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Kiss it Off Me - Jjk/Pjm - (M)

→ pairing | Jeon Jungkook x Reader , Park Jimin x Reader → genre | high school au!, smut, angst, bad boy jungkook → word count | 7,921 → summary | Jimin is a player on the school baseball team, you are his girl. Jungkook wants you to be his. → warnings | oral sex, Adult content, Violence, alcoholic beverages, low slang words, 

The first time he saw you was when he was walking down the school corridor and he watched a girl in jeans overalls and a ponytail coming down the stairs with two other girls and three guys. You hugged a history book in you arms and laughed at something that one of the girls had said. Jungkook had been studying there since the first year of high school, but he never saw you in any of the school corridors, you probably should be a new student.

The second time was in history class, where you  sat at the first table in the row by the window and for some reason he was unable to take his eyes off you for the rest of the class. In the canteen you sat with the same people who were with you the first time he had seen you, laughing at the jokes that the boys told and he for no apparent reason was jealous of them making you smile.

At the end of class, he saw you waiting for the bus and didn't leave until you boarded it.

The next day, the same thing happened. You were wearing jeans and boots, your hair was still tied up, and you were carrying the same history book when he saw you again, this time he was leaving the library, with one of those boys following you, with his arm around your shoulders. Jungkook felt envy, jealousy, he wanted to be that guy.

The next week, he was even more confused by the way you acted around your friends and when you were away from them. You were like him, you didn't smile and you didn't interact when you were out of your bubble. You were interesting to him, and he had never hesitated to approach someone he found interesting, but this time it was different, he wanted to observe you a little more, wanted to get to know you more, before finally approaching.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" Jimin asked you as soon as they left the cafeteria. It was almost nine o'clock at night and they had just had a dinner with friends. Now they wanted to go to a party at the home of one of their schoolmates, but you would rather go home and watch a movie on Netflix instead of going to get drunk like all teenagers your age did. It had been a few months since you arrived in that city and this would be the first weekend that you would not let them drag you into some mess.

“I do. See you Monday at school." You then waved at them as they got in the car, and took the cell phone out of your jacket pocket to call for a taxi.

Across the street, Jungkook and two of his friends were walking, both with beer bottles in their hands, making fun of each other when he spotted you standing on the sidewalk, with your eyes on your cell phone. You wore a white skirt, sneakers of the same color and a black shirt. You were also wearing a school baseball team jacket and a peach baseball cap, after all, you were hanging out with two of the school team players, so using their stuff was like a law for anyone who was a friend of the team. Something popped inside him and before he could control himself, he was crossing the street towards you while the other two boys looked at each other in confusion, until finally seeing you there. They knew that since you stepped in that school, Jungkook had developed an unexplainable attraction to you.

“Hey” you looked up from your phone screen when you heard a voice. When you looked in the direction that that voice was coming from, you were surprised to see the boy with long black hair, crossing the street and running towards you. You knew who he was, one of the rebellious and socially excluded boys from school, the boy who only hung out with two guys and never spoke in any class. You had already seen him jump over the school walls to skip classes, sometimes you saw him under the bleachers in physical education classes smoking with his friends, you had heard his laugh when he laughed at some student in the hallways, but you never really heard his voice, because you never came closer enough to him to be able to hear him. He wore a black tee, on top of it a long-sleeved checkered shirt in black, White and gray and on top of a black leather jacket. His black pants were baggy and had boots on his feet. Your friends were pretty, Jimin, the boy you kissed sometimes was handsome , but he, no one would ever be as handsome as he was.  "Hi." He said as soon as he approached, stopping in front of you, far enough not to invade your personal space, but close enough to get you drunk on the perfume he wore. And his voice was as stunning as he was. “You are (Y/N), right? We study together."

"Hm, yes." You answered uncertainly, never imagining that he would know who you were. You were silent then, he staring at you and you feeling embarrassed, trying not to look into his eyes that seemed to undress you. Soon you saw the other two boys who were dressed in clothes similar to Jungkook's, who were across the street, whispering something to each other and laughing. When they realized you were looking at them, they waved and you just shook your head in greeting.

"Why are you here alone?" He asked and you turned your attention to him who was looking at you now curious. "Did your baseball team boyfriend and the other two super powerful girls leave you behind?" He asked you through a chuckle. Anyone with the slightest intelligence would understand the irony he was using in those words, and you frowned, biting the corner of your cheek, trying to understand the reason for the irony. Did he have a problem with your friends?

“Actually, I was with them, but they wanted to go to a party and I preferred to stay and call a taxi to go home. And Jimin is not my boyfriend.” And you could have sworn you saw the beginning of a smile appear on his lips before he spoke again.

"Oh yeah? And does he know that?” He taunted, biting his lip before taking a sip from the beer bottle in his hand, without taking his eyes off you. You were never good at reading signs or understanding people, but at that moment he seemed to be flirting with you and just thinking about it, you felt like there were butterflies in your stomach.

"I hope he knows, or he will end up with a broken heart." And you bit your tongue, looking away from him for a moment. Jungkook exhaled and then smile, content with the answer.

"I would let you break my heart if you want to."You couldn't hide the surprise on your face when you heard those words coming out of his mouth, your insides twitched, your body shivered and a silly smile appeared on your lips, forcing you to lower your head, and use your hands to hide your face that was starting to burn. Jungkook smiled like a child when he realized that his line had supposedly worked, and finished drinking his beer, throwing the bottle into a trash can that was not far from where you two were.

“Hey Jungkook.” Taehyung shouted across the street, waving at his friend, making both him and you look at them. "Are you coming or not?" Jungkook just waved at them, asking them to wait a minute before turning his attention back to you who now looked at him with an innocent look that honestly was fucking sexy.

"We're going to my apartment, let's eat junk food, listen to some music and have a few beers. Want to come?" And again you were taken by surprise. First he was shameless flirting with you and now he was asking you out?

"Like a date?"

"Do you want it to be a date?" He questioned again teasingly. You rolled your eyes and laughed. He seemed to be willing to make you blush every second.

"You are not one of those crazy people who try to seduce innocent girls and lead them into a trap where they will be doped and transported to Turkey to be sold as sex slaves, right?" His eyes widened and he jerked back, blinking and looking at you like you were crazy before laughing and shaking his head in denial.

"Unlike my reputation, I am not an animal, at least not with those who don’t desserve it." He replied. "So?"

You took a deep breath. It wasn't every day that one of the most beautiful and mysterious boys you had ever met in life called you out with his friends. In fact, you didn't know anyone who had ever gone out with him and the other two guys and was always curious to know how bad boys acted out of other people's eyes. Ignoring the sermons and curses your friends would address you when they found out you were going home with Jeon Jungkook, you nodded your head in agreement.

"If you buy me a milkshake, I'm in." You shrugged and he smiled, showing his perfectly straight, white teeth, before running towards the diner behind you and returning minutes later with a glass of vanilla milkshake. So the two of you crossed the street, towards the other boys who greeted you and thus proceeded towards the apartment where he lived.You didn't expect them to be so much fun in the way they were showing off.

Nor did you expect him to live alone in an apartment in the suburbs of the city.

“I didn't know you lived alone.” In fact, I know almost nothing about you. You wanted to add, but left the comment only in your mind. As soon as you entered the living room door, already throwing yourself on the sofa that was leaning against the wall under the window facing the street, you observed the place, it didn't seem to be a very big place, the room was combined with the kitchen , were divided by kitchen counter and had only a small corridor that led to three doors and one of them was the bathroom, at the very end of the hallway.

"I share the apartment with Taehyung.” He said walking to the white refrigerator and taking three bottles of beer from there, throwing one for each friend and sitting beside you on the sofa, putting his feet on the coffee table.

"And did your parents accept it?" You asked with a frown and Hoseok, who was sitting in an armchair, not far from you, laughed and took a sip of his drink.

"It was either that or keep coming home after every business trip and finding drunk and drugged teenagers passed out in the corners of the house at six in the morning."

"Yah, you were the one who distributed the drugs at our parties, it's all your fault." Taehyung said laughing, sitting on the floor across the coffee table, and throwing a pillow at Hoseok. “But tell me... (Y/N), what's with the uniform? Does your boyfriend make you use this to mark territory?” He mocked and you looked at him offended.

