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Bruno would end up in Silent Hill by chance after making a couple of wrong turns on his way to another town, or after running low on gas and searching for a pit-stop. It wouldn’t be too hard for him to unravel a whole bunch of drug-related problems, the biggest of them being a horrid cult worshipping a suspiciously-devilish looking god. However, a young cult leader with luscious golden locks and talent of persuasion akin to a vampire’s doesn’t spark any suspicion in Buccellati’s head. Seeing how fondly the cultists view Giorno and how trustworthy the young leader seems, Bruno is happy to run around the town for a bit in search for some artifacts that will supposedly rid Silent Hill of drugs. When he finally returns to the church, he is met with a set table with him as the main dish - having all the artifacts and the offering gathered in one place, Giorno decided it was time for him to become an actual god. In the middle of the ceremony, Silent Hill purges Bruno back to life, giving him a chance to escape. But now, not only the rotting drugged monsters stand in his way but also the cultists, and he has to make his way out of the town resisting the temptation to plead Giorno to make his escape easier. - a crossover that nobody asked for COMMISSION/KO-FI INFO

Diavolo gets dragged into Silent Hill after losing contact with Doppio. The last message he got from his subordinate contained coordinates to a place that turned out to be Silent Hill’s women’s prison. Despite it most certainly being a prank, Diavolo still decides to visit the town - mainly from pure interest, because we all know that a second personality can’t exist in a faraway prison alone without its’ body. Silent Hill punishes him for his methods of work and for murdering his mother. The monsters don’t let him stay alone and hidden at any time, following him through narrow lanes, their eyes sprouting from each crack of the old brick walls and between the pavement tiles, flickering in the dim light. They watch him from above and beyond, patrolling the streets from the height of a seven-story building or listening to his steps from under the metal grid floors. Like the shadows of all the people he left suffering from his actions, they judge him, they all seek revenge and attempt to intervene his journey to the prison and drag him into the grave he dug for himself. If he wants to leave the town alive, his only choice is to spare the monsters, forgive his mother for his ruined childhood and repent his sins, leaving behind the fear of the past.

I like it when you take control Even if you know that you don't Own me, I'll let you play the role I'll be your animal

This is a redraw of my 2017 art

a weapon, framed @ilmattaret for you

Lost to the void, all sense of time

Was there no meaning to my life?

The air I breathe is running dry

Don't think I'll last another night

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Commission / Ko-fi info

~commission~

Here goes my piece for the glorious @bizarrestarzines ! Had an absolute blast working on this Risotto, double so because it was my first zine ever <3

~ commission for @beamthechao ~

P.s.: always check the dpi. always.

Lately I’ve been asked persistently to reflect on what would happen if Diavolo decided to keep Trish alive. Is there anything worse than being killed by your own father? Of course there is. Being denied of your own face and personality, never ever seeing the light of day, being under constant surveillance, living with a person who sees you as a threat to his well-being. I know I was supposed to lightheartedly draw Trish as a mature mafioso, but sometimes I need to give credit to Diavolo’s corrupted psyche. He wouldn’t be able to work with Trish. Sorry for the triggers, needed to get that off my shoulders.

How can you always be late for your arrival? You know I'd forgive you every single time In the end all you can hope for Is the love you felt to equal the pain you've gone through

And now it's no ones fault but yours At the foot of the house of cards You thought you'd never get obsessed You thought the wolves would be impressed And you're a sinking stone But you know what it's like to hold the jeweler's hand

Day 546

Vento Aureo is confirmed.

Thank you for joining me.

In which Cartman is pissed off half the time

This is the song kenny was playing on the jukebox

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Cruel Intentions (Part 5)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Final | Cruel Intentions: Organized Crime

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: mafia!jungkook,

Warning: smut, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, nipple play, handcuffs, iceplay, dirty talk, impregnation kink, sadistic behavior (only slight), creampie, dubcon,

Word Count: 17,174

Description: A look back onto your and Jungkook's relationship days before the wedding - and the decision he makes that causes you to finally escape him.

"You're a man now." Jungkook hears the deep, sinister voice of his father say to him, smirking down to his son. Jungkook wants to laugh - because no 15 year old - freshly turned - would be considered a man. Yet his father had insisted that he was coming of age and would have to act as such. Jungkook is seated in a large, lounge chair in the middle of the dim room. There are mirrors hung on all four walls and his eyes connect with his reflection across from him - the reflection screaming at him to stop this. To not agree with this - to go against his father.

But Jungkook doesn't move - he can't find the will to. No teenager should be inside of here - the Brothel - with their dim red lights to add the lore of seduction and appeal. He can't help the way his heart beats out his chest and the way his palms grow sweaty by each passing second.

Bangtan had an old tradition spanning out for decades. It was an old practice that didn't need to be done any longer - yet his father was nothing but a man that followed old traditional rules. He knows his Hyungs didn't have to do this - he would often wish his surname wasn't Jeon. The Kim's, Park's, Jung's or Min's didn't allow this practice in their homes - they allowed their sons to become men on their own.

"You can enter." he hears his father say as he opens the door and walks out of it.

Jungkook gulps as the girl enters the room. She had to be at least 18 - Bangtan didn't do anything younger than that. He wouldn't call her a woman because her features appeared nearly identical to the girls he went to school with besides the fact that she dressed in skimpy lingerie and saunter seductively into the room and shut the door behind her.

She smiles at Jungkook - one he doesn't return. He doesn't know what to do, so he does nothing when she climbs into his lap. Both of her thighs are hugging his waist closer and her hands roam his body, her lips placing themselves upon his own.

Your eyes widen at Jungkook. His demeanor appears calm after his recant. You're unsure how to speak to him, afraid that you'd end up saying the wrong thing.

After the night you had with Jungkook at the underground casino, you tried anything to get the man to sleep with you. You often told yourself that it wasn't because of Shu-hua - because it wasn't. You at least wanted to go into this honeymoon with him experienced enough. However, Jungkook insisted time and time again that it wasn't the right time - that he was positive you weren't ready. No matter how many times you insisted you were.

Your mind had wandered today after he rejected you once more to how he lost his own virginity. It was different for men unlike women - you've heard many men over the years speak about their virginity and how disposable it was. You pondered if his was the same - sleeping with someone he deemed attractive enough or perhaps a girfriend of his.

That was until he explained that his virginity was lost due to a "coming of age" ceremony his father had put together with a woman of the Brothel. You were astonished at the revelation - even more so when he spoke about it emotionlessly. He declared that it was something that happened for years and he wasn't the exception.

"I-I don't know what to say." you murmur to him. Jungkook rarely speaks of his childhood and past all together - but now you understood why.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Jungkook chuckles.

You're laying down, eyes watching him as he chuckles - as if he hadn't admit his father allowed him to sleep with an older girl just to lose something sacred as virginity.

"It's not everyday you hear something like that." you murmur.

Jungkook shrugs. He places his fingers along your lips and traces them. "I'm not a child anymore." he responds. "And my father isn't alive any longer so...karma I suppose."

You widened your eyes once more but couldn't find the words to say. You allowed Jungkook to trace your lips more as your mind tries to process the information. Was this the reason why Jungkook was the way he is? He had a sick way of thinking at times - but it was as though he was born into toxicity. His father giving away his virginity for decades old tradition to be deemed as a "man" to the man he's became now.

You lick your lips. "Is that something...everyone has to follow?" you ask him after a moment. You couldn't help but ask - you're expected to give this man and child. And no, you were holding off for as long as you could - but it you did ever fall pregnant with a son, the last thing you wanted was for him to lose something sacred to a prositute.

"No." Jungkook responds, glancing away from you. "I have no intentions on continuing that tradition."

You release a sigh of relief. You're unsure why - you told yourself that you had no desire to give Jungkook any children unless it was absolutely needed for the sake of your family. Yet - just the thought of what if. What if you bore a child for Jungkook - a boy at that. You couldn't sit by and allow your son to be treated the same way - go through what his father allowed Jungkook to go through.

But you weren't an imbecil - what Jungkook told you about his father was just the tip of the iceberg. You could only imagine what Jungkook was leaving out and that frightened you more than anything.

"I won't allow our children to go through what I've gone through with that man." Jungkook's words come out cold when he speaks of his father. You tell yourself it's too early to ask - but that doesn't mean you can't listen to him when he announces it. "Nor would I involve them in our drama."

Jungkook swallows. He was just a child when he would tremble behind his elder brother when his father beat his mother. He had no regrets in killing the man that was hurting the mother of his children - but he knew he didn't wish to repeat history. He had no intentions of allowing his children to witness whatever qualms he had with you - no arguments or disagreements. And though Jungkook had no real objective of putting his hands on you, the last thing he ever wanted was for his children to be there witnessing it.

"I want our children to be close like you are with your siblings." Jungkook admits. "I want them to love one another without judgment." Jungkook offers a small smile.

Jungkook knows the reason why you've agreed to stay with him. It doesn't hurt him or make him love you any less - he knows deeply that you are slowly beginning to enjoy your time by his side. The love you had for your family makes him admire you greatly - the fact that you're willing to put your own needs aside for them told him so. You doing anything in your power to attempt to get Hyun-woo help and to even sell yourself to pay off his debts told him you were the perfect woman for him. The perfect woman he could ever ask for the be his wife and the mother of his children.

Jungkook places a kiss on your lips before lifting himself up. "Get up. Hyung says he has a surprised for you."

"Me?" you furrow a brow. "Who?"

"Jimin. Something about," Jungkook lifts his fingers to make air quotations. "making the home appear more domestic."

Soobin enters the station, his eyes following around the amount of men in police uniforms. It was hectic - far too hectic - but that didn't discourage him. He walks to the first officer he could find willing to stop and speak with him - he was an older man that could be around his mother's age. "I-I need to file a police report?" he murmurs, his statement turning into a question. 

It was evident Soobin was out of place having never done this before. The older police officers nod his head and led him away from the rowdy crowd of officers. Soobin sighs as he enters a smaller, quieter room and the officer motions for him to sit down. 

"Alright," the officer crosses his arm. "go on."

Soobin explains the situation - how he met you months prior while you were pregnant and seemingly afraid of civilization. He explained how his mother and him had allowed you to stay with them without asking too many questions. He even had photo evident proof - his hands trembling as he shows the officer the envelope. When he got to the most recent part of you and Jungkook, Soobin's hand began to clench. He felt as though he failed you as a man - not being able to protect you from the very threat you were running away from. 

"So you're telling me this woman...left with her husband?" the officer eyes Soobin who nods. "Willingly?"

Soobin shakes his head. "Y-Yes but she was forced to leave!" he announces. "I just explained the entire situation to you!"

Soobin was becoming stressed about the situation. His mother hasn't returned from the Hospital yet even after you've been gone for a week now. She asked about you and Jin-Seon, ensuring that he was to keep the both of you safe and he had failed not only her - but you and Jin-Seon. The stress of her well-being, on top of the mountain of bills he has to pay for such care and his mind wandering to a dark place when it comes to you. 

"There's nothing I can do about this. It's a marital dispute." the officer shakes his head. 

"Nothing you can do?" Soobin murmurs, his eyes growing wide. "I just told you she ran from him for months! He pointed a gun at me after breaking into my home and you're telling me there's nothing that can be done?!" Soobin wasn't one to lose him temper - he had a high tolerance for bullshit, yet the words coming from the officer didn't make any sense to him. 

"Calm down." the officer raises his hands towards Soobin. "What I can do is take their names down and if something comes up..." the officer makes a few hand gestures in an attempt to speak. "...I might be able to address the situation. As of right now, they're still married and if the woman herself doesn't come forth and state theres any abuse..."

"Nothing can be done." Soobin scoffs. "All I know that his name is Jungkook."

The officer nods his head slowly. 

Soobin lifts himself up and leaves the rowdy police station - it was a waste of his time coming here. No one took him seriously - they never did. His mind was ticking as he made his way down the familiar road to his home. How could no one think about how you acted around Jungkook as suspicious? It was obvious he done something to you that harmed you in a way that would make you want to escape him. 

As Soobin's eyes catch his home he stops in his track at the unfamiliar black car waiting just outside of it. He cannot see anything inside of it, the tint being fairly dark. There's no tags on the car and his mind is screaming at him to run the opposite way - but he doesn't. His eyes doesn't leave the car as he makes his way to his home - so much so that he doesn't see the figure seated on his steps. 

