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death valley (m) | part 5

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, taehyung x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 6.9k (hehe)

warnings: reader discretion advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex, oral sex, coersive sex, yandere behaviors, heavy drug use, sex while intoxicated, implied use of date rape drugs, GUNS, shootings, breast play, a literal fire (bultaoreune lol), begging, dom!yoongi, softdom!taehyung, choking, manipulation, kidnapping, feelings of fear, crying, unwanted advances, cuddles with jin, reader needs a shower damn, jin calls you a dumb fuck (in the nicest way possible?), everyone has abs

a/n: rock with me baby ;) this one’s short n steamy bc full disclosure streaming butter became my full time job for a hot few days, but ill make up for it. make the next one nice n spicy

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F L A S H B A C K—

The clink of the ice cubes against the plastic rim of your rum and coke fade against the pounding electric guitar, echoing through the enclosed walls. Red dice tumble onto the wood floors and cherry lips smack against bated breaths. Your attention is lost in the swirl of your bendy straw as you gnawed away at the flaccid tip.

The leather jacket felt snug around you, and you were unsure if it was the skewed ratio of alcohol in your drink or the blushing reminder that this was Park Jimin’s jacket around you that had you feeling a deep glow within yourself. You waited, hoping he would come claim back what was his. After chasing him for so long, he finally noticed you.

“How you doin love?” Your head turned to meet a sweet, dark chocolate gaze. Just bitter enough to leave you wanting another taste. His plaid shirt was tight around his slim figure, flowing over tight black jeans. You felt his hand on the small of your back, laying a bit lower than you would’ve liked. His other hand tugged the straw from your chapped lips to bring it to his own as he sipped your drink before letting out a heavy sigh. “Sweet” He licked his lips, grinning at you.

“Hey there. You part of the crew?” You batted your eyelashes at him, letting your naughty fingers fiddle with the collar of his shirt. Maybe if Jimin saw you with another man he would get jealous. It was worth a try. The man smirked. 

“Yeah. My name is Min Suga, I’m one of Jimin’s sound engineers” He ruffled his white hair, the ends of which were damp with sweat, “Enjoy the show tonight?”

And so commenced a flirtatious conversation, while you buttered up the young musician, he slid a white powder into the drink he offered to make you. The haze of the night was remembered only by fits of giggles and the hot touch of the stranger and his gorgeous silver rings as they touched every part of you, leaving you a mess of small pants and eager moans. It wasn’t long before he pulled you into his lap and you could feel his desperate arousal pressing between your legs. 

You watched as he lit a cigarette and pushed the tip between your lips. The pout of your lips as you inhaled had him grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him. You twirled the bud in your nimble fingers before he took it from you, taking a hit himself. A few puffs later, the alcohol was hitting you strong, and in the grey smoke that clouded your eyes, you began to see another face entirely. 

“Minnie” You groaned, forcing your chest to squeeze against his as much as you could. You wanted nothing more than to burn the clothes off your body and feel him, every inch of him in every way. You nibbled his ear. He took the burning end of the cigarette and pressed it into your shoulder.

“Wanna get out of here, love?” You nodded your head, a wave of tiredness hitting you as you fell limp into his arms. 

He brought you to a nearby motel, chaining your arms to the headboard before diving into you like a starved man. You only remember feeling pure bliss, finally having the man you had dreamt of ravish you like you always wanted. 

He choked you, muffling your desperate sounds into a pillow as you cried out “Faster Jimin….please go faster I need…I need you…please”

You had fallen asleep right after, completely unconscious as he fucked you over and over again. He pounded your tired body feverishly before he heard angry knocking at the door. The door burst open and he found himself looking down the barrel of a gun.

“Get the fuck out of here before I call the police you bastard”

When you finally woke up, he was gone. The headache you were left with did nothing to distract you from the piercing guilt in your heart when you realized what had happened. You barely remembered anything about the boy you had just slept with, but as you looked at Jimin’s jacket tossed on the floor, you knew that the man you had fucked had definitely not been him. 

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death valley (m) | part 8

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jin x reader, jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.0k

warnings: reader discretion advised. rough sex, physical roughness, sadism kink, pain kink, breast play, fingering, elevator sex (semipublic), praise kink, dirty talk, unrealistic endurance (this is one day LMAO), attempted fire play, bondage, guns, attempted shootings, knife play if you squint, spanking, degradation (name calling, slut shaming, being really mean lolol thanks jin), crying kink? lot of crying, toxic and manipulative behaviors, jin steps on you so there’s that, character death, heavy drug use, paranoia/fear, voyeurism, sex while intoxicated, me trying to put some humor where i can, sweet dom!jungkook, wild dom!jin, and a sprinkle of dom!taehyung ;) ALSO eyebrowpiercing!jungkook. very important. 

a/n: this smut was VERY fun to write. please enjoy. i will shout out muster!bts for being my inspo. 

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F L A S H F O R W A R D–

Goosebumps spread across your skin as the silence set in. The room was chilly, air conditioner buzzing in contrast to the slick humidity of the summer night waiting for you outside. The white light made your eyes ache, the walls were plain, dry, empty.

You stared blankly at the table in front of you. The sound of the pen scratching paper made you ache, remembering kinder days when you and Hobi would be goofing around and writing songs. How did you get here? How did you let this happen?

The previous night, you had dreamt of being at a concert, somewhere far from Death Valley. Losing yourself to music and molly, a soft pair of hands on your waist as you danced the night away, singing at the top of your lungs. Those same hands wrapping around your waist, nose tracing behind your ear to whisper to you how pretty you were. How hot you looked and how badly he wanted to tear your clothes off with his teeth. 

You allowing him to pick you up so easily, take you back to his car where you scrambled into the back seat. Like children. The first kiss was magic, you were glued to him and could barely move on. He wouldn’t leave you for a second, he wouldn’t let you breathe. Your lips were hot on each other, soft moans and giggles. Swallowed smiles as you drank one another in, bodies like waves crashing against each other.

Hands wandering until he had you where he wanted. Where you wanted. He loved you down so incredibly good. How was he able to tear you apart while still being so sweet, you could barely even fathom it. His teeth dug into the flesh of your breasts, fingers hooking around your panties. 

His tongue ravished your figure. There was no part of you left untouched, no part of you that wasn’t completely ablaze with arousal. You would arch your neck back as he lapped away at the sweetness dripping between your legs, your hands combing through his wavy black hair.

His tongue knew where to go, he knew how you liked it, and your fist clenched as he fucked you with his mouth through and through. He always made sure you came first. Always. Every single time.

Whether you had mere minutes or long hours, he loved the way you tasted, making sure you knew that at every chance he got. Sloppy wet kisses traveled up your stomach to your chest, up your neck, hands caressing your ass, scratching your back, holding you close for a moment. 

You were whisked away into heaven, just briefly, as his thick cock would push into you. Your pussy pulling him in, wanting to feel the familiar but oh so incredible stretch that only he gave you. 

Taehyung. You sobbed as he fucked you, allowing him to kiss the glossy tears off of your cheeks as he rolled his hips, angling so perfectly to nudge deep within you. His sinister grin, his giggles, his chaos. You were in the hands of disaster but you never felt more safe. 

Why are you crying dumbass? He would find your state amusing, continuing to fuck you, thrusts long and smooth. Quick, but slow enough for you to savor each second. Your whining lost behind the wet sound of your bodies colliding.

Where are you? Are you watching this right now? You’re not really dead are you?

Stroking your cheek, he leaned down to whisper against your mouth. The words he would keep on saying, echoing back to you. Play along. I won’t hurt you.

What exactly you were playing, you were unsure. 

“Look at me” Your eyes darted up to meet Jin’s deceivingly innocent eyes. “I’m gonna ask you again, did you kill Kim Taehyung?” 

You gulped, sweat collecting onto the cold handcuffs around your wrists. Jin glanced at the mirrored wall, before letting out a heavy sigh. 

“It appears that Kim Taehyung was murdered about two hours before the party. We found your gun near the body.” Jin holds up the custom weapon Yoongi had given that was unmistakably yours. “Where were you at that time?” You felt your eyes getting heavy.

“I was” You lips were chapped, mouth clammy with a bitter taste. You looked him dead in the eye, stomach sickened by the amusement glistening within them as you struggled with your response. You knew he was getting a kick out of it. You wanted to spit on his face. You wanted to slap him, to scream, to flip the table and break out of the windowless room that caged you.

“I was with…y..” Jin smirked, leaning back. You cleared your throat, mind running a mile a minute.

“With who Y/n?”

You glared at him. He was treating this as some sort of role play. You felt queasy at the thought. Someone was dead. Dead. 

“You. I was with you”

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death valley (m) | part 9

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, jimin x reader, jungkook x reader, seokjin x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 10.5k (you’ll speed through it i promise)

warnings: reader discretion advised. drug use, manipulation, rough sex, penetrative sex, oral sex, breast play, cum play, fingering, toxic behavior, reference to psychological disorders, slut-shaming, obsessive, possessive, yandere themes, lying, fighting, guns, shootings, character death, degradation, groping, praise, lots of love-making, lots of emotional confessions, angsty sex, heavy flirting, reference to past somno, dubcon/coersive sex, car chase, alcohol use, sex while intoxicated….i think that’s everything??? bathroom sex, police station sex, forced vouyerism, torture, a building gets set on fire (bultaoreune pt 2) lots of stabbing/knife use, jimin sings a song about you awh! and also namjoon is a whole SIMP

a/n: MY ENTIRE SOUL WENT INTO THIS and i probably cried at some point. please enjoy.

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The clicking of Jin’s pen between his fingers did nothing to ease your irritation as he paced around you slowly, settling then to place his palms on the table, leaning forward until he was a breath away from you. 

“What exactly were you doing…with me?” The sleazy grin on his face had you eager to punch his perfectly sharp jawline. 

“We were doing drugs at the hotel.” You stated simply, a bitter taste in your mouth. “Cocaine, molly, who knows what else, and we drank….we fucked” 

Jin smirked, glancing back at the mirror briefly. He sat himself down lightly on the table. Leaning back on his hands, the incessant clicking of his pen continuing to echo off of the plain walls.

“Right…we did, didn’t we. Can you describe it to me?” His flirtatious tone seemed blatantly inappropriate for the occasion, but that didn’t stop him from flashing you those hungry, lustful eyes. 

He walked his calloused fingers down the collar of your shirt, tapping against your chest softly. The brush of his skin against yours had you trembling. You felt the constrain of your blouse give way as he popped open each button with the swift move of his thumb.

“Stop playing games Jin. You’re the one who fucking wanted me to kill him” You whispered to him, eyeing the camera that filmed you from the corner. 

He grazed along the front clip of your bra, before snapping it open, your flesh spilling out. He sighed in approval, hands now pushing aside the fabric so he could tug at your nipples. You looked at the mirror, knowing full well that someone was behind it. 

“I know it wasn’t you, dumbass” His voice was eerily raspy, face now barely inches from yours as his palm covered your breast. His words searing against your neck, making your face flush with heat. Your breath hitched as he ran a stripe down your neck before settling to sink his teeth into your shoulder. “You wanna know what I think?” You gulped as he brushed his lips across the expanse of your sternum. “I think it was Yoongi” 

He backed away, only enough to fully enjoy the disturbed look in your eyes, the dilemma in your head obvious to him, the denial almost salivating. He knew you wouldn’t accept it but he simply loved watching you fall apart. There was an exhilarating rush he felt when getting inside your head, making you lose faith in someone you thought you loved, making you afraid, helpless, and confused. He couldn’t get enough.

