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Facts.

She knows what exactly quenches her thirst

Earl's Court - right before Acquiesce

Eu não quero ir dormir, eu quero ficar no computador mesmo, a madrugada toda, ouvindo minhas músicas e pensando nas minhas coisas. 

Excepcionalmente hoje (e todos os dias) preciso que falem comigo com carinho, estou sensível e muito cansada (sempre)

É triste se identificar com esse post, mas hoje é uma realidade. Um dia… Pode ser hoje… Pode ser amanhã… Ou semana que vem!!!

Quem é intenso insiste muito, mas quando para de insistir, é na mesma intensidade.

Shattered by @antunesketch

Motive - JJK (m)

Well this certainly wasn’t how I thought this fic would go...

I started writing it in June and just yesterday got his with the inspiration to finish it so... Enjoy I guess.

It is super angsty and I’m not sorry. 

I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE.

Pair: Jeon Jungkook X Reader

Genre: ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST. Violence, slight non-con themes (due to alcohol consumption), Smut, mentions of blood and murder. Trigger Warnings.

Words: 12,680 (lol k bye for another three months... Jk jk).

Summary: You were the outcast. The one no one spoke to. They were the power couple, the ones people idolized. What happens when the loner is thrown into the spotlight. As a criminal?

Life is a series of battles. Many losses, few victories. However, we consider those successes because at the end of the day we learned something, right? That’s what you’d been taught your entire life. Fighting the uphill battle can be hard, and it generally takes more of you than you have to give away...

But humans are fickle beings that can be satisfied with minuscule rewards. Because, shit, we’re all just waiting for those carrots to be dangled in front of us, right?

You hated the idea of fighting for things, why can’t it just be easier? Work smarter not harder. A motto you’d lived your life by.

People didn’t like you. Generally, they thought you were on the weirder side, reading medical history books and finding things such as surgery and cutting things open fascinating. Cast out by your classmates once grade school was over, you only had one friend.

Taehyung was the only person popular enough to be friends with everyone and it not matter who he spoke to... That meant he was allowed to be friends with you, and no one was allowed to say otherwise. Because if the most popular boy in school thought you were okay, well then you were okay.

That didn’t stop everyone from giving you odd looks and moving tables when class began. This is one of the many reason you forwent going to class in person.

Taehyung took a liking to you in grade school. He found your fascination with medicine truly inspiring.

One day, you were sat crying on the swing set while the other kids played tag towards the forest at the opposite end of the playground. Taehyung had approached with a big grin on his face. Tapping your shoulder you turned and looked at him with watery eyes.

“You’re it,” he chuckled.

“What?”

“I tagged you, now you’re it,” he explained.

“B-but they’re playing tag over there,” you whispered.

“I know, I’m it, so now you gotta get me!”

With that he took off towards the group of kids again, yelling that you were it.

It was one of the only times you’d been accepted to play with the other children. As the years dragged on, people learned to ignore you. They believe you were like an odd spot on their arm or chest... If you ignore it, it’ll go away...

You mainly kept to yourself, not letting others interact with you. Except Taehyung made that moderately impossible at times.

However, as you entered college people began to wonder what you were truly up to. You didn’t like large groups of people, so you had Taehyung record the classes that he was in so you didn’t have to go to lecture to learn. And for the other’s you found a spot towards the back that was isolated and kept to yourself.

You were never at parties, never at any kind of social gathering. Too many people once again. Then there was the fact that you were obsessed with becoming a surgeon or a taxidermist. Surgery would help the living, and you got to learn about the human body a great deal. And, with taxidermy there was the option of making dead things come to life once more. It was beautiful to capture something in such a profound state between life and death...

Many people found you disturbing. The fact that you got excited when the pig fetuses and frogs came out in any biological setting, while the other girls were gripping onto garbage cans and turning pale. Boy avoided you, seeing as how you weren’t pretty enough to risk getting creeped out by.

Girls... well.. They just liked to torment you...

Especially Ye Na...

She was the head of the University’s Cultural Club. Which mean they got together and watched a bunch of different movies from around the world and then broke down the difference between their culture and the movies. Also debating how accurately the film presented said culture.

They were also in charge of group activities for the campus, such as dances, culture days and helped any foreign students with whatever their needs could be.

Ye Na was known for being unbelievably kind and selfless, always ready to help...

Except if it was you.

Ye Na and you had a sort of unspoken rule...

You stayed out of her sight, she would leave you alone.

Years of torture were conducted by her as you both grew up in the same town. If you happened to be in the same class, she would always take your binder and hide it if you went to the restroom. Steal you medical terminology books. Dump your perfectly dissected frog into the garbage can so you had to stay after to start over.

She even went as far as to right a note from your crush in High school, Kim Namjoon, and pretended to ask you out... When you showed up for your date she was there with a group of people ready to mock you.

“You don’t deserve to feel affection and love by someone as handsome as Kim Namjoon... I’m going to ask him to the spring dance, so don’t even bother.”

You ran to the river that night and cried so hard you felt as if your lungs would collapse.

She made good on her word and asked Kim Namjoon to the Spring Dance, which he accepted readily.

They were a couple for a few months before breaking it off mutually. They remained good friends to this day. At least, that’s what facebook said anyways.

Why did she hate you so much?

It was simple.

You were different.

She didn’t like the fact that you enjoyed things that she found disgusting. You had no interest in fashion, lip gloss, boys, or even television shows. You’d much rather work on homework, read you terminology and dissection books or watch multiple surgeries and take notes on the methods of the procedure.

When you were younger you had found a dead cat laying in the road near your house. It had no doubt been hit by a car, and it was dead shortly thereafter. You looked at it’s body and went to gather it up so you could bury it, when a piercing scream filled the air.

“Y-You killed BongBong...” the shrill voice exclaimed.

You turned your head and found Ye Na, drenched from head to toe from the rain. She was pale as she looked at you hovering over her now dead pet.

“I-I didn’t, a car must’ve-”

“What is wrong with you!?!? How aren’t you in a mental institution! Oppa! The local freak killed BongBong!” she cried, running off towards what you assumed was her house.

Ever since then, she’d made it a point to torment you.

Even though it was discovered that the local mailman had in-fact been the cause of BongBong’s death, Ye Na never forgave you.

The decade old grudge was pointless to you, so you never gave her much thought.

But she always made it difficult...

It was biology lecture and it was one of the classes you and Taehyung didn’t share. Although, you didn’t mind coming to this particular class and lab session. The only bad part was, Ye Na was in this lecture as well.

“Good morning class!” the professor cheered as he walked through the doors and set down his items on his desk.

The class gave out a weak ‘morning’ in response.

“Always so cheery on these Monday mornings aren’t you? Anyways, as you are all aware... We have a lab coming up that requires you be partnered with someone of my choice and the pair of you will be conducting an experiment. Any experiment of biologic importance. So, you start with an idea, formulate your hypothesis, move on to your experiment, observe and collect your findings, go over your findings and write up your report. Does this sound fair to everyone?”

The class murmured in agreement.

“Alright! Now, I have the partners all picked out here. Once you have your partner, please go sit next to them and start brainstorming on what you’d like to conduct an experiment on,” he announced. “First pairing!”

He ran through his list and you sighed with mute attention. Whoever you were paired with would no doubt ask to join another group. Either that or expect you to do all the work and just write their name in once the project was done.

You’d had partner’s like that before and it hadn’t bothered you. You got to work alone and they got the A they wanted. Simple, painless and over with.

“Y/N and Park Ye Na?” the teacher announced.

The room grew deathly quiet.

“Excuse me?” Ye Na gasped. “Professor, you can’t be serious... Work with her? She’s freaky!”

You sighed and rubbed your eyes.

“Ye Na, I chose your partner, now either you go sit next to her or Y/N take your seat next to Ye Na.”

“But sir!”

“Ye Na, either you work with her or you fail this assignment!”

Ye Na pouted and slouched in her seat. Turning back towards you, she glared and pointed her finger to the seat next to her sharply.

Scrambling you gathered your things up and hurriedly found your spot next to her.

She smelt like expensive perfume and body wash. Her hair was perfectly wavy and her make up was done to the nines.

“Quit your staring creep, just figure out a project idea and do it yourself. There’s no way I’ll work with some weird pet murderer,” she growled.

You nodded your head quickly and looked down at your notebook.

“Now, please announce what you will be doing your projects on one at a time,” the teacher declared.

Interesting ideas were all called out throughout the room. Some being rather out there. You thought perhaps an experiment on water pollutants and daphnia could be interesting. When it was your turn, before you could open your mouth. Ye Na answered.

“Which color of lipstick does the human male find most sexually attractive,” she smiled.

The teacher gave an odd look but nodded anyways.

Your heart dropped. You didn’t know a thing about lipstick or men... How were you meant to do this experiment.

The bell rang and the teacher dismissed you. Ye Na stood without a word and headed towards the door. You went to follow her when you notice her and the school’s star athlete, Jeon Jungkook, were wrapped in a rather intimate embrace.

“Mmm, I missed you baby,” he mumbled into her neck.

“I missed you too, class was so boring. All I could think about was getting back to you,” she whispered.

“Well here I am, shall we go back to my place and forget all about boring lectures?”

“Absolutely-”

“Y-Ye Na?” you stuttered, standing there awkwardly.

“What?” she growled, looking at you with annoyance.

“T-The topic you picked for the experiment-”

“Yeah, just make sure you have it done. My name is easy to spell so don’t forget to put it before yours,” she smiled.

“But Ye Na, I don’t know how to conduct the experiment-”

“Jesus fuck you are so irritating. How difficult is it to buy five lipsticks, try them on, and see how many guys come up and talk to you? See, I even gave the the process of experimentation. Even more reason to put my name before yours on that report,” she scoffed.

“B-but Ye Na, I... I don’t talk to boys,” you stammered.

“Obviously... Here, this is Jungkook. Say, ‘hello Jungkook’, and then leave me alone,” she sneered.

Jungkook looked at you with humor in his eyes.

“H-hello J-Jungkook,” you blushed.

His face was so beautiful it hurt to behold it. You were surprised at how attractive one person could be. His deep brown eyes made your pulse thrum, his pink lips had you fidgeting.

You’d never felt like this before.

“See? Easy, now bye!” she said, grabbing his hand.

“But Ye Na!”

SMACK!

Your cheek stung as you were now looking at the hallway walls instead of Ye Na and Jungkook.

“Whoa! Ye Na!” Jungkook yelled.

“Listen here you little bitch,” she growled, grabbing your hair. “Either you do this experiment, write the report and give me some credit, or I’ll ruin you. If you think you don’t have any friends now? Psht. This is nothing. I could get that idiot Kim Taehyung to drop you in a second. I could get you run out of this God damned college. Now, be a good girl and run along. Go read your weird surgery books and keep your freaky little nose out of my business.”

You felt something inside of you snap.

“Park Ye Na, it’s people like you who deserve to die slow and painful deaths. I never hurt your fucking cat, but now I wish I did. I wish I ripped it apart in front of you and showed you how much it hurt to lose something you care about. I hope someone comes along in the night and throws you out a damn window!”

You screamed before shoving her into Jungkook and running off towards the exit.

* * *

A few days had passed since you blew up at Ye Na. It felt good to finally be able to show her you weren’t an absolute push over. That you had a back bone to you...

Taehyung came over and helped you with the lipstick debacle.

You tried on a couple different shades and he told you which one he liked best and which one he didn’t particularly care for. You took all of his notes down and would use them as multiple subjects later on.

As you wiped off the final lipstick, Taehyung came over and patted your head.

“I heard that you stood up to Ye Na,” he whispered.

You sighed and bit your lip. “I did, but I still don’t feel much better. I mean, it feels good to have told her off... But I mean, does that make me any better than her?” you questioned.

Taehyung nodded and rubbed your back. “Ye Na has been mean to you for years, Y/N. I think you were allowed to go off a little this once,” he soothed.

“I still don’t feel much better for it. What I said was kind of messed up, I don’t want to be like her... I want to be better than her. Take the moral high ground as it were,” you explained.

“Sometimes being moral doesn’t work in every situation. Sometimes you have to be rude and a little mean to get your point across. Ye Na isn’t the kindest person in the world. But you still did the project and she’ll get an A, so don’t worry about it too much.”

You sighed and nodded, even though you didn’t particularly agree with him, you understood. Taehyung had a great way at looking into your head and telling you what you needed to hear.

“So, mad disses aside, what do you want to watch?” he asked, throwing himself on your bed and grabbing the remote.

“Not really in the mood to watch anything tonight Tae, sort of want to get this report done and over with... I’ll feel better once it’s behind me,” you huffed.

“Not even if I say we can watch the X-files?” he asked.

You froze in your spot...

“I mean, I guess one episode wouldn’t hurt...”

* * *

Loud pounding woke you up the next morning.

“OPEN UP”

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and noticed Taehyung had left. No doubt after the fifth X-files episode in a row.

Shuffling towards your apartment door, you saw it shake from the force of the knocking.

“One moment please!” you announced, coming towards the entryway.

Opening the door you found several police officers staring at you with guns and they were all pointing straight at you. Your heart jumped in your throat when one came in and shoved you to the floor.

“AH!” you screamed as you felt cool metal sliding around your wrists.

“You are under arrest for the murder of Park Ye Na! You have the right to remain silent,” one voice yelled in your ear.

“What? Ye Na?” you asked as you were hauled to your feet.

“This way, you are going to the police station for a statement,” another voice spoke.

“What did I do? Who are you people? Ow! Don’t pull so hard!”

“Park Ye Na was found at four eighteen this morning, carved open with surgical precision and lipstick smeared on her face. No more questions until you reach the police station,” they growled, shoving you into the back of their car.

“Hang on! I don’t know anything about this, please listen to me!”

The door slammed shut as you heard the sirens begin to blare.

Park Ye Na was dead...

And you were the Prime Suspect...