"You must be Soobin."

Soobin nearly jumps out of his skin at the voice he hears. His head snaps to it. The man was tall with broad shoulders - dark hair covering his forehead as he holds one hand a large briefcase and the other inside his pants pocket. 

"Who are you?" Soobin attempts to stand tall but it's visibly obvious he's scared shitless.  No one visits them and having Jungkook and this unknown man come within a week was like having alarms ringing in his head. 

"My apologies. My name is Kim Seokjin." the man chuckles. "I am here to talk with you. Do you mind if we go inside?"

"I do mind, actually." Soobin nods.

Seokjin's smile falters but he doesn't dwell on it. "Alright." he nods. He proceeds to take his hand out of his pocket and hold the briefcase up. "I would like to give this to you."

Soobin glances at the black briefcase and then up at Seokjin. "What is it?" he asks. "And who are you? Why are you here?"

Seokjin opens the briefcase. Soobin's eyes widen at the rolled cash stacked neatly inside. It was as though the briefcase shined a light upon him. It was diffult to look away from that much amount of cash, but he does. "What do you want?"

"Think of this as..." Seokjin shrugs. "A thank you courtesy of Jeon Jungkook. For taking care of his wife and son."

Soobin feels his throat tighten. His heart beats at hearing Jungkook's name mixed with 'wife' and 'son'. 

"Get off of my property." Soobin snaps. He feels sick - ready to vomit up anything in a few seconds. He pushes past Seokjin and places his key into the hole to unlock the door. "I don't need that mans money."

Seokjin slams his hand onto the front door just as Soobin was ready to slam it. "I know your mother isn't in the best condition. You can use this for whatever bills come your way."

Soobin clenches his jaw. Jungkook had a great amount of nerve for allowing someone to come here and buy him and his silence - especially using his mother as an excuse as to why he would need it. 

"Jungkook thinks he can flash money around and everything would be alright?" Soobin hisses at Jin. "After he broke into my home, put a gun on me and take Y/N and Jin-Seon against her will?"

Jin takes a step back. He hadn't heard about the entirety of the situation concerning Jungkook and Soobin - and he really didn't want to know. The fact that Soobin remained alive still to this day was remarkable - but he can thank Y/N and Jin-Seon being present for that. 

"Tell Jungkook there's a special place in Hell just for him." and before Jin can respond, the door is slammed in his face. 

Jungkook was no fool to Jimin's action. His hyung done this time and time again for years - and you being his fiance wasn't going to stop him. Jimin was like a magnet that made anyone attracted to him naturally but Jungkook would admit seeing the two of you laugh and smile at one another makes something stir in him. You're seated besides him - too close for his liking - both cooing at the small kitten in your arms.

Jimin had come by the estate with a small, meowing kitten. It's high-pitched meows make Jungkook's head hurt. The black ball of fur was now playing with your wiggling fingers, wide emerald eyes following their every move. He scowls, shaking his head. He wasn't a cat person in the slightest - but he knows you're far too smitten with the little feline now. Your eyes are sparkling at the meowing creature.

"It's so cute!" you coo, lifting the kitten up to rub your nose against it. "I just want to eat you."

"Please don't." Jungkook deadpans, his narrowing eyes staring holes into the kitten.

You roll your eyes at Jungkook but go back to rubbing noses with the kitten. Jimin smiles besides you, placing his hands on the kittens little head and rubbing gently. Jungkook tilts his head, eyes watching Jimin.

"Thank you so much, Jimin!" you giggle to the man, placing the kitten back in your lap. "It's so unexpected."

"I thought you two needed something to make this place," Jimin glances around the modern estate - all dull colors of black and grey. "more domesticated. It's far too quiet."

"Only because Soo-ah isn't here." you murmur but smile at Jimin regardless. "I'm sure Rasu will liven this place up."

"What the hell is a Rasu?" Jungkook scoffs, crossing his arms. Jimin raises a brow, simply knowing his dongsaemg was jealous of a kitten. He hated when the attention wasn't on him - just like a child.

"His name." you declare, glancing at Jungkook just to roll your eyes at him. "It's cute."

"It is." Jimin nods in agreement, sending Jungkook a smirk. "We should get him a bell for his collar. We don't want Kookie to step on his."

Jungkook snickers. It would be a great idea - the kitten was jet black except for the small white stripe on its neck. He would blend in far too well and he wouldn;'t hear the end of it if he accidently stepped or sat on the small feline.

Jungkook couldn't do anything while he sats ignored while you and Jimin play with the kitten. Jimin was a natural people pleaser and his mind tells him that it wasn't fair that you warmed up to Jimin easily with just a kitten as a gift while he had to pay for your acceptance. Maybe it was childish to think of it. Jimin wouldn't try anything with you - with another woman from a man he didn't care for? Yes. But not you - but that doesn't make the boiling in his blood lessen.

Day after day while you keep the kitten in the home, Jimin has visited. He had brought far too many gifts for the kitten - different types of wet food and toys. Even though you had dragged him to the nearest pet store to get everything for the kitten - customed kitten shirts, toys the damn feline touched once and never again and mountains of wet and dry food and treats.

Jungkook sat in disbelief when you and him sat at the breakfast table and you placed a bowl of food on the chair next to you for the kitten to eat, claiming that he also deserved a chair for himself.

Jungkook was growing irritated with the kitten. It was obvious that he had made himself far too at home. He didn't sleep in the expensive cat tree he was forced to buy - or the expensive cat bed or wall hammock you insisted the feline needed. He preferred to sleep in cabinets he had no idea how he got into. That, or the feline made his way inside the bathroom - somehow - and would sleep right inside the tub.

Jungkook was tired of hearing how grateful you were of Jimin for gifting you the gift of Rasu - the small emerald eye cat that lived a better life than most adults. Jimin still came by to check on Rasu - but Jungkook understood that it was just to fuck with him. Jimin enjoyed riviling his dongsaeng just because he knew he could. Jungkook was an extrememly jealous man.

So much so that he found himself now inside a pet store with Soo-ah, searching for his own gift for you and him. He could make his own home domesticated.

"Uncle! What about this one?" Soo-ah cries, her wide eyes staring at a puppy.

Jungkook shakes his head as he tears his eyes away from the tiny tea-cup puppy. "That one is too small, Soo-ah. I might sit on him."

Soo-ah pouts but goes onto the next one.

Jungkook already had a cart full of items. Dog toys, collars food and supplements. Now all he needed next was the dog. Having a pet before having children with you would show you that he too can be responsible - show you how domesticated he could be.

"Uncle!" Soo-ah tugs on his hand. "Look at this one! It's so cute!"

Jungkook nods in agreement. The puppy was black and brown and tilts its head at them as they look through the small cage. Soo-ah wiggles her hand between cage to pet the puppys head.

"I think I want this one." Jungkook smiles to himself. The puppy appeared calm enough and eventually he'd be a bigger dog.

As Jungkook enters the home with Soo-ah in one arm and Bam - the energetic puppy - in the other. You're seated in the sitting room with Jimin - for whatever reason - when he saunters through.

"Hyung," Jungkook smiles tightly. "you're here as if you don't have your own home. Or wives." Jungkook murmurs. "Do I need to set a room for you?"

Jimin snickers and nods. "That would be nice." he retorts, offering Jungkook a sickly sweet smile. "Is that a dog?"

"Yes it is." Jungkook beams. "I'm more of a dog person."

You furrow your brows at Jungkook, eyes watching the dog sniff around in his surroundings.

"How are we going to have a dog and a cat together?" you ask. You refused to allow Rasu on the ground with such a big puppy.

"Y/N, baby, that's just a myth of cats and dogs being enemies." Jungkook waves you off. "We're pet parents now." he beams, eyes glancing at Jimin.

Jimin wants to laugh at Jungkook's jealousy. What he was willing to do to one up him was amazing, but it was fresh to see Jungkook happy with you. It was also great to see you - the same woman who tried time after time to escape him - now adjust to your surroundings. Soo-ah loved Jungkook with all her heart and Jimin knows he feels the same. If Jungkook only knew that each time he visited you and Rasu that all you and he ever did was discuss him, his dongsaeng wouldn't be jealous now.

But Jimin wouldn't tell Jungkook - it was a private conversation, after all. He would simply continue watching how far Jungkook would go to attempt to win you over when you were already.

You sigh but smile at Jungkook. "What's his name?"

"Bam!" Jungkook declares and the dog barks as if recognizing his own name.

You giggle and nod your head. "Bam and Rasu." you coo, placing the kitten on the ground next to the puppy who paid the small feline no mind and continued to sniff around.

Jimin places his hand beneath his chin as he watches you and Jungkook. He could only pray Jungkook doesn't do anything to make you lose you - because little did the younger know, he had you right where he wanted you.

Soobin carries the flower arrangement in his arms - nothing special, a few flowers he embarrassingly picked along the way to give to his mother. He was informed she was awake now and he wished nothing more than to see her. The halls were quiet - surprisingly so - as he makes his way to her room.

Days have passed since he met one of Jungkook's...men? Friend? He wasn't sure who the tall man with broad shoulders was to him, all he did know was that he had the audacity to come with a briefcase full of money. It made his blood boil to think that he could be bought off by Jungkook - the man who taken you from him.

Soobin wasn't a possessive man. You were your own person, he was aware. Yet you cried when you left with him. The months he has gotten to know you, he hasn't seen a ring on your finger. You haven't spoke of your past with Jungkook but Soobin was no idiot to see that whatever he's done to you was nothing but abuse.

Soobin rounded the corner, his mother's room the last one to the right. He glances at the clock on the far end of the hallway and sighs. There was still no word from the police - he called back hours later asking if they were willing to investigate and now Soobin knows that "We're looking into it" means that they weren't. It was a ploy to shut him up.

Soobin straightens his back as he reaches his mothers room. The door was cracked only slightly and he pushes it back to see his mother smiling. Who she was smiling at was what caught him by surprise. "Who are you?" Soobin asks, eyeing the man.

Byeol turns her eyes to glare at her son. "Don't be rude, Soobin." she hisses lowly. She then turns to the unknown man and smiles. "This is my son - Soobin." she introduces.

The man turns his eyes to Soobin and nods. Soobin eyes his appearances - all black attire with jewlery that appeared more expensive than anything he could even think to afford. The man stood tall - even if he was shorter than Soobin - and eyes him with intense eyes, but the smile on his lip never falters.

"Why is he here?" Soobin asks his mother, not caring how rude he was sounding. The last time he saw an unknown man, it had to do with Jungkook. He didn't need any of his men coming around his mother.

"Soobin." Byeol's words were stern and final. It told him he needed to stop with his disrespect.

"My name's Park Jimin." the man holds out his hand to Soobin who hesitantly grabs it - only does so because his mother is watching him. "I'm the man who has loaned your mother the money for her surgery."

Soobin snatches his hands away and turns to his mother. "A loan shark?" he hisses. "I thought-"

"You have enough things to worry about with Jin-Seon and Y/N." Byeol shakes her head. "I don't need you worrying about me, as well."

Jimin hums to himself as he smiles at Soobin. Soobin is no fool to catch the glint in his eyes and his breathing quickened. He goes to place the flower arrangement on the nearest table to see that he was late. There was already one there - this one was expensive. He couldn't name any of the flowers arranged. "W-Who brought this?" he asks his mother, eyeing the flowers.

"A colleague of mine." Jimin spoke up.

Soobin shoves his flowers next to it and turns to face Jimin.

"Jeon Jungkook." Jimin stares straight at Soobin as he speaks. "He's also an investor such as myself. We love to give families a second chance and lift a little weight off their shoulders."

Soobin feels his palms go sweaty under Jimin's gaze. Whoever Jungkook was, he had an abundance of influence. That told Soobin that this was a powerful man that had the world at the palms of his hands - and an unlimited supply of men willing to come to his aid.

"Can I speak with you outside, Jimin-ssi?" Soobin murmurs, not waiting for a response before he walks out the door himself. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, contemplating how he was going to explain this to his mother when she returned home.

Soobin hears the door close behind him. He turns to face Jimin to see the man have a bored look on his face. "Tell Jungkook he has no right to keep interfering in my life." Soobin hisses at Jimin who only smirks. "I'm serious!" he then hisses at the smirking man. "I don't want his money or yours."

