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"this is easily one of my favorite tracks from Off The Hook." Nine grinned. "I may be sanitized, but I'm not uncultured."

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The original post only has US helplines. I’ve added UK helplines underneath. It would be great if people could add numbers from everywhere in the world.

Depression Hotline: 1-630-482-9696

Suicide Hotline: 1-800-784-8433

LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255

Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386

Sexuality Support: 1-800-246-7743

Eating Disorders Hotline: 1-847-831-3438

Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673

Grief Support: 1-650-321-5272

Runaway: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000

Exhale: After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-4394253

Child Abuse: 1-800-422-4453

UK Helplines:

Samaritans (for any problem): 08457909090 e-mail jo@samaritans.org

Childline (for anyone under 18 with any problem): 08001111

Mind infoline (mental health information): 0300 123 3393 e-mail: info@mind.org.uk

Mind legal advice (for people who need mental-health related legal advice): 0300 466 6463 legal@mind.org.uk

b-eat eating disorder support: 0845 634 14 14 (only open Mon-Fri 10.30am-8.30pm and Saturday 1pm-4.30pm) e-mail: help@b-eat.co.uk

b-eat youthline (for under 25’s with eating disorders): 08456347650 (open Mon-Fri 4.30pm - 8.30pm, Saturday 1pm-4.30pm)

Cruse Bereavement Care: 08444779400 e-mail: helpline@cruse.org.uk

Frank (information and advice on drugs): 0800776600

Drinkline: 0800 9178282

Rape Crisis England & Wales: 0808 802 9999 1(open 2 - 2.30pm 7 - 9.30pm) e-mail info@rapecrisis.org.uk

Rape Crisis Scotland: 08088 01 03 02 every day, 6pm to midnight

India Self Harm Hotline: 00 08001006614

India Suicide Helpline: 022-27546669

Kids Help Phone (Canada): 1-800-668-6868, Free and available 24/7

suicide hotlines;

Argentina: 54-0223-493-0430

Australia: 13-11-14

Austria: 01-713-3374

Barbados: 429-9999

Belgium: 106

Botswana: 391-1270

Brazil: 21-233-9191

China: 852-2382-0000

(Hong Kong: 2389-2222)

Costa Rica: 606-253-5439

Croatia: 01-4833-888

Cyprus: 357-77-77-72-67

Czech Republic: 222-580-697, 476-701-908

Denmark: 70-201-201

Egypt: 762-1602

Estonia: 6-558-088

Finland: 040-5032199

France: 01-45-39-4000

Germany: 0800-181-0721

Greece: 1018

Guatemala: 502-234-1239

Holland: 0900-0767

Honduras: 504-237-3623

Hungary: 06-80-820-111

Iceland: 44-0-8457-90-90-90

Israel: 09-8892333

Italy: 06-705-4444

Japan: 3-5286-9090

Latvia: 6722-2922, 2772-2292

Malaysia: 03-756-8144

(Singapore: 1-800-221-4444)

Mexico: 525-510-2550

Netherlands: 0900-0767

New Zealand: 4-473-9739

New Guinea: 675-326-0011

Nicaragua: 505-268-6171

Norway: 47-815-33-300

Philippines: 02-896-9191

Poland: 52-70-000

Portugal: 239-72-10-10

Russia: 8-20-222-82-10

Spain: 91-459-00-50

South Africa: 0861-322-322

South Korea: 2-715-8600

Sweden: 031-711-2400

Switzerland: 143

Taiwan: 0800-788-995

Thailand: 02-249-9977

Trinidad and Tobago: 868-645-2800

Ukraine: 0487-327715

My family is certainly very vocal. They’re very Italian. A lot of our holidays end with people screaming at each other across the room. And everyone’s very opinionated and very intelligent. A lot of my aunts and uncles are wildly educated, and their opinions reflect that. We’re all very liberal.

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drive you insane | Kim Seokjin drabble

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; Your senior knows very well how to drive you insane.

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, fuck buddies, uni mates, age gap (2 or 3 years)

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: senior student Seokjin x reader

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, orgasm denied, oral (f receiving), fingering while fucking with tongue, spitting, maybe there's more, I've forgotten.

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k+

a/n: I actually wrote it last night because I was incredibly bored and my mind just wasn't functioning properly. So, I wrote down whatever thoughts popped into my head at that time while I was listening (drive you insane). If this type of theme doesn't interest you, feel free to skip it. 💃

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐲 [𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝]

"Yeah~ just like that-um", you let out a soft moan, feeling your back arch and your eyes roll back in pleasure. The sensation is so intense that you start to wonder if you might pass out. Your nails dig into his shoulders, clinging to him as if your life depends on it. The feeling of your senior's dick deep inside you, hitting your g-spot, is absolutely mind-blowing. He never fails to impress you with his sex skills in bed. You're grateful that you took the chance and asked him to hook up at the university party. That day, he claimed you completely, devouring you with every thrust. You were his, and he made sure to fuck you until you couldn't even walk straight the next day.

He withdrew his cock from deep within you, leaving you feeling a sense of loss as if a piece of your heart had been taken away. But it was the effect of his dick that you simply couldn't resist.

Even when early today he engaged in conversation with his friends, you found yourself captivated by the way his Adam's apple would prominently move up and down as he spoke. Your mouth would water at the sight of his Adam's apple bobbing. Your weakness was undeniably his Adam's apple and his dick. You longed for him to take you right then and there, and you acted on that desire by sending him a message expressing your need to be fucked. He gave his friends an apologetic smile as he bid them farewell in a hurry, taking you to his dorm. Throughout the journey, you couldn't help but smile like a fool, knowing that he too couldn't resist you.

"Hmm? Are you asking me to pleasure your sweet little pussy exactly the way you want?"

He whispers softly, his voice resonating with the intensity of the passionate sex encounter taking place in his dorm room. His gaze, filled with desire, locks onto yours, making it impossible for you to resist any longer the longing for him deep inside you. With a desperate yearning, you arch your hips, yearning for the connection between your bodies. However, he retreats, settling on his knees before you. A mischievous smirk dances upon his plump, perfectly shaped lips, causing you to clench around emptiness.

"Please, Jin," you plead, your eyes welling up with tears as you never break eye contact with his now sparkling gaze, clearly amazed to see you so vulnerable beneath him.

"What Jin? Words baby, 'cause i asked you something", he responds with a playful tone, and it's unable to deny how much you love this side of him. It's fascinating how he asks you questions during intimate sex moments and becomes serious when you're unable to answer due to the overwhelming pleasure he brings. You prop yourself up on your elbows, partially sitting up, just so you can get a better view of him.

'Fuck' A soft curse escapes your lips as you feel his intense gaze burning into your nacked body. You can't help but notice how his chest rises and falls with each breath, how his broad shoulders seem even broader in this small room. His hair, damp with sweat, falls perfectly over his forehead, just the way you like it. You find yourself yearning to run your tongue along his perfectly toned skin, from his abdomen all the way up to his neck. And his impressive dick, reaching his abdomen, looks so hard, throbbing, and enticing that you can't help but desire to take it in your hands and feel it deep inside you. Your impatience grows, and he's the reason for your desperate longing. After all, who in the entire university wouldn't want him? All the girls desire him, and you're no exception. But what sets you apart is that he hasn't been with anyone else on campus except for you.

"Yes, I want you to treat my pussy like I want", your request was clear, your desire evident in the way you spoke. Your voice, hoarse and unrecognizable to your own ears, betrayed the urgency of your need. But the focus wasn't on that, was it? No, the focus was on him, on making him understand what you craved. You're craving his dick.

However, as you looked at him, it seemed like he had other plans. His eyebrow cocked up in a mischievous manner, a smirk dancing on his plump, pink lips. His body shifted slightly, moving closer until his face was level with yours. His warm breath fanned across your lips, sending a shiver down your spine. You were under his spell, completely at his mercy.

"I'm not going to give it to you the way you want," he whispered, his voice dripping with lust. It dawned on you then that he was going to play with you, with your mind, with your body. And he knew exactly how to play the game.

He moves in more closer, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and hunger. His lips gently graze yours, sending shivers down your spine. You can't help but lift your head to meet his kiss, only to be surprised when he suddenly grabs your neck firmly with one hand and pins both of your wrists with his other hand. Your eyes widen in shock at this new, unexpected move. Your body responds with a surge of arousal, your senses heightened by his touch.

As he leans in closer, his eyes now filled with a sense of urgency, he playfully nips at your lower lip, causing you to instinctively wrap your legs around him, drawing him even nearer. You can feel the heat of his body against yours, his hard dick pressing against your wet pussy. But just as you start to give in to the moment, he bites down on your lip a bit too hard, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. Despite the pain, you maintain eye contact with him, a single tear escaping from your eye.

In a sudden shift of mood, he releases your lip, neck, and wrists all at once, rising to his knees once again as his gaze darkens.

"Turn over onto your stomach," he commands, his voice firm and authoritative. Without hesitation, you comply, your body moving almost on its own accord in response to his dominance. You can sense that he's about to take things to a new level, exploring uncharted territory with you. Though he's been rough with you in the past, this new side of him, with his orders and control, is both thrilling and intoxicating. It's a side of him you've never seen before, and you find yourself eagerly anticipating what comes next.

He grabbed your knees firmly, lifting them effortlessly onto his shoulders. In an instant, your whole body was suspended in the air, with only your hands and face touching the plushy surface beneath you. Your hands instinctively clutched the bedsheets, holding on for dear life as you felt the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. A strange sound escaped your lips, a mixture of surprise and anticipation as you realized how vulnerable you were in this position.

"Jin, what are you going to do?" you managed to stammer out, your voice trembling with uncertainty. You couldn't see his face, but you could sense his amusement as he chuckled softly in response to your question. His smirk seemed to grow wider, adding to the mystery of his intentions.

"Just going to drive you insane," he replied cryptically, his words sending a shiver down your spine. You weren't sure if you understood his logic, but you knew that he had the power to unravel your senses with ease. As his face drew closer to your drenched core, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin, you couldn't help but arch forward in response. The sudden proximity of his face to your most intimate parts made you gasp, causing you to grip the bedsheets even tighter.

He's exploring new territory today, and it's leaving you wondering why. In the past, he's always pleasured you but never indulged in tasting you. He's made it clear that he would never taste any woman, so why is today different? Why do you have this overwhelming feeling that he's going to devour you?

And just as you suspected, he does exactly that. With a long, sensual lick, he explores every inch of your clit, slit, and folds all at once. The intensity of the moment causes your eyes to shut tightly, and your mouth opens wide in silent awe. Your heart races, feeling as though it might burst from your chest, and the sound of your own heartbeat fills your ears.

He withdraws his tongue from your clit, only to firmly grasp your torso with his large palms as he moves his head further between your thighs. This time, he takes your cunt into his mouth, causing a sinful growl to escape from his lips and a moan of pleasure to escape from yours. And then he repeats it, over and over again.

Lick and suck.

The sensation is so intense that your abdomen clenches, and you feel like you're on the verge of exploding on his face. Your pussy vibrates with pleasure, and he knows just as well as you do that you're about to climax. But he doesn't stop. Instead, he nibbles on your cunt between his teeth, spits on your pussy, and plunges his tongue deep inside your hole, fucking you with his beautiful tongue.

"Oh my fucking God", you found yourself overwhelmed with pleasure, letting out a series of passionate moans as you moved your hips against his face. The sounds of desire escaping his throat only fueled your arousal further as he eagerly pleasured you. Your body tensed as you clenched around his tongue, the sensation both embarrassing and incredibly satisfying. The intensity of the moment built up until you couldn't hold back any longer, needing to let him know you were on the brink of climax. Struggling to lift your head to meet his gaze, you realized the effort was almost painful and you'll break you neck if you try harder.

"Jin, stop I'm going-", your voice was abruptly silenced by a gag as his two fingers entered your core. His tongue still exploring deep inside you, his fingers began to move within you, skillfully finding that spot you were craving for his dick to be. But instead, it was now filled with his tongue and digits, pleasuring you in a way you never imagined. The sensation of him fucking you with both his fingers and tongue simultaneously was overwhelming.

Unexpectedly, you reached the peak of pleasure and cum all over his face as he continued to pleasure you with his tongue and fingers. Your entire body vibrated with ecstasy as you experienced one of the most intense orgasms of your life. However, the moment was shattered when reality hit you like a ton of bricks - you came on his face. Your face flushed with embarrassment, realizing it was the first time he had ever eaten someone out.

But as he licks you once again, your thoughts are abruptly interrupted. The intensity of the moment makes it difficult to process everything what's happening. However, what you can register are the shallow breaths escaping your lips, evidence of the small pleasure coursing through your body again. And then you realized, it's something unexpected - he's cleaning up the aftermath of your powerful orgasm with his tongue.

'Oh fuck'

It's an intimate act.

As he removes your legs from his shoulders after cleaning you, a slight ache lingers on your hips, a reminder of his touch while he was devouring you. You decide to turn over and lie on your back, needing a moment to catch your breath.

When your eyes meet his face, your heart skips a beat. It's a surreal sight - your own orgasm painted across his chin and lips. But what truly takes your breath away is the mischievous grin on his face, his chest rising and falling in a rhythmic manner.

You can't help but smile back, a mix of humiliation and anticipation swirling within you. His eyes hold a different kind of intensity now, something primal and raw.

You're the first woman he's ever pleasured in this way, and judging by his expression, maybe he thoroughly enjoyed it.

You couldn't help but ask, "Why did you eat me out?" even though you didn't really want to. But, curiosity got the best of you.

He wiped away the remnants of your essence from his lips, using the back of his hand. Slowly, he inched closer to you, his movements captivating your attention.

"You always looked at me with those intense eyes, silently urging me to taste you. So, I decided to give it a shot," he explained, causing a smile to involuntarily form on your lips as you listened. He seemed hesitant to admit it, but you couldn't help but wonder if he enjoyed it, if he liked your flavor.

"You enjoyed? Didn't you?" you asked, trying to mask any hint of insecurity with a playful tone.

He chuckled softly, rising from the bed. Your gaze trailed down to his still erect dick, momentarily forgetting that he had fucked you before eating you out. He didn't force you into anything; he simply provided pleasure. Retrieving his pants and boxers from the floor, he dressed swiftly.

"Yeah, I enjoyed it a lot," he replied, pausing to meet your gaze before continuing with a smirk that lit up his handsome face.

"And fuck, I think I'll be doing it every day from now on."

Your eyes widened in surprise, a wide grin spreading across your face as he openly expressed his desire. He had truly driven you crazy.

Sorrowful Love | Ch#2 | JJK

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; All he desires is vengeance.

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: thriller, angst, love at first sight, au! sexting

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x Sena oc!

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: This story contains explicit language, graphic violence(murders, blood etc), and other mature content, If you are easily affected by such themes, it might be best to avoid reading it.

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.9k+

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭⇢

Sena's Pov:

The sound of my alarm clock rudely interrupts my peaceful slumber, signaling the start of another dreadful Monday. Reluctantly, I drag myself out of bed, my hair in disarray, and I force myself to sit up. With a groggy mind, my first instinct is to silence the annoying alarm. Once the noise is finally gone, I slip on my slippers and make my way to the bathroom.

As I approach the bathroom door, a sudden shadow catches my eye, sending a jolt of fear through my body. For a split second, I feel as if my soul is about to escape my trembling form. But soon enough, I realize that the shadow is none other than my own reflection.

"Fuck me," I curse myself, closing the door behind me with a frustrated kick.

After a refreshing shower, I stand in front of my wardrobe, towel wrapped around me, contemplating what to wear for the day. My fashion sense has always been lacking.

And I can't help but mutter under my breath, "I don't think I'm good at anything." After creating a chaotic mess, I settle on a white top, baggy blue jeans, and white joggers. Once dressed, I quickly brush my hair and apply some makeup.

With my morning routine complete, I head to the kitchen to prepare a simple breakfast of apple juice and a sandwich. As I leisurely eat, I grab my phone from the kitchen counter and my eyes widen as I glance at the time. Hastily finishing my meal, I grab my camera from the closet and my car keys from the bedroom drawer before rushing out of my apartment to make it to work on time.

My name is Sena, as all of you know, the slacker person in the whole world. I work as a photographer at Mg company.

Photography started as a mere hobby when I was 16, but it was my friend Mai who discovered my talent at the age of 18.

Unfortunately.

She couldn't keep it to herself and showed my photos to her father, who offered me a job at his company. I started working there at the age of 20, and it's been eight months I've been working there.

And so, this is my life. Busy.

After a long and tiring day at work, I finally make it back to my apartment, feeling completely drained. I walk through the door and immediately place my camera and car key in their designated spots before making a beeline for the bathroom to freshen up.

Once I've changed into more comfortable clothes, I make my way to the bedroom and retrieve my phone from my bag. As I settle into the soft and inviting bed, a notification suddenly appears, causing my heart to skip a beat. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I quickly glance at the notification.

To my surprise, it's a message from my brother, someone I haven't heard from in ages. Without wasting a second, I swipe the notification away without even reading the contents of the message. My mind is too preoccupied with other thoughts to fully process what he might have said.

Leaving my phone on the bed, I head to the kitchen to quench my thirst with a glass of water. Taking a deep breath, I try to let go of all the emotions that have built up throughout the day, allowing the cool water to help calm my racing heartbeat. Once I feel more composed, I return to the bedroom, retrieve my phone from the nightstand, and settle back onto the comfortable bed.

As I mindlessly scroll through Instagram for past forty minutes, an art page catches my eye. Intrigued, I decide to read the artist's biography, which turns out to be incredibly fascinating. His work is centered around capturing the emotions of others, which instantly captivates me. Without hesitation, I jot down the contact number provided on Instagram and dial it.

After two rings, a sleepy voice answers the phone with a simple "hello."

Trying to sound composed.

"Um hi, I want to place an order-", I quickly state. However, before I can finish my sentence, the person on the other end abruptly ends the call, leaving me bewildered. I stare at my phone screen, unsure of what just happened. "Well, that was strange," I mutter to myself.

Five minutes later, my phone rings again, and I answer, fully prepared to confront the person about their odd behavior.

But he was quick to speak up,

"I am sorry, my friend posted my number on Instagram without my knowledge. When you called, I was asleep and confused, so I ended the call abruptly. I'm so sorry for my odd behavior."

Taking in his explanation, and understanding that it was an honest mistake, I didn't dwell on the inconvenience caused by the untimely call.

"You don't have to be sorry, it's alright." I reassured him.

"And I'll give you his number, but please reach out to him after a week," the man on the other end of the line informed me before we bid farewell and ended the call.

In just a minute, he sends me a number labeled 'Jungkook'. As I glance at it, my heart inexplicably quickens its pace. Uncertain of the reason behind this reaction, I attempt to dismiss the feeling and store his contact details.

Feeling overwhelmed, I decide to let go of all my feelings and simply focus on getting some rest. The weight of the world seems to lift off my shoulders as I release all my worries and anxieties into the universe. Placing my phone down on the table, I take a deep breath and allow myself to drift off into the world of dreams. The soft hum of the air coming from windows lulls me into a peaceful slumber.

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐲 (𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝)

Sorrowful Love | Ch#3 | JJK

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; All he desires is vengeance.

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: thriller, angst, love at first sight, au! sexting

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook × Sena oc!

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: This story contains explicit language, graphic violence(murders, blood etc), and other mature content, If you are easily affected by such themes, it might be best to avoid reading it.

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k+

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭⇢

Sena's Pov:

It's been a whole week of non-stop hustle and bustle, and today, as I reluctantly opened my eyes at 8:00 am to start another day at work, I was greeted by a pounding headache and an achy body. It felt as if every single part of me was screaming in pain. To make matters worse, I had a strong suspicion that I was running a fever.

Realizing that going to work in such a state was out of the question, I reached for my phone on the table beside me. With a heavy heart, I composed a message to one of my colleague, explaining my deteriorating health and requesting a two-day absence. After sending the message, I placed my phone back on the table, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment.

As I sat there, tears began to well up in my eyes. The realization hit me hard - when I'm sick, it often feels like I'm all alone. The thought of reaching out to someone for help seemed daunting, as if they would only look at me with pity and sympathy. So, I kept my suffering to myself, silently battling through the pain.