“But I mean, you saw him that day right? It couldn’t have been him since he at the album release party…hm?” You were horrified, Jin’s cock painfully throbbed through his tight pants. Setting down his pen, his slender fingers wrapped around your throat, loving the way your eyes were filled with fear, lips parted as you choked for a breath. He released you, and you gasped loudly, panting as you collected yourself. 

“No…I didn’t see him there but…I was high so maybe” Jin grinned, he could feel your heart racing, the trepidation in your eyes making him want to flip you over and fuck you until you were screaming for him to stop. 

“Can you describe to me the last interaction you had with him?” He unbuttoned your pants and you watched him, mind numb and unable to process anything. You felt his hand slide beneath the waistline, fingers greedily searching as you spread your legs. His fingers found your clit, gliding across in small, painfully light circles. He was giving you nothing, but you had already surrendered to his touch.

“H..he was upset…” Heat pooled between your legs as you clenched your thighs, desperately trying to feel Jin’s fingers. You swallowed, basking in the sensation just briefly as you eyes fluttered shut. “He thought I had been with someone. But no–no way. I know how it sounds but it wasn’t Yoongi. There’s no way he would have known that I slept with Taehyung” 

“Oh. You slept with Taehyung? My goodness.” Jin shoved a finger into your cunt causing you to buckle forward, hands landing on his thighs. He chuckled at the breathless curses spilling from your chapped lips as he curled his finger inside of you. 

“Is he that possessive though? Do you think Yoongi would go to such lengths just because of jealousy? I mean, that seems pretty extreme.” Jin paused, pulling his finger out, ignoring your frustrated groan. He wiped his fingers against your cheek as if you were a rag. “Well I suppose this is the guy who branded you, locked you up in his apartment. And clearly he has a temper.”

“I’m a bit curious” You strained your neck to turn away as Jin’s tongue lapped at your cheeks, sloppily taking up the arousal spread across your face. “The night you were kidnapped, did you fuck Namjoon?”

You inhaled sharply, nodding. Jin finished licking up your cheeks before pressing his lips onto yours again. You could feel his grin on your lips as his hands cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to him so he could deepen the kiss.

You gasped as he parted, giving you a proud look that made you tempted to strangle him then and there, law be damned. “Before Jimin’s accident, didn’t you sleep with him too?” 

“Yes, how do you kno–” Jin placed a finger over your lips, making you scowl.

“Is it possible that Yoongi orchestrated all of this to punish and scare off your lovers? And that Yoongi could have found out about you sleeping with Taehyung and killed him?”

You went quiet, Jin’s grin widening as the light vanished from your eyes. His words sunk in as you began to recount all the events that had been happening over the past few weeks. 

“Yes but..no…no he” You sounded as though you were trying to convince yourself more than Jin. Tears streamed down your face “But Jungkook said…you…”

Jin pat your cheeks playfully, “Ah, right. The drug dealer who was high on heroin and claims I stabbed him.” He flicked your forehead, “Use that pretty head of yours hm? I was with you that night, wasn’t I? Driving you home. Your entire basis for thinking I’m a bad person is on the words of a seasoned liar”

“Jungkook wouldn’t…he…” 

“God Y/n!” Jin snapped, slamming his fist onto the table “Why do you keep defending Jungkook of all people? We’ve been over this, he’s lied to you so many fucking times. He lied about it being me who threatened him to have him move out. I didn’t even know you then. He lied to you about drugging Namjoon, and honestly who knows what else he’s lied about. He’s a greedy whore. Nothing more.”

You clenched your eyes shut, hoping that you could somehow awaken from the nightmare that the past two days had been and instead return to the hotel room with Yoongi, kissing him. The only thoughts on your mind being his consuming adoration for you, the fire that took over you whenever you touched him, and the exciting prospect of what a life with him would entail. Making love and music every night for the rest of eternity. 

“Can’t you see that they’re paying Jungkook to lie to you? You know for a fact that Yoongi is a gangster. You know for a fact that Hobi works for him. They’ve gone to great lengths to manipulate you against me. The only person who actually can keep you safe from Yoongi” His brown eyes were focused on you, all the flirting and teasing vanished, leaving nothing but a man of the law doing his duty. 

You nodded, words unable to form in your mouth that was instead filled with an overwhelming bitterness. Jin faced the mirror and gave a satisfied smile.

“That’s all my questions. I think we know who our killer is”

Jin glanced back at the mirror and gave a slight nod, to which the door opened, allowing an officer to drag in a defeated looking Yoongi in handcuffs, plopping him down into the chair across from you. His face was sullen, eyes red and tired, from drugs or tears, you weren’t quite sure. He wore a white hoodie, now stained with streaks of what you prayed was dirt and not blood. 

You internally pleaded for him to look you in the eyes, but he didn’t. His eyes remained steady on the ground, not reacting as Jin walked over to him, lightly smacking his head. “Enjoy the show Mr. Min Yoongi?”

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death valley (m) | finale (light version)

summary: a summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: namjoon x reader, taehyung x reader, yoongi x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9k

warnings: reader discretion advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes. choking, rough sex, spanking, slight bondage, so much edging, tittie fuck, oral sex, body worship, dirty talk, degradation, attempted somno, coercion, obsessive & possessive behavior, manipulation, fighting, guns, shootings, a sexy motorcycle chase, nudity, smoking, drugs, alc use, a game of strip poker, praise, crying, feelings of fear, character death, police arrest, mention of past noncon activity (not described), dom!yoongi, dom!taehyung, switch!namjoon, dom!namjoon *finally*

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Above the soft crinkling of the fire, all that was heard in the silent summer evening were the echoes of your soft moans. Two bottles of liquor spilt across the fine hardwood floors. One man on his knees before your spread legs.

From the dim glow you watched, lips parted as he snorted another line of coke off of your trembling body. Shivers ran through your spine with the wet glide of his tongue against your inner thigh.

Your fingers weaved through his freshly cut hair, gripping the strands tightly as you pulled his face forward, bucking your hips as his nose brushed against your clit.

"Namjoon...fuck" You arched your back as his large hands yanked your thighs further apart. The soft vibrations felt deep in your core as he giggled, tasting your wetness over your thong, letting his teeth tug at the delicate cloth.

You rocked back, allowing him to drag your panties down your bare legs, slurping them up into his mouth. A few drinks down, the warmth of his whiskey was starting to show on his blushed cheeks. He spit the garment into his hand, pressing it up against his nose and inhaling deeply.

"Call" He began to pop off the buttons of his shirt, letting it slide off his shoulders. The two of you were sitting on the floor by the fireplace in what was the most luxurious villa Namjoon had ever seen in his life. Yoongi's true estate, where the two of you waited for his arrival.

As the night dawned upon you, you had decided to raid Yoongi's fine assortment of high class liquors, taking a bottle each. Out came the cards, off came your clothes— a friendly game of strip poker commenced.

You smirked, unclasping your bra from under your shirt and throwing it at him, giggling as the cups fell over his eyes. “Very funny” Namjoon set the garment aside, his fingers tracing over the soft red lace a moment too long.

An Ace and a King, his eyes flickered from his cards to you. You winked at him, allowing your foot to caress up and down his thigh, rolling his bulge under the arch of you foot.

“All in” The warmth of golden flames illuminated the ridges on his toned chest. His eyes were steady on yours as he unbuckled his pants, revealing his long legs, amongst other things.

“Silly boy. I'm gonna win” You sighed, tugging at his pout, nail digging into his plump lip. Your thumb slipped into his mouth and you smiled as he sucked on it, blinking at you with feigned innocence.

“Let’s see your cards” He reached behind you, coming dangerously close to your chest as he flipped over your hand to reveal two Aces. “Goddamnit” He groaned.

He downed the rest of his drink before roughly sliding his pants back on, pocketing your panties before you noticed. “You hungry? You better fuel up, when Yoongi gets here he's probably gonna fuck you into oblivion”

Pulling you into his lap, he lifted you princess style, fawning at your drunken giggles as he laid you down on the kitchen counter. Reaching into the pantry, you scanned the vast assortment of snacks available to you, until your eyes landed on the perfect thing.

You twirled a can of whipped cream in your hands, the edges of your lips dripping with the sugary substance. Dollops of cream sliding down onto your chest.

"You have got to be kidding me" Rolling his eyes, Namjoon grabbed a hand towel as he slotted himself between your thighs. You watched as he dabbed away at your chest.

He inhaled sharply as his eyes moved to your creamed out lips. You let your tongue glide over them, curling as if you were beckoning him forward. Namjoon hadn't even realized he was leaning in, face barely inches from yours, so close he could almost taste the sticky sweetness on your skin.

"Careful. He might have cameras" You hissed, letting your knee brush against his bulging cock. He rolled his hips against you, hands gripping your waist as if you were his lifeline. His brows furrowed, lips parted in conflict. He wanted to kiss you, god he wanted to kiss you.

"You're gonna be the death of me aren't you?" Namjoon sighed, wiping your mouth with the towel. Suddenly you heard a loud growl of an engine. You and Namjoon exchanged a look, both arriving at the same conclusion—

Yoongi had arrived.

"Take him to the basement, and don't make a fucking sound" You heard Yoongi's angry tone echo through the large house. Gulping, you slid off of the counter, motioning for Namjoon to go somewhere else.

Straining your neck, you attempted to see what was happening at the front of the house. A man, who you concluded to be Hobi was carrying a body thrown over his shoulder, descending into what you assumed was the basement.

“You did well Hoseok. Always so loyal…it really is a shame” Yoongi reached into his back pocket.

Boom. One bullet. Then another. And another.

Hobi's body dropped to the ground. Yoongi kicked his face aside so he could look into the dying man’s eyes. He spat down at him bitterly, shooting the gun a few more times until he was covered in blood.

Once he was satisfied with the number of holes in Hobi’s body, he tossed the gun aside.

-

The master bedroom was unlike anything you had ever seen. There was a magnificent view of the ocean, the bed was circular. It was very elegant—very Yoongi. He had quite literally bought a palace. And here you were, his little princess, trapped amongst his vices.

Yoongi had yet to come upstairs, and with a sinking feeling you realized what he was likely doing. You eyed the hot tub, a bit of relaxation appealing to you greatly.

It wasn’t like you didn’t know what you had signed up for. Everyone warned you, hell— even Yoongi warned you. Pushing your thoughts aside, you stripped down to your bones, letting your foot glide against the scorching water.

You watched the way the smoke danced over the delicate ripples as you slowly eased your way in. The initial burn sinking into your muscles, giving you an overwhelming wave of relief.

Leaning back, you allowed yourself to think back to earlier that morning at the motel, when you saw the supposedly dead man grinning at you wickedly, heeding to his empty promises of a new plan. A way out of this mess.

Call me when you realize you're more than a trophy He had laughed, handing you a burner phone I know how to get rid of him. But I'll need your help.

He had seemed confident that you would call him, agree to play his little game. At the time, you remember thinking he was ridiculous. You would never turn on your precious Yoongi.

Especially not for Kim Taehyung.

“So fucking beautiful” A smirk tugged at your lips as you heard Yoongi’s breathless voice. Like silk you emerged, water sculpting over your naked figure, relishing the sensation with every inch of your skin. You turned, allowing him to silently ravish you with dark eyes.

“Who, me or the view?” You teased, lazily sliding on your shawl, a lace ridden, black silk that made you look like sin itself. Walking over to him slowly, you teased your fingers over his chest. For a moment you took comfort in the steady beat of his heart. Gripping the fabric, you pulled him towards you.