"He is not my boyfriend." You answered with a frown. “And I am not an object to be marked as someone's property. I just like to wear it because it is warm and the cap is stylish.”

"If you're only wearing this because it's warm, then you should be wearing it." Jungkook said leaving the beer bottle on the coffee table, taking off the leather jacket he was wearing and holding it out to you who looked at him as if asking what he was doing. "Wear that, it's warm and stylish." You laughed and nodded, taking off your jacket and wearing Jungkook's. "Now take this off, it's ridiculous." He took the cap off your head and tossed it in a corner of the room.

“Wah, look at the preppy girl. Now you look like one of us.” Hoseok joked and you glared at him.

"I am not a 'preppy girl'."

“Come on, you are Miss Pristine, we are the drugged punks, and life goes on. Who wants pizza?”

You met a side of them that you didn't really think existed, they were like any boy your age, they were full of life, they were more ironic than normal, and they cursed more than they should, but they seemed to be a lot nicer than the rest of the boys at your school. Jungkook was being incredibly sweet to you, you didn't want to get drunk like they were doing, so he ordered some cans of soda at the same restaurant where they ordered the pizza, so you had something to drink while they talked. Unlike Jimin, he hadn't put his hands on you at any time, and even though he made it crystal clear that he was interested in you, he hadn't made a move against you. He was being very respectful.

You didn't even see the time go by, you had so much fun laughing at the stories and jokes that the boys told you that when you looked at the time on your cell phone, you got scared when you were shocked to realize it was two in the morning. There were messages and missed calls from Jimin and your friends. When you told Jeon you needed to leave, he sighed in defeat and his friends started making fun of him saying that he was in love and that he would probably cry in the bathroom after he took you home.

“You mean really cry or crying with his dick out?” And that was enough to make Hoseok throw himself in the armchair laughing out loud, Taehyung spat his own drink and Jungkook started to laugh, using one hand to hide his face embaressed with your sentence. You were less innocent than they thought.

The way home was filled with laughter and you singing the entire discography of The Neighborhood. When he stopped in front of your house, he turned off the engine and turned the music down. You looked at each other. His eyes alternated between your eyes and your mouth, and he finally had the courage to move his torso towards you, slowly, letting you watch his movements and stop him if you wanted him to stop, but you didn't. You let him approach you and finally touch your lips with his.

You stayed a few seconds like that, your whole body trembling, until finally you pressed your lips against his, and opened your mouth a little, letting his tongue slide against yours.

The first kiss was quiet, you could hear him breathing hard, almost like he wanted to control himself. His hand, which was on your cheek, slid towards the back of your neck, his fingers digging into your hair and pulling it lightly, making you moan between his lips, which triggered something inside him, making him deepen the kiss that was now full of lust and desire.

"You taste so good." He whispered, biting your lip and pulling, before kissing again, taking a hand to your waist, squeezing it, with the intention of pulling you into his lap, but you stopped him, breaking the kiss and moving your face away. He opened his eyes abruptly, bewildered, then his eyes turned away from you in disappointment, his jaw clenched, perhaps feeling guilty. He was obviously going too fast. "Sorry, I..."

"Do you want to come in?" You asked and it truly took you by surprise. His dark eyes lit up with lust and his pants, which were baggy and comfortable, were now causing him discomfort in his private parts. He raised an eyebrow, wondering if he had really heard what you said. "But we can't make any noise, my parents are at home."

"Apparently, I'm will have to gag you." He laughed and attacked your mouth again.

You were still wearing Jungkook's jacket, but you carried Jimin's cap and jacket in your hands. Upon entering your house, you did your best not to make a noise while walking up the stairs, you both took off your shoes, stepping on tiptoe, walking slowly down the hall until you entered your room. You locked the door behind you and left your shoes in the corner of the room. You put your cap on the dresser where you kept your lingerie, on top of some jewelry and some makeup products that you had used to get ready to go out with your friends. You threw Jimin's jacket into the closet, and finally looked at Jungkook who was sitting in your bed, his hands resting on the mattress as he watched you from head to toe.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" He whispered with a frown, as you started to undress, taking off piece by piece, slowly, giving him a show, a show he always dreamed of seeing. And with every piece of clothing you dropped on the floor, he wondered in his mind if that was really true and not one of the erotic dreams he used to have about you.

When you took your hands back, opening your bra and letting it slide from your arms to the floor, Jungkook whispered a curse and moved uncomfortably in place, swallowing hard at the sight of your breasts. When your fingers reached for your red lace panties, he held his breath, watching you slowly push it down, sliding down your legs until you were completely naked. This was paradise for him.

Jeon stood up, he took off his plaid blouse and threw it on the floor before reaching the collar of his black blouse and pulling it up, without ceremony, showing his six pack, making you rub your thighs and bite your lips, getting even more anxious. When he finally brought his fingers to the waistband of his pants, you found yourself walking towards him and holding his hands, making him stop. Jungkook looked at your face, looking for any sign of hesitation or regret, but instead, he found excitement, lust. You knelt in front of him, holding the waistband of his pants and pulling it down, taking his underwear with it, your mouth starting to salivate at the sight of his hard, thick cock.

You held it, listening to a low murmur from Jeon who kept his eyes on you. You squeezed it lightly and moved your hand up and down, massaging him, while he bit his lip, stifling his moans. And when your lips touched the tip, Jungkook blew out of his lungs and watched how you sucked it, how you swallowed it, how you made it wet. He threw his head back with his eyes closed and one of his hands landed on your head, grabbing your hair, moving his hips towards your mouth in tune until he was fucking you throat causing you to choke for a few seconds, completely forgetting that if you made too much noise, your parents could wake up and he would be screwed.

“Fuck, babe. You're driving me crazy. ” He whispered hoarsely, looking down at you again, and the look in your eyes only made him even more hard. "Come here." He called to you with his hands and you stood up. Jungkook placed one hand on your waist and the other on your neck, squeezing lightly as he walked backwards, falling sitting on the bed. He broke the kiss and lay down on the bed, holding your waist and pulling you forward. Soon he had his head between your thighs and his tongue and lips in your pussy, you put your hands back, spreading them on his chest and he moved his hands up your belly until they were holding your breasts, massaging them while squeezing and pulling on your nipples.

The pressure he made with his tongue on you clit, using his lips to pinch it lightly, was making your core tighten and turn. The pleasure was unparalleled with anything else, it was inexplicable. Swallowing your moans, and controlling your muscles that were beginning to want to get out of control, you bit your lip and started to move your hips, grinding your pussy against his mouth. Jeon laughed and increased the speed and pressure of your tongue, which made you roll your eyes and arch your back. It was too much, if you didn't get out of there, your mouth would end up giving you away.

You patted his arm, as a sign for him to let go of your breasts, so you can get off him, but he didn’t obey, because instead of just letting go of your breasts, he dropped his hands up to your thighs, holding you over his mouth. At that moment you lost control of your breathing, panting violently and biting your lips hard, while he stimulated you with his tongue. He found it so sexy when you held your own breasts and threw your head back when you started to come.

"Fuck." You whispered, your body starting to shake when the hot pain reached its peak and you held his hands on your thigh, shaking your head in denial, with your eyes closed tightly, as he continued to overstimulate you. "Please. I can't do it anymore. I'm going to scream." Your voice was cut off and desperate.

When he finally released you, you fell on the bed next to him, curling and placing your face against the sheet, trying to control your spasms. Jeon got out of bed, grabbing his pants, reaching into his pocket and taking out a condom packet.

"Are you alright?" He whispered in your direction and you laughed in agreement. "Do you want to continue?"

"Yes please." You said with sensuality in your voice, and Jeon gasped, tearing the package with his teeth and placing it on his dick. You, on the other hand, watched him from the bed, lying with your back against the mattress. He climbed back onto the bed, and crawled until his hips were between your legs and his hands beside your head.

