if something inside of you is suddenly turned on, no pun intended, you remind yourself that these thoughts are wrong. You can't be having these apprehensions, they aren't right. Because not only is he your brother's best friend, he also has a-

"y/n?" Jimin's soft voice calls out your name.

Breaking out of your trance, you turn to see him sitting down on the dining table, head tilted downwards with a small smile on his face. The sun escapes your pastel curtains as it slips past the window sill, reasoning with the current ray of golden yellow that has found its home on Jimin’s plump cheek, shining on the left side of his luminous face.

It's absolutely senseless how he can look as beautiful as he does simply by existing, and it makes perfect sense that your finding yourself to liking him more and more.

Just look at him.

You are broken out of your enchanted daze once more as dreaded words leave his smiling lips, "I'm gonna ask her to marry me."

Only then were you brought back to your inadequate reality.

“W- what?” You attempt to speak, but you notice the way your voice has suddenly become noticeably hoarse.

Jimin looks up at you with a smile, the kind that has his eyes almost disappearing.

“Sung. I’m gonna ask her to marry me tonight.”

silence.

silence.

and more silence.

Like a coward, that was all what you could muster to respond with.

And only then did you notice the velvet box on his hands, upon which he is tenderly caressing. Only then did you recognize the questionable romantic script of his one-man stage just moments earlier. Only then did you realize that the reason behind his growing smile are because of her, not you. Not because of what had just taken place.

Only then did you remember that no, you can't be having these apprehensions - they aren't right.

Because not only is he your brother's best friend,

he also has a, now upcoming, fiancé.

present time

"I already loved him then, Joon."

By this time, your brother has stood up and begun pacing back and forth the modest office, murmurs of curses towards his friend escaping past his lips, "-that small son of a bitch."

Smiling softly, you look down in reminiscence of the moments you have spent falling for Jimin. "I guess I've always been infatuated with him ever since our first meeting, but my God Joonie," you pause, inhaling a short breath in attempt to stop tears threatening to spill. "-ever since that day, when he told me that he was going to propose to her, I finally realized that like was the wrong term to use. I realized that I loved him and I just- I lost sight of everything." You cry, small sobs coming from you as you blinkingly look up to try to contain the waters forming in your eyes.

It was true. That day, when he told you about his plans to ask her to marry him, you've never felt more indignant.

Of course you faked it at first, congratulated him and consoled him into truthfully believing that she will undoubtedly say yes. But the minute he and Namjoon left your apartment, you collapsed on your carpeted floors, sobbing loudly and hitting your chest repetitively all the while cursing yourself in your head for ever even considering the tiniest of possibilities that you and Jimin could ever happen.

You also went out that night, got drunk, found a guy, slept with him, and never looked back.

Sure, this may seem like a regular night out for many, but not being the type to kiss and sleep, sex meant a lot to you.

Nothing wrong with one night stands, that just wasn't your particular chosen lifestyle. But you were wasted. You were intoxicated. You didn't know what you were doing. Had you been sober, you wouldn't have done what you did, especially with the person you did it with. So when you woke up in the middle of the night naked in bed next to a familiar face and realized what you've done, you rushingly stood up, got dressed, and left, ignoring the calls of the man you had just been with.

You went straight home and washed yourself for hours, feeling dirty and sloppy and disgusting. You can easily recollect sitting down in the showers, head tucked underneath and in between your legs, sobbing and crying loudly as the steam surrounding you from the warm water kept on worsening.

You hated what you did, and you most definitely despised the reason for what you did, - to simply get over someone else. You felt guilty. You felt ashamed. What would Jimin think? You thought to yourself. And though that truly didn't really matter, the ache in your heart kept on making you believe otherwise.

You didn't notice how your tears have fallen and stained your newly-bought jeans until Namjoon's hands holding a napkin comes within your perception.

Mumbling a small 'sorry Joonie,' you accept his offer and wipe the tears still continuously streaming down your now reddened, warm, and puffy face. As you do this, you furthermore catch sight of your brother's shadow rubbing his face in frustration, matching the groans that you also hear release from him in the background. And without meaning so, you deflate in insecurity.

Hearing the sound of air being released from a pulling force, you look up to see that Namjoon has sat back down, his elbows resting on the desk while his chin rest on his hands. "Does he know about this, y/n?"

You sigh, "No."

"Are you going to tell him?" You hear him ask once more.

Closing your eyes and sniffing lightly, you inhale a steady breath as you answer him for the second time, "I don't know, Joon."

Namjoon looks at you, eyes full of worry and concern. You don't know?

You're his sister, and he loves you. He would do anything for you. If he could shower you with all the love that you lack from Jimin, he would. And he would do it in a heartbeat. But you're dying. You're leaving him. And he doesn't know what to think. He doesn't know what to do. So how could you not know? How could you sit here, in front of him, after keeping this shit for ten months to yourself, tell him that you just don't know?

He feels frustrated. Frustrated over the clearing fact that if you don't know the answer to that simple yes or no question, then how more could you know the answer to when he asks you to make the choice?

The choice - to love or to die.

A very careful, unprecedented surgery that has been performed by professionals only a few times, yet each one has been successful. This seems easy, yeah. A surgery to save your life? Of course you'll do it! But there's a reason as to why this has been done only by a certain small count.

To perform the surgery and live, the price is not the expense, but rather the loneliness that shall come as you spend the rest of your life void of emotions. The surgery doesn't get rid of love on its own, it gets rid of everything that comes with it - happiness, sadness, trust, pain, pretty much everything that one can possibly feel. The only emotion left is indifference, yet even indifference lacks its self-sustainability.

Who would want to live like that?

Who would want to live a life where you just simply exist and nothing more?

He knows that the day will come eventually - when he offers you the choice, the chance to save your life, and he knows it will come soon. But right now, he has chosen to prioritize being a brother over a doctor. Right now, the only thing in his mind is comforting you.

"Okay." Your brother nods, making your eyes widen slightly in shock.

Okay? No scolding? No 'how could you not know?!' older brother reprimands? But then you remember, oh yeah. You're dying. And who could possibly scold their dying little sister?

"I'm sorry Joonie-" You try to apologize once more before he cuts you off again.

"No, don't apologize, y/n. It's not like you could've possibly wanted for any of this to happen, yeah?" He offers you a smile, but you could easily see past its fabricated purpose, "But instead let me ask you this. And I need you, in our deceased parent's name, to be completely honest with me."

You only nod, completely submissive and understanding of his seriousness the moment that he mentioned your passed parents.

"What you just told me, when you first fell in love with him, that was two years ago." He starts, making you nod again in agreement.

"But you were diagnosed only ten months ago."

Your heart drops, and you don't nod again.

"The Hanahaki Disease is not something that gradually begins and comes to existence over the course of time. It is an illness that is triggered. It could be by a sudden forthcoming realization or proclamation of love, or by an event that triggers the heart to completely shut down in overwhelmth. Either way, basing on the timing of what you've said, you should've been diagnosed with the Hanahaki two years ago. But you weren't."

Namjoon eyes you questioningly, but not too much to the extent that you feel uncomfortable, only just enough to remind you of the importance of this conversation, "You were only diagnosed ten months ago, y/n. Why?"

You sit still, not wanting to move, as if your stone figure would somehow make him think that you're not real or that you're a simple figment of his messed up imagination.

"y/n, what happened ten months ago?"

He finishes his question and you swallow harshly only to realize that you're parched, your throat completely dry. You then tilt your head to steal a gaze at your brother, making you catch the way his eyes suddenly widened as if he just realized something of high importance. As if he had just realized the answer to his own question. And that didn't work with you.

Clearing your throat, you are about to answer him in order to cut off his thoughts until the door swings open and you feel your throat compact, - the coughs of a camellia flower slipping its way to visibility -because there he is,

the man of the hour.

"y/n." He noticeably breathes a sigh of relief before making his way to you, engulfing you in a giant embrace. "I was so worried about you. Why didn't you tell me you had the Hanahaki? How could you not let me know? How long have you had it? Who is it? I swear I'm going to murder whoever this piece of shit is that he dared ever making yo-"

"Jimin this is a professional space between a doctor and his patient." The two of you pull away almost exactly the same time as soon as Namjoon speaks up, Jimin's eyebrows furrowing, "Get out."

"What?" Jimin barely gather the voice to ask him as he is completely caught off guard of his friend's erupting vulgar attitude.

"I said-" Namjoon speaks before getting caught off again.

"No trust me, I heard what you said. But what?" Jimin repeats himself, "So you're telling me you're not prioritizing being y/n's brother right now? You're still caught up in this Doctor Kim bullshit? Like you're a real one?"

"Jimin-" You attempt to budge in, sensing that a certain trouble may suddenly come knocking.

"No, y/n. Listen hyung-"

"No, YOU listen. You small piece of shit." Your brother raises his voice, "-don't come barging in here like you own the place or like you have any authority over her. She is MY sister and this is a family matter. So it's best you stay out of it and keep in your lane."

At this point, Namjoon is in front of Jimin, a short distance separating the two of them, "And don't you ever dare speak to me in that tone again. I know you're my friend, but remember to treat me with respect. Not only am I your superior, but I'm also your hyung." He finishes with a serious voice, tone low, and message deep. His earnest eyes piercing through his friend's pained ones.

Jimin, mouth slightly agape being at loss for words and clearly confused at his close friend's unreasonable anger, storms out of the room.

But not before he drags you along with him.

Namjoon is quick to act as he tries to reach for you, but you turn back and look at him pleadingly, signaling him that it's okay and to not worry. And him being the understanding brother that he is, pulls back and holds himself steady.

You can handle him. You’re a Kim. You’re strong.