“They’re one in the same to me.” Yoongi looked at you with amusement, thumb sliding against your damp jaw. His hands—the same hands that had shot Hobi just minutes before now trailed down to your shoulders, caressing the tense skin in an effort to comfort you. “Did you miss me princess?”

“So much” A moan left your lips, tilting your head to the side in pleasure. His touch was firm. Thumb pushing in deep at your nape, the largest source of your stress concentrated in the prominent scar on your body. Yoongi’s pride, and your pain.

He pushed his thumbs up your neck, pressing back so he could trace his lips down your sensitive neck. He latched onto you. His lips traveled over your shoulders to the top of your chest, kisses becoming increasingly intentional.

With a simple flick of his wrist, your shawl was rendered useless, a pile on the floor. He paused. His daring brown eyes stared deep into yours, hardly blinking as though he would regret missing a second of not seeing you. His lips, almost grazing against yours, let out a soft, yearning sigh.

His hands trailed down your body. You felt his bulge pressing against your thigh “I missed you too.” The breathless whisper of his words had your body heating fast. He took a dip into heaven as his mouth pressed against yours, tongues winding together as he deepened the kiss. You kissed him with spinning desire, almost desperate to suppress the pain that ached in your heat.

The starry sky reflected through his dark, intense stare as he watched you slide down, trailing your kisses lower until you could fiddle with his belt. Pulling it off rapidly, you tugged down his pants, immediately diving in, wanting to give him everything.

He was starved of you, grabbing a hand full of your hair to tilt your neck up just to shove his cock balls-deep into your throat, letting you gag all over him. The noises you made were obscene, the pleasure—unreal.

He clicked his tongue, wiping the drool from the edge of your lips as he continued thrusting down your throat. He fucked you like a ragdoll, took you like mindless whore.

“That's it...come on love, you can take it” He growled, pulling your head so he could get further down into you. You squirmed relentlessly, desperate for air.

Yoongi released you, allowing you to catch your breath. You panted, head dizzy and heart racing.

Pulling you back up, he shoved your chest into the rugged cobblestone wall, rutting his cock against the slickness of your sensitive folds. Your pussy welcomed him in, tightening down on his veiny length.

You felt like screaming. One second you had been utterly convinced, that despite everything— Yoongi was the man of your dreams. Part of you wish you hadn’t seen what you had, loving Yoongi felt so right. But it was wrong. Everything about him was wrong.

"God I could never get tired of fucking you. My sweet sweet princess, take me so fucking well...look at you” Your eyes were glued shut, tears rolling down your cheeks as frustration boiled within you. You were miserable. Anytime you felt like you were so close to a win, your fantasy came shattering down. You were tired—exhausted from being a puppet. Of playing by everyone else's rules.

“I’m gonna cum princess…So perfect…this fucking cunt was made for me” Yoongi groaned, gripping your throat as he railed you into the wall, face buried in your chest. “Gonna fuck you like this…just like this…fuck you’re mine now…bet Jimin could never give it to you as good as me hm? You like it princess? You like my big cock deep in your sweet little cunt?”

Coming back to reality you blinked at him, your arousal far gone but Yoongi was on the edge of nirvana.

“Yes sir. Want it so bad. Want your big cock” You whined out half heartedly, holding your breath as you felt Yoongi’s length twitching inside you as he came, a large load of his seed spilling out from inside of you.

He took a moment to catch his breath, cradling your limp body against him. He kissed your forehead, hugging you tight before lifting you into his arms and carrying you inside.

-

Yoongi combed his fingers through your hair, enjoying the sunrise as you slept soundly on his chest. You stirred slightly. He swore you looked the cutest when you were like this, unconscious, asleep, unaware of the world around you.

He kissed your head, a squeeze in his heart as he was reminded of the victory in his hands—he finally had you. You wanted him, and you would soon be his wife. Everything was finally falling into place. There was just one thing left to do.

He reached onto the bedside table, pressing an intercom button “Get me Namjoon”

He glanced at you one final time, your lips parted, drooling slightly as you slept. A rush came over him. You looked so soft— so fuckable. Carefully he pushed you onto your back, being sure not to wake you.

Grabbing handfulls of your breasts, he groaned into your stomach, kissing you everywhere he could. Crawling up your body, he grabbed his heavy cock, stroking it slowly as he admired your shut eyes.

He gently smacked his length against your lips, smirking as you began to hum in discomfort. Pushing your breasts together, he then nudged his cock through the tight opening, so warm and tight.

A small buzz resonated through the room as Namjoon entered. Yoongi sighed. He would have to finish up later.

Namjoon made a face, seeing the way Yoongi hovered over you while you were clearly asleep.

“Yoongi what the hell, get off of her” Namjoon clenched his fist. The gangster laughed, sliding out of the bed. He pulled on a pair of sweats before approaching Namjoon and slapping him hard across the cheek.

“Know your place. I control your future, don’t fucking forget that” Yoongi glanced back at you, blanket barely covering your body any longer “Isn’t she just a gem” He licked his lips. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Make sure she doesn’t go into the basement”

Namjoon nodded, suppressing a scowl. He waited for Yoongi to leave before taking a seat at the foot of the bed. Gently, he tapped your shoulder, hoping to wake you up.

“No” You mumbled, burying your face into the pillow. Namjoon cooed internally, smiling at you frustration “Five more minutes” Playfully he laid down next to you, maintaining space as he continued to poke your shoulder. You groaned. “I’m so hungover” You whined, “Everything hurts”

Finally opening your eyes, your heart pulsed as you woke up to Namjoon's adoring gaze. You noticed a red patch on his cheek, lifting your palm to stroke the tender skin. "Did he hit you?"

He shook his head, faking a smile “No! Of course not. Yoongi is going to be out for a few hours. If you want I can make you some breakfast?”

“Okay. I’ll come down in a bit, thanks”

Grabbing a shirt from Yoongi’s closet, you headed out onto the balcony. The view was magnificent. On one side was the ocean, lined with rocky shoreline that blended into majestic greenery. Mountains every which way. You certainly wouldn’t mind being trapped here for your entire life. Pulling out the burner that Taehyung had given you, you dialed him, humming impatiently as the call rang.

“I’m right here baby” You shut the phone rapidly, turning to see Taehyung perched up on the railing, one foot dangling while the other twirled his revolver around his pinky finger. No longer in suit and tie, Taehyung had returned to his leather jacket, hair swept back allowing for a clear view of his angelic face.

He winked at you, hopping onto the balcony. He tossed you a pack of cigarettes and waited as you brought one to your lips before he lit it with his lighter. Once you had taken a puff he smiled, leaning back.

“Didn’t take long huh? I’m honestly surprised. I thought I knew you pretty well. The possessive stalker type doesn’t really suit you”

You rolled your eyes “I don’t think there’s anything that bad about him stalking me. He didn’t hurt anyone. Jin did”

Taehyung burst out laughing “Oh my god. You just saw him murder one of his men in his own home. I told you already Y/n, nothing that’s happened to you has been a coincidence. Why the fuck you think you’ve never had a long term relationship till now huh? Where did all the one night stands go? Never calling you back.” He scoffed “You should take a tour of that basement of his. You will be quite shocked at what you find”

“But he loves me” You inhaled the burning ash of the cigarette “He really does. I get that he’s unconventional but…am I really that different with what I did to Jimin?”

Taehyung gave you an incredulous look, “Yeah. It’s different because you actually didn’t hurt anyone. It’s different because you didn’t go to the extent of renting every apartment in the city so that he could have you near him. It really fucking different”

“I gave my life to Jimin though. I followed him from show to show. I came to work here just because I heard he would be coming…I'm just like Yoongi that way...I’m just as bad” You sighed, tapping the cigarette against the railing and watching as the ashes floated into the calm wind. “I guess this is karma”

Taehyung took your cigarette and tossed it over the rail. “Y/n look at me” He grabbed your shoulders, shaking you slightly “You did not deserve any of this. Okay. When it’s all said and done, if you don’t want to be with Jimin then you don’t have to.”

“He’ll just blackmail me again”

Taehyung’s jaw clenched “If he does that you just tell me, I’ll take care of it. Y/n, I owe you an apology. I used you. Over and over again for my own selfish needs and I—“ You pressed your lips against him, arms sliding around his neck to pull your bodies as close together as you could. Taehyung stumbled back, but caught your hips before kissing you back with equal force.

You had forgotten how sweet Taehyung tasted, his minty breath almost addictive as you pushed your tongue against his, not wanting to break away. His hands wandered over your body, grabbing at each others clothes and tugging them off, without leaving your lips for too long. His eyes were half lidded, caught up in the frantic desire that you shared.

You pulled him into the room, pushing him onto the bed, fully undressed.

“Please sit on my face” The gangster looked at you with blasted eyes, pleading to have a taste of your sweet juices. You smirked, crawling up his body until he had you where he wanted, hands gripping your ass tightly as you spread your thighs open wide.

You grasped the silk sheets beneath your hands, biting down your lip as Taehyung began to kiss your throbbing clit, his actions slow—sensual. Like he wanted you to really feel each and every move he made.

You bucked your hips down as he nibbled on you playfully, tasting you getting wetter by the second. He smacked your ass— making you let out a sharp yelp as your pussy clenched around nothing.

“How do you taste so fucking good” He let the tip of his tongue flicker at your clit, eager to tease you but his own cravings were becoming too much to bear. "So fucking wet..."

"It makes me so mad" He pushed his tongue inside you, lapping up your juices as you trembled above him. "...when Yoongi has you on his knees for him, using you like a toy. That really what you want baby? You wanna be tied up and used?" He pulled your hips, suffocating himself in between your legs "It fucking pisses me off...you deserve to be worshipped"

"This body deserves to be worshipped. You're a goddess" He pulled you down, kicking off his jeans so that you hovered above his cock. Softly he cupped your jaw, allowing you to lower yourself flat against him, lips melting into his.

His fingers gripped your ass firmly, pushing your hips against his. "Yoongi won't worship you...you know that right? He only worships himself."

"He does..." You groaned as Taehyung entered you slowly, his big cock filling you to the brim, stretching your walls as burning desire seeped through you.

"No he doesn't" Taehyung eased you up off of his length, watching the way your sticky arousal dripped all over him before pulling you back down. "You know he doesn't, or you wouldn't have called me. You wouldn't be letting me fuck your pretty little cunt either"

You were at a loss for words, instead you reveled in the sound of skin slapping as Taehyung bounced you at an agonizingly slow pace, up and down his long cock. He swallowed your sighs, his long fingers caressing your ass, pushing you down, deeper and deeper.

"There's a small disc. That’s where he keeps everything, his assets, his money, all the account information." His lips hurriedly moved to your neck, nibbling your ear as you gasped. "Find it. Jimin's gonna have Yoongi arrested. Everyone thinks I'm dead. Only you and Jimin know I'm alive. I'll take over Death Valley without anyone even realizing it"

You rolled your hips, wanting to feel every inch of him as his hands found your breasts. He pinched your nipples between his fingers, rolling them as he watched you moan out curses.

"You and Jimin can leave the gang safely. I'll make sure no harm comes to either of you. Name your price...just do this for me and it'll all be over"

You chuckled, kissing him roughly "Is that what you think I want? To run off into the sunset with Jimin?"

"Yeah" He rolled you over onto your back, hovering over you as he continued to nibble at your lips "I know that's what you want" You kicked your legs around his waist as he began to grind into you, thrusts becoming quicker. "I know everything about you baby, or did you forget?"

"And what about Namjoon? What will you do to him? Promise me he'll be safe too. If you do, I'll do what you say."

