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hey @sombreboy, you're new fic Flesh reminds me of this song. Just saying. Also, you made me cry with that fic so 12/10 would recommend.

My Yandere BTS Fanfic Recommendation.

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Read the warning carefully. As with any yandere story, expect some gory scenes, non consensual / dubious consensual sex, some dark kinks. (Everything under the term, you know the risk).

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Minors DNI 🔞

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If you hope for more stories from those authors, please do something to support them. By giving shout out, comments, and reblog their works. It's how tumblr works, people.

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Damn, been a while since I updated this list. Now finally got the time to read again.

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For non yandere recommendation, check full Navi here.

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1. Allurement , Yandere Namjoon. Series of Drabbles, Slick and deceptive yandere CEO Namjoon.

2. Beloved, long oneshot. Yandere King Min Yoongi - My all time favorite, if you like asian historical dark romance, you'll love this.

3. Excitus Acta Probat, oneshot. Soft Yandere, Mafia Yoongi, feat. OT7.

4. The Tarot Series, A Collection of yandere oneshots based on Tarot Card.

5. Charming, oneshot. Cinderella AU, obsessive Prince Park Jimin. This is very beautiful the way the author describe the scenes and everything.

6. Ultimatum, miniseries. Yandere Sugar Daddy Taehyung, feat. Jimin.

7. Case Closed, miniseries. Yandere Detective Namjoon.

8. Boys Don't Cry, miniseries. Yandere husband Yoongi, feat. Hoseok.

9. Beastly Gods, oneshot. Yandere hybrid Taehyung, feat OT7.

10. Level of Restraint, long oneshot. Office AU, Yandere Jimin and Namjoon. BDSM undertone.

11. Something Wicked, series. Yandere CEO Seokjin.

12. Let The Villain Win, oneshot. Yandere thriller writer Namjoon.

13. Baby Mine, oneshot. Yandere mafia Yoongi with OC.

14. Poison Apple, mini series. Yandere Taehyung feat. Yoongi. This is not for the faint heart. Proceed with caution. Hard non con.

15. A Dangerous Game, Yandere Mob boss Namjoon x reader. Long series, there is sequel. Hard non con in one of the chapters.

16. Solar Eclipse, long oneshot. Yandere Hoseok, time travel / after life AU.

17. The Stranger, long oneshot. Yandere Doctor Seokjin.

18. Persephone, long oneshot. Yandere mafia leader Namjoon.

19. Bad Guy, ongoing series. Mafia boss Seokjin. This one is not really yandere, per se, but the way Seokjin loves the MC is quite you know...obsessive.

20. Addiction, long oneshot, yandere student Jungkook x reader. He was insanely lusting over you and just how much he was willing to pay for it?

21. See No Evil, long oneshot. Yandere ghost Taehyung, feat. Namjoon.

22. Nightcall, oneshot. Yandere Taehyung, mafia au.

23. Lovesick, oneshot. Yandere Taehyung is your sister's ex-boyfriend.

24. Trigger Happy, oneshot. Yandere mob Jungkook, undercover agent reader.

25. Visitation of a Lover, long oneshot. Yandere ghost Taehyung, feat. Jin.

26. Until I Saw You, oneshot. Yandere mob Namjoon.

27. Fucked Up, yandere OT7. Polyamorous - Idol AU. This is actually a series, look in the author's masterlist. The full version is in author's AO3. (Beware tho, the long version is just like the title says, pretty fucked up, lol.)

28. Illicit Photography, series with a sequel. Soft yandere Jungkook with reader as his teacher.

29. Promise, long oneshot. Yandere boyfriend Jimin.

30. Break My Mind's Eye, series. Jungkook as mob boss x fashion designer OC, yandere undertone.

31. Every Breath You Take , oneshot. Stalker Jungkook x reader, feat. Namjoon & Hoseok.

32. Butterfly, oneshot. Your stepson, Yoongi, fucks you in the kitchen while your husband eats breakfast. 

33. Actually, The Devil Wears Gucci, oneshot. Wicked CEO Taehyung with assistant reader.

34. Positive, quite long oneshot. Yandere richman Yoongi, waitress reader is pregnant.

35. Forbidden Fruit, long oneshot. Jhope as mafia member, reader has inability to feel fear.

36. Predator, oneshot. Vampire Jungkook stalked on reader. I felt goosebumps reading this, nothing too gory tho.

37. Brother Knows Best, ongoing short story. Yandere Jungkook, reader is his step sister.

38. Tea For Two, oneshot. Yandere Prince Namjoon x reader, arranged marriage AU.

39. Falling for A Lounge Singer, oneshot. Yandere mafia Taehyung, reader is a singer.

40. Black Swan, long one shot. Swan Prince Jimin x reader as a Princess. I'm not usually fond of story about faeries, this one is an exception. Hard to describe this, along with the hair that stood on my nape and that tingling feeling of fear and excitement while reading this. A truly masterpiece.

41. Making of A Lover, yandere Jungkook with his assistant reader. It's short but darkly entertaining.

42. Expectation x Reality, oneshot. Jungkook x reader, Taehyung x reader. Some hard dub con. With plot twist. 🤭

43. Delphinium, long oneshot, King Taehyung x queen reader. Soft yandere, angst. Beautiful with, ... again, plot twist.😈

44. In The Pain Of The Roses, long one shot, yandere king Yoongi x princess reader. Beautiful, poetic narrative. Read the tag warning, because it's really dark.

45. Anti Hero, long oneshot, yandere Yoongi x idol reader. Not many yandere story in idol universe, this one is not only one of the few, but also oh so so good.

46. Broken, oneshot. Seokjin x reader. Some dub con borderline to non con. Proceed with caution, because it's quite dark. I read this like a year ago, but everytime I read it again, it never failed to give me a shiver. It's on AO3.

47. Infatuation, series of one-shots. Light reading, darkly entertaining. Always fun to reread. It's on AO3.

48. Cardio, long oneshot. Personal trainer Jungkook x rich wife reader. Infidelity, angst, thriller. Very well written. On AO3.

49. War Lords, miniseries. Namjoon x Detective reader x Hoseok, both men were crime lords. Heavy angst, very well written. Totally NSFW! You probably soak your panties in front of your colleagues or classmates if you do read it during work.🤣

50. Deviant Affairs, long one-shot. Jimin was your stepbrother who was crazy in love with you.

51. Motive, long one shot. College AU. Jungkook x reader x another girl. Angst, thriller, love triangle. It will keep you on edge dragged by your curiosity before 💣💣 boom! There it go, the plot twist.😂

52. Still With You, one-shot. King Jungkook x servant reader.

53. The Mansion, long one-shot. Jimin x another man's wife reader. Very good, give you those old house horror scenes vibe.

54. Énouement, long one-shot. Doctor Taehyung x trophy wife reader. It's a part of interconnected stories with other members. Look at the author's masterlist. This is the one that I like the most.

55. Polarity, miniseries. Yandere Jungkook x reader. Infidelity around bestfriend relationship entangled with twisted obsession. It's really good!♥️

56. Arte Factum, long oneshot. Yandere android Jimin x reader. Jimin is a sub here.

57. Knight in Bloody Armor, club owner Hoseok x reader. Ongoing series. Very well written and chilling. It's on AO3, and you need to log in to be able to read it.

58. House of Serpents, ongoing series. OT7 x high class escort reader in organized crime AU. A shitload twisted men with twisted sex flavor. I have no words to say other than it put me on variety of different emotions until its latest chapter, and I have love and hate relationship with all of the men here. Polyamorous dynamic, heavy BDSM vibe. It's very well written on AO3. As always, read the warning.

59. Love Pages, long oneshot. Yandere Jimin x slight yandere reader, inspired by "Death Note".

60. Kill to Kiss You, long oneshot. Jungkook as mob boss x escort reader. I got cold hands and feet reading this. Chilling and put you on edge till the end.

61. Lesson Learnt, miniseries. CEO JK x ex gf reader. My ultimate weakness, BTS members as CEO with power and obsession. This one is pretty dark, read all the warning.

62. Code Red, one shot. Doctor Jimin x patient reader.

63. Saving You, short oneshot. Yandere husband Tae x reader.

64. Single Side Line, mini series. Yandere tennis player Tae x reader as ball girl. There are two alternate endings.

65. A Thriller Film, movie director Jungkook × reader as his stylist. It's well written and chilling.

66. Killing Me Softly, yandere OT7 x reader. Polyamorous AU but quite realistic thus give you chill to imagine what you would feel if this indeed is real.

67. Daffodil Dreams, yandere patient Taehyung, MC is his therapist. There are two parts - Dreams and Nightmare. Chilling and hair-raising.

68. Cruel Intentions, yandere mobster JK x reader in South Korea setting, my favorite AU. Love it❤️

69. Mindless, patient Hoseok x psychiatrist reader. Oneshot.

70. Roses, oneshot. Yandere dynamic between JK x reader. Just, wow.

71. Sinner, oneshot. Yandere fugitive Jungkook x detective reader. I reread like ... 6 times? That's just how good it is😙

72. The Broken Vow, attorney JK x reader as his ex wife. This one is so well written, leave you with mixed emotion, love and hate at the same time. Just ❤️

73. Cabin in The Woods, Jungkook as werewolf, reader as his mate and prisoner? Lol. Stockholm syndrome. I can't hate him here. Somehow he indeed protected her.

74. Cathexis, three parter, Jimin x reader. Based on Firestarter movie. 'There was no way in hell he would let anything happen to you and he would raise literal hell to make sure you were never hurt. If anyone tried to take you from him he’d burn the entire world down'.

75. Snatched, two parter ongoing. Yandere harpy Taehyung x nurse reader. Dystopian AU, dark and chilling. Very well written.

76. Obsesión, oneshot. Yandere pro rugby player Jungkook x sport journalist POC reader.

77. Code of Conduct, long series. Finally got the time to indulge in another long series. Just ♥️

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Authors:

@sweetwolfcupcake @bang-tan-bitches @flowesona @bangtans-apollo @lemonjoonah @chaoticpuff17 @jooniyah @deepdarkdelights @sweetbunnykook @cosmostae @worldwidemochiguy @jingabitch @jkeuphoriadreamland @flowerwrites06 @junqkook @yandere-society @smileyoongle @nomnomsik @persephoneyss @chummywchimmy @kaiseuphoria @avveh @ddaenqu @lovetalkhendery @chinkbihh @jessikahathaway @darkestcorners @99liners @yanderebts @jimlingss @smasmashie @bebejungkook @heartbreakmotel13 @taechaos @girlmeetsliv3 @sombreboy @explicit-tae @lolabangtan @jungk0oksthighs @roses-ruby @lleldey @girl8890 @bahbah-bee @thvlouvre @go1denjeon

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Let me know if I mistyped the tag list on author's name.

I still have a long list fics to read, need to catch up later.

Oh my gosh, I'm so excited for this story to come out!😍 I can't believe it, this is the last installment of the Predator series!🥹🥹

Namjoon - Predator Universe Sneak Peek

I.e. The Beginning of the First Scene (that I have written and that's in the story lol)

Twenty four hours, seven days a week - you think about death. And, you’re paid to do it.  The room is quiet, outside of the hum and chirp of the medical equipment attached to your client. Her breathing is slow and slightly labored, her eyes are half lidded and her fingers twitch as they attempt to pick at the skin around her nails with the little energy she has. Her dry tongue sweeps over cracked lips as she thinks, you take note of her skin which has lost its healthy glow. “What’s going through your mind?” You ask, lowering your notebook to your lap. There is a pause of silence, the steady beep of her heart monitor severing through the quiet. She purses her lips, takes a breath and pauses once more before cementing her thoughts, “I’m thinking that I am getting tired of waiting.”

“By waiting, you mean dying?” You clarify. “No,” She corrects you, her gaze still lowered to her nail bed, “By waiting I mean waiting, I’m getting tired of how long this is taking. I know that it’s coming, I’ve made my peace with that, but I wish it would hurry up and get it over with.” “You want it to come quicker because you’re scared, the longer you wait the more you have to think about it.” You reflect back to her.  “Yeah,” She agrees, her head nodding weakly, “Yeah I’m scared.” “What is it exactly that scares you?” She’s quiet again, her eyes flicking from left to right, her heart rate quickens on the monitor, “It’s the uncertainty - not knowing what comes next. I don’t like not knowing.” There wasn’t much that you could do about that. The thing about this job was being able to identify what you could do that would be helpful. You could not change her fate, you could not cheat death - that was a fixed variable. But you could do your best to make her comfortable, to address what could be fixed, to help her cope. There were rarely any miracles in this work. “What’s helpful for you when you feel like this, what gets you through that fear?” Her eyes flick over to the window. There’s a chair there that’s occupied by a man. His head is tilted back over the top of the chair, exposing the pale stretch of his neck. His face is obscured by raven hair making it difficult to fully make out his features. The slow rise and fall of his chest indicates he is still sleeping as he was when you first entered the private room. “He helps,” She says with a soft smile.

Ahhhh i loved these so much, had to share

My Yandere BTS Fanfic Recommendation.

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Read the warning carefully. As with any yandere story, expect some gory scenes, non consensual / dubious consensual sex, some dark kinks. (Everything under the term, you know the risk).

.

Minors DNI 🔞

.

If you hope for more stories from those authors, please do something to support them. By giving shout out, comments, and reblog their works. It's how tumblr works, people.

.

For non yandere recommendation, check full Navi here.

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1. Allurement , Yandere Namjoon. Series of Drabbles, Slick and deceptive yandere CEO Namjoon.

2. Beloved, long oneshot. Yandere King Min Yoongi - My all time favorite, if you like asian historical dark romance, you'll love this.