* * *

You sat in a cold room in only your pajama shorts and a tank top as you were handcuffed to the chair.

There was a man in front of you, a cold gaze piercing through you. “Now, I’m going to ask you some questions and you are going to tell me the whole truth and nothing but the truth do you understand me?” he asked dark.

“Yes, sir,” you responded.

“Now, where were you this morning at around three thirty?” he asked.

“I was in my bed, asleep,” you answered.

“Do you have any alibis to your location this morning at that time?”

“I mean, I don’t know if Taehyung was still at my house at the time or not. But he might be able to tell you,” you explained.

“And who is this Taehyung?” he asked you.

“Taehyung is my best friend,” you answered.

“So he would be biased to your location, no doubt,” he growled.

“I don’t know, I’m just tell you what I know!” you shouted.

“I’ll ask you some easier questions then,” he reasoned. “What would you say your relationship with Park Ye Na was like?”

You swallowed hard, but was prepared to answer honestly. “We don’t get alone. She doesn’t-ah... Didn’t like me. I didn’t like her. Not even when we were kids.”

“Life long animosity,” he stated.

“I wouldn’t say animosity-”

“Did you at any point say you would like to see Park Ye Na dead?”

“I-I sort of lost my temper with her the other day after lecture. She was demanding that I do an experiment all on my own and-”

“And that’s grounds to wish death upon someone?” he asked.

“No, that’s not it... I-I’ve been tormented by her my whole life. She thinks that I killed her cat when we were kids, but it was ran over by a car. I found it in the road and I was going to bury it when she found me... I wouldn’t ever hurt an animal or a person... Just because I like to dissect things and learn about different parts of the body doesn’t mean I would kill someone to make it so,” you explained.

“Miss Y/N, forgive me, but did you tell her you wanted to throw her out a window?” he asked.

“No... I-I, I said that I wanted someone to come along while she was sleeping and throw her out a window... But I didn’t mean that-”

“Yet you said that you wanted her thrown from a window? While she was sleeping? That tells me you wanted her dead, Miss Y/N,” he tsked.

“I don’t want Ye Na dead! I mean, I didn’t want this to happen!”

“And yet it happened, and she was found gruesomely torn apart with almost surgical like precision,” he said, throwing some pictures on the table before you.

You stared down at Ye Na’s desecrated corpse. She was flayed from the center of her breasts down, intestines laid on the ground nicely. Her liver was cut into sections, and also displayed technically.

Then there was the most disgusting part...

Surely no more than a six week old fetus was laying on the ground next to her.

Your insides twisted as you felt the need to vomit.

“I-I’m going to be sick, I need a garbage can,” you whimpered. The man placed a can on the ground next to you and you emptied your stomach into it.

Ye Na was cruel and she was hard to stomach. But she didn’t deserve this. No one deserves this. And the worst part was, everyone thinks that you did it... Everyone thinks that you are the one who killed her...

You spit the final mouth full of bile into the bag and the man pulled it away from you. Your heart was racing and you felt dizzy.

“I am going to ask you one final question... Did you kill Park Ye Na?”

“No.”

And then everything went black.

* * *

You woke up in a jail cell, laying with a wet cloth on your head. You turned and looked to your side and noticed that you were still handcuffed to the bed. It was quiet in the room, save for a gentleman typing on a laptop at the desk near the door. You shifted your weight and felt your stomach clench painfully.

The phone on his desk ran and he answered it quickly.

“Kim Lee Hyuk,” he answered. “She is still asleep, yes,” he continued. “A visitor? Is she allowed right now?” he asked. “I see. I will bring her out, one moment,” he said into the phone. He hung up and began walking towards your cell.

Hitting the bars you looked up at him. “Get up, you have a visitor,” he announced.

“W-who?” you asked softly. He slid the door open and grabbed your wrists before undoing the handcuff on the bed.

“A Jeon Jungkook wishes to speak with you.”

“W-what? Why does he want to talk to me?”

“Come along,” he said, clipping your other cuff to your wrist and pushing you down the hall. You winced as your feet continued to hit the cold concrete. You still hadn’t been given any other clothes. So you sat in your skimpy night outfit and you felt your nipples harden at the cold air.

Blushing in shame you were brought into a different room. One with a desk, chair and a phone.

“You have ten minutes,” he announced before undoing one of your cuffs and locking the door behind him.

You flushed at his exit and moved to sit down at the chair. You looked through the glass and saw Jungkook sitting there, eyes dark red and puffy... He’d been crying. He stared at you as you looked at him.

The officer behind him handed him the phone. You also picked it up.

“Y/N,” his voice rasped through the receiver.

“Jungkook,” you answered.

“Why did you do it?” he asked, biting his lip to stop more tears from coming out of his eyes.

“Do what?” you asked, raising a brow. He slammed his fist on the table and the officer behind him set his hand on his shoulder.

“Why did you kill Ye Na? Huh? I know you didn’t like her, I know you don’t like a lot of people but that’s no reason to use your freaky surgical skills to cut someone up like a dead frog!” he screamed.

“Jungkook I-”

“Don’t you fucking dare act like you didn’t do this! There’s a reason you freak everybody out! There’s a reason that no one likes you! You’re weird! You like the macabre and you enjoy cutting open dead things! There’s something fucked up in your head! But why? Why did you have to cut her open like that?”

His voice cracked.

“W-why did you have to cut her open like she was just some kind of toy to you?” he whimpered. “S-she was pregnant, and you just threw her kid... My kid on the ground like it was nothing...”

He began to sob.

“Why did you do it? Why? She wasn’t the nicest person, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t mean something to somebody... To me? I love her... I still love her... God it hurts so much, Y/N... Why did you do it?”

“Jungkook,” you whispered softly.

“Just tell me why? Please just tell me why you did it?”

“I didn’t do it, Jungkook. Believe me when I say I didn’t want this to happen to Ye Na... Or to her baby,” you whispered.

His tears ran down his face as he glared at you through the glass.

“I hope you rot in here, Y/N. I hope they lock you up for good and throw away the key. You deserve to be lonely after what you did to her,” he snarled.

“Jungkook, I didn’t hurt Ye Na. I never would. I-I’m not a violent person. I like to do the things I do because I want to know more about life. I’m curious in how the body works... So I can help people. You know that’s why I’m going into surgery, right?”

“Bullshit, you fucking hated Ye Na! You have no right to tell me you’re not a fucking violent person while my girlfriend lies in a morgue stitched up and cold... While my child is dead,” he sobbed. Dropping the phone he holds his face in his hand.

You watched as his shoulders shook and he was no doubt consumed with grief.

Tears of your own fell at the sight before you. He was so broken, so angry and upset that you wanted to hug him. You just wanted Jungkook to feel better...

You looked at the officer and pointed to the phone. The officer warily picked it up.

“Can you make sure someone takes him home and watches him? He might do something he’ll regret if you don’t... He’s the school’s star athlete and they have a tournament coming up... The last thing he should do is throw everything away... Please make sure someone watches him?” you asked, choking on your emotions.

The guard raised a brow at you before placing the phone down on the hook. You did the same. He helped Jungkook stand up and helped him out of the room. Not before he could look at you once more. He saw the tears in your eyes and swallowed hard.

“I’m sorry you lost her, Jungkook,” you said.

Even though he couldn’t hear you, Jungkook threw the guard off of his shoulders before heading for the desk. He picked up the chair and hurled it towards the glass. The officer grabbed Jungkook after the window cracked with the force. He was screaming and trying to lunge for you.

Your heart broke as you watched the officer call for backup to drag him from the room.

Your door opened and another man came in to collect you.

You could hear Jungkook’s cries echoing in your mind.

‘You deserve to be lonely!’

* * *

The next morning you were released.

There still wasn’t enough evidence to keep you there any longer. Taehyung had arrived to pick you up.

“Y/N,” he breathed, rushing forward to wrap you in a hug.

“Tae,” you whispered, holding onto him tightly.

“Jesus I’ve been so worried about you. Fuck, I’m so sorry. If I would’ve just stayed at yours for the night then this could’ve been resolved so much faster-”

“Tae, it’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it. Come on, I want to go home and take a shower.”

He drove you home without much of a conversation after that.

“When is your court date?” he asked, as he pulled up to your apartment.

“In three weeks, I have a court appointed lawyer coming to visit me next week. I’m being placed under watch until the trail. I can’t travel out of the city limits...” you said, looking down at your ankle.

“That’s pretty quick,” he whispered.

“They’re certain they’ve got the right person,” you sighed.

“But it wasn’t you! How can they think that you did this?”

“Because, Taehyung. It’s easier to blame me than themselves... I don’t know who did it, I don’t know why they did it... But all I know is, whoever did it must be seriously fucked in the head,” you sighed.

Taehyung was silent.

You turned to find him looking dead ahead, no expression.

“Tae?” you asked.

He seemed to snap out of his thoughts and gave you a tired smile.

“Sorry, I’ve been worrying about you so much that I didn’t really sleep last night,” he sighed.

“Do you want to stay here? I don’t want you to hurt yourself driving,” you whispered. Taehyung patted your head before putting his hands on the wheel.

“Don’t worry about me, just keep your nose clean for now and everything should turn out alright,” he assured.

“Thanks, Tae,” you said, leaning over and giving him a tight hug.

He rubbed your back before letting you go. “Now go get something to eat and shower, ya nasty,” he joked. You cracked a smile before nodding and heading out the door.

You shuffled into your apartment and locked the door.

Sliding down your door you hit the floor with a thud. It was weird to be in your apartment. Yesterday felt as if it had happened years ago, not just mere hours. You couldn’t believe what your life had turned into.

A murder...

You the main suspect...

It was all so...

X-files to be completely honest.

The mutilated body and horrifying array of the organs. Nausea swept over you once more as the images of Ye Na came to your mind.

Jungkook’s tear filled eyes...

It was all too much.

You needed to shower and forget it all. If not for a little while, at least.

* * *

A week passed and you had remained in your house. You stayed put and tried to show that you were following every rule brought to you. Your parents had called you and said they were on the next plane to Korea, telling you they’d come and help you as soon as they could.

They weren’t the most attentive when you were young, but they were never cruel.

Hearing their familiar voices made your chest relax. But once you hung up the call from your mother, your stomach growled.

You hadn’t eaten anything all day, and there wasn’t much in your apartment to make food with. Taehyung wasn’t going to be available tonight and you weren’t comfortable calling for take-out with everything going on...

So, at 10:42 at night, you grabbed your purse and set out towards the nearest convenience store.

The streets were dark, spotted with light from the lamps that hung above the sidewalks. You clutched onto your bag, making sure you walked delicately and fast. Since you knew you weren’t the culprit, that meant that there was a murderous lunatic on the loose in the city.

If Ye Na was the first, then there would no doubt be more. You didn’t want your innocence proven by your murder, you’d rather hold your own in the courtroom.

The light of your favorite convenience store shown through the darkness of night. A soft smile graced your features as you jogged towards the familiar sign. Hoping in the door you rubbed your hands together.

The old lady at the counter greeted you, before heading into the back for more supplies. You wandered around the familiar setting and smiled in relief at the array of foods. You grabbed some rice, jajangmyeon as well as some chocolate ice cream and water.

You brought your food to the counter and waited for the lady to return.

When she did she smiled warmly and rang up your items before putting them in the bag. After you handed over the money she gave you the bag in exchange.

Suddenly, there was a bang at the door.

You turned quickly as saw a man leaning against the door before stumbling down the street. You winced at his obviously drunken state.

The older woman tsked. “Poor young man. Lost his girlfriend recently... He bought six bottles of soju from me earlier, then bought more beer. I cut him off after that, telling him he should talk about his feelings not drink them... But, I know how hard it is to lose someone you care for,” she sighed.

“D-did you get his name, ma’am?” you asked.

“His student ID said Jung something, can’t remember after that,” she said.

Your heart stopped.

“T-thank you!” you said, running off without taking your bag. You hurried down the street, trying to find where Jungkook had gone. You heard laughter from up the street and found many other teens tipping over and having a good time.

But, you didn’t see Jungkook amongst them.

If he stumbled into traffic and got hurt, you couldn’t forgive yourself.

So, you ran the way he fell after running into the door of the store. The air was cold as you ran, trying to find any indication of his presence.

There was a bush about twenty feet from the store that look like someone had fallen into it before getting back up again.

Footsteps lead away from the scene, no doubt from him falling in the mulch. You followed the trail until you could hear the scuffing of boots.

“Before I let go of you, I didn’t know that this world was lonely,” a broken voice sang in the darkness.

It was Jungkook’s voice.

“Pretty flowers bloomed and withered here... The season of you will never come again,” he cried.

Following the sound of his voice you discovered him, sitting on a park bench with a bottle of soju in his hands. He was singing a song by Ailee, or someone like her. It was a song about losing love, or not being able to see them often. You recognized the sound.

His voice sounded so haunted, yet clear in the deep sorrow that filled his soul.

You stood back and listened as he sang out for Ye Na... For the girl he loved, whom he lost.

“I will go to you...” he whispered the final lyric.

Your eyes were full of tears as you felt Jungkook’s pain. He stood up and downed the rest of the soju, throwing the empty bottle on the ground. You watched as a glimmer of metal flashed before your eyes...

Before you could think you ran forward and knocked the knife from Jungkook’s hand, tackling him to the ground.

You hissed as the blade nicked your skin, watching as a trail of blood ran down your wrist. It was only superficial, so you knew you’d be fine.

Jungkook was struggling underneath you. You managed to keep him on the ground, but only for a moment as he used his body weight to roll the two of you over. You lay underneath him, staring into his eyes helplessly.

He glared at you before brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear... “Y-Ye Na?” he asked, placing his hand on your cheek.

“Huh-”

“Ye Na, I miss you so much...” he breathed, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Jungkook, I’m not-”

“You sound so different...” he whispered.

You decided to speak softer.

“Jungkook, it’s late... You should go home,” you urged.