I get up from bed to fetch some medicine, but as I take each step, a dull ache pulses through my body. I shuffle over to the kitchen cabinet, my hand reaching out to open it. Inside, I find the painkiller I desperately need. With a sigh of relief, I grab a tablet and then head to the refrigerator for a water bottle. I twist off the cap, taking a long sip of water before swallowing the pill. Sitting down on the kitchen stool, I cradle my chin in my hands, hoping for some relief.

After a few moments, the pain begins to subside slightly. I rise from the stool and make my way to the bathroom to freshen up. Once I'm feeling a bit more presentable, I select a sky blue crop top and a pair of blue trousers from the wardrobe. After changing, I slip on a pair of my sneakers, secure my mask in place, and grab my phone from the table along with my handbag from the dressing table.

Stepping outside, I make my way to the medical supply store to pick up some much-needed medication.

After a brisk 5-minute walk, I finally reached the pharmacy, eager to pick up my much-needed medication. As I push open the door, a mysterious figure materializes out of thin air, startling or fluttering me to the core. My heart instantly goes into overdrive, pounding against my chest like a wild animal trying to break free. I can't quite fathom why this stranger's sudden appearance has such a profound effect on me, but as he walks past me, time seems to stand still and my gaze fixates on his back.

Feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment, I gave myself gentle pats on my cheeks to regain my composure. Determined not to let my emotions get the best of me, I take a deep breath and step into the pharmacy. As I make my way towards the counter, I can't help but notice that the enigmatic stranger is already standing there. Once again, my eyes are drawn to his back, and I can't help but marvel at how it manages to send my pulse racing like a Formula 1 car.

Shaking off my fascination, I focus on my purpose and head straight for the counter, and stand right beside with this captivating stranger.

'Fuck'

My mind was supposed to be focused on my purpose, but instead, it seemed to have a mind of its own. As I stood there, waiting, I couldn't help but mentally compare my height to his. And of course, I came up short in comparison. It was as if my heart was playing tricks on me, refusing to listen to reason. I tried to ignore the rapid beating in my chest, but it was impossible.

Then, something unexpected happened. He started talking to the pharmacist right in front of me. His voice was like music to my ears, so captivating and wonderful. At that moment, I felt a surge of emotions. It was as if I was falling in love with him right then and there. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but be mesmerized by his presence.

As I continued to stare at him, I couldn't help but notice every little detail. His jawline was so perfectly chiseled, his side posture exuded confidence, and his hair was effortlessly stylish. Everything about him seemed perfect, and it made my heart flutter.

But then, he looked directly at me. It was as if time stood still, and everything around me faded into the background. At that moment, I felt a mixture of excitement and fear. Excitement because he acknowledged my presence, and fear because I was afraid of what he might be thinking of me.

"Uh, you have been staring at me for two minutes straight. May I ask you why?" he asked, his eyes filled with curiosity. It was at that moment that I realized just how long I had been lost in my thoughts, fixated on him. Panic washed over me, and I desperately searched for an excuse.

"Ahh, I'm sorry," I stammered, avoiding eye contact. "I didn't mean to... I was just... I'm sorry." I quickly turned around without purchasing medication, not daring to look at him again, and hastily made my way out of the pharmacy.

As I walked away, my heart still racing, I couldn't help but wonder what could have been. Maybe one day, fate would bring us together again..

As I finally reached my apartment, my heart continued to race, pounding in my chest for the entire five minutes it took me to get there. The adrenaline coursing through my veins made me feel both excited and anxious. Seeking some relief, I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle. The simple act of drinking the water felt like a temporary distraction from the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.

But no matter how hard I tried to focus on the task, thoughts of him consumed my mind. It was as if his presence lingered in every corner of my thoughts, driving me to the brink of insanity. I couldn't understand what was happening to me. Was it love? Infatuation? Or something else entirely? All I knew was that my heart couldn't seem to calm down.

Placing my palm over my chest, I could feel the rapid thumping of my heart beneath my touch. It was beating far too quickly, as if trying to escape the confines of my ribcage. I knew I had to find a way to suppress these overwhelming emotions, at least for now. So, I took a deep breath and tried to push them aside.

‘shit’

How foolish of me? I forgot to buy the medicine, the reason I went to the pharmacy, but I came back with a fast beating heart and still aching body from fever. And there's nothing I can do now, I can't go again to the pharmacy.

‘because I'm lazy’

I made my way to the bedroom, seeking solace in the comfort of my bed. I settled down, making myself cozy amidst the soft blankets and pillows. As I did, I reached into the bag’s pocket and pulled out my phone. With a quick swipe, I unlocked the screen and opened Instagram, hoping to find some distraction in the colorful world of social media.

But as the app loaded, a sudden realization hit me like a bolt of lightning. I had completely forgotten about the painting I had been meaning to order, one that maybe would capture the essence of my tumultuous emotions. Without wasting another second, I accessed my contact list and scrolled until I found 'jungkook' name on my contacts.

With a mix of anticipation and nervousness, I tapped on his name and then on the call icon. The phone began to ring, and with each passing second, my heart rate seemed to rise once more.

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐲 (𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝)

Next time | Kim Namjoon drabble

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; It was quite unexpected when a heavenly stranger joined you at the club's roof, just when you were feeling all alone.

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut(li8), dark(a little bit), fluff, strangers to??

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: namjoon x reader y/n

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: making out, heavy(sexual) tension in the air, nipple sucking, dry humping, calling reader princesse

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.9k+

a/n: Namjoon wearing glasses is my weakness ;-) and I'm not very knowledgeable about clubs. Well, Please forgive any errors if I may have made, but if you happen to spot any, kindly point them out to me.

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐲 [𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝]

The vibrant lights, booming music, and the overpowering scent of sweat from the crowd - it's all a nightmare for you. You're not one for clubs, but your best friend insisted. And by insisted, you mean she practically started a quarrel and argued with you until you gave in. She even went as far as choosing a black tight thigh-length V-neck dress for you, accentuating your cleavage. The makeup she applied was equally extravagant - a smokey eye look with a shimmery red lipstick. She may be a baby, but you nearly broke down in tears when you caught a glimpse of your own reflection in the full-length mirror. You've never worn that much makeup in your entire life, but her stubbornness won this time.

You've been sitting at the bar, your face buried in your hands, elbows resting on the glass counter, for about 15 minutes now. When you both entered the club, she tried to convince you to dance, but you had already done enough for the day and didn't want to be surrounded by sweaty bodies. So you told her to enjoy herself and even asked her to leave you alone. Little did you know, that wasn't such a great idea.

As you sit there, lost in your thoughts, the bartender suddenly comes into your line of vision. Your tired eyes gaze up at him, as he takes in your appearance - his eyes naturally drifting from your hidden cleavage to your face. Oddly enough, he doesn't appear interested at all. You sit up straighter, removing your face from your palms. Just as he turns away to walk off, not bothering to ask if you'd like to order something.

"Hey! Can I get a glass of orange juice?" you call out to him before he can take another step. He comes to a halt, turning around to face you once more. His expression remains as uninteresting as ever. You study him for a moment, your eyes landing on the name badge pinned to his white bartender suit, which reads 'Yoongi'. He simply nods and walks away.

'Strange'

After about five minutes, he returned with your drink and a bill, placing them in front of you on the counter. You thanked him, but he didn't reply. He was really starting to get on your nerves, but you still managed to smile as you took out the cash from your purse and handed it to him. He casually grabbed the bill from the counter and walked away, leaving you alone.

Sitting here has become quite challenging after that peculiar encounter with him. You had desperately craved some fresh air, so you tightly held onto your glass, rose from the stool, and made your way up to the roof.

The breeze up here is refreshing, causing a slight shiver to run down your spine. It's a welcome change from the lingering scent of sweaty bodies that had been assaulting your nostrils while you were perched on that fancy stool. Leaning on the railing, your elbows find support as you tightly grip your glass. You bite your lower lip, moistening it with your tongue before bringing the glass to your lips. In one swift motion, you gulp down the orange juice and carefully place the glass on the floor, ensuring it's far enough from anyone's step to avoid any accidents.

With your chin resting on your bent elbows, you find yourself captivated by the view of the streets below. The towering buildings resemble giant pencils, and the wind playfully tousles your wavy hair as it dances around you.

Suddenly, the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupts your reverie. You turn your head to the left and there stands a breathtakingly beautiful being, almost ethereal in nature. Your mind momentarily stops functioning, and your heart seems to follow suit. While your head remains nestled in your arms on the railing, your focus shifts from the cityscape to this angelic presence before you.

He gazes back at you, his eyes shining through the transparent frames of his glasses, captivating you with their beauty. His petite nose adds to his overall charm, and his perfectly styled blonde hair, revealing his forehead completely, leaves you in awe. Dressed impeccably in a plain black pant, white button-up shirt, and waistcoat, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, he exudes an air of effortless style. And those lips, naturally pink and enticing, prompt you to moisten your own with your tongue. You find yourself not just staring, but thoroughly checking out this stranger. A small gulp escapes your throat as you straighten your posture, lifting your chin from your arms and smoothing your hands over your dress. The fabric clings to your body curves, accentuating your cleavage and bare legs, but you try to ignore it as best as you can.

"Why are you up here?" his voice breaks the silence, sending shivers down your spine. It's deep, rough, and undeniably captivating. Glancing up towards him, you're met with a sight that leaves you breathless. His muscular physique is accentuated by the fabric that wraps around him perfectly, and every defined muscle is visible beneath the surface.

In an attempt to steady your voice, you clear your throat, not wanting it to waver in front of him.

"Not a party person," you reply, shrugging your shoulders slightly. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he shifts his gaze away from your face, focusing on the front. However, your attention is momentarily diverted by the beautiful dimple that forms on his cheeks when he smiles. You quickly avert your gaze as well and focus on your ahead.

"I'm not much of a party person either," he says, still looking straight ahead. Curiosity sparks inside your mind, and you can't help but wonder why he's here.

"Then why are you here?" The words slip out of your mouth before you can stop them, hanging in the air as you realize you haven't received an answer. Embarrassment floods your stomach, and your face flushes with heat. You quickly clear your throat, ready to apologize for the intrusive question. When you look at him, you're taken aback to find him already staring at you. Your lips part slightly, and a breath escapes, unable to contain your surprise. His gaze lingers on your red-painted lips before meeting your eyes once again.

"I had a meeting with the club's owner," he replies, his gaze still locked with yours. As his words reach your ears, it feels like a wave of relief washes over you, momentarily dissipating your embarrassment. You break the eye contact first, not daring to delve deeper into his captivating gaze. You know that his looks, his voice, everything about him is melting you from the inside out.

Yet, you can still feel his eyes on you, studying your every move and posture.

"Want to know the same thing" he inquired, you bite your lower lip between you teeth. His curiosity about why you're here piques your interest, making your heart do a little flip in your chest. Your eyes meet his once more, you averted your gaze for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts, before meeting his intense gaze once again.

"Well," you began, your voice slightly shaky, "Lila, my best friend, practically dragged me here. She insisted that I needed a change of scenery, a break from my monotonous routine. And, well, I couldn't say no to her."

A small smile played on your lips as you reminisced about all the crazy adventures you and Lila had shared. The late-night phone calls, the impromptu road trips, and yes, even the times when you had to rescue her from her drunken escapades. You had always been there for her, like a protective elder sister.

As you spoke, you noticed a flicker of amusement in his eyes, and a mischievous dimple appeared on his cheek. It was a sight that made your heart flutter uncontrollably again. Your smile transformed into something more than just friendly, something that revealed your growing attraction towards this handsome stranger standing before you.

His gaze changed, turning darker as he observed the sudden shift in your expression. He took a step closer, until you were almost chest to chest. The sudden proximity sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but gulp nervously, feeling the tension thickening in the air. The chilly wind only seemed to enhance the heat radiating from your body.

His intense eyes bore into yours, as if he could devour you whole with just one bite. You feel a gentle touch on your face, his long fingers delicately brushing with a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your left eye. He twists it between his fingers before tucking it behind your ear. The simple gesture sends shivers down your spine, and your body instinctively reacts, leaning into his touch. Your eyes flutter closed, surrendering to the sensation. His hand on your jaw caused you to lean in even closer, but the subtle touch of his thumb on your lower lip, causing your eyes to flutter open. You meet his gaze from beneath your long lashes, feeling a magnetic pull between you. In that moment, all other thoughts fade away, leaving only one desire lingering in your mind - to kiss him.

His thumb continues to brush against your bottom lip, its feather-light touch sending tingles through your body. He leans in closer, his warm breath caressing your ear, causing you to shiver even more. Your thighs clench involuntarily, a physical response to the overwhelming sensations coursing through you.

"You're so beautiful. What's your name?" In a low, husky voice, he breaks the silence, his words dripping with admiration, his voice is like a sweet melody mixed with a hint of spice, intoxicating and irresistible. As he pulls away slightly, you already feel the absence of his warm breath on your ear. His hand remains on your jaw, and you nervously nibble on your bottom lip, unsure how to handle this enchanting stranger.

His gaze fixates on your lips, and he gently removes your bottom lip from between your teeth with his thumb. He resumes rubbing it with his thumb pad, sending a jolt of electricity through you. You know you have to answer, or else your legs might give out beneath you.

"Y/N," you whisper your name, your voice barely audible. You can feel yourself losing control, your senses overwhelmed by his presence. You're certain that your panties are clinging to your core, a testament to the desire he has ignited within you. He hums, his eyes locked onto yours, then your lips, and back to your eyes again.

"Namjoon" He introduced himself, even though you didn't inquire. You repeat his name in a hushed tone, and it flows from your mouth as if it was meant to be. It sounds perfect.

His eyes were also fixed on you from the moment he saw you standing alone, observing every little movement of your body, the way your features seemed to effortlessly fit into his hand, and how smoothly his name rolled off your tongue.

Your heart began to race, the desire to kiss him overwhelming you as soon as he entered your line of sight. You tried to control yourself, but now when he shared his name with you, all you wanted to do was utter it over and over again.

But then, just as quickly as he came close, he pulled away, taking a step back. Your eyes widened in disbelief, confused by his actions after making you feel so hot with his touch. His expression remains dark, but there's a hint of something different in his eyes now. It's as if he's about to do something he'll regret, or perhaps something you can't even fathom. Your heart feels heavy all of a sudden, and he gives you an inscrutable look, your brows pinched together. Then, he turned to his left and headed towards the rooftop exit.

'No, no.'

He's about to leave you, and you know you have to act.

Remembering Lila's advice about seizing the moment when something felt right, your mind urged you to stop him, and you made up your mind to do just that. Stepping towards him, you caught his muscular wrist in your small hand before he could take another step. He halts in his tracks, tilting his head to look back at you. Without hesitation, you stand on your tiptoes, even though you were wearing heels, you still stand much shorter than him. You press your lips against his without hesitation, eyes closed. His lips feel like soft cotton, so plump and different from what you had imagined.

You pulled away from the kiss, feeling a sense of unease when you realized his lips weren't responding. Guilt flooded your heart as you reluctantly opened your eyes to meet his gaze, which seemed to have been fixed on you the entire time. Nervously, you released his wrist from your grasp and took a cautious step back. Your eyes start to sting, but you hold back the tears, directing your gaze downward to your heels. Massaging your temple, you clear your throat, preparing yourself to apologize for crossing a line.

The weight of your mistake settled heavily on your shoulders, filling you with a sense of regret that seemed to stretch into eternity.

However, before you can utter a single word of apology, he closes the distance between you in a single stride. Without hesitation, without warning, he cups your face with his large hands and in an instant, his lips crash against yours in an intense and passionate kiss. Your feet stumbled backward until your back met the railing, and you instinctively clutched onto his shoulder for support. The pounding of your heart resonates so loudly within your chest that you can hardly hear anything else. He begins to suck and nibble on your bottom lip, causing a low moan to escape from deep within your throat.

He breaks the kiss with a soft pop, the sound lingering in the air as your breaths synchronize. Both of you are panting heavily, the intensity of the moment leaving you both gasping for air. He takes off his glasses, revealing his perfect face, and tucks them away in his pants pocket. Without breaking eye contact, he leans in for another kiss, his desire evident in his eyes.

Once again, his lips capture yours, but this time the kiss is different. It's sloppy, hungry, filled with a raw passion that consumes you both. You try to match his movements, but his lips are dominant, taking control of the kiss. He slips his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch with a fervor that leaves you weak in the knees.

"Stick your tongue out, y/n," he orders, his voice husky and filled with desire. His hands roam from your neck to your waist, then down to your hips, pulling you closer to him. You obey without hesitation, your body responding to his command like a well-trained child. He wastes no time and starts sucking on your tongue, teasing and biting it gently.

Your eyes shut tightly as pleasure courses through your body, making you wet with anticipation. Your hands wander from his shoulders to his perfectly styled blonde locks, gripping it tightly as the sensations overwhelm you. Your knees begin to wobble, making it difficult to stand, but you can't bring yourself to break the kiss just yet.

After felt like eternity, desperate for air, you try to withdraw your tongue, a silent plea for him to stop. He senses your need and releases you, both of you gasping for breath. As you open your eyes, you're met with the sight of his face so close to yours, causing your heart to race even faster. His lips are swollen, his eyes hooded, his jaw clenching and unclenching with desire. He looks ethereal, a perfect blend of beauty and handsomeness that leaves you craving for more.

Your body aches for him, your wet core yearning for his touch. Unable to resist, you grind against his clothed, hard erection, feeling a surge of pleasure shoot through you. A gasp escapes your lips as you realize just how big he is, and his own groan echoes in the air as your hips move against him once again. The desire between you both is palpable, and you know that you want more.

"Please, I.." you try to convey your request to him, to convey your desires to him.

He suddenly takes action by firmly grabbing your buttocks, causing you to let out a surprised gasp. The sensation makes you momentarily forget what you were about to say, and in the blink of an eye, he effortlessly lifts you up by your hips. Your legs instinctively wrap around his well-defined torso, while your arms find their way around his neck.

You can feel his sweaty hair brushing against your arms.

"You're going to lose yourself entirely, princesse," he murmurs in that seductive accent of his, using the endearing nickname he uses for you. Just as you plan to respond, he silences you by placing his mouth on your neck. First, he nibbles, then sucks, and licks at the same spot, causing you to whimper. Your back arches automatically, and your head falls back, granting him even greater access to your neck. Suddenly, your eyes snap open when you feel an absence behind your head. You realize you're leaning over the railing, with only the lower half of your body supported by him. Your survival now depends on clinging tightly to him, preventing you from falling off the rooftop.

"Mhm, listen..." you try to get his attention by tapping his shoulder, signaling that you are in a precarious situation. But he doesn't stop; instead, you can sense his smirk against your neck as he continues to shower you with affectionate kisses. Your mind is in a whirlwind, torn between the arousal coursing through your body and the danger of your current position.

'Fuck, this is what he meant,'

He began thrusting his cock through the thick fabric of his pants, instantly blocking out all other thoughts. The rush of adrenaline from being on the edge of the roof and the powerful movements of his hips consumed your mind completely.

"Namjoon, oh fuck Joon.." you couldn't help but moan his name over and over again as he intensified his grinding, simultaneously sucking harder on your neck. Your stomach twisted with desire, and you instinctively clutched onto his blonde hair. His wet kisses trailed downwards, and then his sinful lips makes contact with your nipple, which was concealed beneath the fabric of your dress and his wet tongue playfully swirled around the sensitive bud. The pleasure was so intense that it forced a high-pitched moan to escape from deep within your throat.

Your mind felt numb, overwhelmed by the delicious stimulation. Each rhythmic thrust, his hard cock through his pants teasing your clothed core, and the skillful touch of his lips on your clothed nipple was an intoxicating combination. The fear of falling added an extra layer of excitement to the already electrifying atmosphere.

A distant ringing sound reached your ears, but you were too consumed by the moment to pay it any attention. You assumed it was just your ears playing tricks on you. However, the sound seemed oddly familiar. His lips and grinding abruptly stopped, causing you to whimper in disbelief. Your brow furrowed, eyes still closed, as his lips broke contact with your breast. Confusion washed over you as you tried to comprehend what was happening. The ringing sound persisted, growing louder, but it felt as if it was coming from a distance.

You opened your eyes, breathing heavily, desperate to understand why everything had suddenly come to a halt. The ringing continued to echo in your ears, resembling the buzzing of bees. And then, your gaze met his dark eyes.

"Your phone," he said, his voice deep and rough. But you couldn't comprehend his words. Confusion etched across your face, your eyebrow shooting up to touch your hairline.