3. Excitus Acta Probat, oneshot. Soft Yandere, Mafia Yoongi, feat. OT7.

4. The Tarot Series, A Collection of yandere oneshots based on Tarot Card.

5. Charming, oneshot. Cinderella AU, obsessive Prince Park Jimin. This is very beautiful the way the author describe the scenes and everything.

6. Ultimatum, miniseries. Yandere Sugar Daddy Taehyung, feat. Jimin.

7. Case Closed, miniseries. Yandere Detective Namjoon.

8. Boys Don't Cry, miniseries. Yandere husband Yoongi, feat. Hoseok.

9. Beastly Gods, oneshot. Yandere hybrid Taehyung, feat OT7.

10. Level of Restraint, long oneshot. Office AU, Yandere Jimin and Namjoon. BDSM undertone.

11. Something Wicked, series. Yandere CEO Seokjin.

12. Let The Villain Win, oneshot. Yandere thriller writer Namjoon.

13. Baby Mine, oneshot. Yandere mafia Yoongi with OC.

14. Poison Apple, mini series. Yandere Taehyung feat. Yoongi. This is not for the faint heart. Proceed with caution. Hard non con.

15. A Dangerous Game, Yandere Mob boss Namjoon x reader. Long series, there is sequel. Hard non con in one of the chapters.

16. Solar Eclipse, long oneshot. Yandere Hoseok, time travel / after life AU.

17. The Stranger, long oneshot. Yandere Doctor Seokjin.

18. Persephone, long oneshot. Yandere mafia leader Namjoon.

19. Bad Guy, ongoing series. Mafia boss Seokjin. This one is not really yandere, per se, but the way Seokjin loves the MC is quite you know...obsessive.

20. Addiction, long oneshot, yandere student Jungkook x reader. He was insanely lusting over you and just how much he was willing to pay for it?

21. See No Evil, long oneshot. Yandere ghost Taehyung, feat. Namjoon.

22. Nightcall, oneshot. Yandere Taehyung, mafia au.

23. Lovesick, oneshot. Yandere Taehyung is your sister's ex-boyfriend.

24. Trigger Happy, oneshot. Yandere mob Jungkook, undercover agent reader.

25. Visitation of a Lover, long oneshot. Yandere ghost Taehyung, feat. Jin.

26. Until I Saw You, oneshot. Yandere mob Namjoon.

27. Fucked Up, yandere OT7. Polyamorous - Idol AU. This is actually a series, look in the author's masterlist. The full version is in author's AO3. (Beware tho, the long version is just like the title says, pretty fucked up, lol.)

28. Illicit Photography, series with a sequel. Soft yandere Jungkook with reader as his teacher.

29. Promise, long oneshot. Yandere boyfriend Jimin.

30. Break My Mind's Eye, series. Jungkook as mob boss x fashion designer OC, yandere undertone.

31. Every Breath You Take , oneshot. Stalker Jungkook x reader, feat. Namjoon & Hoseok.

32. Butterfly, oneshot. Your stepson, Yoongi, fucks you in the kitchen while your husband eats breakfast. 

33. Actually, The Devil Wears Gucci, oneshot. Wicked CEO Taehyung with assistant reader.

34. Positive, quite long oneshot. Yandere richman Yoongi, waitress reader is pregnant.

35. Forbidden Fruit, long oneshot. Jhope as mafia member, reader has inability to feel fear.

36. Predator, oneshot. Vampire Jungkook stalked on reader. I felt goosebumps reading this, nothing too gory tho.

37. Brother Knows Best, ongoing short story. Yandere Jungkook, reader is his step sister.

38. Tea For Two, oneshot. Yandere Prince Namjoon x reader, arranged marriage AU.

39. Falling for A Lounge Singer, oneshot. Yandere mafia Taehyung, reader is a singer.

40. Black Swan, long one shot. Swan Prince Jimin x reader as a Princess. I'm not usually fond of story about faeries, this one is an exception. Hard to describe this, along with the hair that stood on my nape and that tingling feeling of fear and excitement while reading this. A truly masterpiece.

41. Making of A Lover, yandere Jungkook with his assistant reader. It's short but darkly entertaining.

42. Expectation x Reality, oneshot. Jungkook x reader, Taehyung x reader. Some hard dub con. With plot twist. 🤭

43. Delphinium, long oneshot, King Taehyung x queen reader. Soft yandere, angst. Beautiful with, ... again, plot twist.😈

44. In The Pain Of The Roses, long one shot, yandere king Yoongi x princess reader. Beautiful, poetic narrative. Read the tag warning, because it's really dark.

45. Anti Hero, long oneshot, yandere Yoongi x idol reader. Not many yandere story in idol universe, this one is not only one of the few, but also oh so so good.

46. Broken, oneshot. Seokjin x reader. Some dub con borderline to non con. Proceed with caution, because it's quite dark. I read this like a year ago, but everytime I read it again, it never failed to give me a shiver. It's on AO3.

47. Infatuation, series of one-shots. Light reading, darkly entertaining. Always fun to reread. It's on AO3.

48. Cardio, long oneshot. Personal trainer Jungkook x rich wife reader. Infidelity, angst, thriller. Very well written. On AO3.

49. War Lords, miniseries. Namjoon x Detective reader x Hoseok, both men were crime lords. Heavy angst, very well written. Totally NSFW! You probably soak your panties in front of your colleagues or classmates if you do read it during work.🤣

50. Deviant Affairs, long one-shot. Jimin was your stepbrother who was crazy in love with you.

51. Motive, long one shot. College AU. Jungkook x reader x another girl. Angst, thriller, love triangle. It will keep you on edge dragged by your curiosity before 💣💣 boom! There it go, the plot twist.😂

52. Still With You, one-shot. King Jungkook x servant reader.

53. The Mansion, long one-shot. Jimin x another man's wife reader. Very good, give you those old house horror scenes vibe.

54. Énouement, long one-shot. Doctor Taehyung x trophy wife reader. It's a part of interconnected stories with other members. Look at the author's masterlist. This is the one that I like the most.

55. Polarity, miniseries. Yandere Jungkook x reader. Infidelity around bestfriend relationship entangled with twisted obsession. It's really good!♥️

56. Arte Factum, long oneshot. Yandere android Jimin x reader. Jimin is a sub here.

57. Knight in Bloody Armor, club owner Hoseok x reader. Ongoing series. Very well written and chilling. It's on AO3, and you need to log in to be able to read it.

58. House of Serpents, ongoing series. OT7 x high class escort reader in organized crime AU. A shitload twisted men with twisted sex flavor. I have no words to say other than it put me on variety of different emotions until its latest chapter, and I have love and hate relationship with all of the men here. Polyamorous dynamic, heavy BDSM vibe. It's very well written on AO3. As always, read the warning.

59. Love Pages, long oneshot. Yandere Jimin x slight yandere reader, inspired by "Death Note".

60. Kill to Kiss You, long oneshot. Jungkook as mob boss x escort reader. I got cold hands and feet reading this. Chilling and put you on edge till the end.

61. Lesson Learnt, miniseries. CEO JK x ex gf reader. My ultimate weakness, BTS members as CEO with power and obsession. This one is pretty dark, read all the warning.

62. Code Red, one shot. Doctor Jimin x patient reader.

63. Saving You, short oneshot. Yandere husband Tae x reader.

64. Single Side Line, mini series. Yandere tennis player Tae x reader as ball girl. There are two alternate endings.

65. A Thriller Film, movie director Jungkook × reader as his stylist. It's well written and chilling.

66. Killing Me Softly, yandere OT7 x reader. Polyamorous AU but quite realistic thus give you chill to imagine what you would feel if this indeed is real.

67. Daffodil Dreams, yandere patient Taehyung, MC is his therapist. There are two parts - Dreams and Nightmare. Chilling and hair-raising.

68. Cruel Intentions, yandere mobster JK x reader in South Korea setting, my favorite AU. Love it❤️

69. Mindless, patient Hoseok x psychiatrist reader. Oneshot.

70. Roses, oneshot. Yandere dynamic between JK x reader. Just, wow.

71. Sinner, oneshot. Yandere fugitive Jungkook x detective reader. I reread like ... 6 times? That's just how good it is😙

72. The Broken Vow, attorney JK x reader as his ex wife. This one is so well written, leave you with mixed emotion, love and hate at the same time. Just ❤️

73. Cabin in The Woods, Jungkook as werewolf, reader as his mate and prisoner? Lol. Stockholm syndrome. I can't hate him here. Somehow he indeed protected her.

74. Cathexis, three parter, Jimin x reader. Based on Firestarter movie. 'There was no way in hell he would let anything happen to you and he would raise literal hell to make sure you were never hurt. If anyone tried to take you from him he’d burn the entire world down'.

75. Snatched, two parter ongoing. Yandere harpy Taehyung x nurse reader. Dystopian AU, dark and chilling. Very well written.

76. Obsesión, oneshot. Yandere pro rugby player Jungkook x sport journalist POC reader.

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Authors:

@sweetwolfcupcake @bang-tan-bitches @flowesona @bangtans-apollo @lemonjoonah @chaoticpuff17 @jooniyah @deepdarkdelights @sweetbunnykook @cosmostae @worldwidemochiguy @jingabitch @jkeuphoriadreamland @flowerwrites06 @junqkook @yandere-society @smileyoongle @nomnomsik @persephoneyss @chummywchimmy @kaiseuphoria @avveh @ddaenqu @lovetalkhendery @chinkbihh @jessikahathaway @darkestcorners @99liners @yanderebts @jimlingss @smasmashie @bebejungkook @heartbreakmotel13 @taechaos @girlmeetsliv3 @sombreboy @explicit-tae @lolabangtan @jungk0oksthighs @roses-ruby @lleldey @girl8890 @bahbah-bee @thvlouvre

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Let me know if I mistyped the tag list on author's name.

I still have a long list fics to read, need to catch up later.

Noooo you can't do this to me.😭 the cliffhanger is so good. Loved this chapter!

CHAPTER VII - mágoa

LACRIMOSA | MYG MAFIA YANDERE AU

pairings: mafia leader!yoongi x f!reader genre: mafia!au, yandere au, historical au

summary: Their interlocking gaze served as a butterfly effect on his heart, stirring it to the core. She, in turn, only dreams to find a way to escape. But perchance, over time she might forcefully learn to love the man who has taken so much from her.

Thus unfolds a twisted tale of love and loss, of hope and despair, of life and death. The music reverberated through the dimly-lit streets. Tears of sorrow, weeping symphony - reflects the hurt, the scars that linger deep within and the wounds that never healed. Lacrimosa.

chapter warnings: minors dni 18+ | mafia au, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, yandere, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behaviour, angst, mentions of God, violence, bloodshed, history class on lacrimosa yall, nudity, blood, manhandling, slapping, mentions of suicide, gun use, genitalia cupping, gaslighting, anxiety, strong language, threats, misogyny, old social norms, lies-lies-lies, bone crunching, physical violence, suicide attempt

beta read by @chaoticpuff17

word count: 12K

disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, old social norms and traditions, which we do not condone.

m.list CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI CHAPTER VIII

mágoa (n.) a heartbreaking feeling that leaves long-lasting traces, visible in gestures and facial expressions

A pinch of sadness went through Y/N when she heard his words. She gave herself to him. Without any fight, simply accepting that this had to be done for her to build a strong base where he would trust her enough to let his guard down. After this day, her mind was barely holding up, therefore she went down the hill willingly rather than by force.

Her eyes were about to close slowly when he was taking the white sheet on which they consummated their marriage. Although her eyes were narrowed, she saw a significant portion of it being painted red with her blood. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she laid there, boring her eyes to the ceiling of the room rather than perceiving the reality.

The flames of the fire danced and flickered, casting a warm glow upon their entwined bodies. They laid there — he basked in the afterglow, and she in her own sorrow. He was caressing her hair while she laid on top of his naked torso where he moved her to rest just a moment ago, trying to not think about what had happened. She cared no more. Her mind and body were exhausted. Yoongi put a soft kiss on her forehead before he broke the serene silence.

“A bath, shall we?” Her body felt the mix of exhaustion and vulnerability as she went to get up, a soreness radiated in between her legs. Y/N could not wait till she would spread her limbs in the hot spring water. Yoongi gently swept her to his arms and carried her out of the room.

The corridor was softly lit by lanterns, their warm glow casting a gentle illumination. Paper windows filtered the moonlight, creating patterns of soft shadows on the wooden floor as he was taking her to the spring. He hoped it would ease her pain and relax her muscles so he could be a little more selfish and take her again and again until dusk.

Her naked nipples stiffened and reacted to the sudden change of temperature. Yoongi was yet again trying to control his urges to press her against the wall and take her from behind. But he knew better. She was sore, vulnerable, and he knew the time was ticking and soon a bigger wave of realisation would hit her.

The steam from the heated water mingled with the crisp air, creating a comforting atmosphere that embraced them. She could feel the cold wind hitting her body before Yoongi stepped inside the natural bath surrounded by ancient rocks, swiftly setting their bodies into the hot water. Y/N breathed out from the sensation of the water balming her sore muscles. She took a moment to embrace the peacefulness of her surroundings, momentarily forgetting the true nature of her situation and to whom is her naked body pressed to.

Her eyes snapped open when the nerve hit her senses, breath hitching in her throat, tears still struggling to dry on her cheeks. An epiphany. She tried to pull herself away from him, covering her chest when he pushed her against him even tighter.

“None of that, my love,” he whispered into her ear, nabbing at it and pecking her head. “You are finally doing so well, baby,” he spoke, his lips still pressed to her hair.

The soothing warmth of the water against her skin and the unsettling reality of her vulnerability in Yoongi’s embrace — it overwhelmed her from every perspective. His words, though tender, served as a reminder of the power dynamics that governed their relationship. She felt a surge of frustration and sadness, a silent plea for autonomy in a world that seemed determined to deny it and her resilience was coming back to life again.

