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🌺 The Flower Boys🌺

Chapter One: Run Bride Run

Synopsis• You, him, And his Brothers?! An arrange marriage wife gets more than handful dealing with a witty handsome husband and his gangs of flowers.

Genres• Arrange Marriage Au!, NSFW (later on *Winks*), and Kdrama Au!

Duos• Heir's Grandson! Ot7 x Chubby! Reader

In South Korea, They call pretty men flowers.🌸

Namjoon The Bookworm Ch.Two

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Let’s just cut to the chase, Ok? You swing your feet off the Central Park bridge in a princesse wedding dress. To others you look like a runaway princess…that’s because you are-Well, not a princess more along the lines of a bride. Exactly two hours and thirty minutes ago mark the decision that changed your life-you abandoned your arrange fiancé. Ok Ok maybe abandon is a little too harsh how about desert or discard or-or dump.

The unlucky man’s name is Kim Namjoon.

The grandson of a chairman your father slaves works for. The old man was obsessed with finding the perfect suitress for his grandson, A woman who is beautiful unlike any other, grace of an angel, and body that could bear grandbabies on command.

And your father thought you were an excellent candidate, he basically sold your soul without you knowing until Today. Yep, This is the first time you heading anything about this. Can you imagine? Coming home from a busy day at work just to be rushed out in your unknown wedding and slapped on the altar.

“You are very gorgeous.” Your fiancé couldn’t resist eyeing your breast on full display thanks to your wedding dress. “I always found chubby women to be absolutely intoxicating in more ways than one.” His eyes rolled down your curves and back up to your face.

These were the first words this man spoke to me. Of course, you were seen as ungrateful or arrogant for fleeing for such a handsome specimen but as breathtaking as he was, you couldn’t go through with it-…you just knew some time to think, this is quite literally brand new to you. Hence, you are sitting here like a bump on a log observing the aquatic life below your feet.

“Miss!” A pair of strong arms fasten around your chubby waist lifting you up to safety and once back on the brick. He asked, " Are you alright?"

You faced your brave hero. "Sir, I wasn't in any real danger, I was just-"

You aren’t sure about the argument of angels existing but he might be living proof. He stood about an inch or two taller than you giving the perfect view of those lushest puffy pink lips, your eyes strolled up past his bloopable nose to his cinnamon brown eyes from the sun hitting his eyes just right.

“Are you alright?” He repeated.

“Huh?-Oh yes! Yes!” Finally coming two, You realized how your breast is pressed against his chest. One of his front teeth is crooked. How cute.

Although He didn’t say it, his arms never fell from your waist neither did his eyes stray from yours. The flower didn't trust your feeble attempts to convince him.

“I promise.” Just when he was about to let go. You felt dizzy and stumble falling into the man’s chest once again. Honestly, Some people would have thought you were a professional actress at this point but coincidently your stomach has been on E since last night.

“No, You're not fine.” Deciding himself, you are far too weak to walk he went the extra mile to carry you in his arms carefully wrapping the trail of your dress over his shoulder. As small as he may be he’s quite strong.

“No, It’s just I haven’t eaten since yesterday-“

“You haven’t eaten at all?!” The flower shouted before gently settling you on a park bench nearby. “ I will be right back.” He was hesitant to leave you alone encase you felt suicidal again (In his eyes) “Please stay here.”

“But-I! Wait! You!” And he’s gone…should I really just stay put I mean it seems he means well.

Ten minutes went by as he jogged back to your location with a hefty plastic bag.

He lifted up your legs to spread across his lap, not wanting to get your pretty dress dirtier than it already is. You two sat in silence munching on kimbap.

“Jimin.”

“Huh?”

The flower boy looked at you. “My name is Jimin, I realized you didn’t know when you call me ‘You.’”

“Sorry about that, I’m Yn.”

“It’s fine.”

Multiple questions about ‘Jimin’ clouded your head but the main one is why is he still helping you? Most would have been left after ensuring you were okay yet Jimin is stick to you like glue but you be a liar if you said you didn’t love it.

“ He’s probably worried sick about you.”

“Who?” You asked.

“Namjoon-Hyung.”

Your eyes widen. “You know him?!”

“He’s my big brother-Well half brother” He came clean sporting a painfully smile. “ The chairman doesn’t count us as grandsons because of our different mothers even though it was father who was scum." Jimin rolled his eyes.

" How many of you are there?"

"Seven including Namjoon-Hyung."

"Seven different affairs?!.... He's not just scum! He's a son of-" Your eyes caught Jimin's, he chuckled. " Sorry.”

“No, You're right.” He covered his laughs with his hands.

Spotting his casual attire, You raised another question. “Were you at the wedding?”

“ Nope, The Chairman didn't want us there.” He shrugged. “So instead we sat at a distance to watch the wedding which is how I was able to follow you. At first, I wasn't going to bother you but then you chose to be daring.”

“I was just thinking” You interrupted.

“Yeah cause sitting on a bridge is a brilliant place for thinking.”

Wow, that sass.

You stood up. “Well, Jimin, it's been lovely chatting with you but I have no intentions of being your in-law-no offense but I also will not be caught in a loveless marriage.” With that being said you picked up the hems of your dress and marched.

“Yn. wait he will send-” Jimin’s cries became muffled by distance but you proceeded ahead.

....

You don't know where the hell you're going?! You can't go back home your father is probably red in the face cursing to the heavens about how you are an ungrateful good for nothing daughter who puts her life before her already wealthy family! So now you're wandering around in Seoul late in the afternoon wearing a wedding dress.

The loud roar of a motorcycle jump-scared you but that's nothing scarier than stopping by your side. The helmet comes off revealing the man you ran away from.

Your eyes widen.

"I understand that you don't want to marry me but it's dangerous roaming these streets like a stray kitten." Namjoon actually smiled at the sight of you. "Hop on."

Mrs.Jeon Vol. 7

Synopsis• One nightstand gone Marriage!? The past catches up with Yn when her head over heels husband finds his lost bride and will keep her by any means necessary.

Category's• RomCom, Comedy, Manhandling, and a scary possessive Jungkook.

Duos• Yandere Jungkook! X Chubby! Reader

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I can feel the bruises forming on my wrist. “Ouch! Let go!”