"Huh?" you managed to utter, still lost in the haze of the moment.

"Someone's calling you," he repeated, directing his gaze towards your purse on the floor. And then it hit you, why the ringing had sounded so familiar. Your face flushed an even deeper shade of red, your cheeks feeling as if they were on fire.

He gently places you down, and your heels wobble beneath you, but you manage to grab onto his shirt just in time to prevent yourself from falling to the ground. You glance at him apologetically, but he simply nods his head slightly, a faint smile forming on his lips, revealing the same dimple as before.

Releasing your grip on his shirt, you turn around and bend down to retrieve your purse from the floor.

You straighten up abruptly, when you sense him taking a deep breath. You run your hands over your dress, smoothing out any wrinkles. You reach for your phone, and notice that the screen is still illuminated with Lila's name. You choose not to answer the call, knowing that she's probably completely intoxicated. She has never called you this many times in her entire life, except when she's drunk.

You turn back to face him, and there he stands, looking like a model with his hands tucked into his pockets and a few strands of his blonde hair falling onto his forehead. You swallow nervously before offering him a cautious smile.

"My friend needs me," you inform him, raising your phone in the air to show him the screen, even though he didn't ask. He hums in response and retrieves his glasses from his pocket, placing them back on his face. You can see the muscles beneath his thick shirt flexing with each movement.

"I should go," you speak up when he remains silent, feeling the awkwardness fill the air. With your legs still feeling a bit unsteady, you begin to take slow steps towards the exit to the rooftop.

As you reached the door, a wave of sadness filled your heart knowing that he didn't try to stop you. But just as you were about to leave, he suddenly grabs your wrist, causing you to turn around in surprise. A wave of relief washes over you.

"Here, take this. Let's meet next time," he says softly, placing a card in your hand.

Leaning in close, his warm breath tickles your ear as he adds, "And then we'll continue our remainder session." His voice husky, barely audible, causing a shiver of excitement run through your whole body.

With that, he releases your wrist, and you hold onto the card tightly, a smile playing on your lips. Your once heavy heart now feels light and free.

You nod as he takes a step back, revealing a perfect dimple on his cheek. With admiration in your eyes, you take one last look at him before exiting the roof.

As you made your way off the roof, the sound of your footsteps echoed in your ears, matching the rhythm of your racing heart. The card in your hand felt like a precious treasure, a tangible reminder of the connection you had just shared.

As you descended the stairs, your mind began to wander, replaying the encounter over and over again. His words echoed in your mind, each syllable carrying a promise of something more. The thought of meeting again, of continuing the session that had been interrupted, filled you with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Sorrowful Love | Ch#4 | JJK

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; All he desires is vengeance.

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: thriller, angst, love at first sight, au! sexting

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x Sena oc!

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: This story contains explicit language, graphic violence(murders, blood etc), and other mature content, If you are easily affected by such themes, it might be best to avoid reading it.

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.8k+

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭⇢

Jungkook's Pov:

After my encounter with that weird girl, the first thought that crossed my mind was, 'What a strange girl!'. Despite my efforts to suppress it, a smile involuntarily crept onto my lips. It was as if her eccentricity had a contagious effect on me, leaving me both bewildered and amused.

'Fuck'

Women don't usually bewilder me, and I'm not easily amused by girly things or their peculiar behaviors. However, against all odds, she managed to bring a small smile to my face. I can't believe how?

Later on, I decided to buy Geworin tablets, for myself. As I paid for the medication and walked out of the pharmacy, I just hoped that this medication would provide some relief, a glimmer of hope to lift my spirits.

After buying medicine, I make my way back home through the familiar streets. I unlock the door, step inside, and head straight to the kitchen to fetch a water bottle. With the pill in hand and a glass of water, I swallow it down and feel a sense of relief washing over me.

Feeling slightly better, I make my way to the art gallery, constructed in the basement. Bending down, I retrieve the hidden key from beneath the carpet and walk over to a large canvas. With a bit of effort, I lift the canvas and set it aside, revealing a hidden door. Inserting the key into the lock, I hear the satisfying click as it opens. I then tuck the key back into the right pocket of my pants and swing the door open.

As I step into the room, my eyes immediately gravitate towards the images that I've meticulously taped on the wall. These images represent the people who have caused me immense pain and anger. With a mix of hate and disdain, I take a moment to glance at each one, feeling a surge of emotions coursing through my veins. It's as if the mere sight of these individuals ignites a fire within me, causing my blood to boil and wanting me to end these people's lives right now.

With a sense of determination, I reach for a file sitting on the table nearby.

However, before I can even open the file, the familiar ring of my phone interrupts the moment. I place the file back on the table and smoothly retrieve my phone from the right pocket of my pants. Glancing at the caller ID, I see an unfamiliar number flashing on the screen.

Considering the limited number of contacts I have saved in my phone, I deduce that this call must be related to an order I've been expecting. I answer the call, And a soft voice greets me on the other end, belonging to a girl who seems eager to speak.

"Ah, hello," she says, her voice carrying a sense of excitement. "I'd like to order a painting."

Intrigued by her request, I find myself momentarily forgetting about the images on the wall and the file on the table. Instead, I focus my attention on this individual on the other side of the phone.

I asked the girl on the phone, "Can you share with me your emotions?"

In response, she started to speak rapidly, expressing, "I am overwhelmed with emotions at the moment, and I find it hard to put them into words. I am also curious about understanding my emotions, which is why I am interested in this artwork. I am eager to explore the range of emotions I am experiencing. Let me begin to describe them to you. Please make a note of them, okay? I am feeling a mix of despair, happiness, and fear right now. I crave love in my life, yet there are moments when I feel like I can do without it. I am puzzled by my own emotions. Just capture all of this," she paused, taking a deep breath.

I couldn't help but chuckle as I jotted down her array of emotions.

"I will do my best. I will let you know once it's done," I assured her.

"Oh my goodness, thank you so much! I am beyond grateful. I don't know how to repay you. Oh, I almost forgot to ask, how much will this painting cost?"She immediately exclaimed, and her words made me giggle for some reason.

"Why are you laughing?" she inquired with a soft voice. "Is the cost really that high that it's beyond my means?"

Responding to her concerns, I offered reassurance, "No, it's not as expensive as you think. Depending on how you feel, the price ranges around xxx ."

Relieved by my response, she let out a sigh and said, "Thank goodness, I can afford it."

"By the way, could you please share your name with me so I can recognize you when you come for the painting?" I asked.

After a brief pause, she ended the call with a contemplative "hmm." Meanwhile, I found myself simply staring at the screen of my phone, unsure of what to do next. Suddenly, a message from her appeared on the screen, breaking the silence.

Curiosity piqued, I eagerly opened the message and read the words,

"'Natasha' is my name."

Reading those four words repeatedly, I sensed that she had given me a false name. Her peculiar actions brought a chuckle to my lips as I securely tucked my phone back into the left pocket of my pants.

5:30pm

I decided to take a leisurely stroll through the nearby neighborhood park. As I step outside, I inhale deeply, allowing the fresh evening air to fill my lungs. The park is bathed in a soft golden glow as the sun begins its descent, casting long shadows across the grass.

I start my walk, my footsteps echoing softly on the pavement. As I make my way through the park, I take in the sights and sounds around me. The chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze, and the distant laughter of children playing in the playground.

As I continue my stroll, my gaze sweeps across the park, taking in the various scenes unfolding before me. And then, something catches my eye. A young child, full of energy and excitement, dashing towards his parents. His tiny legs carry him swiftly, his face beaming with joy.

I watch as his mother, with open arms, scoops him up into a warm embrace, showering him with kisses. His father, standing nearby, can't help but pinch his cheeks affectionately.

Unbeknownst to me, a single tear escapes my eye, rolling down my cheek. I quickly turn my head, hoping no one notices, and take a few deep breaths to compose myself. And decide it's time to head back home.

After arriving home, I made my way to the room that I had meticulously designed to resemble the gallery. As I entered, I couldn't help but notice that my heartbeat was racing at an alarming rate. The mere thought of them sent shivers down my spine, making me want to let out a scream. I desperately tried to push them out of my mind, not wanting to dwell on the memories.

However, it seemed that my heart had a mind of its own today. It stubbornly refused to listen to reason, reminding me of just how much I missed them.

As I swung open the door, a heavy sigh escaped my lips. Once again, the sight of the pictures I had taped on the walls came into view, causing my heart to boil with burning rage. The sorrow of losing my parents because of them, the anger towards these fuckers who took them away from me, makes me want to rip their hearts out from their chests.

I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white as I fought the urge to tear my hair out. The anger pulsated through my veins, turning my face a deep shade of crimson.

I took a deep breath, hoping to calm the storm raging inside me, but it seemed futile, but memories flooded my mind with fragments of cherished memories. Each glimpse brought forth a rush of emotions, reminding me of all the wonderful experiences and time I had shared with them. Unable to contain my sorrow any longer, a tear escaped my eye and trickled down my cheek, mirroring the intensity of my pounding heart.

Tears cascade down my cheeks as I release a loud scream, scattering every file which is on the table, unable to control my patience, my beating heart, my boiling blood. I collapsed onto the floor, my elbows resting on my knees, my hands still clutching at my hair. The tears continued to flow, my other hand automatically moving to cover my heart. "Mom, Dad, the pain of missing you is too much to bear," I cry uncontrollably.

"The idea of facing this harsh world without you fills me with dread and hopelessness."

I clench my fists and begin to hit my chest, as if attempting to physically ease the emotional pain.

"Mom Dad, the agony is overwhelming. It's tearing me apart," I murmur, my voice quivering with each word spoken to them, even if only in my mind.

After what seems like an endless period of tears and grief, I eventually pull myself together and try to regain control of my emotions.

It was the final moment that my tears fell for them, my heart consumed by a single, intense emotion: hatred. Hatred for those who snatched my parents away from me, who tore apart the fabric of our lives with their cruel actions.

I made a solemn vow. I vowed on the memory of my dead parents, who had taught me the values of love, loyalty, and justice, the emotions I think I've lost now that I would not rest now until every person of his family met their end.

I reach into my pocket and retrieve my mobile phone. With a trembling hand from anger, I wipe away the remnants of tears that have stained my cheeks, a testament to the pain and anger that have fueled my desire for revenge. The time has come, and I can no longer contain my eagerness to witness their fear, to see them tremble before me.

Unlocking my phone, I navigate to my contacts and search for the person who has trained me for this moment of revenge. In the past, I had severed this connection, needing time to heal but I didn't heal. And now, I am ready to unleash the fury that has been brewing inside me.

With a deep breath, I press the call icon next to their name. The sound of the ringing fills my ears, echoing the anticipation that courses through my veins. One ring... Two rings... Three rings... Finally, the call is answered on the other end.

Taking a moment to steady myself, I speak into the phone, my voice filled with determination and resolve. "I'm ready, Suga hyung."

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐲 (𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝)

knife | Kim Taehyung Drabble

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; As you make your way towards your new home, an unexpected encounter with a mysterious man interrupts your journey. Will this encounter be a simple interaction or will it lead to an exciting adventure?

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: dark, smut, knife kink

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Taehyung x y/n

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, violence, mention of blood, fuck with knife, unprotected sex, rough sex, maybe there's more.

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.6k+

a/n: Happy New Year Guyz! 🫶

and i can't believe I wrote this.

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐲 [𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝]

You are on your way to your new house, a place you were forced to move to by your father's orders. He claims that your previous home was no longer safe due to people who covet something precious to him. Although you may feel alone and question your importance to him, remember that his priority is your safety maybe. Despite his invitation to join him, you declined because you like to stay here, even though you don't have any friends here. You've never been interested in making friends, fearing judgement and rejection. Making friends is not a priority for you; your main focus is on keeping yourself safe. Your father has trained you in various skills, including self-defence, and you take pride in being able to protect yourself. You vividly recalled a memory. One night, at a party, a man - possibly one of your father's enemies - tried to kiss you. Without hesitation, you drew your precious knife and slit his throat, revelling in the sight of his blood spraying everywhere, well maybe you're a creep for loving blood. The incident caused a commotion, and your father punished you by locking you in your room for a whole fucking week.

The GPS voice abruptly interrupts your thoughts, you realise you've arrived at your destination. Opting to park the car in a nearby alley rather than directly in front of your new house, you take precautions to ensure your father's enemies remain unaware of its exact location. Feeling a heavy sigh escape your lips, you reach for your knife on the dashboard. With no belongings in tow, as your father had already arranged everything for your new home, you slip the knife into the pocket of your black leather jacket before stepping out of the car. As you lock your car, a chilling gust of wind brushes against your face, sending a surge of adrenaline through your body. The midnight hour and the desolate alley make you uneasy, but you push aside your fear and decide to make your way out of the alley. However, as you take steps forward, you sense someone's presence behind you. Increasing your pace, you notice the sound of another person's footsteps quickening as well, causing adrenaline to surge through your system once again. In a moment of panic, you pulled out your knife from your pocket, holding it out in plain sight to deter any potential attacker, ensuring that the next person does not suspect anything. You stopped in your tracks and moved backwards, without thinking, you instinctively placing the knife at the stranger's neck.

He's tall enough, but your eyes burn with flames as you catch a glimpse of the enigmatic smirk on his face. The darkness surrounding you makes it difficult to see, but you can make out the bruises on his face - one near his left lip and another on his nose. His disheveled hair adds to his mysterious appearance. When you lock eyes with him, they are so dark and intense that they seem capable of devouring you at any moment. He chuckles sarcastically, causing a shiver to run down your spine. In response, you press your knife against his throat, determined not to show any fear. A small cut appears, and a trickle of blood escapes from his neck. However, he doesn't seem scared or in pain. Instead, his lips curl up even more as the dark blood slides down his neck and onto his collarbone.

"Wow! A knife. Are you flirting with me?" he exclaims, his voice deep and filled with happiness. His eyes dance like a manic, as if he's relishing every moment.

"Y/N" but as he whispers your name, his eyes darken, sending a surge of adrenaline through your body. Your eyes widen in shock - how does he know your name? Questions flood your mind. Is he your enemy? Is he working for your father? But your thoughts are interrupted as he takes a step towards you. In one swift motion, he snatches the knife from your hand, leaving you completely unaware of when he did it. As you realize the emptiness in your hand, you snap back to reality. Just as you lift your leg to kick him in the belly, he moves forward, gripping your waist tightly. Before you know it, your back slams against a hard wall, causing you to hiss in pain, but he doesn't seem to care.

Your legs were trapped, confined within the vice-like grip of his long limbs, leaving you vulnerable and aware of the potential danger. He firmly grasped both of your wrists, overpowering you with his strength, and forcefully pinned them above your head against the unyielding wall. The proximity of his crotch against your abdomen was uncomfortably close, his breath teasingly brushing against your lips, causing your own breath to become shallow in response. His eyes, filled with a predatory hunger, seemed capable of devouring you whole. You try to free your wrists. But your attempts to free your wrists were futile, as his grip only tightened. The intensity in his eyes matched the flames of your own fury, fueled by his overwhelming power and the undeniable effect his proximity had on your body. In the midst of your fear and anger of who the hell is he, you mustered the strength to speak through clenched teeth,

"Who...are...you?"

He let out a mocking chuckle once again, clearly amused by your feeble attempt to break free from his strong hold and your question. He didn't bother answering, leaving you frustrated and desperate to escape his grasp, and all you could think about was how badly you wanted to escape his hold and inflict harm upon him, even to the point of wanting to end his life with your own knife. Whoever he was, you didn't care to know at this moment. All you wanted was to witness him suffer, to see him bleed. His intimidating eyes and smirking lips only added to your annoyance. He was dangerously close to you, so close that you- your thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he suddenly seized your neck, sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps covered your body. Panic filled your widened eyes as his hold grew stronger, making it difficult for you to breathe. You wanted to scream, but your constricted throat prevented any sound from escaping. He inhales the scent of your neck and proceeds to fucking lick it to your jawline, as if you were a delectable treat. His tongue does something inside you, leaving you bewildered and on the brink of death. A tear escapes your eye as his grip tightens, causing your face to turn purple from lack of oxygen. You feel your life slipping away. Just as you were about to lose consciousness, his grip suddenly loosened, allowing you to cough and gasp for air, your eyes shut tightly. Your wrists remained trapped in his vice-like grip, making it clear that escape was impossible. Once you were finally able to catch your breath, you looked at him, only to see his lips curling upwards, as if he found immense joy in seeing you in such a state. He was clearly unhinged. You wanted to scream at him, but no sound came out. He leaned in closer to your ear, his breath tickling your earlobe, causing a strange sensation in your lower region.

"Your precious knife gave me a fucking hard-on, and I was losing all sense of control. If I had let loose back then, you would have been in big trouble. I would've fucked your world against this wall so intensely, you wouldn't even remember your own name by now". He whispered huskily, grinding his clothed crotch against your abdomen, making you feel his hardness.

Your eyes widened in shock at his words, or maybe it was the sensation of his clothed dick pressing into your skin. His hot breath tickled your ear, causing you to shudder in fear or something else. He pulled away from your ear, smirking sarcastically, his eyes still filled with amusement. Anger burned in your eyes as you remembered that smirk, knowing he was the one who had choked you.

"I'll kill you," you whispered, your teeth clenched together, your voice filled with a threatening tone.

It was true, once he freed your wrists, you were going to make him pay. But he just laughed, his deep laughter echoing through the dark alley. You stared at him, dumbfounded and confused. His laughter subsided and he looked at you, his yin yang eyes shining even in the darkness.

"Next time, show me your knife. I'll fuck you right then and there. Don't forget that, y/n." His voice resonated with a seductive allure as he spoke.

As you tried to process his words, you suddenly felt your wrists being released from his grip. You couldn't help but notice the marks his long fingers had left on your skin. Without wasting a moment, your eyes landed on your precious knife, lying on the dirty ground of the alley. Its bright blade shimmered even in the darkness. Filled with anger, you locked eyes with him as he took a step back, a maniacal smirk still plastered on his lips. As you made your way towards your knife, your shoulders brushed against his, and you knew this was the perfect moment to kill him. Swiftly grabbing the knife, you turned around to slit his throat, only to find him nowhere in sight. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. Standing alone in the dark alley, the cold air brushing against your face, leaving you bewildered. How- how could he disappear so quickly? There were no signs of where he had gone. Frustrated with yourself for missing the chance to kill him, you stomped your feet hard on the ground. You can bet your bottom dollar that he doesn't have the speed to make it far from this place.

"There won't be another time, Fucker!" you shouted at the top of your lungs, your throat on the verge of exploding from the sheer volume. Even if he couldn't hear you, you wanted him to know your determination.

It has been a month since that encounter with the brat, and ever since then, a constant feeling of being watched has plagued you. Whether you are outside or inside the house, the sensation persists, yet every attempt to uncover the source of this unease proves futile. Desperate for answers, you even called your father, questioning if he had hired someone to keep an eye on you, only to be met with denial. He inquired if anyone had posed a threat to you, but you lied, claiming it was mere curiosity.

Now, as you sit on the couch, gazing at the night view through the expansive glass wall, the chilling November wind causing the trees to sway, the unsettling feeling remains. Your mind is consumed by unanswered questions, pondering the identity and intentions of this mysterious observer. If he were a foe, he would have ended your life then and there.

You expelled a breath in a huff while gazing downwards. This situation is becoming increasingly difficult for you. Suddenly, a voice filled with unease emanated from the kitchen area, causing your head to snap in that direction instantly. Your breathing quickens, but you remain prepared for a potential attack. Slowly, you rise from the couch, feeling the cold floor beneath your bare feet. The distance to the kitchen is short, just a few steps away from the TV lounge. You grab your knife from the table in front of the couch, 'wherever I am, my knife is there too'.

As you take a step forward onto the chilly floor, your uneasiness intensifies. It feels as though something significant is about to happen. Clutching the knife tightly in your hand, your palms become sweaty as you come to a stop in front of the kitchen door. Inhaling sharply, you slowly open the door, causing it to emit a screeching sound that echoes through the vast, empty hall. You open the door fully, scanning the area with your eyes for any signs of suspicion. However, there is nothing out of the ordinary, except for the open window on the left side of the kitchen. The only source of light is the moon, leaving the rest engulfed in darkness. You let out a sigh of relief, realizing that there is nothing strange. Making your way towards the window, a cold breeze brushes against your face, causing the hairs on your neck to stand on end. Suddenly, your steps come to a halt as you sense someone's presence behind you. Your heart rate increases, and you tightly grip your knife while closing your eyes. You opened your eyes, turn around and press the knife against the person's neck, but there is no movement from them. It is too dark to make out their features, but the height seems familiar. You attempt to catch a glimpse of the face, which remains hidden in the shadows of the kitchen. Your grip on the knife remains firm as you realize with wide eyes that it is him.