“Yoongi,-” she said urgently, her voice carrying over the soothing sounds of flowing water. “When is it going to happen?” Y/N inquired, lifting her head up, her eyes searching for answers.

“It is already happening.”

The night had unfolded in shadows and whispers, and as the moon’s soft glow seeped into the bath, reality grew more elusive.

The infamous Yakuza, believing themselves five steps ahead of the Min clan, found their fortunes turned by the cunning moves of the young Kkangpae. The cards he tossed when luring out the enemy’s leader were not in their favour. Cut the snake’s head and it will die; Yoongi wished to see them all perish.

The headquarters of the Japanese clan, once a fortress of power, now stood vulnerable in the absence of its leader. Yoongi’s calculated manoeuvres had left them exposed, ripe for his seizing. From Japan to the north of Korea, with Hong Kong looming as the next conquest, the throne beckoned to him now.

The Kkangpae had played a dangerous game, and the stakes had never been higher. He realised this when the enemy held his beloved, poised to snuff out her life with vengeance. That urgency drove him to expedite matters. Within an hour, united soldiers of the Min and Wang houses moved to three different locations, armed and prepared for the Yakuza’s onslaught.

Yoongi knew the moment they set foot on his territorial grounds their intentions were not congratulatory. But one of the decoy. On that note, another three units secured warehouses, guarding the ammunition and the snow, as they called it, to maintain prosperity.

Y/N had underestimated him and the measures he would take to ascend the ladder. No man had dared challenge the Yakuza and lived to tell the tale, let alone dismantle the cruel syndicate over the span of a single lifetime.

The last of them were already en route to join infiltrators in Fukuoka, where all of Yamamoto’s warehouses lay, along with Tokyo’s headquarters. The command was clear: at the stroke of midnight — fire.

“Is Mother with Bó Chéng and Xiaoli, safe?” Her voice trembled. Y/N is no fool; her gut warned of temporary alliances and impending bloodshed once the Yakuza descended the stairs. This time, between Wangs and Mins. Yoongi never confirmed such a cruel assumption, yet, she knew.

He nodded solemnly, understanding her concern. “They are safe, love. I made sure of it,” he reassured, his voice a comforting anchor amidst the chaos. Yoongi’s eyes held a mysterious depth as he spoke, and the weight of his words lingered in the air.

The Kkangpae had unleashed a force that even he hadn’t fully anticipated, and the consequences were now playing out in real time. His vision was clear — The Min clan, a rising phoenix from the ashes, disrupting the status quo, plunging the city into disarray.

For years, no Korean clan had dared confront Japan’s Yakuza, the threat of annihilation keeping them in check. Hence, Korea’s underworld always stood divided until the former Kkangpae Min initiated revolutionary acts against both southern and northern enemies.

As the First World War unfolded, Yoongi’s father saw an opportunity to cover the blood traces left behind by the clans on the battlefield. The alliances formed, the battles fought—all of it became obscured by the larger narrative of global conflict. The revolution against both parties became a rallying cry for those long oppressed by the Yakuza.

The clan of Min knew if they wanted to succeed in this power play, attacking the northern foes was first in order before they could stand a chance over Yakuza and their international allies.

The war with its sweeping chaos and diversion, became a canvas for the Mins to redraw the lines of power. The world may be at peace now, the syndicate clans were nowhere near the fine line. A Cold War between the fighting clans arose and took its place now that they could not horrendously murder each other without drawing the attention of the upper world.

Not today.

His father’s revolutionary act set the stage, and Yoongi intended to finish it. With satisfaction, he watched as the wheels of change turned, irreversible.

The war ended over two decades ago and yet Yoongi still expected the unexpected. Hong Kong sought alliance with Tokyo. A marriage would seal it. Lineage was sacred, heavily valued. The syndicate, with its watchful eyes and ears attuned to the pulse of the underworld, murmured in speculation. Rumour was spread of Wang Zemo’s eldest daughter to be betrothed to Yamamoto Itsuki, the Yakuza’s heir.

Yoongi had just celebrated his 18th birthday when the murmur began. The girl, barely a decade old, promised to the Yakuza. No official betrothal could happen as she was still too young to be wedded.

Years went by and when she reached the 18th year of her life, Yoongi anticipated another bloodthirsty war to begin now that the arrangement could take place. But nothing happened. Holding her portrait in his hand, looking at the black and white photograph with a fresh cut on his eye, imagining how cherry red her lips must be and how he is going to drown in her eyes once he sees them for real. He saw opportunity, a golden ticket in this dangerous game.

Therefore, before her twenty-first birthday, Yoongi was already ahead of Yakuza, sipping tea with Wang Xiaoqing, the Triad leader’s older sister. His intention was clear from the beginning — the young gal in the portrait, undyingly beautiful.

Instead of wielding guns and knives at the northern enemy in China he was resolute in overthrowing the Triad by this calculated move of taking her and creating a powerful alliance in order to end Yakuza’s reign. He could have had any woman from his clan, but no woman ever spiked his interest as much as Wang Y/N.

He settled his mind on the path God presented him. He played his pieces, aiming for the Triad’s allegiance. The men of the Wang Triad, fiercely loyal to their established traditions, would not willingly follow an outsider — with or without war. To secure his grip on the Triad’s allegiance, Yoongi needed more than a coup; he needed a legitimate claim to leadership.

He played his pieces, aiming for the Triad’s allegiance. The young Kkangpae began his cockiness by taking the young woman to keep at his premises right before Yakuza would announce the engagement and followed the union.

Yoongi, the architect of this narrative, understood the power of perception. A move that seemed personal had far-reaching implications in the complex web of alliances that governed the criminal underworld.

The elderly woman was the smartest human he ever met. As she also held a mutual disdain for the house of Yamamoto that ran deep, an animosity fuelled by years of oppression and subjugation. The Yakuza’s supremacy over other clans, their unabashed acquisition of shares, land, and women, irked her. It was a political dominance that had cast a shadow over both Seoul and Hong Kong’s criminal underworld for far too long.

A shrewd strategist that Wang Xiaoqing was, recognised the potential for a successful revolution in Yoongi’s carefully laid steps — the blockade of docks, the seamless integration into the Yakuza’s business affairs, the subtle theft of opportunities, and the meticulous infiltration into their other operations—it was a game of chess played with finesse. Lastly, his determination on not letting Wang’s oldest daughter marry into Yakuza and form an alliance that could be a threat to his own kin.

Taking her niece would be a move that went beyond the surface, resonating with the desire to break free from the chains that bound them to the Yakuza’s dominance. Nobody dared to take what Yakuza claimed as theirs. Until him.

In the dimly lit warehouse where he was solely because the Luen’s shipment of ammunition to Taiwan got rampaged by Yakuza soldiers. Their attack on the shipment had disrupted his plans, leading him to intervene personally.

The captured Yakuza soldier, now a pawn in this unexpected confrontation, was brought before Yoongi for interrogation. The improvised setup within the warehouse served as the backdrop for the intense questioning that aimed to unveil the motives behind the Yakuza’s brazen attack that Yoongi already knew. It was their way of sending a message, a warning to the clans to not climb the ladder too high.

However, that’s not what aches Yoongi’s heart whenever he remembers that night. It was her, clad in her signature red qipao, in a dishevelled state, most likely chilled to the bone, lip split open.

The date on which Yoongi would arrive to collect her was settled two weeks from that day, but there she was, standing in the warehouse, most likely looking for a shelter from the cold.

In the silent exchange, Yoongi saw a glimpse of vulnerability and strength, a combination that both intrigued and captivated him. She looked straight to his eyes for what felt like hours without flinching away. The spark he felt that ignited between them in that warehouse would become the member of an unspoken understanding—a realisation that love, in its rawest form, had found its way to his heart.

He recalls how his breath stammered when he saw her for the first time. No matter how long she’s been running, no matter how the chilly wind ruffled her hair — she looked magnificent. All the love letters scribbled down that he had never sent to her were hidden in the drawer of his desk. He might give them to her one day once she will be ready to reciprocate his love.

Yoongi was convinced that it was destiny that she came upon the warehouse, as if God was leading her to his arms, where she belongs. At least according to the young leader of the clan. Y/N’s arrival to his land was unexpected and it certainly changed the whole trajectory. And that was one of the pivotal moments when he decided to rethink his steps.

This unforeseen encounter planted the seeds of a different kind of connection, one that deviated from the cold calculations of alliances and power and dark intentions loomed over the young Kkangpae Min.

Yoongi used to see marriage as a means to an end, a pragmatic choice made in the pursuit of power and influence. The emotions that typically accompanied such unions were to be set aside in favour of the greater goal at hand.

But her presence started to overshadow the original intentions of the alliance. How she fought him, stood her ground — all just made him want her more. As he found himself captivated by her company, the cold calculations of the former plan began to waver and he was decided.

The Yakuza’s move was thought-through, he did not expect any less—a challenge issued with violence and bloodshed and in the midst of celebration, chaos erupted. Min with his bride long gone to safety. Masked assailants, clad in the insignia of the Yakuza, stormed the hotel and one would think this is the end. But this conflict was nowhere near the grand finale.

At the time of the awaited attack of Yakuza men, echoes of screams of agony and crackling fire were far too loud. A clear symbol of the arising power of the Min clan. The two generations of Yamamoto's men, father and son, now lay as nothing more than ashes.

The night, which should have been a tender moment of intimacy, became the stage for a chilling chess move. As Yoongi and Y/N shared the vulnerability of their union, the Min clan, under his orders, descended upon the Yakuza with a relentless fury.

The sound of gunfire and explosions echoed in the night, a symphony of retribution that played out against the backdrop far away from their marital chamber. While Yoongi claimed the innocence of his wife, he orchestrated the downfall of those who dared to challenge his dominion.

The puppeteer of this grim performance, ensured that their legacy was erased, their power dismantled, and their grip on the criminal underworld shattered. In just one night, the war that lasted years ended.

Infiltrating the Yakuza was a meticulous plan, and his true intentions were hidden even from those closest to him. As the Min clan annihilated the Yakuza in cold blood, the night drew to a close and only those who would bend the knee and pledge loyalty were spared.

The night had witnessed the birth of a new order and the song of the dead echoed whilst the former empire shattered into pieces.

Morning arrived with a soft glow, painting the room in shades of muted light where Yoongi’s fingers traced gentle patterns on her naked back.

“Breakfast is ready,” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss on her forehead. She nodded, wordless.

The table boasted an array of dishes, their enticing aroma filling the air. Yet Y/N could not eat yesterday nor today, the food simply did not go down her system.

Yoongi’s gaze remained fixed on her from time to time, while he was reading today’s paper the maid delivered together with the breakfast. His eyes, like a silent observer, bore witness to the aftermath of a night. Y/N’s eyes were bloodshot, cheeks stained with dried tears, her neck bearing bruises. Exhaustion weighed heavily upon her, yet he held onto the hope that all would settle now.

Yoongi sighed and reached into the pocket of his black vest.

“I have not read it,” said he once they finished eating breakfast and sat down in the lounge room. Y/N’s eyes moved to meet him, anticipating his next step. She did not want to speak to him. She did not want to look at him nor she did not want him to look at her.

“I appreciate that,” said Y/N, avoiding his eyes. Yoongi sighed again, reluctant to relinquish leverage over her, yet compelled to address the matter at hand. Deep down, he hoped the contents of the letter would bring her solace, perhaps even warmth towards him. Now, he stood as a fool in the pouring rain.

He carefully handed the letter, urging her to open it.

“Thank you,” she whispered, tearing open the envelope and extracting the yellowed paper within.

She looked at Yoongi one more time, and when she saw him spreading out the newspapers, she was glad he gave her at least some degree of privacy. Her eyes fell upon the cursive symbols of her beloved aunt’s handwriting.

The memories flooded back as Y/N read the words on the aged paper, transporting her to a time when life was less complicated. Yet, she remembers clearly the moment when the complications started to appear. She read the words, screaming at her whilst detailing Wang Xiaoqing’s declining health, her world halted.

The air grew heavy with a mix of medicinal scents and the weight of impending loss. Her aunt, a pillar of strength, lay frail on the bed, and Y/N’s heart ached at the sight.

As she recalls her last moments with her while reading the neatness of her handwriting Y/N finally sees the truth. Her breath caught in her throat, vision blurred by tears. Clutching the paper tightly, she read the words repeatedly, struggling to accept their meaning.

“I need you to understand, my dear,” her aunt’s voice, weakened but filled with determination, echoed in the room. 

“There are things, things I have kept from you to protect your mind and soul.”

Her aunt reached for her hand, the warmth of their connection grounding them in that vulnerable moment. The intricate dance between clans, the bloodshed, and the sacrifice her aunt had made to shield her from the harsh realities of their world.

“But it seems that my judgement was clouded—” In that moment, the room seemed to hold its breath, as if bracing for the revelation that would reshape the very foundation of her understanding. The vulnerability in her voice resonated with the unspoken sacrifices made for the sake of protection. Or at least that is what she thought she was doing by allowing Min Yoongi to take her into custody and use her as a leverage over the clans in negotiation of dominance.

“We do not have much time I fear,” her aunt continued, urgency etched into her every word. Y/N held her hand tightly, afraid to let her go.

“Once you burn me to ashes, I need you to run and not look back, Kai will help you get away—” a strong cough interrupted her speech and Y/N rushed to get her some tea to ease her throat. A bony hand landed on her forearm, stopping her in motion. Her eyes watered again at the sight of the state God let her aunt get in. Her fingers were turning purple and Y/N knew what that means. Oxygen was leaving her body and the end was near.

“Auntie—” she went to protest, at the time not understanding why she needed to run in the first place. But she listened carefully to her aunt closely when her sore and painful voice mapped out her next steps.