A loud crack in the sky followed by a low rumble froze you two in place followed by a frenzy of freezing droplets drenching your souls. Not caring much about himself, Jungkook sacrificed his favorite sweater, taking it off his back to throw over your head and rush you to the patio door.

You didn't share a passing glance to the men chowing down dinner in the living room, far too embarrassed by your soaked state to even think about stopping.

Slam

Now all eyes are on Jungkook. “Care to explain? You insolent boy.” Already fed up with Jungkook’s disobedient behavior, Jin stood to face the young man. “ How many times do I have to repeat myself!? Stay away from the girl-”

“She was looking for her glasses.” Jungkook attempted to bite back the tone in his voice but his temper was wearing thin. “She came outside on her own-I didn’t do anything so get off my back, old man.”

“Pffft-”

“Ahem”

The other members of the Maknae gang chuckled just to be silenced by Namjoon’s death stare.

Jin gasped. “You little menace! Where do you get off talking to your elders like that?!!!” He clapped, weaponizing a rolled-up piece of newspaper.

Wack.

Jin disciplined Jungkook across his head. “Ever since Yn arrived here you’ve been nothing but a bowl of disrespect and attitude.” Wack “I don't know what your deal is, young man but you better fix it.”

Nothing but silence here, Everybody watched Jin Vs. Jungkook but nobody dared to step in.

The heat steaming off Jungkook’s flushed ears raised higher while he opened his mouth to speak. “Hit me one time. I dare you.”

“My pleasure-” Jin cocked back his hand, about to deliver a hard wack across Jungkook’s face but was stopped by Namjoon.

“Enough, There’s a hurricane warning right now and we with the ocean in our backyard should look alive which means we have better things to do than watch the both of you fight.” Namjoon calmly informed.

Few Silent Minutes Later

“Wah! It's really coming down.” Taehyung sat by the patio door admiring the hostile winds and rough rainfall. “Jimin-ah!”

Jimin hopped to Taehyung's side and watched mother nature let out her aggression.

“WAH!!!”

“Get away from the windows” Yoongi nagged. “And where do you think you're going, Boy?”

Jungkook flinched. “-going to change out of my wet clothes.”

“Oh, lucky for you, We thought ahead of time and put your clothes in the guest room..down here.”

Jungkook smiled restraining from letting out the biggest sigh of his life. “Thank you, Hyung. I will go change then.”

“I never thought I would see Jungkook as a lovesick puppy in my life and yet here we are.” Yoongi hiked upstairs but not before challenging the elders of the maknae line with a task. “ Make sure, You two watch Jungkook, he is not allowed upstairs under any circumstances.”

“Uh-huh.” In one ear and out the another, The boys went back to the window continuing to be entertained by mother nature's wrath.

Yoongi moaned. “Just watch him, please. I'm going to go call Namjoon and them to see if they're okay out there-Why would they decide now is the best time to get first aid is beyond me.”

Knock Knock

Yoongi softly knocks referring from frightening you into the mistaking him for Jungkook. “Yn, Are you alright?” Not being the biggest fan of human interaction, He took your silence as an invitation to go away but something deep down bothered him enough to force him to stay by the door. “ Hello?!”

Maybe you are in the bathroom?-No, something is wrong.

“I’m coming in, Ok?” Yoongi announced, coming to find out there's no one's insight...Damn, are you actually in the bathroom just to make sure-Knock Knock.

“Yn, Are you okay?”

No answer

Yoongi groaned knowing the dreadful next step. He slowly opened the door ensuring the creaking door alert you that he was coming in. To his dismay, There you were collapsed on the bathroom tile.

“Yn!” Yoongi fell to his knees. You were burning to the touch, your entire body felt like it had the potential to burst into flames at any second. “Jungko-! Jim-Taehyung! Somebody get the doctor on the phone!”

Hearing Yoongi’s distress call from upstairs. The boys scrambled to do what they were told.

…..

“This little lady is malnourished. Yep, based on the information you guys told me. All this ‘excitement’ plus her not eating is taking-”

“She has eaten…I think?” Jung-kook interrupted his confidence dead down at the thought. “ Well, I think so..I didn’t see her.”

“Right. Have any of you seen her eat since she’s been here?” Taking their silence as a ‘no’ Mr. Han let out a sharp sigh. “ In that case, I recommend monitoring her eating habits for now on alongside the prescription supplements I will provide and a strict high protein diet.”

Thirty to Fifty Minutes Later

“Is she still sleeping?”

“Yes, and Jungkook hasn’t left her side once.” Taehyung and Jimin stood in the door frame, gossiping. “He’s kinda cute when he’s like this-Puppy Kookie.”

Meanwhile, Jungkook zoned out the peanut gallery in the back maintaining his focus on you. He cursed himself for not seeing you were in peril earlier, what type of good-for-nothing husband wouldn't see the signs. “I’m sorry, my love.”

Forgetting his strength, Jungkook squeezed your hand a bit too hard for your liking causing you to flatter your lashes.

“Ow, Jungkook?...Guys?” They're heartbroken expression consumed the room and turn it grey. “What’s wrong-”

“You haven't been eating?”

“ Well-I um kinda forgot to-” You answered, sheepishly

“How do you forget eating?!”

“Yeah, that's like my second favorite thing to do.” Jungkook commented.

Puzzled, Jin asked. “But I made you lunch earlier today…What happened to it? Did you throw it away?”

You simply looked at the Maknae line.

“Ha, Funny story about that-Uh, Take it away, Kookie” Jimin passed the spotlight to Jungkook who passed it on to Taehyung with a little tilt of his head and Taehyung who was about to pass it on but realized their was one left but wall.

“We sorta ate her lunch…We didn’t know she didn’t eat anything this she’s been here.” They bow their heads in great shame.

“Pigs.” Yoongi added.

“Don’t be too harsh on them. I’m the one who fed them my lunch-“

“You’re no better, Young lady.” Whoa, Yoongi has the dad pants on. “We are going to finish dinner and we are going to watch you eat every bite.”

You shook your head quickly.

…….

Yn’s Pov

It’s nearly 1 am and it’s so lively. Everybody going through all this trouble just for me. Back at home, It was just me and the floorboards, I usually like my own company but I have to admit it…there’s a warm feeling when I’m around them.

“Ah.” Jungkook handled kimchi in his gloved hand offering me a taste test.

“Ah-Hmm! Tasty!” Pleased by my reaction, Jungkook reported to Jin the Kimchi was perfect. “What is Kimchi exactly?”