"Raise your arms, place them next to your head." He ordered and you obeyed. Then he held your hands, intertwining your fingers as he positioned himself and pushed into you. You opened your mouth to moan, but he went faster and kissed you, putting his tongue in your mouth and not letting you make a noise. Jeon started to move slowly, your thighs at his waist. His movements were slow, but deep, they were short but strong, they were intense, and with each thrust you tightened a little more around his cock. "Your pussy is so tight, babe. So soft around my cock." And he lowered his lips to your neck. You moaned as you felt him nibbling at your skin, biting your lips, as he moved slowly over you.

Before Jungkook you never thought you would be able to come while sex was so slow, but as soon as you felt your core tighten, you stuck your face in the curve of his neck. He laughed. He wanted to increase the speed, he wanted to pump hard into you, make you scream, but he couldn't, or your bed would make a lot of noise and in two seconds your father would be running after him with a knife down the street. But just being there, fucking you, feeling your body, listening to your whining and whispers, that was enough to take him to heaven.

"Fuck, I'm going to come." He growled. “Fuck babe.”

"You want to grab a coffee?" It was almost six in the morning when you asked Jeon. He had his arms around his waist and you had your head on his chest. You heard him laugh, his chest swaying with laughter.

“Yeah, why not? We are already awake.”

You spent Sunday together running around the city, and you didn't take out your cell phone for a second to talk to any of your friends, you didn't have time because your hands were always busy touring Jungkook's body just as his hands were on your body.  At one point you found yourself together in the city arcade, doing a Just Dance competition, betting who would be the most embarrassed, and it was obviously you because Jungkook was a wonderful dancer.

At night you said goodbye with a kiss and agreed to meet at school the next day.

You didn't know what to do or how to tell your friends about it.

You were so tired from the weekend that you ended up waking up late, missing your first class at school. After being able to explain to the principal why you were late, using a lie of course, you entered the hallway of your locker seconds before the signal for the break signaling the end of the first period hit and the corridor was filled with students.

"Girl, where were you?" Selina, the brunette, asked, approaching with Ariela, the redhead. You snorted, stuffing your books into the closet, and and slamming the door closed, before turning to your friends.

"I lost the time. I didn't hear my alarm clock.”

"Did something happen?" Ariela asked a concerned face. "You look tense."

“Yeah, and where were you yesterday? We called you all day, Jimin almost had a heart attack wanting to talk to you, but we couldn't talk to you at all.” Selina asked and you swallowed. Should you tell them what happened between you and Jungkook? Would they judge you? Would they fight with you? Would they be mad at you? They were your friends after all, they wouldn't do that, right?

“Hey Miss Pristine.” Someone's voice caught your attention and as you turned towards that voice, you saw Hoseok and Taehyung walking down the hall, both had provocative smiles on their faces and looked at you. Oh boy. "Or should we call you Jeon Jungkook's New Girl?" Jung raised his eyebrow teasingly while Taehyung laughed pointing at the obvious features of surprise on your friends faces.

"See you at lunch." Taehyung said waving in your direction and hitting a high five with Hoseok while both continued to walk with style and calmly, as if they hadn't just dropped a time bomb in your hands. Slowly your friends turned towards you, all waiting for you to explain what had just happened, but even before you opened your mouth to say something the signal for the next class hit and you felt relieved.

"I'll explain later." You said it and practically ran up the stairs to the second floor where your class would take place, praying that you wouldn't clash with Jimin or any of your other friends, afraid that the gossip was already starting to spread. You knew you hadn't done anything wrong, but you still felt guilty. When entering the room, the tension completely left your shoulders when you looked at the back of the room and saw Jungkook sitting on the last desk, his arms resting on the table, he was wearing headphones and his cell phone was on top of his book.

When he felt that someone was looking at him, Jungkook looked up, his face lit up with a smile when he saw you. Something was wrong, why did you feel butterflies in your stomach every time you saw that smile? You composed yourself when you saw that some of the students there were looking strangely in your direction, because you were standing like a dead body right in front of the door, then you walked towards your table, which consequently was next to his.

As you sat down, you looked in his direction and nodded before opening your book. Jeon took off his headphones and placed them on the table before reaching for you and grabbing the bottom of your chair, pulling and dragging you close to him, causing you to widen your eyes and use one of the hands to hold the arm that was pulling you, not wanting to fall off the chair. The other students who were already in the room and those who were entering, looked confused at you as Jeon released the chair and used that same arm to hug you by the shoulders and kiss the corner of you mouth, making you blush.

"You're late. What's it? Did I make you too tired yesterday?” He demanded, whispering close to your ear, and you shivered all over.

"The other students are staring." You whispered and he laughed softly, taking a look around before grabbing your chin and making you look at him, who had a provocative look.

"Are you ashamed of me?"

"No, of course not, but... Look, I still haven't talked to my friends about what happened and not even Jimin..."

"I thought you said he wasn't your boyfriend." He countered, arching an eyebrow, his eyes darkening again and you didn't even notice when you held your breath. "If he is not your boyfriend, why do you have to explain yourself to him?" You opened your mouth to answer it, but the math teacher's voice caught your eye, and you moved your head, looking at the man in his late thirties placing his briefcase on the table in front of the class. "We can talk about this later." Jungkook's voice said and before you could even look at him, he took his hand back to the chair and pushed you back into place.

The class was tense, you had never been so nervous in the presence of someone, but it still wasn't a bad nervous, you didn't feel bad around him, just anxious. But eager for what? You didn't know. Maybe you were anxious to know that you have to talk to your friends about it, or because you didn't know what Jimin's reaction would be. Maybe you wanted to have sex again with Jungkook, or were you just anxious for him to say that what you had was just a joke and that he didn't want you anymore, so maybe you would have less problems, but obviously you would have less fun too. Not that your friends or Jimin were not fun, but with Jungkook was different.

When the bell for the third period rang, Jungkook was one of the first to get up to leave the room, but first he threw a piece of paper on your desk, marching out of the room without looking back. You raised your eyebrow and while you closed your book, you read what was written, unwittingly rubbing your thighs together.

'I can't stop thinking about the night I spent at your house. Every time I remember your cunt tightening around my cock, I get hard and completely crazy with desire. I am looking forward to the next time. '

"I am screwed." You whispered before you banged your head against your book.

In the next period, you were running around the football field in your physical education class. Ariela and Selina were at your side and made no effort to contain the shock on their faces when you finished telling them why you were gone on Sunday and why Jeon's friends were interacting with you.

"Okay, I congratulate you for having sex with one of the hottest guys in the world, but what the fuck did you have in mind to go alone to a place with them?" The brunette scolded you. "They could have drugged you and raped you."

"They are not animals, and if you want to know, I really had fun with them."

"Okay, but what about Jimin?" Ariela asked and you looked at her confused. "When he finds out that you cheated on him, in your bed, in your room, where he hasn't even entered yet, he'll freak out."

“I didn't cheat on Jimin. We're not even dating, it's not like I owe him an explanation.” You shrugged, continuing to run, starting to get upset about that subject. "Why does everyone think I date Jimin?"

“You’re always together, you always wear his baseball team jacket and the cap too. Not to mention that most of the breaks, or studies in the library, he was kissing you in front of everyone. So people figured it out.” Selina explained, stopping running and putting her hands on her knees, tired. So you decided to sit in the stands to get some rest. "But the million-dollar question is, is he good in bed?"

You laughed hiding your face in your hands before you agreed and they started asking for details.

After the bell rang, you went to the women's locker room to shower and change. All the girls finished off quickly and went to the canteen for lunch while you decided to spend some more time enjoying the hot water, since you weren't that hungry.

After finishing the bath, you wrapped the towel around your body and walked towards your locker. You could hear the locker room door being opened and closed soon after. Thinking it was probably just one of the girls, you didn't bother checking, just grabbed your clothes from the closet to get dressed, but you jumped back a few inches when Jungkook came into your view.

He carried a pretentious look and a malicious smile on his devilishly perfect face, and you automatically hugged your own body that was covered with the towel, trying to ignore how tempting he was. He, on the other hand, would never ignore the fact that you were irresistible with just that white towel covering you.

"Someone can catch you here." You said, clearing your throat, trying not to rub your thighs together for the thousandth time that day. He tipped his head slightly before propping himself up in one of the cabinets, without taking his eyes off you.