“Home is where you were... I can’t go back there, Ye Na, don’t make me,” he pleaded. Jungkook stood up and moved for the knife again. “I want to be with you again, so let me just-”

“Jungkook no!” you yelled, grabbing his hand.

“Ye Na! Let me be with you again, please, I don’t want to be in a world where you aren’t there!” he whimpered.

“Not like this Jungkook, don’t go to her-me... Don’t come to me like this,” you corrected.

“But I miss you,” he whispered. You bit your lip as Jungkook stood up, wandering towards the knife once more. You stood up fast and grabbed his wrist.

“Please stop, Jungkook! Please!” you sobbed.

“I miss you Ye Na!” he cried, as you pulled him into a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rubbed his back. Jungkook’s body shook with the exertion, his sobs wracking his frame. All you could do was hold him... Even if it wasn’t enough, even if it couldn’t bring her back to him... You tried. You tried all you could.

“Shh, Jungkook...”

“Ye Na I want to make love to you again,” he croaked.

Your blood ran cold as you felt his hands on your hips.

“Jungkook-”

“Ye Na, I miss your body, I miss the way you kissed me,” he groaned.

“Jungkook, you’re drunk,” you reasoned.

“I don’t care, I want you... I always want you, Ye Na,” he moaned.

“N-not here,” you whispered. “Let’s go somewhere.”

“Okay,” he agreed easily.

You grabbed his hand and began to lead him away from the park you found him in.

Jungkook was quiet as you pulled him through the streets. You thought briefly of going home, but that wouldn’t be a good idea. If he woke up there the next morning then surely he’d have questions.

The next idea was a small hotel a few blocks from your house. You knew it and it would be the perfect place to have him sober up. Once he was asleep you could go home and try to forget the ever happened.

His hands began to reach for your body, wanting your warmth. “Ye Na~” he whined, calling after you. “When can I have you?”

“J-just a second Jungkook, we need to find a nice place first,” you encouraged.

“You’ve never cared about that before,” he groaned.

“I want to make this special,” you stated.

“Mmm, it’s special cause it’s you,” he smiled.

“There!” you yelped, continuing to drag him down the street.

The lights for the hotel were soft, fading into the night calmly. You grabbed your purse before putting a giggly smile on your face. Entering the building you grabbed Jungkook’s arm and placed around 40 bucks on the counter.

“Is that enough to get us a night?” you asked, looking at Jungkook.

The guy at the desk looked at the money and shrugged. “Sure, here,” he said handing you a key. “Second floor, third room down. Enjoy your night.”

Quickly you brought Jungkook towards the elevator. He happily followed, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Mmm, Ye Na, I can’t wait to be inside you...”

You couldn’t help the heat that flooded your stomach at his words.

“Shh, Jungkook,” you hushed.

He huffed and seemed like he was going to say something before the elevator opened. You walked out, making sure he followed before it shut. Following the desk assistant’s instructions you found your room.

Opening the door you sighed as there was only one bed in the middle.

You were about to tell Jungkook to lie down when his lips were on yours. Your eyes went wide as you felt his lips caress your own. You’d never been kissed in your entire life... Not once...

And here you were, having a grieving man kissing you like it would be his last chance to do it again. Jungkook brought his hands to your face, urging you to kiss him back. Slowly trying to mimic his actions, you found yourself weakly kissing him as well.

Jungkook sighed, stepping forwards and pushing your body towards the bed. You felt panic rise in your chest as the back of your knees his the bed. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and picked you up with ease.

A squeal left your mouth as he set you down on the bed. You looked at his hungry expression as he placed his hands on either side of your body. Biting your lip you felt your mind reeling at the proceedings. Didn’t he know you weren’t Ye Na? Or was he too drunk to know? Surely he could tell the difference between you two...

“Ye Na...” he breathed, kissing your jaw lightly.

You brought your hands to his chest and pushed lightly. “Jungkook... I-I’m not-”

“Please, Ye Na... Can’t I love you one more time? Please let me love you one last time, even if it’s just a dream... Let me, let me show you how much I care for you...”

His words brought tears to your eyes. He was in so much pain...

Would it be so wrong to give him comfort?

But it was your first... Should you give your first away in such a situation?

“O-okay Jungkook,” you agreed, laying back on the bed for him. He smiled dreamily as he connected your lips once more.

You tried to keep up with him the best you could, but he was difficult to compete with. He had much more experience, hopefully he wouldn’t notice the lack of yours. However, with the way he was ravishing your mouth he didn’t seem to care one way or the other. Your gut wrenched at his pain, how distraught he was to lose Ye Na...

This is the only way you can think to help him. Even if it only helped him in this moment. If he could dream to hold her again, then you’d be her stand in. Just this once...

Jungkook leaned back and gripped the edge of his shirt, pulling it over his head as it fell to the floor. You gawked at the sight of Jungkook shirtless before you. You swallowed hard and tried to think straight.

He smirked and brought your hand to touch his torso. “Mmm, your hands feel so good baby,” he encouraged. You bit your lip and rubbed his shoulders and down to his wrists. Jungkook leaned down and gripped your shoe. Raising your brows in shock you moved and kicked the other one off before he could feel your anklet.

You felt his hands grip onto your bare ankle and lift your leg to his shoulder. You tried to keep yourself quiet at the action, but seeing Jungkook’s lidded eyes examine you had your heart racing dangerously.

“Mmm, God I love you,” he murmured into your calf. You bit your lip as he set your leg down and moved towards your waist. The thrum of excitement was deep in your veins as he tugged on your jeans.

Taking his wrist away you undid the button for him. He leaned down and kissed your lower stomach gently. A soft breath left your throat at the sensation of his lips on your skin.

“Jungkook...”

His eyes lifted to your face and he gave a small smile. “Don’t worry Ye Na, I’ll get the pants off in juss a second.”

His speech slurred, reminding you that he was very inebriated. Was this right? He wasn’t in his right mind to consent to this, was he? Should you stop?

You were just about to sit up and burst out the door when his lips found yours again. The taste of him was so sweet, you couldn’t help but want more and more. He supported your neck with his hand as he licked against your lips teasingly.

When you didn’t open your mouth, he pulled away with a frown. “Come on Ye Na, let me taste you too!” He whined.

Your heart shuttered in your chest. You didn’t know how to French Kiss someone! But you nodded and Jungkook came back, more impatient this time. His mouth was almost bruising as you kissed him back weakly. You felt his tongue once more and shyly opened your mouth for him.

Jungkook wasted no time weaving his tongue between your lips. You squeaked at the odd feeling, gripping the sheets right as you winced. Jungkook licked at your tongue, wanting to explore your mouth. He hummed in satisfaction, his hands moving to your hips.

“Fuck I forgot how good you taste,” He hiccuped. You flushed at his statement. Not wasting anymore time he gripped your hoodie and pulled on it. You flinched at his action and he cocked his head to the side. “Ye Na? Sit up.”

You did so slowly, biting your lip. Jungkook found the hem of your sweatshirt and brought it over your head, throwing it on the floor. He smiled and wrapped his arms around you. You did the same, hugging him back.

“Mm, Ye Na... Did you finally gain those pounds I told you to? I know that you never wanted to, but you feel so much warmer and soft...”

You wrinkled your face in confusion. Was that a compliment?

“Fuck I need you so bad,” he whined, rutting his hips against your stomach. You sighed at the feeling of his warm skin on your own. “Lie down.”

You did as he asked and looked up at him, nerves coursing through your mind. He pulled your jeans off, letting them dangle on your ankle. You didn’t have time to fix it as Jungkook attacked your mouth once more. You whimpered and let him do as he pleased.

However, the more he kissed you... the more you found yourself falling into his advances. Jungkook held your hips, making sure you didn’t move too much.

“Jungkook, please,” you whispered against his lips. He pulled back and wiped your combined spit off your mouth. He smirked and assessed your body.

“I can’t wait to fuck you again.”

You shuddered at the low tone in his voice. You brought your hands to his cheeks, pulling his mouth against yours. He kissed you gently, licking at your top lip like a kitten. He was so vocal, whining into your lips. You felt his hand move into your panties, rubbing along your slit with practiced ease.

The shock of the sensation made your hips buck up against his hand. You gasped in surprise. He smiled and kissed your neck, continuing his motions against your mound. Soft pants came from your lips, the pleasure building in your lower stomach. Jungkook couldn’t seem to get enough. His fingers moving delicately across your skin, as his mouth connected to your lips. You entangled your fingers in his hair, letting him kiss you as passionately as he could. It felt incredible...

This sensation of being so close to someone... Someone desiring you...

Even if he didn’t think it was you. It was enough. Finally, the hole you didn’t know you harbored in your heart was filling. There was a weight in your chest, and not the unpleasant kind. Jungkook’s lips found your chest, mouthing over the fabric of your bra.

“I-I feel,” you whispered...

“Mmm, how do you feel baby? Tell me, tell me how good my fingers feel on your sweet pussy,” he growled.

“S-so good, Jungkook... So good,” you whimpered, bringing your hand over your face. Cheeks flaming red, eyes bleary, you probably looked a mess.

But something was building in your stomach. You weren’t sure if it was an orgasm or some sort of deathly wave of emotion... You just knew that if he kept moving his hand like that, you were going to shatter into a million pieces.

And you didn’t necessarily want him to stop either...

“Fuck, Ye Na, you feel so good against me. So soft, so warm...”

The name of a different woman falling from his throat left a bitter taste on your tongue. But, his rapid pace didn’t stop. He wanted to feel you come apart on his fingertips. He wanted to feel your body shudder as he brought you to the apex of bliss.

Even though he didn’t know it was you...

Suddenly, a finger slipped inside of your body. A sharp, burning pain enveloped you. Hissing, you gripped his hand. Pulling away from your chest Jungkook raised a brow.

“Why are you so tight? The fuck, it feels like a goddamn flesh-light,” he remarked. “I mean, I know it hasn’t been that long... Has it?”

You didn’t know how to respond. Of course Ye Na wasn’t a fucking virgin like yourself. Jesus, would your virginity be the very thing that revealed the horrific truth to him? The fact that is was the person the police had pinned as his girlfriend and the mother of his child’s murderer?

Was he now in the throes of sin with someone who not a week earlier had condemned you for killing his family? Everything he loved? However, now, he was pushing his finger inside of your slick... His mouth on your chest as he imagined the woman he loved lying there and squirming for his love. His attention...

You quickly reached forward and gently cupped his groin. He buckled underneath your touch as his head fell into your neck. “Fuck...” he croaked.

“L-let me please you,” you whispered. “Let me make you feel good...”

“Yeah, alright,” he agreed easily. He stood up, undoing his belt and throwing it on the floor. Next came the buttons of his jeans, it popped open with ease. Jungkook shimmied his way out of the tight, black pants. You gaped as you saw the obvious bulge in his boxers. You’d never done anything like this, how were you supposed to do it?

Of course you’d read the odd erotic story here and there, only doing what was necessary to distract you long enough to keep your loneliness at bay. So, it would have to do.

“Come suck me off,” he purred. Faster than you’d like to admit you fell to your knees before him. He smiled at your eagerness, taking your hair in his hand.

Another frown burned into his face.

“Ye Na, is your hair longer?”

Fuck.

She just cut her hair into a bob around three months ago. You, on the other hand, still had long locks flowing down your head.

Hoping to distract him from the obvious difference, you place a tentative lick on the bulge through his boxers. Jungkook hiccuped in pleasure while you mouthed around his hard on. He bit his lip as your kittenish actions began to irritate him, rather than placate him.

“Enough toying, take me out and suck me,” he snarled. You flinched at his tone, making you urge yourself forward. You let your hands dip under his waistband, touching his cock with jittery hands. It was hot against your clammy hands, making you almost shriek when you finally touched him. Pulling him out of his boxers you found yourself at a loss for words.

What did you do now? Did you just, put it in your mouth or-

“Jesus fucking Christ Ye Na! Enough playing around, you almost never suck me off anyways! Don’t offer then fucking dip out half way,” he huffed.

Swallowing thick you moved forward and wrapped your lips around his tip. Jungkook was pleased at once. A soft groan falling from his tongue. Moving your head forward you inched your mouth further and further along his shaft. It tasted odd, not bad and not necessarily great either. He was losing a grip on his inhibitions, moving his hips forward and making your throat tighten up. He gasped as he moved to far into your cavern, making you gag on his dick. He pulled back as you coughed, drool and dribble falling from your mouth as you hacked.

“Shit baby, I’m sorry, I know you’re not used to it,” he soothed, petting your hair to calm you. After a few moments, you finally were able to take a few easy breaths. Jungkook whined then, jerking his hips towards you in a pathetic attempt to get you to take him in again.

You did so, opening your mouth and trying to keep your throat from rejecting him. Jungkook moaned his pleasure, telling you how much he loved your mouth. His body shaking as you could tell he was enjoying your attention. Soon, you were able to take him a little further. He cried out Ye Na’s name once more.

“Fuck, Ye na, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he warned.

“S’okay,” you agreed. Moving forward with haste you wanted to give him more and more pleasure. You wanted him to feel happy, to finally be free of the pain he didn’t deserve.

“No, no baby,” he whined, wrapping his hand around your hair and pulled you off of his dick. Drool fell from your mouth, dripping onto your chin and breasts. “I have to fuck you, shit, get on the bed.”

Your limbs felt clumsy and awkward as you shuffled towards the bed. It creaked with your weight as you sat down on the duvet. Jungkook followed, boxers now gone. His hands wrapped around your body, pulling your bra off with minor difficulty. Jungkook grinned as the offending fabric fell to the floor.

“Shit your tits are big,” he moaned. “Were they always this big?” he asked, cupping them harshly. He licked his lips, then taking one nipple in his mouth. You shuddered, the sensation of his tongue flicking your sensitive flesh making your uncomfortably achy in your lower stomach.