"Recognize me, y/n?" he asked, his words sending a shiver down your spine. Your entire body freezes, and you feel a sense of dread wash over you. He takes a step forward, causing you to instinctively take a step back.

You tilt your head to meet his gaze, and there he is, with eyes that seem almost maniacal. Instead of a smile, there's a creepy smirk on his lips, reminiscent of the first time you saw it. In the dim moonlight, you can now fully see his face, and those eyes are etched into your memory. Your left hand still holds the knife against his throat, but your grip has inexplicably lightened. You had been waiting for this moment, to finally end him. So why does your grip loosen?

Suddenly, he grabs your waist, pulling your body closer to his with a strong arm. The knife you had pressed against his neck is pushed forward, creating a new, smaller cut where the last one was. Even though your grip on the knife isn't tight, it leaves you gasping. He looks at you, and his eyes flash, though you can't tell if it's from pain or something else. When your gaze falls upon his lips, they glisten in the moonlight. You unconsciously lick your own lips, and you see him take a sharp breath, his eyes fixed on your mouth. His expression suddenly turns dark, and you gulp nervously. 'What's wrong with me? Why am I looking at his lips? Why do I feel a strange attraction to his maniacal eyes?'

Before you can dwell on your thoughts any longer, his cold thumb brushes against your lower lip, causing your breath to hitch. You look at him, and his dilated pupils and darker eyes give away his desire. A cocky smirk forms on his lips, and you can't help but feel a mix of fear and a strange, unexpected arousal.

"Are you scared, hmm?" he inquired with his deep, husky voice that had the power to bring any girl to her knees, not you, but maybe you too.

His question snapped you back to reality. But as he spoke, a surge of adrenaline coursed through your entire body, instantly capturing your attention. A question immediately formed in your mind - are you scared? No. maybe yes. You refuse to show any signs of fear, for you are not one to easily reveal your vulnerabilities.

"I'm not scared of you, not even in your fucking dreams," you whisper, barely audible, attempting to convey your lack of fear. However, your voice comes out hoarse, betraying the intensity of the situation. Yet, strangely enough, he finds your raspy voice incredibly sexy, causing him to lose control over himself. He chuckles sarcastically, and in a swift motion reminiscent of the first time, he snatches the knife from your hand and grasps your throat.

Your eyes widen in realization, as once again, you have failed to maintain a firm hold on your weapon. You're aware that this time he's going to strangle you to death, his hold on your throat tight, causing you to snap back to reality and your breath to cease due to his firm grip on your neck.

Hold on, your hands are actually free. He didn't grab your wrists. Why? But now is not the time to ponder over it while he's choking you. It's the perfect opportunity to take advantage of your untied hands. You deliver a powerful punch to his jaw, causing his grip to loosen from your throat, and you yanked his hand away. You cough, desperately trying to catch your breath as he stumbled back, surprised by the force of your punch. His eyes widen at your audacity. He clenches his jaw and tenderly touches his injured jaw. He hisses in pain, but suddenly, the hiss transforms into a sinister chuckle.

"Well, well, well! You've managed to make the same mistake again" his deep taunting voice reverberated through the kitchen, your entire body went rigid. The sheer power behind his voice sent shivers down your spine, instantly reminding you of the warning you had completely forgotten. Adrenaline surged through your veins, filling you with a rush of fear.

'Next time, show me your knife. I'll fuck you right then and there. Don't forget that, y/n.'

Your heart races as you gulp, unaware of the fear that has taken hold of you. Your throat feels dry, and the realization hits you - he's not going to harm you, is he? Panic sets in as you realize your knife is not in your hands, knowing that if it were, you might have already defended yourself. Fear courses through your veins, and his warning only intensifies the wetness between your legs.

'What the hell is happening to me? I can feel my knees wobbling' you thought to yourself, bewildered by the power he seems to have over you. You desperately try to hide your fear, not wanting him to see how much his gaze and warning have affected you.

"Fuck off. I'll kill you this time. So why should I be worried about your warning?" you retort, pointing a trembling finger at him, attempting to regain control over your body and conceal your true state.

"Oh, I'm scared, y/n," he snickers in his deep voice, a mischievous glint in his eyes and a playful smirk on his lips. He places a hand on his chest, feigning fear, but his act is transparent.

"Huh, I know how much-" your sentence was abruptly interrupted as he took a large stride towards you, causing your steps to stumble backward involuntarily. Wide-eyed and speechless, you feel small and vulnerable in his towering presence, as if you were nothing more than a child standing before him. Leaning in closer, he brought his face inches away from yours. The scent of smoke lingered on his breath as his intense gaze locked onto your eyes. You couldn't help but hold the eye contact, feeling the weight of his stare. Though you wanted to curse him, your throat felt parched and the words remained unsaid.

His large hands firmly grasp your hips, effortlessly lifting your body off the ground and causing your legs to wrap around his torso. The sudden touch catches you off guard, but it also awakens your senses.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" you demand, using your small hands to push against his muscular chest, attempting to break free from his hold. However, your efforts prove futile as his grip only tightens around your hips.

"You already know, stubborn cat," he retorts with a deep, husky voice that resembles a thunderstorm. A mischievous smirk plays on his annoyingly beautiful face, making you yearn to wipe it off. He turns around, your legs still securely tied to his toned torso, and a sense of worry begins to creep in.

"Stop! Put me down, right now," you spat breathlessly, this time exerting all your strength to push him. It feels as though you're exerting all your strength, pushing against an immovable stone. Eventually, you give up, exhausted from the effort. You didn't push harder because you were afraid of the consequences if he were lose control.

Despite your pleas, he continues to move forward, ignoring your requests to put yo down. Your mind goes numb as he takes each step, and a single thought dominates your consciousness: 'Is he really going to fuck me?' Your hands remain on his chest, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall as he breathes. His breath, smoky and warm, reaches your nose.

After just a few steps, he abruptly stops. Your head jerks up, hope flickering in your eyes as you gaze at him. However, his eyes are dark, like a moonless night. Maybe he will release you, maybe he wasn't serious about his warning. But your hope shatters when your hips make contact with the cold counter, causing you to hiss from the sudden chill and shattering your assumptions.

He positions himself between your legs, his gaze filled with a promise to dominate you, and your heart races as you feel the tent in his pants. However, there is absolutely no way you can make him fuck you. You exerted a significant amount of force this time, but he pushed his body onto yours and nothing like any collision with the refrigerator as you had hoped. As a result, your face is flushed with anger and a mix of other emotions that you'd rather not dwell on.

"Nice one, y/n," he taunts you, his deep voice filled with amusement. It's fucking sexy, but you refuse to let him see how much of an effect he has on you. 'Shut up, y/n,' your eyes still burning with anger.

"Huh, that was just the beginning," you snort, giving him a sarcastic smirk. Because what comes next will make him regret ever being born. You lean in closer, feeling his smirk grow. You bring your face near his ear, your breath teasing him, and you just want him to experience this sensation for just a moment. You then lean down towards his neck, sensing his tension and the alluring scent of musk emanating from him. But you push those distractions aside because you have a mission to accomplish. Now or never.

As you open your mouth to bite him, he unexpectedly pulls your hair harshly, causing your mouth to hang open. Your hands instinctively find their way to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. You suck a breath, tears welling up from deep within and streaming down your cheeks from the sudden pain. He forces you to look at him, his dark eyes growing even darker. He brings his face closer to yours, and suddenly, you feel small.

"You did this," he said, pointing his hard dick with his eyes. A wide grin spread across his face, revealing his white teeth, making him look like a maniac. As he exhaled, his breath brushed against your lips, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

"Now, princess, it's time to face the consequences," he whispered, his eyes dark but his lips curved into a childlike smile. It was evident that he was enjoying seeing you in pain.

He released your hair, and you let out a sigh, realizing how long you had been holding your breath. However, your moment of relief was short-lived as he forcefully removed your hands from his shoulder and held them tightly in his large hand. Using your wrists by pinnig them above your head, he makes you to lie on the cold counter, causing your back to arch from the sudden chill. He loomed over you, making you feel incredibly small. You stared at him in disbelief, desperately trying to break free from his grip, but it only tightened.

You winced in pain, tears streaming down your face and leaving streaks on your cheeks. He leaned in, his face just inches away from yours. His breath tickled your skin, carrying his smoky scent to your nostrils.

Suddenly, a metallic sound reached your ears, and you wondered if it was the sound of your knife. But where did it come from? Your eyes widened as you realized he had placed the knife on the counter beside you. You saw him smile, his boxy smile revealing his front white teeth like an innocent child, but his eyes told a different story. They were crinkled at the corners, dark and mysterious.

He was so close, and you were afraid to break eye contact. You didn't know what he would do if you closed your eyes even for a moment to gather yourself and think of a way to escape his grip. Taking a deep breath, you tried to relax, inhaling his scent. You had to do it, you had to find a way to calm yourself down.

As you closed your eyes, he licked your cheek, causing your eyes to snap open. You looked at him, wide-eyed, feeling his saliva stick to your skin. He smirked again, like a maniac. Damn.

"What the fuck was that?" you whispered, your voice barely audible. You tried once again to free yourself from his grip, but he was incredibly strong.

"Your tears taste salty," he claimed, his voice deep, yet he answered you like a child. Whose tears aren't salty? You wanted to laugh at his silly response, but you held it in, keeping a straight face, not wanting to show him that you found him amusing.

"What do you want with me? Just leave me already, huh?" you slurred, making eye contact with him, but he seemed unaffected by your plea. He rested his head on yours, making you look at him in confusion. He chuckled softly, his breath brushing against your lips. You had initially planned to deal with him patiently, but now you realized your intentions were all wrong.

"What makes you think I'll leave you?" he pondered, his voice taking on a dominant tone.

His other hand extends towards the knife, breaking contact with your forehead. You observe his every move, every little action, your throat drying up as you focus on his hand. His veins bulge as he tightly grips your knife.

You can't help but wonder what he plans to do with the knife. The thought of him possibly killing you now sends a shiver down your spine.

You let out a sigh and close your eyes, preparing yourself for the worst. This feels like the end. 'I hate my life. I never got to truly enjoy it,' you think to yourself.

Suddenly, your thoughts are interrupted as your eyes widen. You feel him removing your sweatpants, and a strange sensation awakens in your stomach. Your muscles instinctively tighten, and your folds clenched around nothing. His cold hand, holding the knife, brushes against your skin, causing you to shudder at the unfamiliar touch.

Your breath becomes sharp as he swiftly removes your pants, leaving you in just your panties and your blue puffy sweater. The cold air hits your bare legs, making you realize that you allowed him to undress you.

You're furious with yourself, wanted to scream, but your focus is solely on his physique. Your arousal intensifies when he removes your panties, causing your wet folds to clench around nothing. In that moment, you realize you're fucked up. From the second he choked you, you craved him. It's insane, isn't it?

But damn, you want him to fuck you the instant he reminds you of the warning he gave. You've been deceiving yourself all this time, fighting against your desires. But now, your dripping pussy yearns for him, and you won't deny your sexual tension.

Unexpectedly, you wrap your legs around his waist, surprising him. After a brief moment, his surprise transforms into excitement, his lips curling into a wicked grin. He hovers over you, leaning closer until his breath caresses your lips. You inhale his intoxicating scent, realizing that you're acting like a complete maniac.

He examined your face intently, releasing his grasp on your wrists, catching you off guard. You were taken aback, your eyes widening in surprise. But now, you didn't want him to go. You wanted him to fulfill his promise, to fuck you just like he had warned. You even dropped a subtle hint, silently pleading for him to take charge.

"Are you not going to fuck me?" you asked, the question slipping out against your will.

Your eyes widened at the sudden inquiry that had only been in your mind moments ago. In a panic, you quickly covered your mouth with your sweaty palm.

He chuckled, his deep voice stirring something in your core. He removed your hand from your mouth, his touch sending shivers down your spine. His wild eyes, which you were starting to crave, were fixed on you.

"No, I'm not. But I'm going to destroy your world right here. Wanna know how?" he whispered, his warm breath teasing your lips, causing a shiver to cascade through your body.

Without warning, he thrust his hips forward, leaving you gasping as his throbbing shaft made a bold appearance in his jeans. He smirked as he observed your reaction, then slowly backed away, untying your legs from around his waist, leaving you feeling disappointed. However, you didn't want him to see your crestfallen expression, so you pressed your lips into a tight, straight line.

His intense gaze bore into your dilated pupils, never wavering. With your palms on the cold kitchen counter, you lean forward, supporting yourself to catch a glimpse of what he's up to. But when you lock eyes with him, he returns the gaze with hooded eyes, causing your heart to race. His intense gaze drifts down to your soaked panties that cling to your core. A wave of embarrassment washed over you, realizing that he hadn't even touched you, and yet you're dripping this much. You consider closing your legs, but before you can, his large, slender hand comes into contact with your inner thigh, forcefully spreading your legs wide open. A hiss of pain escapes your lips, and as you glance at him, you notice a smirk on his face that's even more pronounced than before. It turns him on to see you in pain.

He twirled the knife in his hand, taking a step closer to you. Your throat tightened as his other hand, still resting on your inner thigh, brushed against your soaked panties. Leaning in until his face was level with yours, his dark, mysterious eyes locked onto yours, intensifying the connection between you. His fingers began to rub against the fabric of your panties, causing your eyes to roll back involuntarily, your mouth hanging open, and your breath quickening.

"Already wet for me," he commented, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he continued to rub you through the thin barrier. You looked at him with half-open eyes, your face flushed with both embarrassment and pleasure from his touch. You couldn't deny how much you were enjoying it. Your folds tighten around nothing, craving more.

He skillfully slid your panties to the side, exposing your core with his sinful fingers. Instead of removing them completely, he simply moved them aside, his mysterious dark eyes locked onto yours. As the cold wind brushed against your sensitive flesh, causing you to shiver in anticipation.

Before you knew it, your mouth fell open, a strange sound escaping your lips. Your head instinctively threw back, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as the cold handle of the knife thrust in your heat. Your hand reached out, finding his, as he pulled the knife handle out of your wet core. With a forceful grip on your chin, he made you look into his eyes as he thrust back in, his gaze darker than the night.

It was difficult to maintain eye contact while he continued to pleasure you with the knife handle, but strangely enough, you found yourself enjoying every moment.

"Look at me while I fuck you with your precious knife," he demanded, his voice growling with desire. His command caused your walls to clench tightly around the knife handle, intensifying the pleasure. You bit down on your lower lip, tasting the metallic tang of your own blood.

Your hand instinctively tightened around his, the one holding the knife blade. He hissed in pain, taking a sharp breath, and you felt warm droplets of his blood falling onto your thigh. But in that moment, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

His other slender hand grabbed your right leg, lifting it onto his shoulder, causing you to gasp loudly at the sudden change in position. Your other hand, which is pressed against the cold counter, found its way to his shoulder, gripping his hoodie tightly, while the other remained on his hand, guiding the knife that was fucking you. Your forehead glistened with sweat, strands of hair sticking to your skin.

"Please, fuck me," you moan loudly, your voice filled with desperation. Your arousal continues to build, reaching new heights. Just when you think you can't take it anymore, he abruptly stops thrusting the knife into you. Your eyes widen, your brows furrow in confusion as the handle of the knife lingers inside you. You take a sharp breath, your disappointment evident. He pulls the knife out of your dripping core, denying you the orgasm you were so close to experiencing. A dark, maniacal smirk spreads across his face, his eyes filled with a sinister gleam.

"I will," he says, his voice dripping with the intensity of his desire to dominate and destroy you. But what is he talking about? What will he do? You look at him, your confusion evident in your eyes. You remove one hand from his shoulder, but keep the other one firmly in place. He brings the knife closer to his face, licking your juices off the handle with a sinful hum. His eyes close in pleasure as he savors the taste. Your throat tightens as you gulp, watching his Adam's apple bob.

"What will you do?" you ask, your voice coming out shallow despite your attempts to steady your breathing. He stops licking the knife, chuckling sarcastically at your question. He finds it amusing how you seem to have forgotten your own request.

"You begged me to fuck you, and I can't wait to make you come harder on my cock," he simply states, sending your heart racing once again.

He takes your leg off his shoulder, causing you to let out a deep sigh as your leg finds a comfortable position. However, the commanding tone of his voice, as he talks about fucking you, sends shivers of anticipation down your body.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck y/n". He moans, his voice growling as he thrusts harder into your tight pussy. Your right cheek squeezes harder on the pillow, your breath heavy and labored. It's difficult to breathe normally when his long fingers have a tight grip on the back of your neck, making you gasp for air. Your sweaty hands grip the bedsheets tightly as your whole body jerks forward with each forceful thrust from behind.

"Moan my name," he commands, his deep voice even deeper now. One hand squeezes hard on your ass cheek, leaving his thick blood smeared all over your thighs, while the other hand is wrapped around your throat, choking you from behind. You try to listen to his voice, but you're too drained of energy to moan his name anymore. You've cum so hard around his throbbing cock that you've even forgotten your own name. And he was right when he said he would utterly destroy you.

When he promised to make you cum harder, he led you to your bedroom and forcefully threw you onto your soft bed, causing you to gasp in surprise. In an instant, he aggressively ripped all your clothes off, exposing your naked body, as well as his own. Your eyes widened as you saw his throbbing cock pressed against his abdomen, causing your mouth to water and your core to ache. You couldn't help but clench your thighs together as you stared at his rock-hard dick. It was then that he lost control. He commanded you to lay on your stomach, and before you knew it, you were whimpering in anticipation. He thrust his big cock deep inside your dripping core, and then he whispered his name for you to moan.

His name is Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. You moaned his name loudly as you reached the most intense orgasm of your life.

And now, you're completely lost in the pleasure. Your body can't handle it anymore. Your core is throbbing, and you can't help but feel swollen. Without warning, a forceful spank lands on your ass cheek, leaving behind his handprint. You hiss in pain, and he hisses too, because of his injured palm. He pulls your face close to his from behind, gripping your neck tightly. You gasp as the position feels strange. Your ass is pressed against his abdomen, and your back arches as he brings your head close to his face. You turn your head to look at him, and his face is so close, his messy, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. Perhaps you look the same, disheveled and covered in sweat.

"I told you to moan my name, princess Y/N," he asserts once more, his voice dripping with dominance as he thrusts his hips upwards.

"Oh, fuck, Taehyung," you moan loudly as a second wave of arousal builds in your stomach. Your dripping core clenches tightly around his cock, your head reaching his shoulder and your nails digging into his shoulders. Neither of you cares about anything else in that moment because you're both lost in the pleasure.

He starts jerking his hips upwards at a rapid pace, cursing in your ear and telling you how amazing it feels to have his dick inside you with his deep voice. Your entire body squirms, and you know you can't hold on any longer. Both of your moans fill the room, maybe even the entire house.

"Come harder around my cock again," he commands, and it's exactly what you wanted to hear before you explode around his throbbing cock. Your eyes shut from exhaustion, and your chest rises and falls rapidly.

His own dick twitches inside your dripping core. He pulls out and releases his load onto your ass with a loud 'fuck' escaping his sinful tongue. His seeds cover your ass and lower back. His chest rises and falls rapidly from the release. After relaxing his breathing, he made you lay down, but you're not even fully present in this world.

You never knew you had a taste for rough sex, but damn, you enjoyed every touch and every moment of his dominance.

Now, you're completely spent, your body feeling lifeless. Your eyes refuse to open, as if in protest. You lie there, covered in a mixture of his cum and blood, knowing that when you wake up, you'll be startled by your appearance. Your mind is numb, unable to process anything except the faint movements in the room. Suddenly, you feel him sits on the bed, his hot breath reaching your ear. With half-open eyes, you gaze at his handsome yet mysterious face.