“Pickled Cabbage.” Jungkook answered, inching his way closer to my side.

Crash!

Thunderstorms! I hate thunderstorms-I didn't know they were so fierce here back at home they weren't as harsh...maybe being beside the sea has something to do with it-

Crash!

I gasped at the roar of thunder clashing against what sounded like the roof. Glancing around the room, I'm the only one shaken by the storm the boys are un-fazed and relishing in each other's company meanwhile I'm literally shaking...Maybe I'm just childish that's all. I mean come on how many people my age is terrified of thunderstorms.

I scoffed. Yep, I'm just being immature that's all.

Crash! Boom!

“Aish! That scared me.” Hobi hollered through their pitch-black home. The powers out-great! What else can go wrong besides me being frightened of both the dark and the thunderstorms?

My face was overcome suddenly by warmth and tenderness.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook's soften voice perforated my fears. “ It's alright. I'm here.”

He tugged me deeper into what I'm assuming is his chest. Why do I feel so relieved? Is it the warmth of his arms around me? Or the reality of me being by his side? I cursed my body for reacting to him before my mind could play catch up. My shaken nerves settled down as well as my fears.

He smells so sweet.

“Is everybody ok?” Namjoon’s flashlight became a beacon, illuminating the kitchen. “ Jin-hyung?”

“Here.”

“Yoongi-hyung?”

“Here.”

“Hoseok-hyung?”

“Here.”

“Taehyung and Jimin?”

“.....”

Namjoon flashed his light around but there was no sign of the two boys. “Jimin?! Taehyung!?”

“Ahh!!!!” They popped up from behind the sofa scaring the socks off Jin and Hoseok, they both took refuge behind Yoongi who was less than amused.

“Jimin.Taehyung.” Namjoon silently scolded them.

“Sorry, Hyung.”

Namjoon moved on. “Jungkook?”

“Here.”

“Ms. Yn”

“Oh here.”

“Good, I'm going to check the circuit and Yn will help me by finding some candles.” Namjoon smiled and walked off signaling to follow him.

“Of course.” Jungkook's arms loosen setting me free. “Where would the candles be-?”

“Jungkook loves you...I can't apologize enough for his behavior but I've never seen him like this with anyone besides us or his family. He treats you as if you're his treasure he keeps under lock and key. Usually, I could get some gist of Kook's next move but as of right now, he's unpredictable so for your safety, please don't do anything rash.” Namjoon whispered.

“Ok.” He's right. My wrist is still stinging from Jungkook grabbing me earlier but how long am I supposed to wait-what am I waiting for!? Jungkook to fall out of love with me? If he's been holding on to the thought of me for this long. I'm going to be stuck here forever. “Oh namjoon, I have a question-”

“I already ordered you a new one.”

“Huh?”

Namjoon turned towards me. “Your phone. It was broken beyond fixing when I found it so I just bought you a new one.” Did he just shrug off buying a new phone like it's nothing?

“Oh thank you. You didn't have too.”

“It’s the least I could.”

Aww. These guys are really something smart, kind, and-

“Oops” Namjoon breaks off the switch handle to the circuit breaker. “Um, Did-Did you find the candles? It's going to be a long night.”

And clumsy.

I giggled. “I found them.”

Two hours later, The boys passed out in the living room with their bellies full. Meanwhile, I'm stargazing thinking about what the hell is going with my life.

Narrative's Pov

Our little lady roamed inside retrieving a candle to light her way, the small sound of munching made her turn to the kitchen and reach for the light switch.

Click!

“Oh good, The lights are back on.”

Full-cheeked Jimin’s eyes went rounded as he was surprised by the lights.

“Hi, Jiminie, I guess you made room for seconds.”

He chuckled. “Did you eat well?”

“I did. You guys are very good cooks.”

“Thank you.”

Not knowing what else to say you said good night to Jimin and carried on. Without realizing Jimin’s eyes admiring your beauty and grace as your long nightgown trailed behind you while you made your way up to Jungkook's room.

Maybe your charm does greatly affect Busan men...I think Jimin might have a small crush on you.

I'm sorry if this chapter is boring but comments help me do better.

Our Little Wife

Jimin’s Past Vol. 4

Being Korea's deadliest kingpins made seven men into untouchable demons yet their little wife is made out of sugar and spice?

Mafia! Bangtan x Chubby! Reader

Mentions of brothels and prostitution, Alcohol use (Drunk Yoongi), Blood, Strong Language, Sappy Pet names I love it, Sexual theme-based chapter. Quick Warning; Jimin was a gigolo back in the day.

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Is This Love Vol.3 - Shadows Vol. 5

“Welcome home, Jimine”

“We missed you so much.”

Jimin smiled through the bitterness oozing out of his chest. “I missed you all as well.”

He lied.

The day he left is the day he thought he cleaned his hands of this godforsaken place. The Red Light District. A place hidden in the shadows of South Korea where brothels strive, demons walk freely and was home to a little boy named Park Jimin. The poor boy witness unspeakable hardships growing up but always came out victorious. As a young man, Jimin developed his charm and wit alongside his attractiveness; this earned him a title in the district.

Visitors; men, and women alike tripped to Korea for the sole purpose of being in his presence but living in the limelight grew stale. As the days go by, Jimin felt an empty yearning for love upon his recent discovery; nobody finds love in a gigolo.

He found this true for a moment until a stranger spilled into the shadows of the district. Word of the man spread quickly like wildfire.

“ A devilishly handsome man about yay high, firm figure, and a jawline that could cut diamonds.” The women in the brothel would always gossip when someone tickles their fancy. “Oh yeah, I heard about him. I believe he's Jimin’s age as well.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, He-”

The bell startled the women as walks in the mystery man. The rumors were true he was young and gorgeous however, the glare in his eyes give off the impression he wasn't here to loosen his tie.

His dark brown eyes fell on Jimin across the brothel. Apparently, The man remembers Jimin from when he runs errands for the brothel. The man introduced himself as Taehyung before lightly bowing.

The moment resembled a scene taken from a movie, Taehyung expressed his feelings for Jimin asking him to leave with him. Probably not finding another opportunity as this Jimin said yes in a heartbeat.