Taehyung kissed you firmly "I'll take good care of your little puppy, don't worry" He pulled your legs over his shoulders, fucking into you sloppily. With every sharp thrust you cried out for him, arching you back as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your high. "He can continue fighting for me"

"No. Let him go." Taehyung licked his finger, trailing down your chest before pinching your clit. "Get him--ohhh fuck" Your pussy clenched down as he began to rub his thumb against the tingling nerves "Get him a record deal."

"Anything you want baby. Anything you want"

-

You carefully crept down the basement stairs, making sure Namjoon was nowhere to be seen. There was a lock on the door. You groaned in frustration, battering your brain to try to think of what Yoongi could have kept as a passcode.

You tried your birthday. Nope. You tried Jimin's birthday. Definitely not.

You sighed. Think. Think. Think like Yoongi. Then it hit you, the day you met him. It was the same day Jimin gave you his jacket, you had that date memorized in your soul. Rapidly you punched in the code and the lock clicked open.

Pushing through the door, your breath escaped you. Along the walls there were monitors everywhere, showing various streams of security footage. So this is what Taehyung was talking about. Piles of boxes were stacked in the corner. As you ventured further, your heart stopped as you saw a body lying in the middle of the concrete floor.

It was Jimin, barely conscious with blood all over his forehead, making you shudder at the thought of where the bruises must have come from.

"Shit. Shit." You shook Jimin's shoulders, cupping his cheek in an effort to wake him up. "Jimin...fuck. Stay with me”

He coughed out, blood mixed with his saliva. He couldn't say a word, all he could feel was pain. You buried your face into his chest.

"I hate you" You mumbled, sobbing into his blood stained shirt "I hate you so much, fuck, please be okay”

“Y/n…” Your heart ached at how weak Jimin’s voice sounded. It was easy for you to say Jimin meant nothing to you, but you couldn't deny the way your heart trembled in his presence.

He was a disease, and you weren't sure you wanted to be healed. He plagued your mind and you wanted him to. He pushed your buttons, pissed you off, had you fuming but he adored you. And you adored him more.

Perhaps Taehyung was right. Perhaps he really was what you wanted all along. “I’m gonna get you out okay just hang in there” You pat his face, trying to keep his eyes open “Jimin. Don’t you fucking die on me”

A serene smile spread across his lips. You had an urge to kiss him all of a sudden but the sound of the basement door unlocking caused you to jump up with a start. Shit. You turned to the monitors, finding a box to hide behind.

You held your breath, eyes clenched shut as you heard the sound of Yoongi’s voice.

-

Pain pounded through Jimin’s head as he slowly let his eyes flutter open. He was sprawled on the floor, unable to recognize exactly where he was, but his blurry vision managed to focus in on Yoongi who stood, towering over him with a cruel smile. There was another man with him, but Jimin couldn't tell who it was.

“Look he’s finally awake!” Yoongi chuckled, crouching down as he kicked Jimin in the chest lightly “Morning brat. You really thought any of my men would betray me for you?”

Jimin recalled seeing your face. He wasn't sure if he had been dreaming, but he needed to know “Y/n...is she okay?”

“Oh give up Jimin." Yoongi cackled, pacing around the injured rockstar "You lost. She doesn’t want you. She wants me. Even though she had the chance to be with her idol, live out her every dream and fantasy, even she realized how rotten you were and picked me. Because it’s always been me you fucktard. Anything good in your life exists because of me. You didn’t deserve your success, I did. I wrote your songs. I made your music. I did all the work. You were, and still are, nothing.”

Jimin couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had never thought Yoongi felt so much hatred for him. Yoongi had always cared about him, hadn't he? The person he really was behind the fame and the glory, behind the thick layers of security that sheltered him all his life. Jimin had looked up to Yoongi like a God.

But seeing the menacing look in his eyes now, Jimin accepted the reality he was too naive to realize before. Yoongi was spiteful. But he would be damned if he would let you get caught up in something dangerous just because Yoongi had a point to prove.

When Jimin had found Taehyung, he was initially furious. But other than Yoongi, Taehyung was the only friend he had. He could have killed him, just like he could have killed Yoongi, but he didn't have the heart too. Which is why he insisted that Taehyung take his help, sending Yoongi to jail. He was more than willing to relinquish power. All he needed now was you, nothing else mattered.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe she doesn’t love me. But at least I love her. You…you don’t”

“You don’t know anything about me”

“You raped her.” Jimin cut him off, shaking in fury. Find whatever strength he could, he lunged at Yoongi, shoving him hard against the wall. He pressed his elbow into his neck, watching as Yoongi choked out desperately. "I remember that night Yoongi. I remember what you did"

For so long he had tried to deny it to himself, to come up with some sort of an excuse for what he had seen. Remembering how confidently Yoongi had brushed it off to him at the time, don’t meddle in things you don’t understand. This is just how things are.

He felt sick to the core for weeks after, not just because he recognized you as the fangirl who caught his attention, but more because of how helpless he had been, too much of a coward to stop something so blatantly wrong.

Here Yoongi had handed him a syringe that night take this and just forget what you saw. And he spiraled from there. Into a dark, suffocating place of self-pity. A place where Yoongi had abandoned him long before he realized.

“Is this why you did it huh? To stroke your fucking inferiority complex? You saw I like a girl and you go ahead and drug her? Force yourself on her??” Jimin cringed, heart pounding with anger.

He couldn’t hold back anymore, he punched Yoongi with every ounce of his strength, watching as blood appeared on the side of his face. He pummeled him with hits, wanting Yoongi to suffer for the pain he caused you.

“You’re pathetic. You disgust me”

The bulky man by Yoongi’s side roughly yanked Jimin off of him, tossing him back onto the ground. He kicked him in the gut, sending him across the floor.

“Couldn't you have done that before? Fucking useless I swear” Yoongi nodded, wiping the blood from his face “Tie him up. Then take the back entrance out. Y/n can’t know you’re here”

-

Namjoon strolled through the hallway, thinking to come ask you if you wanted to play cards with him again, or perhaps watch a movie while you waited for Yoongi to come back. He hated that you had to be holled up at home like this, when he knew you’d much rather be out and about.

As he approached the master bedroom, he heard whimpering cries bleed through the walls, and once his brain processed it he began to pound against the locked door. When you didn’t respond, he quickly kicked open the door and there you were— limp on the floor in a puddle of tears. Face buried in your palms.

“What happened?” Without a second thought he dropped to his knees, pulling your head into his chest, embracing you as he tried to absorb away your sorrows.

“N..nothing sorry I just..” You sniffled. Namjoon squeezed your hands. His warmth comforting you just barely. “I just...I'm an idiot”

He shushed you, tilting your face up “Don’t say that. You’re not.” He whispered, pulling you into a soft embrace “Shit.” He was at a loss for words, not knowing how to comfort you in a situation like this.

You looked at the sweet boy in front of you, with no ulterior motive in mind than to simply ensure that your heart was okay. “I need to tell you something”

“Of course, anything.”

You came clean. Professed everything— what you had seen, what you had heard, you unraveled into a mess before his eyes. Namjoon’s jaw clenched when you revealed what Jimin had accused Yoongi of.

He pulled you towards him so that you were seated between his thighs, as he curled over you, chest pressed to your back. He hugged you tightly, wanting to take all your pain into his own body.

“You're strong. So strong. Okay?” Namjoon whispered, nuzzling into your shoulder "I know you really loved Yoongi. I'm...sorry" You covered his arms that were wrapped around your stomach.

"I just..." Your breath was shaky "I feel completely out of control. Like my life was just molded by Yoongi. I'm nothing but a win for him. A self-gratifying prize. Where's my win?"

His breath was hot against your cheek. You could feel his compassionate eyes absorb every word you said "You're gonna win this. Find the disc. I'll keep an eye out for Yoongi. He won't get away with what he's done"

You turned to look at him, there was a touch of innocence in his eyes. "Yeah. He won't"

F L A S H B A C K—

Y/n, I have to step out. I’ll be back soon baby, and I’ll grab you something to wear for tomorrow. Text me if you need anything!

Jimin followed Hobi out into the hallway, expression turning serious right as the door shut behind him. "Well is he alive?"

“Yeah. Barely. They transferred him to the psych ward. He didn’t get burned luckily, but the bullet wound caused internal bleeding. I can take you to go see him if you want”

Jimin gnawed his lip in worry “No. I’ll go alone. You work on what we discussed earlier”

He hated hospitals. The disgusting scent of rubbing alcohol and pudding filled the dreary building as he found Jin’s room.

Upon seeing Jimin, Jin smiled widely “Oh good! Did you bring me any coke?” He attempted to sit up but his forearms were belted down firmly.

Jimin looked around carefully before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small ziplock bag. He emptied its contents onto his palm, making his way to Jin’s bedside and allowing the injured man to inhale it off of him.

Jin let out a satisfied groan as he relished in the high. Jimin wiped his face with a tissue, tossing it into the trash. Seeing Jin had him feeling sick— sick with guilt. He had made him this way, exploited his personality for his own gains. It used to make him feel powerful but now all he felt was regret.

“We got your reports back Mr. Kim” Jimin turned to see a nurse. “You’re going to need to go to rehab. The doctors were able to get you stabilized and remove the bullet, but it was a pretty pricey procedure. Unfortunately, your health insurance is—“

“Charge everything to me. All of it. I want him sent to the best facility in the world.” Jimin interrupted, “I just really need him to be released by tomorrow. It’s extremely urgent. Do whatever you have to, I’ll pay double...triple...whatever it takes. Fix him.” He handed the nurse his card.

The nurse gave him a suspicious look but nodded nevertheless “Okay sir, we’ll see what we can do”

“Thank you” Jimin turned back to Jin.

“You don’t need to do that man, I just need more drugs—“

“No. You need help. You have for a long time. I should have sent you to rehab years ago, but my selfish ass needed someone in the police force.” He sighed “The plan is still on Jin. Arrest Yoongi for Taehyung’s murder. You get a big win, close the case, shut down Death Valley, and we get to all walk away clean. All of us”

-

Yoongi returned, drunk out of his mind. Not having Taehyung or Hobi around to take care of business made it exhausting for him. Not to mention, it was only a matter of time before the label would have to release some sort of statement explaining all of Jimin’s cancelled performances.

Stumbling into his office, he landed with a thud onto his leather chair. Aimlessly he twirled around, gliding his fingers over the edge of his desk. Turning the chair around, he pulled out a small drawer, in which there was a simple wooden box.

When he opened the lid, his blood ran cold. It was empty.

Quickly he ran to the basement, ignoring Jimin’s tied up body to check his monitors. Going to his office footage his fists trembled in fury as he saw you, slipping the disc into your pocket.

Grabbing his gun, he ran back upstairs, breaking out onto the patio just in time to see Namjoon on a motorcycle— one he bought with his money no doubt, and you, hopping on behind him. As fast as he could Yoongi jumped into his car and began to chase after you.

The alcohol had him drifting. One hand on the wheel, he pressed on the gas, attempting to catch up but Namjoon was agile. He followed you onto the highway, elbow on the windowsill, shooting towards you two. Bullets ricocheting as he got closer and closer.

“Y/n, get on my lap!” Namjoon yelled over the roaring sounds of the engine “Get on my lap and shoot his tires, my gun is in my pocket."

Letting one handle go, Namjoon steadied your waist, allowing you to swing over onto his lap, chest pressed firmly against his. He watched the road over the crook of your neck while you reached for his gun, hugging him for stability as you shot at Yoongi’s tires.