Back then Y/N wanted to believe it was a sacrifice born out of love and the desire to break free from the cycle of violence that had ensnared their family for too long. And her aunt presented her a chance to not be in the middle of the fire.

Peace was a fragile illusion. Min Yoongi may be a titan among the outside world, yet within the confines of his own home, his dominion was about to face its greatest challenge.

Yoongi, engrossed in his reading, spared his wife the intrusion of his gaze, allowing her the solitude to grapple with the weight of her aunt’s revelations. Not having a clue what the dying woman could write.

The revelations echoed in the silence of the room, and when Y/N finally looked up from the letter, her eyes met Yoongi’s. The vulnerability in that moment transcended the complexities of their current situation, forging an unspoken false connection on his side rooted in pain and the unravelling of hidden truths. In a burst of fury, she lashed out.

“You’re a fucking liar.”

An anger radiated from her, the heat rushing to her head. Yoongi’s eyes locked onto hers; he didn’t flinch at the sudden eruption of anger — it was nothing he didn’t already get used to. Instead, he folded the paper with deliberate care, setting it aside.

“Am I?” His response was laced with a hint of amusement, a calculated provocation that stoked the flames of her anger.

The contents of the letter, as it seems, are not what he hoped for. Nonetheless, he wondered whether he would fight this battle. Sooner or later she would learn the truth. It’s the timing that was not perfect and he knew it’s going to be hard to put the fire out.

“You manipulated her into agreeing—” Yoongi sucked the inner side of his mouth and released it with a loud click of his tongue, trying to compose himself for what is to come as she now knows.

“—with a choice, dove. A difficult one, yes, but she made the decision on her own accord,” Yoongi interjected, his voice maintaining a disconcerting calmness.

“You lied to her!” A wry smile played on Yoongi’s lips as he met her accusing gaze. Y/N was hanging on the farthest end of the branch and soon enough she would fall. Yoongi’s gaze remained fixed on Y/N, his calm demeanour a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her.

“She would not have approved if she knew of your intentions!” Yoongi leaned against a nearby table after he stood up, his gaze unwavering. He realised that what she is implying is true. But he also knew that this is not the world where Wang Xiaoqing would be stupid enough to give him her hand. She knew what it would mean.

“Power comes with a price. Your aunt understood that and made the necessary sacrifice.” Y/N scoffed at his words, incredulous. Yoongi’s response was a wry smile, a silent admission of guilt that he would never voice out.

“And what of my sacrifice? What about the life I wanted, the choices I never got to make? You took them from me!” He reached out to her, his fingers gently tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. Yoongi looked at her trembling lips and caught himself thinking how good they felt against his last night.

Y/N, caught between anger and grief, searched Yoongi’s eyes for any sign of remorse. Yet, all she found was the unwavering resolve of a leader who had chosen duty over sentiment.

Her patience was wearing thin, her anger boiling over like a cauldron on the verge of eruption.

“I did what I had to do for the survival of our clan—” she struck out, her hand connecting with his cheek in a resounding slap. Her whole body was shaking with grief, anger and hatred.

Yoongi’s head pivoted slightly at the sudden intrusion he did not expect. Yet, even as she railed against him, hitting him repeatedly, Yoongi remained steadfast. All the curse words she sent his way were only bypassing him. He knows she wouldn’t do this in normal circumstances. But to stop and think for a second — there were never normal circumstances to begin with.

“You took everything from me!” Her voice was a plaintive cry, a desperate plea for justice in a world gone mad.

“I gave myself to you!” She screamed furiously. Yoongi’s eyes, usually calm and collected, flickered with rage. She glared back at him, tears streaming down her face. The reality of her situation sunk in, and Y/N felt a profound sense of betrayal.

“You’re fucking liar Min Yoongi. You never fucking needed to-” Yoongi’s jaw tensed, the anger in his gaze burning like a smouldering ember. His calm façade cracked, revealing the storm of emotions within while she aimed to hit his face again.

“Are you done?” He forcefully grabbed her wrists, stopping her, holding them tightly while he pulled her towards him. She shook her head, trying to break free from his grasp to make more damage. Y/N refused to yield.

“Fucking listen to me, Y/N,” he spoke through gritted teeth, his voice a low growl.

“Yes, I lied to your aunt because I knew where your ambitions lay and where she wanted you to be.” His grip tightened as he continued, his words cutting through the charged air. She shook her head in disbelief, struggling to break free from his hold as he violently pulled her back.

“I knew she would never give me her blessing to marry you!” Y/N’s eyes widened with a mix of surprise and realisation of his confession, confirming the contents of the letter.

“So you fucking tricked her,” she gritted through her teeth. Min Yoongi never intended to send her overseas, just like he promised the dying woman. All this time, she blamed her aunt for choosing her path, unaware of Yoongi’s manipulations.

“I could have slaughtered the whole Triad. Think of this as me being merciful.”

The weight of his words settled in the room, a heavy silence following his chilling revelation.

“You even fooled my father into thinking this is all my aunt’s doing,-” she whispered unbelievably, her voice laced with a bitter realisation. Yoongi’s expression remained impassive, but the truth lingered in the air like a haunting melody.

“You made a promise to her that I will be safe overseas, so why am I here, Yoongi?!”

“Because I fucking fell in love with you!” he exclaimed, his voice rising, his eyes searching for any kind of emotion that would show that she understands his doings. Of course she does not understand, after all, he does not understand how much damage he has done either. He is selfish and he always will be.

“You betrayed her trust!” Y/N’s eyes, on the other hand, searched for any sign of remorse, any glimmer of the man she thought she knew. He exhaled heavily, the weight of their tangled destinies pressing down on him.

“It was either marrying you and having a legitimate claim or bloodshed. Would you rather the worse option?” Y/N’s gaze wavered between anger and hurt, her surroundings fading away.

“You justify cruelty with some deluded sense of righteousness,” she said, her voice strained from the last vestiges of her strength.

“You’re part of this world, part of my world, whether you like it or not—”

“This was never about Yamamotos right?—” She looked right into his eyes, scanning the angry red scar that ran up in his brow that he now raised at her remark.

“—you are going to break the alliance with my father the first chance you get. That is what you mean by legitimate claim, am I fucking right Yoongi?!” He clenched his jaw, frustration etched on his face. Y/N had seen through his carefully constructed façade.

“You only fucking love yourself and your fucking clan!” He hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words but whence she decided that getting physical with him again is the answer — he snapped.

His hand forcefully clutched her jaw in a tight grip, just like when she first opened her eyes under his imprisonment. The wall met her back and she gave out a painful yelp. He closed the proximity to her face and spoke the words right to her ear while watching her struggle to get out of his grip.

“One of the things I love about you, dove, is your cleverness. But this little clever girl needs to finally learn her place,” he said, his words seething with control. She was whimpering in his grip that got tighter and tighter with each word he uttered.

“I took you for a wife so when I blow the brains out of your Sire’s head and take over his Triad, I will be unopposed, that is the truth, now—” Y/N’s eyes widened in both shock and fear as Yoongi’s words penetrated the air around her.

The force of his grip on her jaw made her gasp, the pain radiating through her face. The cold, unyielding wall at her back provided no escape, and she felt a surge of helplessness as his words sank in.

“Yet, out of the love I have for you, I have ensured your lovely sister will have her place within our clan and your mother will be taken care of. It’s the little boy you are afraid I might hurt, innit?” The mention of her family sent a shiver down her spine, and her eyes flickered with a mix of dread and anger.

“Well let us say, if you shall not force my hand by your shenanigans, I shall spare him.”

“You are a psychopathic monster,” she hissed through gritted teeth, her voice barely audible as his grip was not allowing her to speak properly. He chuckled, a dark sound that sent shivers down her spine.

“You were not saying that when I spilled all my love inside of your cunt, claiming you” his lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, cupping her womanhood with his free hand.

“You have no choice in this, dove. You are mine, bound by vows and blood. And when the time comes, you shall see I am the only one who can protect you—” his lips dangerously close to her ear now moved, laying a small peck on her wet cheek, right under her eye.

“—to provide for you,” his lips brushed upon her skin moving to lay another peck to her forehead. Tears streamed down her face.

“—to love you.” He finished, pressing his lips to hers.

“I wanted you from the very beginning. It was always you,—” She narrowed her eyes, a fire igniting within her despite the fear. The taste of his lips lingered on hers as Yoongi pulled away, his eyes fixed on her tear-stained face.

“—even if I would slaughter every member of your Triad, I would have spared you, my love.”

“I would rather die,” she spat at him, a small act of defiance in the face of his cruelty.

“Death is easy, dove. It’s the living hell I can create for you and those you love that should terrify you—” He traced a finger along her jaw, a sickening smile playing on his lips.

“Even the strongest wills can be broken, I still have some ways to make you obey and be a dutiful loving wife.”

“I will not become the submissive wife you fantasise about.”

But the scarred leader had a trick up his sleeve that only time will show whether she will need that kind of fixing.

“You are a challenging one, and I do love a good challenge. However, your defiance is only temporary,” he smirked, a predatory glint in his eyes.

Y/N recoiled, a sense of dread settling in her stomach. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his plans, something insidious lurking beneath the surface. The scarred leader had shown a glimpse of a darker side, a side that made her shudder with apprehension. The voices in her head never left and now they were louder than ever.

“In the end, you will crave me,” his words echoed, each syllable dripping with a sinister certainty. “—And what a good life I can offer. I have all the time in the world to make you mine. Soul and mind.” He continued his monologue. She clenched her fists, steeling herself against the onslaught of doubt and fear.

“If my mind does not betray me, I told you what will happen once you disobey me again, did I not, dove?” her heart pounding in her chest as Yoongi’s words sent waves of revulsion through her. She fought against the oppressive grip on her jaw, her eyes ablaze with a mixture of defiance and fury.

“How exactly did I disobey you, hm?” she demanded, her voice rising with each word.

His chuckle resonated in the room, and he released his hold on her jaw. Y/N slumped against the wall, gasping for a deep inhale of air. The tears blurred her vision and her head seemed too heavy. Yoongi took the little bell on the side table, turning to Y/N, a cold glint in his eyes.

“I assume, the last time I disciplined you, was not simply enough.” He carried on without taking her comment to notice. She struggled to regain her composure, wiping away the tears that clouded her vision.

His fingers toyed with the small bell in his hand, and the room seemed to constrict around her.

The sound of the bell echoed, a disconcerting prelude to what awaited her. Yoongi’s gaze bore into her, a chilling determination evident in his demeanour.

“It seems you need a little reminder.”

Y/N’s pulse quickened, her mind racing with the fear of the unknown. She heard footsteps approaching the room and her head swiftly turned to follow the sound.

“Yoongi—” she pleaded. He remained unmoved. The approaching footsteps grew louder, and a sense of dread settled in the pit of her stomach.

“I hope this will be the final lesson, dove,” Yoongi said, the edge of cruelty evident in his voice. When she saw him reach for the walther in his holster, her pleas became more urgent.

“I am sorry, that’s what you want to hear right, Yoongi? I am sorry!” she implored, her voice shaky with a blend of terror and disbelief. “I will do whatever you want, just don’t—”

But her words were cut short as Yoongi’s hand gripped the handle of the walther. The room seemed to close in around her, the walls similarly closing in on the remnants of her hope. His gaze remained cold, his resolve unyielding as extended hand with the gun in his grip aiming for the incomer sliding the hanji paper door open.

Yoongi’s gaze shifted toward the figure entering the room, and Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. Panic surged through her as she redirected her plea, desperately trying to avert the impending danger. His finger hovered over the trigger. He patiently waited till the door slid all the way in before loading the gun that alarmed Y/N even more.

“Yoongi stop, let us talk—” he had to laugh at how quickly he can have her on chokehold, smothering the fire in her. He was having none of it this time.

But before she could act, Yoongi’s grip tightened on the gun, his finger inching closer to the trigger. The figure in the doorway froze, sensing the danger that lurked in the scarred leader’s cold gaze.

Y/N needed to think quickly, her gaze momentarily meeting the poor made, stopping to look her over, she gulped down. It was her. The young girl’s tears were already falling to the wooden floor once she slumped down to her knees and begged for her life, just like she did months ago near the koi pond that she almost drowned in.

“I told you the Lord has a plan—” Y/N closed her eyes shut tightly, trying to think of a way to save the girl’s life. She owes her so much already and she certainly does not deserve to die because the man cannot handle being rejected each time there’s progress within the messed up relationship he formed in his deluded head.

Her palms pressed to her eyes she breathed the air in. With a surge of determination, she stepped forward, her heart pounding in her chest. Yoongi’s gaze bore into her, his cold eyes reflecting the twisted depths of his obsession.

With a deep breath, Y/N made her move. Ignoring the fear that threatened to paralyse her, she closed the distance between them in a swift motion. Her hand reached up to cup his cheek, her touch gentle yet calculated. His gaze locked with hers in a silent battle of wills. It confused him. What does she think she is doing? The scarred leader was too selfish to stop her. Feeling her warm hand on his cheek made him lose his hardened features.

If he could rule with fear and violence, she can rule with the love he desperately wants her to reciprocate, even if it will be pretended. And pretend she planned to.

Y/N was not stupid, she knew he would not believe her one bit that she is going to be a pitch-perfect mafia wife overnight. But gradually, till she can think of a way to leave. A plan was already writing itself in her conflicted mind. For now, she needed to get the girl out of danger, and if she had to forget about where she was standing and with whom, she would. For a life that can be spared.

And then, without hesitation, she pressed her lips to his in a desperate kiss. It was a gamble, a risky move born out of necessity. But in that fleeting moment, as their lips met in a deceitful embrace, Y/N prayed it would be enough to distract him.