"Are you worried that they'll caught me in the women's locker room, or are you worried that they'll caught me with you?"

“Both? Either way, we're both going to get in trouble.” You sighed and Jeon smiled. Oh boy, he was up to something.

He pushed himself away from the locker, and started walking towards you, his eyes locked on yours, and with every step closer he was to you, the heavier your breathing became, until he was finally inches from your body, his hands on your face and his mouth brushing against yours.

“So I better make it worthwhile.”

And then he kissed you, a calm and sweet kiss, a deep kiss, making your desire for him intensify. You put your hands on his shoulders, until you were hugging him around the neck, It was so different with him, you felt like you could kiss him until your lips were hurt, you felt like you could, and wanted to kiss him forever.

“Let me make you forget that rich fuckboy.” He whispered, his teeth nibbling on your lip, while his hands went to your hips. You didn't say a word, just nodded. You couldn't resist him and it was still the second day since you started go out with him. You didn't even want to think about how you would be on all fours for him in the next few days. You would fall hard.

"You don't have to make me forget anyone." You had the courage to speak. Jungkook opened his eyes and stared into yours. "I can't stop thinking about you since yesterday."

"I'm glad we feel the same way." He whispered before picking ypu up and carrying you to the back of the locker room, placing you on the floor behind the last row of cabinets. He plucked the towel from your body, throwing it on the floor, before pushing you against the cold iron of one of the doors, making you moan, grabbing your face with one hand while the other tucked itself between your hair. "We don't have much time, so I'll just make you come and later, I'll fuck you, yeah?"

“Okay.”

You swallowed hard when he started to drag his lips across your skin, stopping for a moment on your nipples before licking your belly and finally kneeling in front of you. Jungkook kissed your thigh before placing it on his shoulder. He felt water in his mouth as he looked at how your pussy was already wet for him, and the urge he had to put you on your back and fuck you hard was almost unbearable.

When his lips came in contact with your swollen clit, you had to bite your hand to keep from groaning too loudly and ending up attracting the attention of any student who was passing through the locker room at the time. That was the most stupid and dangerous thing you had ever done. If you were caught, you would both be expelled, probably accused of indecent exposure and arrested, so you could say goodbye to your perfect grades and college. But on the other hand it was the most delicious thing you had ever done. The fear, the danger of being caught only made your lust increase and your libido soar, and Jungkook felt it in you, because you were dripping, twice as wet.

“Please Jungkook.” You whimpered, and he took his mouth off you for just a minute, enough for you to complain quietly, missing the touch of his tongue.

"Talk to me, babe. What do you want?"

"Please make me come." You murmured and if he hadn’t the jacket on, you would see the hairs on his muscular arms stand up with your hoarse, horny voice. At your request, Jungkook sucked your clit again, letting you hold his hair and control the speed at which he did it. His tongue circled your point, while his lips pressed it, sending signals and spasms to your body that became stronger and more intense with every second, until you finally pour into his mouth with a low, long moan, feeling your muscles relax, and if he didn't have his hands on your waist, holding you, you probably would have fallen to the floor, because you felt like your legs were jelly.

Jungkook left the locker room first, but only after making sure that you were okay. You took another quick shower, and got dressed, leaving the room, still feeling your cheeks burning with embarrassment, you had no idea how you were going to face your friends after that.

When you entered the school cafeteria and tried your best to look like everything was normal, but the first thing you saw as you walked towards the table where you used to sit with your friends, was Jungkook's look at you and that made you feel your legs numb.

"Hey Miss Pristine." Taehyung's voice sounded and was followed by him throwing an arm around your shoulders, making you look at him with a smile. "You're going to sit with us today, aren't you?" He didn't even wait for you to agree or decline the proposal and practically dragged you over to the table where the other two were at, pulling out a chair for you right next to Jungkook. He, on the other hand, raised his eyebrow, looking up at you, as if challenging you to something. So you just sat down, making him smile and several students start whispering and asking each other what you, Park Jimin's untouchable girl were doing with those punks. "What do you want to eat? I'm going to get our lunch ... Okay, it doesn't matter, I'm going to bring everyone's Monday special." And so he marched away, making you blink in confusion. Since when was there a 'Monday special' in that canteen?

“You know, (Y/N).” Hoseok's voice caught your attention and your head turned towards him. “You look much better without that damn jacket.”

“Indeed.” Jeon agreed.

"Hm, (Y/N)?" You froze when you heard that voice. You had completely forgotten about Jimin. You saw the eyes of Jeon and Hoseok leave you and look at the one who was practically standing next to you. You cursed yourself mentally before moving your face and raising your head a little and looking at the blond boy who looked totally confused. "What are you doing?"

Jungkook scoffed, letting out a sarcastic laugh and looked at Hoseok. "Apparently, he's blind."

And while his friend was laughing, you turned wide-eyed to Jungkook, and Jimin blinked a few times.

"What did you say?"

"Did I stuttered?" Jungkook questioned, looking back at the blond boy who didn't seem happy with Jeon's petulance. Jimin knowing that starting an argument wasn't going to get him anywhere, so he just rolled his eyes and looked back at you who felt tiny at the time.

"We were waiting for you at our table. Why did you sit here? I didn't know you were friends with these guys."

"She owes you no explanation, man." Jeon's voice said and you could see when a vein in Jimin's neck popped out and he swallowed his saliva before turning around with an angry look at the boy next to you. His eyes were slightly wide, his lips were pressed, and his face was beginning to redden, not a good sign. You had seen Jimin nervous a few times, and every time it was in the games he played in, and it was sincerely terrifying to see him angry. You were always afraid when he was in that state. But what you didn't know is that Jungkook was not afraid and that he could be a thousand times more terrifying. "I mean, you're not even her boyfriend, so." Jungkook teased with a smile and Jimin frowned, slowly placing his clenched fists on the table and bending down to be the same height as the other. It was already beginning to attract the attention of the other students who were watching in silence.

"Who told you that I'm not her boyfriend, asshole?" He asked, slowly. Jungkook leaned forward and propped his arms on the table.

"She did, asshole."

And Jimin's eyes moved towards you like lightning. You didn't know what was hovering over his eyes at the time, but they were empty, and it scared you, scared that maybe you really hurt him.

“We need to talk.” You finally got the courage to speak.

“Please tell me this is not true.” Jimin said after you finished telling everything that had happened between you and Jungkook within two days. You guys were sitting in the bleachers and he was looking at you as if you had just committed the worst crime in history. "How could you do this to me, (Y/N)?"

"What do you mean by that, Jimin? I didn't cheat on you or anything.” You said, as offended as he was. "How was I supposed to guess that you thought we were dating? You never even asked me to date."

"I thought I didn't have to, come on. We already spent most of the time together and I wasn't seeing anyone else but you." He stood up, moving away from you a little, hands on his hips and breathing through his mouth. He felt betrayed, but deep down he knew he was wrong, and that he shouldn't be demanding anything from you, after all it was his mistake to never make his feelings and intentions clear to you.

"Jimin, I'm sorry ..."

"No, it's not your fault." He interrupted you, turning in your direction, seeing how shrunken you were. He knew you well enough to know that you only looked that way if you felt really bad about something. "I just ..." He closed his eyes tightly. "I'm really in love with you, (Y/N)." And so he opened his eyes and looked at you, seeing the shock that his confession had caused you. You didn't really expect that, so your only reaction was to lower your head and face your own hands. And that didn't surprise him at all. He knew from the beginning that you didn't feel the same way, so he had been preparing for rejection for a long time, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. "But I think you love someone else."

"It’s nothing like that ..." You lifted your head. "I barely know him, okay? It was a moment thing, I don't think I'm liking him or anything."

"But even so, what you felt for him was strong enough for you to take him to your room, (Y/N)." The boy said, hurt, frowning. "We were together for more than 3 months and I never even stepped on the second floor of your home." You lowered your head again, biting your lips, not holding to see the hurt look on his face. Even if you didn't like him the way he wanted to, you still adored him.