“Jungkook, please,” you gasped. He nodded, pulling back from your breasts. He captured your lips in a burning kiss, one that made your toes go numb. Holding his cheeks, you now asked for entrance to his mouth. He let you in easily, as if you always requested to explore him.

His hand found your underwear and pulled them down quickly. You moved to kick them off. But again, they got stuck around your anklet to stay with your pants. It was fine, they wouldn’t be in the way down there anyways.

Jungkook gripped his cock, pumping it slowly...

“Open your legs, let me see your pretty pussy baby,” he pleaded. You did so, gently lowering your knees so your core was on display. Jungkook made a small noise in the back of his throat, before moving forward and rubbing his dick against your entrance.

You held your breath as you waited. You knew that losing your virginity was supposed to hurt. Obviously, having something crammed inside of you was probably not supposed to feel incredible for the first time...

Jungkook finally pushed forward, halting his progression when you cried out in agony. Biting your lip you tried to keep the tears at bay. But you betrayed yourself as you felt each salty traitor fall down your face.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” he asked, wiping your tears away.

“I-I just love you so much, Jungkook,” you croaked.

“Fuck, me too. I love you too,” he whimpered. The raw emotion that was conveyed from his voice made you feel like utter garbage. You were manipulating this man into believing that the woman he loved so dearly, was alive...

Then, you felt his hips touch your inner thighs. Jungkook was panting with the effort. You were so full, almost uncomfortably so. His cock was stretching your walls to the point you felt fit to burst. He was hot, thick and throbbing inside of you, making you wince slightly.

Fuck, it hurt. It hurt really bad... But the look of sheer bliss that befell his face. That look made everything you were feeling, good and bad, worth it. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, jaw clenched. His pouty lips pulled in between his adorable bunny-esque teeth. Adam’s apple bobbing, sweat dripping down his throat. Shoulders hunched forward, making his biceps bulge out. You gripped those very arms, in discomfort. But, Jungkook cradled your head as he attempted to move out. But, he found difficult as you were clenching so tightly.

“Baby, you gotta relax... I can’t move too well with you clenching so tight... Oh fuck you’re so fucking tight, holy shit,” he grit out. You let out a weak moan. Slowly, you allowed your walls to relax enough to let Jungkook begin fucking you. It felt like a foreign object being jabbed in and out of you, but you couldn’t deny that it wasn’t as agonizing than at first.

“Jungkook, please move slower,” you gasped as a particularly hard thrust moved your breasts.

“Shit, I can’t. Baby you feel so good, so tight. So warm and wet for me,” he complimented. You glowed under his praise, walls relaxing even more so Jungkook could pick up his pace.

He then brushed against a spot inside of you that made you see stars...

“Jungkook!” you cried out, reaching for his hand. He interlocked your fingers, helping ground you. “Oh, oh, oh, p-please more!”

You heard him chuckle. “You want more baby? Want me deeper inside your needy little snatch? Oh, fuck! You’re clenching so hard, you must like it when I talk like this to you? Shit, you normally don’t get off to my dirty talk... But I won’t complain. I fucking love saying the nastiest shit to you as I fuck you into the bed,” he growled.

“Mmm, tell me more, Jungkook!” you cried out as his hand found your throat. Gripping it tightly, you felt your mind go blank for a moment.

“-like the way I fuck you? Do you? Want me to cum in this fucking tight little pussy? I’ll give it to you, but you have to beg for it... Fucking beg me to fill this pussy.”

You were fading in and out. But you knew you wanted that. You wanted to feel it...

“P-please, please Jungkook,” you whined. Your throat was raw from his squeezing, but it didn’t hurt. If anything you wanted more.

“What do you want from me baby?” he asked, pressing his thumb teasingly against your throat column.

“Please cum in me, please do it,” you whined. He smiled, beginning to slam into you at an alarming rate. You knew your poor thighs and neck were going to bruise. But it didn’t matter, all you wanted was to feel that wire in the pit of your stomach burst. You wanted to see Jungkook fall apart from the pleasure YOU were giving him. Not Ye Na...

It was your pussy he was fucking, not hers. Right now, his pleasure belonged to you... And yours belonged to him.

“Shit, I’m close,” he whined, gripping a breast and tugging on one of your nipples playfully. You nodded. It didn’t matter, you wanted it. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the precipice that you weren’t sure you could come back from. But you wanted, no, needed for Jungkook to throw you off it. If it was the last thing you did, you wanted to feel him cum inside you and feel such... euphoria...

Jungkook cried out, “Shit, baby!”

“Jungkook!” you sobbed.

A rush of white hot pleasure scorched your being. It seemed like  you were going to burn alive, but you didn’t care. It felt so incredibly good. It felt right to be here like this, with Jungkook emptying himself into your battered core. That’s all that mattered right now.

Jungkook shuddered, hips jerking forwards as shot after shot of his ejactulate emptied into your hot cavern. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he whispered, mouth pressing open kisses along your collarbones.

You hissed, an uncomfortable shiver coming from your core. His cock was softening inside of you. Suddenly, Jungkook collapsed on top of you. Your heart was fluttering, whether it was from Jungkook’s proximity or if it was from the events that just took place.

Looking down at Jungkook’s face that was smooshed into your breasts, you smiled. He was flushed and sweaty from your escapades, but he looked so peaceful. The tension in his frame you saw at the park had melted, an unwound coil in its place.

Carefully, you moved yourself backwards across the bed. Jungkook’s soft member flopping out of you weakly. You flinched as you could feel his cum leaking out of your sore center. Managing to lay him on his back, you grabbed the comforter and covered his naked form.

You knew he’d wake up confused, and alone...

But you would be as good as dead if you woke up beside him. And no matter how desperately you wanted to curl into his warmth, and to bask in this afterglow... You had to leave.

Grimacing as you stood up you felt his sum trickle down your leg. It made you shiver uncomfortably. Rushing to the bathroom you sat down and used the restroom, cleaning yourself up as best as you could before pulling your panties back up your legs. You cringed at the feeling of your cold and still wet underwear gracing your overheated center. But, you had to get going.

Gathering up the rest of your clothes you put them on in a hurry. Grabbing a ponytail holder from your pocket you went to tie your hair up to hide the obvious mess of sex hair. But, you looked at your throat in shock.

Already purpling fingerprints were visible on your neck. As well as multiple hickeys across your chest. Jungkook had certainly left his mark on you, while his skin was still perfect, save for a few scratch marks that would no doubt be gone by morning. You messily ran your fingers through your hair and managed to tame the beast it had turned into. You pulled your shirt as high as you could without it being a crop top and pulled your hood over your head.

Walking over to Jungkook’s sleeping frame you gently caressed his cheek. You could feel the displeasure of leaving him coursing through your veins. Leaning down, you placed your lips right in the hollow of his collar bone. You sucked gently, nipping softly and licking after each departure of your lips.

“Mmm, Ye na, stop baby,” he mumbled in his sleep. You frowned and pulled back to see the soft love bite you left. It would probably fade tomorrow, but for now it was there. You left your mark on him too...

Jungkook suddenly turned in his bed and looked dead at you.

Panic coursed through your veins.

Fuck... Fuck you were so fucking dead.

Then a weary smile graced his face.

“Kiss me before you leave, I know you don’t like sleeping over Ye Na... But that’s the least you could do,” he whispered.

Your heart slammed against your ribs as you kneeled next to the bed, lips brushing over his own. Jungkook pressed his mouth against yours so sweetly, so delicately that it made guilt swarm your soul.

He was so incredibly broken, and here you were taking advantage of that to feel less lonely yourself. But, if it meant neither of you had to be alone for the time being... Wasn’t it worth the pain you’d feel tomorrow when you woke alone in your bed again...

“I love you, Ye Na,” he whispered as your lips parted.

Tears flooded from your eyes, dripping onto the bed.

“She loved you too, Jungkook... I’m so sorry,” you croaked.

His eyes fell shut and his breathing even, while yours became erratic. You had to get out of there. The walls were suffocating you, and the room was beginning to tilt.

Hurrying from the premises you noticed the gentleman who check you in was asleep in his chair. You ran past, heading for your house. The night wind ripped into your flesh, making you shiver. However, in your mind you weren’t sure if you were shivering from the cold in the air or in your heart.

The hole Jungkook had filled was now empty once more. You didn’t know how empty it felt until you were whole. And now it was like someone had taken a chunk of your being away. Fuck, this hurt worse. You’d lose your virginity over and over and over again, because that pain didn’t matter. It didn’t hurt this deep.

Because that pain was merely superficial...

And the pain you felt now?

That was permanent...

* * *

The Trial Proceeded...

Your life went on as you watched.

It seemed as the second someone found something to prove you guilty, someone else found something to prove you innocent.

You felt as though you were playing some sick game of tug o war with the truth. The Truth wanted to be fickle, it wanted to be hard to catch so that you would never feel relief... But it was okay.

You deserved it.

Jungkook never contacted you.

But he was at every hearing. Every meeting. Every chance that he could listen in on the investigation, he would be there. And every time you saw him, your heart broke again. He looked at you as if you were the scum of the Earth. But it was okay.

You deserved it.

Your lawyer always came and met with you every other week to update you on the findings of the police, if forensics had found anything particularly damning. But it was always nothing too severe. Generally it was the lack of witnesses to the crime that kept saving you.

However, you were just so... tired...

How long was it going to take before they gave you your fate?

Did it matter anymore?

Even if you were found innocent, would the world think you any different? Or would they view you as a snake that managed to squirm it’s way out of justice? Either way it wouldn’t matter... Because it was okay...

You deserved it.

It was a mundane afternoon, the clouds hanging low in the sky, threatening some kind of storm. You hoped that they would do it. You were begging for them to unleash a torrent so that you could lie here in this park and fall asleep. Hopefully to not wake up again.

This life was so taxing, not worth everything that you were putting into it. Life was difficult enough before. Little to no friends, limited social interaction, obsession with the macabre and disturbing making you undesirable. But that was okay.

You deserved-

“Y-Y/N?”

Someone’s weak voice called out in the cool night air. Your eyes fluttered open, looking up at the clouds that were covering the sky once more. Turning your head slowly, you found Jungkook...

He was standing there, looking dumbfounded at your presence there on that park bench. The one he had been planning to sit on. You looked at him, exhaustion written all over your features.

“Jungkook,” you whispered.

His face took on unadulterated rage. He threw his can of beer on the ground and stalked forwards, eyes ablaze with fury. You knew you should pull yourself up and run, run and not look back. But you knew you couldn’t. There was no desire for self preservation.

“I warned you, I warned you that if I found you in fucking public that I would kill you. I warned you, you fucking bitch,” he growled, lunging forward to grip your neck with his hands.

Your mind flashed back to when you were in bed with him, his body pouding into your with reckless abandon, his hand wrapped around your throat as you came.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing hauling your sorry ass out of that fucking hole you came out of, huh?” he asked, grabbing the lapels of your button down plaid shirt. But you had no words, just a sad smile to offer him.

Jungkook’s mind was reeling. The look in your eyes... Why did you look like that? He remembered looking into your eyes before, passing in the hallways at school. In a quick scan across the room...

They always held an inquisitive nature, a softness not seen by most.

But now?

They were so bleak, dead and fogged over.

It was disconcerting to see you this way.

But Jungkook was no fool. He knew what was happening. You were so guilty about killing his girlfriend and child that it was eating you up inside. Finally, the pain he felt was extended to you...

He waited for the sense of satisfaction of your pain to wash over him, but it never did. He couldn’t feel anything but discomfort from looking into your eyes. There was no relief or anger...

It was like looking at a corpse.

“What the fuck happened to you?” he asked, almost incredulous. “Has the guilt of being a murderer finally caught up to you?”

Maybe you would admit it here. Maybe then he could feel the vindication he so longed for.

But again, you blinked wearily at him... No words.

“Did you go mute, or something? What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked, letting go of your shirt, making you drop against the bench with a thud.

You stared into the sky for a few moments...

Before you spoke.

“I’m not a murderer,” you whispered. “But I am guilty.”

Jungkook waited with baited breath. Finally. Finally he would hear it...

“I’m guilty of loving someone that I know hates me. I’m guilty of taking advantage of his broken heart, in an attempt to heal my own. I’m guilty of having a crush on a boy with cute cheeks and floppy brown hair. I’m guilty of feeling in love, and not letting myself acknowledge it.”

The air left Jungkook’s lungs.

That wasn’t the answer he was expecting. What did you mean? How could a monster like you love someone else... No way. You were fucking pulling his leg.

“Shut your fucking mouth, you can’t love... Someone like you can’t fucking love,” he snarled.

“I didn’t think so either,” you admitted. “But you changed my mind, Jungkook.”

He froze.

No.

You weren’t allowed to do this shit to him. Not now, not after everything you fucked up for him. Not after you killed his girlfriend, not after you ripped her unborn child from her stomach. Not after you left her there to die. Not after you acted so innocent...

“Don’t you fucking dare say you love me, that’s such bullshit,” he thundered. At that moment a strike of lightning flashed through the sky. “You don’t even fucking know me!”

“But I do,” you whispered. “You like ramen, but not the beef flavor. You never eat it. You don’t like bitter foods. You much prefer milk to any kind of alcohol. You were worried about passing your fitness final, so you stayed after school for weeks to run the trials again and again and again. You Aced it because you have the drive to become an incredible athletic trainer. I know you wanted to open you own fitness center. That’s why you’re in three business classes. You love music, I always hear you singing or humming a different song. You like white t-shirts, because I swear to God that’s all you wear. You seem to like video games, you were really excited when Taehyung gave you the Overwatch DLC that he bought by accident. And most importantly, you’re not a violent person. You could have choked me out here by now, but you’ve let me talk.”