Strong enough to survive through this.

You’ll be okay.

And as he watches the two of you leave, the door closing shut right in front of him, only then does reality hit Namjoon as his legs tremble abruptly, feeling lightheaded all of a sudden.

Falling down the floor, he reaches onto the desk for assistance as he slides his back down the wooden wall, hands painfully fisted and finding its way to cover his mouth in order to muffle the choked-in sobs perilously escaping him. He proceeds to blink away the tears and bite harshly on his lips, trying to diminish the flourishing grievance in his heart.

His sister is dying, and he doesn't know what to do.

“Doctor Kim? The next patient is ready to see you.” A knocking nurse distracts him and calls out from behind the door, “-shall I send them in?”

Namjoon sniffs heavily and sighs deeply, rushingly grabbing his glasses and adjusting his emotionally wrecked state, “One moment!”

He lets out a soft, shaky breath and reminds himself once more that you’re a Kim.

You’re strong.

You can beat this.

It'll be alright.

You'll be okay.

"IM NOT OKAY JIMIN-SHI!" You voicely whine out to your friend who is currently dragging you along the halls of the hospital and out the technologically advanced glass doors, "What is wrong with you?!" You pull your arm aggressively from his grasp as you bend down, hands resting on your knees while you hastily try to catch your breath. The camellia flower stuck just along the chords of your throat making it very difficult.

Jimin stares at you worryingly, having forgotten of your illness, "O- oh no. y/n, I'm sorry I forgot I- are you okay? Should we go back?" He stutters in concern before you hold up one finger, signaling him to shut the hell up. "-sorry."

Looking at you like this, tired and exhausted from having to put up with all his bullshit, Jimin feels a sudden urge to reach out and embrace you tightly, almost forgetting of his previous encounter with your brother.

And so that's exactly what he does.

You are caught off guard the moment you feel a hand grab your shoulder by means of pulling you closer all the while another rests just at your crook of spine, and although this first makes you stumble in a not-so-very prettily way, your destination is found to be in your friend's embrace, his fragile yet protective arms wrapped around you securely.

Not letting this moment simply pass by, you let yourself melt in his arms as you find the comfort meant to be found in his comforting hug, wrapping your arms around his neck as you slightly stand on your tippy toes. Somehow, your simple action makes him pull you even closer, one hand creeping behind your neck all the while his other is completely wrapped around your waist although this time is tighter than before.

As the two of you stay like this in the middle of the sliding glass doors of the hospital, crowds of unfamiliar voices passing by you and ambulances ringing endlessly against your ear, you let yourself submerge within the passion of your heart.

Amidst the chaos and cries of your nearingly counted days, you find consolation in the arms of the same man that has put you in front of death's door, and quite frankly, you wouldn't really want it any other way. You'll take what is given by the heavens above when it comes to Jimin, because well- you love him.

Unfortunately, that quick and simple thought is enough to make you lose control of your reminded disease.

"y-y/n what's- are you okay?" Jimin pulls away from you abruptly as you break into coughing fits, pastel pink camellia blossoms escaping your trembling lips.

The sight has caught the attention of many civilians, but both you and Jimin remain to be indifferent about them as you or more or less are occupied with your illness all the while Jimin specifically aims his attention on you alone.

"Alright that's it, screw your brother alright?" Jimin exclaims a bit louder than what you're comfortable with as this obviously did not benefit with the proceedingly growing public focus on the two of you, "-we're going back, y/n, it's my fault for bringing you outside so suddenly-"

"No chim, please-" You roughly attempt to speak out, your throat painfully extracting the feeling of abrasiveness, "Please just- let's just go."

"y/n.."

“Please chim,” you cut him off for what seemed to be the fiftieth time, coughing, “-please. I don’t want to be here any longer.”

Hesistant yet concerned, Jimin nods slowly as he assists your side, his hands finding its home around your waist and lower back while you both take short and careful strides. You destination is still unknown, but you didn’t mind. A journey a day with someone you love has never turned out for the worse.

At least that's what you think.

"Really?" You roll your eyes as you notice the familiar lane that Jimin's car just entered, "I asked you to get me out of the hospital area, I didn't ask for a sleepover, Jimin." You jokingly accuse him, but you can't help the smile that makes its way on your puffed-up face as you notice him smoothly take a side-glance at you with a knowing smirk.

"Well I thought that with all that bad hospital air, you might've wanted to breathe in a familiar scent," Jimin responds as the car comes to a stop.

You turn slightly to open the door and step out before you here a meek, "Jankkanman!" and perceive a 5'9 in height blondie come running around the bonnet in order to open the car door for you as a gentleman would. It is such a sweet and casual pantomime, yet an ill-patient diagnosed with an illness of the heart can never bring you any wins. Consequently, his actions only causes your throat to feel strained and compacted for the endless time.

God, how much did you love this man that such a simple gesture makes you want to cough out countless of fully bloomed flowers?

You thank the heavens above for your past endless experiences that allowed you to now be better in terms of hiding your pain as you attempt to smile genuinely, mumbling a small "thank you" in the process before making your way inside his home.

"So," Jimin starts as the two of you plop down his couch, his eyes seeking for yours as he tilts his head ever so lightly, "what should we do today... now that you're out of that hell hole?"

"Chim!" You scold him lightly, "my brother and your best friend just happens to be working in that hell hole, just in case you forgot, and- hey! You work there too, you ass." You accusingly point at him all the while hitting his arm playfully.

Jimin is was a nurse in that hospital. Your brother is a doctor.

He laughs and smiles widely, "Nope. I don't work there anymore, remember? But I did for a while, which is why I can most definitely testify that that place is indeed, a hell hole. And by the way, I'm kind of offended that you pretty much forgot my lost profession just then, y/n, like what the fuck?" He jokes endingly.

Your eyes soften slightly as he mentions his lack of job, yet you still stubbornly choose to ignore his last remark. "Well I sure hope that's not the case since I'll be most likely spending my last days there."

Oops.

The silence that ensues goes inevitably noticed by the two of you the moment those words escaped past your lips, but you paid no mind. That was the reason that you asked him to take you away anyways. You weren't hoping for some cliche romantic bullshit where the two of you simply elope and forget your real worries in your life, no. Instead you were here with the main purpose of facing it.

Besides, even if you did want to leave with him, you couldn't. Remember?

Jimin is the first to break the excessive blockade, "Don't say that y/n."

You sigh, "But it's true, chim."

"I don't give a shit if it's true or not."

"Chim.." You are slightly startled with his sudden outburst, caught off guard in the way his voice slightly raised as his attention and body language are now completely directed at you, "Wha- why are you getting mad?"

Jimin scoffs, almost irritated at your oblivious question, "Why? Because you're talking of dying like it's not a big deal, y/n!" His voice getting louder and louder by every word he spits out, "God, you know you can be so fucking insensitive sometimes. What, did you already forget the shit I suffered when I lost someone? Did you already forget all the fucking shit I suffered when death took her from me?"

At the mention of her, you pause. Speechless. Guilty. Hurt.

Of course you remember. How could you not? You remember the darkest of days as like it was just yesterday.

You remember getting that call in the middle of the night from the contact name of your brother as you slightly answered it in an irritated voice, "Joon I swear to God if you're asking me to drive you to work in the middle of the fucking night I will personally drag your ass right now to get a driver's liscenc-"

"y/n?"

You remember immediately stopping as you recognize the voice that most certainly did not belong to your brother, "Chim?"

"y- y/n."

You remember the outbreak of his sobs as you call out to him, his sniffles and cries becoming more and more prominent as you stumble on your feet, struggling with keeping your phone against and in between your ear and your shoulder as you hurryingly take off to grab a jacket and your keys, "Chim what's wrong, where the hell are you? W- where's Joon?"

You remember the way your heart dropped as your worst fear came to mind, the thought of losing your brother itself being enough to make you wobble in your feet, your heart clenching. He had your brother's phone, and he was crying.

"N-no, he- he's fine, y/n. It's not him, hyung's... hyung's fine."

You remember the way he struggled to find the right words; the way he sniffled and stuttered through forming such a simple sentence all the while you on the other side of the line breathe out a sigh of relief at the information of your brother's wellness, yet feeling slightly guilty that your emotions are in contrast with your friend's.

"It's Sung."

You remember Jimin's worst.

"It's Sung, y/n. Sh- she got in an accident on the way here to visit me during my off hours and- fuck! Some fucking demon pulled a hit and run on her. She was walking, y/n. She walked an hour here and got ran over by someone and.. they're doing an operation on her- hyung's assisting and he just- it's bad. It was really bad and she was bleeding all fucking over and- hyung, he- he left his phone and I didn't know what to do so I just called you- I didn't, they pushed me out of the room, y/n. I need you here. Please, please. Please come here because I'm losing my fucking mind and I need you here."

You remember driving to the hospital as careful as you can with the fear of the possibility of an accident occurring still in the midst of the back of your mind.

You remember reaching the doors of the emergency room and being greeted with a pair of reddened and exhausted eyes that looked up the moment you walked in, "Jin."

He stands up to greet you politely but you stop him, obviously seeing that his reaction upon seeing you is no more than a forced delight, "Let's not do this under these circumstances, okay? You're allowed to feel unwelcoming. It's okay, Jin."

He does no more than mumble a small 'thank you' before going back to his previous spot with you trudging along beside him.

You remember feeling the sorrow of the man beside you as you watch him lean his head back against the wall, fragile streaks of tears rolling down his flushed cheeks. You couldn't imagine his pain, the pain of such a situation where your sister's life is at stake. You wanted to comfort him, to softly rub his back and whisper sweet encouragements against his ear, little white lies that his sister is guaranteed to make it without a doubt. But you couldn't. You weren't here for him, regardless of your history. Regardless of the way you left him the morning after your supposed mistake.