"Next time, I'm going to fuck every single holes of your beautiful body. Now, sleep, my stubborn little cat," he whispers, reminding you of what's to come. You close your eyes, aware of him rising from the bed and leaving your life temporarily. And the first thought that crosses your mind is:

There's going to be a 'next time'.

knife | Kim Taehyung Drabble

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; As you make your way towards your new home, an unexpected encounter with a mysterious man interrupts your journey. Will this encounter be a simple interaction or will it lead to an exciting adventure?

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: dark, smut, knife kink

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Taehyung x y/n

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, violence, mention of blood, fuck with knife, unprotected sex, rough sex, maybe there's more.

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.6k+

a/n: Happy New Year Guyz! 🫶

and i can't believe I wrote this.

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐲 [𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝]

You are on your way to your new house, a place you were forced to move to by your father's orders. He claims that your previous home was no longer safe due to people who covet something precious to him. Although you may feel alone and question your importance to him, remember that his priority is your safety maybe. Despite his invitation to join him, you declined because you like to stay here, even though you don't have any friends here. You've never been interested in making friends, fearing judgement and rejection. Making friends is not a priority for you; your main focus is on keeping yourself safe. Your father has trained you in various skills, including self-defence, and you take pride in being able to protect yourself. You vividly recalled a memory. One night, at a party, a man - possibly one of your father's enemies - tried to kiss you. Without hesitation, you drew your precious knife and slit his throat, revelling in the sight of his blood spraying everywhere, well maybe you're a creep for loving blood. The incident caused a commotion, and your father punished you by locking you in your room for a whole fucking week.

The GPS voice abruptly interrupts your thoughts, you realise you've arrived at your destination. Opting to park the car in a nearby alley rather than directly in front of your new house, you take precautions to ensure your father's enemies remain unaware of its exact location. Feeling a heavy sigh escape your lips, you reach for your knife on the dashboard. With no belongings in tow, as your father had already arranged everything for your new home, you slip the knife into the pocket of your black leather jacket before stepping out of the car. As you lock your car, a chilling gust of wind brushes against your face, sending a surge of adrenaline through your body. The midnight hour and the desolate alley make you uneasy, but you push aside your fear and decide to make your way out of the alley. However, as you take steps forward, you sense someone's presence behind you. Increasing your pace, you notice the sound of another person's footsteps quickening as well, causing adrenaline to surge through your system once again. In a moment of panic, you pulled out your knife from your pocket, holding it out in plain sight to deter any potential attacker, ensuring that the next person does not suspect anything. You stopped in your tracks and moved backwards, without thinking, you instinctively placing the knife at the stranger's neck.

He's tall enough, but your eyes burn with flames as you catch a glimpse of the enigmatic smirk on his face. The darkness surrounding you makes it difficult to see, but you can make out the bruises on his face - one near his left lip and another on his nose. His disheveled hair adds to his mysterious appearance. When you lock eyes with him, they are so dark and intense that they seem capable of devouring you at any moment. He chuckles sarcastically, causing a shiver to run down your spine. In response, you press your knife against his throat, determined not to show any fear. A small cut appears, and a trickle of blood escapes from his neck. However, he doesn't seem scared or in pain. Instead, his lips curl up even more as the dark blood slides down his neck and onto his collarbone.

"Wow! A knife. Are you flirting with me?" he exclaims, his voice deep and filled with happiness. His eyes dance like a manic, as if he's relishing every moment.

"Y/N" but as he whispers your name, his eyes darken, sending a surge of adrenaline through your body. Your eyes widen in shock - how does he know your name? Questions flood your mind. Is he your enemy? Is he working for your father? But your thoughts are interrupted as he takes a step towards you. In one swift motion, he snatches the knife from your hand, leaving you completely unaware of when he did it. As you realize the emptiness in your hand, you snap back to reality. Just as you lift your leg to kick him in the belly, he moves forward, gripping your waist tightly. Before you know it, your back slams against a hard wall, causing you to hiss in pain, but he doesn't seem to care.

Your legs were trapped, confined within the vice-like grip of his long limbs, leaving you vulnerable and aware of the potential danger. He firmly grasped both of your wrists, overpowering you with his strength, and forcefully pinned them above your head against the unyielding wall. The proximity of his crotch against your abdomen was uncomfortably close, his breath teasingly brushing against your lips, causing your own breath to become shallow in response. His eyes, filled with a predatory hunger, seemed capable of devouring you whole. You try to free your wrists. But your attempts to free your wrists were futile, as his grip only tightened. The intensity in his eyes matched the flames of your own fury, fueled by his overwhelming power and the undeniable effect his proximity had on your body. In the midst of your fear and anger of who the hell is he, you mustered the strength to speak through clenched teeth,

"Who...are...you?"

He let out a mocking chuckle once again, clearly amused by your feeble attempt to break free from his strong hold and your question. He didn't bother answering, leaving you frustrated and desperate to escape his grasp, and all you could think about was how badly you wanted to escape his hold and inflict harm upon him, even to the point of wanting to end his life with your own knife. Whoever he was, you didn't care to know at this moment. All you wanted was to witness him suffer, to see him bleed. His intimidating eyes and smirking lips only added to your annoyance. He was dangerously close to you, so close that you- your thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he suddenly seized your neck, sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps covered your body. Panic filled your widened eyes as his hold grew stronger, making it difficult for you to breathe. You wanted to scream, but your constricted throat prevented any sound from escaping. He inhales the scent of your neck and proceeds to fucking lick it to your jawline, as if you were a delectable treat. His tongue does something inside you, leaving you bewildered and on the brink of death. A tear escapes your eye as his grip tightens, causing your face to turn purple from lack of oxygen. You feel your life slipping away. Just as you were about to lose consciousness, his grip suddenly loosened, allowing you to cough and gasp for air, your eyes shut tightly. Your wrists remained trapped in his vice-like grip, making it clear that escape was impossible. Once you were finally able to catch your breath, you looked at him, only to see his lips curling upwards, as if he found immense joy in seeing you in such a state. He was clearly unhinged. You wanted to scream at him, but no sound came out. He leaned in closer to your ear, his breath tickling your earlobe, causing a strange sensation in your lower region.

"Your precious knife gave me a fucking hard-on, and I was losing all sense of control. If I had let loose back then, you would have been in big trouble. I would've fucked your world against this wall so intensely, you wouldn't even remember your own name by now". He whispered huskily, grinding his clothed crotch against your abdomen, making you feel his hardness.

Your eyes widened in shock at his words, or maybe it was the sensation of his clothed dick pressing into your skin. His hot breath tickled your ear, causing you to shudder in fear or something else. He pulled away from your ear, smirking sarcastically, his eyes still filled with amusement. Anger burned in your eyes as you remembered that smirk, knowing he was the one who had choked you.

"I'll kill you," you whispered, your teeth clenched together, your voice filled with a threatening tone.

It was true, once he freed your wrists, you were going to make him pay. But he just laughed, his deep laughter echoing through the dark alley. You stared at him, dumbfounded and confused. His laughter subsided and he looked at you, his yin yang eyes shining even in the darkness.

"Next time, show me your knife. I'll fuck you right then and there. Don't forget that, y/n." His voice resonated with a seductive allure as he spoke.

As you tried to process his words, you suddenly felt your wrists being released from his grip. You couldn't help but notice the marks his long fingers had left on your skin. Without wasting a moment, your eyes landed on your precious knife, lying on the dirty ground of the alley. Its bright blade shimmered even in the darkness. Filled with anger, you locked eyes with him as he took a step back, a maniacal smirk still plastered on his lips. As you made your way towards your knife, your shoulders brushed against his, and you knew this was the perfect moment to kill him. Swiftly grabbing the knife, you turned around to slit his throat, only to find him nowhere in sight. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. Standing alone in the dark alley, the cold air brushing against your face, leaving you bewildered. How- how could he disappear so quickly? There were no signs of where he had gone. Frustrated with yourself for missing the chance to kill him, you stomped your feet hard on the ground. You can bet your bottom dollar that he doesn't have the speed to make it far from this place.

"There won't be another time, Fucker!" you shouted at the top of your lungs, your throat on the verge of exploding from the sheer volume. Even if he couldn't hear you, you wanted him to know your determination.

It has been a month since that encounter with the brat, and ever since then, a constant feeling of being watched has plagued you. Whether you are outside or inside the house, the sensation persists, yet every attempt to uncover the source of this unease proves futile. Desperate for answers, you even called your father, questioning if he had hired someone to keep an eye on you, only to be met with denial. He inquired if anyone had posed a threat to you, but you lied, claiming it was mere curiosity.

Now, as you sit on the couch, gazing at the night view through the expansive glass wall, the chilling November wind causing the trees to sway, the unsettling feeling remains. Your mind is consumed by unanswered questions, pondering the identity and intentions of this mysterious observer. If he were a foe, he would have ended your life then and there.

You expelled a breath in a huff while gazing downwards. This situation is becoming increasingly difficult for you. Suddenly, a voice filled with unease emanated from the kitchen area, causing your head to snap in that direction instantly. Your breathing quickens, but you remain prepared for a potential attack. Slowly, you rise from the couch, feeling the cold floor beneath your bare feet. The distance to the kitchen is short, just a few steps away from the TV lounge. You grab your knife from the table in front of the couch, 'wherever I am, my knife is there too'.

As you take a step forward onto the chilly floor, your uneasiness intensifies. It feels as though something significant is about to happen. Clutching the knife tightly in your hand, your palms become sweaty as you come to a stop in front of the kitchen door. Inhaling sharply, you slowly open the door, causing it to emit a screeching sound that echoes through the vast, empty hall. You open the door fully, scanning the area with your eyes for any signs of suspicion. However, there is nothing out of the ordinary, except for the open window on the left side of the kitchen. The only source of light is the moon, leaving the rest engulfed in darkness. You let out a sigh of relief, realizing that there is nothing strange. Making your way towards the window, a cold breeze brushes against your face, causing the hairs on your neck to stand on end. Suddenly, your steps come to a halt as you sense someone's presence behind you. Your heart rate increases, and you tightly grip your knife while closing your eyes. You opened your eyes, turn around and press the knife against the person's neck, but there is no movement from them. It is too dark to make out their features, but the height seems familiar. You attempt to catch a glimpse of the face, which remains hidden in the shadows of the kitchen. Your grip on the knife remains firm as you realize with wide eyes that it is him.

"Recognize me, y/n?" he asked, his words sending a shiver down your spine. Your entire body freezes, and you feel a sense of dread wash over you. He takes a step forward, causing you to instinctively take a step back.

You tilt your head to meet his gaze, and there he is, with eyes that seem almost maniacal. Instead of a smile, there's a creepy smirk on his lips, reminiscent of the first time you saw it. In the dim moonlight, you can now fully see his face, and those eyes are etched into your memory. Your left hand still holds the knife against his throat, but your grip has inexplicably lightened. You had been waiting for this moment, to finally end him. So why does your grip loosen?

Suddenly, he grabs your waist, pulling your body closer to his with a strong arm. The knife you had pressed against his neck is pushed forward, creating a new, smaller cut where the last one was. Even though your grip on the knife isn't tight, it leaves you gasping. He looks at you, and his eyes flash, though you can't tell if it's from pain or something else. When your gaze falls upon his lips, they glisten in the moonlight. You unconsciously lick your own lips, and you see him take a sharp breath, his eyes fixed on your mouth. His expression suddenly turns dark, and you gulp nervously. 'What's wrong with me? Why am I looking at his lips? Why do I feel a strange attraction to his maniacal eyes?'

Before you can dwell on your thoughts any longer, his cold thumb brushes against your lower lip, causing your breath to hitch. You look at him, and his dilated pupils and darker eyes give away his desire. A cocky smirk forms on his lips, and you can't help but feel a mix of fear and a strange, unexpected arousal.

"Are you scared, hmm?" he inquired with his deep, husky voice that had the power to bring any girl to her knees, not you, but maybe you too.

His question snapped you back to reality. But as he spoke, a surge of adrenaline coursed through your entire body, instantly capturing your attention. A question immediately formed in your mind - are you scared? No. maybe yes. You refuse to show any signs of fear, for you are not one to easily reveal your vulnerabilities.

"I'm not scared of you, not even in your fucking dreams," you whisper, barely audible, attempting to convey your lack of fear. However, your voice comes out hoarse, betraying the intensity of the situation. Yet, strangely enough, he finds your raspy voice incredibly sexy, causing him to lose control over himself. He chuckles sarcastically, and in a swift motion reminiscent of the first time, he snatches the knife from your hand and grasps your throat.

Your eyes widen in realization, as once again, you have failed to maintain a firm hold on your weapon. You're aware that this time he's going to strangle you to death, his hold on your throat tight, causing you to snap back to reality and your breath to cease due to his firm grip on your neck.

Hold on, your hands are actually free. He didn't grab your wrists. Why? But now is not the time to ponder over it while he's choking you. It's the perfect opportunity to take advantage of your untied hands. You deliver a powerful punch to his jaw, causing his grip to loosen from your throat, and you yanked his hand away. You cough, desperately trying to catch your breath as he stumbled back, surprised by the force of your punch. His eyes widen at your audacity. He clenches his jaw and tenderly touches his injured jaw. He hisses in pain, but suddenly, the hiss transforms into a sinister chuckle.

"Well, well, well! You've managed to make the same mistake again" his deep taunting voice reverberated through the kitchen, your entire body went rigid. The sheer power behind his voice sent shivers down your spine, instantly reminding you of the warning you had completely forgotten. Adrenaline surged through your veins, filling you with a rush of fear.

'Next time, show me your knife. I'll fuck you right then and there. Don't forget that, y/n.'

Your heart races as you gulp, unaware of the fear that has taken hold of you. Your throat feels dry, and the realization hits you - he's not going to harm you, is he? Panic sets in as you realize your knife is not in your hands, knowing that if it were, you might have already defended yourself. Fear courses through your veins, and his warning only intensifies the wetness between your legs.

'What the hell is happening to me? I can feel my knees wobbling' you thought to yourself, bewildered by the power he seems to have over you. You desperately try to hide your fear, not wanting him to see how much his gaze and warning have affected you.

"Fuck off. I'll kill you this time. So why should I be worried about your warning?" you retort, pointing a trembling finger at him, attempting to regain control over your body and conceal your true state.

"Oh, I'm scared, y/n," he snickers in his deep voice, a mischievous glint in his eyes and a playful smirk on his lips. He places a hand on his chest, feigning fear, but his act is transparent.

"Huh, I know how much-" your sentence was abruptly interrupted as he took a large stride towards you, causing your steps to stumble backward involuntarily. Wide-eyed and speechless, you feel small and vulnerable in his towering presence, as if you were nothing more than a child standing before him. Leaning in closer, he brought his face inches away from yours. The scent of smoke lingered on his breath as his intense gaze locked onto your eyes. You couldn't help but hold the eye contact, feeling the weight of his stare. Though you wanted to curse him, your throat felt parched and the words remained unsaid.

His large hands firmly grasp your hips, effortlessly lifting your body off the ground and causing your legs to wrap around his torso. The sudden touch catches you off guard, but it also awakens your senses.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" you demand, using your small hands to push against his muscular chest, attempting to break free from his hold. However, your efforts prove futile as his grip only tightens around your hips.

"You already know, stubborn cat," he retorts with a deep, husky voice that resembles a thunderstorm. A mischievous smirk plays on his annoyingly beautiful face, making you yearn to wipe it off. He turns around, your legs still securely tied to his toned torso, and a sense of worry begins to creep in.

"Stop! Put me down, right now," you spat breathlessly, this time exerting all your strength to push him. It feels as though you're exerting all your strength, pushing against an immovable stone. Eventually, you give up, exhausted from the effort. You didn't push harder because you were afraid of the consequences if he were lose control.

Despite your pleas, he continues to move forward, ignoring your requests to put yo down. Your mind goes numb as he takes each step, and a single thought dominates your consciousness: 'Is he really going to fuck me?' Your hands remain on his chest, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall as he breathes. His breath, smoky and warm, reaches your nose.

After just a few steps, he abruptly stops. Your head jerks up, hope flickering in your eyes as you gaze at him. However, his eyes are dark, like a moonless night. Maybe he will release you, maybe he wasn't serious about his warning. But your hope shatters when your hips make contact with the cold counter, causing you to hiss from the sudden chill and shattering your assumptions.

He positions himself between your legs, his gaze filled with a promise to dominate you, and your heart races as you feel the tent in his pants. However, there is absolutely no way you can make him fuck you. You exerted a significant amount of force this time, but he pushed his body onto yours and nothing like any collision with the refrigerator as you had hoped. As a result, your face is flushed with anger and a mix of other emotions that you'd rather not dwell on.

"Nice one, y/n," he taunts you, his deep voice filled with amusement. It's fucking sexy, but you refuse to let him see how much of an effect he has on you. 'Shut up, y/n,' your eyes still burning with anger.

"Huh, that was just the beginning," you snort, giving him a sarcastic smirk. Because what comes next will make him regret ever being born. You lean in closer, feeling his smirk grow. You bring your face near his ear, your breath teasing him, and you just want him to experience this sensation for just a moment. You then lean down towards his neck, sensing his tension and the alluring scent of musk emanating from him. But you push those distractions aside because you have a mission to accomplish. Now or never.

As you open your mouth to bite him, he unexpectedly pulls your hair harshly, causing your mouth to hang open. Your hands instinctively find their way to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. You suck a breath, tears welling up from deep within and streaming down your cheeks from the sudden pain. He forces you to look at him, his dark eyes growing even darker. He brings his face closer to yours, and suddenly, you feel small.

"You did this," he said, pointing his hard dick with his eyes. A wide grin spread across his face, revealing his white teeth, making him look like a maniac. As he exhaled, his breath brushed against your lips, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

"Now, princess, it's time to face the consequences," he whispered, his eyes dark but his lips curved into a childlike smile. It was evident that he was enjoying seeing you in pain.

He released your hair, and you let out a sigh, realizing how long you had been holding your breath. However, your moment of relief was short-lived as he forcefully removed your hands from his shoulder and held them tightly in his large hand. Using your wrists by pinnig them above your head, he makes you to lie on the cold counter, causing your back to arch from the sudden chill. He loomed over you, making you feel incredibly small. You stared at him in disbelief, desperately trying to break free from his grip, but it only tightened.

You winced in pain, tears streaming down your face and leaving streaks on your cheeks. He leaned in, his face just inches away from yours. His breath tickled your skin, carrying his smoky scent to your nostrils.

Suddenly, a metallic sound reached your ears, and you wondered if it was the sound of your knife. But where did it come from? Your eyes widened as you realized he had placed the knife on the counter beside you. You saw him smile, his boxy smile revealing his front white teeth like an innocent child, but his eyes told a different story. They were crinkled at the corners, dark and mysterious.

He was so close, and you were afraid to break eye contact. You didn't know what he would do if you closed your eyes even for a moment to gather yourself and think of a way to escape his grip. Taking a deep breath, you tried to relax, inhaling his scent. You had to do it, you had to find a way to calm yourself down.

As you closed your eyes, he licked your cheek, causing your eyes to snap open. You looked at him, wide-eyed, feeling his saliva stick to your skin. He smirked again, like a maniac. Damn.

"What the fuck was that?" you whispered, your voice barely audible. You tried once again to free yourself from his grip, but he was incredibly strong.

"Your tears taste salty," he claimed, his voice deep, yet he answered you like a child. Whose tears aren't salty? You wanted to laugh at his silly response, but you held it in, keeping a straight face, not wanting to show him that you found him amusing.

"What do you want with me? Just leave me already, huh?" you slurred, making eye contact with him, but he seemed unaffected by your plea. He rested his head on yours, making you look at him in confusion. He chuckled softly, his breath brushing against your lips. You had initially planned to deal with him patiently, but now you realized your intentions were all wrong.

"What makes you think I'll leave you?" he pondered, his voice taking on a dominant tone.

His other hand extends towards the knife, breaking contact with your forehead. You observe his every move, every little action, your throat drying up as you focus on his hand. His veins bulge as he tightly grips your knife.

You can't help but wonder what he plans to do with the knife. The thought of him possibly killing you now sends a shiver down your spine.

You let out a sigh and close your eyes, preparing yourself for the worst. This feels like the end. 'I hate my life. I never got to truly enjoy it,' you think to yourself.

Suddenly, your thoughts are interrupted as your eyes widen. You feel him removing your sweatpants, and a strange sensation awakens in your stomach. Your muscles instinctively tighten, and your folds clenched around nothing. His cold hand, holding the knife, brushes against your skin, causing you to shudder at the unfamiliar touch.