Jungkook was floored. Had you been stalking him? What sort of fucked up-

“And no, I didn’t stalk you. I was in two of those Business classes with you, because I was curious about opening my own taxidermy business. We had the same lunch, so I could see you eating. Taehyung would always give you his banana milk when we were done with our lunch. I was staying after school to catch up on some work in the library, which is next door to the fitness center and the gym here. I saw you practicing after I was done with my work. You tap the songs loudly on the desks in class, and I pass you when I leave class and I hear you humming the songs. And the Taehyung video game thing I learned because he spoke about it. There’s a difference between being observant of someone you care about and stalking them. But, I understand if you’re uncomfortable.”

Jungkook didn’t know what to say...

How could he?

“Y-Y/N, tell me honestly... did you kill Ye Na? Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t kill her. Tell me right now,” he whispered.

“Jungkook,” you whispered. “I didn’t kill Ye Na.”

His eyes locked with yours, and for the first time since he’d seen you that evening... there was a soft sparkle behind them. As if laying eyes upon him was worth all the pain you were in.

“Fuck, you’re telling the truth aren’t you...” he breathed. “You’re not bullshitting anybody, it really wasn’t you,” he gasped.

“Jungkook,” you said, sitting up on the bench. “It doesn’t matter anymore. No matter my conviction, everyone has already made up their minds. If they think I’m guilty and I’m acquitted, then I’m a snake that escaped the law. If I’m sentenced, then they’ll curse my name for all eternity. But it’s okay, I deserve it.”

Jungkook frowned. “Why do you think you deserve it?” he whispered.

“Because,” you swallowed hard. “Because I did something wrong. I didn’t kill anyone... But I did... I take advantage.”

“Of who?”

“Of you,” you said softly, tears pricking your eyes.

“What? When?” he said, taken aback.

“A week after Ye Na was found... You got so drunk... I was at the convenience store, you ran into the door because you couldn’t walk and I had to follow you. I was worried... You tried to... Jungkook you were trying to kill yourself. When I showed up and stopped you, you thought I was Ye Na so... You were so lonely and lost and hurt, if me being Ye Na for the time being was enough...”

“Y/N, what happened that night,” he demanded.

“We slept together,” you confessed.

“What? We what?” he asked.

Is... Is that why he woke up naked in that hotel about a month ago?

“A-and,” you breathed, shaking violently. “And it was my first... uh, you were...”

Jungkook’s heart stopped. He took your virginity while he was drunk and thought you were his dead girlfriend? You let him use you like that? Because he was in pain? Because he was hurting and missing Ye Na? You gave up your first time to sleep with a man who didn’t love you, but it was enough because it helped him?

“Y/N, what the fuck?” he asked, incredulous.

“I’m so sorry, I know it was wrong but you were in so much pain, and I was so lonely too... That doesn’t make it right. You couldn’t consent, Jungkook I raped-”

“You didn’t, Y/N... Honestly, you didn’t,” he assured.

“There’s one more thing, Jungkook. One more thing I’m guilty for...”

“What is it?”

“Jungkook I-I’m late for my period... I wasn’t sexually active so I didn’t use birth control and you didn’t use a condom-”

His heart stopped.

Not again.

Not you.

“Shut up,” he warned.

“But Jungkook, I’m scared-”

“Shut. Up.” He warned once more, leaning in and capturing your mouth in an angry, frustrated kiss.

He took you there on that bench. He took your pants off and barely got his pants down before he was fucking you like a savage in the park.

It was fair.

This wasn’t right.

But if you took advantage...

Then he could too, right? Eye for an eye...

As he emptied himself into you again that night, you felt his hot tears pouring down your chest.

“I’m sorry, Ye Na... I’m so sorry,” he whispered as he came.

You pet his hair as he sobbed into your chest.

You felt so empty when he pulled out of your body.

You felt empty when you made it back home.

You felt empty when you lied down in bed and sobbed.

You just wanted to feel love...

Standing up you went to the bathroom, looking at the damn test that told you everything you were worried about when your period was late.

You were so consumed with the damned + sign staring back at you, that you didn’t hear your apartment door open.

You didn’t hear the footsteps fast approaching.

But you felt the knife plunge into your back.

As you stared into the eyes of your murderer, you felt a soft kiss being placed on your lips as your life began fading from your body...

Jungkook’s sweet face stared back at you, blood splattering on his face.

“Tell Ye Na, that your screams are now my favorite.”

I want to write arguments between reader and Peter so bad to the point that reader has to be pulled away to calm down.

Hi everyone! I’m excited to introduce you to my latest fanfic. This story delves into the complex and fiery relationship between two strong-willed characters. It’s a rollercoaster of emotions, filled with tension, passion, and unexpected twists. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Your feedback and thoughts are highly appreciated, so please let me know what you think!

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It had been a splendid day, and I had envisioned concluding it in Chan's dorm, surrounded by his friends, after a delightful dinner together. Alas, our busy schedules had thwarted our plans for an outing, leading us to settle for a cozy meal at home instead. When I arrived, I found Chan and the boys already at ease with their takeout, but something in the atmosphere was off.

"Hi, boys!" I called out, my excitement tempered by the subtle tension in the room. Chan greeted me with a distracted nod, his smile lacking its usual warmth. "Hi, baby girl," he said, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "I’ve missed you."

"I missed you too, baby," I replied, hoping my embrace would offer some comfort despite the apparent stress weighing on him.

"I’ll just take a quick shower and join you all," I announced, trying to maintain a light tone.

"Alright, baby," Chan replied, his eyes not quite meeting mine. "Do you want me to join you?"

"Uhm, no, I'll be quick. I don’t think we’d make much progress with you in the shower," I responded, giving him a playful wink in an attempt to lighten the mood, though I couldn’t shake the feeling that his stress was a barrier I’d need to navigate carefully.

After my shower, I retreated to Chan's room, slipping into one of his comfortable, endearing tees. I began my nightly skincare routine, finding solace in the familiar ritual. With some idle time on my hands, I scrolled through my phone, only to stumble upon an article featuring Chan. At first, I chuckled, dismissing it as just another fanciful media creation.

But as I opened the article, my laughter quickly faded. There, in a photograph, was Chan with Somi, their faces alight with genuine happiness as they shared a moment at a restaurant. The sight of them together was like a jolt, sending a wave of mixed emotions crashing over me. Chan had never mentioned this encounter, and seeing them so close rekindled the grudge I had long harbored against Somi—a resentment that had been simmering since the early days when Chan and I were just friends.

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Somi and I met through Chan and the boys. They introduced her when I started hanging out with them more often. I soon noticed that Somi had feelings for Chan, though he seemed completely unaware. She took advantage of this by getting close to Chan, despite the fact that something was developing between Chan and me. Chan and I shared unspoken feelings for each other—something that everyone else seemed to be aware of, except for us. Neither Chan nor I had yet acknowledged the burgeoning emotions between us.  One thing I made clear to Chan early in our relationship was my concern about Somi. I told him explicitly that she wasn’t a true friend and seemed intent on coming between us. Somi had never hidden her displeasure at our relationship, and whenever I was with Chan and the boys, her discomfort was palpable—an unease that seemed to be noticed only by Han and me. I tried to express my worries to Chan, but he dismissed them as overthinking. He reassured me that no one could create a rift between us, soothing my anxieties with his warm embrace. His words and presence made me feel cherished, allowing me to let go of my worries and fully enjoy our time together. As long as he was by my side, his love was a comforting shield against any doubts or fears, making every moment with him feel loved and secure.

Chan returned to the room, clad in comfy clothes, and slid into bed beside me. His kiss was soft yet intense, a promise of his affection that melted away my irritation. I tried to push aside the thought of Somi's late-night call and let myself be swept away by the moment. Our passion ignited as our kisses grew deeper and more fervent. We explored each other with a hunger that left our skin tingling, each touch and caress a testament to the love we shared. The warmth of his body against mine, combined with our shared intimacy, made me forget all else, immersing us in a night of heated, unspoken desire. After our passionate night, we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. When morning arrived, I busied myself preparing breakfast for Chan, who kept me company by sitting on the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone.

Suddenly, he looked up and said, "Oh, Somi called me last night and left a bunch of texts. I wonder what that’s about..."

I played it casual, trying to mask my curiosity. "Hmm, I wonder what could be so urgent," I replied, feigning innocence about the call he received.

"She just wanted to catch up, and apparently, she needs some help with an album," Chan said, scrolling through his phone. I felt a twinge of annoyance, knowing deep down that her real intention was to see him.

"Uhmm, she wants to catch up at 11:30 PM?" I asked, unable to completely mask my jealousy and making my discomfort with Somi's advances evident.

Chan chuckled at my reaction. "Ah, baby, come on. She just needs some help. You know your boyfriend is one of the best producers around. Who wouldn’t want free help from me?"

I smiled, rolling my eyes playfully. "Well, if you say so," I replied, though my feelings were still a mix of irritation and affection.

Chan slid off the counter and moved behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and drawing me tightly against him. His breath was warm and tantalizing against my neck as he whispered, "You look incredibly hot when you're jealous, you know? It makes me want to show you just how completely I’m yours, and how entirely you’re mine."

He began to trail soft, lingering kisses along my neck, each touch gentle yet electrifying. His lips brushed my skin with a mix of tenderness and desire, creating a slow, sensual dance of affection. I could feel the heat of his body pressing against mine, his touch a constant reminder of the passion and connection we shared. Every kiss was a promise, a pledge of his devotion and an invitation to lose ourselves in each other’s embrace.

I turned to face him, holding his gaze with a playful glint in my eyes. "Well, prove it then," I teased, my voice dripping with flirtation. "Show me that you're all mine."

Chan’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he replied, "Oh, you didn’t have to ask, baby girl. I was already planning to do just that."

With a swift, confident motion, he swept me off my feet, abandoning the breakfast I had been preparing—salad and orange juice forgotten. He carried me effortlessly to his room, where he laid me gently on the bed. His lips found mine in a fervent, passionate kiss, igniting a new wave of desire between us. Each kiss was infused with a deep longing, a promise of the morning's intimate connection. Chan's lips moved to my neck, his kisses igniting a fire that made me forget everything else on my mind. We began to slowly undress each other, our hands exploring with a mix of tenderness and fervor. As we shed our clothes, we lost ourselves in the act of adoration, each touch and caress a celebration of our passion and connection. We worshiped each other with a deep, consuming intensity, every moment becoming an intimate testament to our desire and devotion. His lips descended on my skin with a fervent hunger, wrapping around my sensitive bud. He sucked and bit gently, his touch a delicious blend of passion and tenderness. As he fondled and lavished it with affection, every sensation heightened my desire, leaving me yearning for more. “Uhm fuck, please stop teasing me, baby,” I begged, my voice trembling with a mix of frustration and longing. “Just fuck me already.”

Chan’s eyes sparkled with a teasing glint as he chuckled softly. “You’re so eager, aren’t you, baby girl?” he said, his voice rich with playful mockery. He reveled in the sight of my desperate need, enjoying every moment of my heightened anticipation.

“Maybe you should ask me a bit more nicely, and then I might just give it to you,” he said with a teasing grin, spanking my ass as if to emphasize his playful dominance.

I arched my back, my breath coming in quick, heated bursts. “Please, Channie,” I begged, my voice a sultry whisper. “Please fuck me.” My hands gripped the sheets as I pleaded, my desperation palpable. Every inch of me ached for his touch, and I begged with an intensity that mirrored the burning desire inside me, hoping he would finally surrender to my need. “There you go, love,” he said softly, his voice dripping with affection. “That’s all you needed to say, baby.” He began to pepper kisses across my cheeks, each touch gentle yet filled with yearning, his eyes locking with mine in a tender gaze.

“You’re my good girl,” he murmured between kisses, his words laced with admiration. “Such a good girl for me.” Overwhelmed by his tenderness, I whispered back, “I love you,” my voice trembling with emotion. As his lips found mine in a deep, passionate kiss, he puts his dick inside me, slowly, ensuring each movement was gentle and considerate, his touch intended to bring pleasure without pain. As he gradually increased his pace, a soft moan escaped my lips. “Ohhh yesss,” I gasped, savoring every second of his loving attention. Each movement was deliberate, a testament to his desire to show me just how deeply he cared. His rhythm and intensity built a crescendo of pleasure, enveloping us both in a cocoon of shared ecstasy. “You like it, baby?” he murmured, his voice heavy with desire as he continued his steady rhythm. “You got what you wanted so badly, didn’t you?”

His words were punctuated by the deep, satisfying pressure that made me shiver with pleasure. I nodded, my breath coming in soft, ragged gasps. “Yes baby” I managed to reply, my voice tinged with need and satisfaction.

He leaned closer, his eyes locked onto mine with a teasing glint. “Can you take it if I go harder, baby? Hmm?” His voice was a deep, seductive growl, each word dripping with the promise of heightened pleasure. His fingers, both tender and urgent, traced gentle patterns on my skin, the anticipation of his next move hanging tantalizingly in the air.

“Yes, yes, I can take it, Channie,” I breathed, my voice quivering with need and anticipation. “Go harder, please.”

A satisfied smirk played on his lips as he responded, “You asked for it, baby, and I’m going to give it to my baby girl.” With a deliberate motion, he spread my legs wider, positioning himself to explore me with even greater intensity. Each movement was calculated to amplify the pleasure, his touch both demanding and loving, as he fulfilled my every desire.

I clung to his shoulders, feeling the hard, warm contours of his muscles beneath my fingertips. Our chests pressed together, the heat of his body merging with mine, creating a shared warmth that was both comforting and electrifying. The sensation of our skin touching and moving in rhythm was intoxicating, each breath drawing us closer, each heartbeat syncing in a passionate dance. Those veiny hands, always my weakness, wrapped around my neck with a possessive yet gentle grip. The sensation of his fingers against my skin was electrifying, as he applied a light pressure that made my breath hitch. Each touch of his hand was both firm and tender, a teasing reminder of his control and desire. The intimacy of his grip sent waves of warmth and arousal through me, heightening the connection between us and amplifying the intensity of the moment.

“Channie , I’m gonna come” I gasped, my voice a breathy murmur as pleasure built within me.