A rash decision? Yes of course but by far the best decision Jimin has ever made. For a while, everything was just dandy in Jimin’s world; every day he was surrounded by a family that didn't love him superficially but emotionally and physically....that is until you come along-

When you came along it was the princess this or creampuff that. He was no longer the center of attention and for that, a little green monster controlled his feelings towards you.

He hated you.

That's putting it lightly. You had the same attraction as a newborn puppy, everybody adored you, give you their undivided attention, and everything your heart desires. Jimin felt abandoned because of you and as far as he's concerned you will never be his wife.

Until One day, Jimin got injured during one of their ‘missions’ and was bedridden leaving Yn to play nurse. Within a few weeks, the time you two shared wasn't in vain Jimin grew fond of your gracious nature and officially opened up to you.

However, at this current time, he wished he never had.

Meanwhile, Jimin is reliving his past on the other side of town, You sat blissfully unbothered at your station -well before the feeling of having to pee crept up on you.

But on your way back from the bathroom something caught your eye, a small shiny gleam. Your heels clicked against the marble floor as you walked into a different section of the building. Authorized access only. Every employee must keep their ID card with them at all times.

“A carrot?” A carrot-shaped pin is what caught your eye. Strangely, the pin resembles the one you give to Jungkook on your anniversary if this is true…How did it get here?

You didn’t put much thought into it, You simply slipped the pin into your pocket before heading back to the front desk.

Little did you know a bunny would come back for his good luck charm.

“Shit Shit. Where did it go? Fuck, Hyung going to kill me if I leave any evidence.” Jungkook panicked. “Aish!” He was about to strike the wall out of frustration but froze when a light bulb went off.

“The cameras.” It's damn near child's play to break into the security room. He will just check the cameras and see where he dropped it. “Dummy.” He chuckled at himself.

Just an in-and-out operation. On the cameras, Kookie observed his pin bringing taken but he couldn't believe his eyes who was the thief. His little cream puff! In your adorable skirt and blouse. He would rewind the tape a couple of times adorning you for every angle until he came to realize-

“Why is she here?”

This is where the operation turned into an entirely different mission. Kookie abused his power over the surveillance system to follow your every move from there he made a horrendous discovery his cream puff is a secretary.

He nearly gagged; the thought of his cream puff work, in general, made him sick to his stomach. Your elegance shouldn't be wasted on worthless nobodies but instead, pampered daily and cherished like you once were.

Despite, being treated as damn near bury treasure, you were determined to leave and live like a commoner. The twist of the knife is there is never a day you weren't smiling behind that desk.

“Do you even miss us?” Jungkook scoffed.

It’s no time for that, Jungkook sole purpose was to come here and spy on the MM4 due to the active activities of their goons spotted on Bangtan territory yet again. He got the information he needed now it's time to report back to Namjoon.

And He did just that as vanished in the shadows.

A Couple Of Hours Later.

Yn’s Pov

I got to give them credit; ketchup and eggs on a sandwich is pretty tasty-

“You serious?! Where!?”

“I'm not kidding! The man is piss poor drunk wobbling down in the middle of traffic.”

I remember back in the day Yoongi being that way when work and stress weighted on his shoulders so he turned to the warm embrace of alcohol. Instead of washing away his sorrows the only thing he received was a higher than average alcohol tolerance.

Maybe I should go see if I can help the poor dear.

Narrative's Pov

You wouldn't have to travel too far; the chaos was unfolding right in front of your work. Clear as day, A intoxicated young man struggling to maintain his balance while weaving in-between cars stopped at a traffic light.

“Have you seen my Bug A Boo?... She-she’s about yay high..I-Um thinks.” Yoongi’s sour breath was wasted on a person who didn't give a damn about his situation; The man hit the gas not giving Yoongi the chance to back up.

“Shit!” Yoongi collapsed to Clement.

“Kitten!?” Regardless of your well-being, You sprung into traffic and damn near dragged your husband out of death’s grip. “Kitten- Are you alright-Ow!?”

Yoongi slapped your hands off him. “Get your hands off me, temptress.” He hiccuped. “ I'm-.. sStill married...My wife just went on a little break that's all!” Yoongi’s eyes became glossy as a single streamed down his flushed cheeks. “She wouldn't leave us-She loves us too much, right?”

“Yoongi.” You only manage to say that. You were speechless. How selfish can you be? You never really cared to think how this is affecting your husbands.

“I’m going to call Taehyung to come and get you. Ok?”

Yoongi grumbled in response.

You sighed. The phone rang but no dice every endeavor ended in a voicemail. “Tae, I need you to come to take Kitten home, He's been drinking way past his limit. Call me when you get the message.”

The only person aware of your whereabouts is baby bear; being so he's the only one who can get Yoongi without jeopardizing your secret life.

Where could he be? You thought.

“She was our everything...why would she leave us?” Yoongi chucked the empty whiskey bottle in the street. “We give her everything. She's so fucking selfish!!” Anger boiled over burning Yoongi's heart causing him to shed tears. “ We miss you- I miss you.”

“Hyung, What are you doing out here?!” Taehyung’s voice boomed.

Feeling somnolent, Yoongi didn't fight when Taehyung bum-rushed him into the car. “ How did he get all the way out here?”

You shrugged. “ Thank you for coming, Baby bear...You got here fast-Where did you-?”

“ I got to go honey pot. I'm in a hurry. I love you.” A quick kiss on the cheek and back in the car. As much as Taehyung adores the ground you walk on, The amount of blood coating his favorite sweater grew troublesome.

He was stabbed twice in the abdomen by some low-life thugs that just ended up corpses anyway. If matters weren’t worse enough, Jimin is the best uncover doctor there is but he’s nowhere to be found.

Which means He has to go to her.

“Anybody but her.”

…..

"Well, Well, Mr. Kim Taehyung, What do I owe the displeasure." She smirked.

"Hello, CL," Taehyung loathed every moment of being in her presence.

…..

“ Alrighty, I have to get going.” You dismissed yourself, bidding your coworkers a wonderful night before heading on your way.

It’s rare for you to get off this late in the night but you couldn’t leave your team in the middle of a bunch of paperwork like that. Strangely calling in quits was the last thing on your mind for tonight, The girls often don’t come home until around three or four am.

Ping!

Odd, There’s no ride out here.

You frankly didn’t make a fuss about it. A beautiful night like this was just the perfect walking ambiance. It takes a few sharp turns and fruitless shortcuts to lead you to a place with a vibrant rouge hue.