“I can’t fucking aim” You screamed in frustration. You could feel Namjoon’s chest vibrate as he chuckled softly. For a moment he turned his face to see you, brows furrowed as you tried to shoot at Yoongi.

God if he didn’t know he loved you before, he definitely knew now.

“Just keep a firm grip, aim a little higher than where you want the bullet to go” Namjoon returned his eyes to the road. A loud screech was heard as one of Yoongi’s bullets pierced through the engine. Namjoon quickly grabbed you, jumping off the bike as it burst into flames.

Yoongi halted the car, seeing you and Namjoon roll onto the side of the highway. Stepping out he had his gun aimed for Namjoon. “Y/n give me the disc or he dies”

You glanced at him worridly but he shook his head “Don’t Y/n…” Yoongi pulled the trigger, the bullet just missing Namjoon’s face as you quickly pulled him aside.

A wave of relief swept over you as you heard sirens blaring in the distance. “Drop the weapon, hands where I can see them” Your eyes widened as you recognized the voice. Straining to sit up, you are shocked to see Jin, gun aimed at Yoongi in one hand and a pair of handcuffs in the other “Min Yoongi you are under arrest for the murder of Kim Taehyung. You have the right to remain silent” Yoongi dropped the gun as Jin went behind him, locking his wrists up in cuffs.

Namjoon helped you stand up and you hugged him tightly. After tossing Yoongi into the car Jin came back out.

“I’m so sorry” He looked at you dead in the eye “You’re safe now” He smiled at you. Tears welled in your eyes as you ran up to him and jumped into his arms.

“You’re alive” You exhaled, squeezing the broad man who hugged you back. He nodded, wiping your tears.

“I am…” He glanced at Namjoon, giving him an appreciative nod before heading back into the car.

-

The two of you drove Yoongi’s car back to the villa. You had called Taehyung, informing him that you had the disc and he could come get it from you. You sat in Yoongi’s leather office chair, kicking your legs onto his desk.

“Damn. You’ve practically become one of us” Taehyung chuckled, leaning against the doorway “Where’s the disc?”

You raised your arm, the disc twirling between your two fingers. Taehyung began to walk towards you, leaning over the desk to grab it before you snapped it in half.

His expression hardened “What the fuck Y/n?”

“I have another copy” You mused, “But only I know where it is” You sighed teasingly, placing both hands on the desk “I guess the only way you can access any of that information is through me”

Taehyung scoffed, blinking at you as if he was waiting for you to tell him you were joking. When he realized you weren’t, he burst out laughing.

“Death Valley is mine” You stated “You can run things, do as you please, but you answer to me. If you don’t cooperate, well, I guess you just won’t get Death Valley”

“I could just kill you, you know”

You chuckled “No. You won’t…You don’t have the balls to get your hands dirty”

“And you do?” Taehyung raised his eyebrows.

“Well…I know someone who does. Taehyung, meet my right hand” You motioned towards the end of the room where Jungkook stood, biting back a laugh.

Taehyung scowled “The fuck is this huh? You're playing in the big leagues now?”

Jungkook shrugged, sitting down on one of the couches “Don’t ask me…she’s the boss”

-

Jimin woke up with a start, his body not recognizing the softness beneath him as opposed to the cold concrete floors of Yoongi’s basement. He peered around, vision blurry until it landed on you, sitting at the foot of the bed, and Namjoon waiting patiently at the door. You stroked his cheek affectionately.

“Hey babe” You smiled, leaning in to give him a light kiss “How are you feeling?”

“What happened? Did it work? Is Yoongi in jail?” You nodded your head. Jimin sighed with relief, reaching for your hands so that he could kiss them. “Thank God. Is Taehyung okay?”

“Yup. Everything’s fine. You’re safe now. You don’t have to be caught up in any of this anymore” You glanced back at Namjoon “You’re free to do as you please”

Jimin sighed, placing your hands on his chest as he let his eyes flutter shut. Your gaze remained steady on Namjoon.

“I love you” Jimin mumbled “So much. And I’m so so sorry. I know I’ve been…horrible to you. And all of this…everything that happened to you is my fault. I swear to you Y/n, I’m done with the gang forever. Done with drugs. Unless…you want to do them…like I’d be down but”

You wanted to laugh, but the way Namjoon was looking at you had your words caught in your throat.

“Come on tour with me. Let’s run away and build a life together. You, me and music. I wanna be the man of your dreams... you already are the woman of mine..please. You know I'd do anything for you” Your breath escaped you. Namjoon rolled his tongue against his cheek in irritation. Swallowing thickly, you tightened your grip on Jimin’s hands.

“Get some rest Jimin…we can talk when you’re better” He hummed in agreement, and you knelt down to kiss him fondly. His hands slid up your back, pulling you into him as you cupped his jaw, pouring adoration through the touch of your lips.

Parting away, Jimin smiled wide before dozing off. You admired him for a moment, he really was the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on. It was the rough slam of the door behind you that caused you to realize that Namjoon had walked out.

“Joon” You went after him, finding him in your bedroom, with the biggest, most childish pout you’d ever seen.

“What was that?” He snapped “You're free to do as you please? You’re such a…” He stomped his foot in frustration.

“A what?” You grinned, walking up to him, enjoying the way he backed away from you until he tripped, falling back to sit on the mattress. You tilted his chin up. “Say it” You hissed.

Namjoon gulped, watching as you hiked up the skirt of your dress, revealing a tight lace garter with a gun hooked against it. Pulling out the weapon you traced it against his parted lips before shoving the barrel into his mouth.

“What?” You coo’d, pushing him onto his back as you crawled over his body “Loss for words?” You shoved the gun in deeper causing Namjoon to gag, hands coming up to cover yours around it.

You tossed the gun aside, spitting down into Namjoon’s trembling lips. Taking his hands in yours you pushed them above his head. “Don’t move” You ordered, as you climbed off of him, rummaging in the drawers until you found the collar Yoongi had given you. Using the leather restraint, you tied his wrists together.

Seating yourself on his lower abs, you peeled off your panties, tossing them aside as Namjoon watched with wide eyes. Licking your fingers you plunged them into your cunt, making sure to give Namjoon a front row view.

“Y/n…” He whined “I can’t do this” He kicked his feet impatiently. You slapped his thigh, making him yelp softly.

“You wanna taste?” You empathized. He nodded rapidly, sticking his tongue out as you removed your finger, drawing it closer and closer to his tongue…only to bring it back, circling your clit slowly.

“I hate you” He groaned, tilting his head back in defeat as you worked yourself off.

“You hate me?” You reasoned, voice sultry, tempting. Watching his face, you rapidly let your finger press down on the nerves until your hips twitched, causing you to brush barely against Namjoon’s desperate bulge. He cried out in irritation, tugging at his wrists. “If you don’t tell me what you want how would I know?”

“You do know” Namjoon growled. He panted furiously, kicking and squirming, “You know and you’ve just been edging me for weeks. And I fucking can’t take it anymore. If you don’t want me just say so but stop torturing me”

You pursed your lips, halting your moments so that you could pull Namjoon’s pants down, seeing his rock hard length pop out. Sliding off of him, you pulled him to the edge of the bed, dropping to your knees.

“Look at you baby tsk tsk” His tip was flushed red, glossy with precum and so eager for your touch that you almost found it adorable. “Tell me what you want”

“Touch me” Namjoon pleaded, not caring that Jimin was only down the hall, “Want your mouth”

You licked your lips, allowing them to glide just barely over the base of his throbbing dick. You kissed the sensitive skin while Namjoon continue to whine and whimper.

“You’ve been so good” You carefully licked a stripe up his length, letting your tongue wrap around his tip before letting him go with a pop. “Such a good boy…patient…” Standing up, you wiped your lips as enjoyed the way the man below you was going insane for you. “But if you hate me then…I guess you don’t want this”

Namjoon screamed in desperation, tears budding at the corners of his eyes. “Y/n enough. Enough. I’ve put up with all of it. Okay. You’re fucking driving me crazy”

Climbing back over him, you pressed your lips against his neck, sucking down as he moaned. Sliding down your dress you reveal the sexiest leather lingerie he had ever seen. “Oh my god” He exhaled, mind dizzy with lust.

“You like it baby? Put it on just for you” You winked, rolling your hips so that his cock head barely brushed against your juicy folds. “I bet you wanna touch me don’t you. Wanna get your hands all over me, squeeze my tits…you want that so bad don’t you baby? My good boy”

Namjoon grunted, a tear rolling down his cheek as his cock twitched. You licked the tear off of his face kissing his lips hungrily as you pressed your chest against his.

“Take it off” He gasped “My wrists…let me go please I wanna touch you” You shook your head.

Then something snapped.

You weren’t sure what it was, the clasp on his wrists, or the look in his eyes that went from desperate and fucked out to straight rage.

Because the next thing you knew, Namjoon lifted you up easily, slamming you back down onto your back. You trembled, scared but so turned on at what you were witnessing. You had never seen him like this before.

“I’ve had enough” Namjoon snapped, pushing your legs as far apart as he could, ignoring when you began to wince out at the stretch. He jumped on top of you, using his own thighs to pin you down.

Smack, his hand slapped your pussy hard making you curse out in pain. “Hurts doesn’t it hm?” His fingers pushed up, tilting your head back as he hovered close to your face “You’re mine now”

With that he pushed his cock in with a hard thrust, not giving you a second to adjust before he was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow. He kissed you furiously, groaning into you as his fingers intertwined with yours above your head.

“You’re such a fucking slut.” Namjoon whispered against your chest as he began to kiss his way down to suckle your tits “Letting everyone fuck you how they please. Just a fucking useless whore, that’s what you are” He chuckled, licking your hardened numbs playfully as his hips continued to roll against yours. “Deep down you wanted me too. Wanted my big cock to fill you up, didn’t you huh? Desperate fucking slut.”

You couldn’t respond, too overwhelmed by pleasure as he hit you deep right where you liked it. Namjoon didn’t like this at all, prompting him to give you another tight slap.

“I asked you a fucking question didn’t I? Or are you too much of a dumb whore, dumb for cock…that’s all you fucking think about isn’t it?”

“Namjoon” You gasped, arching your back so he could push even deeper, relishing in the way his length dragged so right against your clenching walls “Oh fuck…right there…right there”

Namjoon scoffed, letting go of your hands so he could tug your hair down “Look at me.” He barked, nose brushing against yours. You met his gaze, goosebumps spreading at the fire in his eyes.

“I love you” He pressed his forehead against you, and you could feel the sweat from his skin as he thrusts began to get sloppy “I love you so fucking much. You’re a filthy little bitch but you’re mine. Do you understand that?”

All you could see was red as your high approached you. Namjoon could hear it in the way you moaned his name desperately, nails scratching down against his back as he pistoned into you over and over.

“Cum for me baby” Namjoon hissed, smacking you one last time “And I wanna hear you scream my name. Loud enough for all of them to hear”

“Namjoon…Namjoon…fuck I’m gonna cum—oh God” You screamed loudly, latching onto him as your body erupted with pleasure, heat soaring through every vein. You creamed down on him, and he watched as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out.

Namjoon grinned, cock twitching at your fucked out face as he rode you through your orgasm. Deep down he was shocked he lasted this long.

“Baby…baby…” You panted, body shaking as you came down from your high “It hurts”

“Take it you fucking whore. I know you can. So fucking tight for me…gonna fill you up so good.” Namjoon’s pace quickened as he felt his own high approaching “Mmmfph fuck…fuck baby I—“ He gasped loudly as his seed flooded your pulsing walls. He fell over you, panting as his cock spurt out more and more.