Her heart raced with adrenaline as she poured every ounce of determination into the kiss, willing him to succumb to the illusion of affection. She could feel the tension in his body, his grip on the gun momentarily faltering as she moved her lips against his.

Yoongi was too taken aback to react differently than kissing her back as if this was the last time he was. She used his own tactics against him, and for a fleeting moment, it seemed to pay off. Winning this round with flying colours as the gun with a swift motion was sent clattering to the floor. The sound echoed through the room.

When Y/N finally parted from him, her eyes filled with determination, Yoongi chuckled softly, the façade of affection slipping away. Yoongi took an estranged string of hair and tugged it behind her ear.

“I told you your defiance is only temporary.”

“And you just proved your threats are empty.”

She refused to let his words intimidate her, to succumb to the fear that threatened to consume her. She knew Min Yoongi’s weakness all too well.

Her — it was her greatest advantage now, and she planned to use it to its fullest extent. Her defiance was far from being temporary. One step at a time; she planned to win.

Y/N watched the falling snow from the Cadillac’s window, her mind swirling with the events that had transpired. Min Yoongi sat beside her in stony silence, still seething from their confrontation. He dragged her to the car kicking. His pride was wounded by her defiance. Again. But she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her falter, of breaking under the weight of his control.

This was not the right time for her shell to crack. He needed her composed and Y/N was not feeling like a puppet he has had made of her these past months. He overstepped the line with the knowledge that and in their world, truth can kill.

He dusted his coat and hat from snow once they stepped inside of the hotel they vacated not even a day ago. Y/N felt small once she walked by his side, not because he would intimidate her, that was never the case — her eyes creeped at the hallway where her body was pressed to the wall, strong hand on her neck.

A sense of unease settled over her. She raised her own hand to touch the still sore space covered by the neckline of her qipao, white fur coat draped around her shoulders.

His sharp eyes noticed it and for a fleeting moment he paused, his gaze softening imperceptibly as it fell upon Y/N’s form. Despite the coldness that often characterised his demeanour, there was a flicker of something akin to remorse in his eyes.

That is where Min Yoongi’s remorse lies. He did not regret taking her as wife, he did not regret all the lies, damage and deception he employed to achieve so, what he did regret was her getting physically hurt. He regretted listening to her sister when she said he should stay with the guests instead of attending to you. But as quickly as it had appeared, the moment passed, and Yoongi’s expression hardened once more.

She followed him into the dining hall, her steps hesitant as they walked side by side. The room erupted into applause once they stepped in. The sound echoing off the walls in a cacophony of celebration of the genocide they just performed.

The celebration was a mockery of the destruction they had caused, the lives they had taken in the name of power. Y/N scanned the faces in the room, searching for her family among the crowd. Relief washed over her when she saw Xiaoli, hanged on the arm of Kim Taehyung; she nodded, a silent reassurance that they were safe.

There is never a guarantee that ordinary civilians won’t be harmed as that’s how clan’s limit the possibility of attacking the headquarters which were strategically located in the heart of the city. Therefore, no assurances that innocent lives would be spared.

Her steps remained hesitant as they made their way through the crowded room. Number of men and women patted him on his back, congratulating him on the plan he orchestrated worked just right. And as she cast a glance at Yoongi, she couldn’t help but wonder whether they all would ever find redemption for the sins they had committed.

Yoongi raised his hand once they got in the middle of the dining hall, attempting to silence everyone. The room fell silent, all eyes turning to him expectantly.

But Y/N paid him no mind, her thoughts consumed by the dark undercurrents that lurked beneath the surface. She did not bother to pay attention to her so-called husband’s propagandic words to his blind worshipers. The voices in her head would outcry him or anyone else. For what little her ears caught, there was a sense of pride in his words, a conviction that they had done what needed to be done to protect their interests.

“We must remain vigilant,” he concluded, his voice a warning. “Our enemies may have been vanquished, but new threats will always emerge. We must stand together, united in our resolve to protect what is ours.” Yoongi’s gaze lingered on Y/N possessively. When his gaze fell back to the crowd, he saw his right hand man making a way to the centre, rather urgently.

“Excuse me,-” Yoongi murmured to those around him, his tone clipped as he stepped away from the crowd. He had little time for idle chatter, especially in the midst of their celebrations.

Namjoon’s expression was grave as he spoke, his words measured and deliberate. “There’s been a development,-” he began, his voice becoming too low to understand what he was saying. Y/N’s eyes flickered to all of them before they landed back on Yoongi and still whispering Namjoon.

Yoongi’s expression remained unreadable as he listened to Namjoon, his features schooled into a mask of stoicism. But as Namjoon’s words sank in, a flicker of something dark and dangerous glinted in his eyes. As Yoongi turned to face her, his gaze piercing and intense, she could not predict what was going to happen.

The scarred leader encouraged everyone to continue with celebrations with a big smile plastered on his face, his voice ringing out with false warmth and cheer. But the persona was long gone once he turned to face the group of his most trusted man.

“Tae, take Xiaoli to her room and come back, the rest, office now—” Yoongi ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

“I’m going to see Bó Chéng and Ma, Yoongi.” She announced, interrupting the stream of his command. Yoongi’s gaze snapped to Y/N, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before his expression hardened once more. He attempted to make a reasonable argument why she cannot go, but there was none, only his selfishness remained. Clutching his fist tightly, he spoke.

“Thirty minutes, then I need you downstairs.” Yoongi’s jaw clenched as he struggled to contain his frustration. Y/N nodded curtly, she knew that this is a rare occasion that he would agree without a fight.

“Dove?” Yoongi called when she turned to walk away. He hesitated for a moment, his thoughts racing as he searched for the right words. The darkness and possessiveness that loomed over him overshadowed any kind of sincerity he wished he would say instead.

“Do not make me come and get you.”

The atmosphere was heavy with tension as Yoongi sat behind his desk, his expression unreadable as he listened to the reports from his subordinates. The news of Chanyeol’s demise lingered in the air like a dark omen, casting a shadow over the room.

“Are you certain it was a suicide?” Yoongi’s voice cut through the tense silence of the room.

“They found him hanging in his cell,” Namjoon replied, his tone cautious. “No signs of foul play.”

Yoongi’s mind raced with questions. The absence of a trial meant that Chan-yeol’s fate had been sealed, his sins catching up to him in the most final of ways.

“His death was inevitable,” Yoongi murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation. “But it serves as a reminder to all who dare to betray us.”

“He fucking deserved to have his balls cut off, Hyung.” The youngest member of the board spoke with venom in his voice. The sentiment was shared by many in the room, but Yoongi knew that dwelling on revenge would only serve to distract them from their true objectives. Nonetheless, he silently nodded in agreement.

“Are all our goods secured, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi shifted the conversation to more practical matters, his focus unwavering despite the weight of recent events. Their operations could not afford to falter.

“They’re secured, Hyung,” Jimin replied, his tone confident. “We’ve taken the necessary precautions to ensure our assets remain protected.”

“Good,” Yoongi said, his voice firm. “We can’t afford any mistakes. Keep a close eye on everything, and report any unusual activity immediately—”

“What is it, Yoongi?” The doctor’s voice resonated throughout the room. He was sitting near the fireplace, nursing a glass of liquor in his hand, his eyes sharp and thin while looking at his brother and leader.

The moment he stepped inside of the hotel, Seokjin knew something had happened that got under Yoongi’s skin. The only reason is still absent in this room, her time slowly waning.

Yoongi’s gaze flickered towards Seokjin, his brother’s interruption breaking the flow of their conversation.

“We have matters to attend to, Seokjin,” Yoongi replied, his tone clipped but not unkind. “Important ones.”

“Rumour has it—” he stood up, ignoring the scarred boy’s dismissal he had known forever, Seokjin’s eyes bore into Yoongi’s, a silent challenge passing between them.

“That while you celebrate the victory, your own household is on fire.” Yoongi’s jaw tightened, a silent acknowledgement of the truth in Seokjin’s words.

“So tell us what is bothering you.” Despite his efforts to maintain his composure, he couldn’t entirely mask the unease that gnawed at him. Reaching the spot where his bride imprinted her hand earlier, he spoke.

“She knows Wang Xiaqing did not give me any blessing to marry her.” He could visibly see his right-hand man pressing his fingers to the root of his notes and sighing loudly. The youngest could not help but chuckle at his leader’s words as he sympathised with Y/N to most. Not enough to help her out of this situation though.

Seokjin’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, his gaze locking onto Yoongi’s with intensity. The revelation hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the room.

“And how did she come to know this?” Seokjin’s voice was low, a mixture of concern and curiosity. Yoongi’s jaw tensed, his expression clouding over with frustration.

“I gave her the letter without reading it first.”

“Yoongi why the actual fuck you would do that?!” Namjoon’s voice cut through the tension in the room, his anger palpable. Yoongi’s gaze hardened as he turned to face Namjoon, his frustration simmering beneath the surface.

“Because she was making good progress, and I couldn’t deny it any longer,” Yoongi replied. Namjoon’s expression softened his features, reflecting a mix of sympathy and understanding.

“It does not matter, Hyung, she is your wife and that cannot be undone, right?” Hoseok’s voice carried a note of reassurance when he softly smiled at him.

Seokjin held up a hand, silencing the room. His pointing finger aimed at Yoongi next. “Yes, whatever happens, she is still your wife.”

“Yeah, well, go and tell her that, see if she listens.” Yoongi muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration, sinking back to his armchair. Namjoon exchanged a knowing glance with Seokjin.

“Does she know about your plans for her father’s Triad?” Namjoon’s question hung in the air, injecting a new layer of tension into the room.

Yoongi’s hand was pinching his lip when the question was raised. His eyes on neither of the men questioning him.

“She figured,” he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Seokjin’s expression tightened, his gaze narrowing as he processed Yoongi’s words. Namjoon’s eyes widened in surprise, his brows furrowing with concern and the rest of the man reflected the same kind of emotions.

“Hyung, but you just said she made progress, right? All will be good.” Namjoon’s question hung in the air, injecting a note of uncertainty into the conversation. Yoongi’s jaw clenched, his mind racing as he considered Namjoon’s words. He had believed that Y/N understood her role in their world, but recent events had shaken that belief to its core.

“I thought she did,” Yoongi murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “But now, I’m not so sure.” The remaining six were staring at their leader, expecting them to fill him in. They needed to know the situation in case little Mrs Min attempted to ruin every ongoing operation by running away.

“Well then, humble her like you always do—” Namjoon began, his tone suggesting a ruthless solution to the problem. The rest of them were not as right with their brother’s drastic intentions. Apart from Seokjin, he knew the young gal enough to know that being soft wouldn’t move her. But Yoongi’s interruption cut through the air like a knife.

“She said my threats are empty.”

The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of Yoongi’s words hanging in the air.

“Fucking show her they are not, Yoongi. You’re the Kkangpae, and she is your wife, goddammit.” Namjoon’s frustration boiled over, his voice laced with urgency. They needed her well, alive and here as an obedient and loyal wife.

Yoongi had given her the chance to do so willingly, he had even gone against his trusted men’s words when he suggested she be involved in the business however she liked. He tried to play nice numerous times. In his mind. Not in hers.

Yoongi shall never fully scope how much he took from her. He is selfish enough to never even accept the possibility of letting her go for the better course in their damaged relationship. He always ruled with fear and kindness was only recently added to his vocabulary once he fell in love with her. Deeply, quickly and too hard. Whether he was willing to make that sacrifice, to truly change the way he ruled his empire, remained to be seen.

He wanted to mould her into the perfect wife for a Kkangpae. But he also wished that she would reciprocate his love. He had demanded too much of her, without ever truly understanding the cost. And as he looked around the room at the faces of his most trusted allies, he realised that he was not the only one who had underestimated the strength of her will.

Every one of them thought this matter would be solved after the wedding and she would slowly succumb to what life they offered her. But if there was one thing he was certain of, it was this: he would do whatever it took to keep her by his side, even if it meant confronting the darkest parts of himself in the process.

“I can always fix her, Yoongi.” Yoongi’s jaw clenched as he processed the implication behind Seokjin’s statement.

“That shall be the very last option, aight?” Yoongi finally replied, his voice firm despite the doubt that gnawed at him.

They may not have agreed with his decision, but they recognized the weight of his words. And in that moment, Yoongi thought that he had taken the first step towards redemption. Only to fall back down for what he is going to do.

“You underestimate the power of discontent, brother,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “It festers, grows until it consumes everything in its path. You would do well not to ignore it.”

“I’ll handle it,” he said, his voice filled with determination.

The door creaked open, revealing a figure standing in the doorway. Fashionably late, she at least arrived after she made sure that her little brother and mother were safe and sound. She has put him down for his afternoon nap, promising him to make a snowman when he wakes up.

The men’s looks met her eyes with a hint of little something Y/N could not interpret.

“What is it?” She asked carefully, scanning their faces.

“We were just discussing some matters concerning the recent events.” Seokjin steadied his voice and fixed his tie.

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at the tension in the air, but she forced herself to maintain a calm façade. She stepped further into the room, her eyes flickering between the faces of the men gathered around the table.

“Is there something I need to be aware of?” she asked, her tone carefully neutral.

“Chan-yeol’s dead,” said Yoongi coldly. She swallowed hard, trying to process the information.

The tension in the room seemed to thicken as the men exchanged guarded glances. Yoongi’s gaze bore into hers, searching for any hint of vulnerability. But Y/N held his stare, refusing to show any weakness in front of him or his associates.

Truth to be told, she did not know how to feel. The man was an accomplice in an act not worthy of heaven’s gate after death. The numbness that was creeping in her brain was spreading further and further.

“Does Daiyu know?” She gulped down the question, avoiding direct eye contact with any of the men.

“She knows. There will not be any funeral as he was a traitor to our clan.”