The red lighting was alluring like a moth to a flame you followed it. Your heels clicked against the now stone flooring. The atmosphere reversed completely-Everywhere you looked sexual advertisement was plastered about.

Getting the gist you don’t belong here your decision to high tail and leave was out the window. When two women adopted you into their night of fun.

“ You are stunning!” She’s so loud. She’s drunk out of her mind. The women were tall dolls wrapped in luxury lingerie with a fluffy robe to protect them from the winter chill.

“Shhh! You’ll wake up China….You know she looks like the type he would enjoy.” The girls literally spoke above your head using their height to their advantage.

The other girl gasped. “ You are so right, He loves the unhappy married types. The ones who husbands can’t satisfy their needs.”

You can’t even get a word in as the women poke their noses where they don’t belong.

Before you knew. You stared down a building laced with rouge and a vintage feel. A brothel. The women took to a brothel! A lively one at that.

“He’s going to adore her.” The woman squeaked.

Light footsteps of someone walking downstairs put everyone’s conversations on hold.

“Jimin?”

🌺 The Flower Boys🌺

Chapter Two: Namjoon The Bookworm

You, him, And his Brothers?! An arrange marriage wife gets more than handful dealing with a witty handsome husband and his gangs of flowers.

Heir's Grandson! Ot7 x Chubby! Reader

Marriage Au, Kdrama Vibes, Strong Language, Hide your hearts because Namjoon ready to steal, Cheesy Romance

In South Korea, They call pretty men flowers.🌸

Run Away Bride.I -

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"I understand that you don't want to marry me but it's dangerous roaming these streets like a stray kitten." Namjoon actually smiled at the sight of you. "Hop on."

“No.” What a short and sweet answer. You thought you were able to stroll on your way to nowhere but that ‘No.’ didn't satisfy Namjoon’s sweet tooth.

“Fiesty little thing.” He mumbles before this time blocking your path with his motorcycle. “ Your family is worried about you-”

“No, they're not, well at least not my father. mother maybe...” You rolled your eyes.

“Yn, Be rational-”

“Don’t say my name as if you know me.” You snapped at Namjoon and carried on to your destination to nowhere.

“Wait. Wait” Namjoon grabbed hold of Yn’s forearm.

“Don’t touch me-“

“Please Yn, Please listen to me. I have a morbid understanding of arranged marriages; how outrageous and unjust they are but as for you walking without a destination is out of the question.”

Namjoon scolding seemed to do the trick. His silver tongue convinced you your night would be safer in his care.

“Are you hungry?” This question leads up to both eyeing down a menu at a popular American-inspired diner-it’s quite popular with the residents due to the foreign experience and food.

Namjoon took the privilege of ordering for you claiming their pancakes are a taste of heaven on earth. You didn't care enough to engage in the conversation when he brought up his childhood reason for loving the place.

“Oh, She’s a bride.”

“How pretty!”

“She looks foreign-Did you think she’s a princess?” A couple of high school girls gossiped the next booth over. Expressing their fairy tale dreams of getting wedded to their soul mate.

No doubt from an outsider's perspective The two of you look like a couple of star-crossed lovers who ditch their wedding to be alone yet that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“ Here, You go.” The Waitress’s expression was over the moon it was plain to see she’s a sucker for romance.

Namjoon frowned his brows. “I’m sorry, We did order yet.”

"The chef made this special for you two, Mr. Kim, as a celebration for your wedding." She gushed. "May I say you have the prettiest wife?" She whispered to Namjoon but obliviously you are in earshot.

"She is breathtaking, isn't she?" Namjoon shot up his brow, A strange habit you noted since you meet him earlier this morning.

The waitress agreed with a giggle before backing away to return to work.

“Just because I’m sitting here. Doesn’t mean anything.. You haven’t won.”

Namjoon didn't show much interest in your sour attitude. He merely shrugged. “Again, I'm not your enemy-I brought you because I was worried about you walking around at night by yourself.” He explained.

“Then you would have no problem finding me a place to stay.”

By no means does Namjoon owe you anything but behind your saucy behavior was just a plea for help and your cunning fianée knew it.

“Of course.”

“Wait-Really?” Keeping the tough attitude stride strong was different after Namjoon agreed to your terms. You didn’t expect him to actually indulge let alone oblige!

“If-”

Damn, Celebrated too quickly.

“ If you do me a small favor.” A sly grin hid in the corner of his mouth.

My, My look at how the tables have turned. “And what would that be?”

……..

“My Father’s library?”

“The lights are off,” Namjoon said in dismay.

“I know the passcode to the lock. I could just open it for you.” You were about to do so before Namjoon pulled you away by your hand.

“That’s breaking and entering,” Namjoon warned.

“ I don’t think my father would mind and I’m not breaking anything so I’m just entering plus whatever you want is in there and deals a deal.” You clarified, punching in the code.

You caught the shimmer in Namjoon’s eyes like this place was a type of paradise, making you raise the question. “ What are you looking for?” You got off your aching feet watching Namjoon scramble and search through millions of bookcases.

“Oh.” He paused, reaching into his waistcoat pocket to retrieve a pair of circular spectacles. Namjoon took a breath of satisfaction. “Much better.” For a reason, even I’m not quite sure, Namjoon held his stare towards you, maintaining it until he stood in front of your seated figure.

You opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to the punch, kneeling down before you. “ You must be chilly,” He wrapped his coat around your shoulders. “You’re stunning with and without my glasses.” He mumbled.

Speechless, You ogled his thick muscles as he continued his search. Fifteen-minute flew by and so did your will to stay awake. You woke up to movement but not your own as if you were resting on something-someone.

Your lashes fluttered open to Namjoon’s hands holding an open book, He hummed a soft tune while flipping the pages.

Your head was on his shoulder, honestly, you could stay like this forever but you held up your end of the bargain now it’s time to hold up his.

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

Namjoon jumped a bit. “Oh, I thought you were still asleep, I didn’t want to wake you, and yes.”

“What’s so important about this book?”

“It's rare. Only a few exist in Korea. I searched up and low but to no avail and this library was my last chance to maybe find it.” He smiled putting his dimples on display. “ Thank you, Yn.”

You didn't realize how close you were until the tip of his nose touched yours.

“Pretty..” The words slipped off your tongue as you got lost in Namjoon’s big brown orbs.