“Yeah? Already?” he chuckled, his tone dripping with playful affection. “Hold on for me, love. Just a little longer.”

With a renewed urgency, he quickened his pace, his thrusts growing more intense and deliberate. His fingers moved with expert precision, pressing and rubbing against my sensitive bud with an electrifying pressure. The sensation was overwhelming, the friction causing my body to writhe and quiver. Each touch was calculated to heighten my pleasure, pushing me closer to the edge as the waves of ecstasy became almost too intense to bear.

“Come with me, baby,” he whispered, his voice a sultry murmur as we both approached the peak of our pleasure. “Come all over my Cock.”

In a shared wave of ecstasy, we reached the climax together. “I love you,” I breathed out between heated kisses, our breaths mingling in a fervent dance. Our mouths met in passionate, rushed kisses, each touch conveying the depth of our affection and the overwhelming intensity of our shared moment.

After that day, I found myself unable to broach the subject of the incident with Somi. Chan’s unwavering affection had so thoroughly dispelled the shadows of doubt and jealousy that lingered in my mind. His love had washed over me, erasing every trace of anxiety and leaving me content to postpone discussing the matter until another time.

As the image lingered on my screen, I was left grappling with a surge of feelings. The jealousy I had managed to suppress was now bubbling to the surface, fueled by the unexpected revelation. I couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal and confusion, knowing that Chan had kept this from me. The unresolved tension with Somi, which I had hoped to move past, now seemed to demand my attention once more.

Just as I was wrestling with these thoughts, Chan entered the room, his demeanor still marked by the stress of his work. His earlier frustration was evident, casting a shadow over his usually warm presence. He greeted me with a weary smile, unaware of the storm of emotions I was navigating. The contrast between his strained mood and my turbulent feelings made the moment even more fraught with complexity.

As I closed the article, a deep sigh escaped my lips. I needed to address these feelings, but the weight of my emotions made it difficult to find the right words. Chan's love had indeed made me forget the jealousy, but the sight of him with Somi had rekindled old uncertainties. It was clear that we would need to confront this issue sooner or later, but for now, I resolved to focus on our present, cherishing the love we shared while preparing myself for the conversation that lay ahead.

As Chan entered the room, his demeanor was still marked by the stress of his work. His shoulders were tense, and his eyes carried a weariness that contrasted sharply with the turmoil brewing inside me.

“Hey, you okay?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the storm of emotions I was feeling.

“Yeah, just a rough day love” Chan replied, his voice carrying the strain of his work. He sat down on the bed, his usual vibrancy dimmed.

I hesitated, feeling the weight of my anger and hurt. I wanted to confront him about the photograph but wasn’t sure how to begin. “You want to talk about it?” I asked, hoping to break the ice and find a way to discuss what was troubling me.

He shook his head slightly, offering a faint smile. “It’s okay love. Just need to unwind.” He patted the space beside him, inviting me to sit.

I took the spot next to him, my mind racing with a mix of betrayal, anger, and disappointment. Seeing Chan and Somi together had stirred up old grievances and left me feeling deeply hurt. I struggled to mask my feelings, but the sting was undeniable.

Chan must have sensed my discomfort. He looked at me with concern. “Hey, you’ve been quiet. Everything okay love?”

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice despite the simmering anger. “I saw something earlier today—an article about you and Somi. It looked like you two were having a great time together.”

Chan’s face registered surprise and then discomfort. “Oh, that. Baby, I forgot to mention that. It was just a dinner celebrating the success of her album, Nothing more."

His explanation only fueled my frustration. “You knew how I felt about her and how unhappy I am with her spending time with you. You know she’s been trying to win you over. Don’t you think you should have at least mentioned this to me right after it happened?”

Chan’s expression shifted to irritation. “baby Seriously? You’re getting upset over this? It was just a dinner. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

The tension between us escalated. “Not a big deal? You’re dismissing my feelings. It’s not just about a dinner; it’s about trust and consideration. I find out from an article instead of you. That feels like a betrayal.”

Chan’s frustration was evident as he rubbed his temples. “I’m dealing with a lot right now. Can’t you see that this is just adding to it? I didn’t think you’d blow up over something so minor.”

“Minor to you, maybe,” I shot back. “But for me, it’s about how you handle things. When I have to hear about your interactions with someone I’ve been clear about not liking, it makes me question how much you really consider my feelings.”

The room was thick with unresolved tension as we sat in silence, the weight of our emotions hanging heavy. Chan’s irritation and my hurt created a chasm that seemed difficult to bridge in that moment.

 “Y/N, you’re just overthinking this,” Chan said, his voice straining with frustration. “She hasn’t said or hinted about anything such as feelings. She’s been asking to catch up for a while, and it was her album release last week. Don’t you think it’s only polite for me to attend that? And don’t believe those stupid rumors you see. It wasn’t a freaking date. It was just a friendly dinner, for fucks sake.”

His dismissive tone only fueled the anger that was bubbling inside me. I felt a surge of frustration and disbelief at how he could minimize my feelings so easily. “So, it’s just about being polite now? You’re telling me that after everything, you couldn’t have at least told me about this? You know how much I dislike her and how uncomfortable I am with her trying to get close to you. This isn’t just about a dinner, Chan. It’s about respect and communication. It feels like you’re dismissing my feelings and making excuses!”

Chan’s face hardened, frustration evident. “I’m doing my best to manage everything, and you’re blowing this out of proportion. I just genuinely forgot about it. It was just a casual meet-up to celebrate her album. You’re letting these rumors get to you and making a big deal out of nothing.”

I stared at him, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and disappointment. “It’s not just about what you think is ‘nothing,’ Chan. It’s about how you handle things that concern us both. When you keep things from me and act like my concerns are trivial, it makes me feel unimportant and disrespected. This isn’t just about a dinner—it’s about how you’re treating me and our relationship.”

The tension between us was palpable, a raw and jagged edge that made it hard to find common ground. Our words hung in the air, the weight of our emotions casting a shadow over the room. My voice rose as I realized the depth of the issue. “You had a whole week to tell me about this, We share every detail of our days. How could you forget to mention this? You said it was a week ago—was that the day you came home late? You told me you had to work late and meet a friend for work. Was this the friend you mentioned?”

Chan’s frustration grew as my voice rose. “Tone it down; the boys are in the next room.”

“Oh, please, like I care,” I snapped back, my voice sharp. “This isn’t just about noise, Chan. This is about you brushing off my concerns.”

Chan’s face reddened, his patience wearing thin. He stepped closer, the intensity in his eyes sharpening. “You’re making a mountain out of a molehill. Yeah, she was the friend I mentioned. I didn’t say it was Somi because I knew you’d overthink it. I thought I’d tell you when I got home. But I couldn’t bring it up that night because things were too peaceful between us—I didn’t want to ruin it. And after that, I just let it slide because I thought it wasn’t worth the fight. But yeah, I wanted to tell you, but I forgot.”

I shook my head, my anger burning. “So, you just forgot? You think that’s acceptable? We share every detail of our lives, and now you’re telling me you just forgot? You come home late, say you’re working, and then conveniently ‘forget’ to mention this?”

Chan’s jaw tightened, frustration and ego clashing. “I’m not trying to play games, but seriously, if you’re going to turn every small issue into a major crisis, then maybe we need to rethink how we handle things.”

With a sudden, almost palpable shift in the air, Chan closed the distance between us. He backed me against the wall, his presence looming and intense. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, “Y/N, you better watch your tone. You don’t want the boys finding out how much of a disobedient brat you are. They don’t need to know how you’re pushing my limits right now.”

His hand slid up the wall, his fingers gripping firmly. With a deliberate movement, he placed his other hand around my throat, his grip just tight enough to make me gasp. The pressure was a mix of control and a raw, intense desire, his touch both commanding and possessive. “You think this is just about forgetting something? It’s not. It’s about how you’re testing my patience and pushing my limits. Every time you dig deeper, you’re playing with fire. I’m trying to keep things from blowing up, but you keep pushing, and it’s driving me wild. So, here’s your warning: tread carefully, or you might find out just how intense this can get.”

Despite the suffocating heat of the moment and the fierce grip on my throat, I held his gaze without a hint of fear. My blood was boiling, a mix of anger and adrenaline surging through me. I refused to break eye contact, staring into his fierce eyes, determined to show him that even in this charged confrontation, I wouldn’t back down.

The space between us crackled with a mixture of anger and simmering, almost dangerous desire. His grip on my throat was both a threat and an invitation, a reminder of the raw, electric tension between us. As his eyes bore into mine, the intensity of the moment made my pulse quicken, and the boundary between conflict and something far more primal seemed to blur. My breath hitched, and every glance, every touch, was charged with an undercurrent of sexual tension that left me breathless and conflicted.

He then seized my lower lip with a firm grip, dragging it down with a slow, deliberate motion that sent a shiver through me. His thumb traced over the edge with an almost predatory grace, the contact both teasing and electrifying. ‘Cat got your tongue?’ he murmured, his voice a low, sultry growl that seemed to echo in the charged silence between us. His gaze was intense, his eyes smoldering with a blend of dark amusement and smoldering heat. ‘Where’s that defiant brat who was so quick to talk back just moments ago?’ His words hung in the air, thick with unspoken promises and the dangerous allure of control, making the space between us crackle with a palpable, simmering tension.

As I opened my mouth to retort, a sharp knock on the door shattered the charged atmosphere. ‘We’ve got our food, guys! Hurry before it’s all gone!’ Changbin’s voice was a blunt intrusion, slicing through the simmering tension. Chan’s gaze hardened into a stern command, a silent order that left no room for defiance. His eyes, dark with authority, locked onto mine, a clear message of control. With a resigned, almost begrudging gesture, he swung the door open, his presence still a palpable force. I followed him out, each step an uneasy dance between my wounded ego and the unresolved frustration that burned beneath the surface. The taste of his dominance lingered, a sharp reminder of his control that only deepened my irritation as we moved into the hallway.

I forced a smile as I faced the others, my effort to conceal the recent clash with Chan clear in every strained curve of my lips. Despite the lingering heat of our argument, I plastered on a cheerful facade and engaged with the group, deliberately avoiding Chan’s piercing gaze. ‘Which movie should we watch?’ Hyunjin’s question broke the uneasy silence, his voice bright and casual.

As suggestions flew around—some enticing, others mundane—we finally settled on a family comedy. It wasn’t my first choice, but I agreed to it, my reluctance masked by the pretense of casual interest. Every moment I spent in the presence of the group was a calculated distraction from Chan’s unwavering, intense stare, which seemed to follow me like a relentless shadow. The comedy played on, but the undercurrent of our earlier confrontation remained, a simmering tension beneath the surface.

The evening unfolded with a casual ease as we shared food and laughter over a random family comedy—a film that barely held my interest but was more than made up for by the lively company. Yet, amidst the warmth and camaraderie, my attention kept returning to Chan. Seated in the shadowed corner with his laptop, he was ostensibly lost in work, but I could feel his gaze like a simmering heat against my skin.

Every now and then, my senses would catch the subtle intensity of his scrutiny, a silent force that seemed to coil around me. When our eyes finally locked, I couldn’t help but roll mine in a deliberate gesture of defiance. His reaction was swift and unmistakable—a slow, deliberate poke of his tongue against his cheek, a subtle yet potent sign of his growing irritation.

The exchange ignited a fire within me. His irritation was not a deterrent but a spark that kindled my own rising irritation. The air was thick with tension. I decided to turn up the heat, teasing him from my seat. I moved slowly, arching my back and letting my fingers brush over my shirt’s neckline, drawing attention to my collarbone. Each move was deliberate, meant to provoke him from his spot in the front right corner.

Even though I was angry, I couldn’t ignore how much I wanted him. I felt a heat building between my legs, a sign of how much he affected me. Every glance and movement was meant to stir him up, making my frustration and desire mix into an intense feeling that I couldn’t hide.

Moments later, Chan took out his phone and sent me a message “Meet me in the room in 5,” it read, his tone commanding. My pulse quickened at the command, and though every part of me wanted to obey, my frustration held me back. I couldn’t help but smirk as I shot back a defiant “No, thanks. I’m good right here.” even as I could feel my body’s eager response to his words. The heat building between my legs was a stark reminder of how much he affected me, a delicious torment that only heightened my desire.

His response was immediate and unmistakable. I could almost feel the heat of his frustration through the screen. The tension between us escalated, each of his silent responses heightening the challenge. His irritation was palpable, and I could sense the thin veneer of his control beginning to crack.

As the movie came to an end, the guys began bidding each other good night. Their cheerful farewells were a stark contrast to the simmering tension between Chan and me. I hurried to the washroom, my heart pounding with a mix of nervous anticipation and excitement.

In the privacy of the washroom, I went through my routine with trembling hands, my mind racing with thoughts of what might come next. The sound of laughter and footsteps from the living room seemed distant and muted, overshadowed by the charged silence that awaited me. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the inevitable confrontation, my nerves tingling with both excitement and trepidation.

I hurried to the bedroom, my heart pounding as I tried to avoid anyone catching a glimpse of my flustered and nervous face. Once inside, I slammed the door shut and took a moment to steady myself. I muttered under my breath, irritation seeping into my voice. “I need to stop being so worked up,” I told myself, frustrated with the way my emotions had gotten the better of me. I was determined to talk things out with Chan, but I knew I had to do it calmly and without letting my irritation completely take over.

I waited impatiently for Chan to arrive, trying to distract myself with my skincare routine. Each movement, from smoothing on moisturizer to gently massaging in serum, felt like a slow, deliberate act meant to ease the restlessness that pulsed through me. The door creaked open and Chan walked in, his presence immediately shifting the air in the room. With a decisive click, he locked the door behind him, the sound echoing like a prelude to what was about to unfold.

Our eyes locked in the mirror as he approached, his gaze burning with a heat that made my skin prickle. I could feel the intensity of his stare, like a tangible force that wrapped around me, making my heart race and my breath hitch. The mirror reflected his eyes, dark with unspoken desires, as he watched me with an almost predatory focus.