"Uhm, have you seen Jimin?"

You remember the way his void eyes find yours and the way his lips lightly upturn as he gives you a forced smirk, trying to keep up with his image of being Kim Seokjin, Kim Sungkyung's handsome and cocky older brother, "And here I was thinking fate brought you here to me, y/n." He trails off, "-considering how you fucked me then dipped."

You gasp slightly and playfully hit his arm at the blunt mention of your regretted one night stand as you give him a small yet genuine smile, partly glad yet at the same time worried that he can make such remarks during a situation like this.

It was strange really, how everything in your life seemed to be connected. How on the day you felt your heart tore apart the time Jimin first mentioned his planned proposal, you went out and accidentally slept with the soon-to-be-bride's older brother.

Letting out a small sigh, Jin nods his head in the direction of a different waiting room, "He left when I came. Guess he was embarrassed of how fucked up he was but hey- I'm not doing any fucking better am I?" He tells you, subtly pointing at the very visible streaks of tears still falling down his now puffy face.

You get on your feet and turn to leave but not before giving one last glance at the man next to you, a hand softly reaching to rub his shoulder, "I'm so sorry, Jin. I wish I could stay, but-"

"It's okay, y/n. Go." Jin encourages you with a small yet noticeably forced smile, "He needs you."

And so you do, bidding him a soft goodbye before taking off, your eyes beginning to water out of the guilt of leaving a friend in that state.

You then remember being suffocated. Suffocated from the embrace that greeted you the moment Jimin entered your peripheral vision. You remember landing on your behind with a harsh thud from the struggle of Jimin's weight as he continues to seek your embrace for means of comfort, the two of you falling down the floor. You remember getting drenched from Jimin's tears as you cradle him as would a wailing child, rocking him back and forth all the while softly rubbing his back, whispering every bit of amenity that could make him feel better.

You remember feeling your heart physically ache as you fail to notice the tears that have fallen down your own eyes, blurring your sight.

To see Jimin in this state, so broken and hurt and scared, it tore you apart. You wanted him happy. You wanted him smiling. You wanted him. You loved him. And God forbid that you're admitting this in your own mind while his fiance is battling for her own life, but fuck.

You wanted nothing more than to lay down your own life for Sung so that she could continue in existence for him.

If you could, you would take here place.

You would die for her, for him.

You remember pushing back your thoughts as you put focusing on Jimin your first priority. You remember keeping him in a neverending tight embrace as he neverendingly sobs against your chest, his lips leaving prayers you could barely yet still tried to understand;

please don't let her die

don't take her away from me

i love her too much

i still have to marry her.

You then remember hearing a wail of anguish, putting a pause to both Jimin's silent pleas and your eavesdropping as the both of your heads turn to pinpoint from whom the noise came from.

You remember the way Jimin stilled.

"No."

You remember his whisper of such a small, two-lettered word, yet somehow it caused your heart to crumble.

"No no no no-"

You remember having to tackle Jimin slightly as he causes a mess of himself, punching the seats and harshly tugging on his hair all the while screaming wails of pain and suffering, "Jimin please-"

"No- get the fuck off of me! Sung?!"

You remember how Jimin lost sight of reality as he pushes you off of him, your body making in contact with the cold tiled ground.

"SUNG? SUNG! LET ME INSIDE-"

You remember seeing nurses and other staff pull the man you love back as he causes a scene, starting to become physical and violent with the people surrounding him, "PLEASE! Please- I just- I NEED TO SEE HER! SHES MY FIANCE-"

You remember seeing a man dressed in blue make his way near Jimin, a needle in his hand.

"H-hey, no!" You remember trying to catch up to the nurse, attempting to prevent them from giving whatever the shot was to Jimin, "Stop! Please-"

"y/n. D-don't."

You remember feeling a hand on your shoulder which makes you turn around instantly, only to find the culprit behind the anguished scream just moments prior Jimin's outburst.

"Jin." You start, "-they're going to sedate him. That- that's not okay."

"They have to, y/n." Another voice calls out from behind Jin, "I know how it seems and I don't like it either, b-but he's becoming violent. They have to sedate him."

"Joon." You whisper softly.

What a sick and twisted game that life is playing on you, that your brother, Jimin's best friend, Jimin's best man at the wedding being planned, is the one to give news of the bride's passing.

"Sung, is she really.." You trail off, not having the heart to finish your sentence.

It seems neither does he, as he responds with nothing but a simple avoidance of eye contact.

"HYUNG!"

You remember Jimin's faint and tired yet still firm voice as he calls out your brother, "Hyung, you saved her didn't you? You- you were part of the surgery. You saved her didn't you? Didn't you!?" Jimin is weak as he trails off his words as the effect of the syringe takes its course, but that doesn't stop him from reaching out to the three of you, "H-hyung. Tell me you saved her. P-please tell me you saved h-her."

Namjoon doesn't stop the tear that rolls down his hardened face as he only shakes his head, "I'm sorry, Jimin. We did our best. We really, really did. I'm so sorry-"

You remember the way Namjoon's voice trails off your hearing as your throat suddenly feels contracted. You remember the itching pain just within your chest as you find the struggle to breath, your hand clutching it harshly. You remember stumbling back just a little bit as you feel lightheaded, thinking that these were only from the overwhelming happenings in that moment.

But then you cough.

And you cough

and you cough

and you cough.

But no one notices you.

Not even yourself.

Your attention remains still at Jimin, who has now dropped completely to the floor, tears still continuously spilling out of his drowsy eyes. Short breaths are released from his trembling lips as he mumbles words that none of you can understand. He then begins to seemingly reach out for something, someone.

"P-please," He whispers.

And as you bend down almost immediately to attend to his calls, you cough.

And you cough

and you cough.

And still no one notices.

No one except him.

You cough as your eyes find his, barely open yet staring right at you from the lows of the floor.

You remember having to excuse yourself and run to the nearest restroom you can find, legs trembling and stumbling on your way there as you push against the winds of the almost empty halls, still coughing with every step you take. And just as you reach the doors of the restroom, you turn back slightly, just enough to catch Jimin's last sight while his body is being carried away to where you guess is a vacant patient's room, all this before his eyes ultimately close.

Eyes you found lastly staring at you.

You remember finally shutting the door and locking it, thanking God silently that you're in a family restroom hence there is no one else inside. You cough desperately, your throat beginning to feel exclusively sore and your lungs beginning to tighten from all the air being released as you cough and cough and cough again.

You reach out to the sink, gripping tightly onto the white metals as you cough and cough and cough again.

You then brushingly turn to the toilet, your eyes watering and lips numbing as you cough and you cough and you cough once more.

You practically clean the whole restroom, as disgusting as that sounds, from all the moving you made as you coughed anywhere and everywhere. You felt awful for the next person to come inside, now that your bacterium were practically in its every corner, side, and space. You cough again, this time harder, the worst one out of the previous.

You remember sensing a certain feeling rise up, something soft yet itchy, something light yet heavy.

And so you cough, and you cough, and you cough, and you cough,

and you bleed.

And amongst the red is a pink.

A single, individual pink petal from what you would soon find out is a camellia flower - the flower that is soon to be the latter symbolization of death chasing you, growing closer, inching nearer, just about to knock on your door.

So of course you remember Jimin's distraught. Of course you remember Sung's - his fiance's death.

Because her death was too, the ultimate beginning of yours.

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when the camellia blooms | pjm

park jimin x kim! reader | 1 | 2

sypnosis: diagnosed with the hanahaki disease, you had only two options - accept a deathly fate, or never love again. 

genre: au, angst, fluff, humor, friends to lovers? maybe.

warnings: many talks of death and dying, namjoon is the sweetest brother omg, unrequited love, swearing, pining, longing, fictional added terms and effects of the hanahaki disease, really sad reader, really sad characters, and lots of angst.

word count: (read author's note)

reminder: this is a sequel. please read part one here; however, this also could serve as a stand-alone, but I would advise you read the first part as well for the full experience.

a/n: i was mauling for a long long long time over whether i should do three parts at most or just keep this one really lengthy, and since i was afraid of losing track if i chose to cut it in parts again, i just decided to make this one quite a bit long. sorry!

"let me try to love you back to life."

"Is that what you think?"

You remember the long pause before your response, a deafening silence amidst the growing tense and suffocating air that evening as you spoke.

You had known then that Jimin regretted what he said the moment he did, but it was too late. He’s already said it, and he’s hurt you.

Jimin looks at you with ache as you stare accordingly at the blank wall, noticing the way your eyes have begun to well up in tears as the familiar feeling of tightness succumbs your throat, light feathers of pink flowers forcefully being swallowed down, "Do you think that I don't remember? That I simply don't care? That I'm just on the fence playing peek-a-boo with death on my door?"

Focusing on you with a heart contrite, Jimin places his bottom lip in between his teeth, eyes meshed together amongst sorrow as he swallows in shame, feeling completely guilty at his preceding words.

"y/n I-"

You then laugh ironically, halting him to a stop.

"Forgive me, Jimin."

Your throat is furthermore burning by each passing second as you direct your gaze at the cause of your painful love, "Forgive me if I prefer to want to spend my last days in peace with the acceptance of my crushing fate. Forgive me for not wanting to die on my death bed sulking and cursing the universe and God and myself and whatever I can for this unfair hanafuckinghaki sickness. Forgive me-"

You uttered every word that night with a sense of despise, a sense of spite, each one a striking arrow shot directly at Jimin's heart.

"-if I choose to pretend to be happy and to be okay for my brother and for your sake." You spit out, last words purposely said with more effect.