“Excuse me?” He chuckled, knowing full well what you said.

“You're Welcome! That's what I said!-now, it’s time to fly the coop.” You stood.

Namjoon did the same. “Of course, Let’s go.”

9:56 PM, At The Lotte Hotel Seoul

“Woah, This place is beautiful.”

“Let’s get you in before anyone sees you,” Namjoon took your hand in his large one and rushed in.

….

Namjoon bid his farewell to you rapidly not wanting to blow your cover. “ I gave you my number just in case you find yourself in danger.”

You sighed about this entire day, sliding down into the soothing bubbly bathwater, You can’t help but think about Namjoon’s kindness even when you were acting all tough with him….and he’s very pretty with cute eyes, deep dimples, muscles-

You squeaked when his smile popped up in your head. Goodness, You could feel your cheeks overheating.

“No!” You slam your fist making a loud splash. “ You will not fall for him. What is this some cheesy drama?! I probably will never see him or his family again anyway.”

Mafia! BTS! x Wife! Chubby Reader

Being Korea's deadliest kingpins made seven men into untouchable demons, yet their little wife is made out of sugar and spice?

Our little Wife . V

Sex Sells.

Strong language; Jimin’s a drunk asshole, fat shaming, Intense name-calling, sexual assault, puking, violence, man-handling, and bondage. I did say spicy

Jimin’s Past. IV

How else would the brothel remain untouched by the ever-growing society we live in today? Hiding in the dense shadows of Busan, The Brothel’s sign ominously blazed in a firey feisty crimson tint. Yes, for tonight, their god has returned as a return to bless their dreams once more.

Jimin.

Feeling numb through the high alcohol consumption, He smiled for the first time tonight. At what? Himself. He felt foolish for falling hard for a slut like you.

He snickered.

Jimin detests the persistent feeling of worrying about you. Unbelievable, Right? Not really, The sweetness of your warm squishy skin ghosted over his cold limbs due to the building's poor condition.

Autumn’s chill rattled the windows. You love autumn; He fell in love with you genuinely in the autumn-That day, the temperature played in his favor causing you to cuddle up to him as the orangish leaves crunch under their shoes. A plain walk through the park to the outsider but to Jimin, it was pure bliss.

Now, Look at him, Miserable, Heartbroken, ... Bitter.

May how far Jimin has fallen.

Bringing the pint glass to his puffy pink lips tilting his all the back to realize it's bonedry.

Jimin scoffed. “Tapped out.” sitting the glass bottoms up, He gently slides the glass to his collection on his table. “ Three.Four?....Eight! Come on, baby!... 13!-Damn..” His excitement died down at coming to realize a minor yet annoying error.

“That's an odd number...I wouldn't say I like odd numbers...I w-will have just one more.”

Jimin rushed to the stairs leaving in nothing short of pajama pants and its matching top open for the world to see...He forgot to button up after taking his shower.

Freezing mid-sip, Jimin focused solely on you- your shy and flushed expression made his eyebrow twitch-

“ You are by far the prettiest woman I have sight ever.” She leaned in. “You should work here. You would make a gold mine.” She laughed at your bewildered innocence. “ Yep, Korean men secretly worship chubby women like you. There's this young pervert who always comes in asking our chubby girls to sit on his face.”

Your mind is anywhere except on earth. How did your night end up like this? You should be at home in a hot bubble bath melting away the stress of today. Instead, your god knows where with women who have a one-track mind.

Fuck.

Jimin crept several steps over towards you. You looked healthy and as plump as a peach. He found it humorous how much you looked like an actual businesswoman. Slutty tight skirts and blouses ready to be ripped off, and those high heels that would look perfect in two places, and neither of them is walking, at least not straight.

Jimin clicked his tongue. Calm down. Calm down. It's probably what she fucking wants..She’s just an attention whore. Old habits die hard, they say.

The feeling of unknown eyes tracing your figure made you squirm in discomfort.

Ping

Whether it was your desperate need to excuse yourself or your phone pinging off the hook; had Jimin seeing red. Who the hell were you so eager to run off to? Sure as hell wasn't any of your husbands!?

Then who?! Who!

A face full of boiling rage fueled by a dangerously drunken state was a recipe for disaster. Jimin slammed his pint on the bar shattering the glass entirely; he followed you out front and was hot on your heels.

“Yah!” His voice boomed through the quiet red, lit streets.

Startled, You spun on your heels, and the shock of seeing Jimin made the blood in your veins run cold. “J-Jiminie?” You shuddered at his death glare.

Jimin scoffed, tucking any blonde stragglers behind his ears. “ You don't get to call me that after what you did to us!” His chest heaved with sorrow. “You threw away the only people willing to love you forever; what an ungrateful little whore you are. or Are you doing this for attention?” He truly got a kick out of that one.

You stood silent on the brink of tears; He wasn't worth your tears or your time. You turn on your heels only to take two steps before being manhandled by your arm.

“Yah! Don't walk away from me like I'm not fucking talking to you!” Jimin's anger took the physical form of tears. His throat burned so did his nose from the chilly early morning air.

Morning air? Is this correct? 5 am was rapidly approaching, and you had yet to close your eyes to start a new chapter the following day. You want to go home- Your real home; maybe you were stupid for creating this strike. Perhaps you should go back home.

“Your right, Jimin.” Your tears fall onto your ivory blouse. “I'm sorry for being selfish.”

Jimin froze. “No-No, your not getting off that easy. You don't get to get off that easy!” He yanked your skirt, bringing you closer into his arms. “ I want you to take responsibility...You hurt me bad, Chimmy.”

It wasn't until Jimin’s hands started to wander, You recognized the libidinous tone in his voice. He wouldn't dare ravish his own wife, Right?

“Now, Jimine, Let's talk this-”

Jimin shook his head. “There you go, Using that honey voice of yourself. Fuck. You know how to piss me off.” He stole your lips in an instant, biting and pulling at your swollen lips.

Your face pinged at his highly flammable breath. He's drunk. “Jimin-Wa-Wait a min.” You put up a good fight attempting to crease his assault, but even though you're around the same height, his strength trumps yours.

You hissed at the freezing brick wall; Jimin slammed you against- “Jimin! Stop it! This isn't funny!” One of your little hits landed on Jimin’s face.