In their world, traitors were dealt with swiftly and without mercy. There would be no mourning for Chan-yeol, no funeral to honour his memory. He had chosen his path, and now he would face the consequences.

Y/N breathed the thick air of the room deeply in and licked her lips, her teeth scraping the bottom lip, a subconscious gesture of anxiety. The world of the Kkangpae was unforgiving, its rules and consequences absolute.

“Well, if you excuse us Buin, we shall take our leave.” Hoseok sensed that it was the right time to flee this room before more private and intense conversations could start between the man and his wife.

“Of course,” Y/N replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She watched silently as the men filed out of the room one by one, their expressions unreadable as they passed her by. Alone in the room with Yoongi, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that they will not have a pleasant conversation.

She turned to face him, searching his expression for any sign of what was to come. Their inner problems were never concluded, rather set on pause and Y/N had a hunch that Yoongi would not let her earlier shenanigans go.

“I want to speak to her, Yoongi.” She knew that asking to speak with Dayiu was a bold move, especially given the recent events and the strained dynamics between them.

“Why?” he asked, his tone betraying none of his thoughts or emotions.

“I want to express my condolences.”

“Condolences?-” he echoed, the scepticism evident in his tone. What kind of condolence she wanted to express when the very same man was an accomplice of such a sinistrous act.

“She lost a husband and the little boy lost his dad—” He knew Y/N well enough to recognise when she was being genuine and when she was attempting to manipulate the situation to her advantage. There was a flicker of something in his eyes, a hint of guardedness, perhaps even suspicion.

“Do you want to perchance tell her to run, dove?” Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at the directness of his question.

“I want to offer my condolences sincerely,” she replied, her voice steady despite the tension in the room. “Whatever may have transpired between us should not affect her, Yoongi.” Yoongi’s gaze remained fixed on Y/N, assessing her words and the sincerity behind them. She meant to say that whatever happens in their messed up relationship, Diayu should never be used as bargain anymore.

“I agree. But you just won’t ever learn, will you?” Their eyes locked, each of them holding their ground in the midst of their complex emotions.

“Yoongi, you ruined my goddamn life. Please don’t expect me to play house with you.”

“I’m offering you the life of a queen and all I ask for in return is obedience, perhaps love in time.” She heard this kind of proclamation way too many times for it to waver her.

“Well, I certainly did not ask for it.” She clasped her hands together, aiming to leave the room and find her cousin.

“Sit your ass back down. I’m not done.”

Y/N froze at Yoongi’s command, her muscles tensing as she slowly turned back to face him. Despite her inner turmoil, she complied, sinking back into the chair with a heavy sigh.

“You needn’t tell her to run. I have no intention to hurt her in particular. She played her part.”

“What else do you want from me, Yoongi?” she asked, her voice laced with frustration and exhaustion, not believing a word he was saying. “Haven’t you taken enough?”

“You needn’t concern yourself with her fate. Focus on your own.” Y/N’s heart sank at his words.

“I want you to see that everything I do, I do for us. For our future.” Y/N’s eyes narrowed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. Yoongi’s jaw clenched, his frustration palpable.

“I won’t be a part of your game anymore, Yoongi,” she declared, her voice unwavering. “I won’t—” a knock on the double door echoed, interrupting her.

Yoongi’s gaze flickered towards the door, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his features before he composed himself.

“Come in,” he called out, his voice firm. The siblings came just in time. Afterall, the Kkangpae requested their presence.

Dayiu’s eyes were red and swollen, a testament to the grief she carried, while Kai’s expression was hardened, unknowingly walking to a trap.

She greeted the young Kkangpae with a respectful bow. Kai remained silent, his eyes darting between Yoongi and Y/N.

Y/N watched the interaction, her earlier confrontation with Yoongi momentarily set aside in the face of a new development.

The room teetered on the edge of chaos she obviously did not see coming, and the consequences of this confrontation were poised to reshape the dynamics in their relationship. For good, he hoped.

They exchanged small talk with their leader while Y/N sat there silently. Only now and then did she raise a sympathetic look Daiyu’s way. She did not have a chance to speak with her since Chan-yeol drugged her and sold her out just to betray the very same man months later.

Y/N wished to apologise for every single unpleasant discontent she caused to her because of the fire she burnt Yoongi with.

Leaning in close to Daiyu, Y/N whispered her apologies, her words a quiet admission of remorse for the pain she had inadvertently caused.

She reached out, squeezing Y/N’s hand in a gesture of understanding her desire to live her life the way she wants. Diayu shares the same ambition now that her husband is no longer in the picture. But that is, of course, not going to be granted.

As she was not paying attention to what Yoongi and Kai are further discussing, a mistake on her part. The next shocked her to the core.

Kai went to stand up just to be sent flying to the ground by Yoongi knocking him down. Y/N’s heart lurched with horror.

“Yoongi, what the fuck!” Y/N yelled, shielding Diayu with her body.

“Missus Park?” Yoongi called. “I would rather you not stay for the next couple of moments.” Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at Yoongi’s words.

“You see, Missus Park. I need to show my wife just how much my threats are not empty.” His voice was full of violence and Y/N’s heart pounded too loud and hard. She shot a concerned look at Daiyu, silently communicating her support and urging her to leave the room.

“Both of you. Leave, right now!” With a nod of understanding, Dayiu rose from her seat, casting a final glance at Y/N before quietly exiting the room. Panic surged through her veins as she watched Daiyu leave the room, her gaze fixing on Kai, struggling to stand up and run, his eyes reflecting fear.

Yoongi’s gaze locked onto hers, his expression dark and foreboding. She knew she couldn’t escape his wrath, not now.

“Yoongi, stop!” Her palms blunt against his torso, trying to stop him from proceeding further, just to be pushed back to the armchair, little too hard than Yoongi intended to. His mind and fists aimed at the younger boy’s face. Her words fell on deaf ears as Yoongi continued his assault, his rage unchecked and his fury unleashed.

The sickening sound of bone crunching beneath his blows and painful cries from Kai’s mouth was haunting the room. Yoongi dragged him to the nearest wall and pressed his head tightly to the concrete with his hand. The skin of his knuckles was torn and full of blood. Not as much blood as Kai’s face produced after being beaten numerous times. Kai’s painful cry got louder once Yoongi kept pressing his cheek to the wall.

With each crunch of bone and each agonised cry that echoed through the room, Y/N’s desperation grew. She knew she had to act, to do something to protect Kai from further harm.

“Yoongi, this is all me. Punish me!” She scrambled to her feet, her hands shaking with fear and adrenaline as she desperately tried to intervene, to stop Yoongi from inflicting any more harm on Kai. She did not expect him to take a hit on Kai, he followed his orders thoroughly, the younger boy even pledged his loyalty to him. Y/N's mind scratched his name from the list, another mistake on her part.

Y/N’s voice cracked with emotion as she made her desperate plea, hoping to redirect Yoongi’s rage away from Kai and onto herself. She knew she was risking everything by putting herself in the line of fire, but she couldn’t bear to see Kai suffer any longer.

“I was thinking you know—” said the scarred leader. With each passing moment, the weight of their situation pressed down on her, threatening to suffocate her with its overwhelming intensity.

“Forbidding you from this and that won’t work on you nor killing a worthless maid—”

Yoongi’s voice trailed off, his gaze turning back to Kai, whose head was battered and bloodied pressed to the wall, so painful that his consciousness was waning. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she waited for Yoongi’s next move, unsure of what to expect.

“—but hurting someone you care about...” His voice was chilling, the threat implicit in his words. Y/N’s blood ran cold as she realised the full extent of Yoongi’s intentions. He was using Kai as a pawn in his twisted game, manipulating her emotions to bend her to his will.

“His life and blood are on your hands, love.”

She looked into Kai’s eyes, seeing the pain and terror reflected in them, knowing that his fate now rested in her hands. Yoongi did not plan to kill him altogether, he just wanted her to succumb to submission and obedience.

“No, Yoongi, please!” she pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion. But Yoongi’s expression remained cold and impassive, his resolve unyielding. She felt as though her soul was being torn apart, torn between her love for Kai and her desperate need to protect him.

She had had enough. She had seen enough. And she was ready to give up her life to save his. Y/N thought about this option way too often lately. Whether her sacrifice would be enough to save Kai from further harm remained to be seen.

In that moment of desperation and despair, Y/N’s mind raced as she weighed her options. The thought of sacrificing herself to protect Kai from further harm consumed her thoughts, and with a sense of grim determination, she reached for the same unfortunate knife that saved her from her father’s wrath before.

With a steady hand, she withdrew the weapon, its cold metal glinting in the dim light of the room.

“Y/N…” he had to look back at her twice before he realised what was going on. Yoongi’s gaze flickered toward her, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes as he realised her intentions. But before he could react, Y/N pressed the blade against her own throat, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and resolve.

“Let him go Yoongi, or I swear I will do it,” she declared, her voice quavering but firm. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they all grappled with the gravity of the situation. Y/N waited, her hand steady against her throat, her gaze unwavering as she dared Yoongi to make his next move.

Yoongi’s hand left the already fractured skull of his wife’s cousin, and Kai slumped down by the wall, grunting loudly. The scarred leader who thought is holding the young gal in chess mate was taken aback by the sudden turn of events.

“I let him go, baby, now put the blade away.” Y/N hesitated, her grip on the sharp letter opener tightening involuntarily.

The rush of adrenaline had drowned out her fear momentarily, leaving her with a fierce determination to stand her ground.

“No,” she said firmly, her voice tinged with defiance. Yoongi took a step towards her small form. Her eyes crimson red, tears streaming down as she said that.

“We can talk—”

“It always starts with a talk, Yoongi, doesn't it?” Y/N interrupted, her voice trembling with emotion but her resolve unwavering. She held the knife steady, its blade gleaming in the dim light of the room.

Yoongi’s expression darkened, a mixture of frustration and anger flashing across his features. He took another step closer, his gaze locked on Y/N’s determined face. He was afraid and the young leader was only afraid of one thing. Losing her.

“Love, fuck, please I beg you to put it down, baby.” Y/N shook her head again.

“I told you I am your weakness, Yoongi, now you see for yourself.”

For the first time in a long time, Yoongi felt truly afraid. Not for himself, but for Y/N. He knew that he had pushed her too far, that his actions had driven her to this desperate act. And as he stood before her, pleading to put down the knife, he couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that he had already lost her.

He had always prided himself on his ability to maintain control in any situation, but now, faced with the prospect of losing Y/N, he felt powerless. He made her go mad.

As Yoongi reached out his hand towards her, a silent plea in his eyes, Y/N knew she couldn’t back down. It is him who will never learn, not her. Pressing the knife tighter, piercing the first layer of the skin, painting the blade red. A thin crimson line trickled down her neck making Yoongi’s eyes widen in panic. She could not feel a thing through the adrenaline and post traumatic experience from the events that led her to close her mind and not feel, her eyes were still fixated on him and how terrified he looked.

“Y/N, please,-” he begged, his voice raw with emotion. Now it was her who remained unmoved, her eyes blazing with defiance as she held her ground.

“Say it, Yoongi.” She declared. Giving him the taste of his own medicine. And the dark sickening part of Yoongi knew that he had finally met his match. She wanted him to suffer just as much as he made her suffer.

“I’m so sorry, love,-” what he always forced her to say, thinking he is teaching her of accountability, now left his lips. Yet, he could never be accountable for his own actions, could he?

“You’ve taken my life from me!” her voice filled with bitterness and resentment.

“I know,-” he whispered, gulping down the lump in his throat. His voice was heavy with remorse that did not reach sincerity. “And I will spend the rest of my life trying—”

“Fuck you! You are like a broken record, a lying one!” She had seen through his façade, seen the darkness that lurked beneath his composed exterior, and she refused to let him off the hook so easily. But he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her, couldn’t bear the thought of spending the rest of his life haunted by the memories of what he had done.

“I will do everythi—”

“But you will never let me go.”

For a moment, Yoongi was speechless, his mind racing as he grappled with the realisation that he had pushed her too far. There were no words he could say to make her put the blade down from her neck. The absence of words only confirmed hers.

“The only blood I shall have on my hands shall be mine.”

He immediately crossed the distance to reach out - to stop her - to tell her that he would do anything to make things right, but he knew it was too late for that.

“NO!”

With a desperate scream from his mouth, Yoongi watched as Y/N swiftly swiped the blade against her own skin, cutting deeper, painting the qipao embroidered with pink roses and green leaves she was clad in crimson red with her hot blood.

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author's note: sheesh, here we go, i thought that no chapter will be hard for me to write since the last one, but this one did a number on me tbh. But more importantly for yall my beautiful chummers, if you feel like this is the end you imagined for lacrimosa and y/n, I strongly encourage you to not proceed to read the following chapters. Not every piece of media is meant for everybody and I totally respect if the way in which will lacrimosa continue won't be everyone's cup of tea or simply not the trope they wanted. I hold the pen and I love yall, I won't change the outline of lacrimosa I planned because of relativity tho. Therefore, those who are satisfied with this kind of ending - I love you, I'm grateful, and I thank you hundred times that you took the time to read this fic. Those who wants to follow the "couple" a bit more, stay tuned and patient for other chapters. I love you 🫧♡ ︎

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Living with two yanderes

Jungkook x y/n x jimin

❎warning❎ this story contains: violence and abuse

You were hit to the basement ground for the last time as jungkook left you, you laid there for a few minutes with a broken leg, a hurt arm, and a bloodied lip. You looked up seeing the basement door cracked open, he obviously did it in an accident as he would want to keep you there. He was always violent with you when you did something wrong in this case, you dropped a glass. But this was your chance to go to jimin, he was completely different he saw you as an angle and treated you like one all the time, never hurting you. Never.