Taking a few steps closer towards him, you point your finger accusingly against his chest as your tears willingly fall, lips slightly quivering as your anger all the more increases the moment you two lock eyes.

Your breath is caught at the back of your throat as you look up, finding yourself standing in the very front of Jimin's presence.

You swallow harshly, height difference being of no use as your red eyes focusedly trained on his same ones tower over him, both pairs seemingy battling for agony, "But don't you stand there and accuse me of being indifferent- fucking indifferent of all fucking things towards Sung's death. She was my friend before yours, and losing her hurt just as much as anything else."

You remember crying out, not finding an interest on holding in neither your sobs nor your coughs any longer as you did so right at his face, further recalling how you felt not even an ounce of guilt whatsoever as you purposefully reminded him of your current illness in hopes of making him feel worse.

“y/n please...” Jimin barely utters out, almost visibly fading from the way you raise your voice further in his attempts of cutting you off.

"Don't. Don’t you dare accuse me of ever forgetting that night, because as far as I remember, I was the one who kept inside the pain of losing someone close. I was the one who held you when you cried, consoling you to an unbearable extent that I forgot to console myself." Still looking at him in the eyes, you speak out words of regret as you proceed to cough lightly, the pain inside you endlessly growing that you insisted on passing it to someone else.

One word after another, you could remember physically witnessing the pain in Jimin's eyes.

The way his eyebrows were furrowed together and the glistening streaks that ran along his red cheeks were an evident proof of your success in wounding him, but you didn't care. You told yourself you didn't care. You lied to yourself in saying you didn’t care.

No. You didn't care.

For once, you could still sense that rushing feeling of wanting to lessen the burden of falling in love with Jimin. For once, you wanted to make him feel the pain you've kept inside you for the past two years. For once- for once you wanted to be the cause of his pain, not the other way around.

But that once lasted only as is, just once.

The moment you speak those words against him, your heart begins to ache all the more, the dreaded feeling of guilt and shame and love and pain all united together in rising above your limit as you abruptly collapse onto his arms, growing weak and coughing brutally as the camellias say hello to its desired lover.

You eyes begin to desperately search his as you cling onto him, head proceedingly buried against his chest all the while sobbing uncontrollably, apologies escaping past your visibly whimpering lips, “I-I'm sorry, Chim. I didnt- I don't blame you, I'm so sorry-"

You remember seeing Jimin, just seconds ago having been distraught and practically falling apart from your direct words, somehow manage to gather himself as he stands his ground, still and determined on holding you securely.

His arms are wrapped around you in a protective yet delicate manner, eyes trained worriedly on your fragile state all the while patting your back, tenderly comforting you, “Shh- shh. It’s okay, y/n. Just breathe. Focus on your breathing, that’s right.”

Your breathing has gone erratic, lifting your head a tad bit in order to look at him as you reminisce that night, when you were the one holding him as he cried. "I'm so sorry, Chim."

You remember the first few of your countless apologies which Jimin nevertheminds, holding no other concern than that of which is your state of well-being.

"It's okay, okay? We're okay. Now c'mon, walk with me to the sofa. You can do that right? On three. One, two three..”

Minutes feel like hours as you recall the way Jimin assisted you for a time on end, treating you as though you were a rare delicacy with his manner of tenderness, softness, soft whispers against your ear and soft touches along your spine as he helps you find your amity once more.

Unaware that he is just that — your amity, your armistice.

Sat on the sofa, you continue on controlling your breathing as you inhale in and exhale out, Jimin's voice supple and light by the side of your earlobe as words of encouragement slip past his lips, still slightly red and swollen from his previous cries.

You could practically feel his breath against your ear with the sheer distance between the two of you, the noticeable intimacy of both your positions making you shudder and shut your eyes in an attempt of preserving in place another series of newly blooming flowers.

Standing up abruptly, you look at anywhere but Jimin as you scan your surroundings, all before making a clear statement.

Hesitantly, you whisper, "I think I should go."

Jimin's eyes haltingly falters, confusion capitulating his entire expression before attempting to reach out to you, "So soon? I think you should stay y/n-"

"Why?" You intervene motionlessly.

Caught aback with the benevolence and lack of sentiment in your voice, Jimin unrequitedly stutters as he responds, "Because y-your condition is still not well and I-"

"My brother is a doctor, Chim. I'll ask him to stay with me."

"-I just think it'll be better for you to stay here for a while and rest-"

"Better for me?" You begin, once more keeping his words short, "Or better for you?"

You remember Jimin's widened eyes, clearly not expecting you to say what you did.

"I.." Jimin thinks before continuing, hands grazing yours just as he speaks, "I just want you here. I need you here."

At his words, you remember recalling that exact phrase spoken to you the night Sung died, just when he caught himself falling apart and firstly reached out to you.

You remember the way he stared at you with a sense of longing, a sense of yearning, deeply wanting to convey an emotion you don't- you refuse to understand.

Because you recognizes the love held not only on his eyes, but on his touch, on his lips,

making you want to kiss him, hold him, touch him.

God, you just want to love him.

“Jimin..” Your voice feels light against his face, whispers eluding past your lips as your breath leaves a wisp along Jimin’s plump cheeks, stroking the slightly pink and flushed skin from the sadness it’s undergone not too long ago.

His eyes beam longingly at you, conveying messages that seem foreign to your understanding as your heart palpitates unevenly against his grasp. But it was enough to block your mind, it was enough to drive you wild, it was enough for you to completely lose all sense and thought-process, your brain not reciprocating anything other than what the heart is yearning for.

Him.

And lastly, you remember not being able to hold yourself back as you bring to life the buried words you have kept underground for the longest time.

Your eyes trained directly at his averts down to his lips, the camellias no more blooming as it succumbs to desire, craving no more than to offer him the love you have saved in secret for the past twenty four months, "I love you, Jimin."

Lowly pronounced words as you gaze at him, breath still and steadily fanning the smile slowly forming on his lips.

"I love you too, y/n. You're my best friend."

You remember your conflict, the feeling of pure loss and distraught overtaking you as you remain still. There you were, being loved by him completely, yet it is a love that seemingly leaves you feeling incomplete. Feeling unwhole and broken, feeling void and sunken.

You remember hearing your heart physically crack as you perceive his words, your sight lingering on his own, mockingly filled with a kind of love that you didn't want.

A love that you, quite literally, didn't need.

As soon as you hear what he’s chosen to disclose, you crack an unwilling fictitious smile on your lips just seconds before a hand covers it, your body limpingly maneuvering against Jimin’s hold as you feel your throat contract once more, catching his undivided attention.

Eyebrows furrowed, Jimin calls out in confusion, “y/-”

You remember the endless coughs that had suddenly broke out of you, the worst of what is offered from the Hanahaki being at present time the moment his lips offer a chaffing smile, his concern and sincerity being your death unbeknownst to him.

Coughing vigorously, you push Jimin aside as the overwhelming feeling of sorness and torment leads you to spurt out tears by the corners of your eyes, pushing you to whimper out cryingly. Your back is turned from the origin of your agony as he calls out your name, a voice so quiet yet loud against your hearing, emotionally wounding you as you cry out in pain.

"-y/n..?"

Because you remember a one petal.

And then two, then three,

and you remember blood.

Not wanting to let him see you in such a state that shall most definitely force him to fully understand the meaning of your supposed ‘love’ for him, you run out of his home, opening the door and not bothering to shut it close as you hurryingly exit out.

You ignore all of his calls and pleas as you run

and you run

and you run

and you run

and you cough, thanking the heavens silently as you locate a bus stopped after passing a few blocks.

“y/n wait! Please!-”

You step inside the transportation with no intention of looking back, forcing yourself to cancel out the calls of Jimin's voice, muffled from the reaches of the outside bus doors. A voice that's calling you. A voice that you most definitely would run to if given the opportunity, a chance that excludes coughing and hurting and crying

-and dying.

Ignoring the whispers and talks of the three other passengers inside the vehicle, you avert you tearful sight from and to the driver's concerned gaze as you send a small forced smile his way, meekly stating,

"I don't have any cash on me, but I'm dying in 30 days. You'll let me ride, won't you sir?"

You remember that eventful day, exactly five days ago, one hundred and twenty hours since you had avoided any association with Jimin.

He's contacted you endlessly, knocked on your door several times and even stayed outside your apartment overnight during one weekend, and each time you had luckily spent it over at your brother's. The times he went there though, you were gone and so was Namjoon, leaving him calling out to your brother’s empty studio apartment.

Five days without fits of vicious coughing, yet five days without him.

Is that the sacrifice you have to make to be healthy?

Then, would that be the sacrifice you'd have to make to live?

"Jimin called me."

"AH- Kamchakya!" Your thoughts are finally cut off as you jump at the sound of both your brother's voice and the slam of the door. Stumbling backwards, you barely get the chance to hold your balance as your hand clutches your clothed chest, visibly startled at your brother's sudden presence.

Namjoon had entered your apartment nonchalantly as he shut the door close behind him with no more than a small smack, yet his strength effects the opposite of what is intended.

Eyes widened, you attempt to catch your loss of breath before bending down completely, hands now placed on both knees, "Joon what the hell?! You couldn't have knocked?" Turning aside, you conquest onto throwing the first thing you could find at the genius which he opposingly catches without a beat, throwing the tablecloth right back at you easily as he takes small steps forward, mumbling a small apology afore repeating his previous words, "Sorry. Jimin called me. For the tenth time in five days, may I add."

Rolling your eyes at his bluntness, you contrastingly fail to catch what you once threw as you walk a couple steps back, grabbing the now dirty item and attempting to hide the way your chest tightened by the mere mention of Jimin's name.