He didn’t move, opting instead to nuzzle into your neck as you stroked his hair, lightly kissing his forehead.

“Sorry” He mumbled quietly after a while, “I sorta just lost it”

You giggled, pulling his face up to you “Namjoon…”

“Yeah?”

“Get on your fucking knees”

M O N T H S L A T E R—

Yoongi stared at the blank wall of his jail cell, bouncing a ball against it. There were scratched of tick marks, counting the days until his plan would go into action. He had anticipated everything, it was only a matter of time. People were dogs, and he knew just go to bend them to his will.

Fire alarms shot off in the distance. Chaos broke out, a guard unlocked his cell door, yanking him out and slapping on a pair of handcuffs. They pushed him along, following the other inmates he looked around with a sinister smile.

One guard grabbed Yoongi by the hair, dragging him away and tossing him into a car, a black Cadillac.

Yoongi chuckled, louder and louder until he was laughing like a maniac. He was energetic, felt more alive than ever before.

“Thanks for playing along. You should be getting the money in a few hours…I guess what they say about you is true” Yoongi chuckled as the car sped away from the prison, "Street rat”

Glancing into the rearview mirror, he sees a glimpse of an eyebrow piercing and a familiar, glimmering smirk.

Suddenly he felt the cool press of a gun against the back of his head. His heart dropped, as he looked in the side mirror to see.

It was a familiar gun, something he had custom made.

"Relax...it's just me my love"

T H E E N D.

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a/n: WOOOHOOO there it is! thank you all so much for sticking with me for this insane ride. let me know your thoughts & feedback. this was something new and super fun for me to write, and i hope to write more (better) thrillers in the future :)

this ending is up to interpretation. there are different ways you can think about what happens next. id be interested in hearing what you guys think happens tho ;) was the gun loaded? was oc screwing everyone all along? who should she end up with?

eventually ill be releasing a sort of ~epilogue~ based the original ending i had come up with but you're free to interpret reader's future as you would like to! (im so sorry team hobi lmfaooo)

shoutout to switch!namjoon anon <3 you inspired most of this part lmfaooooo. i hope i did it justice :)

also i wanna apologize for how late this was. i psyched myself out super bad. always thinking like...well it could be better...and yeah. it could. but well. here it is lmao. not my best but i tried lol

if you have any requests for scenarios/drabbles in this au, questions for the characters, questions about the plot, drop by my asks. i love your feedback & reactions <3

thank you for reading & have a great day!

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nexus (m) | part 1

pairing: ot7 x reader smut ft: namjoon x reader

genre: smut, thriller, slow burn, casino!au elite!au gang/organized crime!au, childhoodfriends-to-lovers, enemies-to-lovers, strangers-to-lovers

premise: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you practically grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and now engaged to the youngest. but when you’re suddenly being framed for a murder you did not commit, you start to question truth about your life. the truth about the people you swore your loyalty to, and the extent they’ll go to keep it

summary: the youngest Kim heir returns home to get engaged. what was supposed to be a trip of celebrations quickly turns south when he finds his older brother dead

wc: 6k

warnings: explicit smut; reader discretion is advised; rough sex, manipulation, coersion, virginity loss, angst, hurt, comfort, cum facial, brief oral, dumbification, breast play, praise, unprotected sex, lack of after care, coping mechanisms, alcohol, subtle references to gambling, toxic behaviors (namjoon is an ~asshole~), heavy sexual tension, nudity, mention of character death, mentions of chronic disease, family conflict, descriptions of anxiety/panic attacks*please dont read if this triggers you!*, references to drugs, hospitals, police/cops, cursing, seokjin is fucking sexy as fuck holy fuck

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a/n: HI BABES. omg this one BURNS baby. like fuck, if you aren't thirsting for the Kim boys after this one,,,,,just buckle up ;) hope you enjoy <3

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⟶ many years ago ⟵

Tilting his neck, Namjoon let out a heaving sigh. The whiskey glass rolling in his palm as he leaned against the railing. The balcony overlooked the gardens where he had grown up. Taking a sip, he let the bitter liquid roll in his mouth. Remembering days far more peaceful, more innocent. When he would sit upon the stone benches, reading a hefty novel—something his mother would have given him, while you and Jin would play cards in the grass, and Taehyung would watch excitedly.

It always irritated Namjoon. The way baby Taehyung would trail you like a lost lamb, eyes wide and cheeks full, latching onto you whenever he could. Always such a fucking brat, Namjoon thought to himself, he would come running up to him and Jin—ultimately succeeding in dragging Jin into his shenanigans because Jin always had a soft spot for the young boy. Hyung, is Y/n a princess? It made Namjoon want to gouge his eyes out on the spot but Jin had simply smiled, crouching down to ruffle his hair. Yes she is. She’s our princess. And hence, the nickname stuck.

It was pretty accurate. You were royally spoilt as far as he was concerned. For as much resentment as Namjoon had for his older brother, he equally held it for you. You weren’t even family, and yet his own mother doted on you far more than he.

And now she was gone. His whole life all he wanted was to get the respect, the status he deserved. He was smarter than his brothers, more ambitious, more worthy. All he wanted was for her to say it. To see that he deserved to be head of the family. But it was too late.

He could hear you walk in. He knew you were too fucking scared of him to actually announce your presence. He scowled, setting his glass down.

“You’re not allowed in here”

“Don’t be like that” He heard your footsteps nearing, “Not today,” He flinched as your hand landed on his arm, “Let me be there for you today”

“Get out. I don’t need you.” He paused, before bitterly adding “None of us do”

You sighed, expecting his harsh words, “Namjoon, what if I need you?”

Namjoon faced you finally, eyebrows raised at your statement. His heart clenched, seeing the tears spilt down your cheeks. He stiffened, unsure how to proceed. He was certain he didn’t care about you and yet, he was a sucker for your tears. You knew he was.

“Stop” He warned, stepping towards you, “Stop fucking crying” His fists clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms. Blood boiling inside as your tears continued to flow freely. You buried your face into his chest, soft sobs leaving your lips as you broke down.

Namjoon looked at you, arms away from your body as though he was unsure if he should even touch you. If you would break into pieces if he did. You gripped onto his shirt for dear life, soaking through the fabric. Sighing, Namjoon let his hands rest awkwardly on your shoulders.

Truth be told, there were tears in his own eyes. But he didn’t want you to see. Didn’t want anyone to see because, he didn’t cry. He wasn’t weak. Things didn’t matter to him, especially not the death of that God-forsaken mother of his.

Lies. Today, even Namjoon couldn’t bring himself to believe it. His mother was gone. Dead. She had fought a long battle with cancer, but even despite having access to the best doctors and facilities, her fate had been sealed. The death of his mother made a lot of people very happy, and some people sad, but Namjoon was fucking angry. Because his mother dying meant he could no longer prove himself to her. It meant she couldn’t change her will. It mean Jin was getting everything that he deserved.

He wanted Jin to hurt. He wanted to destroy him, he always had but especially now. As you cried in his arms, a small grin tugged at his face. He knew that his brother considered you his world. That his brother would do just about anything for you.

So just imagine what he would do, if Namjoon got to have you like Jin never could. No matter what power Jin held in the family now, Jin could never say that he took your virginity, not if Namjoon did it first. Hurting you—breaking you—would break him.

And fuck if that thought alone didn’t make him hard.

“Look at me” Namjoon forced himself to sound softer. To play at your heart strings. You blinked, looking adorable pressed up against him. He wiped your tears with his thumb, smiling at you. He knew you wanted this. He had heard time and time again the way you’d play with yourself, chanting his name when you thought no one was listening.

He knew he could get you to do anything.

And he did, sliding his lips onto yours, he didn’t offer you a space to question him as he lifted you by the waist, setting you onto the edge of the balcony.

You melted into his touch, he could tell you didn’t have much experience but he didn’t mind. It excited him. The thought that he could tarnish you—ruin you.

He wasn’t about to ask you what you wanted. Taking on the momentum of your confusion he lifted you up, carrying you easily back towards his bed where he laid you down sweetly.

He didn’t want to be so careful, he would have preferred to slam you against a wall, legs around his waist and pump his thick cum deep inside you while choking your neck until you couldn’t breath, but—that wouldn’t work on you. You were soft. You were in love with him.

Whatever the fuck that meant.

Namjoon was smart enough to know what you wanted to hear. You were vulnerable, you were sad, and frankly so was he. So today he would pretend, for your sake—for his own sake.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” Your face lit up, allowing Namjoon to climb over you, carefully unzipping the back of your dress while he nuzzled against your neck. “You’re so fucking pretty, you know that?”

“W-what, Namjoon I—”

“Ssh” Pulling off your dress, Namjoon took a moment to admire your body. He always thought it was funny that his family’s money was used on your things—your clothes, your underwear.

Technically, in a way, he owned you.

He knelt down to meet your lips again. You were evidently getting the hang of it, finally gathering the courage to move your hands and cup his face. He deepened the kiss, tasting the sweet gloss on your lips before pushing his tongue inside to tangle with your own.

Breaking the kiss, you were panting heavily, “Wait, just” You held your hand against his chest, stopping him from diving back in for more. “Slow down…it’s my f-first time”

I know. “Oh,” Namjoon feigned ignorance, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize” He got up, pretending as though he took your words as a rejection because he knew you would—

“Don’t go” Your voice was pleading, eyes wide and quivering. You lay in nothing but your bra and panties, waiting patiently for him to fuck you into oblivion. Good fucking girl.

“Are you sure baby?” Namjoon traced the inside of your thighs, tickling the plush skin and you twitched. “You want this. You do, don’t you?” He kissed the top of your knee, “You love me, right?”

“O-of course” You gasped as Namjoon’s lips trailed up your leg. Each kiss resounding, he took his time, savoring your whimpers. He wanted you to burn for him, to surrender to him completely.

He found your lips once again, hands hovering over your bra when he looked at you, “May I?” Internally, he groaned. He would have torn the damn thing off with his teeth by now.

You nodded, unsure exactly what was happening but you would find out real soon, as Namjoon unclipped your bra, licking his lips as he tossed it aside.

“Can you?” You mumbled, reaching for his collar, “I-I mean, y-your shirt is still on”

Namjoon smirked, straightening himself to unbutton his own shirt. He enjoyed the way your eyes widened, seeing his body up close.

“Undo my belt” He instructed. You nodded rapidly, reaching for the designer piece, fumbling it in your shaking hands. Namjoon’s own, larger ones covering them to guide you until you clicked the belt off, unzipping his trousers so he could kick them off along with his boxers.

“Oh wow” Your voice cracked, watching as his long, thick length popped out. He stroked it a few times, warming himself up. You widened your thighs, your whole body shaking in anticipation.

“You love me,” Namjoon reminded you as he yanked down your panties, “So you’d do anything for me right?”

“Yeah”

“This is gonna hurt” He confessed, fitting his tip at your entrance. “But you’re gonna let me do this, because it’ll make the pain go away, and I need that” His palm brushed against your cheek, “I need you. Like you said.” Steadying your hips, he pushed into you slowly. You hissed at the intrusion, an odd, painful feeling boiling in your core.

“Namjoon—” You reached for him as he growled, you were so fucking tight, he could barely get in. Pushing your thighs out more, you winced in pain but he didn’t care. “Namjoon, ow, wait—”

Shut the fuck up, Namjoon wanted to scream. Instead he took a deep breath, halting his advances and looking at you.