"You know," Jimin leans away from the door. He takes a step towards Soobin "you're ungrateful. I haven't even heard a thank you come from your lips." the man says, tapping Soobin's lip with his index finger - just to fuck with the fuming man.

"Don't touch me!" Soobin hisses, clenching his fist. He takes a few steps back from Jimin and hisses once more, "What the hell do you want? What does he want? He's taken everything already-"

"You mean Y/N?" Jimin furrows a brow with a scoff. "You mean...another man's wife? My dongsaeng's wife at that?" Jimin shakes his head and soon he's laughing - an amused laugh that does nothing but mock Soobin. "You were trying to play house with a woman and a child that didn't belong to you?"

Soobin gulps. Jimin's laugh makes him want to do nothing but wipe that smirk off of his lips - but if Jimin was anything like Jungkook, that only meant that he was armed and just as narcissistic as him. Possibly even pyschotic.

"Cat got your tongue?" Jimin pouts his lips, feigning pity. "Aww, that's sad. Regardless, boy, my dongsaeng did you a favor by sparring your life. Of course, you can thank Y/N and Jin-Seon for being there for that." Jimin steps closer and with each step Soobin takes one back. "Jungkook would never put his wife and child in harm's way. And now, they're better off without," Jimin eyes Soobin up and down, a snicker leaving his lips. "you. And that run down shack you call a home."

There it was once more - someone talking down on him and the home they lived in. He doesn't want to show it, yet it does cause a sting in his heart at the harsh words Jimin says. Similar to the ones Jungkook said to him. It was evident what they meant by it - he wasn't good enough for you. He didn't have the money and power Jungkook had. He couldn't afford expensive cars and couldn't have you live in a high-end mansion that he was positive Jungkook had you in. By the way Jungkook scoffed at the home they resided in and stated frankly that his son could never stay there. Now Jimin repeating it...

"What do you guys want from me?"

Jimin catches the crack in the young boy's voice. He pitied him, of course. He was innocent in this - it wasn't Soobin that took you and held you hostage. You left on your own accord. However, Jungkook would blame him until his last breath out of pure rage and jealousy. Soobin had the luxury of being with you while pregnant with Jin-Seon. He had the chance to witness you grow larger as the months pushed along and saw the pregnancy glow. It's one of the best moments to be around your wife as she's carrying your child - he would know having not just one wife and daughter, but two.

Jungkook knowing that Soobin - someone he deemed lesser than himself and not having the resources he did - had the chance to be with you and hold his child before he did...Jimin shakes his head. Soobin was a lucky man to be alive today and again, Jin-Seon and you were his only weaknesses.

"Stop going to the police." Jimin finally answers. "They aren't going to do anything but tell us."

Soobin stiffens. He tries to look for any detection that Jimin was playing any mind games on him - but he wasn't. No wonder the police didn't appear the least bit concerned with your whereabouts.

"You're lucky he called my hyung and not Jungkook." Jimin continues. "Even though he promised Y/N that he wouldn't hurt you. The 6 of us made no such promises."

Jimin could see the glint in Soobin's eyes - a glint of a man recollecting his own life before his eyes. He felt for the young boy, once again he had no dog in this fight. He appeared to have a good soul - rare for a man in this day of age - yet he couldn't allow him to come between you and Jungkook. The sheriff being on their payroll only meant they had the advantage, but there was no saying what lengths Soobin would go through in his attempts to bring you back to him.

"Your mother's surgery bills have already been paid for." Jimin added. "You're alive and well. So is she."

A bitter chuckle leaves Soobin's lips. "You'll kill me?" he asks, his eyes on the ground. "For caring for a friend?"

"I'll kill you if you try to come after Y/N or my nephew - yes." Jimin responds without a second thought, giving him a nod.

Jimin wasn't one for threats nor did he prefer killing - but he wasn't against it. Jungkook was happy again - crawling out of the dark hole he placed himself in while you were gone. He actually smiled again and when he would visit to see Jin-Seon, there was never a time Jungkook's eyes would leave the baby for long. Any whine had Jungkook in a frezny wondering what was wrong with his son. Jungkook never turned down anything that involved Jin-Seon - a changing, washing or feeding. It reminded Jimin of himself when he first became a father and it was truly a beautiful sight to see.

"I'll be taking my leave." Jimin announced. He doesn't wait for Soobin to respond before he turns down towards the hall. 

Soobin watches Jimin's back, his mind clouded with the new found information. He gulps and sniffles before realizing that he's crying. Jimin's figure get's smaller by the seconds until he can no longer see him nor hear his footsteps. 

A month has passed far too quickly for your liking. One moment you're in the large estate with Jungkook, agreeing to marry him for the sake of your family to now depart the country and entering Kefalonia, Greece. How Jungkook managed to get a hold of a private plane for your family to come shouldn't shock you as much as it does. When Jungkook stated that your wedding would be the best - far better than his Hyungs - you didn't believe how much he was willing to put into it.

You never been to Greece before - the brightness of it all with the clearness of the water marvels you. However, you're nervous as the seconds go by. You never imagined yourself getting married - and even though this isn't the ideal marriage moment, you're still fearful. You try to ignore the circumstances of why you agreed to be with Jungkook and at least make an attempt to enjoy yourself. Greece was beautiful and knowing Jungkook, he was paying a hefty amount of money to just win the one-sided competition with his Hyungs.

Your siblings were astonished by the luxury of the land you were residing on - all having several condos for each family not far from the beach. You loved seeing their faces of happiness to be away on vacation. None of you ever vacation outside of the country somewhere luxurious. It makes your decision to be with Jungkook a greater satisfaction - to know that you weren't just thinking of yourself but of your entire family. You just wished Hyun-woo could be here but understanding that he was in rehab was the best gift you could be given.

Jungkook wraps an arm around your waist as you were staring out the large window of the master bedroom. You could see the others enjoying their stay, already playing at the beach. Soo-ah and Hye-jin were burying Namjoon in the sand while Momoka and Hee-sun were dipping their own feet into the water, babies in their arms.

"Do you want to go and join them?" Jungkook asks. He places his chin on your head as he speaks. He relished in being with you now with only a day away from being married to you.

You shake your head. You turn away from the window and make your way to the bed, Jungkook following behind you until he's laying beside you, arms wrapped lazily around you. He inhales the scent of your hair - the vanilla aroma engulfing his nostrils. It always calms him - the familiar scent of you.

"I'm nervous." you admit, eyes blinking to the ceiling. "I don't like to be stared at."

Jungkook snickers, but grips your waist.

"I'm serious." you groan, turning away on your side away from him. "What if I fall on my face?"

"I'll fall then." Jungkook chuckles. "So we'll both look a mess. Together."

You roll your eyes but smile slightly. You place your hand over Jungkook's that is rubbing along your thigh tracing random shapes. The silence that falls between you and Jungkook is comfortable and welcoming. You would have never thought that you'd be here with him willingly after your life over the course of months - nearing a year. It's insane to think that you once despised Jungkook to not minding if you did spend life with him.

Yes, there was the thought of what if's. What if you didn't get involved with Jungkook? What if you didn't go to the underground Black Market and offer up your virginity - or worse, what if Jungkook wasn't there and you would've been bought by some older man? You wouldn't be in what you were now - but was this truly as bad as you initially thought? Your family adored Jungkook and they now lived comfortably. You didn't have to work - not that you minded it - and it was relaxing not living check to check.

'Jungkook could be worse.' you tell yourself, snickering mentally. You couldn't believe you laid with him now willingly and even taking his side. Jungkook could be extremely more controlling than he was. Sure, he chipped you - but he also chipped himself to make you comfortable with getting it. Yes, he forced you into a marriage - but another man wouldn't do what he's done for your family. You couldn't imagine another man managing to get your brother out of prison and into rehab.

Jungkook was a patient man. He didn't force you into anything you truly didn't want. Your mind tells you this because, truly, what man wouldn't have coherced you into sex by now? Sometimes you think you're the one constantly forcing yourself upon him.

Your mind tells you that maybe living side by side with Jungkook wouldn't be too bad. Maybe you'll grow to love him like he claims to love you. Maybe you could eventually give him the children he often speaks of - but not too soon. You didn't forget the birth control pills in your possession, grateful that Jungkook hadn't found them just yet. You would give him the benefit of the doubt as a husband - but you can't trust him just yet as a father.

"What are you thinking about?" Jungkook's words startles you back into reality.

"About you." you admit, leaning back against him. "And us."

"Good things?"

You nod.

"Good." Jungkook murmurs. "You're going to look beautiful in the dress."

"You already saw me in it." you retort. You turn to face him again to find him glancing down at you. "Defeats the purporse of complimenting me."

"Never." Jungkook declares. "It doesn't matter if I already saw you in it. I'm still going to cry."

"You're being dramatic again." you laugh, but the gesture does make your heart warm. "If you cry then that'll make my sisters cry. Then I will cry and I can't risk ruining my makeup."

Jungkook laughs aloud, throwing his head back. You follow suit, joining in on the laughter. You feel Jungkook brings you closer to him. His embrace is warm and it reminds you of the many times you and him were entangled like this - far too many times to count.

You're the first to lean in. You connect your lips to his urgency. It wasn't long before the two of you were tangled together, hands roaming the other body. You're left breathing heavily when Jungkook disconnects your lips, just to kiss along your neck, even nibbling. His hands raise to squeeze your breast through your clothes, lips kissing your collarbone.

Jungkook hums, swirling his tongue onto your skin. "Wanna taste you." he huffs.

You could only nod your head. You weren't capable of deny Jungkook when it came to his tongue.

Jungkook doesn't waste any time in tugging the shirt off of you. He dives into your breast, wrapping his mouth around one nipple while pinching and tugging the other. Arching your back, you huffed out a moan at the sensation.

Jungkook could suck onto your breast for hours - he was just a man. There wasn't any pleasure he got from it - but to get to see you squirming beneath him, moaning out his name and getting to touch you adds to the excitement. He's had sex with many women - it came with the job - but couldn't care less if he pleasured them enough. Yet with you, pleasuring you solely was enough for him to cum. Your moans were always so sweet for him and they often replayed in his mind time and time again - even when the two of you weren't intimate.

Jungkook's fingers trail between your legs, lightly tapping your clothed clit to tease you. He trails his lips down, fingers hook under your shorts and tugs them of, your panties going along with them.

Jungkook grunts when his fingers feel just how wet you were already for him. As much as he enjoyed kissing and sucking your skin - it was his favorite to get to watch the way you squirmed while he fingered you. You were tight, but his fingers always entered almost effortlessly.

Jungkook hovers above you, his eyes trained on the way his fingers play with your clit. Your stomach is churning at the pace he sets - Jungkook always dove right into it but you never could complain. You relished when Jungkook put your needs before his own, content with not getting anything in return from you.

Jungkook places two of his fingers into his mouth and shivers. "I'm gonna taste you now." he rushes between your legs without a second thought, tongue flat against your clit. Both of his hands roughly slap against your thighs to allow him entrance before he goes to ravishing you.

You're arching your back in seconds - Jungkook's tongue always has this effect on you. He doesn't hold himself back, his head swinging back and forth while his tongue assaults your clit. The squelching sounds mixed with your sweet moans are an added bonus. You tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging on it.

Jungkook moans against your clit. He adored when you pulled his hair, his high tolerance of pain being nothing but a blessing for him. He loved when you slapped him, pulled his hair - even the light choking. It gave him the masochistic pleasure - only when it came to you, however. He could never allow a woman he didn't love be dominant over him. Besides, you thrived in being sadistic to him.

Jungkook wouldn't say he was a complete masochist - a woman like you always had to be put in her place. You loved to be choked just as much as you loved choking him - he would say the two of you were truly meant for one another.

Jungkook lifts himself from between your legs and places a quick kiss upon your lips. You yelp when Jungkook flips you around, his back now firmly on the bed and he's tugging you to sit upon him. Jungkook's guilty pleasure was you sitting on his face - maybe it was the lack of air he had, but he would never complain. It was a good way to go out.