"Jimin called you. Congratulations. Would you like an award, big foot?" You joke accordingly.

Now stood up in the kitchen, Namjoon leads on to making himself at home through the means of providing himself something to eat, attempting to hide a small smile dragging its way onto his face out of gladness in finding that his little sister is not letting some pathetic disease affect her overall personality.

"Big foot? That's a new one." Reaching for the bread and peanut-butter, he calmly makes himself a sandwich, as that is the only food he can prepare without failure, all the while strategically conversing in a serious talk with you, "But don't play dumb with me, y/n. You know Jimin and I aren't on good terms right now. Since..." Namjoon trails off, wanting to obviously avoid the topic of your illness.

You sigh, chest heaving as this doesn't go unnoticed by you, of course. Yet not wanting to go down that path in the early morning either, you choose to passively ignore the way he quickly averted his eyes away from you and let him continue.

Clearing his throat surreptitiously, Namjoon proceeds to act indifferent towards the newly formed tension, "-anyway, he and I aren't okay yet but he's still called me for the tenth time, and I finally answered. You're telling me you aren't even a tiny bit curious on what Jimin and I spoke about?"

You've now sat yourself on the kitchen counter, careful not to hit your head on the overtops as you habitually clean up the mess your older brother had habitually started on creating, "I'm not curious, Joonie, because I don't need to ask."

"Mhm, is that so?" Namjoon turns around to look at you, his head somewhat tilted sideways as he proceeds to happily munch away his sloppy and disgusting-looking meal, "You already know what he said then?"

Neatly putting away all the ingredients of which your brother has taken out, you begin to shift in your spot as you look down at your now wobbling feet which you noticed have too begun to unconsciously shift and play with one-another.

You respond hesitantly, letting out another sigh, "Probably asking how I'm doing? Telling you to say sorry to me for him? A bunch of sappy stuff, I bet. He didn't even do anything wrong."

Smiling every so slightly, Namjoon nods his head meekly as he makes his way to the fridge in order to grab some water, throwing his sandwich in the trash bin in the process, "Yeah.." he pauses before chuckling softly, "-that's our Jimin.. Holy shit that sandwich was fucking disgusting by the way. Aish-" He curses before pouring some of the cool liquid on a glass and desperately chugging it down, tears forming around his eyes as he scoffs in distaste.

Confused and surprised, you check to see the bread if its begun to form any mold, which you find none.

"Huh, I wonder why. The bread is good." You say just before stepping off of the counter carefully, "-can't believe you managed to fuck up a sandwich, Joon. You really do suck at cooking, don't you? Well I guess, food in general." You addingly joke, which Namjoon, in contrast, takes complete and total offense to.

Yet just as he is about to bark back at you with a Nobel Prize winning poetic insult, you unintentionally proceed, therefore cutting him off.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to leave you the recipes of your favorites before I leave, okay?"

Smiling at him innocently, you find no flaw in your choice of words, making your brother's heart ache without warning as you look up at him with a tilted head.

"I know how much you love my cooking anyway, no matter how many times you claim that you don't." You laugh lightheartedly, "I might forget though, since I forget everything- but hey, Jimin cooks a little bit too, so just go to him whenever you miss my cooking, yeah? I know you guys fight a lot but please try not to once I'm g- mph!"

Pausing, your voice is unexpectedly muffled as your lips come in sudden contact with your brother's shoulder, completely quieting you down.

Taking a moment to fully comprehend such an unforeseen situation, it wins a small while for you to come to notice that he has completely submerged yourself in a tight embrace, both arms wrapped around your waist as his chin is placed right on top of your head.

You didn't know how to react.

It is without a doubt that you and Namjoon are close, don't get this wrong. And furthermore are there the endless comforting shoulder rubs and thoughtful words of advice from time to time, but a hug? A hug is usually where the two of you draw the line, both finding an unspoken mutual perspective on personal space.

So to find yourself in his position, with both your hands up in the air by the side of his waists as you remain frozen from the abrupt fright, you remain still, the only thought being in your head is how the last time that the two of you practically hugged this long was back from your parents' passing.

That being thirteen years ago.

Namjoon, on the other hand, does not give a flying fuck as he feels nothing but yearn for you. Your previous words has caused something inside of him to trigger and suddenly feel a certain lack of your warmth and existence, which he hates.

Don't worry, I'll make sure to leave you the recipes of your favorites before I leave, okay?

That's exactly what you had just said.

-please try not to once I'm gone.

You would have added.

His mind is in disarray, his medicinal IQ of 148 fading into an 8 as his thoughts are gathered in shambles, trying so desperately to rid of the now forming vision of a future without your not-so-bad-but-not-good-either cooking, a future without your Namjoon please get a liscense nagging, a future without your unbearable teasing, a future without-

a future without you.

How could he wake up to a future that's missing his little sister?

Namjoon is an orphan now. You both have been for thirteen years. The orphaned doctor, he would sometimes call himself.

And thirteen years ago, this orphaned doctor swore as he looked upon his parents' opened casket for the last time that he will never abandon his sister. Thirteen years ago, this orphaned doctor cried as he smiled against the clear plastic on his dead mother's pale box, swearing under oath that he could never let an accident take his sister away too. Thirteen years ago, this orphaned doctor choked back tears as his hands leave prints against the plastic of his father's case, promising to keep the strength he trusts his dad would have asked of him to endure. Thirteen years ago, this orphaned doctor painfully smiled as he kneeled down and looked at you, your black gloves of mourning beginning to dampen as stains become visible from your attempts of wiping away your brother’s tears.

Thirteen years ago, Namjoon mentally vowed in his deceased father and mother's name to always prioritize you first, determined in a future of being his little sister’s hero as he lastly placed a bouquet of soft pink camellia flowers on top of his parents' shared grave, squeezing your smaller hand intertwined with his.

Thirteen years ago, he was only thirteen, yet he had been the father and the mother and the brother his eight-year old sister needed.

Namjoon didn’t realize when he started crying.

At this point, the both of you are now on the floor, the age difference having been confusing as you are the one cradling you older brother tenderly.

Your once frozen hands are now soft and delicately wrapped around his back, rubbing in circular motions as you mouth words of comfort against his ear. Dampness could be felt on your shoulder down to your chest as your brother maneuvers while sobbing silently, head now seemingly permanent on the base of your neck.

Does being sick always come with scenes like this? You think to yourself.

"Shh, Joon. C'mon it's okay. Shh, it's alright," You coo softly, your own tears subsiding as you don't care of much other than your brother's current distress, "Joonie, c'mon. Seeing you like this is breaking my heart."

Okay scratch that, your tears aren't subsiding, they're sliding.

"Joonie..." You whisper softly yet desperately, wanting nothing more than to console your brother ever so leniently, "-please stop crying."

Suddenly, you feel Namjoon halt as he abruptly pushes away from you at an arms length, hands holding both sides of your shoulder as his reddened eyes direct yours before making the suggestion,

"Get the surgery."

Truly, that was not the right time to bring up the surgery, of this Namjoon is certain.

And to be honest, he doesn't even have a clue whether there is a right time to bring up the surgery. But he's become overwhelmed and desperate, wanting nothing more than to guarantee your life be saved. So although the timing doesn't match, he allows the situation to happen and chooses to not take back his previous words, instead facing whatever you decide to let on. Fate shall take its course.

Caught aback, you look at your brother bewilderedly, "What?"

"Get the surgery, y/n." He sniffingly repeats, nose still red and mouth still dry from his previous and still cooling breakdown.

"What are you talking about, Joon?” You smile slightly, eyebrows knitted and confused. “What surgery?"

"y/n," Namjoon begins, voice short and desperate, "I told you about this, didn't I? I was training for medicine a few years ago, yeah? I was an intern volunteering. My superior's patient had the disease, th- the Hanahaki disease, right?" Namjoon speaks relentlessly as he becomes breathless, looking slightly crazy as he rambles over a particular memory which you have no recollection of discussing with him.

"His name was Jung Hoseok, one of the first ten Hanahaki surgery recipients. He survived, y/n. The surgery was a complete success. He's alive even to now and I also still have his contact saved in my phone. Look-"

"Wait wait wait," You shake your head, hands coming to stop his phone-reaching hands all the while trying to process the vast information suddenly provided, "-the Hanahaki surgery? The surgery you did a Science project on that I helped you with during your senior high school year? F-flower Chowder? The Flower Power?" You finish, grinning at the newly found memory yet just moments before frowning entirely,

"Joon, you're telling me to get the Flower Power?"

Namjoon inhales a short intake of breath as he looks down and shuts his eyes, dreading the soon-to-be-happening conversation, "I know this seems crazy but-"

"Yeah no shit, it's crazy."

"Just hear me out oka-"

"This is really bat-shit off the walls crazy, Kim Namjoon!"

"-it's medicine, y/n. It's not really crazy-"

"medicine. my. ass."

"-it's been successful each time it was performed, and-"

"Joon just stop it!"

"-it's the only way to save your damn life!"

With wide eyes you blankingly stare at him, scoffing in disbelief at his sudden raise of voice, "Save my life? Then what? I go to live like a fucking robot for all eternity? Lose all my emotions and live as some kind of cyborg? We aren't in a fucking sci-fi movie, Joon!"

Processing your words, Namjoon does understand your point; but he's become helpless, the helplessness making him reckless, the recklessness making him desperate, and the desperation leaving no room for understanding your point, "A robot is still alive, y/n."

All in all, a reckless mess.

"A robot is still al- what?! Joon, are you hearing yourself?" You speak incredulously.

No, truth to be told, Namjoon is not hearing himself.