I summoned every bit of confidence I could muster, my body reacting to the charged atmosphere. I arched an eyebrow, turning slightly to meet his gaze, a smirk playing on my lips. “You still haven’t given me an explanation,” I said, my voice dripping with a provocative mix of challenge and allure. The words were meant to provoke, to draw him in, but the way he looked at me, with that smoldering intensity, made the air between us thick with undeniable, electric tension.

Chan closed the distance between us with a purposeful stride, his presence overwhelming as he stepped behind me. His hands moved with a commanding intensity—one hand gripping my hair tightly, pulling me to my feet, and the other sliding around my neck, applying just enough pressure to make my breath hitch. The pain from his grip on my scalp was sharp but strangely exhilarating, a testament to the roughness that both unsettled and thrilled me.

I felt his body press against mine, the heat and strength of him a constant reminder of the power he wielded. As he pushed me roughly against the wall, my back arched slightly, and I tried to push him away with a half-hearted resistance. My attempts were weak, almost perfunctory, as part of me still wanted to cling to the defiant stance I’d taken. The tight grip on my neck made it hard to speak, but I managed to hold on to my resolve, even as my body responded to his touch with a mix of frustration and undeniable desire.

Despite the storm of emotions swirling within me, I refused to let go of my stance. As much as I wanted to surrender to the sensation of his dominance, I wasn’t ready to let him off the hook without getting the explanation I needed. The mixture of pain and pleasure made my pulse race, and my thoughts were a chaotic blend of yearning and irritation, driven by the need to resolve our argument while still acknowledging the fierce attraction between us.

The kiss was a wild rush, a clash of heated emotions and desperate need. Chan’s lips moved against mine with a fierce urgency, his grip on my neck and hair tightening just enough to make my pulse race. The sensation of his tongue parting my lips and sliding against mine was electrifying, a deep, passionate exploration that seemed to consume every ounce of my resolve.

I was pressed against him, my body molded to his as I instinctively reached up, my hands finding their way to his shoulders. I gripped them tightly, pulling him closer, my fingers tangling in his hair and pushing him more firmly against me. The roughness of his kiss, combined with the force of his body pressing me against the wall, sent waves of desire crashing through me, mingled with the frustration of our earlier argument.

Chan didn’t stop; he continued to rub himself against me, his movements fervent and unrelenting. The anger inside me fueled my determination not to give in easily. I tried to push him away lightly, my voice strained but defiant. “Don’t think I’m letting you fuck me without an explanation,” I managed to say between kisses, my attempts to resist failing as he pressed on.

With a mocking smirk, Chan whispered, “Let’s see about that,” his voice dripping with cocky assurance. His lips traveled to my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and searing hickeys that made me gasp and shiver. I tried to push him away again, but he only chuckled, his eyes locked onto mine with a predatory gleam. “You can push me all you want,” he taunted, “I’m not gonna stop until you say the safe word.”

In one swift motion, Chan tore off my shirt, exposing me completely. His eyes widened momentarily, and then a low, mocking laugh escaped his lips. “You’re such a tease,” he drawled, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and dark desire. “Walking around braless, practically daring me to notice. Did you enjoy the thought that anyone might see your hard nipples? Maybe it was just for me, hmm?”

He leaned closer, his breath hot against my exposed skin as he pinched my bud roughly, eliciting a sharp cry from me. The pain was immediate and intense, sending a jolt through my body, but it was quickly overshadowed by a wave of unexpected pleasure. The sting was both punishing and exhilarating, making me shudder and gasp.

Chan's relentless movements continued as he pressed his body against mine with increasing intensity. His knees rubbed against my core, and I couldn’t help but let out a lewd moan, the sound escaping me despite my attempt to suppress it. The embarrassment of how easily I was giving in to him only fueled my frustration, a mix of shame and undeniable pleasure coursing through me.

Chan’s smirk widened, clearly satisfied with the effect he had on me. He took my reaction as a victory, his ego visibly bolstered by the sound of my involuntary moan. Without missing a beat, he shifted his focus, leaning down to suck harshly on my sensitive bud. The combination of his aggressive sucking, accompanied by a mix of kisses and bites, made me gasp and writhe against him, caught between intense pleasure and a gnawing sense of surrender.

As his mouth worked its way over me with relentless, domineering force, he continued to kiss and tease, proving his craving for every inch of me. His lips traveled from my chest downwards, leaving a trail of heated kisses and tantalizing bites as he moved lower. When he reached my belly button, he paused briefly, his tongue flicking teasingly around it before continuing south. His kisses grew more insistent as he moved to my hipbones, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through me, and I found myself struggling to control the desperate urge to let go completely.

Despite my inner turmoil, I could barely muster the words. I managed to whisper, “Chan… wait…” My voice was a mix of pleading and hesitation, a fragile attempt to assert control while desperately wanting him to stop before I lost myself completely. Chan's gaze remained fixed on mine, his smirk never fading as he reached for my shorts. He deftly slid them down, revealing my dampness. His eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he traced a finger through the slick evidence of my desire, a smirk curling on his lips as he elicited a moan from me with the contact. The sensation of his finger rubbing through my wetness was both torturous and thrilling, pushing me closer to the edge of surrender despite my attempts to hold on.

Chan’s finger traced through my wetness, his touch deliberately slow and teasing as he rubbed my bud, leaving me needy and quivering. Every motion heightened my arousal, making me acutely aware of my complete vulnerability. I was fully exposed and weak, standing naked before him while he remained fully dressed, an embodiment of control and dominance. The deep contrast between our states only intensified my desire, fueling a fire within me that I struggled to contain.

With a firm grip, Chan turned me around, pushing me against the wall. He held my hands behind my back, securing them with a commanding hold. His voice was a mix of sternness and mocking amusement as he leaned in close. “You could have told me you wanted to be treated like a slut,” he said, his breath hot against my ear. “You didn’t have to make up such a drama. Acting like a freaking brat, going against me.”

The harshness of his words and the dominance in his tone made my pulse race, the combination of his control and my exposed state pushing me further into a state of yearning and surrender. His hands were firm and unyielding as he held me in place, the stark contrast between his composed demeanor and my helplessness igniting a fierce, uncontrollable desire within me.

The contrast between his control and my naked vulnerability only heightened my frustration. Despite my position, I couldn't hold back. I glared at him over my shoulder, the defiance in my eyes undeniable. “Is this how you really get off, Chan?” I snapped back, trying to muster every ounce of defiance I could. “By making me feel worthless? You think you can just bully me into submission?”

Chan's eyes darkened with anger at my insolence. His grip tightened on my wrists, pulling them harder behind my back as he pressed his body closer against mine. “Oh, so you want to play the brat, huh?” he growled, his voice dripping with venom. “I’m not going to hold back just because you’re acting like a spoiled child. You’ve made your bed, now lie in it.”

His words were sharp, his tone harsh and unrelenting. With a sudden roughness, he began to push against me, his body pressing me harder into the wall. His movements were forceful and commanding, each touch and thrust deliberate, aimed at breaking down my resistance. His hands roamed over my exposed skin with a brutal intensity, his fingers leaving heated marks as he gripped and maneuvered me.

“You wanted to act tough and defiant,” he continued, his breath hot and ragged against my ear. “Now you’re going to get exactly what you asked for. I’m going to show you just how much control I have, and you’re going to take every bit of it.”

His anger and frustration fueled his roughness, each word and movement a testament to his dominance. The fierceness of his actions, combined with his degrading remarks, made me shiver with a mixture of fear and intense arousal. His complete control over me, coupled with his harsh treatment, left me teetering on the edge, caught between the torment of his dominance and the desperate need he ignited within me.

Chan’s grip remained relentless as he maneuvered me toward the bed, his forceful movements making it clear he was in complete control. With a decisive push, he sent me sprawling onto the bed, my body falling onto my back with a soft thud. I lay there, catching my breath, my mind spinning from the intensity of his rough treatment and the overwhelming arousal that coursed through me. The room seemed to tilt as I struggled to regain my composure, the lingering effects of his dominance leaving me dizzy and craving more.

Chan stepped away briefly, leaving me momentarily alone. I took the chance to breathe, trying to steady myself as I processed the heady mix of frustration and desire that had taken over. My skin was still tingling from his touch, and the ache of anticipation was almost unbearable.

When Chan returned, he held a pair of leather handcuffs in his hand. My eyes widened slightly at the sight; it was rare for him to bring them out unless the situation called for serious restraint. His gaze was intense, his demeanor unyielding. “Get on all fours, on the bed,” he commanded, his voice firm and unrelenting.

I hesitated, staring at him with a mixture of defiance and uncertainty. Chan’s expression shifted into a wicked smile, a glint of both warning and temptation in his eyes. He moved closer, his fingers gripping my face with a firm yet tender touch. Leaning in, he whispered in a low, dangerous tone, “You’re playing a risky game, and you know the stakes. Test me further, and you might just find yourself in deeper trouble than you bargained for.”

His words were a seductive threat, the promise of more intense control hanging heavily in the air. The tension between us was palpable, and I could feel my resolve wavering under the weight of his gaze and his menacingly tempting warning. After a moment of strained silence, I slowly moved into position, my hands and knees finding their place on the bed. The vulnerability of the position made my heart race, the anticipation of what would come next heightening every nerve in my body. Chan’s eyes followed my every move, his smirk a blend of satisfaction and unspoken promise.

Chan's hand came down sharply on my bare buttocks, making me gasp and lose my breath. The sudden sting was intense, and my body tensed up from the pain. I moaned, the sharpness of his touch mixing with a deep, growing arousal.

He quickly crossed my hands infront of me and cuffed them to the headboard. With my hands restrained, I was left balancing on my elbows, my body arching in a very exposed and vulnerable position. I felt completely at his mercy, struggling to hold myself up, the helplessness making me acutely aware of how much I was at his control. He leaned over, his lips brushing softly against my butt cheeks, his kisses tender but charged with a teasing intensity. “Is this what you wanted?” he whispered, his breath warm and tantalizing against my skin. “You wanted to play tough, but look at you now. All exposed and at my mercy.”

I shivered, barely able to keep my voice steady. “No… I—” I gasped, the combination of pain and pleasure making my voice tremble. “I didn’t mean it like that… please…”

Each kiss was a tantalizing promise, his breath hot against my skin. He nibbled and bit gently, his mouth so close to where I was most sensitive, causing me to moan softly. “I can feel how much you want this,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry. “You’ve been dripping for me, haven’t you? How can you act so defiant when you’re so desperate?”

“Yes…” I moaned, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I… I’m so desperate… please, Chan…”

Chan’s teasing grew more intense, and he rubbed his body against me, his hardness evident as he pressed against my dripping core. “You were getting all possessive and jealous,” he taunted, his voice dripping with satisfaction and mockery. “Thinking I’m down for someone else? That I’ve fallen for her tricks? You’re all that runs through my mind day and night.”

I gasped as he pressed himself against me, my body reacting to his dominance. “I… I just…” I stammered, struggling to find my words amid the overwhelming need. “I didn’t want to see you with anyone else…”

His movements were deliberate and demanding as he humped himself against me, the pressure and friction sending waves of pleasure through me. “You did this to me, baby,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Even after acting like a brat, I’m craving your warmth. Just yours, love.” “Please…” I whimpered, feeling overwhelmed by his touch and the raw intensity of his need. “I need you… so much…”

the contrast between his dominance and the vulnerability of my position only heightened the tension. Chan’s words and actions made it clear how much he wanted me, the erotic charge between us palpable. His relentless teasing and rough touches left me aching for more, caught in the whirlwind of his control and my own deep-seated desire. Without any warning, Chan’s hand came down sharply on my exposed buttocks, sending a jolt of pain through me. The sudden sting made me gasp, the intensity catching me off guard. Before I could even react or adjust to the sharpness of the first spank, he delivered another, even harder, leaving no room for relief or recovery.

“Channie, please stop, it hurts!” I cried out, my voice trembling with both pain and desperation. The stinging sensation was overwhelming, and the lack of any soothing touch or moment to catch my breath only intensified the discomfort. Chan didn’t stop; he kept spanking me, and I lost track after the tenth hit. Tears ran down my face as the pain mixed with a surprising pleasure. The rough fabric of his sweatpants kept rubbing against my wet core, leaving a noticeable wet patch.

“You want me to stop?” Chan’s voice was low, with a teasing edge. “You should have thought about this earlier when you were being a brat and refused to come to the room. Now look at you, so needy and wet.” The combination of his smacks and his body pressed against mine made me sob and gasp. Chan paused, his touch gentler as he rubbed the spots he had spanked. “Color?” he asked softly, his voice showing concern but also a hint of desire.

I struggled to catch my breath. “G… green,” I managed to say, my voice shaky. Chan’s touch was comforting, but his eyes were full of hunger. “Just tell me the safeword, and I’ll stop everything, okay?” Chan said, his voice reassuring yet firm, making sure I felt safe even as things went overboard.

Chan's hard member pressed insistently against me, his rhythmic humping making me moan loudly, craving more. Each movement only heightened my need, leaving me unable to hold back my sounds of pleasure.

“Shhh,” Chan said, his voice a mix of desire and control. “As much as I love hearing you moan, you need to keep it down. We don’t want to wake the boys.”

“Put it in, Channie,” I demanded, my voice filled with frustration and need. The raw urgency in my tone only seemed to irritate him further.

“You still haven’t said ‘please’ or apologized for acting like a brat, have you?” Chan said, his irritation clear. With a swift motion, he uncuffed me from the headboard and roughly tossed me onto my back. He cuffed my wrists again, this time securing them in a new position.

Chan spread my legs wide, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. My sore ass made contact with the bed, sending a wave of discomfort through me that mixed with the pleasure, making me whimper.

Chan knelt between my legs, his intense gaze fixed on me as he admired the marks he had left on my body. “Shit,” he murmured, his voice thick with raw desire. “You look fucking incredible, covered with hickies.”