Both were silent. There was nothing to be said. It wouldn't do any good for the two of you to start discussing an issue that wouldn't get anywhere, it wouldn't do any good to start fighting with each other, it would only hurt his feelings and yours too.

The boy ran a hand through his hair, tilting his head back, staring at the sky that was previously sunny, starting to get cloudy, just like his heart. Jimin bit his lips a few times thinking if he just left without saying anything else or if he would say anything more.

"Please, give me back my jacket and my cap." He said, making you look again at him who kept his eyes on the sky. "I don’t think we should continue to use couple clothes since we have never been one." His voice came out full of hurt and spite, even though he didn't want to show that that was what he was feeling at that moment.

You opened your mouth to say something, but realized you had nothing to say, so you just mumbled a okay and stood up, turning to leave. walking towards the school entrance, but as soon as you heard something, you stopped walking and turned back, your heart breaking when you saw Jimin sitting down and hugging his head, hiding his face in his arms while crying compulsively. Your reflex was to go to him and hug him, to comfort him, as you had done in the last few months when he was sad about something and wept for it. Jimin was a very sensitive guy, and you loved that side of him. But at that moment you couldn't do that, you had no right to do that, because you were the reason for that cry, you had hurt him.

You then turned your back, your chest aching and wanting to burst into tears for hurting an incredible person like him, feeling like the worst person in the world.

What have you done?

The Storm - 1

— pairing |Taehyung/reader x Witch!ReaderxHuman!Taehyung — word c |12,700 — genre |Fantasy / Witch Au! / Dark au! Angst, eventualy smut. — summary |Soulmates are destined to be together. Everyone you knew, had already found the love of their lives, but you were still alone, until the day you found a lost human, wandering alone on your side of the border. Witches shouldn’t fall in love with humans, but that guy dressed as a royal knight was too irresistible, even for a powerful being like you. — warnings/tags |Adult content, Violence, low slang words, blood, death. — A/N | The idea for this story came to me from a dream I had with Taehyung. If that interests you, please enjoy it and don't forget to reblog. Any error or comment, my inbox is open to all of you.

You love nature. The sweet sound of birds, the fresh air that the beautiful and ancient trees provided, the relaxing sound of leaves and branches moving in the cool breeze. You loved that place. You loved the noise that the waterfall that was almost in the garden of your house made, you were happy there, but not as happy as your friends. Everyone in the neighborhood, all his friends who were of legal age, in human age, had met their peers, their loves, their soul mates. But you, you were there, sitting under one of the trees that was right in front of your home's balcony, watching the sunset, alone, once again.

Sometimes you wondered if your soul mate was really there, in that village, or maybe in one of the others around the world. Would you ever really find the one who would warm your heart and caress you before going to sleep? Or were you the only witch in the community, destined to be alone for eternity?

"Are you daydreaming again?" A voice said at your side and you moved your head a little to look at the black-haired man who was standing beside you, with a serene smile on his face.

"You know me so well, Hobi." You smiled at him. Hoseok was one of your best friends, he was a Warlock, one of the most powerful and wise in the village, as your father and grandfather were. He was the leader of the community of extraordinary beings, so powerful that even the wolves and vampires who lived in that area respected him and would never think of disobeying him. He was also your older brother. Both were pure-blooded, your parents, your grandparents, your great-grandparents, they had all ruled and guided that community to peace since their name was in charge.

He had that innocent smile, that happy face, but everyone knew that when he was angry, neither the gods would be able to calm him down or save the one who was the target of his fury.

“You should come in. You know today is a full moon night, wolves are dangerous.” He said lowering himself beside you. You shrugged and looked at him amused.

“Hoseok, none of them would have the courage to attack me. And you would kill them if they touched your little sister. ”

"Yeah, but it is better not to risk it, I don't want to have to break their bones one by one if they scratch you."

"If they scratched me, would I become half a werewolf and half a witch?" You asked as you stood up. The boy laughed.

"If you were half blood, yes, but you are a pure-blooded witch, vampire or werewolf bite does not affect us."

"I should have known that."

And so you entered your log cabin, while your brother walked calmly to his, which was a few meters from yours, being greeted by a hug from his beloved. You sighed looking at them through the window before sitting on the railing, wishing that someday it could be you who was received by your love's embrace.

Sitting on your living room floor, in front of your fireplace and next to your bookcase, you took your Grimoire, the one you no longer needed because you finally learned to use your mind to control your powers and not spells, just to leaf through it, bored. There was not much to do at night there. So soon you fell asleep.

You didn't know what had happened, but something made you wake up in a jump. You had your back propped up on your couch and the Grimoire fell beside you. You could hear the howling of wolves far into the forest, something normal on nights with a full moon, where they transformed into their real form to sing the moon. But there seemed to be something wrong, your body said it, your skin felt it, chills every two seconds. In the distance you seemed to be capturing something, a sound that made no sense to you, but that had made you curious.

Getting up, you walked to the window, pulling the curtain aside and looking out, seeing everything being lit only by the moonlight. And so you felt again, a shiver down your spine that made you shiver.

Opening the cabin door, a violent breeze hit your body, the smell was different, it was like you were breathing... blood. Looking towards Hoseok's house, the candle lights were off, you thought about going to him and telling him what you were feeling, but something made you turn the other way. It wasn't a voice, it wasn't a scream, but it was a sound that seemed to be calling you. You stepped off the porch, the grass under your feet seemed to recede, the ground was shaky. What was happening?

Without thinking twice you started walking, towards the entrance to the forest that was not far from where you lived. As you moved further in, the more the moonlight became scarce, the tall trees and their branches full of leaves prevented you from seeing properly, so you raised your hand, a purple flame coming out of it, your eyes getting the same color, allowing you to see where you were going. You always liked that color and what its meaning for a Warlock. Purple stimulates contact with the spiritual side, providing purification of body and mind, and the release of fears and other concerns. It is the color of transformation. Hoseok liked to say that this were your color because you were always the calmest of the family, the most restless, the one who always succeeded in meditating, while he always failed to stay focused.

Once again you heard, felt what was calling you, causing you to change paths quickly, going in the direction that your sixth sense ordered you. You could smell that blood again, it was stronger. Someone or something was badly hurt, bleeding heavily.

Not far from where you were, you started to see two huge animals facing each other. Two wolves. One had caramel hair while the other was all black. You could feel and identify all the wolves that lived in your village, and those two, you had never seen them. You certainly didn't know them, they should be from another pack, from another part of the forest, they certainly shouldn't be there.

Hundreds of years ago, a pact had been made between the three borders. Humans should be on their side, benevolent mystical beings as you and your village on one side and aggressive mystical beings on the other. Anyone who broke the pact and entered forbidden territory could be punished by the leader of the invaded border and even risk a war between the borders. So what were they doing there? They snarled at each other, making you frown. Was it an alpha fight?

You took another step, stepping on a branch that broke under your weight and both heads turned towards you. You froze in the same second, while they both stared at you silently. The wolf with the light fur had blood in its mouth and on its paws as well. And looking at the black wolf, he didn't seem to be hurt, but the smell of blood was still there, and it didn't come from any of them. Looking down to the side a little bit, you finally realized where the blood was coming from. At the foot of a giant Willow tree, among its roots was a fallen man, he was still conscious and was pointing a silver sword towards the animals.

He used one hand to hold his belly, his pants were full of tears and blood too. And even if you couldn't see his fully face, you saw that there was blood spattered all over and he was shaking violently.

 Your senses hit the same minute, you needed to help him.

"You shouldn't be here, you are on forbidden land, get out of here, leave this man alone and I promise not to hurt you." You said adjusting your posture, moving towards them. The wolf with blood in its mouth snarled in your direction, and the black wolf snarled at him. He didn't seem to think twice before howling in your direction and growling, dragging his front paws on the ground in warning, like saying he would attack if you didn't get out of there. You raised your hands, both glowing in purple flame, your eyes too, getting into a defensive position. You were not afraid to fight, you were not afraid of them.

When he started to attack, the black wolf jumped in front of him, preventing him from proceeding. They both grunted at each other, while you were still in defense mode, confused by the black wolf's reaction. The other then turned and ran away. The black wolf looked back in your direction and you could have sworn you saw an apologetic look in his eyes before he sailed away into the darkness.