You squeeze Jungkook's thighs, biting your lip at the pace Jungkook sets as he licks and kisses on your clit. You lick your lips, eyes focusing on the bulge in Jungkook's shorts. You place your hand upon it, squeezing it tightly. You could feel the vibration from the groan Jungkook does - and it entices you to do it again. You dip your hand beneath it to get out his cock and it sprungs out. His cock was always so pretty - the tip already dripping with pre-cum.

Jungkook's hands rub your body, the sensation of your naked skin on his palm sends goosebumps and shivers around his body. His fingernails dig into your thighs when he feels your tongue - so warm and soft - against the tip of his cock.

You wrap your tongue around the tip of Jungkook's cock, moaning at the salty taste of pre-cum. You would've never thought you'd enjoy sucking cock - especially Jungkook's. The way he would whimper and moan each time you'd wrap a simple tongue around his cock gives you the power to suck harder and faster - even deeper.

Which is what you do.

You bring his entire cock into your mouth and bob your head. You could feel the saliva dripping down your chin within seconds, but it does nothing but turn you on. Your hands wrap around the length of his cock and stroke him as you suck.

Jungkook curses, jutting his hips. He squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lips. You always knew how to suck him so well, always using your throat to pleasure him. You didn't understand how much he adored you - how much he was willing to do for you. You had him in the palm of your hands - literally and metaphorically.

Jungkook enters two fingers inside of you, curling them. He kisses your clit as he pumps his fingers inside of you. You're tight, yet he could still feel you clench around his fingers and he couldn't stop himself from thinking how tight you'd be around him.

You lean back against Jungkook, cock in your mouth but you couldn't suck. His fingers pumping inside of you clouds your mind. You feel it deep in your stomach - the churning and rumbling. You begin to breathe heavily and you remove his cock from your mouth. You hung your head, fidgeting in his grasp.

Jungkook is positive that you're going to cum - he knows your body well now. You're jerk in his embrace, shake your head, clench around him then...

"Fuck!" you hiss, arching your back as you were cumming around his fingers.

Jungkook hums, removing his fingers from inside of you. He licks them, closing his eyes and sighing. He was horny - excessively so. But, as you rest he was going to rub one out in the shower before dinner - it appeared to be enough for him. As Jungkook places you onto the bed beside him, he goes to kiss your cheek. Before he could, you turn your head towards him and place a kiss upon his lips.

Jungkook melts into the kiss. He could feel your hands grip his shirt to bring him closer. "You seem happy." Jungkook chuckles against your lips. "And horny."

"I am." you murmur, kissing along his jaw. "Shouldn't you be?"

Jungkook licks his lips when he feels you nibble on his neck. "I am."

"Then we should do something about that."

Your hands trailing lower and lower with your lips kissing, sucking and nibble has Jungkook weak.

"What do you suggest we do?" Jungkook gulps. He understands fully what you mean - but we wants you to say it.

"Would it be too vulgar to ask you to fuck me?"

Jungkook shakes his head. He laughs aloud, placing a hand onto his head. You knit your brows at his laugh, glaring at him.

"I'm not fucking you." Jungkook says. "That sounds...too harsh."

You sigh.

"Don't look at me like that." Jungkook quips. "You're a virgin. I can't just fuck you like some animal, baby." Jungkook places a hand on your cheek. "It has to be more special than that, don't you think?"

You nod your head slowly, shrugging your shoulders. You were never the daydream type of girl that imagined rose petals and candles for her first time. But your mind was telling you that you understood why Jungkook doesn't want to go through with it. He was a man that didn't have a say in the way he lost his own virginity - no matter how desensitized he's become of it.

"I don't want to be a virgin on our Honeymoon." you claim. "I want to know...what I'm doing."

"You're not going to be a pro in a few days." Jungkook couldn't help but laugh. "What's the rush? You don't need to do this because you think I want to."

"I'm not." you assure. "Is it bad that I want to have sex with my fiance?"

Jungkook hums, he likes the sound of you calling him that. Still, he couldn't fathom just fucking you - not while you still had a sense of purity left. He didn't want you to assume he wanted nothing but sex from you or that there was a time limit.

Even though there was - in a way, but he doesn't know yet how to tell you.

"It'll hurt." Jungkook murmurs.

"Eventually it'll feel good."

"You aren't going to let this go, huh?" Jungkook's thumb is now rubbing your cheek. He watches your lips tug into a smile before he exhales. "If that's what you want...then alright."

Widening your eyes, you lean forward to stare at him. Jungkook continues to lay down, watching your expression.

"Okay...how do we do this?" you ponder aloud and all Jungkook can do is laugh.

You couldn't keep your hands off of Jungkook - even after it's only been 2 days - leaving just a few more until your wedding. The first night was awkward - weird even. You weren't sure how to feel once it was done and over with - but you recall thinking to yourself; "Was that it?" The act of virginity always appeared to be an act that would be either the best moment in life or the complete worse - to you it was right in the middle. It wasn't bad - but it couldn't be good with Jungkook's nerves getting to him. He was nervous and didn't want to hurt you - constantly asking if you were okay and needed him to stop.

However, you were the first one to initiate the sex that same night, trying to get the feel of it. It wasn't as awkward as the first time and Jungkook was surprised how well you were growing accustomed to him. So much so that you would request being on top of him, asking questions if it felt good and were you doing everything right - and he said yes each time. There wasn't a wrong way to ride him, he'd enjoy it either way.

By the fifth time the two of you had sex there wasn't any awkwardness or embarrassment. You went back to your sadistic ways - slapping him the way he enjoyed, pulling and tugging on his hair that had him cumming and wrapping your soft hands around his neck. He was convinced that there was nothing you could do to him that he wouldn't love - that could be deadly for him, yet he didn't care.

Jungkook remained astonished at your high sex drive. He wasn't complaining and never would when it came to you, yet he'd never come to the conclusion that you would want him all the time. When you weren't enganging in sex, you often asked questions about it - pondering just what he liked to do in bed. That's how Jungkook finds himself here with you in Greece in a sex shop. The embarrassed look on your face makes him laugh and it doesn't help that he keeps teasing you about it.

Sex shops usually didn't have carriers - yet the nice clerk had offered a bag once she noticed Jungkook holding more than 5 items in his arms.

"Who's getting handcuffed?" you murmur towards Jungkook as he throws a pair of cuffs into the carrier.

"Doesn't matter to me." Jungkook smiled - and he meant it. Just the thought of you cuffing him has him thinking of ways to not get excited just by the thought.

But even the thought of you being cuffed to the bed excites Jungkook once more. He gulps.

"You can get stuff, too." Jungkook assures. "Whatever you're into."

You bite your lip. It wasn't like you thought about coming to a sex shop and exploring their vast items.

Jungkook watches intently as you look around, touching stuff before shaking your head.

"You don't have to be embarrassed." Jungkook places a hand on your shoulder. "If you see anything you like then we can get it. If not then it's alright."

You and Jungkook leave that shop with many new items. You grabbed nipple clamps and a blindfold, always being intrigued by them. Jungkook grabbing a vibrator surprised you, but he only gives you a toothy grin when you ask about it. It was a tough night attempting to get away from the amount of people - Jimin insisting the two of you attend an event on the beach while Taehyung asks if you wanted to accompany him to a jazz show. It was nearly embarrassing to say you were blowing everyone off just to have sex with one another.

As you enter the room, one thing soon leads to another and somehow you're naked with Jungkook aggressively fingering you. He's hovering above you, eyes intently watching the way you're clenching around his fingers. You're so tight that he adds a third finger, arousal dripping down his wrists. He's thankful that you've agreed to be hand-cuffed, it makes the entire situation much more exciting.

"Let's try something new." your ears catch Jungkook's voice - a moaning statement.

Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you and lifts himself off of the bed. You watch as he goes towards the black bag of sex toys. You lick your lips and gulp. Jungkook returns with a smirk on his lips, the blindfold in one hand and the vibrator in the other.

"Let's put these on you." Jungkook hums and climbs upon the bed.

You nod, offering a short smile. Jungkook places the blindfold over your eyes - the cotton mask hiding the world around you. You could hear and feel Jungkook moving around the bed. "I'm going to try something, alright?"

You nod your head and continue to wait. You hear clanking metal and now are left even more confused until you feel a sudden coldness on your nipples. You yelp and jerk your back - startled by the sudden coldness.

"Have you ever heard of iceplay?" Jungkook's words come through your ears and you conclude that he's directly next to you.

"N-No."

"We'll see if you like it." Jungkook murmurs.

You feel Jungkook trail the ice along your breast and nipples, his lips - warm and wet - kissing and sucking along your neck. The cold touch of the ice feels weird upon your skin, but you wouldn't say it doesn't arouse you. It brings out an odd erotic feeling within you that has you moaning for more - and Jungkook delivers. He trails the ice along your belly button and between your thighs before he stops at your clit. You're shivering at the feeling, but you don't want him to stop.

Jungkook loved observing your reaction to the ice - it was expressive as always and he knew you liked what he was doing. It was amazing to see you now - handcuffed and allowing him to do whatever he desired to feed his sexual desire for you, the way you'd moaned his name so lovingly - he would do anything in his power to keep you comfortable and safe just as you felt at this moment.

Jungkook kisses your cheek before taking hold of the vibrator. He goes between your legs, eyes catching the way you bite your lip. He turns on the vibrator, the buzzing sound loud and powerful. He kisses your clit before placing the vibrator against it.

You arch your back, releasing a loud moan. Your stomach sucks in as you inhale, the vibrations driving you crazy. Jungkook holds your thigh open each time there's an attempt from you to close them - his eyes adoring the way you drip onto the bed.

"I want you to cum, baby." Jungkook mumbles. He removes his hand from your thighs to enter 3 fingers inside of you.

You jump at pressure and in normal jungkook fashion, he doesn't hesitate in pumping inside of you. The vibrations along your clit mixed with Jungkook fucking his fingers into you has you tugging against the handcuffed restraints. You shake your head side to side - wishing you could watch Jungkook between your legs, but the blindfold adds even more arousal to you.

Jungkook presses the vibrator harder against your clit, his fingers not halting their pumping. "I can feel you clenching around my fingers." Jungkook chuckles, curling his fingers. "Are you going to cum?"

You nod your head hastily - you could feel the pressure coming from deep within you. Jungkook knows when you were close to cumming - the way you'd begin to gasp for air, clench your stomach and around his fingers.

"I love to see you cum for me, baby." Jungkook moans - his own cock was hard and throbbing, itching to just be inside of you. He was sure that he would be content with just watching you be pleasured - but now knowing how your walls felt; so tight, wet and warm...

Jungkook groans at the sight of you dripping onto his wrists, your throat releasing a loud moan. You're curses out lowly to yourself as your high gets to you. Jungkook nods his head with a smirk on his lips. "You're so beautiful when you cum for me, baby. I love it."

Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you and the vibrator from your clit, turning it off. You're twitching while attempting to catch your breath. You lean your head back once you feel Jungkook remove the blindfold from your eyes. You blink a few times to adjust to the sudden light - Jungook's smirking down at you. 

"Take these cuffs off of me." you murmur to Jungkook with a bite of your lip.

Jungkook does just that, making sure to rub your wrists to make sure they weren't hurting from being in the same position for who knows how long. "Are you-" Jungkook feels your palm connect to his cheek and he's stunned - but it doesn't frighten nor anger him. He feels you climb into his , wrapping your legs around him. 

You crash your lips onto his and Jungkook wastes no time. He moans when he feels your tongue enter his mouth, the both of you fighting for dominance - but he had no problem with allowing you to dominate him.

As your tongue dances with his, your fingers catch Jungkook's hair and you yank on it. The moan that the man lets out makes you clench around nothing. There was something about Jungkook that you admire - the way he allows you to hit him as hard as you wanted and never does anything about it. No matter how hard you'd pull his hair, he would just smile at you with lust filled eyes. When your hands wrapped around his neck and he coughed for air but the way his hands would rest lovingly on your waist - it excites you. 

But even you had your moments. As much as you relished witnessing Jungkook - the powerful man who had men at his disposal - become completely submissive by you, you also cherish when he does the same. It was insane to think that only days ago you were a virgin and now you and Jungkook couldn;t keep your hands away from one another. The way you felt around him was complete - as iconic as it was to admit to yourself. The same man who bought your virginity and ordered for you to be his wife was now the man who made you feel...loved? Cared for?

Whatever the feeling was, you prayed it'd never changed.