His fingers trailed over my exposed skin, and I felt every touch like a jolt of electricity. When his hand grazed my sensitive bud, I squirmed, unable to control the waves of pleasure that surged through me. The desperate need for more had me arching my back, silently pleading for him to take me further.

Chan’s eyes locked onto mine, and he took his time, clearly enjoying the way his touch made me writhe. Finally, he slid two fingers inside me, but he moved so slowly it was almost torturous. Each inch he pushed inside me was deliberate, making me gasp and moan as I felt the full, agonizing pleasure of his teasing. The slow, almost teasing pace only heightened my desperation, each moment stretching out the delicious torment.

Chan’s fingers picked up speed, thrusting deeper and faster, driving me to the edge of my sanity after such a long, torturous wait. Each stroke was a sweet release from the agonizing tease he had put me through. As I lost myself in the rhythm, Chan leaned down and kissed me, his lips urgent and demanding.

“You better keep your mouth shut,” he murmured against my lips, his bite sharp but electrifying. His kisses deepened, a silencing gesture meant to control the sounds escaping me.

“More,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.

“You want more?” Chan’s voice was thick with desire, his breath hot against my skin.

“Yes, more please, Channie,” I pleaded, my need evident.

Without hesitation, Chan added another two fingers, stretching me further. The sensation was a mix of pain and pleasure, the stretch making me gasp and shiver as I adjusted to the fullness.

“Shit, you’re so hot, love,” Chan groaned, his voice rough with raw emotion. “Fuck, I want to hear you moan for me.”

As Chan's fingers continued their relentless pace, the pleasure built up inside me until I was on the brink of cumming. My moans grew louder, my body arching and squirming with the intensity of my impending orgasm.

Chan seemed to sense my climax approaching. With a sudden, almost cruel precision, he withdrew his fingers, stopping me just before I could let go. The abrupt halt left me gasping and twitching, the overwhelming need for release almost unbearable. He looked down at me with a satisfied smirk, clearly enjoying the control he had over my pleasure. “Not yet,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I want you to beg for it.”

I whined in frustration, my voice trembling. “Ugh, fuck you.” Chan’s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and disappointment. “I’m being so nice to you, and this is how you still behave?” His voice was sharp, his irritation clear. Without warning, he delivered a stinging slap to my wet heat. The sudden pain made me cry out loudly, my body jolting from the intensity. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the heat of my frustration.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I begged, my voice cracking with desperation. “Please, just fuck me, Channie, please!” Chan’s expression shifted as he heard my desperate pleas. A wicked smile spread across his face, clearly satisfied by my begging. The sight of me so vulnerable and pleading was exactly what he wanted. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “Now that’s what I wanted to hear,” he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. “Please, baby,” I begged, my voice trembling with vulnerability. I let go of my ego and self-respect, desperate for his touch after the long, intense battle. My need was palpable, and I could feel the heat pooling between my legs, begging for release.

Chan’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he heard my pleas. He kissed me roughly, his lips crashing against mine with a fierce urgency. His teeth bit down hard, the sharp sting mixing with the searing pleasure. “You gotta be patient, baby,” he growled, his voice dripping with dominance and desire. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he pulled away, his gaze dark and intense. He lowered his head to my wet heat, his tongue sliding out to taste me with a languid, greedy lick. “Fuck,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Please uncuff me, baby. I need to touch you. Please.”

Chan’s actions were desperate, almost starving. He slurped and sucked at me with an unrestrained hunger, his tongue flicking and swirling around my sensitive bud. The feeling of his mouth on me was overwhelming, each nip and lick driving me wild with need. My body squirmed and arched beneath him, my moans muffled by the intensity of his relentless touch. The raw, heated connection between us was almost unbearable, leaving me trembling and craving more.

Chan kept his tongue working relentlessly, pushing me right to the edge. I was gasping and moaning, almost there, when he suddenly stopped. The sudden break left me hanging, and I cried out in frustration, my body straining towards him, desperate for the release I’d been so close to.

He looked at me with a mix of satisfaction and teasing. “You’re almost there,” he said, his voice low and taunting. “But you’re not getting it until I say so.” The sudden denial made my need even more intense. I squirmed on the bed, every part of me aching for the release he had so cruelly taken away. The tension was overwhelming, making my desire for him even stronger.

Chan kept me exposed and vulnerable, his own body fully dressed while I lay bare and aching for him. The contrast of his clothed form against my nakedness only amplified my need.

Without any warning, he pulled down his pants just enough to free himself, his movements quick and deliberate. In one powerful thrust, he pushed into me, filling me completely and stretching me to the brim. The sudden invasion made me gasp, a loud moan escaping my lips. “Uhhhh, fuckkkkkk,” I cried out, my voice raw with the intensity of the moment.

Chan’s eyes were dark with pleasure as he grunted, “Oh, fuck yeah.” His voice was filled with satisfaction, every word dripping with lust. The sensation of him inside me was overwhelming, his dominance and control making my body ache for more. The heat between us was almost unbearable, the tension crackling in the air as he claimed me, each thrust pushing us both to the edge.

Chan's thrusts were relentless, driving into me with a force that made every nerve in my body tingle. His movements were deliberate and powerful, pushing me closer to the brink with each stroke. I writhed beneath him, my body responding instinctively to the overwhelming pleasure and the deep connection we shared.

Every thrust made me gasp and moan, the sound of our breaths mingling in the charged air. Chan’s hands gripped my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my skin as he held me in place. “You feel so fucking good,” he growled, his voice rough and raw. “I can’t get enough of you.”

The way he moved inside me, the sheer intensity of his desire, was almost too much to handle. His dominance was palpable, every thrust a testament to the control he wielded over me, The pressure building with each stroke, making it harder to hold back my cries of pleasure.

I reached up to touch him, but the cuffs kept me restrained, heightening my sense of helplessness and heightening the pleasure. Chan’s pace quickened, the urgency of his movements matching the frantic beating of my heart. “Tell me how much you need me,” he demanded, his voice a low, commanding growl.

“Please, Channie,” I managed to gasp, my voice trembling with need. “I need you so much.”

He responded with a deep, satisfied growl, his pace becoming more erratic as he lost himself in the moment. “That’s right,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “You need me, and I’m going to make sure you get everything you’ve been craving.”

Chan adjusted my legs, lifting them and wrapping them over his shoulders, pulling me into a new, deeper position. The angle made his thrusts hit even more intensely, each movement driving me to the brink. His powerful thrusts were almost brutal, making me gasp with every stroke.

“Please,” I moaned, my voice pleading. “Touch me more. Take off your clothes. I want to feel your warmth, Channie.” Chan’s eyes were dark with desire as he looked down at me, his grip on my hips tightening. “You want me to take off my clothes, huh?” he growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You want to feel every inch of me?” Without missing a beat, he pulled back just enough to shed his clothes, his gaze locked on mine with a predatory intensity. “Is this what you needed?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “You wanted me fully exposed, didn’t you?”

As he removed his clothes, his bare skin pressed against mine, amplifying the connection between us. He resumed his relentless pace, each thrust making me shiver with pleasure. “You feel so fucking good,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m going to make sure you remember this night.”

I could barely respond, my body overwhelmed by the intensity of his movements. “Yes, Chan,” I gasped. “More. I need more.” He growled in response, his thrusts growing more urgent. “You’re driving me crazy,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “You wanted this, and now you’re getting everything you asked for. Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.”

His rough, commanding words only fueled my desire, making every thrust feel even more intense. The heat between us was almost unbearable, our bodies moving in a frenzied rhythm that left us both gasping and moaning.

Chan’s intensity only increased, his thrusts becoming even more powerful. With my wrists still cuffed to the bed, I felt completely at his mercy. He leaned over me, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re all mine, baby,” he growled, his voice filled with possessiveness. “Nobody can ever take me away from you. No one.”

“You like this, don’t you?” he continued, his tone both demanding and filled with satisfaction. “You love being at my mercy, feeling every bit of my control.”

I could barely respond, my body trembling under his dominance. “Yes, Chan,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. “I love it. I need it.”

A wicked smile played on his lips as he leaned down, his face inches from mine. “Good,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Because I’m not stopping until you’re completely mine.”

He kissed me fiercely, his lips crashing against mine with a hunger that left me breathless. His tongue explored my mouth with a wild, unrestrained passion, making my heart race even faster. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust was filled with an almost primal intensity that made me lose myself in him.

Chan’s hands roamed over my body, touching and teasing every sensitive spot. His fingers dug into my skin, leaving marks that would remind me of this night long after it was over. The roughness of his touch combined with the tenderness of his kisses created a whirlwind of sensations that left me begging for more.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against my lips, his voice a mix of possessiveness and affection. “All mine.”

“Yours,” I echoed, my voice filled with a mix of submission and longing. “Always yours, Chan.”

He growled in satisfaction, his pace quickening even more. The bed creaked under the force of his thrusts, our bodies moving together in a dance of raw, unfiltered passion. The air was thick with the sounds of our moans and the rhythmic slap of our bodies coming together.

Chan’s hands found their way to my thighs, lifting my legs higher and opening me up even more to his relentless assault. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “I want to see your face when you come.”

I locked eyes with him, my gaze filled with a mix of love and lust. “Chan,” I gasped, my voice trembling. “I’m so close.”

He smirked, his eyes darkening with satisfaction. “Good,” he murmured. “Come for me, baby. Show me how much you need me.”

His words sent me over the edge, my body convulsing in a powerful release that left me gasping for breath. Chan watched me intently, his own control slipping as he drove us both to the brink.

With a final, powerful thrust, he found his own release, a deep, guttural moan escaping his lips as he filled me completely. He collapsed against me, our bodies tangled together in the aftermath of our intense encounter.

For a moment, we just lay there, our breaths mingling, hearts racing. Chan’s fingers brushed gently over my skin, his touch now tender and loving.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I smiled, my heart swelling with affection. “I feel the same way, Chan. You’re everything to me.”

He kissed me softly, the aggression giving way to a deep, abiding love. “Let’s stay like this,” he murmured against my lips. “Just you and me.”

“Always,” I whispered back, my fingers threading through his hair. “Always.”

As we lay wrapped in each other's arms, the weight of the earlier tension slowly began to lift. Chan shifted slightly, his hands still gently tracing patterns on my back, as if trying to reaffirm his presence and reassure me.

“I know you’re still thinking about everything that happened,” he said softly, his voice full of sincerity. “About Somi and all the doubts you might have.”

I looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a mix of vulnerability and concern. “I can’t help but worry,” I admitted. “I saw how you interacted with her, and it made me feel insecure.”

Chan’s expression softened, and he gently cupped my face in his hands. “Listen to me baby’ he said earnestly. “Somi is just an old friend. That’s all she is, and that’s all she’ll ever be. If it makes you happy, I won’t see her again. And if I ever have to, I’ll make sure to take you along or inform you first.”

I nodded, trying to absorb his words. “But it felt like she was always around, and it made me wonder if I’m not enough.”

Chan’s gaze was steady and full of reassurance. “You are more than enough,” he said firmly. “You’re everything I need and more. The way I feel about you, the way you make me feel—there’s no comparison. What happened with Somi was nothing compared to what we have.”

He pulled me closer, his touch gentle yet firm. “I want you to know that I’m committed to you, completely and utterly. The way I am with you, the way I care for you—nothing is going to change that. You have nothing to worry about.”

His words, combined with the warmth of his embrace, began to ease the lingering anxiety in my mind. “But how can I be sure?” I asked, still feeling a bit uncertain.

Chan leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Because I’m here with you right now,” he said quietly. “Because I choose you every day, and I always will. I want us to be strong, to face everything together. You’re my priority, and nothing else matters.”

He took a deep breath, as if gathering his thoughts before continuing. “I understand why you’re feeling this way, and I want to do everything I can to make sure you feel secure. I know trust doesn’t come easily, especially after what happened, but I’m committed to earning it every single day.”

I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I listened to his words. “Thank you for being so patient with me,” I said softly. “For understanding and for showing me that you really do care.”

Chan smiled, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. “It’s my pleasure,” he replied. “I’ll always be here for you, no matter what. I want us to grow stronger together, to build a future where we both feel secure and loved.”

We lay together in the quiet, our hearts slowly finding their rhythm again. Chan’s reassurances and tender touch were a balm to my anxieties, helping to dispel the shadows of doubt that had lingered.

As we cuddled together, I felt a deep sense of peace and security. Chan’s presence, his words, and his unwavering commitment were all I needed to feel truly at ease. In his arms, I found the comfort and reassurance that I had been longing for, and with that, I allowed myself to fully embrace the love we shared.

As we fell asleep, the room was quiet and calm. Chan held me close, and I felt secure and warm. My head rested on his chest, and his steady breathing was soothing.

The night passed peacefully, with the soft glow of moonlight casting a gentle light over us. We slept soundly, wrapped in each other's arms, feeling completely at ease.

Extremist

I don't do things halfway, I don't do them slowly, or quietly at all.

I don't feel little things.

I feel all the feelings.

All at once.

The Night, perhaps? 😂😂

Towering icebergs in the freezing waters of Scoresby Sund, in Eastern Greenland

Love is always intense

Like fire itself...

i love intense people. fast replies, lots of messages, tell me you day in detail, talk about your interests and hyperfixations, let's get passionate about the moon and the universe and life and let's dream that we're in a roof in paris drinking and staring at the sky like we're gonna live forever and read poetry aloud.

Small comic with no dialogue

There's more down

They know eachother for sure

Probably didn't wish him happy birthday

Jokes aside actual plot point and I just like drawing fighting ocs fighting and interacting seems cool

Uh still don't have design for Nightmare's castle so I drew something fast

The gays are fighting again (¬､¬)

King Nightmare (Guy who attacks other guys)

Dylan (Bllue eye dude) doesn't belongs to me

Nue (Furry) doesn't belongs to me