You ran towards the man who was no longer awake, kneeling beside him. As soon as the purple flame lit up his face, you felt like your heart stopped beating and started running again. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life. His long hair was light blond, with a grayish tinge, and covered part of his eyes.. His face was perfectly drawn in every detail. He was dressed like a royal guard, and his blood smelled human. And again that night you felt confused, looking around, wondering why there was a human on your part of the border, and why those wolves were there too. Was he being chased and lost himself there, trying to escape?

You saw the claw wound in his stomach, the torn, blood-soaked tissue. If you didn't heal him, he would either die from bleeding, or he would turn into a werewolf in a few hours. You didn't have much of a choice. Putting your hand over the wound, you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, letting your mind clear, and using your powers, his skin was closing, wounds healing, as well as the wounds on his thighs. In the end, you fell sitting on the floor next to him, watching his breathing begin to normalize while your vision blurred for a few seconds. Healing spells were the most difficult to do, you always ended up spending a lot of your energy on them.

You couldn't stay there or leave him there either, those wolves could come back anytime, and pausing for a moment to think about your options, you cursed internally when choosing the option that would probably get you into a lot of trouble. Then you stood up, taking his sword with one hand, extending your other hand towards the man, a thick, purple smoke surrounding the boy's body, making him float in the air, his hair flying and moving as you guided him to your home, laying him on your bed, lighting some candles around the bed to keep everything warm.

You watched him for a moment before leaving the bedroom and looking out the living room window to see if everything was normal.

There was a human in your bed. Hoseok would kill you when he found out.

(...)

The boy opened his eyes slowly and stared at the wooden ceiling, his mind gradually processing what had happened before he went out. He then moved his head, looking around the small room in which he was staying, there were flowers everywhere, candles burning too, daylight was beginning to appear through the window and the smell of strawberries invaded his nostrils. He then looked at his own stomach, he was not bleeding anymore. The hole in his shirt was there, but the blood was starting to dry. Pulling up the hem of his shirt, he noticed that his skin was no longer torn, he was healed. As he sat down, he watched his sword still soiled with blood resting against the wall.

He heard no noise other than the birds singing outside the house. He remembered few things from last night. He remembers walking in the forest, chasing a man, remembers being attacked by wolves, remembers one of them tearing his stomach with his teeth and his legs with the nails of his paws. He remembers seeing a purple light coming on and then he went out.

He then turned his face towards the door, which was covered by a white cloth curtain. He had to get out of there. He stood up, no longer feeling the unbearable pain he was feeling before, and took his sword, lifting it and walking slowly towards that door.  After taking a deep breath, he finally pushed the cloth and entered a living room, the fireplace was lit, the door was closed and there was no one there.  He couldn't waste any time, so he walked towards the door, opening and looking at a large field with some wooden huts scattered around. A village. He thought.

"You did what?" Hoseok shouted in your direction. When day broke, the first thing you did was go to your brother's hut and tell him what had happened last night. And while Runy, his wife was making breakfast, he got up possessed from the couch, looking at you with wide and furious eyes. You weren't surprised, you knew he would have that reaction. "Are you crazy? Did you want what? Give me a heart attack? To be killed? Are you aware of the danger you were in? Are you aware of the danger that you are still running leaving a human to sleep in your bed?”

"What did you want me to do? Let the wolves kill him? Did you want me to let him turn into a werewolf and return to the kingdom?”

"Well, duh." He said aggressively, stopping pacing and looking at you.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. "Hoseok, if a human turn into a werewolf and goes back to the Kingdom, they would see this as a threat and they would declare war on us. It would be a bloodbath."

"I understand that, (Y/N). But why didn't you let the wolves kill him?" He asked trying to remain calm. "If you had killed one of those wolves, or if they had hurt you, we would be going to war with the Urdinok clan. And that would be a bloodbath."

"Hoseok, they were on our land, on our side of the border, I had the right to defend myself and if I needed to kill them to protect that human, I would.” You said more aggressive than you should. Hoseok frowned at you as you yourself sank in curiosity as to why you were feeling so furious about it.

"HELP." A scream from outside the cabin made you jump and stand, turning towards the door. Runy was startled and released the eggs in her hand, letting them fall to the floor. You heard howling from the field in front of the house. Hoseok's eyes turned orange as he walked towards the door, it was a sign that he was going into defense or attack mode. You did the same, letting your eyes glow purple, following him out of the cabin.

To your surprise, the human was awake and was standing in front of the house, with his sword raised towards two wolves. The light hair was Namjoon, while the most yellow hair was Seokjin. Both benevolent wolves who lived in harmony with you in that village.

"Put the sword down." Hoseok said walking towards the human who immediately turned to the voice. You saw that his eyes were frightened, but he didn't show it in his facial expression.

"Where am I? Who are you? How did I get here?" He demanded, while alternating in aiming the sword at the wolves and at Hoseok.

"I said." Hoseok began, in a low voice, raising his hand towards the boy, his hand glowing in orange flames. "Put the sword down, now." He growled, slowly closing his fingers.

The human began to pant, bringing his free hand up to his throat, starting to cough, until he was falling on his knees on the floor, looking for air. You didn't know what was going on, but seeing him that way, made you lose your breath too, making you force your lungs, pulling hard on the air that didn't enter your nostrils. You didn't realize what you were doing, until you raised your hand towards Hoseok, hitting him with a purple fireball on his back, making him fly forward, falling face down on the grass. Breaking the effect that he had on the human, who had fallen to the ground, breathing normally again.

Hoseok rolled over and sat on the floor, running his hand over his face, pulling the grass he had almost swallowed from his lips, looking at you, ready to lecture you and ask why the hell you did that. Until he saw your condition. You were on your knees on the porch wood, one hand on your throat, recovering from the shortness of breath you had felt.

You then got up and walked towards the human who was still lying on the grass, while the wolves transformed into their humanoid form, both confused by your reaction. You kneeled down next to him, and he looked at you for a second before passing out again.

"What the hell happened here?" Namjoon asked, looking at Hoseok who had wide eyes, staring at you standing up, wrapping the human's body again with the purple haze, lifting him back into his house.

“Fuck.” It was all Hoseok managed to say before he got up and followed you.

(...)

"No, this is not true." You mocked your brother after they both calmed down and sat in the room to talk. "He is not my soul mate, he is a human."

"So what's the other explanation for why you ran out of breath when I was suffocating him? And why would you attack your own brother to protect a human?"

You didn't have an explanation for that. You didn't even know why you seemed to have been guided to him last night. You didn't know how to explain what you felt when you first looked at him. But you knew it couldn't happen. Witches couldn’t fall in love with humans, it was strictly forbidden the direct or indirect relationship, loving or not, between human beings and mystical beings.

What would you do? If he really was your soul mate, how would you explain that to him? How would you explain yourself to the Council and the rest of your friends? You haven't even talked to him yet. This wouldn’t work. You knew it wouldn't work.

(...)

For the second time that day, the boy opened his eyes and faced that same wooden ceiling. He sat up at once, feeling his throat hurt a little. The sword was in the same place as before. And now, looking at the door covered by the white curtain, he heard noises coming from there. Once again he stood up, wielding his sword, passing through that door, seeing the same living room as before, but now there was a woman standing by the door, in front of a wood stove.

"You don’t need that." You said when you felt he was there. The boy frowned, standing still, with the sword still in his hands. "If I wanted to hurt you, I would have left you to die in the forest." And so you turned towards him, the boy immediately let his arm fall, lowering his sword when he saw your beautiful eyes. “And I would have let my brother kill you a few hours ago.”

And the memories of a few hours ago came back to him, there was a Warlock whose eyes were bright oranges, who tried to make him suffocate, and there you were, your eyes shining purple, your hands too. You were the same person he saw in the forest. The person who had saved him. But now he could see only an innocent girl with caramel eyes.

“Which makes me curious why you were in the forest, on the wrong side of your border. You are dressed as a knight of the Queen; you must know that it is forbidden for any human to enter these surroundings.”

"You are a witch.!?" With the intonation of his voice, you didn't know whether he was saying it or asking it.