"I want to ride you." you whisper in Jungkook's ear - sending goosebumps up his arm. 

Jungkook nods his head hastily. He'd allow you to do anything you wanted to him - that fact was obvious. 

While you were naked for him, Jungkook was fully clothed. Not for long - he yanks down his shorts and removes his shirt. He begins to lay back and hold your waist when you stop him. "I don't want you to touch me." 

Jungkook knits his brows. "What do you mean?"

You fight the satisfied smile from forming onto your lips. Your eyes glances towards the handcuffs laying onto the bed. You grab them in a quick movement and placing one onto Jungkook's wrist. "It's your turn." you tease, blowing him a quick kiss before handcuffing the other wrist behind his back. 

Jungkook can feel the excitement running through him when you push him to sit against the headboard. He appears like a child in a candy store - doe eyes wide and waiting for you to do your next move. 

And you do - not hesitating when you sit onto his cock that was already painfully correct for you. 

"Shit." Jungkook clenches his eyes shut. You're wrapping around him just right and he's positive that he wont be lasting for long. 

Placing both hands onto Jungkook's shoulder, you dig your nails into it. It causes Jungkook to squirm, but he couldn't care less if you'd draw blood doing so. 

You start your pace in riding him - you weren't a professional at this so it feels weird. But Jungkook was having the time of his life no matter how inexperience you were on top of him - he grunted and groaned out your name while clenching and unclenching his eyes. He was unsure where he desired to look - your goregous moaning face, your bouncing breast or your pussy wet and gripping around him. 

You quicken the pace, feeling Jungkook deep inside of you. The sensation was amazing and you were certain you never wanted to stop. Jungkook's cock was perfect - the size was just enough to please you. Your mind - obviously clouded - thinks it was sculptured this way for you and only you. 

"Your pussy feels so good, baby." Jungkook exhales - at this moment you're not crashing against him, each thrust sends him flying into the headboard. Neither of you care about being loud - a plus since the whole house was for just the two of you. "It feels like it was made just for me."

You swallow hard, throwing your head back. Your arms bring themselves back to hold onto his thighs as you continue to ride him. Jungkook couldn't help his eyes from watching your breast - perfectly rounded with hardened nipples - bounce as you fuck yourself against his cock. It was a sight that he would never forget for as long as he lived. He bites his lip.

"I'm not going to last long." Jungkook admits embarrassingly. How could he when you were doing this to him?

"Why not?" you laugh - a laugh that taunts him. "You can't handle it?"

Jungkook shakes his head. "I-I can."

"You sure?" you squeeze around him and smirk at the way Jungkook curses. "If that's so then don't cum until I tell you to."

Jungkook gulps. He closes his eyes - it was worth a try. If his eyes didn't catch onto the beauty that was you, then maybe he had a chance in not cumming. However, his eyes already have your sight engraved into his brain and even when he wasn't looking at you, you were all he could see. The sounds of your skin slapping his mixed with his moans aren't on his side, either. 

"I love you so much." Jungkook groans out, it was low and he's unsure if he intended for you to hear him - but you do. At this moment he's moments from cumming and he's babbling, a few gibberish and some you could actually hear. "I can't wait for you to be my wife."

You yourself close your eyes.

"You're going to look so beautiful." Jungkook sucked in his breath - he's making an effort to not cum without your command. "You're going to look even more beautiful when you're pregnant with our child."

You moan out aloud this time - Jungkook was a professional at dirty talk. He said things you would have never in a million years thought would turn you on. 

"Your stomach's going to be so swollen carrying my child." Jungkook continues, his hips jutting to thrust into you and this causes him to go deeper until he's hitting a sweet spot. "I can never get you off of my mind..."

"S-Shut up." you hum. You were suppose to be in charge and all he's doing is making you slowly become submissive.

"You occupy my mind all the time. All I can think about is you." Jungkook tugs at the handcuffs but it doesn't unlock. "Take these off of me." he commands, his voice deep and threatening. 

You stop your thrust to open your eyes. You find Jungkook already looking at you intently. His eyes compell you to do as he says slowly. Once the last handcuff was off of him, he flips you. He enters you without a second thought and starts at a harsh pace. A hand is wrapped around your neck and he arches your back so he could continue whispering into your ears. 

"I think about loving you. Caring for you..." Jungkook's thrust was powerful and echoed off the walls. "I think about breeding you. I know you'll be the perfect mother for our children."

You feel tears sweel in your eyes because damn did he have a way with words when it was time for him to be in control. 

"I promise nothing will ever happen to you or them." Jungkook places his head on top of yours - you were tightening around him and he understands you're going to cum. So was he. "I'll always protect you and our children."

"Please cum in me." you cry out, the tears of pleasure already streaming down your face. Your mind is blurred and all you can think about was having him inside of you completely - your sober mind wouldn't agree, yet she wasn't here with you now. 

Besides - you were on birth control. 

"Please cum in me, Kookie." you beg once more and it's what sends him over the edge. He nods his head at you before doing so - deeply. It sends both of you tumbling over. 

Your eyes feel heavy when you feel Jungkook wrap an arm around you. Unsure of what else to do, you do what your body wants and fall into a state of slumber. 

Yoongi takes a fussy Jin-Seon in his arms and rocks him gently. Jungkook watches how his son calms down in his Hyung's arms and releases a sigh of relief. He leans back into the chair and continues to eye his son, noticing the way his tiny fingers spreaded themselves out and he couldn't help but smile.

He had Jin-Seon while you rested - surprised that you did so. You didn't have an issue with allowing Jungkook around Jin-Seon, knowing he would never intentionally hurt him. But, he understood you were a mother and naturally was protective of him, so when you agreed on getting a bit of extra sleep and trusted him to watch Jin-Seon tells Jungkook that you were (ever so slowly) beginning to trust him again.

And this time, Jungkook would take your trust into account.

"Who knew you could be so soft, hyung." Jimin teases.

"We've known Yoongi to be a fraud for years now." Jin waves his hand with a laugh. "He treats Holly better than he treats us."

Jungkook stands when he hears a few whimpers come from Jin-Seon. "Is he alright?" he asks Yoongi who rolls his eyes.

"Yes, Jungkook, he is." he responds. "He just wants you to hold him is my guess."

Jungkook nods and takes Jin-Seon back into his arms, making little noises to calm him down.

"You know," Jimin crosses his legs. "he will eventually start crying just because he knows you would always come."

Jungkook furrows a brow at Jimin. "I'm his father." he deadpans. "Why wouldn't I come?"

"Got a point." Jimin smirks and leans back into his seat.

Jungkook wiggles his finger in front of Jin-Seon and cheers lowly when his son wraps his tiny hand around his finger. He understands that Jin-Seon was already spoiled - he often took him in his arms whenever he heard the slightest whimpers or coos. He couldn't help himself - he only knew of his sons existence for about a month and blamed only himself that he wasn't there during your pregnancy.

Jungkook also understood that his father wasn't much of a father. His mother had thousands of photos and he couldn't find one where his father held his as a baby - but he found one too many of his uncles - his Hyungs fathers - holding him and his brother. He had no desire for his son to grow wondering if he ever loved him because he would already know the answer.

"I think it's time for us to go." Jin claps his hands together. "We've been with Jin-Seon for hours - I know he's growing tired of us."

"May be tired of the rest of you." Hoseok says, strolling towards Jungkook and a yawning Jin-Seon. He places a finger on his forehead. "But he loves me."

Jin-Seon whimpers and Jungkook takes a step back from Hoseok. "That's enough, you're upsetting him." he frowns at his Hyung.

Hoseok scoffs but leaves it alone. Jin-Seon was a trader - never once did he whimper or cry in his arms. "I'll be back and he'll love me." he says down to Jin-Seon.

Jungkook rocks Jin-Seon in his arms as his Hyung leaves. By his feet stood Bam, walking behind him as he strolled around with his son. He was once afraid that Bam would attack the infant - but it was the opposite. All Bam was interested in doing was smelling him - Rasu was more hands on. He'd often climb wherever the baby laid and would sleep besides him, no matter how many times he'd tell the feline not to do so.

Jungkook raises his son into the air, smiling as the baby looks down at him uninterestedly. "So cute." he laughs, lightly lowering and raising his son. "So, so cute - damn it!" Jungkook quickly places his son on the furthest end of the leather couch. He removes his shirt - now stained with white baby spit up. He uses the shirt to wipe his face and throws it to the side.

Jin-Seon begins to fuss. Jungkook places him back into his arms. "I'm not upset." he coos at his son. "I'll never be upset at you."

Jin-Seon squirms in Jungkook's arms, his head towards his bare chest and mouth open trying to feed on nothing. Jungkook frowns, his bottom lip forming a pout. "You must be hungry." he murmurs down to his son before standing slowly, afraid if he done so far too quick he'd drop Jin-Seon.

Jungkook makes his way to you. You had woke a few moments before his Hyungs had nor were you far, only in the next room organizing Jin-Seon's nursery when he arrived frantically. Jin-Seon was seconds away from crying, the low whimpers telling him so. "He's hungry." Jungkook says as he enters. You're folding Jin-Seon's clothes when he does. "I don't want him to cry."

You roll your eyes before turning to Jungkook. You wouldn't admit it - but you found it cute how concerned Jungkook was whenever Jin-Seon cried. You've dealt with children since a young age with the amount of nieces and nephews you had and knew that them crying would be the least of your worries. You attempted to tell Jungkook this - yet he was convinced that whenever Jin-Seon cried it would be the end of the world. "Why are you shirtless?"

"He...spit up on my shirt again." Jungkook glances away.

"Black shirt?" you ask, but only because you know the answer.

"...Yeah."

"I told you to stop wearing dark clothing - it'll just stain." you shake your head with a sigh - but Jungkook didn't care, you knew this. He told you that he'll just buy more. "Men never listen." you smile at Jin-Seon. "Do you want to feed him?" you tilt your head. "Jae-Beom got me a pump as a late gift. I only got enough for one feeding. It's warming up now."

Jungkook's eyes widen as his eyes watch you go around Jin-Seon's nursery and grab what you thought he needed to feed him. He was nervous - he never fed Jin-Seon before since you breast fed him, but he enjoyed watching. Not in a sick perverted way - but getting to witness you caring for his son was a sight he was thankful to experience.

You usher him to sit down and place the bottle in his hands. Jin-Seon was seconds from crying and Jungkook's nerves were kicking in. "What if he doesn't want me to?" he questions. "He's use to you."

"If he doesn't like it then we can switch." you responded. "I think you give him too much power. He's a baby."

Jungkook remains quiet but listens on how you instruct him to put the nipple in his mouth. He does and sighs in relief that Jin-Seon begins to suck without a care who was feeding him. He smiles a low smile the way Jin-Seon stops squirming. His eyes are stuck on his sons face - so peaceful as he is fed. Not a care in the world - no problems to face.

You go back to folding Jin-Seon's clothes for the next few minutes, organizing everything around you for an easy find. The room is quiet and you're humming to yourself lowly. Jin-Seon was going to be a hungry child when he grew - all he wanted to do was eat. And knowing Jungkook, he'd allow Jin-Seon to do whatever he wanted as long as he wasn't hurting himself.

When you turn around to check on Jin-Seon, your eyes catch Jungkook's appearance and are taken aback. "Are you crying?" you whisper, unsure if you were intruding on a personal moment or not.

Jungkook feels the tears drop from his cheek and onto Jin-Seon's onesie. He takes a deep breath then swallows. "I can't take back what I've done to you Y/N. I wish I would've listened when you begged me not to." Jungkook wipes a few tears away with his shoulder, careful not to disturb a carefree Jin-Seon.

You've never seen Jungkook cry before - it startles you. One moment he was alright, smiling down at Jin-Seon as he feeds him and now he's visibly disturbed.

"Jungkook, what-"

"I love you with all my heart for making me a father but I hate myself for how it happened. I know..." Jungkook's eyes stare at Jin-Seon, his eyes watering even more. He wasn't a cryer - especially not in front of others. But the thought of his son growing older and despising him for what he's done to you makes his blood run cold. "I would do anything for you and Jin-Seon and I will spend forever trying to redeem myself."

Jungkook removes the bottle from Jin-Seon's mouth and begins to burp him.

Your step closer to them, your eyes on the unfamiliar mark on his chest. You squint your eyes to see just what it was. Jungkook lifts his head and notices your attention on your chest.