Your breath becomes sharp as he swiftly removes your pants, leaving you in just your panties and your blue puffy sweater. The cold air hits your bare legs, making you realize that you allowed him to undress you.

You're furious with yourself, wanted to scream, but your focus is solely on his physique. Your arousal intensifies when he removes your panties, causing your wet folds to clench around nothing. In that moment, you realize you're fucked up. From the second he choked you, you craved him. It's insane, isn't it?

But damn, you want him to fuck you the instant he reminds you of the warning he gave. You've been deceiving yourself all this time, fighting against your desires. But now, your dripping pussy yearns for him, and you won't deny your sexual tension.

Unexpectedly, you wrap your legs around his waist, surprising him. After a brief moment, his surprise transforms into excitement, his lips curling into a wicked grin. He hovers over you, leaning closer until his breath caresses your lips. You inhale his intoxicating scent, realizing that you're acting like a complete maniac.

He examined your face intently, releasing his grasp on your wrists, catching you off guard. You were taken aback, your eyes widening in surprise. But now, you didn't want him to go. You wanted him to fulfill his promise, to fuck you just like he had warned. You even dropped a subtle hint, silently pleading for him to take charge.

"Are you not going to fuck me?" you asked, the question slipping out against your will.

Your eyes widened at the sudden inquiry that had only been in your mind moments ago. In a panic, you quickly covered your mouth with your sweaty palm.

He chuckled, his deep voice stirring something in your core. He removed your hand from your mouth, his touch sending shivers down your spine. His wild eyes, which you were starting to crave, were fixed on you.

"No, I'm not. But I'm going to destroy your world right here. Wanna know how?" he whispered, his warm breath teasing your lips, causing a shiver to cascade through your body.

Without warning, he thrust his hips forward, leaving you gasping as his throbbing shaft made a bold appearance in his jeans. He smirked as he observed your reaction, then slowly backed away, untying your legs from around his waist, leaving you feeling disappointed. However, you didn't want him to see your crestfallen expression, so you pressed your lips into a tight, straight line.

His intense gaze bore into your dilated pupils, never wavering. With your palms on the cold kitchen counter, you lean forward, supporting yourself to catch a glimpse of what he's up to. But when you lock eyes with him, he returns the gaze with hooded eyes, causing your heart to race. His intense gaze drifts down to your soaked panties that cling to your core. A wave of embarrassment washed over you, realizing that he hadn't even touched you, and yet you're dripping this much. You consider closing your legs, but before you can, his large, slender hand comes into contact with your inner thigh, forcefully spreading your legs wide open. A hiss of pain escapes your lips, and as you glance at him, you notice a smirk on his face that's even more pronounced than before. It turns him on to see you in pain.

He twirled the knife in his hand, taking a step closer to you. Your throat tightened as his other hand, still resting on your inner thigh, brushed against your soaked panties. Leaning in until his face was level with yours, his dark, mysterious eyes locked onto yours, intensifying the connection between you. His fingers began to rub against the fabric of your panties, causing your eyes to roll back involuntarily, your mouth hanging open, and your breath quickening.

"Already wet for me," he commented, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he continued to rub you through the thin barrier. You looked at him with half-open eyes, your face flushed with both embarrassment and pleasure from his touch. You couldn't deny how much you were enjoying it. Your folds tighten around nothing, craving more.

He skillfully slid your panties to the side, exposing your core with his sinful fingers. Instead of removing them completely, he simply moved them aside, his mysterious dark eyes locked onto yours. As the cold wind brushed against your sensitive flesh, causing you to shiver in anticipation.

Before you knew it, your mouth fell open, a strange sound escaping your lips. Your head instinctively threw back, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as the cold handle of the knife thrust in your heat. Your hand reached out, finding his, as he pulled the knife handle out of your wet core. With a forceful grip on your chin, he made you look into his eyes as he thrust back in, his gaze darker than the night.

It was difficult to maintain eye contact while he continued to pleasure you with the knife handle, but strangely enough, you found yourself enjoying every moment.

"Look at me while I fuck you with your precious knife," he demanded, his voice growling with desire. His command caused your walls to clench tightly around the knife handle, intensifying the pleasure. You bit down on your lower lip, tasting the metallic tang of your own blood.

Your hand instinctively tightened around his, the one holding the knife blade. He hissed in pain, taking a sharp breath, and you felt warm droplets of his blood falling onto your thigh. But in that moment, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

His other slender hand grabbed your right leg, lifting it onto his shoulder, causing you to gasp loudly at the sudden change in position. Your other hand, which is pressed against the cold counter, found its way to his shoulder, gripping his hoodie tightly, while the other remained on his hand, guiding the knife that was fucking you. Your forehead glistened with sweat, strands of hair sticking to your skin.

"Please, fuck me," you moan loudly, your voice filled with desperation. Your arousal continues to build, reaching new heights. Just when you think you can't take it anymore, he abruptly stops thrusting the knife into you. Your eyes widen, your brows furrow in confusion as the handle of the knife lingers inside you. You take a sharp breath, your disappointment evident. He pulls the knife out of your dripping core, denying you the orgasm you were so close to experiencing. A dark, maniacal smirk spreads across his face, his eyes filled with a sinister gleam.

"I will," he says, his voice dripping with the intensity of his desire to dominate and destroy you. But what is he talking about? What will he do? You look at him, your confusion evident in your eyes. You remove one hand from his shoulder, but keep the other one firmly in place. He brings the knife closer to his face, licking your juices off the handle with a sinful hum. His eyes close in pleasure as he savors the taste. Your throat tightens as you gulp, watching his Adam's apple bob.

"What will you do?" you ask, your voice coming out shallow despite your attempts to steady your breathing. He stops licking the knife, chuckling sarcastically at your question. He finds it amusing how you seem to have forgotten your own request.

"You begged me to fuck you, and I can't wait to make you come harder on my cock," he simply states, sending your heart racing once again.

He takes your leg off his shoulder, causing you to let out a deep sigh as your leg finds a comfortable position. However, the commanding tone of his voice, as he talks about fucking you, sends shivers of anticipation down your body.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck y/n". He moans, his voice growling as he thrusts harder into your tight pussy. Your right cheek squeezes harder on the pillow, your breath heavy and labored. It's difficult to breathe normally when his long fingers have a tight grip on the back of your neck, making you gasp for air. Your sweaty hands grip the bedsheets tightly as your whole body jerks forward with each forceful thrust from behind.

"Moan my name," he commands, his deep voice even deeper now. One hand squeezes hard on your ass cheek, leaving his thick blood smeared all over your thighs, while the other hand is wrapped around your throat, choking you from behind. You try to listen to his voice, but you're too drained of energy to moan his name anymore. You've cum so hard around his throbbing cock that you've even forgotten your own name. And he was right when he said he would utterly destroy you.

When he promised to make you cum harder, he led you to your bedroom and forcefully threw you onto your soft bed, causing you to gasp in surprise. In an instant, he aggressively ripped all your clothes off, exposing your naked body, as well as his own. Your eyes widened as you saw his throbbing cock pressed against his abdomen, causing your mouth to water and your core to ache. You couldn't help but clench your thighs together as you stared at his rock-hard dick. It was then that he lost control. He commanded you to lay on your stomach, and before you knew it, you were whimpering in anticipation. He thrust his big cock deep inside your dripping core, and then he whispered his name for you to moan.

His name is Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. You moaned his name loudly as you reached the most intense orgasm of your life.

And now, you're completely lost in the pleasure. Your body can't handle it anymore. Your core is throbbing, and you can't help but feel swollen. Without warning, a forceful spank lands on your ass cheek, leaving behind his handprint. You hiss in pain, and he hisses too, because of his injured palm. He pulls your face close to his from behind, gripping your neck tightly. You gasp as the position feels strange. Your ass is pressed against his abdomen, and your back arches as he brings your head close to his face. You turn your head to look at him, and his face is so close, his messy, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. Perhaps you look the same, disheveled and covered in sweat.

"I told you to moan my name, princess Y/N," he asserts once more, his voice dripping with dominance as he thrusts his hips upwards.

"Oh, fuck, Taehyung," you moan loudly as a second wave of arousal builds in your stomach. Your dripping core clenches tightly around his cock, your head reaching his shoulder and your nails digging into his shoulders. Neither of you cares about anything else in that moment because you're both lost in the pleasure.

He starts jerking his hips upwards at a rapid pace, cursing in your ear and telling you how amazing it feels to have his dick inside you with his deep voice. Your entire body squirms, and you know you can't hold on any longer. Both of your moans fill the room, maybe even the entire house.

"Come harder around my cock again," he commands, and it's exactly what you wanted to hear before you explode around his throbbing cock. Your eyes shut from exhaustion, and your chest rises and falls rapidly.

His own dick twitches inside your dripping core. He pulls out and releases his load onto your ass with a loud 'fuck' escaping his sinful tongue. His seeds cover your ass and lower back. His chest rises and falls rapidly from the release. After relaxing his breathing, he made you lay down, but you're not even fully present in this world.

You never knew you had a taste for rough sex, but damn, you enjoyed every touch and every moment of his dominance.

Now, you're completely spent, your body feeling lifeless. Your eyes refuse to open, as if in protest. You lie there, covered in a mixture of his cum and blood, knowing that when you wake up, you'll be startled by your appearance. Your mind is numb, unable to process anything except the faint movements in the room. Suddenly, you feel him sits on the bed, his hot breath reaching your ear. With half-open eyes, you gaze at his handsome yet mysterious face.

"Next time, I'm going to fuck every single holes of your beautiful body. Now, sleep, my stubborn little cat," he whispers, reminding you of what's to come. You close your eyes, aware of him rising from the bed and leaving your life temporarily. And the first thought that crosses your mind is:

There's going to be a 'next time'.

Next time | Kim Namjoon drabble

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; It was quite unexpected when a heavenly stranger joined you at the club's roof, just when you were feeling all alone.

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut(li8), dark(a little bit), fluff, strangers to??

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: namjoon x reader y/n

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: making out, heavy(sexual) tension in the air, nipple sucking, dry humping, calling reader princesse

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.9k+

a/n: Namjoon wearing glasses is my weakness ;-) and I'm not very knowledgeable about clubs. Well, Please forgive any errors if I may have made, but if you happen to spot any, kindly point them out to me.

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐲 [𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝]

The vibrant lights, booming music, and the overpowering scent of sweat from the crowd - it's all a nightmare for you. You're not one for clubs, but your best friend insisted. And by insisted, you mean she practically started a quarrel and argued with you until you gave in. She even went as far as choosing a black tight thigh-length V-neck dress for you, accentuating your cleavage. The makeup she applied was equally extravagant - a smokey eye look with a shimmery red lipstick. She may be a baby, but you nearly broke down in tears when you caught a glimpse of your own reflection in the full-length mirror. You've never worn that much makeup in your entire life, but her stubbornness won this time.

You've been sitting at the bar, your face buried in your hands, elbows resting on the glass counter, for about 15 minutes now. When you both entered the club, she tried to convince you to dance, but you had already done enough for the day and didn't want to be surrounded by sweaty bodies. So you told her to enjoy herself and even asked her to leave you alone. Little did you know, that wasn't such a great idea.

As you sit there, lost in your thoughts, the bartender suddenly comes into your line of vision. Your tired eyes gaze up at him, as he takes in your appearance - his eyes naturally drifting from your hidden cleavage to your face. Oddly enough, he doesn't appear interested at all. You sit up straighter, removing your face from your palms. Just as he turns away to walk off, not bothering to ask if you'd like to order something.

"Hey! Can I get a glass of orange juice?" you call out to him before he can take another step. He comes to a halt, turning around to face you once more. His expression remains as uninteresting as ever. You study him for a moment, your eyes landing on the name badge pinned to his white bartender suit, which reads 'Yoongi'. He simply nods and walks away.

'Strange'

After about five minutes, he returned with your drink and a bill, placing them in front of you on the counter. You thanked him, but he didn't reply. He was really starting to get on your nerves, but you still managed to smile as you took out the cash from your purse and handed it to him. He casually grabbed the bill from the counter and walked away, leaving you alone.

Sitting here has become quite challenging after that peculiar encounter with him. You had desperately craved some fresh air, so you tightly held onto your glass, rose from the stool, and made your way up to the roof.

The breeze up here is refreshing, causing a slight shiver to run down your spine. It's a welcome change from the lingering scent of sweaty bodies that had been assaulting your nostrils while you were perched on that fancy stool. Leaning on the railing, your elbows find support as you tightly grip your glass. You bite your lower lip, moistening it with your tongue before bringing the glass to your lips. In one swift motion, you gulp down the orange juice and carefully place the glass on the floor, ensuring it's far enough from anyone's step to avoid any accidents.

With your chin resting on your bent elbows, you find yourself captivated by the view of the streets below. The towering buildings resemble giant pencils, and the wind playfully tousles your wavy hair as it dances around you.

Suddenly, the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupts your reverie. You turn your head to the left and there stands a breathtakingly beautiful being, almost ethereal in nature. Your mind momentarily stops functioning, and your heart seems to follow suit. While your head remains nestled in your arms on the railing, your focus shifts from the cityscape to this angelic presence before you.

He gazes back at you, his eyes shining through the transparent frames of his glasses, captivating you with their beauty. His petite nose adds to his overall charm, and his perfectly styled blonde hair, revealing his forehead completely, leaves you in awe. Dressed impeccably in a plain black pant, white button-up shirt, and waistcoat, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, he exudes an air of effortless style. And those lips, naturally pink and enticing, prompt you to moisten your own with your tongue. You find yourself not just staring, but thoroughly checking out this stranger. A small gulp escapes your throat as you straighten your posture, lifting your chin from your arms and smoothing your hands over your dress. The fabric clings to your body curves, accentuating your cleavage and bare legs, but you try to ignore it as best as you can.

"Why are you up here?" his voice breaks the silence, sending shivers down your spine. It's deep, rough, and undeniably captivating. Glancing up towards him, you're met with a sight that leaves you breathless. His muscular physique is accentuated by the fabric that wraps around him perfectly, and every defined muscle is visible beneath the surface.

In an attempt to steady your voice, you clear your throat, not wanting it to waver in front of him.

"Not a party person," you reply, shrugging your shoulders slightly. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he shifts his gaze away from your face, focusing on the front. However, your attention is momentarily diverted by the beautiful dimple that forms on his cheeks when he smiles. You quickly avert your gaze as well and focus on your ahead.

"I'm not much of a party person either," he says, still looking straight ahead. Curiosity sparks inside your mind, and you can't help but wonder why he's here.

"Then why are you here?" The words slip out of your mouth before you can stop them, hanging in the air as you realize you haven't received an answer. Embarrassment floods your stomach, and your face flushes with heat. You quickly clear your throat, ready to apologize for the intrusive question. When you look at him, you're taken aback to find him already staring at you. Your lips part slightly, and a breath escapes, unable to contain your surprise. His gaze lingers on your red-painted lips before meeting your eyes once again.

"I had a meeting with the club's owner," he replies, his gaze still locked with yours. As his words reach your ears, it feels like a wave of relief washes over you, momentarily dissipating your embarrassment. You break the eye contact first, not daring to delve deeper into his captivating gaze. You know that his looks, his voice, everything about him is melting you from the inside out.

Yet, you can still feel his eyes on you, studying your every move and posture.

"Want to know the same thing" he inquired, you bite your lower lip between you teeth. His curiosity about why you're here piques your interest, making your heart do a little flip in your chest. Your eyes meet his once more, you averted your gaze for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts, before meeting his intense gaze once again.

"Well," you began, your voice slightly shaky, "Lila, my best friend, practically dragged me here. She insisted that I needed a change of scenery, a break from my monotonous routine. And, well, I couldn't say no to her."

A small smile played on your lips as you reminisced about all the crazy adventures you and Lila had shared. The late-night phone calls, the impromptu road trips, and yes, even the times when you had to rescue her from her drunken escapades. You had always been there for her, like a protective elder sister.

As you spoke, you noticed a flicker of amusement in his eyes, and a mischievous dimple appeared on his cheek. It was a sight that made your heart flutter uncontrollably again. Your smile transformed into something more than just friendly, something that revealed your growing attraction towards this handsome stranger standing before you.

His gaze changed, turning darker as he observed the sudden shift in your expression. He took a step closer, until you were almost chest to chest. The sudden proximity sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but gulp nervously, feeling the tension thickening in the air. The chilly wind only seemed to enhance the heat radiating from your body.

His intense eyes bore into yours, as if he could devour you whole with just one bite. You feel a gentle touch on your face, his long fingers delicately brushing with a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your left eye. He twists it between his fingers before tucking it behind your ear. The simple gesture sends shivers down your spine, and your body instinctively reacts, leaning into his touch. Your eyes flutter closed, surrendering to the sensation. His hand on your jaw caused you to lean in even closer, but the subtle touch of his thumb on your lower lip, causing your eyes to flutter open. You meet his gaze from beneath your long lashes, feeling a magnetic pull between you. In that moment, all other thoughts fade away, leaving only one desire lingering in your mind - to kiss him.

His thumb continues to brush against your bottom lip, its feather-light touch sending tingles through your body. He leans in closer, his warm breath caressing your ear, causing you to shiver even more. Your thighs clench involuntarily, a physical response to the overwhelming sensations coursing through you.

"You're so beautiful. What's your name?" In a low, husky voice, he breaks the silence, his words dripping with admiration, his voice is like a sweet melody mixed with a hint of spice, intoxicating and irresistible. As he pulls away slightly, you already feel the absence of his warm breath on your ear. His hand remains on your jaw, and you nervously nibble on your bottom lip, unsure how to handle this enchanting stranger.

His gaze fixates on your lips, and he gently removes your bottom lip from between your teeth with his thumb. He resumes rubbing it with his thumb pad, sending a jolt of electricity through you. You know you have to answer, or else your legs might give out beneath you.

"Y/N," you whisper your name, your voice barely audible. You can feel yourself losing control, your senses overwhelmed by his presence. You're certain that your panties are clinging to your core, a testament to the desire he has ignited within you. He hums, his eyes locked onto yours, then your lips, and back to your eyes again.

"Namjoon" He introduced himself, even though you didn't inquire. You repeat his name in a hushed tone, and it flows from your mouth as if it was meant to be. It sounds perfect.

His eyes were also fixed on you from the moment he saw you standing alone, observing every little movement of your body, the way your features seemed to effortlessly fit into his hand, and how smoothly his name rolled off your tongue.

Your heart began to race, the desire to kiss him overwhelming you as soon as he entered your line of sight. You tried to control yourself, but now when he shared his name with you, all you wanted to do was utter it over and over again.

But then, just as quickly as he came close, he pulled away, taking a step back. Your eyes widened in disbelief, confused by his actions after making you feel so hot with his touch. His expression remains dark, but there's a hint of something different in his eyes now. It's as if he's about to do something he'll regret, or perhaps something you can't even fathom. Your heart feels heavy all of a sudden, and he gives you an inscrutable look, your brows pinched together. Then, he turned to his left and headed towards the rooftop exit.

'No, no.'

He's about to leave you, and you know you have to act.

Remembering Lila's advice about seizing the moment when something felt right, your mind urged you to stop him, and you made up your mind to do just that. Stepping towards him, you caught his muscular wrist in your small hand before he could take another step. He halts in his tracks, tilting his head to look back at you. Without hesitation, you stand on your tiptoes, even though you were wearing heels, you still stand much shorter than him. You press your lips against his without hesitation, eyes closed. His lips feel like soft cotton, so plump and different from what you had imagined.

You pulled away from the kiss, feeling a sense of unease when you realized his lips weren't responding. Guilt flooded your heart as you reluctantly opened your eyes to meet his gaze, which seemed to have been fixed on you the entire time. Nervously, you released his wrist from your grasp and took a cautious step back. Your eyes start to sting, but you hold back the tears, directing your gaze downward to your heels. Massaging your temple, you clear your throat, preparing yourself to apologize for crossing a line.

The weight of your mistake settled heavily on your shoulders, filling you with a sense of regret that seemed to stretch into eternity.