"I don't know what you think this, but I am not about to turn into some kind of sim with no feelings. Both you and I know that I would rather die as I live than live as I exist to be nothing more than just that, existing." You speak threateningly, "Don't you ever make me go through that, Joon. Not even as a last resort and not even when I'm not awake anymore to defend my point."

Holding up your right pinky finger, you raise your eyebrows, staring at him expectantly, "Promise me."

Namjoon glances down at your raised finger, jaw clenched and gaze hesitant. Yet just as he proceeds to reach forward in order to seal the deal, he speaks one last time, defeated, "And what if it is the last resort, y/n?"

You look at him, eyes downcast as you begin to subconsciously lower your hand as he continues, "What if you're moments away from leaving me? What do I do? Do I just let you die? Do you really expect me to just let you die even wh- when there's an option to take where you can live?" Namjoon is breathless as he speaks, voice desperate in convincing you.

Sighing, you lower your head slightly, "Joon, I already told you that I'm okay. I'm ready. I've accepted it-"

"But I haven't." Namjoon cuts you off, his words serving a stab at your heart.

"I haven't accepted it. I won't accept it." He takes hold of both your hands, lowering his height so that the two of you are on same eye level afore smiling sadly, "I've lost both our parents, y/n. I've accepted that. I've lived with that. But you can't ask me to accept losing you either because I don't think I'll be able to keep myself sane without you around. I need you, y/n. You're my sister, my anchor, God, you're my lifeline. You've kept me going for these past thirteen years, and I love you. I love you so so so so much, nae yeodongsaeng." He finishes, your heart crumbling at the sight of his flooding eyes.

"And I'm sorry if this is somewhat unfair to you, but please." Namjoons cries out, voice barely above a whisper as he sheds diring tears, "-please choose to try. Choose to try to live.

-If not for you, please do it for me."

"Fuck you Namjoon." You curse mutteringly, voice low and steady as you stand in front of Jimin's door for the past ten minutes.

You twist and turn like a little child as you curse mentally, feeling dread throughout your entire physicality and not at all wanting to continue with your plan. Nonetheless, you remind yourself of your brother's desperation and of your reasons for doing this.

For your brother, you cheer on.

"Okay. Okay! I can do this." You jump up and down, feet bouncing lightly against the hard ground, repeating the same phrase over and over again, "I can do this."

Turning to knock, your mind then suddenly flushes with dread as you subconsciously retreat back to your car, hands waving frantically around, "I can't do this."

"y/n?"

You freeze.

Fuck.

Hands still amidst the air, you stay still, unbelieving of the situation.

"y/n? What are you- is that you? Am I seeing shit right now?" He mumbles the last words to himself, which he silently thanks goes unbeknownst to you as you stay frozen, feet glued onto the ground and heart beating out of your chest at the familiar sound of his voice.

Hesitating, you muster up the determination to slowly turn around.

Your throat tightens once more all the while your heart contrastingly does backflips as you physically see him for the first time since five days and-or one hundred and twenty hours and-or a very painful long time for someone who's in love with someone.

"Hey, Chim." You meekly call out, trying to hide the anxiety creeping in within you.

Jimin, still processing your presence after countless failure of trying to see you, steps forward lightly, eyebrows furrowed as he evidently attempts to figure out the right words to say, "Hey."

"Hey." You wince as you attempt a grin.

Jimin's lips form a tight smile, "Hey."

.

.

.

Shit, this is so awkward.

The thought enters the both of your minds as a seemingly unprecedented tumbleweed passes by.

Clearing your throat, you notice the way Jimin looks down at his fiddling thumbs and curious little pinkies as you speak out once more, trying to ease the visible tension, "So are you going to invite me in or what?" You laugh breathily, chest heaving up and down in desperation of holding in those God-awful petals.

Jimin looks up at you with wide eyes, breathing a sigh of relief as he nods his head repeatedly, "Right- right! Yeah come in. This is your home too, you know." He speaks as he holds out his keys and turn to unlock his door, not noticing the way you've weakened among with the just fallen petal that silently wisped past your lips.

This is your home too, you know.

It's insane how such light words could make a person feel so lost and contracted.

Seven simple words that were spoken without a thought have you in a dazed mentality, hand tighteningly gripping your clothed heart before faking a positive expression as he turns around to face you.

"You can head inside first." Jimin shows that beautiful smile, moving aside as he lays his hand out in the direction of his now opened abode.

You only nod in return as you waste no time in entering, mumbling a small 'thanks chim' as you pass by.

He then follows soon after, set and determined on making you feel at home as he steps forward.

Yet a sight goes inevitable as your head spins around a moment barely passing as you enter his home, catching the vision of Jimin accidentally stepping on the camellia flower, the fragment that symbolizes your unrequited love, your pain, which lay on the timid ground, cracking it in half.

It seems the universe really is telling you something.

You ponder to yourself as you gaze wanderingly, the now torn petal not leaving your sight.

Smiling ironically, the formidable occurence somehow boosts your acceptance of the situation at hand as you make your way to the sofa, speaking aloud even more so formidable words, "We need to talk, Jimin."

Just moments before sitting down, Jimin remains still, eyes glazing at you directly for a second before gathering himself and proceeding to act indifferent, "Of course."

Jimin. He thinks.

Not chim, Jimin.

"Jimin I-"

"No please-" Jimin cuts you off as you begin to speak, "Please let me say first what I've been keeping inside for this past week of being avoided by you."

You didn't know whether you were supposed to take offense or not, yet nonetheless you decide

"-just wanted to let you know that I'm getting surgery."

I can't believe she's calling me Ji- "What?"

You smile empathetically, "I'm getting surgery, Jimin."

part 3, maybe?

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I’ll take care of you

hello !! i have a request for your quote game :)

“I’ll take care of you,” he soothes, “so let me, please.”

with any boy i don’t mind, thank you sm !!

⨽ pairing: taehyung x hybrid f!reader

⨽ genre: honestly i don't know. hurt/comfort(?) angst (?)

⨽ warnings: crying, very brief mentions of past abuse, trust issues, talk about scars and wounds, all that kinda stuff

⨽ a/n: took me ages to get to this request, but i hope you like it! (p.s - this a long one)

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Taehyung's eyes softened as he watched you try to treat your wounds. 

So many nurses and caretakers at the care centre wanted to lend you a hand. But you'd refuse to be touched, quickly moving away as soon as someone got too close. 

He bought you here a week ago. And the whole time you've been here, you've isolated yourself. Completely. 

You didn't talk to anyone. Not any of the doctors, the nurses, caretakers or other hybrids. You stuck to yourself. 

"I wish she'd let us near her," Luna, one of his co-workers and friend, sighed. "She did a good job taking care of the ones she could reach. But the ones she can't reach need to be treated too."

"I wonder what she went through for her to not trust anyone. Including the other tiger hybrids who are the same species as her." This time, it was Haerin that spoke. A nurse who mainly worked with predatory and exotic hybrids. "I was horrified at the state she was in when Tae brought her here."

"I was horrified when I found her," he sighed. 

He found you on a Friday night, hiding by a dumpster in an alley near his home. 

He remembers how he had just gotten off the phone with one of his friends when he heard something whimpering and some movement.

"Hello?" He called, walking into the alley, and turning on the flashlight on his phone. "Is anyone here- oh my god."

His eyes widened in horror as his light landed on a badly wounded tiger hybrid trying to hide behind some trash.

The tiger was clearly hurt and definitely not dressed for the chilly weather. 

"Oh my gosh, how did you end up here?" He muttered, taking off his jacket before slowly approaching you.

It was clear you weren't just a stray hybrid. It looked like you became a stray after escaping from what could've been an abusive owner, given the number of scars and open wounds on your body.

The closer he got to you, the more you backed into the black plastic bag you were sitting in front of. 

"I'm not going to hurt you," Taehyung said, raising his hands. "I work as a hybrid doctor at a care centre. I want to treat your wounds and give you some meds. So they don't get infected." 

His eyes landed on some of the scars and cuts on your arms and legs. He noticed how new they looked. It was clear you got them recently, and he couldn't help but wonder how long you'd been hiding here. 

"Here. You can take my jacket to cover yourself," Taehyung said, extending his jacket only for you to flinch away from the material. "I promise I'm not going to hurt you. But I'll have to take you to my place since I don't have anything to help with those one me."

He noticed the way your eyes slightly widened. "Oh, um, I know you probably don't trust me enough to go home with me. But if you stay here, they'll get infected. And you would be in even more pain than you are in now."

He didn't expect you to take his jacket. 

To you, he probably looked like a predator... someone trying to gain your trust, only to betray you as soon as the door closes. 

But he was surprised when you hesitantly took the jacket from him to cover yourself. 

"Come with me," he softly smiled, taking a step back because he figured you wouldn't want him to touch you yet. 

You only let him touch you when he was treating your wounds. Other than that, you made sure you were at least more than a meter away from him.

"I wonder why she won't let you assist her again," Luna muttered. "She's let you treat her before, so why not again?"

"I'm guessing she only let me because she was desperate. She was hesitant to go home with me, but she took the risk because she was desperate," Taehyung said. "She didn't even say a word the entire time I was with her. I asked for her name, her age, anything! But she refused to speak."

"And she's still refusing to speak," Haerin groaned. "I tried checking the system, but she wasn't there. It seems like she's one of those hybrids born in breeding facilities and stuff."

"I'm going try and help her... again," Taehyung sighed. "If she refuses, one of you should try. She might want a woman instead."

The two girls nodded before he began to approach you. 

"Hey," he said, crouching down to your level. 

His presence caused you to tense, and you stopped what you were doing. 