"I forgot to tell you." Jungkook murmurs. He gently stands, holding Jin-Seon to his chest. "I got it done when you were...gone. I added his name the day after I brought him home."

You glance upward to Jungkook then back down to the tattoo engraved into his skin - right above his heart.

Jungkook feels your fingertips touch his skin, tracing the tattoo of your and Jin-Seon's name followed by numbers. You take note that it was the day you and him married - and the day Jin-Seon was born.

You're unsure how to feel. Jungkook had many tattoos littering his body, yet this was reasonably more personal. It being tattoo right above his heart tells it all.

"I'm not telling you to forgive me." continues Jungkook. Jin-Seon was now asleep, his small hand in a tight fist held close to his lips.

"I'm not sure what you want me to say."

"Nothing." Jungkook answers with a shake of his head. "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to."

You cross your arms but turn your head away.

"I told you about my father and what he's done to me and my hyung..." Jungkook starts, he feels his throat swell up. "...and I...I took advantage of you that night. You begged me to stop-"

"You don't have to-" You didn't want to hear this - or relive that night.

"You begged me to stop, Y/N. And I didn't!" Jungkook hisses. He sniffles when Jin-Seon jumps in his arms, but doesn't wake. He rushes to place his son in his crib. He turns towards you, clenching the crib. "I told myself I would never be like that man and I became him."

You didn't know what there was to say to him. You could feel your own throat swell at the sight of him - he's clenching Jin-Seon's crib far too tight that his knuckles were turning white. His eyes were teary and a single drop falls into the crib as he watches his son sleep.

"Thank you for coming back to me." Jungkook's words are sincere. "I know I put you through Hell. I know I didn't give you a choice..."

Jungkook faces you now - even with blurry eyes does he noticed the hurt in your face. 

"I don't want our son growing up questioning if I love you or him." Jungkook steps closer to you, gulping. "I want to be the father I never had. I...I..."

Jungkook hangs his head. He doesn't know what to say. It would be cowardly to apologize to you - he has already. Many times, however, it felt wrong. He knew what he did was wrong and to apologize to you once more would be like a slap in the face. You didn't want to hear it - he was sure of it. 

"You're not like him." Jungkook hears your low voice through his ears. You curse at yourself for doing this - you owe Jungkook nothing, not even your kindness. But what you heard of Jungkook's father, you knew well enough that his son was nothing like him, no matter what he's put you through. "Jin-Seon...I know he'll be happy to have you as a father."

Jungkook widens his eyes at your words. You aren't looking at him but he appreciates your words. He doesn't deserve them - not after all he's put you through. He steps even closer to you, hands shaking. "Can I hug you?" he mumbles. "It's okay if you-"

"Okay." you nod in agreement. You feel his arms wrap around you and it brings back a flood of memories with just his scent alone. You gulp and exhale.

Jungkook holds you close to himself   - tight but not enough to make you uncomfortable. He wasn't one to do this - to show such vulnerability. He was tired of being the man he was since you've been gone - the things he's done to people, especially the women at the Brothel. He felt unlike himself, hating the world for something he's done. You would've never left if he could just say no to whatever bullshit tradition that didn't mean anything. He could've had the chance to see you grow pregnant with his child, to take pictures with you and deal with whatever cravings you had. You and him would be a family - the one he never had when he was a child.

"You never told me you could paint." you cross your arms. Your eyes catch the painting he has with Soo-ah and Hyejin. Both girls are painting rainbows while Jungkook had painted a museum worthy piece - a waterfall surrounded by an array of trees and a stream. 

"You never asked." Jungkook snorts, glancing your way. 

"Well...it's not like people in your line of work do this." you defend, eyes admiring the painting. The amount of detail you catch was amazing - so amazing that you were sure that this could be a profession Jungkook could work in. 

"Is that so?" Jungkook furrows a brow. "Namjoon-hyung also paints - as a hobby. He also writes books."

Namjoon was an intelligent man, you didn't doubt that. If these men were normal people - and not apart of whatever Mafia like gang, you wouldn't doubt for a second that Namjoon was a writer and Jungkook an artist. 

"Never judge a book by its cover." you shrug. 

You leave it alone - Jungkook was allowed to be talented. He was more ways than one - not only in sex.

Speaking of sex with Jungkook, as you woke this morning you felt the aftermath of the night prior. It hit you like a train, but you couldn't bring yourself to regret it. Sex with Jungkook was always wonderful - and each time you woke up just like this.

What you weren't expecting was the words Jungkook spoke to you. Sure, he was a natural dirty talker and got off on speaking such dirty, praising and sometimes degrading words to you. His words last night got to you, so much so that you begged him to cum inside of you. It embarrasses you each time you think of it, but did you really regret it? The sex was good and consensual. You asked him to and he delivered - you couldn't say you felt indifferent about it.

You grab a quick breakfast - some juice and a bagel. You weren't hungry at the moment and haven't been since you arrived in Greece. Making your way into the back of the beach out, you stroll your way towards the Gazebo that sat a few feet from the pool. You sit and admire the scenery - the mountains are miles away but seem so close. The trees surrounded them are moving around in the  wind and you wish you brought your phone to take a picture of it. 

"Hello."

Your head snaps to the voice - an unfamiliar one. You straighten your back at the woman. She offers you a smile as she seats herself across from you. She's an older woman with a few wrinkles around her eyes, but you cannot say just what her age was. Her hair was cut into a short bob - jet black with a few strands tucked behind her ear. 

"You're Y/N." she states and you nod, bowing to her. There was something about this woman that was familiar to you, yet you're unsure how. "I'm Lee Young-Hee."

"Y/L Y/N." you smile, nodding your head respectfully. You take a sip of your drink. "Do you know my fiance?"

Young-Hee nods her head. "I know my son well."

You widen your eyes in horror. Quickly, you bow, apologizing to her. You're unsure how to now face her - how could you not know what his mother looked like. Yet, you blamed Jungkook. He spoke fondly of her always - yet pictures of her weren't around his home and you never thought about questioning when you'd meet her. 

"My son spoke of you often. I was wondering when he'd allow me to meet you." Young-Hee scans your appearance, checking for anything she could on your skin that stood out. "I got the invitation to your wedding just yesterday. Got on the next flight here."

You're confused. Jungkook was the one that set the date - and everything else. Why would he purposely leave his mother out of the wedding?

"I'm just as confused." you admit. 

You notice the way she looks at you, as if she's trying to find something. 

"Are you with my son against your will?"

You stiffen. You look into her eyes for any sign of her joking - but she wasn't. Her eyes were serious and at your lack of response, she placed a hand on yours. "You can tell me." she nods her head. 

"I-I don't understand." you laugh humorlessly. It was an attempt to lighten the mood, but your laugh was so dry that no one would believe it. "Where is this-"

"His father was a terrible man." Young-hee shakes her head. "I wished I would've left when I had the chance. Before I got pregnant with my eldest son. It was too late for me then." she stares into your eyes and you see it. The glint of truth - what Jungkook was telling you of his father rang far true, more than any of you knew. "It's not too late for you to leave if he's forcing you to be with him."

You can't bring yourself to respond. It was too late for her to leave - did that mean it was too late for Eun-Young? She had a baby and by the looks of it, she didn't want you to go through what she's gone through - her words exactly. You haven't noticed any bruises on her - even while she was in Greece. However, the way she acted around Jung-hyun was concerning - she always had her head and eyes down and remained behind him, rarely side by side. 

"Eomma!" Jungkook calls. You snap your head towards his voice to see him running towards the two of you. "When did you arrive?"

Young-hee sighs and turns towards her son. She rises from her seat and wraps him in a hug. "Just a few moments ago. I could have arrived when everyone else did if I was properly invited."

There's venom behind his mothers words and Jungkook could only chuckle nervously. He glances behind her to you. You were already watching him. There was no telling how long his mother was with you and what she told - or asked. 

"It happened so fast, eomma." 

"Don't lie to me, Jungkook." Young-hee pats his shoulders and lets go of him. "Lying doesn't suit the man I raised."

"Yes, eomma." Jungkook responds quietly. "Eomma, this is Y/N. My fiance." Jungkook reaches his hand out for you to grab. You do and stand, entangling your fingers together. "I've meant to have you meet her but..."

Jungkook turns his head to you and you smile. You place a kiss on his nose - it catches him off guard only for a second. 

"We couldn't wait to be married." you tell her, a smile on your lips. 

You had no desire to be caught by his mother. You're unsure what mother she was truly. You've seen mothers who were far too emotionally invested with their sons and didn't like any woman (or man) they brought home. There were mothers who were disconnected from their children that they didn't have a car in the world who they associaed with.

But with her concern if you were being with him against your will, you note, was maybe her way of preventing history from repeating itself. She couldn't save Eun-Young - she had a child to worry about - but there was a chance she could save you if needed be. 

But you couldn't allow her to. You weren't caring for just you - but for your family. There was no telling of what abuse - if any curenntly - Eun-Young was allowing. Yet, you can't say Jungkook was as abusive. Controlling at times? Yes. You were chipped like a dog - but so was he. He funded your lifestyle and willingly funded your families - you know those dance classes for Soo-ah were not cheap, neither was rehab for Hyun-woo. 

But Jungkook was kind when you were. He didn't force himself onto you and you iniciated almost every sexual act since the beginning of being active. He doesn't act the way Jung-hyun does - you can stand side by side with him and he'll be just as comfortable. There were many times in which he could've taken your freedom away and left you with nothing - but he hasn't. Even when you slapped him in front of his brother - a sign of ultimate disrespect -  the worse he's done was keep you close to him.

And chip you - yet with a little more reassurance, you were positive he'd remove the chip if he could trust you. 

"Well then," Young-hee shrugs. "allow me to have some girl time with my daughter-in-law. You've kept her hidden long enough."

Jungkook squeezes your hand gently and nods at his mother. He gives you a kiss on the cheek before departing. 

Young-hee gives you another scan. It wasn't though she couldn't trust her sons - she loved both of them dearly! Yet, they were also shared genes with their father and though he has been deceased for many years, they may share the same views. She's tried for years to steer her sons away from the "traditions" their father were forcing into their heads. Jung-hyun was more traiditional, less harsh than their father, yet Eun-Young was visible traumatized.

Jungkook always took after her. Quiet, mellow and reserved. He was sensitive and didn't enjoy seeing anyone be hurt. He was a man now and she understood that her son being in the business that was Bangtan alone meant that he was far from innocent - but he was a good person when needed be. 

"How did you and my son meet?"

You lick your lips. "An auction."

"Oh?" Young-hee furrows a brow. "What were you selling?"

'My virginity.' you thought with a bitter laugh. "Nothing." you giggle. "I was just...browsing. That's how we met."

Young-hee nods, but isn't convinced. 

"How well do you know my son?"

"I know what he does." you assure her. Your eyes catch Jungkook from inside the beach house, head peaking out the window. "I, um, don't come from this world but...I'm willing to be a part of it for him."

"I was like you once." Young-hee takes both of your hands in hers. She gives you a weak smile, a reassuring one. "I thought I could tame the monster that was his father..."

"J-Junglook's not a monster."

"I know he isn't. He's a good man..." Young-hee rubs her thumbs over your hands. "Yet, trauma lies deeply within him."

You understood this - Jungkook has informed you of such trauma. His behavior for keeping you against your will wasn't excused - yet now you could say you were far from against your will.

"Since you know what he does as a livelihood...what do you think of Bangtan's traditions?"

You shake your head with a sigh. "I-I don't agree." you respond. "Jungkook doesn't either and we have no intention of going along with it."

Young-hee is surprised - the wide eyes tell you this. "Is that so?" she murmurs. "But, it's been in Bangtan for generations. His brothers all went through with it. Are you telling me he will be the first to go against it?"

"I think he should've been allowed to decide when he wished to lose his virginity. And by whom." you disagree. You'd never agree to anyone being forced to lose something sacred to them at another persons liking. 

Young-hee's face falls and she drops your hands. For a moment her mind tells her that Jungkook was different - the exception. But, he was not. And you know nothing of what she was speaking of. 

"He has not told you about the consummation tradition." 

"Excuse me?"

Young-hee looks into your eyes - she pities you. How long was her son going to put this off before telling you. Was he ever?