“I love you, Y/n” The lie left his mouth easily, no guilt coming with it. He could see you blush, you tried to suppress the smile on your face but you simply couldn’t. It was everything you ever wanted. What a fucking idiot. “I always have…I’ve just been too scared to admit it…I thought you would reject me”

You laughed weakly, reaching for his arm, “I would never reject you Namjoon,”

“Really?” His eyes perked, taking the opportunity to push in a little deeper. “I wanna fuck you hard, will you let me do that?”

He could see the conflict in your eyes. The part of you wanting to give him everything fighting against the pain in your body screaming for you to stop.

“Yeah”

“Once I start, I might not be able to stop, so you’re sure?”

“I am” You nodded, “Do whatever you need, I’m yours”

Namjoon’s eyes darkened suddenly. A greedy grin growing on his face. Hooking your thighs in his elbows, he tilted you up at an angle before dragging his length out.

And then he slammed into you.

And you screamed.

Which only made him go faster. Blood trickled onto the silk sheets but Namjoon was effectively gone. Your cunt was so fucking sweet, so tight around him, so warm, and fuck he couldn’t stop.

“You’re doing so good” He grumbled, burying his face into your chest as he pounded on, smacking his hips against yours. “Feel so fucking good babygirl”

Your pussy clenched at the praise, and Namjoon could feel it, “Yeah? You’re such a good girl for me aren’t you?” He nipped at your jaw, dropping your legs so he could squeeze at your breasts. Thumb circling around your taught nipples, light circles driving you into a frenzy.

You moaned loudly, making Namjoon pinch at you, his wet lips now sucking into your neck. Cupping underneath your breasts he pushed them together, meeting your gaze briefly before slobbering his mouth and tongue all over them.

“Oh f-fuckk”

Your face was dumbed out in pleasure, lips parted wide as Namjoon fit his mouth over your left breast, hand molesting the other. He sucked down harshly, tongue swirling and flicking all over your skin, the wetness growing between your legs making it easier for him to fuck into you. The soft squelching noise dizzying, making you embarrassed.

“Fuck, these tits” He groaned, switching sides, “Such pretty fucking tits”

“I feel g-good” You arched your back, “Feel so good Joon—”

Namjoon parted from your breasts, a line of saliva dripping from his swollen lips. He grinned, wiping it away before kissing you roughly. Fisting your hair and he fucked deeper and deeper into you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, finally adjusting to his size and pace. It was feverish, animalistic. He sucked at your neck, your jaw, back on your lips, all over your face, he simply couldn’t get enough.

“Such a good girl for me, fuck, babygirl I need to pull out soon” You whined at the prospect of feeling empty, “Can’t have you getting pregnant” He muttered. No way in hell. “M’gonna cum in your mouth okay, you’re gonna open real wide for me, aren’t you?”

You nodded, too fucked out to comprehend anything. Namjoon pulled out, stroking his slick length as he yanked your head up—pushing your lips open with his fingers before shoving his cock deep down your throat.

Gagging, tears fell from your eyes as Namjoon pulled and pushed your mouth over his cock, fucking down your throat until he burst inside—his cum making you choke as he pulled out, drops landing on your lips.

“Swallow it”

You did. Namjoon sighed in relief, wiping the remnants from your lips with the swipe of his thumb, tugging at them playfully before pushing his thumb in your mouth. Like a braindead bitch, you sucked on it.

If only his mother could see you now.

Right away, he began to dress himself again, while you lay back in awe of the events that had just transpired.

“Joon—” You called as you noticed him getting ready to leave. He rolled his eyes, turning to you impatiently. “Wait, a-are you leaving? Aren’t we supposed to like,” Your voice went quiet, “C-cuddle,”

He scoffed meanly, making you tense. “You’re so fucking dumb, Y/n.”

You sat up, grabbing your dress and attempting to cover yourself, “What?”

Namjoon gave you an uninterested look, “Do you really think I meant any of that?”

Your heart dropped. A nasty feeling piled in your throat. You felt like you could puke—you were going to puke.

“Namjoon, no—y-you’re lying, you’re just scared, a-and hurt”

He stood up, making his way to the door, “Maybe you’re right” He smirked one final time, scanning how pathetic you looked in that moment, and then he was gone.

You gasped for air, the weight of his actions—his words finally settling in. Heaving, you rushed to his bathroom, falling to your knees in front of the toilet as you gagged, wanting to rid yourself of him in any way you could. Your arms curled over your body, attempting to gain some comfort. Loud sobs leaving your lips.

Your mind instantly went to Jin. How were you supposed to face him? You could never tell him what happened, couldn’t bear to think how he might react.

If Jin got upset with you—you weren’t sure you could handle it. And if he didn’t, he would fight with Namjoon. You couldn’t be the reason this family falls apart. For the first time in your life, you had to keep a secret from Jin.

It was moments like this where you’d miss Taehyung. The little boy who thought you were a princess. Whoever he might be now, wherever. He had always brought you comfort. Pure, innocent comfort. How could he have missed his mother’s funeral? Anger surged within you.

Getting dressed carefully, you left Namjoon’s room—wanting to go sink into your own bathtub and wash the memories away. You had no idea where he went, you no longer cared. Arriving in your bedroom, you grabbed your cellphone from your dresser.

“What is it princess?” Jin’s voice was silk—comfort, and peace. You could hear the hint of concern, it was late after all.

You covered your mouth, a sudden surge of emotion prompting you to break down in tears once again. You couldn’t let him hear you cry, you couldn’t tell him what was wrong—you shouldn’t have called and yet, there was nothing that made more sense.

“What happened? Fuck, what’s wrong?” You hung up, bawling out into heavy tears. Slamming your fist against the bathroom floor as you screamed, begging for the pain to stop.

You had no idea how much time must have passed, hiding in your room, rocking yourself back and forth. Jin knocked softly at your door.

“Princess,”

No. You groaned, knowing if you looked Jin in the eye—you would fall apart all over again. You could hear him sigh. Guilt panging in your chest for making him worry.

“Please Y/n” He whispered, “Talk to me”

You didn’t respond.

Eventually, he left.

Jimin preferred the private practice life, largely due to the fact that he couldn’t stand how creepy hospitals were to him. He stared at his clipboard, flipping aimlessly through his patient notes. Well—one patient in particular.

“Dr. Park, please follow me”

A consultant, is what he would call himself—he didn’t work here. Perks of working with wealthy criminals was that he could get away just about anything, most of the time. Get away with doing anything he so pleased. Pursuing, hobbies for his own amusement.

A nurse greeted him politely. Following him, they walked through the dreary hospital walls.

“Any changes in behavior?” Jimin asked. The nurse shook his head, unlocking the door, allowing Jimin to step inside, leaving him with his patient.

The patient sat on the bed, facing the other wall. A pair of die in his palm, which he rolled around rapidly—anxiously. The room was bare, except for a small window towards the ceiling, allowing for bright sunlight to filter in.

“How are you feeling?” Jimin asked warmly, taking a seat next to his patient, flipping through his clipboard before scribbling down a few notes. The patient didn’t respond. “I’ve got your prescription refilled for you”

“There’s nothing wrong with me” The patient stated quietly. Jimin sighed, setting his clipboard on the bedside table.

“Mr. Kim, we’ve been over this. There is something wrong with you. That’s why I need you to keep taking these—you do want to see her again someday, don’t you?”

The patient solemnly watched as Jimin handed him a bottle of pills. Jimin had given him careful instructions to hide this medication from his nurses. To take it only at night, in the dark, when the cameras wouldn’t be able to catch him.

The patient gulped before nervously placing a pill in his mouth, gulping it down with a glass of water. Jimin grinned, patting his back.

“Good, I’ll see you next week”

Stepping out of the room, Jimin shuffled through his doctor’s coat, grabbing his cell phone, dialing a recent number.

Yeah?

“I’ve given him the pills. He won’t be getting out of here anytime soon”

Jin was hardly judgmental when it came to you. You would trust him with pretty much everything, your sexual escapades to your petty fights at school, your deepest thoughts and your darkest desires.

He’d treat every thought as though it was brilliant, considering even the dumbest confessions worthy of discussion. He would always take you seriously, even when he was wrapped up in his own obligations, his own life—the demands of being the new head of the family business, ever since his mother died.

You were confident about him, you faith never wavering. But then again, he had never actually seen you get railed with his own eyes. Until now.

The elevator ride was stuffy. Not a word left his mouth, his hoodie feeling warm around your freshly fucked body. You searched his eyes, trying to figure out what to expect—was he upset? Amused? Did he not care?

Making Jin angry was something you never, ever wanted to do. He was generally easy-going, a striking contrast to Namjoon who seemed to have a gold bar stuffed up his ass half the time. But you had seen him get angry once before. Just once. And it had been terrifying.

Jin brought you upstairs, his t-shirt drenched in sweat. Closing the door behind him, he tugged off his shirt—nothing you hadn’t seen before, except that this time you looked. You looked at the way his muscles flexed against his slim figure, his broad shoulders, licking your lips.

“Listen—”

“Namjoon wants you home by tomorrow morning” Unscrewing his bottle, he tilted it over his head, allowing the water to splash over his face, dripping down his jaw onto his chest. Setting the bottle aside. He glanced at his watch, vintage Rolex that looked stunning against his bare arm.

Gulping you nodded. Jin noticed the anxious look on your face, the way you folded your arms over your chest, fingers tapping against your elbow nervously. He grabbed a hand towel, rubbing against his neck. The silence grew heavy between you.

“Gonna shower” He announced, tossing the towel aside. “Join me?”

Your eyes widened, giving him a curious look. Jin and you had never crossed any lines. You made sure of it.

And yet, as you watched Jin disappear into the luxurious bathroom, the sound of the shower hitting your ears, you slowly began to undress. Piles of clothing dropping to the floor, leaving a trail behind you until you were leaning against the doorframe.

Inside, Jin was under the pour, steam covering his lower half and water drenching over his back. His hands pressed forward against the glass, eyes shut as he let the hot water hit him.

Fuck.

Nervously covering yourself however much you could, you slid the shower door open. Jin turned upon hearing you enter, moving to give you plenty of room—to keep himself away from your body.

He looked at you. You couldn’t quite decipher what his eyes were saying, but something was off. Different.

“Get in the water, it’ll help,” He backed away, keeping his eyes on yours as to not move them any lower. You had to respect his self-control. “With the stress”

You did. Closing your eyes you let the water cover you like a warm blanket, pounding against your muscles, relieving the ache from the rough sex you had just endured at the hands of Jungkook. Your lips parted, neck tilting to the side as you let your hands roam your body.

You could feel Jin’s eyes on you. Like a laser, burning through your skin. You knew he must have given in. That he was watching the way your hands went over your chest, around your neck, into your hair. You wondered what his hands would feel like instead. What his touch would feel like.

You tilted your neck, remembering how amazing it had felt when his fingers were tracing your skin the night before, touch searing against you to the point you wanted to simply unravel into dust before him.

This was who he was. He was touchy, flirtatious, an infamous playboy who had fucked half of your social circle and you had never wanted him. He had never wanted you—or at least that was what you believed.

He’d never use his tricks on you, you were his Ace. His partner in crime, and yet you found yourself weak in the knees, delirious, wanting to give yourself to him wordlessly. Wanting to let him do whatever he would with you, reduce you to a mere tally in his list.

Jin backed into a corner, leaning back as he waited patiently. His body growing cold. He stared at the ceiling, one hand tucked behind his head. The other reaching behind you to grab the shampoo bottle.