You dragged yourself up the basement stairs only to be met with more where jimins room was, you would have yelled for him but you didn't know where in the house jungkook was and didn't want to be punished again. You dragged yourself up the stairs with silent tears running down your face in agony, you opened jimins door seeing him at his desk "jimin~ah" you quietly with a shaky voice. He looked your way then jumped out of his seat seeing you in your state, "angle, what the fuck happened? Let me treat you hurry" he said picking you up and quickly placing you on the bed. He pulled out his medical bag and started wrapping your arm, "angle what the hell happened" he asked full of worry "j-jungkook" you whimpered as he started to examen your leg. "Please make it stop"

You begged breaking his heart. "I'll make it better Angel don't worry, ". He fished wrapping and putting a cast on you but still needed to clean the blood of your face, he brought you to the bathroom gently holding your waist while cleaning you up when load footsteps shook you to your core. " what is she doing up here?" His tone was cold as you couldn't bring yourself to look his way "she came to me because of what you did to her. Jimin said back every with dark eyes, " she's supposed to be in the basement. Give her to me jimin" jungkook said grinding his teeth and suddenly grabbed your arm making you yelp in pain, jimin harshly punched him then pulled the door closed locking it. "Are you ok baby?" You nodded, jungkook was now pounding on the door and yelling "hey, why don't I run you a hot bath, he's going to be here for a while and I think it could help your muscles" you nodded being very comfortable around him. He ran the hit bath then helped you in, he washed your hair and softly clean most your body while being very careful, jungkook soon stopped and probably went back to his room since it was late "thanks jimin, I've always liked yoy more than him" he smiled and nodded. "Ok now let's get you out and into bed, you'll sleep with me so I can protect you for the monster"

Princess artwork

Yandere jungkook X y/n

❎warning❎ violence

Jungkook was having a meeting with a photographer for a photo shoot, but it wasn't at an office it would be held at his house. He was feeling nice today and let you be in the same room where they would be discussing the meeting. you sat on the couch with jungkook when the doorbell rang, "wait here." He ordered getting up to open the door "Mr.jeon?" The man asked with an open hand to shake which he took "come in" he said greeting him to the living room, the gust eyes wondered the walls filled with pictures of you and jungkook and the art. You and jk both drew it was one of your favorite things to do together, he hung up almost every piece of your art with only a few of his. The man's face showed discussed "this is my girlfriend" jungkook introduced you as you stood up to shake his hand.

"Should we get to work sir?" Jungkook asked only to be ignored as the man stepped closer to the wall looking at the art "I like this, I like it" he said pointing at jungkooks art, his finger move over to your two paintings of some realistic flowers "Mr.jeon, these must be your old peace, you've gotten much better. These are just straight up horrible" jungkooks eyes turned into a glare as you looked down in shame, those were your most recent paintings and you were so proud of them but not anymore. You quickly got up and walked to your shared bedroom, where you took down the down the three drawings hanging on the wall and placed them face down on the desk, "baby, what are you doing" he asked seeing you held your art "I don't want them up anymore." You said "don't be silly, these are wonderful. Don't listen to that bastard" he said taking hold of the frame trying to pull it out of your grip but you refused.

"Sweetheart, let go of the painting," he said with a hint of annoyance making you let go. He smiled and placed it back on the wall, "now, why don't you go take a shower while I finish my business" you nodded, he left your chin up and placed a kiss on your lips before leaving you. He walked downstairs then into the dark basement grabbing his bat from the corner and approached the man who was now tied to the chair and flicked on the small light from above, "you know I was really excited to do business with you, but then yoy hurt my Princess feelings" he said walking around the chair as the bat dragged behind him. "I-i didn't mean it, please let me out of here!" The man screams squirming in the chair, "you should have thought twice then, it's too late now..." He said swinging the bat over his shoulders

"Oh, and one more thing, try to keep it down, my princess doesn't like screaming very much."

Soft Yandere! Yoongi when you're on your period

Yandere yoongi X y/n

• he knew how you were on your period. You were always so soft and would cuddle upon his chest and watch cute puppy/cat videos on tv.

• he always keeps a box of tissues nearby for when you would cry from the cute videos or him being cute himself.

•if he has to go to work he will always bring chocolate home to you then whip your small tears when you thanked him

•he made it a promise to himself that during your week never to punish you since he knew you wouldn't act or say the things you did and that you were just hormonal, plus even when you did yell at him or snap you would take a few minutes to calm down on your own and come back and apologize to him with teary eyes, he would hold you and tell you he forgave you and wasn't mad.

•when you had cramps he would grab the heating pad if it was extra bad but if it was small he pulls you on his lap and rubs your stomach while he quietly shushes your painful whimpers

•made it his job to comfort you on your bad days and make your good one's even better

|Yandere hoseok| when a guard hurts you

Yandere hoseok x y/n

❎warning: violence❎

It was Sunday which meant hoseok was home all-day, you cuddled in bed together as a guard stood outside the door, they were normally outside but there were a few break-ins in the area and he thought it would be a good idea if some were inside. But one had been secretly hurting you and you were too afraid to tell hoseok about it so you hit your bruises. "Hobi, I'm going to make some popcorn" he pouted before letting you go "ok baby," he said as you got up and left the room. You headed down to the kitchen where he was. You didn't pay attention to him and went and put a popcorn bag in the microwave and leaned back on the counter accidentally pushing off a glass.

It shattered on the ground, you bent down and went to clean it up when you felt food shove you in the glass, three pieces were now stuck in your forearm as you let out whimper "aww poor baby" he mocked you. You felt his foot on the top of your head pushing it down closer to the glass "stop" you begged and shoved your face closer. "Get your nasty foot off of her" you could hear hoseok say in an angry tone, he had come down after he heard glass breaking and was now boiling with anger seeing your arm bleed and face being shoved near the glass. "Hoseok, " you cried for him, he walked passed you and started to beat the guards head in as the guard tried to fight back but was no match compared to hoseok.

He was about to deliver the blow that would kill him but felt your tug on the end of his pants and looked back at you seeing you're dazed eyes quickly letting the guard go and catching your head right before you almost passed out face-first into the glass. He picked you up and gently warped your legs around his waist and signaled the other guards to take care of the rest. He brought you upstairs placing you to sit up on the bed as he went to get his medical bag when he came back your eyes were slowly opening. He gently took your arm with tweezers and went into your skin as you let out a cry of pain, "sorry baby" he said before pulling the first one out then wrapping the cut, he did the same for the other one but the last one was going to be the most painful.

It was really deep in your skin he attempted to get his tweezers in as gently as possible but you flinched away pulling your arm back, he sighed before holding his hand out "give me your arms baby, we have to get out that last line ok?" He took hold of your arm and was finally able to get it out after some digging with his tweezers, you cried the whole time and cried on his shoulder afterward as he rubbed your back "don't worry baby, I made sure to punch him extra hard, no one can ever hurt you like that while I'm around"

| Yandere jimin | when you need to go to the hospital

Yandere jimin x reader

Warning: blood

It was 2 am, you and jimin were in bed cuddling, he had already fallen asleep and so had you but you were woken up by an unbearable pain in your stomach, you felt a substance come up your throat and you shot up racing to the toilet waking jimin up in the process. He ran after you thinking, you were trying to run away but noticed that wasn't the case when you bent down next to the toilet puking, he sat next to you rubbing you back and pulled back your hair when he noticed something very wrong. Your puck was red and smelled like blood, he began to panic in worry not knowing what to do as you felt the stabbing pain in your stomach intense, "jimin~ah! It hurts!" You cried.

"I know your puking up blood i-i don't know what to do. You know why I can't take you to a hospital right" he said in a panic, it's only been a few months since he had taken you from your home and made you, his and he didn't feel like he could trust you enough yet to take you out of the house yet since he was afraid you would run or yell for help or in this case tell the doctors. You turned around weakly crying from the pain "jimin~ah, please! I promise I won't tell anyone, scream or shout. Just, please make the pain go away, please jimin!" You begged before puking out more blood. He pulled you into his arms when you stopped and ran out of the house placing you in the car before rushing to the hospital, your his were closed shut as he continues to drive as fast as he could in the empty streets, he shook your shoulder quit harshly trying to awaken you "jimin~ah" you said weakly.

He pulled into the parking lot and ran to your side pulling you into his arms as he ran inside yelling for help, a doctor soon ran out with a wheelchair and asked jimin to place you in it. She ran to the emergency room as jimin explained what happened she nodded before entering the emergency room and jimin was stopped by another doctor "you can't go in there, sir" jimins eyes widened. "We will tell you her room number, what's your name, sir?" "Park jimin, her name is y/n l/n" the doctor nodded and brought him to a waiting room. Jimin sat in a chair his leg bouncing up and down at a fast pace, it went on for what felt like hours but it was only 30 minutes until a doctor approached him "Mr. Park, your partner should be fine now, but we are going to keep her for the night. She might have some pain in her stomach still and it will be hard for her to sleep" he nodded carefully listening to everything that censured you.

"Can i see her" the doctor nodded and gave the room number and he wasted no time running to your room. "Angel? How are you?" He asked sitting on the chair next to only to see you peacefully sleeping. A smile appeared on his face seeing his angel out of pain but would be up all night if you woke up in pain, plus he couldn't sleep knowing someone as beautiful as you could be so vulnerable if anyone tried to take you from him. He made him onto the bed with you making sure not to hit the iV attached to you.

He carefully picked you up moving you to lat between his legs as you rested against his chest as his arms laid around your waist. He watched you and the night sky when a smile appeared on his face "I'm so glad angel knows not to tell, what a good girl she's been"

| yandere hoseok | when you're a hybrid

Yandere hoseok x hybrid reader

Masterlist

°Most yanderes just had the delusion that they had to protect them from everyone maybe even the world but in this case, it was no delusion but a sad truth. The world was cruel to hybrids as they were being murdered everywhere and there were no laws for them.

°The way he met you was a nicer way, it was a hybrid adoption center, the place was not very nice from lack of money, but the moment he laid his eyes on you he knew you were his. When he signed the papers to take you, you were very she and full of anxiety since a lot of hybrids we're treated like slaves after adoption.

°He's always been the protective type anyways, so if you ever did go out in public not that he let you out very often, he would extremely protective. Riding a train? He would make sit on his lap. In the library? Makes sure no one was near you as you picked a book.

°Finds you extremely cute

° he wouldn't punish you very often despite how bratty you could be since he didn't want you to feel like be was a hybrid abuser, he wanted you to think of him as your safe place, a loving mate.

°punishments: spanking, pulling on your tail/ears

° rewards: walk in the park, special hybrid treats, and petting your head and ears

| yandere jungkook | being sick

Yandere jungkook x reader

Master list

Warning: controlling behavior

Jungkook hates when he's sick, he really hates it because it meant he was weak and what if you tried to run away would he have the strength to stop you? Well today he was very sick it was 5 am and he just finished puking his guts out, he got up and called for guards to come to the house which he never did but he had to, to make sure you wouldn't run away. Oh and even though he was sick he still wanted to keep an eye on you and keep you near him. He opened your bedroom door weakly walking over to your sleeping figure shaking you awake "baby, get up", you fumbled in the sheets before opening your eyes to a pale-faced jungkook " your sleeping in my room for the day, come on" he took your hand leading you into his room a got back into bed where he belonged and you crawled in next to him "jungkook a-are you sick?" He nodded "I have guards coming over so don't even think about running away, and if you try I won't hesitate to punish you after this goes away" he threatened "I won't, I promise"

You laid in bed for a few hours just sleeping and playing on his phone. You heard a deep growl come from him, his stomach "kook, I think you need to eat ill get you some water too-" "don't leave the room" you gulped "please, I promise I'm not trying to get away I'm just getting you food" there was a moment of silence "three minutes" he said letting go of your hand. You quickly went downstairs grabbing some food and water putting it on a tray and bringing it back to jungkook as the guards stared at you. You enter the room softly closing the door behind you see jungkook barely awake. You set down the tray and poked his shoulder "you'll have to feed me.." He said glancing at you before reclosing his eyes, "o-oh ok" you used your hand tilting his head up so he could have a sip of water.

You held a chip near his mouth and laughed as he tried to take it from you with his mouth doing the least amount of work, "are you making fun of me?" He asked "I'm sorry" he smirked at your reply "I'm just kidding, thanks for taking care of me baby" damn he might hate being sick but he was living for this feeling of you taking care of him.

| yandere jungkook | playing with a stalker

Yandere jungkook

Inspired by @bangtans-apollo Cards. (Day 2)Advent 2018

Master list

Warning: stalking, yandere behavior

It was around 2 am when your phone buzzed, you had just gotten back from a night shift and took a shower, you sat on your bed picking up your phone cozy in your pajamas ready to see your notification

Unknown: how was work? you look tired

It was that same unknown person, you had been getting texts from the same number every day and thought it to be a troll so you ignored it but now this was starting to frustrate you so you replied.

You: I'm sorry, i think you have the wrong number.

Unknown:....

Unknown: this isn't y/n l/n?

Unknown: i mean, i know it is, i can see you right now

He knows your name, and he can see you? No, you shook your head, it had to be some old guy or something from high school pulling a trick on you.

Unknown: what's wrong? You look confused. It's not too hard to see you, given that you have the enormous window inform of your room.

You could feel the hairs of your arm stand up, you hand 3 really big windows that stared into your second-story room. One big window in the middle and two smaller ones next to it. You slowly got out of bed not switching the light on and walked over to your window that was almost the size of the wall. You shined your phone light at the corner of the window seeing a man wearing a black hoodie and mouth mask sitting down on your roof while staring down at his phone, he looked up making eye contact with you. You screamed falling backward. He stood up placing both hands on the window, you watched as his eyes were big and he grabbed his phone and pointed down at it. You grabbed your phone from off the floor looking at the new text message

Unknown: please don't be scared!