However, before you can utter a single word of apology, he closes the distance between you in a single stride. Without hesitation, without warning, he cups your face with his large hands and in an instant, his lips crash against yours in an intense and passionate kiss. Your feet stumbled backward until your back met the railing, and you instinctively clutched onto his shoulder for support. The pounding of your heart resonates so loudly within your chest that you can hardly hear anything else. He begins to suck and nibble on your bottom lip, causing a low moan to escape from deep within your throat.

He breaks the kiss with a soft pop, the sound lingering in the air as your breaths synchronize. Both of you are panting heavily, the intensity of the moment leaving you both gasping for air. He takes off his glasses, revealing his perfect face, and tucks them away in his pants pocket. Without breaking eye contact, he leans in for another kiss, his desire evident in his eyes.

Once again, his lips capture yours, but this time the kiss is different. It's sloppy, hungry, filled with a raw passion that consumes you both. You try to match his movements, but his lips are dominant, taking control of the kiss. He slips his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch with a fervor that leaves you weak in the knees.

"Stick your tongue out, y/n," he orders, his voice husky and filled with desire. His hands roam from your neck to your waist, then down to your hips, pulling you closer to him. You obey without hesitation, your body responding to his command like a well-trained child. He wastes no time and starts sucking on your tongue, teasing and biting it gently.

Your eyes shut tightly as pleasure courses through your body, making you wet with anticipation. Your hands wander from his shoulders to his perfectly styled blonde locks, gripping it tightly as the sensations overwhelm you. Your knees begin to wobble, making it difficult to stand, but you can't bring yourself to break the kiss just yet.

After felt like eternity, desperate for air, you try to withdraw your tongue, a silent plea for him to stop. He senses your need and releases you, both of you gasping for breath. As you open your eyes, you're met with the sight of his face so close to yours, causing your heart to race even faster. His lips are swollen, his eyes hooded, his jaw clenching and unclenching with desire. He looks ethereal, a perfect blend of beauty and handsomeness that leaves you craving for more.

Your body aches for him, your wet core yearning for his touch. Unable to resist, you grind against his clothed, hard erection, feeling a surge of pleasure shoot through you. A gasp escapes your lips as you realize just how big he is, and his own groan echoes in the air as your hips move against him once again. The desire between you both is palpable, and you know that you want more.

"Please, I.." you try to convey your request to him, to convey your desires to him.

He suddenly takes action by firmly grabbing your buttocks, causing you to let out a surprised gasp. The sensation makes you momentarily forget what you were about to say, and in the blink of an eye, he effortlessly lifts you up by your hips. Your legs instinctively wrap around his well-defined torso, while your arms find their way around his neck.

You can feel his sweaty hair brushing against your arms.

"You're going to lose yourself entirely, princesse," he murmurs in that seductive accent of his, using the endearing nickname he uses for you. Just as you plan to respond, he silences you by placing his mouth on your neck. First, he nibbles, then sucks, and licks at the same spot, causing you to whimper. Your back arches automatically, and your head falls back, granting him even greater access to your neck. Suddenly, your eyes snap open when you feel an absence behind your head. You realize you're leaning over the railing, with only the lower half of your body supported by him. Your survival now depends on clinging tightly to him, preventing you from falling off the rooftop.

"Mhm, listen..." you try to get his attention by tapping his shoulder, signaling that you are in a precarious situation. But he doesn't stop; instead, you can sense his smirk against your neck as he continues to shower you with affectionate kisses. Your mind is in a whirlwind, torn between the arousal coursing through your body and the danger of your current position.

'Fuck, this is what he meant,'

He began thrusting his cock through the thick fabric of his pants, instantly blocking out all other thoughts. The rush of adrenaline from being on the edge of the roof and the powerful movements of his hips consumed your mind completely.

"Namjoon, oh fuck Joon.." you couldn't help but moan his name over and over again as he intensified his grinding, simultaneously sucking harder on your neck. Your stomach twisted with desire, and you instinctively clutched onto his blonde hair. His wet kisses trailed downwards, and then his sinful lips makes contact with your nipple, which was concealed beneath the fabric of your dress and his wet tongue playfully swirled around the sensitive bud. The pleasure was so intense that it forced a high-pitched moan to escape from deep within your throat.

Your mind felt numb, overwhelmed by the delicious stimulation. Each rhythmic thrust, his hard cock through his pants teasing your clothed core, and the skillful touch of his lips on your clothed nipple was an intoxicating combination. The fear of falling added an extra layer of excitement to the already electrifying atmosphere.

A distant ringing sound reached your ears, but you were too consumed by the moment to pay it any attention. You assumed it was just your ears playing tricks on you. However, the sound seemed oddly familiar. His lips and grinding abruptly stopped, causing you to whimper in disbelief. Your brow furrowed, eyes still closed, as his lips broke contact with your breast. Confusion washed over you as you tried to comprehend what was happening. The ringing sound persisted, growing louder, but it felt as if it was coming from a distance.

You opened your eyes, breathing heavily, desperate to understand why everything had suddenly come to a halt. The ringing continued to echo in your ears, resembling the buzzing of bees. And then, your gaze met his dark eyes.

"Your phone," he said, his voice deep and rough. But you couldn't comprehend his words. Confusion etched across your face, your eyebrow shooting up to touch your hairline.

"Huh?" you managed to utter, still lost in the haze of the moment.

"Someone's calling you," he repeated, directing his gaze towards your purse on the floor. And then it hit you, why the ringing had sounded so familiar. Your face flushed an even deeper shade of red, your cheeks feeling as if they were on fire.

He gently places you down, and your heels wobble beneath you, but you manage to grab onto his shirt just in time to prevent yourself from falling to the ground. You glance at him apologetically, but he simply nods his head slightly, a faint smile forming on his lips, revealing the same dimple as before.

Releasing your grip on his shirt, you turn around and bend down to retrieve your purse from the floor.

You straighten up abruptly, when you sense him taking a deep breath. You run your hands over your dress, smoothing out any wrinkles. You reach for your phone, and notice that the screen is still illuminated with Lila's name. You choose not to answer the call, knowing that she's probably completely intoxicated. She has never called you this many times in her entire life, except when she's drunk.

You turn back to face him, and there he stands, looking like a model with his hands tucked into his pockets and a few strands of his blonde hair falling onto his forehead. You swallow nervously before offering him a cautious smile.

"My friend needs me," you inform him, raising your phone in the air to show him the screen, even though he didn't ask. He hums in response and retrieves his glasses from his pocket, placing them back on his face. You can see the muscles beneath his thick shirt flexing with each movement.

"I should go," you speak up when he remains silent, feeling the awkwardness fill the air. With your legs still feeling a bit unsteady, you begin to take slow steps towards the exit to the rooftop.

As you reached the door, a wave of sadness filled your heart knowing that he didn't try to stop you. But just as you were about to leave, he suddenly grabs your wrist, causing you to turn around in surprise. A wave of relief washes over you.

"Here, take this. Let's meet next time," he says softly, placing a card in your hand.

Leaning in close, his warm breath tickles your ear as he adds, "And then we'll continue our remainder session." His voice husky, barely audible, causing a shiver of excitement run through your whole body.

With that, he releases your wrist, and you hold onto the card tightly, a smile playing on your lips. Your once heavy heart now feels light and free.

You nod as he takes a step back, revealing a perfect dimple on his cheek. With admiration in your eyes, you take one last look at him before exiting the roof.

As you made your way off the roof, the sound of your footsteps echoed in your ears, matching the rhythm of your racing heart. The card in your hand felt like a precious treasure, a tangible reminder of the connection you had just shared.

As you descended the stairs, your mind began to wander, replaying the encounter over and over again. His words echoed in your mind, each syllable carrying a promise of something more. The thought of meeting again, of continuing the session that had been interrupted, filled you with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Sorrowful Love | Ch#4 | JJK

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; All he desires is vengeance.

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: thriller, angst, love at first sight, au! sexting

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x Sena oc!

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: This story contains explicit language, graphic violence(murders, blood etc), and other mature content, If you are easily affected by such themes, it might be best to avoid reading it.

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.8k+

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭⇢

Jungkook's Pov:

After my encounter with that weird girl, the first thought that crossed my mind was, 'What a strange girl!'. Despite my efforts to suppress it, a smile involuntarily crept onto my lips. It was as if her eccentricity had a contagious effect on me, leaving me both bewildered and amused.

'Fuck'

Women don't usually bewilder me, and I'm not easily amused by girly things or their peculiar behaviors. However, against all odds, she managed to bring a small smile to my face. I can't believe how?

Later on, I decided to buy Geworin tablets, for myself. As I paid for the medication and walked out of the pharmacy, I just hoped that this medication would provide some relief, a glimmer of hope to lift my spirits.

After buying medicine, I make my way back home through the familiar streets. I unlock the door, step inside, and head straight to the kitchen to fetch a water bottle. With the pill in hand and a glass of water, I swallow it down and feel a sense of relief washing over me.

Feeling slightly better, I make my way to the art gallery, constructed in the basement. Bending down, I retrieve the hidden key from beneath the carpet and walk over to a large canvas. With a bit of effort, I lift the canvas and set it aside, revealing a hidden door. Inserting the key into the lock, I hear the satisfying click as it opens. I then tuck the key back into the right pocket of my pants and swing the door open.

As I step into the room, my eyes immediately gravitate towards the images that I've meticulously taped on the wall. These images represent the people who have caused me immense pain and anger. With a mix of hate and disdain, I take a moment to glance at each one, feeling a surge of emotions coursing through my veins. It's as if the mere sight of these individuals ignites a fire within me, causing my blood to boil and wanting me to end these people's lives right now.

With a sense of determination, I reach for a file sitting on the table nearby.

However, before I can even open the file, the familiar ring of my phone interrupts the moment. I place the file back on the table and smoothly retrieve my phone from the right pocket of my pants. Glancing at the caller ID, I see an unfamiliar number flashing on the screen.

Considering the limited number of contacts I have saved in my phone, I deduce that this call must be related to an order I've been expecting. I answer the call, And a soft voice greets me on the other end, belonging to a girl who seems eager to speak.

"Ah, hello," she says, her voice carrying a sense of excitement. "I'd like to order a painting."

Intrigued by her request, I find myself momentarily forgetting about the images on the wall and the file on the table. Instead, I focus my attention on this individual on the other side of the phone.

I asked the girl on the phone, "Can you share with me your emotions?"

In response, she started to speak rapidly, expressing, "I am overwhelmed with emotions at the moment, and I find it hard to put them into words. I am also curious about understanding my emotions, which is why I am interested in this artwork. I am eager to explore the range of emotions I am experiencing. Let me begin to describe them to you. Please make a note of them, okay? I am feeling a mix of despair, happiness, and fear right now. I crave love in my life, yet there are moments when I feel like I can do without it. I am puzzled by my own emotions. Just capture all of this," she paused, taking a deep breath.

I couldn't help but chuckle as I jotted down her array of emotions.

"I will do my best. I will let you know once it's done," I assured her.

"Oh my goodness, thank you so much! I am beyond grateful. I don't know how to repay you. Oh, I almost forgot to ask, how much will this painting cost?"She immediately exclaimed, and her words made me giggle for some reason.

"Why are you laughing?" she inquired with a soft voice. "Is the cost really that high that it's beyond my means?"

Responding to her concerns, I offered reassurance, "No, it's not as expensive as you think. Depending on how you feel, the price ranges around xxx ."

Relieved by my response, she let out a sigh and said, "Thank goodness, I can afford it."

"By the way, could you please share your name with me so I can recognize you when you come for the painting?" I asked.

After a brief pause, she ended the call with a contemplative "hmm." Meanwhile, I found myself simply staring at the screen of my phone, unsure of what to do next. Suddenly, a message from her appeared on the screen, breaking the silence.

Curiosity piqued, I eagerly opened the message and read the words,

"'Natasha' is my name."

Reading those four words repeatedly, I sensed that she had given me a false name. Her peculiar actions brought a chuckle to my lips as I securely tucked my phone back into the left pocket of my pants.

5:30pm

I decided to take a leisurely stroll through the nearby neighborhood park. As I step outside, I inhale deeply, allowing the fresh evening air to fill my lungs. The park is bathed in a soft golden glow as the sun begins its descent, casting long shadows across the grass.

I start my walk, my footsteps echoing softly on the pavement. As I make my way through the park, I take in the sights and sounds around me. The chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze, and the distant laughter of children playing in the playground.

As I continue my stroll, my gaze sweeps across the park, taking in the various scenes unfolding before me. And then, something catches my eye. A young child, full of energy and excitement, dashing towards his parents. His tiny legs carry him swiftly, his face beaming with joy.

I watch as his mother, with open arms, scoops him up into a warm embrace, showering him with kisses. His father, standing nearby, can't help but pinch his cheeks affectionately.

Unbeknownst to me, a single tear escapes my eye, rolling down my cheek. I quickly turn my head, hoping no one notices, and take a few deep breaths to compose myself. And decide it's time to head back home.

After arriving home, I made my way to the room that I had meticulously designed to resemble the gallery. As I entered, I couldn't help but notice that my heartbeat was racing at an alarming rate. The mere thought of them sent shivers down my spine, making me want to let out a scream. I desperately tried to push them out of my mind, not wanting to dwell on the memories.

However, it seemed that my heart had a mind of its own today. It stubbornly refused to listen to reason, reminding me of just how much I missed them.

As I swung open the door, a heavy sigh escaped my lips. Once again, the sight of the pictures I had taped on the walls came into view, causing my heart to boil with burning rage. The sorrow of losing my parents because of them, the anger towards these fuckers who took them away from me, makes me want to rip their hearts out from their chests.

I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white as I fought the urge to tear my hair out. The anger pulsated through my veins, turning my face a deep shade of crimson.

I took a deep breath, hoping to calm the storm raging inside me, but it seemed futile, but memories flooded my mind with fragments of cherished memories. Each glimpse brought forth a rush of emotions, reminding me of all the wonderful experiences and time I had shared with them. Unable to contain my sorrow any longer, a tear escaped my eye and trickled down my cheek, mirroring the intensity of my pounding heart.

Tears cascade down my cheeks as I release a loud scream, scattering every file which is on the table, unable to control my patience, my beating heart, my boiling blood. I collapsed onto the floor, my elbows resting on my knees, my hands still clutching at my hair. The tears continued to flow, my other hand automatically moving to cover my heart. "Mom, Dad, the pain of missing you is too much to bear," I cry uncontrollably.

"The idea of facing this harsh world without you fills me with dread and hopelessness."

I clench my fists and begin to hit my chest, as if attempting to physically ease the emotional pain.

"Mom Dad, the agony is overwhelming. It's tearing me apart," I murmur, my voice quivering with each word spoken to them, even if only in my mind.

After what seems like an endless period of tears and grief, I eventually pull myself together and try to regain control of my emotions.

It was the final moment that my tears fell for them, my heart consumed by a single, intense emotion: hatred. Hatred for those who snatched my parents away from me, who tore apart the fabric of our lives with their cruel actions.

I made a solemn vow. I vowed on the memory of my dead parents, who had taught me the values of love, loyalty, and justice, the emotions I think I've lost now that I would not rest now until every person of his family met their end.

I reach into my pocket and retrieve my mobile phone. With a trembling hand from anger, I wipe away the remnants of tears that have stained my cheeks, a testament to the pain and anger that have fueled my desire for revenge. The time has come, and I can no longer contain my eagerness to witness their fear, to see them tremble before me.

Unlocking my phone, I navigate to my contacts and search for the person who has trained me for this moment of revenge. In the past, I had severed this connection, needing time to heal but I didn't heal. And now, I am ready to unleash the fury that has been brewing inside me.

With a deep breath, I press the call icon next to their name. The sound of the ringing fills my ears, echoing the anticipation that courses through my veins. One ring... Two rings... Three rings... Finally, the call is answered on the other end.

Taking a moment to steady myself, I speak into the phone, my voice filled with determination and resolve. "I'm ready, Suga hyung."

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐲 (𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝)

Sorrowful Love | Ch#4 | JJK

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; All he desires is vengeance.

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: thriller, angst, love at first sight, au! sexting

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x Sena oc!

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: This story contains explicit language, graphic violence(murders, blood etc), and other mature content, If you are easily affected by such themes, it might be best to avoid reading it.

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.8k+

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭⇢

Jungkook's Pov:

After my encounter with that weird girl, the first thought that crossed my mind was, 'What a strange girl!'. Despite my efforts to suppress it, a smile involuntarily crept onto my lips. It was as if her eccentricity had a contagious effect on me, leaving me both bewildered and amused.

'Fuck'

Women don't usually bewilder me, and I'm not easily amused by girly things or their peculiar behaviors. However, against all odds, she managed to bring a small smile to my face. I can't believe how?

Later on, I decided to buy Geworin tablets, for myself. As I paid for the medication and walked out of the pharmacy, I just hoped that this medication would provide some relief, a glimmer of hope to lift my spirits.

After buying medicine, I make my way back home through the familiar streets. I unlock the door, step inside, and head straight to the kitchen to fetch a water bottle. With the pill in hand and a glass of water, I swallow it down and feel a sense of relief washing over me.

Feeling slightly better, I make my way to the art gallery, constructed in the basement. Bending down, I retrieve the hidden key from beneath the carpet and walk over to a large canvas. With a bit of effort, I lift the canvas and set it aside, revealing a hidden door. Inserting the key into the lock, I hear the satisfying click as it opens. I then tuck the key back into the right pocket of my pants and swing the door open.

As I step into the room, my eyes immediately gravitate towards the images that I've meticulously taped on the wall. These images represent the people who have caused me immense pain and anger. With a mix of hate and disdain, I take a moment to glance at each one, feeling a surge of emotions coursing through my veins. It's as if the mere sight of these individuals ignites a fire within me, causing my blood to boil and wanting me to end these people's lives right now.

With a sense of determination, I reach for a file sitting on the table nearby.

However, before I can even open the file, the familiar ring of my phone interrupts the moment. I place the file back on the table and smoothly retrieve my phone from the right pocket of my pants. Glancing at the caller ID, I see an unfamiliar number flashing on the screen.

Considering the limited number of contacts I have saved in my phone, I deduce that this call must be related to an order I've been expecting. I answer the call, And a soft voice greets me on the other end, belonging to a girl who seems eager to speak.

"Ah, hello," she says, her voice carrying a sense of excitement. "I'd like to order a painting."

Intrigued by her request, I find myself momentarily forgetting about the images on the wall and the file on the table. Instead, I focus my attention on this individual on the other side of the phone.

I asked the girl on the phone, "Can you share with me your emotions?"

In response, she started to speak rapidly, expressing, "I am overwhelmed with emotions at the moment, and I find it hard to put them into words. I am also curious about understanding my emotions, which is why I am interested in this artwork. I am eager to explore the range of emotions I am experiencing. Let me begin to describe them to you. Please make a note of them, okay? I am feeling a mix of despair, happiness, and fear right now. I crave love in my life, yet there are moments when I feel like I can do without it. I am puzzled by my own emotions. Just capture all of this," she paused, taking a deep breath.

I couldn't help but chuckle as I jotted down her array of emotions.

"I will do my best. I will let you know once it's done," I assured her.

"Oh my goodness, thank you so much! I am beyond grateful. I don't know how to repay you. Oh, I almost forgot to ask, how much will this painting cost?"She immediately exclaimed, and her words made me giggle for some reason.

"Why are you laughing?" she inquired with a soft voice. "Is the cost really that high that it's beyond my means?"

Responding to her concerns, I offered reassurance, "No, it's not as expensive as you think. Depending on how you feel, the price ranges around xxx ."

Relieved by my response, she let out a sigh and said, "Thank goodness, I can afford it."

"By the way, could you please share your name with me so I can recognize you when you come for the painting?" I asked.

After a brief pause, she ended the call with a contemplative "hmm." Meanwhile, I found myself simply staring at the screen of my phone, unsure of what to do next. Suddenly, a message from her appeared on the screen, breaking the silence.

Curiosity piqued, I eagerly opened the message and read the words,

"'Natasha' is my name."

Reading those four words repeatedly, I sensed that she had given me a false name. Her peculiar actions brought a chuckle to my lips as I securely tucked my phone back into the left pocket of my pants.

5:30pm

I decided to take a leisurely stroll through the nearby neighborhood park. As I step outside, I inhale deeply, allowing the fresh evening air to fill my lungs. The park is bathed in a soft golden glow as the sun begins its descent, casting long shadows across the grass.