"A better term is a bedding ceremony. Bangtan is all about..." Young-hee scoffs. "...expanding their family. It's a tradition that's gone on for decades. It's how all the marriages in Bangtan had went along and Jungkook would be no exception."

You feel your throat tighten. A Bedding ceremony...

What you knew of such act was allowing people to watch you consummate your wedding with Jungkook.

You feel your stomach rumble and you felt sick. 

"E-Excuse me." you bow your head. You needed to get out of here immediately. 

"Shit." you hiss, scrambling to grab your phone. It had rang, you forgetting to put it on silence before putting Jin-Seon to bed. "Where is it?"

Jin-Seon begins to wail, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, upset that his precious sleep was interrupted by the loud blaring of the phone. You mentally curse yourself as you searched for your phone.

"Is Jin-Seon alright?" Jungkook enters his sons room, already by his sons side. The boy - now 1 - reaches out for him, whimpers 'appa' and Jungkook takes him in his arms.

"I thought you were in a meeting." you groan, still looking for your blaring phone.

"I heard Jin-Seon crying." Jungkook grabs his son. "Eomma forgot to turn off her phone." he pretends to cry with his son. He rocks him back and forth as you continue to search for your phone. Jin-Seon was getting heavy but his son enjoyed nothing more than being held by his father.

"Got it." you huff. You grab the phone and answer it, bringing it to your ear without knowing who it was calling you.

Jungkook sways with his son as he eyes you. Since you returned a year prior, you had many calls from your siblings, all wishing to see Jin-Seon after realizing you were back home and with a baby. You had apologized for being gone for so long, claiming to be depressed and needed to get away. Yes, they had all collectively screamed at you - but they were also concerned about your well-being and safety. It was a cover up when Jungkook claimed to "find you a few weeks later and send you away for treatment".

"Hyun-woo?"

Jungkook stops swaying with his son. Jin-Seon now had his head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck. His eyes narrow at you as you laugh as you speak to your brother. He can't hear what he's saying, but he knows well enough that by the way you're talking it only meant that Hyun-woo was doing great in his recovery.

Jungkook hadn't kept up with Hyun-woo during rehab even if he was paying for it. He had no desire to. Nor did he have a desire to have Hyun-woo in his sons life and back in yours. You were doing better - much better - and having Hyun-woo enter and disturbing it weighs heavy on his mind.

"Yes. You can come see me when you come tomorrow!" you turn around to smile at Jungkook who does the same in return - though a fake one. "I also have someone you should meet..."

Jungkook places Jin-Seon back into his bed and crosses his arm, tongue in cheek. You continue speaking with him for the next few minutes before bidding your goodbye. You turn to him with a wide smile that makes his heart swell. You hadn't had a smile that wide and excited on your lips in so long - he longs to see it as much as possible.

"Hyun-woo is being released from rehab. He's better now and..." you step closer to Jungkook and wrap him in a hug, head pressed against his chest. "...thank you for paying for his treatment."

"You...you don't have to thank me." Jungkook murmurs. "You know I love you."

You remove yourself from Jungkook's chest and smile nervously. "Can he...come here? And visit?"

No - Jungkook doesn't want that addict around his son or you. But, you were slowly growing closer to him again and he wanted to do anything for you to be able to trust him. Hyun-woo would do nothing but cause harm to you growing closer to him but he'd never let that happen.

"Okay." Jungkook hesitantly agrees. "I need to be here for that to happen."

You nod your head vigiruosly. "I promise he won't steal anything." you assure. Jungkook didn't care about what the man stole, he had more than enough money to replace them.

"I don't care about that. I just want to make sure you and Jin-Seon are safe." Jungkook places his hands on your shoulders. "You and our son are my top priority."

You take a deep breath. You lick your lips.

The last year for you and Jungkook was hard. You and him agreed to therapy. There was no leaving anymore - not when Jungkook knew about Jin-Seon. He agreed to see a therapist that specializes in couple and familiar drama. Every day you and Jungkook went and talked about anything.

You learned of Jungkook's past - the therapist seemingly numb of learning Jungkook had murdered his father to protect his mother. You learned more about Jungkook in therapy than you've ever thought you'd learn just being by his side. Slowly, you can feel yourself warming up to him. What Jungkook has done to you done a number on you - yes, however, witnessing the way Jungkook put everything aside whenever Jin-Seon called him warms your heart. Jin-Seon is only 1 and can only say a handful of words, sadly Eomma isn't one of it.

"I can't wait to see him again." you admit. "He sounded...better. Like himself. Like the man I knew growing up."

Jungkook nods but he can't bring himself to appear happy. One thing for certain, Hyun-woo coming back couldn't ruin his family. He would never allow it.

"Please don't do this Jungkook." you pleaded, the tears streaming down your face at a rapid pace. 

The day had finally come - and to say you were less than pleased was an understatement. That night you had screamed at Jungkook for not telling you. You were embarrassed having to learn of such a tradition from his mother - and then it made sense. She was warning you for far more than abuse when it came to Jungkook and Bangtan in a whole. It made sense why he rushed to your side when noticing her speak to you. 

Jungkook had pleaded with you to not be upset or angry with him - that was a laughing matter. Was he going to tell you? Or was he going to allow you to find out when everyone crowded into the room to watch the two of you?

"They won't be in the room." he assures, yet that was worse. The fact that they watched you without you being able to see them didn't make it any less humiliating. How could you face these people after they witness you get fucked?

You didn't speak with him - no matter how much he tried. Days passed and the wedding came. It was a hectic day - and it was evident you weren't happy. Before meeting Jungkook's mother, you were actually expecting your wedding day. Now, it makes you bitter. You got your hair and makeup done without a word and your sisters attempted to cheer you up - but they were unsuccessful. 

Jungkook was a bucket of nerves. He often checked up to make sure you were even still where you needed to be - you were. You hadn't tried to escape but he couldn't think of anything else. He cursed his mother for telling you about the tradition - but it wasn't her fault. He should have told you about it, but the possibility of you running away and him ruining what the two of you shared weighed heavy on him. 

Jungkook knows he ruined what the two of you had regardless.

Jungkook smiled when he saw you in your dress for the first time in a month. Your hair was tied in an updo with loose curls lining your face. Your makeup enhances your beauty and he's in awe. He smiles as you walk towards him - but the smile on your lips is for show and he catches onto this. Still, he couldn't help but have his heart beat when you reach his side. "You're so beautiful." he murmured to you, yet you remain silent.

The wedding goes by in a blur and the party that ensures after is chaotic. Jin cried while giving his own speech in claiming that he saw Jungkook grow up. Yoongi even sheds a single tear before mumbling about being drunk and not emotionally invested in his dongsaeng. 

It didn't take long for your siblings to get drunk - but it was alright to you. At least they were content and thriving - something you couldn't say for yourself. You took a few shots yourself and lingered around. You wished you could go with the children when they were brought back to the beach house after partying too hard on sparkling juice. But, you had to stay with Jungkook and be fucked in front of the other members of Bangtan.

You couldn't understand the reason - it was a different time. You'd already willingly had sex with him. Why did these men need to watch you have sex with your husband to ensure you'd been imgregnated?

"It'll be okay, baby." Jungkook tells you, shushing you quietly. "What did I promise you before?"

You lick your lips. You can feel the eyes on you and your mind is wandering. Were they interested in what they were seeing? Were they laughing? Did they think you were being overly dramatic?

"I'll never let anything happen to you." Jungkook murmurs. He pushes you onto the bed, holding your face in his hands. "I'll protect you until the day I die. You have to trust me."

The room itself was bland but bright. You can see the camera in the corner ceiling of the room but try to ignore it. Your seated on the bed, the only furniture in the room. 

"You trust me, don't you?" Jungkook wipes the tears from the corner of your eyes. He leans down to kiss your forehead. 

You're unsure, but nod your head. 

"Good girl."

You glance at the camera when you feel Jungkook's hand sneak its way between your legs, pushing up the night gown. He rubs your clit. When he leans down and press a kiss on your cheek, your hand swings at him.

Jungkook feels your fist connect to his cheek and huffs. He glares at you, ears red. "Y/N." he hisses out a warning. "It'll be easier if you just-"

"Don't do this." you whimper, clenching your fists. 

"Y/N." Jungkook hisses. He grasps your chin with his hand and yanks you to face him. He leans down and hisses, "I will never hurt you. I love you."

"If you'd love me you wouldn't-" You feel Jungkook pushes you down. He gets atop of the bed and hovers above you. 

"You have to trust me, baby." Jungkook loses the anger in his voice. He didn't want to scare you - he loved you. He didn't want to put you through this yet he had to - it was a tradition. "The faster you cooperate the faster we can be done, okay, baby? Then we can go home."

You feel his hand once more between your legs. 

"Okay." you nod in defeat. "I...do this...we can go home." you repeat - more to yourself. It was to coach yourself into being comfortable.

You turn around on the bed, allowing him to remove the underwear you wore and lift the nightgown. You feel the tip of his cock twirl around your clit until you're wet enough.

Jungkook enters you and your fingers clench the bedsheets. Your head lays on the bed. You're unaware that you're crying until you feel it on your cheeks. You can feel Jungkook's thrust quicken but all you can do is look up at the camera facing you in the corner of the room. 

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21st Century Schizoid Man

Esto fue un trabajo para una clase de arte digital donde teníamos que usar tipografía. Yo la verdad hice lo que pude porque no se hacer esta clase de composiciones. Igual yo digo que me quedo muy bien como siempre orgulloso de los colores, y la iluminación. No me gusta mucho como quedo Diavolo pero igual me gusta mucho el dibujo.

Pink for English

This was an assignment for a digital art class where we had to use typography. I honestly did what I close cuz idk how to do this type of compositions. I still say it looks really good and like always proud of the colors and lighting. I don’t really like how diavolo looks like but I still like the drawing.

Aquí les dejo algunos de mis bocetos

Here are some of my sketches.

Mas retratos

More portraits

Algún día

Someday

Honestly, Danny doesn't know how he gets into these situations. It's probably the fault of a deity or an Ancient or someone. It's most definitely Clockwork's fault.

Going on that mission with Constantine sounded like a good idea at the time, and Raven was going to be there! She's the best impulse control on the team. He realizes he should've clarified why Raven was going with them. Evidently, it was not to help or be impulse control for the Ghost King and the Alcoholic Soul Whore. (Don't tell Constantine that's his nickname) Raven was going along because she had business at Titan Tower. It should've been obvious, but Danny is not the most observant.

Either way, he was wrong. He thought going on this mission with John - there was a demon running around an apartment building and people were, apparently, quite upset about that - would deter the Justice League from hounding him like roaches. He was right about that, but also very wrong because the proteges took the opportunity to sniff him out like the bloodhounds they are. Unsurprisingly, Red Robin was at the head of the charge.

Raven, the traitor, sat back and laughed at him. She wasn't laughing, but it was obvious that she found his misery amusing.

Anyway, this lead to a citywide hunt for Danny. Anytime he spotted even a hint of any of the Titans chasing him, he was gone. He couldn't stray too far from Constantine, though, and Beast Boy had a nose like a damn elephant.

The chase lasted a solid three hours before he had to let them catch him, if only so that he could tell them to leave him alone because he's there on official JLD business. Not like that would actually work, but he had hope. Unfortunately, he forgot that Red Robin is Bat Trained.

Danny took a second for himself before the Titans caught up with him. Was this really better than Deadman harassing him about his first time in Gotham? No, it wasn't. It wasn't any worse, either, and he didn't know how to feel about that.

"Are you finally done running?" Red Robin asked, landing in a crouch in front of him.

Danny folded his legs to sit criss-cross in the air as the rest of the kids that had been chasing him joined RR. "You make it sound like I'm a criminal."

"You ran like one," Beast Boy pointed out. Fair, but rude. "And, dude, I don't know if you know this, but you smell horrible."

Danny placed a hand on his chest with a dramatic gasp. "How dare you! I took a shower just last week!"

Raven was now unamused.

Superboy gagged a bit. "He's right," A small shudder. "I couldn't smell it before, but I can now that you're so close to me."

He sighed with equal dramatics as his gasp. "I guess I can never get rid of the smell, even after all this time."

Wonder Girl tilted her head to the side slightly. "Oh? And what smell would that be?"