He froze. You did the same, desperately catching your breath. Jimin’s sweaty blonde locks blocked his eyes; his tongue glazed his irritated lips.

“I can get rough too, Cow.” Jimin lowly chuckled, untying his pajama’s silk belt. “Be a good girl and face the fucking wall!” Jimin spat, gritting his teeth. He yanks you around to face the wall by the roots of your hair.

You gasped in pain.“Ow! Jimin! Please-”

“Please?! Did you just ‘Please’ me?! I hadn't done shit to you yet, and you're already begging.” He groans, taking big steps forward to sandwich you between him and the wall. "Since you're so eager - I guess I should at least tease you..but first- "

You squeaked in pain as his brutally bondage your hands behind your back; you could feel the silk cutting off your circulation. "You're a despicable little monster, Park Jimin!” You spat in his eye when he give you a window. " and you always have been."

Your word choice was an additional shot to his manhood and the end result was a harsh smack sending you to the ground. "Pretty bold words for tied-up cattle-” He flashed an eat shit-grin. “-In a woman's clothing.” The cheeky bondage method Jimin displayed is one of his favorites, a technique used for his clients who seek thrill and lore as much as insane pleasure.

Yn’s arms were kept tight behind your back with no wiggle room.

“You talk big but look at you...at my mercy” He looks at you in amusement as he squats beside you. “You're ours, Yn! When you met that demonic bunny, you sealed your fate. You don't even know what a real monster he can be-

Your heart stopped an ink-like figure crept out of the darkness, inching closer. “Jimin! Turn around!” Jimin failed to heed in time, costing him a stone punch to the jaw, followed by the figure’s heavy black boot to his abdomen.

You were expecting Jimin to be in somewhat pain; however, He chuckled, signaling for a timeout between the figure. Lacking, Your extra set of eyes, thanks to Jimin; you couldn't get a good look at him.

“Come on. I barely touch her yet. You can't be that mad.” Jimin swiped the blood caked up in the corners of his mouth. “ Aish, Don't you think you hit me a little too hard-”

The figure remained silent but waited no time to send Jimin to the ground again.

“Ah! Fuck!” He coughed up the dirt in his lungs before finally puking up the ungodly amount of poisonous liquid he had consumed.

Your sniffs and whimpers didn't go unnoticed. You squeeze your eyes shut as its heavy boots stop at your shuddering body. You've managed to set up and have knees to your chest.

The figure had a great view of standing above you like this. You heard his shoes glide on the gravel; Is he gone? Oh please, please, god, please, please. You swallowed your fear and opened your eyes; you quickly learned how much of a mistake you had made.

He rudely had no disregard for your personal space. The tip of his nose grazed yours, and his eyes bored into-

Those big eyes...Jungkook? But his build is different; he's larger than my Kookie...It hasn't been that long, right?

He leaned into your lips to have you reject him. “ What are you crazy?! I'm married!” You extended your leg to his chest to keep him a bay. It worked until the bastard started feeling up your leg; he kissed your ankle.

The touch-starved stranger dragged his gloved hand down your battered stockings and tarnished soft skin. He clicks his tongue, pushing your foot off his chest.

Did he just roll his eyes at me?

He stood up before snatching you up by your silky bonds. “ Eep!” You felt nausea after being treated like a ragdoll for the past hour.

The last thing you heard was Jimin’s voice before blacking out.

...

The warm sunlight overwhelmed your sleepy eyes. Once your eyes adjust to the sunlight, The horror settles in-

You were cleaned, dressed, patched up, and placed in your princess room.

My Husband's Name Is Jungkook. (Our Little Wife Au)

Quite literally background story of how Jungkook met his wife

Only two warnings! Pervert! Jungkook and 18-year-old Jungkook 🥵

Jeon Yn, Maiden name Valentine Yn, wedded into the mafia world by taking this guy's last name. Jeon Jungkook.

Remember that name, now.

Yep that's him..anyway.

Yes, Her last name is Valentine as Marshall Valentine. The late honorable sheriff, Marshall, was her daddy.

Mr. Valentine was in a league on his own, shooting & catching bad guys and fighting against life-threatening odds until a pair of big beautiful eyes opened up to him, extending her little hands in the air to her proud teary-eyed papa.

However, tragedy struck on the same day; the beloved Mrs.Valentine passed away during childbirth leaving behind a heartbroken husband and a newborn baby.

Having a sheriff as a father served as no picnic; thankfully enough for him, She wasn't the rebel teenager type, but she was curious, and sometimes that could be just as bad.

In her late teens, She grew into her mother's face; heart-stopping eyes, cute noses, kissable plush lips, and a voice so sweet its teeth rotting. She fits the princess's descriptions. Kindness, Innocence, Beautiful, and...smarts?

Okay, She's not the brightest crayon in the box; she's quite naive, to say the least; her father notices this after this instance

“I'm home!” She kicked off her Mary Jane at the door, her backpack abandoned along side her shoes. Regardless of her father stressing countless how much he nearly trips to his early demise. She cheerfully sat on her father's chair arm. “Hi, Daddy.”

He smiled.“ Hello, Sweetheart!” Mr. Valentine scrambled about the living room, searching for something that seemed not to want to be found. “For Christ's sake, The hell is that damn tie?!”

Her smile faded away. “Nightly parlor duty, again?” A silky black material shimmered out of the corner of her eye. The tie! “I got it. I got it.” She gently removed his helping hands from the tie allowing his princess to aid him.

Mr. Valentine was over the moon for his princess. The difficulty and worry of protecting his angel took a toll on his old body. He's no spring chicken anymore-and. This reality frightened him more than any criminal ever could.

“Daddy? Are you going to be late?” Those soften eyes snapped him out of his depression.

He sniffled. “Don't worry about me, Honeycomb.” He can't fall apart yet..not yet. He pecked her forehead. “How about this, little lamb, dinners on me. Duty calls, Sugafoot.” A quick peck on the forehead once more and out the door.

“Bye.” She whispered in the empty house space.

I will make dinner for when he comes home. Congee (Rice Porridge) sounds good, but do we have the ingredients? She was welcomed to an empty pantry, cabinet, and fridge, but her father's six-pack of beer.

Shopping it is, then. With her father’s credit card, She took her first trip alone, and she did great until the recipe called for beef stock.

What stood in her way of getting the stock?