I start my walk, my footsteps echoing softly on the pavement. As I make my way through the park, I take in the sights and sounds around me. The chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze, and the distant laughter of children playing in the playground.

As I continue my stroll, my gaze sweeps across the park, taking in the various scenes unfolding before me. And then, something catches my eye. A young child, full of energy and excitement, dashing towards his parents. His tiny legs carry him swiftly, his face beaming with joy.

I watch as his mother, with open arms, scoops him up into a warm embrace, showering him with kisses. His father, standing nearby, can't help but pinch his cheeks affectionately.

Unbeknownst to me, a single tear escapes my eye, rolling down my cheek. I quickly turn my head, hoping no one notices, and take a few deep breaths to compose myself. And decide it's time to head back home.

After arriving home, I made my way to the room that I had meticulously designed to resemble the gallery. As I entered, I couldn't help but notice that my heartbeat was racing at an alarming rate. The mere thought of them sent shivers down my spine, making me want to let out a scream. I desperately tried to push them out of my mind, not wanting to dwell on the memories.

However, it seemed that my heart had a mind of its own today. It stubbornly refused to listen to reason, reminding me of just how much I missed them.

As I swung open the door, a heavy sigh escaped my lips. Once again, the sight of the pictures I had taped on the walls came into view, causing my heart to boil with burning rage. The sorrow of losing my parents because of them, the anger towards these fuckers who took them away from me, makes me want to rip their hearts out from their chests.

I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white as I fought the urge to tear my hair out. The anger pulsated through my veins, turning my face a deep shade of crimson.

I took a deep breath, hoping to calm the storm raging inside me, but it seemed futile, but memories flooded my mind with fragments of cherished memories. Each glimpse brought forth a rush of emotions, reminding me of all the wonderful experiences and time I had shared with them. Unable to contain my sorrow any longer, a tear escaped my eye and trickled down my cheek, mirroring the intensity of my pounding heart.

Tears cascade down my cheeks as I release a loud scream, scattering every file which is on the table, unable to control my patience, my beating heart, my boiling blood. I collapsed onto the floor, my elbows resting on my knees, my hands still clutching at my hair. The tears continued to flow, my other hand automatically moving to cover my heart. "Mom, Dad, the pain of missing you is too much to bear," I cry uncontrollably.

"The idea of facing this harsh world without you fills me with dread and hopelessness."

I clench my fists and begin to hit my chest, as if attempting to physically ease the emotional pain.

"Mom Dad, the agony is overwhelming. It's tearing me apart," I murmur, my voice quivering with each word spoken to them, even if only in my mind.

After what seems like an endless period of tears and grief, I eventually pull myself together and try to regain control of my emotions.

It was the final moment that my tears fell for them, my heart consumed by a single, intense emotion: hatred. Hatred for those who snatched my parents away from me, who tore apart the fabric of our lives with their cruel actions.

I made a solemn vow. I vowed on the memory of my dead parents, who had taught me the values of love, loyalty, and justice, the emotions I think I've lost now that I would not rest now until every person of his family met their end.

I reach into my pocket and retrieve my mobile phone. With a trembling hand from anger, I wipe away the remnants of tears that have stained my cheeks, a testament to the pain and anger that have fueled my desire for revenge. The time has come, and I can no longer contain my eagerness to witness their fear, to see them tremble before me.

Unlocking my phone, I navigate to my contacts and search for the person who has trained me for this moment of revenge. In the past, I had severed this connection, needing time to heal but I didn't heal. And now, I am ready to unleash the fury that has been brewing inside me.

With a deep breath, I press the call icon next to their name. The sound of the ringing fills my ears, echoing the anticipation that courses through my veins. One ring... Two rings... Three rings... Finally, the call is answered on the other end.

Taking a moment to steady myself, I speak into the phone, my voice filled with determination and resolve. "I'm ready, Suga hyung."

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐲 (𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝)

Sorrowful Love | Ch#5 | JJK

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; All he desires is vengeance.

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: thriller, angst, love at first sight, au! sexting

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook × Sena oc!

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: This story contains explicit language, graphic violence(murders, blood etc), and other mature content, If you are easily affected by such themes, it might be best to avoid reading it.

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.5k+

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭⇢

Jungkook's Pov:

I penned down the message, my very first thread, to my first prey, and I can't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. This moment has been a long time coming, a culmination of fifteen years of anticipation.

From my vantage point in the corner of the club, I fix my gaze upon him with a burning fury in my eyes. He's blissfully unaware, reveling in the company of those mindless sluts. He won't be able to savor these moments again, because this is the last time he will ever experience such joy. Here I am, eagerly waiting for the opportune moment when the whore beside me will remove her leg from my thigh. Her repulsive gummy scent makes me cringe, but I must endure the presence of these despicable people in order to witness the sheer delight on his face once he receives my message.

Finally ,she retracts her leg, and a frown creases her brows.

'shitty'

Clearly, my lack of attention has displeased her. But that's not my problem. She rises from the couch, stomping her feet on the ground in a silent plea for my attention, and thankfully, she leaves. Yet, being the man that I am, I once again choose to ignore her.

My fingers hovered over the 'send' button, With a sense of satisfaction and anticipation, I press the 'send' button, the message was on its way. A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I leaned back on the couch, crossing one leg over the other. Just as i settle on the couch, he pulled out his phone, his expression mirrored the one I had hoped for. His face tensed as he read the message, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for me.

'Never. You can never find me.'

Don't know why but suddenly anger surged through me, my hands clenching into fists so tight that my knuckles turned white, my blood rushing to my ears in a violent surge, and my breathing quickened. I knew I had to leave before things escalated. I settled the bill with the bartender, shooting one last fiery glance at him before heading for the door. His head was bowed, lost in his thoughts.

'kill him'

The thought flashed through my mind, The desire to take his life now and here consumes me, my heart yearns to fulfill this violent urge.. but I knew I had to bide my time. Revenge is a dish best served cold, and I am determined to make him pay.

The word 'Revenge' has consumed my thoughts completely, leaving no room for anything else.

As I make my exit in silence, leaving him in the sea of unease, I vowed to exact my vengeance in the most excruciating way possible. This time, they would know the true meaning of fear.

Her expression is a mix of dread, fear, and all other synonyms one could associate with being scared. She pleads for me to go away, tears cascading down her troubled face, making my nostrils flare with annoyance. God, women like her drive me crazy; it's why I can't stand them.

But, she was different. Despite her incessant chatter on the phone, she somehow managed to bring a smile to my face.

'fuck'

I can't dwell on these memories now. I need to stay focused on the task at hand and have to deal with the fucker who seems to have forgotten my warning, off enjoying himself with those whores.

As I stand up from the chair, she immediately senses my presence and her body starts trembling uncontrollably. The sound of my heavy black boots thudding against the floor fills the room, almost echoing her fear. I am completely clad in black, from head to toe, which only adds to the aura of darkness and intensity that surrounds me. With black leather pants hugging my legs, a full sleeve shirt and a sleek leather jacket covering my torso, black leather gloves covering my hands, a black cap crowning my head, and a black mask concealing my face, I become an embodiment of the shadows. Only my eyes are visible, but they reveal nothing except pure rage.

Stepping closer towards her, she becomes rigid, her body freezing in fear. Her voice quivers as she pleads, "Please, just leave" Her desperation hangs heavily in the air.

I raise my hand and she immediately shuts her eyes tightly, as if anticipating a blow. But I have no intention of hitting her, unless she decides to make a scene. Placing a finger to my lips, hidden behind the mask.

"Shhh," I hush, leaning in slightly. The next moments are crucial, and any sudden movement or sound from her could trigger an explosive reaction from me.

I was not like this, but the burning desire for revenge has consumed me to the point where all other emotions have faded away. I am like an empty vessel, engulfed in darkness.

She timidly opens her teary eyes, and I remove my finger from my lips.

"I have to make a call, so don't you dare to scream, If you scream, I'll make sure you regret it," I caution her, the threat evident in my gaze. Her body trembles even more than before, and I step back, reaching for my phone in the jacket pocket as I make my way to the door frame.

I dialed his number, eagerly waiting for him to pick up. After a few rings, he finally answered. As I brought the phone to my ear to listen to his voice, the woman behind me let out a loud scream.

'fucking shitty'

I glared at her, my eyes filled with anger. She quickly closed her mouth and burst into tears once again.

"What do you want, you bastard! Leave my wife alone, you asshole!" he shouted angrily on the other end of the line. The urge to silence both the husband and the wife by cutting out their tongues crept into my mind.

I cleared my throat and spoke in a calm, yet determined tone, "First of all, stop your motherfucking yelling, it won't help. Second, I need you to come home immediately. And third, if you bring anyone else with you, I will make sure your wife suffers a painful fate right in front of you. So, be smart and come alone in just 10 minutes,"

After giving him some specific instructions, I abruptly ended the call, leaving him to ponder my words in silence.

From my vantage point at the window, I observed his every move, how he maneuvered the car into the parking lot, how he swiftly snatch a gun from the dashboard before stepping out of the vehicle. The dimly lit surroundings failed to conceal the fear etched on his face, and I could almost feel the beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

When I entered the house, I intentionally left the door ajar to make a dramatic entrance. I scattered furniture and belongings to heighten the suspense, and it seemed to have worked as I could sense his frantic footsteps echoing through the ground floor as he checked every door, desperately searching for any sign of his wife.

A mischievous chuckle escaped my lips. I hadn't anticipated finding pleasure in these twisted games, and I'm surprised by the unexpected enjoyment I derived from these sinister acts. Revenge had been my initial motive, but the sheer satisfaction of instilling fear in my target is an unexpected bonus. As I approached the door, she let out another piercing scream. It was clear that she too sensed the presence of an individual.

'fucking fuck'

My anger intensifying as I turn around and walk toward her with heavy step. And then, without hesitation, I delivered a forceful slap across her face, rendering her unconscious. Her head hung low, a testament to the power I now wielded. I swiftly held ber face in my hand and silenced her mouth with a cloth, even though it served no practical purpose now.

After approximately 10 seconds, he sprinted towards the room, completely disregarding my presence. His sole focus was on reaching his wife, and the expression on his face mirrored the exact emotions I experienced when I was just a child. Without hesitation, he dropped both the gun and phone from his trembling hands as he knelt before her, gently cradling her face in his palms.

"Honey, please, wake up. Please wake up," he pleaded with a mixture of worry, rage, and terror evident in his voice. Desperation laced every word as he attempted to rouse his unconscious wife.

As he tenderly shook her shoulders, he anxiously inquired, "Who the fuck…?" His question remained unfinished as I swiftly swung a heavy bat, connecting with his head. The impact rendered him unconscious before he even had a chance to face the person responsible for the blow, me. The mere sound of his voice had become unbearable, piercing my ears like arrows and causing them to bleed.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally began to regain consciousness.

During his unconscious state, I had taken advantage of the situation and tied him to a chair, and shut his mouth with tape, all for my own advantage, of course.

To add a little surprise, I had also switched off the lights, plunging the room into darkness.

As he struggled to open his eyes, it took him what seemed like a hundred attempts before he finally succeeded.

'Thank fucking God'

Taking a moment to assess his surroundings, he soon realized that his wife was tied up in a chair right beside him.

'Ah, the game is about to begin.'

From the door frame, I watched the scene unfold, feeling bad for them that made me want to cry my heart out for their beautiful love story. But I remained hidden in the darkness, so he couldn't spot me.

He desperately tried to free himself, and I couldn't help but chuckle at his futile attempts. How hypocritical of him to believe he could escape my carefully laid trap. After a few failed tries, he finally came to a halt and turned his tear-filled eyes towards his wife. Well, I suppose it's my turn now.

With a flick of a switch, I turned on the lights, causing the room to flood with brightness. The sudden change made him instinctively shut his eyes, momentarily blinded by the illumination.

When he finally opens his eyes, they immediately lock onto me. I can see the confusion and fear in his gaze as he takes in my appearance. His body tenses up, but he still tries to shout through the tape covering his mouth. Suppressing a wave of laughter, I chuckle at his futile attempt, feeling a mix of amusement and pity for him.

With my gloved hands tucked away inside the pockets of my leather jacket, I walk purposefully towards him. Coming to a halt right in front of him, I lean down, ensuring my face is at the same level as his.

"All right, I'll remove the tape from your fucking mouth, but please don't yell. My ears are incredibly sensitive", I speak directly to him, in a low, commanding tone and making sure my words penetrate his consciousness. The intensity of my voice resonates from deep within my chest, leaving no room for doubt or disobedience.

Taking a step back, I straighten up. With a swift motion, I rip the tape from his mouth, causing him to hiss in pain. Despite witnessing his discomfort, I remain unaffected, my eyes filled with a mix of anger and determination.

"Why have you taken us hostage? What is it that you want from us, motherfucker?" he barks, his final words dripping with anger and it was hard not to feel myself getting worked up as well. These two idiots really dared to raise their voices at me.

In that split second, without thinking twice, I swung my fist and delivered a powerful blow to his jaw. The impact was satisfying, but I felt the sting reverberate through my hand. Gritting my teeth, I flexed my fingers and massaged the soreness away with my other hand.

"Well, well, well, looks like you need a reminder to keep that mouth shut," I sneered at him, my anger simmering beneath the surface. "I warned you not to yell, but clearly, you didn't listen."

Well if this fool wanted a reason for their predicament, they were about to get one. With a theatrical touch, I placed my palm over my chin, pretending to ponder his question.

"Alright, Mr. Lee," I spoke slowly, my voice dripping with a mix of amusement and menace. "If you really want to know the reason, you're going to have to spill about Kim's family."

However, to my surprise, he bursts into laughter, causing my gaze to snap towards him with lightning speed.

"You think I'm foolish enough to tell you about them to the likes of you?" His words dripped with defiance, his tone unwavering.

"You've made a grave mistake, you moron. You've kidnapped the wrong person, and I will never, ever tell you a damn thing about them."

His statement ignited a fiery rage within me. How dare he mock me? How dare he think he had the upper hand? My anger intensified, my blood beginning to boil. This fool had no idea who he's dealing with, and he's about to learn a painful lesson.

"Alright, it seems like you're implying that you want her dead," I commented, gesturing towards his wife.

Without hesitation, he exploded in fury, bellowing, "You despicable bastard, just kill me and spare her!"

However, this time, I opted to just stand there calmly, my hands comfortably tucked inside the pockets of my sleek leather jacket. In that instant, I fixated my gaze on his wife, knowing that it was time for her demise.

Moments passed before Mr. Lee finally mumbled with his head lowered, "What do you need to know about them?"

'Bingo'

A small smirk playing at the corner of my lips. This was the moment I had been waiting for.

"Well, spill the beans on his family first, and then let's dive into his underground business," I replied, still fixated on his wife.

"He has a son and a daughter," Mr. Lee responded, causing me to swiftly turn my head towards him, my curiosity piqued.

"And a daughter too?" I exclaimed, genuinely surprised by the revelation of Kim's hidden secret.

"Where is she now?" I couldn't help but throw in the question, my curiosity overpowering my desire to remain silent. Unfortunately, he remained tight-lipped, leaving my query unanswered.

Glancing over at him, I catch sight of his downcast head. Curiosity piqued, I lower myself to the ground, positioning myself directly in front of him to get a better look at his face. And that's when I spot it—a solitary tear, glistening on his cheek. It's a peculiar sight, one that almost tempts a chuckle from me. But alas, the gravity of the situation prevents any laughter from escaping my lips.

"Oh, Mr. Lee, why the tears?" I inquire, my voice laced with a hint of mischief.

"I simply asked about his daughter. If you're unwilling to share, then I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to take matters into my own hands and kill your wife," I declare, my tone still gentle despite the menacing words, all while remaining on my knees.

"Please, spare her life. I don't understand why you're doing this. If you must take a life, take mine instead." His voice trembles as he pleads.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," I click my tongue disapprovingly.

"I had you pegged as a brave soul, but it seems you're nothing more than a timid mouse. It's a pity, really," I remark, rising to my feet.

"But you should know, even if you were to beg me now, I would still carry out my plan. First, I'll make you witness the demise of your wife, and then, only then, I will end your life," I state matter-of-factly as I make my way towards a nearby table adorned with a mysterious bag.

Opening the bag, I unzipped it and carefully extracted the knife, placing it meticulously on the table. Just as I did so, he erupted into screams of desperation and fury, his voice laced with a chilling warning. "Just kill me, don't you dare to touch her. I'll kill you if you touch her!"

Ignoring his frantic outbursts, the knife and tape practically begged to be in my grasp, so I calmly picked up the knife and tape. With a steady and purposeful stride, I approached his wife, positioning myself just behind her chair.

With a maddening calmness in my voice, I addressed him. "Mr. Lee, do you recall the time you callously took the life of a woman in front of her own child?"

The desire to slash her throat, and then his, coursed through my veins, creating an insatiable itch within me.

His expression twisted in confusion, he stammered out a response. "What… what do you mean? I don't understand anything," he managed to utter through his tearful pleas.

Smirking slightly, I seized a fistful of his wife's hair, exerting enough force to communicate my utter dominance. His threats and pleas fell upon deaf ears.

"Fucker, take your hands away from her! I swear I'll kill you!" he shouted, desperately clinging to a fading hope of escape through intimidation.

"Listen to me, I don't care who you think you are. You can do whatever you want to me, but spare her. She's innocent in all of this," he pleaded after a moment, his eyes pleading for mercy as I held her captive.

Ignoring his pleas, memories of my own past suffering flooded my mind. The image of my parents begging for their lives flashed before me, fueling my rage. With a swift motion, I pressed the knife against her throat and slit her throat in an instant.

In an instant, blood gushed from her throat, drenching everything in its path. She began to tremble uncontrollably from the sheer amount of blood she was losing. The floor, the chair, her clothes - all stained crimson with her life force. After what seemed like an eternity, the trembling eventually ceased. She was no longer among the living.

His eyes remained wide open, still in shock from the gruesome sight before him. The scene unfolding in front of his eyes left him utterly speechless. His happiness, like mine, seemed to vanish into thin air.

"Why? Why did you do this?" The words ripped through the air as he shouted in agony, followed by the piercing sound of his weeping. He moved in the chair, desperately trying to free himself from the pain.

I walked purposefully towards him, standing directly in front of his chair. With a firm grip, I grabbed his hair and forced him to look me in the eyes. My blood boiled with a desire for revenge, the name etched in my mind like a curse. The sense of accomplishment surged through me, yet a thrill still lingered in the air.

I watched as he struggled against the restraints, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage and fear. The tears streaming down his face mingled with the bloodshot redness, a clear indication of the intense emotions bubbling within him. Despite his desperate attempts to break free, I could see the murderous intent in his eyes, but he was powerless to act on it.

I released his hair and used my teeth to cut through the tape binding his hands. As I tried to muffle his cries by covering his mouth with tape, he defiantly spat on my gloved hand.

"Fuck, it's suck", cursing under my breath, I wiped my hand on his suit before firmly gripping his face with my right hand and forcefully securing the tape over his mouth.

Stepping back from the chair, I walked toward the table and picked up the knife from the table. The blade was stained with the blood of his wife, a grim reminder of the gruesome act I had committed. I started cleaning the knife on the table, preparing myself for the next death.

"I pity you, Mr. Lee, but you left me with no choice. You refuse to cooperate, so I must ensure my peace of mind by silencing you as well. Before your time is up, think back to the innocent woman you callously murdered in front of her child. Reflect on your actions," I said, wiping the knife blade with a thick fabric as I gazed into his widened eyes. He tried to speak, but the tape over his mouth rendered him speechless.

His facial expression revealed his thoughts, indicating that he remembers. However, I simply didn't have the patience to listen to his voice again. I casually strolled up behind his chair, placed the knife against his neck, and let out a small chuckle before swiftly slicing his throat, much like I did to his wife. The sight of his blood made me queasy, causing me to take a step back.

As I stood there, surrounded by the aftermath of my actions, I couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation. I knew that this path was dangerous and morally questionable, but in that moment, I didn't care.

Despite that, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that I had successfully taken down my first target.

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐲 (𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝)

Reblog to kill it faster

I've been looking at this for the past five minutes while squealing like a pig. Beautiful. Now let me go cry my ratty ass off and die from cuteness in that corner.

Happy New Year 🍾🐉

IDGAF they are his kids now

redraw.

What is this beautiful monstrosity?? I love it.

Akutami Gege Devouring His Son