“Yes! And you are a human.” You said it in an obvious tone.

"Why did you help me?" He asked, letting his eyebrows fall in doubt.

"Why wouldn't I?" He fell silent, looking for an answer to that question.

"You are a being of evil, of darkness, you and your kind curse good people and you have been doing this for centuries."

"Wow, your queen's propaganda about us is pretty heavy." You laughed scornfully, turning back to the stove and putting out the flame. Letting him stand there while you put some soup in a bowl and placed it on the table, gesturing for him to sit. "Eat, you lost a lot of blood yesterday, you need to energy."

"Why are you helping me?" He asked suspiciously, without moving again. Because you're basically my soul mate. You thought. "What you want? My soul or something?”

"Boy, not all mystical creature is evil. Yes, there are wolves, witches and vampires who only seek to do evil, but in this place, we are not like that. We witches don't curse humans, vampires here don't try to drink your blood and wolves don't want to eat your hearts.”

"Oh yes? And those in the forest weren’t from here?”

"No, they came from the dark part of the forest, they are not from this village and they shouldn't be roaming our territory."

"So, you are not a bad witch?" He asked, leaving suspicion a little aside and you nodded.

“I told you, if I wanted to do you harm, I wouldn't have saved you from them yesterday. I risked a war between our peoples defending you, even if they were in forbidden territory.” You said it and then waved again at the soup. “Please eat, you need to eat if you want to get better. When it is over, I will take you to the border to return to your kingdom.”

The boy bit his lip and decided that you really didn't want to hurt him, he nodded, walking towards the table, sitting down and picking up the cutlery. He took a deep breath, smelled the soup and smiled; it was very appetizing, very different from the food his parents once said the witches ate.

"What is your name?" He asked.

"(Y/N), and yours?"

"My name is Kim Taehyung."

(...)

After Taehyung ate, you handed him clean clothes so he could change. You said he couldn’t tell absolutely nothing to no one, or many people and innocent creatures would be in danger. You explained about the rules between the borders and explained again why he should stay away from them, telling about the evil creatures that were scattered across the other side, just waiting for an innocent prey to kill. You also decided that you weren't going to tell him about him possibly being your soul mate. You didn't have enough evidence to support that theory, so you were just ignoring the signs.

You were about to leave the cabin when Jimin, one of your friends, opened the door suddenly, entering the house and looking for you. As soon as his eyes hit the blond boy behind you, Jimin's eyes went red for a moment before looking in your direction, and grabbing your arm, pulling you into a tight hug.

"Hoseok told me what happened. Is everything okay?" He asked stroking your hair, his voice full of concern.

"I'm fine." You smiled away from his embrace, as he looked up at the Knight who was looking at them curiously. "Jimin, this is Kim Taehyung, one of the queen's knights, and Taehyung, this is Jimin, a vampire." Taehyung took a step back immediately, not used to being formally introduced to blood sucks, as humans called vampires. Jimin laughed scornfully when he saw that the human had trembled before him.

"And you want to tell me what a human who is part of that shrew’s royal guard is doing here?"

"When I get back, I'll explain, okay? I'll take him to the border, if he goes missing for a long time, people in his kingdom will be suspicious of something.”

"Do you want me to come along? Just in case."

"I will not harm her." Taehyung said and Jimin snorted, casting a pretentious look at him.

"Of course not. I'm talking about someone attacking her on the way to the border. If they were on our side once, they might as well come in again. You are human. Humans are not dangerous. Not for us."

"If we have a wooden stake and torches with fire, I'm sure we can be quite dangerous against your blood-sucking kind." Taehyung teased and Jimin's eyes became blood red, his eyes wrapped with red veins, his pupils retracted, his fangs sliding out of his mouth and seconds later, like lightning, they were both across the room, Jimin clutched Taehyung's throat tightly, his back was against the wall, his feet didn't touch the floor.

"Don't test me, stupid human." Jimin growled. "I don't usually kill someone of your kind, but I can make an exception now."

"Jimin, enough." You said, placing your glowing purple hand on his arm, and pulling him back, making him release the boy who fell to the ground, clearing his throat and glaring at the vampire. If he had a wooden stake, he would surely have killed him. "I appreciate the concern, but I don't think they will attack again, and if they do, I will kill them." So you looked at Taehyung and waved towards the door. The boy went through Jimin, hitting his shoulder against his, out the door. The vampire started to move forward, but you just shot him a look that made his fangs retract and his eyes return to normal, raising his hands in innocence.

"Your friends are dangerous." Taehyung said as they walked the tree-lined trail that led to the border. You just shrugged.

"Only with those who threaten them."

"He threatened me first." He said putting his hand on his chest, feeling offended. You raised your eyebrow at him for a second, before looking forward.

"He just told the truth. Humans are not strong enough against mystical beings. He has offended your ego. You humans like to think you are much better than others."

"This is not true; we humans are cool too. You who think you are better than others and stay around scaring us." You whispered 'whatever', closing the matter. "So ..." He started, after a few minutes of silence. "That is your boyfriend?" You frowned and glanced at him before refocusing on the path you were taking.

“No. He is my best friend. I don't have a boyfriend.”

"Why not?" He asked taking a jog to keep up with you. "You are beautiful, if you were from my kingdom, you would already be engaged or even married to one of the heirs of the wealthiest families."

"Unlike your kingdom that forces women to marry whom they don't want, here we don't force anyone to live under the same roof as someone they don't love." You said looking at him again. "And I haven't found my soul mate."

"Do you believe in soul mate?"

“All mystical beings believe in soul mates. We all have someone who is destined to love and care for the rest of our lives. But apparently mine has not yet appeared. And I confess that I don't think he's around.” It could be you, but I'm too scared to want to find out. You thought.

“Why don't you go to the kingdom? Maybe he's over there.” Taehyung joked and you laughed.

“First of all, mystical beings are not allowed to enter the kingdom, you know that. And second, I don't think he's there. Witches don't fall in love with humans.”

"Well, but humans can fall in love with witches, can't they?"

"Humans are too busy blaming us and burning us at campfires to fall in love, Taehyung."

(…)

After some more walking time, you finally reached the border that separates your people from humans. From there you could already see the walls around the human city and the towers of the queen's castle.

"Well, this is where we parted." You said stopping walking. Taehyung did the same, now facing you. "Remember, you can't tell anyone about this."

"We won't be seeing each other again, will we?" He asked, biting his lip and you can swear you saw sadness in his eyes. "I mean, your friends are pretty crazy and your brother tried to kill me, but you look cool. Can't we be friends?"

You didn't even have to think about that possibility, you knew it wasn't a good idea. That would put him in danger and all your friends too, you would be breaking too many rules. You had never met someone who had fallen in love with a human, or a couple formed by a witch and a human. All the news you had that involved witches and humans, was the news that humans blamed witches for plagues and bad things, and then burned them alive at campfires.

"I'm sorry, Taehyung, but that's not possible. If someone found out, you could be accused of supporting witchcraft and you would end up being killed. It's better this way."

"Okay." He sighed before smiling at you. He waved at you, before he started walking towards his kingdom, and you stayed there for a few minutes, just in case he was attacked by one of the wolves, but with each step he took, your heart sank a little in your chest. If he was really your soul mate, he would be better off away from you.

A few days went by and you couldn't get Taehyung out of your head. You could barely sleep, you couldn't stay focused on anything, you couldn't go for walks with your friends anymore, you were sinking in sadness, stuck in your own mind. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw his face and it hurt you, with each passing day, the sadness grew stronger, the wound deeper, to the point that you curled up in bed and cried every night.

One night, Hoseok was sleeping peacefully in his hut, hugging his wife, when a terrifying cry made him open his eyes at once. He thought it was Runy, but when looking to the side, she also woke up scared. He got up, wearing only his pants, and walked into the living room, opening the door and seeing that everything was quiet outside. But again, that anguished cry echoed everywhere, and only then Hoseok understood what was happening. It was you.

He ran towards your hut, but a black-haired figure overtook him, entering the house. Hoseok used his hands to light all the candles in the room, and went towards your bedroom, seeing Jimin with you in his arms, trying to wake you from the nightmare you were having.