"The smell of death," John Constantine, ever a man of impeccable timing, turned onto the side street to join them. He largely ignored the kids in favor of the ghost child who isn't actually a child but no one listens to him when he explains that so he's probably going to stop trying. "It lingers. C'mon, kid, we've got a demon to exorcise."

Danny huffed like a petulant child, "Still not a kid!"

Constantine continued walking away. "Still don't care."

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How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have

Dick had to give it to the kid, he'd somehow thought of everything. It was a little concerning, actually, but the kid had brushed off every attempt had probing for answers. Who trained him? If he was trained at all. ...had the kid gone into vigilantism alone? Oh, dear. THat's not good fro Dick's current worries.

Reading the file Danny had handed him, Dick had to wonder how long it had taken him to put together this cover story. Also, where he'd managed to get the equipment to do it. At a glance, the kid didn't seem to have much on him. Not even a phone!

He closed the folder and set it back down on the table. "Really?" he asked, "'Congratulations, it's a boy'?"

Danny's cheeks turned a bit red as his gaze shifted to the folder. "Well, yeah. You're stuck with me now until I can get you into good habits and a healthier schedule."

"That implies that you're planning on leaving."

Danny shrugged, all his confidence now fading away. Is this what he's really like? "Well, I mean, I'm sure you don't want me sticking around at all, let alone for a while."

Dick frowned and looked back at the black folder and the binder sitting on his coffee table. God, his apartment's a mess! He smiled at Danny. "My name's Richard, but everyone calls me 'Dick'. You can stay in the guest room."

Danny lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. "Really?"

"Yep. You went to all this work, it'd be a shame if it all went to waste."

The grin on Danny's face was more than worth the security risk that he now posed. "You won't regret it, Mr. Dick!"

Dick smiled back at him, "Please, drop the formalities. We're cousins, apparently."

Was he attached? No. He wouldn't allow himself to get attached. Sure, maybe he was letting this kid - he really needs to start calling him Danny - stay with him for a while, but he wasn't going to get attached. Getting attached meant losing him. Dick wasn't sure he'd be able to survive if he lost someone again.

...damn it.

***

First order of business, now that Danny was officially Dick's - why would he willingly go by that nickname? - ward/cousin, Danny was going to make sure he got some sleep. Today was Dick's day off, so Danny had sent him to his room to take a much needed nap. The man was basically dead on his feet and Danny would be damned if he let him wander around this mess of an apartment with blurry vision.

The second thing he did, once he was sure Dick was asleep, was start to clean up. The place was a stereotypical bachelor's pad, complete with questionable stains in the carpet, rips in the cushions, dishes piled up in the sink, and old take-out on every table and counter. Gross.

He made quick work of the old take-out by throwing it all away and hitting it with a very small and controlled ectoblast. He was so glad Dick had disposable gloves on hand.

The dishes were the next thing he handed. The water was cleaner than in Gotham, so he didn't worry about washing the dishes by hand when they all didn't fit in the dishwasher. He dried the ones he'd hand washed before putting them away. Dick had no organisation in his cupboards, so Danny fixed that, too.

The fridge and freezer weren't too bad. Sure, the dairy products had all expired and most of the food was freezer bitten, but none of it was moldy yet and the appliance itself was in perfect working order. He'd have to go shopping later.

Danny had never liked cleaning, but he'd had to when his parents refused to follow any OSHA laws or Lab Safety courses. So, when he found the cleaning supplies, he took a deep breath and began scrubbing the bathroom. It wasn't too bad, thank god, and was already fairly clean. It was quick and he was able to move on very quickly.

The counters, tables, walls, and tile and wooden floors were all easy to clean with a wet rag and a broom. He wasn't going to even try saving the rug because it looked well beyond the point of no return. The couch and chair cushions could be sticked up, but he didn't have a sewing needle and thread with him.

The last thing he did before taking his backpack into the room he'd been given was to write down a shopping list and leave it on the counter. It wasn't a lot, just food and some dishes and toiletries. He'd have to figure out with Dick a way to pay rent, too, but that was a later Danny problem. He'd tired himself out and was still running on pretty much empty. So, he allowed himself to fall asleep. He'd check on Dick when he woke up.

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At exactly three in the afternoon, New Jersey time, the next day, Batman and Robin took the Zeta Tube up to the Watchtower to gather the waiting heroes for their promised tour of the Batcave.

Jason and Barbra were set up in the clocktower, watching the cameras Tim had set up the night before to record everything. Dick was at the Batcomputer, watching for alerts in case anyone decided to cut their fun short. Stephanie and Cass were on standby in the Manor with Alfred, setting up a movie night to watch the recordings before they were to head down to the Cave to interchangeably play Spoiler. Duke and Tim were both in the Cave, hidden in the rafters in their stealth suits. Kate and Selina had both agreed to help mess with the Justice League, neither actually knowing their identities, and were patrolling Gotham in place of Duke while they waited for part two of the plan.

The plan was set as follows, with room for improv and any missteps: -Batman and Robin gather the heroes from the Watchtower and bring them down to the Batcave -Nightwing meets them and joins in on the tour -Oracle calls Nightwing away for an emergency in Bludhaven -Batwoman would then call Batman away to help out against Red Hood in Crime Alley (that was so that they'd all keep thinking that Red Hood and Batman were still on bad terms. all the better to surprise Wonder Woman when she came to the Manor for the gala) -Steph, as Spoiler, would enter the Cave via the Lane and join Robin and the JL for a tour. She and Cass would then switch out at random intervals, basically gaslighting everyone - especially Superman - into thinking they're the same person -Nightwing and Batman would met up at the Clocktower to switch costumes. Dick becomes Batman while Jason and Bruce go to the Manor in civvies to show that they're under a residence -Duke and Tim, meanwhile, move things around the Cave as they please. At some point, Tim and Damian switch out, but don't acknowledge the switch -NightBat (Nightwing as Batman) comes back to the Cave, sending Steph and Cass back out and to the Manor in civvies, and Duke goes to take over for Batwoman and Catwoman -NightBat and Bruce meet in the locker rooms, while Red Robin distracts the JL, to change back into Batman and Nightwing -Batman rejoins the JL and RR while Nightwing goes back to get his bike and reenter the Cave via the Lane -Robin switches out with Red Robin who resets the Cave, putting everything back in its place as quickly as he can without being noticed -Nightwing comes back -Oracle calls out an emergency at the GCPD -The JL leave

Obviously, they all had comms in and were listening in on everything.

"Exactly on time." Green Arrow nods as Batman and Robin step out of the Zeta Tubes.

Wonder Woman smiles, "How are you doing today, Robin?"

Robin nods to her. "I am well, thank you. And yourself?"

"I am as well as I can be."

"That's good."

The group stands in place for a moment, Batman and Robin doing nothing to alleviate the nervous energy of the heroes in front of them. Eventually, it's Flash who breaks.

"Well, look at the time!" the speedster claps his hand together, "We don't want to be late, right?"

Superman nods in agreement. "Yeah." He turns to the two Gotham vigilantes, "Lead the way."

Batman nods and turns to put the coordinates for the Cave into the computer, authorizing the heroes to access the Batcave just this once. He motions to the Zeta Tubes and Robin steps in. Superman, Wonder Woman, Green Arrow, Martian Manhunter, Green Lantern, Flash, Cyborg, and Aquaman all take turns to follow him. Batman goes last.

Once in the Cave, the Gotham vigilantes allowed the Justice League heroes a few minutes to gawk. The cavern they were in was nothing special. It was a branch off from near the outskirts of the Cave, far enough away to stop any intruders that somehow got passed the Zeta security, but close enough that it only took a few minutes to reach the main cave. There were three Zeta Tubes set up in the small area with a security desk and computer to arm or disable any traps. A matching desk sat at the other end of the trapped hallway.

Entering the main area of the Cave, the JL took another few minutes to drink in the sight. Batman and Robin allowed them to. Nightwing didn't turn his chair yet, waiting for th perfect moment to announce himself.

"Is that- Why do you have a dinosaur in here?" Flash asked, having done a double take at the sight. The others join him.

Nightwing took the cue and spun the Batchair around dramatically. "To eat intruders."

The heroes turned to him as one unit, Lantern, Flash, Aquaman, and Cyborg openly gawking at the Batcomputer.

"Nightwing," Wonder Woman greeted, "It's good to see you."

"What the hell!" Cyborg cut in, holding himself back from running to the computer, though he speed-walked up to it. "It's beautiful."

"Isn't she?" Nightwing smirked, "B built her all by himself. The monitors are all TVs, custom wired to fit the frameless design."

"All seven?" Aquaman asked.

Nightwing nodded. "Yep! And the computer itself was custom, too! I helped with that, actually. It used to be a combination of three computers connected to the monitors, but I helped him condens it down to one shell connected to all seven monitors. RR keeps up the maintenance, though."

Green Arrow and Green Lantern also walked up to the desk. "It's an impressive display," Arrow said, "How long did it take?" He directed the question to Batman who joined the group, the rest coming up behind him.

"Three years and two months," the vigilante answered, "Two years to get everything together and wired properly. Another two months after Nightwing joined me as Robin to condense the three computers into one shell. A year to get everything coded and the firewalls up. As technology changes and programing gets better, so does the Batcomputer. She's intelligent all on her own, but RR and O are working on an AI for her."

"Who's-" Green Lantern was cut off by an alarm on the upper-most left monitor.

"Batcave, this is Oracle." she said, her voice coming through all the speakers in the Cave.

"Go ahead, O," Nightwing turned his chair back to face the computer, his hands flying between the three keyboards as he pulled up what the alarm was for .

"There's a problem in Bludhaven, 'wing, how fast can you be there?"

He pulled up a map of his home turf, seeing the false alarm at the BHPD. Though, what the Justice League didn't know wouldn't hurt them. "The bank on main, right?"

"That's the one."

"I'll be there in twenty tops."

"Alright."

Nightwing pushed the chair back, turning it and standing in one swift motion. Quickly, he made his way to where his bike was parked in the garage on the lower level of the Cave.

"Comms with Oracle," Batman ordered.

"As always!" he called back, pulling his helmet on before quickly peeling out of the Cave.

It was quiet as the sounds of the motorcycle faded out into the renovated cave system beneath the Crime Capital of the Country.

"Should we..." Martian Manhunter started, "Does he need help?"

Robin scoff lightly. "He will be fine. If he could not handle a minor bank robbery by himself, he would have died before transferring his mantle of Robin onto the next."

"Oh?" Aquaman turned his full attention to the child, "Who took the name after Nightwing?"

Robin didn't answer. Instead, he pointed to the dinosaur. "Our old costumes are kept on display downstairs by the penny. Would you like to see them?"

Wonder Woman, only falling second to Batman when children are involved, nodded. "Would you show the way?"

"Naturally." Taking the lead, Robin lead the group of heroes down the stairs and to the lower part of the Cave.

The upper, main, part of the Cave held the Batcomputer, the main entrances to the Manor, the Zeta Tubes, the lab, the meeting table, and the small med bay. The lower bar of the Cave was home to the training room, the displays, the large med bay, the Vault, the Batplane, and the garage.

"You really leaned into the whole gimmick, huh?" Superman nudged Batman with his elbow.

Cyborg watched him from the corner of his eye. "What do ya mean?"

The kryptonian pointed up. "There's about two hundred bats hanging up on the ceiling.

Flash flinched in on himself. "What?"

"This was their home before I took my name," Batman explained shortly.

Another alarm went off before anyone else could speak, though it was from Batman's gauntlet. He stepped away from the group knowing fully that they all could still hear.

"Hey, B!" Batwoman greeted, a smile evident in her voice.

"Batwoman," he responded. He hid his amusement as his coworkers stared at him in shock. "What's wrong."

"You remember Red Hood, right?"

"Obviously."

"Well, I've gotten into a bit of a pickle."

Batman cut her off with a sigh. "Send your coordinates, I'm on my way."

"Fantastic! Bring your grapple!" Then, she hund up.

"Is this a bad day?" Green Lantern asked, "We can leave and come back another day."

"Don't be ridiculous." Robin scolded, "I am more than capable of showing you around the Cave alone." He turned to his father, "Give Batwoman my greetings."

Batman grunted as he got into the Batmobile. Swiftly, he closed the door, turned the engine, and left the Cave.

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