Jeon Jungkook, Remember the man from the beginning? Nope, This isn't different, man, by a baby version of her husband. 18 or 19.Jeon Jungkook. The boy was sent to the market to get beef bulgogi, but for some reason, He was aisles from the meat.

She gulped. You and I know there's nothing to be afraid of when it comes to men, but Yn Valentine is petrified of simply being near one. No thanks to her father's scaring her half to death about the opposite sex.

She peeked at him from around the corner. He sure is pretty, Ain't he? He sure is. The boy had a captive audience. Yn spotted another girl arriving to distract him. The perfect opportunity to grab-that-stock.

She stretched onto her tippy toes. Still no dice. “Come on.”

A large hand reached from behind her, terrifying her but proving to be helpful. “Here.”

She took it, bowed, then speeded away.

Ignoring his commands to come back, She hurried to self-checkout and rushed on her way. She sighed, dropping her buckling knees on the sidewalk with her bags at her side.

Daddy never said anything about them being adorable. I mean, I’m not even sure if he was real.

“It's okay; The moment has passed. Now to get back home and cook dinner.” She clenched both her fists in a fighting spirit.

“Do you talk to yourself often?” A deep voice whispered behind her head; she whipped her head to the boy at eye level.

She gasped, falling back on her hands.

His brows jumped. “Are you alright?” He chuckled. If you squint, you can see his pupils change to hearts. “Listen, um-” He glanced into her, one of the bags chalked full of fresh cream puffs. She must love creampuffs. “Creampuff, You dropped this.” Her Powerpuff girl hair clip looked so tiny in the palm of his hand.

“Yes! That's my favorite clip-!”Failing for the bait in the palm of his hand, The boy snapped down on her wrist, yanking her into his chest. “What are you-Let me go! Right now!” She cried, pounding her tiny chubby fist on his chest.

He chuckles. “Settle down, Creampuff. I just want to see you in detail.” The boy's strength astounded Yn struggling against his bulk. Her skirt's fabric raked over the sidewalk's rough texture.

She huffed, looking away from the boy, allowing him to do as he pleased. If that's all, He wants-Anything to get back home fast.

“Good girl.” He was generally praising her, even kind enough to get head pats. The boy's dark eyes roamed Yn’s features, pausing in certain places he found interesting.

“That's a cute mole.”

Mole? The only mole I have is on my- She gasped, covering her cleavage with her free arm.

The boy sucked his teeth at your protest. " I didn't even look that long-"

At that moment, Jungkook's grip loosened enough for you to steal your arm and push him back by his forehead. A perfect window to pick up your bags and flee.

You caught your breath after securing your front door. I think it's safe to say I'll never get used to men.

It wasn't until late December she made another unfortunate encounter with the same damn man, but he looked different like this, like he's been through some stuff, and this is his mindset now

"You again?!" She struggles against his firm grip on her curves. " Let me go! Or I'll scream-mm hp!" Her eyes widen at his large hand, caging her lips shut...He smells..sweet like he just walked out of a bakery.

"So submissive..." He teased, pushing her patients by inching closer to her hidden lips. "Sadly, I like a chall-nge! " Jungkook dropped his hand to cradle his pained abdomen.

"Creep." Her insult was just salt in the wound at this point.

The encounters never creased...but not all of them were-bad.

Jungkook would often be the handyman when her father wasn't there, kept her company on stormy nights, shared his umbrella when it rained, kissed her forehead to wish her goodnight, and even stood beside her at her dear father's funeral.

Her husband, Jeon Jungkook.

Our Little Maid

Mafia! BTS x Chubby! Reader

Pssst..You might need this -> Our Little Wife

W! Strong Language, Manhandling, Violence , Obsessiveness , possessiveness, and Toxic marriage

"Clearly, I wasn't clear enough about keeping her locked up!" Namjoon's annoyance rose as the minutes passed in complete quiet. "We have bigger shit to deal with than this." You yelped as Namjoon's huge fingers brutally gripped around your bicep. "Wife." You grimaced at how loosely "Wife" played on his tongue.

All around you, there was gunfire-like movement. You've just awoken to a nightmarish folding situation…You'd rather tell yourself lies about what triggered the shift. You're afraid of them.-"Joonie, you.. You're hurting me." Your tears were deafeningly silent. Your husbands began to scream over your squeaks.

"Yah! If you shatter her arm. "I'm going to bash your brains out!" Zip ties restricted Jungkook's mobility to a chair for the time being. "She's our wife, Dipshit!"

Namjoon smiled in response to his darling husband's hollow threats. "Kooky, you're right. Since you're so anxious to get to work, how about this.. " Namjoon's full lips ghost around the shell of your ear. "She is our wife..so-" The buff man pushed and pressed you til you were at Jungkook's boots. "You'll be employed by us. And act like the lovely maid you were referring to before you so impolitely left without getting our consent. "

"Namjoon-Ah!" He pulled your hair while licking his teeth at your " insincere " tears. "I'm so sorry- oww"

Finally, JungKook shatters the zip ties as his wrists are bleeding. He sees your terrified look and says, "Bunny-"

What a fantastic idea. Hoseok gave you a facial squeeze while beaming. "You're lucky. You're not with Jimin." Your appearance hurt his hobi spirit, yet he was unable to restrain his fury. Because, to quote Mr. Namjoon, "you needed fuckin' need a job!"You were returned to the couch by him. "We searched for you. constantly, to learn that you were living like your loving husbands weren't looking for you."

Enough is enough. You catch them off guard as you struggle against their might and succeed in escaping to your room where you lock yourself in the bathroom.

They forced you to take a breath, but they weren't going to give up. "Baby, We're so sorry." Knocking at the bathroom door, Jin murmured. "Honey-"

You fell to the ground once an abrupt succession of bangs rattled the door. "I'm not-! Bring your little ass out here right away." Namjoon growled. You could hear Jungkook & Jin standing up for you.

What did I wake up to?!

The old landline dropped off the hook during the screaming, and the men in your life suddenly fell silent. they are listening.

You quickly responded with a hushed "Hello."

"Cupcake, The dogs got you down?" Hwasa purred.

"Hwasa?" You firmly held the phone. "I'm terrified,"

"Don't worry, Sweetheart, Mama's on the way." The last sound you hear before the line becomes silent is a roaring engine.

Tell me how you like the sneak part. *Insert Evil Laugher*