Unknown:im not going to hurt you i promise..

Unknown: do you want to play a game? Let's play a game on the window. Grab two of those dry erase markers on your desk and give me one

You gulped before standing up to get them then going over to the window, you opened the smaller window but only slightly allowing him you grab a marker. You sat in front of the window watching as he drew a tic-tac-toe board and a circle you nervously drew an x across the board.

A while after you found yourself playing round 30 and your nerves have calmed down a little which concerned you a little. He erased the whole board and motioned for you to come closer. You did as he asked and moved a little closer, he began to doodle. When he was done you moved back and made a face that showed great surprise, he had drawn you. Your reaction seemed to please him as he started drawing more. You didn't seem to realize how tired you were until you laid down watching him doodling flowers and your eyes grew heavy before giving in only for a blink but ended up passing out.

You woke up to the sound of your alarm, you quickly sat up looking around seeing everything back in place as nothing happened. You picked up your phone seeing your messages open

Jk: sorry if this freaks you out but i didn't want to leave you to sleep on the cold floor. You left your window unlocked too but down worry i locked it on my way out so no one would break-in.

You smiled slightly at the text, you hope he- or jk comes to see you again, you know it sounds weird but he seems so sweet with his doe eyes

You: thank you jk, come back soon

Jk: i will, promise. :)

| yandere yoongi | basketball

Yandere yoongi x reader

Master list

Warning: kidnap

It had been two days since yoongi kidnapped you and took you to his mansion of a house. You stayed in your own room most of the day only leaving when yoongi called you out.

It was late at night, that was all you could tell since you couldn't seem to find a clock anywhere. "Hey, baby" you looked away from the window seeing yoongi at your doorframe. You didn't like that he called you baby since you've never met. "I'm going out back, come get me if you need me, ok?" You nodded.

After a few minutes of him leaving you decided to go to the kitchen hoping to get a snack but stopped when you looked through a big window that pointed out to a basketball court. You had thought you explored more than half this place already but obviously not. You got closer to the window seeing that the back yard was huge it had a pool and was closed off by a hug black fence and behind that was a forest. You were more excited about the basketball court though, you made a brave move to walk out the door.

Hearing the door open yoongi quickly shot his head over to you. "What's wrong? Need anything?" You shook your head. "I-i just wanted to play basketball," you said looking down, you heard him giggle, "you can play, just put my jacket on, it's cold." He said handing you his jacket. You put it on and he gave you the ball.

For the next hour, all you did was shoot baskets switching the ball to each other to shoot and you actually had fun. "We should go back in since it's getting late," he said holding the ball. You frowned "but we can play tomorrow!" He said quickly making you perk a smile. "Now let's go in and rest" you nodded following him. "Good night yoongi"

Can I please request a Yandere!Namjoon x shy/innocent fem!reader imagine with prompts 28 and 33, where Joonie had taken Y/n to his home, and of course being terrified, she locked herself in the room he gave her, refusing to come out. He loves her too much to not be able to see her. He somehow gets her to willingly open the door, and as she shyly (fearfully) cracks the door open, he eases her nerves and convinces her to come into his arms, successfully gaining a bit of trust (Manipulative!Joon)

| yandere namjoon | manipulation

Yandere namjoon x reader

Masterlist

Prompts used↓

"I'm begging you, please don't lock yourself in your room.

"No-no, it alright come here"

Waring: kidnap, manipulation, mention of drugging

Namjoon walked up the stairs, he opened your bedroom door seeing you still sound asleep. He checked his watch, the drugs he gave you should have worn off by now they weren't that strong. Just as he thought that you started sitting up, "oh, y/n" your eyes darted around the room before noticing him. You were silent in fear, "oh, um, you'll be living here from now on. I'm going to go make breakfast. I'll come to get you when I'm done" he said before leaving the room he really didn't prepare on what to tell you when you woke up.

You quickly got up locking the door and stepping back a shaky breath leaving your lips as your heartbeat ringed in your ears. He must have been your stalker whom you've been receiving letters from. You knew you should have called the cops.

Namjoon walked back up the stairs and knocked on your door before twisting the door nob. He cocked an eyebrow retwisting the door nob again and again, "fuck" he mumbled "y/n" "y/n, i got breakfast ready!" Still no reply "y/n i know you don't like it here right now and are scared but I'm begging you, please don't lock yourself in your room. Please I'm only trying to take care of you" he heard the click and took a few steps back. The door slowly creaked open as you looked him up and down "i-i don't have any weapon i swear" he said throwing his hands up then padding down his chest and pants, took a step closer but you took two back "No-no, it alright come here" he said backing up again, you stepped out of your room "come on-" he laid his hand out in front of you "take my hand, I'll lead you to the kitchen" he waits for your shaky hand to be placed in his before softly wrapping his fingers around your hand. "I made pancakes i hope you like them, " he said leading you to the kitchen. He smirked to himself, another victory.

Hi can i request number 17 of your yandere promotes list with jungkook. Thanks

| yandere jungkook | tinted

Yandere jungkook x reader

Masterlist

Prompts used

"Don't hurt a single hair on her head."

Warning: violence, yandere behavior, bad language

You and jungkook were walking around the park trail together, happily being romantic with each other, jungkook grabbed you by the waist and started to lightly tickling you, you broke free and started running. You turned around "come on jungkook you're not going to catch me!" You said running backward until you bumped into someone. "Oh- I'm sorry" you apologize to the man, "what's wrong with you?!" The man yelled raising his hand up in the air. You flinched covering your head, a few sounds went by nothing happened. You looked up seeing jungkook holding a death grip on the man's wrist "Don't hurt a single hair on her head." Jungkooks' voice was terrifyingly low making shivers go down your spine.

the man ripped his arm from jungkook, "then you should keep your whore if a girlfriend in her-" the man couldn't finish his sentence before jungkook threw a hard punch right at his face, jungkook was on top of the man beating him down. You were stuck in place. You had never seen jungkook be violent before, for all you know he was the sweetest guy on the planet but not anymore. You watched as jungkook let the guy go and ran away.

"You ok baby?" He asked, your eyes met his fist which was covered blood. You backed up a few steps, you were horrified. "Baby?" Jungkook reached out for you "don't touch me!" You yelled out tears in your eyes "baby...please don't be scared of me, i was protecting you. I'm sorry, i never meant to tint your innocents... Please forgive me"

| yandere bts ( maknae line)| you get kidnapped

Yandere bts x reader

Masterlist

Waring: kidnap, bad language

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Jimin

Jimin tightly cuddled your pillow tears streaming down his face. It had been a month since you disappeared and it had him completely broken. He wasn't able to touch you like every day, give you kisses, cuddle you, it drove him nuts.

He stopped sobbing when he heard a creek from downstairs, he had been paranoid about every sound since you left hoping it was you returning home. He knew it was probably nothing but he couldn't help himself. He threw himself out of bed running downstairs and to his surprise, you were home. "Baby girl!" He yelled running over to you and swiping you off your feet taking in your sent.

"J-jimin" you said in a raspy voice. He pulled away from you seeing your blooded clothes and face "oh my God baby, what happened- actually don't answer that, it's ok. Let's go get you in the bath we can cuddle while I clean you. Don't worry your safe now"

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Taehyung

You finally were able to sit up with a moan of pain. It had been so many days since you've been kidnapped and you started to lose track. When your eyesight bettered a gasp left your mouth seeing a phone left on the floor, it must have fallen out of your kidnappers pocket. You quickly crawled across the floor grabbing the phone quickly pushing in a former number before putting the phone to your ear while shaking

"Hello? Who is this-"

"T-taehyung" you cut him off in a shaky unstable voice. The line went silent for a second "princess?" You nodded to yourself with a little 'mhm' in response "taehyung I'm scared, please I don't know where I am" you pleaded holding back a sob. "It's ok baby, just stay on the line so I can trace the call ok baby girl?" You sniffled and nodded to yourself. You could hear his hard and fast presses of keys. "Princess, are you hurt?" He asked "I can't walk" he didn't reply much just with a huff. "I found you babygirl I'm on my way" you sighed in relief feeling safe and relaxed- but only for a moment. You could hear footsteps coming "t-tae, someones coming!" You sobbed "it's ok baby, I'll be right there ok, just stay calm" a whimper left your mouth as the door flew open. The man huffed in a fit of anger "what the fuck are you doing with my phone!" He yelled throwing a punch at your face.

"HEY" a deep voice interrupted and your captor was thrown off you as a gunshot rang in your ears. Suddenly you were being lifted off the ground by warm arms, you didn't need to open your eyes to know it was taehyung. You clung around him nuzzling your head into his neck "it's ok baby, your safe, now lets get you home"

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Jungkook

Jungkook could have been running for hours now, he lost track of time, but time didn't matter he had to get you back.

He had returned home from work seeing the door had been broken into and rushed to your room seeing someone dragging you out the window. Now he was trying to chase you and your kidnapper down in the woods. "Jungkook!" Your ear Piercing scream rang in his head "y/n?!" He yelled back trying to follow your voice. He ran as fast as he could until he tripped taking a sharp fall, when he looked back he saw he had tripped over you. "Oh my God y/n! Baby are you ok?" He asked ripping off the duck tape on your ankles and wrist. You nodded sitting up "i think he got scared and dropped me before running off," you said sitting up, "that's ok baby, I'll find him later but i have to get you to safety first," he said picking you up kissing your forehead.

| yandere jungkook & taehyung |

Yandere taehyung x reader x yandere jungkook

Master list

Prompts used

"What? Dos that feel good?"

"I heard you scream, nightmare again?"

Warning: violence, unhealthy relationship, toxic behavior, yandere theme,

"Jungkook please don't!" You pleaded as he chained your ankle to the poll in the basement. "I didn't flirt with him jungkook! I was asking for directions" you heard jungkooks scoff meaning, you weren't getting out of this "oh please, i saw the way you looked at him like a stray puppy asking for an owner" he picked up the knife from the table and firmly yanking your arm and cutting straight across "What? Does that feel good? Is that why you keep disobeying me?" You shock your head sobs pouring down your face "jungkook please!-"

"Y/n!" You jolted awake "I heard you scream, nightmare again?" You nodded as tae sat you up. "Here sit on my lap, the floor is cold" you moved onto his lap off of the cold basement floor. Taehyung was like the nice half of jungkook, he took care of you after punishments and treated you well though he had his 'times' of anger at you. Jungkook was cold a rough with you and was rarely kind. It was hard to believe the two of them were best friends.

"This is your last day of punishment baby, you're doing so well and when jungkook takes off your chains, you can come to my room! We can cuddle and maybe tomorrow we can go to the mall." He said rubbing your arms. 10 days you had been locked in the basement alone nothing to eat other than one meal tae brought you, you'd starve otherwise. Jungkook visited you every day but not for any good. Tae wasn't even supposed to see you according to jungkook.

"I got you some soup today baby," he said placing it in your lap allowing you to feed yourself. "We got 30 minutes until jungkook get back home ok baby" he warned you. You finished eating while tae massage your muscles and put some cream over your arms to help your wounds. "I got to get going now, ok baby? I'll see you later tonight" he said moving you off his lap and placing a kiss on your forehead and you placed one on his cheek. "Bye taehyung," you said waving to him as he walked out of the basement

Just a few minutes later and you heard the door reopen again "hello baby girl, ready for today's punishment?" You nodded closing your eyes. Hoping, praying, today would be easy on you.

| yandere namjoon | when a guard hurts you

Yandere namjoon x reader

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Warning: violence, toxic relationship, yandere theme, murder, manipulation

"Stop it! Please stop it!" You screamed manically trying to escape the tight hold of the guard's grip.

It had been another day of abuse from whom was told to protect you, you could never tell namjoon about it though no matter how much you wanted it to stop. The constant death threat he told about how he would kill namjoon the minute the words left your mouth terrified you, then who would protect you.

Another smake to your face and a kick to the stomach had you on the floor balling your eyes out. You were sobbing too loudly to hear that namjoon had just returned early.

He followed the sound of your sobs quietly until he was lead into the living room seeing the guard beating down on you, the guard he hired. He knew the man was much stronger than him and could overpower him easily so he couldn't go straight at him.

Namjoom crouched down behind a wall trying to make eye contact with you, and when he did he put a finger between his lips to shhs you as he began to sneak up on the guard. He pulled his knife out quickly throwing the guard's neck back slicing his neck before letting him drop to the floor before turning to you. "Ohh my baby, he hurt my favorite baby" he cooed picking you up gently, as he made his way to the bedroom, kicking the dead man's head aside as if a foreign object.

He placed you sitting up on the bed rubbing your arms in comfort, "my poor baby... I know that must have been traumatic for you baby why don't we do a therapy session tomorrow?" You nodded whipping your tears. "Alright baby, it's getting dark get some rest, I'm going to go deal with the mess ill join you later" you nodded as he placed a kiss on your forhead

Hi! Could I request a Yandere Taehyung obsessed with the reader having small mouth and hands? Thank you! Have a nice day 😊

| yandere taehyung | tiny

Yandere taehyung x reader

Warning: yandere theme, obsession

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Tae silently watched you from the kitchen. You sat on the couch quietly playing on his phone, he couldn't get over how cute you looked, your little fingers moved over the screen was adorable. Tae got up and sat next to you on the couch "baby" you looked up at him as he grasped your hand in his. "Your hands are so tiny" he cupped your tiny hand in both of his huge ones before laying a kiss on your knuckles. He put your hand down and raised his hand to your face, "my hand is big it can cover your whole face, you're so adorable" he traced his figure down your face stopping to cures your lips "your lips are my favorite, all mine that no one else can touch. Now cuddle me i want to feel your small hands wrapped around me"