“This isn’t your brand” He complained, a light chuckle following, “You still wanna use it?” Your eyes opened to see what he was holding. Smiling, you nodded. He extended it towards you.

“Do you,” You began, unsure how to ask the question which weighed heavy on the tip of your tongue. “I mean,”

“Turn around” He read your mind. He always could.

Jin’s long fingers sank into your hair, caressing it gently, the pads reaching your scalp, soft and yet the movement giving you an overwhelming sense of ease. You arched into his touch, unconsciously moving closer until your back was barely away from his chest.

You could feel the heat of his presence on you, making your joints weak. Your heart throb. Your throat choke with pressure.

You couldn’t afford these feelings. Not now, after so many years of being strictly platonic, you had no idea what was happening to you, or why. You were marrying his brother. Even beyond that, it was never Jin you wanted. That mere realization was in part what had gotten you into the mess of the engagement you were in now.

Chairwoman Kim, Jin’s mother, had given you a choice…of sorts. Asking you which of her sons you wanted to marry. She had always been fond of you, always wanted you to feel empowered. Her only wish was that you truly be her daughter somehow.

But you should have known there was some sick twist to it all. The Kim’s had a crooked sense of humor, which often involved playing with people’s lives, playing their own words against them.

She gave you a choice. You chose Namjoon.

A crush some would say. For you he was a dream. Someone so unattainable you couldn’t help but yearn for him. Especially in rare moments you had to yourself, hand underneath the satin of your pajama shorts as you’d mumble his name into your pillow. Grinding your hips frantically, wanting nothing more than his second glance. A second of his thoughts. A moment spared.

When Chairwoman told Namjoon he hadn’t reacted much at all, he had simply asked you one question: Don’t you love hyung?

You wanted Namjoon, bad, hence you said no—you didn’t love Seokjin, not like that anyway. Namjoon rejected you then and there. It was as though in that moment, you were now effectively useless to him. He had turned to his mother, a woman who would do anything for her little boys and said—give her to Taehyung

And here you were, wanting so badly to slap your younger self so that she would change her answer. You had been a fool, chasing after someone like Namjoon. What he had done to you after had been a simple reminder of that very fact.

But none of it seemed to matter anymore. Because nothing you felt towards Namjoon could come close to the way your whole body seemed to throb with pain when Jin would be out on the dance floor, groping strangers, bringing them back to the hotel room, two—three at a time. In this trip alone you had heard his sultry whispers, his hungry moans, and there simply wasn’t a pain quite like that.

You convinced yourself you were projecting. That you were so afraid of getting engaged to a stranger you were desperate to stay attached to someone you knew.

It angered you though, that Jin appeared to be sweet to you. To treat you, as he always had—but now it all felt hopelessly inappropriate. When he’d call you princess you would fall apart just a bit more. When he’d wink your way, when he’d cup your face and look into your eyes. Seemingly innocent but—no, not at all.

Jin’s fingers left your hair, allowing you to wash out the suds. You had never felt so breathless, wondering if he was watching the way the slippery soap trailed down your back.

You wanted to know—you just wanted to feel him once. Just a touch. His hand on your neck, his lips on your breast, maybe his fingers stuffed deep in your cunt while he’d whisper your name so sweet, lips pressed up right behind your ear, tell you everything you so desperately wanted to hear but—

Nothing. The rest of the shower went by wordlessly. Steam clouding the hot stares shares between you two. His eyes undressed you even while you were already naked. They drank you in like a sweet, addictive nectar. You were exposed entirely, your heart on your sleeve, he had you at his fingertips and chose not to lay a single hand.

You wanted to scream. To ask him what fucking game he was playing with your mind, making you all confused mere hours before your engagement, but you couldn’t.

The moment was too tender. Too delicate for you to shatter.

Shutting the water off, Jin wrapped a towel around you, tucking it into the dip of your breasts before wrapping another around his own waist. His hand lingered a beat too long. You watched as he gulped, stepping away from you.

“Get dressed” Jin sighed, running his hand through his hair—dewy drops landing against his chest, “The helicopter will be here soon.”

It was debatable if you had it in you to go another whole day without jumping his bones. Confessing the things your soul was screaming as truth. The right thing to do would have been to call it off. To go back home to Namjoon and help prepare for your big day.

“Where are we going?”

Jin smiled, “To do what you and I love most” Tugging out a bedside drawer, he wrapped his fingers around a deck of cards. Emptying it into his palm, he shuffled them masterfully, the zipping, crisp sound of cards clashing like music to your ears.

Maybe you would have been able to appreciate the gorgeous crystal chandelier dancing across the tall ceilings as though you were deep within a dream. Or the long glass walls that looked out upon the tinge of a purple sun set, growing darker, brighter, more elusive by the passing second. All of it was perfect—beautiful, typical of an event hosted by the Kim family.

Maybe you would have been enjoying yourself if it weren’t for the dark pit in your stomach. The screams in your head telling you:

Run.

Any second, he would arrive. Any second you would have to face him. After all these years.

From the corner of your eye, you watched as old family friends, business partners, members of the elite group of fucking fake socialites you associated with mingled and conversed amongst themselves. You hardly had the appetite to make your rounds. To plaster on that fake smile everyone loved.

Walking past a waiter, you snatched a glass of champagne from their tray, glancing behind your shoulder cautiously before slipping a small white pill between your lips. Washing it down with the crisp liquid.

In your chest, a weighted emptiness stirred. The missing presence of someone you needed by your side now more than ever before. Jin was nowhere to be seen—many missed calls confirmed the inclination that you might not be seeing much of him at all tonight.

You checked your phone, only for disappointment to clench at your throat. The previous day still seemed like a blur, too much had happened, you tried hard not to think about it. Even so, a part of you worried.

“You’re late” The familiar, stern voice of Kim Namjoon sent goosebumps down your neck. A voice you were quite used to hearing, critical of every move you made. Every breath you fucking took. Dressed nicely in a white suit, gold watch and chains making a statement against the getup. The small tattoo behind his ear—the family emblem. One all three of the brothers had.

Huffing, you folded your arms over your chest. Namjoon watched you, as if he was uncertain—like you were a grenade that might just explode if he made one wrong move. He raised his own glass—bourbon neat—to click against yours.

“You look good” He nodded in approval, something rare for him. His words were genuine, you could tell. But you could care less what Kim Namjoon thought of your engagement dress. You could care less about your engagement in the first place and yet here you were. “He’s a very lucky man”

You rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your drink before setting it aside. You had half a mind to throw the glass straight at him, if you didn’t know how easily he could snap your neck.

“Lucky my ass”

There was nothing lucky about your situation. No luck, just a debt owed to a family who took you in when you had nowhere to go. How were you supposed to refuse, when your mother disappeared so many years ago into thin air—no body to be found, left with a multibillion-dollar corporation when you could barely reach the top shelf of your closet.

You were in no position to deny when the Kim’s, the most notoriously filthy rich casino conglomerate in the world offered to take you in as their own. No position to deny the way they cared for you, the way they doted on you and treated you as like a princess. No position to deny them—more specifically, Namjoon. When he decided you were to get engaged with his younger brother, that was that. His word was law.

It’s what they did. Exploited. Twisted and hustled you until your life was a mere chip on the table, something they could gamble away with the flick of their wrists.

“Have you heard from Jin?” You asked, not wanting to entertain Namjoon’s compliments any longer. “I’ve left him a few missed calls but—”

Namjoon raised his hand, stopped your words. His eyes shifted behind you, where he narrowed in on an old client of his. Leaving you, he went to go charm the cash right out of the poor soul’s pocket. You groaned, rolling your eyes as you made you way to the bar.

Your manicured nails tapped nervously against the glass counter. A paced rhythm, until you felt a hand slide over your own. Longer, pretty fingers—clad with thick rings, fitting perfectly over your hand. A searing warmth from the touch, traveling up your arm and straight into your chest.

Breath hitching, you watched as the fingers intertwined with yours, slipping something cool, smooth into the cup of your palm.

“This should help with the nerves”

You recognized the feeling right away—dice. Exhaling shakily, your muscles eased, the familiar roll of the die giving you an overwhelming sense of comfort. Of anticipation. A feeling you loved—the moment your heart would jump before you let them go, putting everything on the line. All for chance.

And what a chance it was, as you looked up—a man stood, dressed in a dark suit, earrings dangling, sweet, bright lips that looked so fucking soft. And his eyes—oh god his eyes—you swore you could see stars in them. Stealing back the dice from your hand, he pressed it between his fingers, bringing it up in front of your face, leaning down—breath fanning over you as he grinned. Tossing it up with a swift move of his hand, he caught it again, snatching it back into his own pocket.

“Taehyung—” Was it something of a dream, or a nightmare—you weren’t entirely sure. You could hardly recognize the boy you remember would chase you around the Kim gardens, latching onto your arm as though you were his lifeline.

His lips quirked, a playful, seductive smile on his face as he backed away.

“Dance with me”—was all he said before his hand slid to the small of your back, guiding you towards the center of the venue. The twinkling lights illuminating his perfect features while he pulled you into his chest.

You looked up at him—he had grown. So much and in so many ways. His eyes were dark, searching your face as though he were memorizing every detail. As though you were a diamond—and he had finally found you, his prize, his beauty—all his.

Where were you supposed to begin? You had so many questions, so much you wanted to say, so much fear and yet—you were rendered speechless. All you could do was let him move you. Let him sway your body with grace, pressing his forehead against yours. It was suffocatingly romantic for a man you had only just met.

Cupping your face fondly, he finally spoke; “It’s been too long, princess”

The air was effectively knocked out of your lungs. Senses on overdrive as you attempted to digest the moment, to keep your mind from spinning out of control and steady yourself on the reality you faced.

“I—” The music stopped.

Sounds of sirens whirring neared. Turning, you could see guests muttering amongst themselves, worry in their eyes. You searched the crowd for Namjoon—who was nowhere to be seen. What the fuck, where did he—

Something twisted in your gut. A truth that your body rejected. A fear that grew strong and ached in every fiber of your bones.

You knew.

A group of officers burst into the venue, guns up and aimed, causing the crowd to break into a frenzied panic. And then everything was silent. You swore you could hear a faint ringing as deliria began to spin around in your mind. And then you saw those eyes. Those dark, vicious, hateful eyes that you could never forget.

Jeon Jungkook.

Your entire body trembled, remembering the ways those very eyes had brought you to your knees. He was dressed in a dark trench coat, pinstripe shirt underneath, a confident stride in his step. Reaching into his coat, he flashed a badge as he approached you.

“Y/n L/n” You shut your eyes, a tear dropping down your cheek. You weren’t sure when Taehyung had stepped away from you but he must have, because Jungkook grabbed your wrists, yanking it behind you followed by the resounding click of the handcuffs. In a soft voice, he added sinisterly, “Long time no see, whore”

Humiliation burned in your cheeks as he dragged you in front of the large crowd of guests, who all watched, wide-eyed, stricken with scandal as he announced to them all:

“You’re under arrest for the murder of Kim Seokjin”

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a/n: AHHHH. thoughts? reactions? SCREAM WITH ME BABY. let me know what you thinking :) did oc murder jin! what happened in those 48 hours hmmmMMm... taehyung's here after all this time, how do we feel about that??? WHOS DR. PARK'S PATIENT???? why is he so susssss??

sorry if the order of events is confusing in this part, basically ill be revealing a bit of what happened in the 48 hours leading up to the murder slowly throughout as jungkook tries to piece it together!

smut pairs are up for the next chp! for those of you who are new here, the smut member changes each time :) this is an ot7 fic and all the other members will come soon &lt;3