"I'm only here to offer a helping hand again. Allow me to assist you with the ones you can't reach."

When Taehyung reached for a cotton ball, you immediately shifted away, pulling your stuff with you. 

"You can't leave those untreated, sweetie," he sighed. "I know you'd prefer doing it alone, but for your back, you're going to need one of the doctors to help you."

You didn't even look at him as he spoke to you. 

"If you don't want me to do it, I can ask someone else?" He said, getting up/ "How about Doctor-"

"No."

Taehyung's eyes widened, surprised to hear you speak. Your voice was so soft you were almost inaudible. 

"Huh?" he asked, crouching back down and sitting in front of you. "Please, can you repeat that?"

"Don't want another doctor," you muttered. 

"So, do you want me to check on the ones on your back?" Taehyung asked, and you nodded, deciding to no longer use your voice. 

"Should I just do it here, or do you want to move to my office?" he asked, taking the bag of cotton balls. 

"Here."

He let out a sigh before nodding. He would've wanted to treat you in his office. That way, he could talk to you freely and try to ask you some things.

But he figured you probably didn't want to be alone with him right now. 

"Alright, please turn around," he asked, picking up some ointment. "I'm going to touch you, okay? But only because I'm treating you. As soon as we're done, I won't touch you until the next time to take off those bandages all over your face and arms."

You only nodded before Taehyung slipped on some gloves and began to apply the ointment. 

"You know... we're going to have to know your name one day," he said.

You figured there was no point in them knowing your name if you'll escape as soon as you were healed. 

You didn't say a word, and the two of you remained in silence before you mustered the courage to ask- "Why?"

"Well, I can't keep referring to you as the tiger hybrid I brought in last week when I'm talking to my colleagues," Taehyung said. "But also because I'd like to call you by your name. I want to greet you and say: Hey... whatever your name is! How are you today?"

You didn't respond, which is something he kinda expected. So it became silent again. 

As he gently began to take off the old plasters, you couldn't stop thinking about Taehyung wanting to know your name so he could call you by it. You hadn't heard anyone say your name in ages. 

Where you came from, your owner never addressed you by your name. Instead, he'd always call you kitten. A nickname you've now grown to absolutely hate. 

You wondered how it would feel to have someone greet you with a smile and call you-

"y/n."

"Huh?" Taehyung asked. 

"My name. It's y/n."

He wondered why you finally decided to speak today. But that didn't matter. He was glad you were now comfortable enough to tell him your name. 

"You have such a nice name, y/n," he smiled. 

"Thank you," you whispered, and he nodded. 

"Your wounds are healing nicely. You did a good job," Taehyung said, putting on the last plaster on your back. "I'd say tomorrow will be the last time we exchange them."

You only nodded before pulling the back of your t-shirt down and reaching for Taehyung's jacket. 

"We're going to need to buy you new clothes," he sighed, standing up. "You can't keep wearing my jacket forever."

You knew you should've returned it to him that night, but you couldn't bring yourself to part from the comforting scent of vanilla on the jacket. 

"Do you want it now?" You asked, preparing to take off the jacket. 

"No!" you flinched, causing him to slap a hand over his mouth. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be so loud. You don't have to give it to me now, y/n. You can keep it for as long as you'd like to."

You muttered an okay, causing Taehyung to softly smile.

"Doctor Kim!" Luna called. 

"I don't want to leave you alone, but it looks like I have to go," he said. "Why don't you try to talk to other hybrids? There are lots of them who want to talk to you, y/n. And it wouldn't hurt to make a friend."

Your eyes unconsciously glanced at the group of tiger hybrids laughing together. 

You wanted to be part of them, but you were scared. You came from a place where you'd get in trouble if you dared to make a noise. So seeing hybrids be as loud as they wanted was new and kinda strange to you.

"See you later, y/n."

When Taehyung reached Luna, who was now alone since Hyerin had to attend to some hybrids, she looked at him with a sly smile.

"Are you going to adopt her?" Luna asked, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. Which caused the male to raise a brow. "Don't look at me like that. Anyone can see the way you look at her."

"What do you mean by that?" He asked. 

"You probably won't notice, but I can. You just- I don't know. You look at y/n differently, and I don't know how to explain it. You look at that girl like you want to take her in your arms! And protect her from everything."

"Are you not exaggerating?"

"Maybe I am, but hey," she shrugged. "It's clear you want to care for her. Not on the level as patient and doctor but something a little more."

"Can we talk about this in my office?" He sighed. "I don't know where you're going with this... but I'd rather talk there than hear."

Some hybrid species had exceptional hearing. You are part of them since a tiger hybrid's sense of hearing is the most acute of all their senses.

"Okay," she said before turning away and walking to his office. 

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"Dr Kim," you said, sitting in a chair.

"I told you to only call me that when we're in front of others," he said, not bothering to look up from the chart he was looking at. 

It had been two weeks since you told him your name and three weeks of being in the centre. During these two weeks, you've become more talkative. You still talked in a hushed tone and sometimes stuttered as you spoke, but you were finally saying sentences that were more than five words long.  

"Taehyung," you corrected yourself, causing the man to look up from his work with a smile.

"Yes, y/n?" 

"Are you very busy," you said, fiddling with your fingers. "I have news I'd like to... news I'd like to share."

"Not really. Why? What's up?" He asked, closing the file and resting his chin in the palm of his hand as he listened to you speak. 

"I Uhm..." you suddenly felt nervous. 

As you walked to his office, you thought it'd be easy to tell him, but all the confidence you had earlier seemed to have disappeared. 

"Just tell me, y/n," he smiled. "I'm not going to do anything to you. I promise."

"Well... I tried making friends," you spilt. 

Taehyung blinked in confusion. You said it so fast that he could barely catch what you said. The only thing he could hear was friends.

"What was that, y/n?" He asked. "Can you repeat what you said but slower this time?"

"I Uhm... well, I tried making friends with some of the tiger hybrids I share a room with," you said, a small smile appearing on your face. "They were really nice!"

He couldn't help but feel happy for you. 

He was so happy to see you were improving. He was glad you were no longer keeping to yourself and finally deciding to socialise. 

"I'm so happy for you, y/n," he smiled. 'What did you guys talk about?"

As you began to tell him about what you and your roommates talked about, Taehyung couldn't help but think about what Luna said. 

"Come on, Tae," Luna groaned. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to take care of y/n on more than a doctor and patient level. You can take care of her on an owner and-"

"You know I don't like the word owner," Taehyung said, cutting off his friend. 

"Sorry. But anyway, I'm suggesting once y/n's comfortable enough, you can bring up the topic of you wanting to adopt the girl," the girl said.

"But I'm her do-"

"And?" Luna asked, cutting off her friend. "I'm a doctor who treated Soohyuk when he was wounded and ill, but I adopted him. Haerin adopted Solar, the snake hybrid she took care of here."

Taehyung groaned, running his fingers through his hair. 

"You know how I am, though. I don't like... the thought of adopting my patients," he said. "It just feels... I don't know."

"It's not wrong," Luna told him. "But if you don't like the idea, don't. I was only saying it because," she shrugged. 

Taehyung couldn't believe it. He was actually considering adopting you. 

Looking at you now, he wondered what it would be like to come home and have you greet him after a long day. 

For someone who loved and worked with hybrids, he's never actually adopted one. 

"And... uh, that's what we talked about," you said, clasping your hands together with a smile. 

"Ah, okay," he nodded. "I'm proud of you, y/n. You're socialising and making friends."

You muttered a thank you as a soft smile appeared on your face. 

'Maybe I should adopt you?'

.

Nurses and caretakers watched with wide eyes as Taehyung followed after the nurse running ahead of him, wondering what was going in.

Less than five minutes ago, a frantic nurse barged into his office while he was looking at bunny hybrid's chart. 

"Nurse Lee! Are you okay? What's the matter?" he asked, getting up. 

"It's y/n! She needs help!"

"y/n? Is she alright?" He asked, immediately getting worried. 

"No- I um," the nurse ran her fingers through her hair. "No. She's not. She abruptly woke up, breathing heavily. At first, I thought she had woken up from a bad dream and was trying to catch her breath... but when I went to check on her... She was shaking, and then she started sobbing."

Taehyung's eyes widened. "Is she having-"

The nurse nodded, knowing what he was about to ask. "-A panic attack. Yes. And she's not letting anyone near her. Doctor Im is trying to get her to calm down, but it's no use."

"Shit," he cursed. "Where are they now?"

"In the second tiger hybrid room. We asked the other hybrids to leave the room so we could get y/n to try and calm down," the nurse explained. 

"Let's go," he said before the nurse nodded and rushed out of his office. 

"There she is, Doctor Kim," the nurse breathed, pointing to you, sitting in the middle of your bed with your knees to your chest. And sitting on the bed adjacent to yours was Luna, and she had a worried expression.

She had tried to get you to calm down but failed. You wouldn't listen to her- no, it's more like you couldn't hear her. 

"Luna," Taehyung said, and the doctor gave him a small smile. 

"Thanks for bringing him here," Luna sighed, thanking the nurse before turning to her friend. "I asked her to call you because I believe you're the only person who can help her. She's been here for a little over a month now. And you're still the only doctor she trusts. At least, the one she trusts the most." 

Taehyung looked at you before nodding. "I'll try to get her breathing to be steady… and I'll try to get her to open up."

"Alright. We'll give you guys a moment," Luna said before asking the nurse to leave with her. 

"y/n," he softly said as he inched closer to the bed. "Can you look at me?"

He wasn't sure if you could even hear him. It seemed like you were too busy whispering things to yourself to notice him. 

Whatever you dreamt about caused you to snap and panic, and he needed to help get your mind off of whatever that was to help you calm down.

But to do that, he needed to figure out a way to get you to focus your attention on him without him touching you. 

"y/n!" he exclaimed, hoping it would grab your attention and cause you to finally acknowledge his presence. 

He almost sighed in relief when you finally looked at him. But that relief quickly disappeared, and his heart began to sink when he looked at him with fear in your eyes. 

'On no,' he thought. He didn't mean to scare you. 

"It's just me, y/n. Taehyung," he softly said. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just needed you to look at me."

"Tae-h-hyung?"

When you choked out his name, he wanted to take you in his arms and tell you everything would be okay, but he knew he couldn't. You weren't comfortable enough for that. 

"Mhm," he hummed, taking a seat at the foot of your bed. "I want you to focus on me and copy what I do, okay? I need you to calm down."

Five minutes. Taehyung sat there, helping you steady your breathing for five minutes. Instructing you to close your eyes and take deep breaths.

By now, you were sitting with your legs crossed and stopped crying. But you were still shaking a little.

"Do you think you can tell me what's wrong?" he asked, taking off his white coat before draping it over your shoulders.

"I just had a- a nightmare," you whispered, using his coat to wipe your wet cheeks. 

"Can I ask what it was about?" 

You nervously nibbled on your bottom lip, wondering- or rather, you were afraid of Taehyung's reaction. You knew if you told him about your dream, it would lead to you telling him about your previous owners.  

You were afraid he wouldn't want to talk to you and consider you useless once he's heard the things you've done under your old owners. 

"I won't view you any differently, y/n, if that's what you're afraid of," he told you as if he could read your mind. "I promise."

"You promise?" You asked, and he nodded, giving you a small smile. 

"It was about my old owners... I dreamt about them, and when I woke up, I was terrified because, for a minute, I thought they had found me and come to take me," you said, tears brimming in your eyes. "I don't ever want to go back to them, Taehyung. I hated it there."

You began to tell him about how life was before he found you hiding in an alleyway. You told him about the type of people your owners were, the things they made you do, how they treated you... you told Taehyung everything. 

And Taehyung sat there and listened. Listening to everything you had to say. 

He knew where you had come from wasn't a good place, but he didn't expect it to be as bad as you described it. 

He felt horrible knowing that the abuse and poor treatment you experienced was all you knew. 

So many things made sense to him now.

Why it took you so long to talk to someone. Why you didn't want anyone near you. Why you were in the condition you were in when you were found... 

"That's everything," you whispered, wiping your nose. "I understand if you view me differently. I don't think anyone would want-"

"I promised I wouldn't see you differently, didn't I?" He asked, carefully bringing his hands up to wipe the tears off your cheek. "You're still the same y/n I met about a month ago. The only thing different is that I know your story."

"Just because you promised doesn't mean you won't think that way," you sighed, feeling like crying again. "I've heard about how humans feel with hybrids in situations like mine, and It's not surprising if you feel the same way too. After everything I've done and been through... who would want a hybrid like me? I was told chances of me finding a new home were few because no one would adopt a used-up hybrid like me..."

"A lot of people would," he told you, taking a hand. "And you aren't used up. Who even- never mind... but please don't say that about yourself..."

"You'd be surprised that despite all this, I wouldn't mind having an owner. I've heard hybrids talk about how some of their owners treated them, and I want to experience that. I want an owner who'll treat me nicely..." you said. "Even though deep down... I'm scared."

"You want an owner who'll treat you nicely?" He softly asked, and you nodded. "Then allow me to adopt you, y/n."

He's been wanting to adopt you for a while now, but he's never dared to say it. 

He wanted to show you how you should've been treated from the start. He wanted to be the person who would you show that. He wanted you to experience some of the nice things other hybrids experience. And he wanted to be there with you.

"What?" you asked, tears brimming in your eyes. "You want to adopt me? Me?"

He nodded, taking both your hands in his. "Would you be okay with me adopting you, though? You have a say in this, you know..."

"I... do, but I'm scared. I'm scared of going through all of that again," you breathed, closing your eyes. 

You trusted someone, and they tricked you into terrible things. Taehyung understood why you were scared of letting another person in. 

"I- gosh," you breathed before you began to sob, falling forward and burying your head into your chest. 

He didn't expect you to start crying again, let alone cry in his arms, but he didn't mind. He wrapped his arms around you and gently stroked your hair. 

"I understand," he whispered. "But I promise I'll treat you the right way, y/n. And I would never let go through all that again."

"R-really?" You asked, and he hummed in response. 

"I'll take care of you," he soothed. "so let me, please."

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Namjoon always hated soulmates

Namjoon had always believed soulmates were the dumbest thing this world ever came up with. He remembers when he first learned the concept in fifth grade - his teacher was gushing about how perfect soulmates were for each other, how no one could understand someone like their fated mate, how utterly amazing the gift of soulmates were.

As a ten-year-old, Namjoon sat at his desk nearly gagging over his teacher’s words.

How could being forced to love someone be a gift? How is having your freedom stripped away from you a blessing?

He didn’t understand it then and as he grew older, Namjoon only became more convinced soulmates were a nightmare disguised as a daydream. It all seemed so fake, so artificial that he couldn’t help but speak out about it every chance he got.

While a majority of people looked at him like he was crazy, there were a handful who agreed with his positions, causing the young adult to form a close-knit bond with them. The small group often went to Chosen parties - secret meetings of other nonbelievers - and discussed their beliefs, frequently hooking up with people they found attractive.

The sex was a thrill in itself, but the taboo nature of it was what really drove Namjoon wild. There was something so free about being entangled within the throes of passion with someone he’ll never see again. It was a fresh start every time - a new beginning.

He couldn’t comprehend how someone could be satisfied with one person for the entirety of their life. It would get so repetitive, so bland.

No, his way was certainly the way to go.

It was because of one of these hookups he stumbled into class late one day, hair in a bird’s nest and clothes wrinkled beyond reason. Snickers had broken out as soon as he stepped foot into the lecture room, but he hadn’t paid it any attention, more worried about his professor’s reaction to his tardiness.

This particular professor was pretty laid back, so she simply raised an eyebrow before telling him to take his seat.

His usual spot had been taken so he lumbered to a chair in the back of the large room, plopping his bag down by a girl he’d never seen before.

She laughed slightly at his appearance to which Namjoon glared slightly.

“Looks like someone’s soulmate is a bit wild,” she said lowly, smiling at him kindly.

At this, Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“I wouldn’t know. Never met her,” he replied coolly, watching as realization dawned on the girl’s face.

“Oh,” she replied, looking a bit like she didn’t know what to say to that.

“Got a problem?” Namjoon snaps.

He was much too worn out to be judged.

The girl shook her head.

“No. I was just a bit caught off guard is all. But anyway, you didn’t miss much. If you read the first few pages of chapter twelve, you’ll be all caught up,” she said, smiling politely before turning her attention back on the teacher.

And thus began an interesting friendship. The girl, YN her name was, turned out to be a devout believer in the supposed magic that was soulmates. But instead of Namjoon’s intense hatred of the concept making her uncomfortable, she allowed him to rant as often as he wanted to.

YN was always open and happy, balancing out Namjoon’s more somber personality. They could read each other well, always being able to tell when something was wrong with the other.

Weeks turned into months and friendship turned into a crush, Namjoon growing to like YN more and more each day.

It terrified him. He’d never held any other emotion but lust for a girl. The man never slid into fantasies about holding hands or going on cute dates, about snuggling up for a movie or coming home to her smiling face after a long day.

His fear only deepened knotting day approached. The day occurred once a year and marked the arrival of the soulmate strings. Every pair of soulmates who had met in the last year would find themselves tied to their partner with a thin red string.

Namjoon was worried that YN had met her match, that she’d be mated and his silly dreams would shatter around him as she waltzed off with whatever lucky bastard she’d been destined for.

It made him angry, so angry he forced himself to go to another Chosen party on Knotting Eve, ignoring YN’s request to wait for the clock to hit midnight together.

At midnight, Namjoon was lost in the haze of some leggy redhead he’d barely met.

At midnight, Namjoon failed to notice the pesky little string tying itself around his pinky.

Half past midnight, YN’s excitement over meeting her soulmate turned to bitter dread as her string led her to the familiar door of Namjoon’s small apartment. Her heart cracked in half when soft moaning could be heard wafting through the thin walls as Namjoon groaned out the name of some girl who certainly wasn’t her.

It was like she couldn’t breathe. YN’s head swam as the night blurred together, the girl staggering and nearly falling to the ground.

She barely made it to her house as tears blinded her, her lungs unable to take in enough air to breathe.

Out of all the people in the world, it had to be Namjoon. Namjoon, who hated his soulmate for existing. Namjoon, who always teased her for her rose-colored view of the world. Namjoon, who had more lovers than she could count on both hands.

Two hours of crying and she knew what she had to do.

The only way he’d ever be happy was if she was gone. Completely out of the picture.

With strong resolve, YN makes her decision.

The next morning, Namjoon wakes up to an empty bed and a text from YN.

Dear Joonie,

I am so sorry. A million years could go by and I’d never be able to tell you how sorry I am. These last few months of getting to know you have truly been a blessing, my own little slice of paradise. Even though we were fire and ice, I’ve always been so glad I met you. I’m sorry you’re stuck in a system you hate so much, but the good thing is you won’t have to worry about it anymore. Consider it a gift.

I know this is all you’ve ever wanted. I’m glad I can give it to you!

Happy Knotting Day, Namjoon! Mark it as the day you truly received your freedom!

With love,

Your soulmate,

YN

It’s only then the man notices the limp grey string dangling haplessly from his finger, the end curled and frayed.

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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