Your clothes were soaked with sweat and so was your hair.

"(Y/N), wake up." Jimin was shaking your shoulders, speaking quietly, but the attempt to wake you up didn't seem to be working because you cringed and moaned in pain. He looked at Hoseok, his eyes asking what to do, but before he could answer anything, your eyes opened, shining in pure purple, and the room was filled with the explosion of light that came out of your body, throwing Jimin against the wall and Hoseok to the floor.

You fell on your back on the mattress, waking up in the same moment, sitting up and crawling backwards, startled. Jimin was on the wall near the bed, grunting in pain, massaging his head in the place he had hit. While Hoseok sat on the floor and looked at you who was confused to see the two boys there.

When you asked what they were doing there, they said they heard you screaming and ran to you, afraid of you being in danger, but Jimin found you rolling on the bed, screaming in agony. You said you didn't remember what you had dreamed of and Hoseok explained why.

“It wasn't exactly a dream or a nightmare, (Y/N). It was just your subconscious torturing you for being away from your soul mate.” You laughed scornfully. As if you didn't already know that. You were horrible and you knew it. You had dark circles around your eyes, your hair was no longer shining and it was a mess, and your powers started to get out of control, many times when you woke up at night from a nightmare, everything in your room, including you, was floating.

"There's nothing we can do to help her?" Jimin asked, sitting on the foot of the bed, with you in his arms. Hoseok, who was standing in front of you, shook his head.

"Only her soul mate can help."

"Then I will continue like this until I die." You said moving away from Jimin, crawling out of bed, sitting at the bedroom window, crossing your arms and looking out at the forest. Hoseok and Jimin looked at each other, both saddened. "I'm sorry that I woke you up and hurt you. I appreciate the concern, but I want to be alone now.”

"I can spend the night if you want." Jimin offered, but you denied it without looking at them. There was nothing more to be done, so they both just left the room and the house. And as soon as you heard the door close, you burst into tears again. You wouldn't be selfish, you wouldn't try to take Taehyung out of his life just because you were feeling your heart shatter more and more with each second you were away from him. That was stupid. You didn't even know each other, so why did you have to feel like you would die without him. It made no sense to you.

Nothing was making more sense to you.

(...)

Hoseok was not used to walking through the streets of the city of humans, let alone being close to them. So, the faster he could find Taehyung, the better it would be for him. It was still morning when he decided he would look for the human and take him to the village, even if it was against his will. He couldn't take it anymore to see you suffer and languish because of the human. He asked everywhere about Taehyung, until finally he found one of the royal guards wandering around and decided to try to talk to him.

"What did he do this time?" The boy asked and Hoseok frowned. Humans were too curious.

"Nothing, I'm just a longtime friend who's been away for a few months and I just came back here, I wish I could talk to him." Hoseok tried to appear as sympathetic as possible, and if it didn't work, he would probably enter the guards mind and look for Kim's location, which would be painful for the guard but a little fun for the Warlock.

"He must be in some bar. Try Willow's tavern, just follow that path." He said pointing to the path that Hoseok should follow. "And when you find him, tell him that his boss told him to be up early tomorrow at work or go look for something else to do.”

Hoseok murmured a thank you and went on down the path, finding the bar the man had spoken of and entering it. He had forgotten how much he hated places that were owned by humans. They were so dirty and clumsy. The bar reeked of urine and old beer, and the first time he breathed in, he wanted to throw up.

It didn't take long for him to find Taehyung. He was sitting at a table at the back of the bar, alone in the dark, almost imperceptible. He was destroyed. His messy, dirty hair, his hard face, his jaw clenched while drinking beer from a mug and staring at the wall on the other side of the bar.

When Hoseok sat across from him at the same table, Taehyung's eyes widened and he turned to the side, spitting the drink out of his mouth. He wasn't sure if that was a vision or his mind that had gone mad.

“You look like shit.”

“A-a-are y-you r-r-real?” Taehyung stammered as he whispered and looked around.

Hoseok rolled his eyes before leaning over the table and whispering. “I’m a Warlock, not a ghost, asshole. Of course, I'm real."

"Okay. It's just ... I didn't expect to see you around here, like, never." He said and soon his eyes lit up and an innocent smile appeared on his lips. "Is (Y/N) with you?"

"No, but that's what I came to talk about. Can we talk in a place that is not so crowded and that smells better?" The boy nodded and reached into his pants pocket, taking some gold coins and placing them on the table, then following Hoseok out of the bar.

"We can talk at my house, it's not far from here." Taehyung said, nodding to the way that they should follow. Both walked in silence until they reached a small house a little further away than the others. Taehyung opened the door and invited Hoseok in, closing the door soon and taking off his coat, hanging it behind the wooden door. "Here we can talk without being interrupted." Taehyung said sitting on the dining table chair, and Hoseok did the same, sitting across from him. "Did something happen?"

"To be blunt, yes, it did. You are (Y/N)'s soul mate." Hoseok said, hoping the boy would fill him up with questions, but Taehyung continued to stare at him, not looking shaken by that sentence. "You don't look surprised."

Kim shrugged. "It's because I'm not. I already knew that, actually."

"What?" Now it was Hoseok who was confused.

"I mean, I didn't know that I was her soul mate, but I knew she was mine. Since that day, I can't stop thinking about her, her face, her smile doesn't leave my head and I feel I'll go mad.” He sighed. “I can't sleep, I can't work, I can't stay focused on anything. And my chest, it looks like it’s going to explode every second I stay away from her. But she told me that we shouldn't see each other anymore."

“And you really shouldn't. But I can't stand to see her suffer day after day and night after night. That's why I'm here. I want you to go back to the village with me.”

"Okay, I will." Taehyung smiled rising from the chair, excited. Hoseok stared at the boy, caught off guard by his excitement. He didn't even ask a question or made a comment before accepting. He must have been so desperate to see you, and he kind of understood. Whenever he was away from Runy for a long time, Hoseok freaked out. "I just need to change."

"Taehyung." Hoseok called out to him, in a serious voice, causing the boy to stop moving and look at him. "A Warlock never had a human as a soul mate. I don’t know what can happen from now on, you can go through great dangers."

"I don’t care." The boy said smiling, “I feel like I can do anything if I'm with her. Is this normal?”

"Boy, nothing in your life will be normal from now on."

(...)

It was already getting dark. You and Jimin were returning from the waterfall. He had convinced you to go there to take a bath to cool off, trying to cheer you up, but the maximum he got was one or two true laughter coming from you. You were really broke and everyone in the village had already realized that. Jimin was talking about something when you felt a shiver down your spine, which made you stop walking immediately.

"Is everything okay?" Jimin asked, turning to you when he saw that you had stopped walking abruptly. You put your hand up to your chest when you feel your heart racing. Confused, you took a deep breath, a different, familiar smell invading your nostrils. You looked at Jimin, who was now looking in the other direction, and as you followed his gaze, your chest almost burst when you saw Hoseok coming out of the forest and Taehyung right behind him. He was not dressed in the uniform of the royal guard, he was just wearing brown pants and a white T-shirt.

He was smiling in your direction and overtook your brother, running towards you. You did the same, both meeting in the middle of the way, his hands stopped at your waist lifting you off the floor, letting your legs intertwine at his waist, your hands hugging him around the neck, and your lips touching for the first time.  The climate started to change. The wind got stronger, shaking the branches of the trees, making a symphony with the leaves, the grass on the edges of Taehyung's feet became softer. Your soft lips against his gave butterflies to his stomach. The flowers that were around your house and started to die because of your sadness, now bloomed again.

“Fuck, I’m feeling so alive now.” He whispered, smiling between the kiss. And with the pain in the chest disappearing, the wounds in your soul healing, you started to cry, hiding your face in his neck, everything was too strong. This time your tears were of happiness, finally you could feel your heart happy again.

"You shouldn't have come." You whispered after a while in silence, after he told how Hoseok had found him. You were now lying in your bed, your head was on his chest, and he was making circles with his fingertips on your back.

"I thought you were happy to see me." He whispered, confused. You bit your lip and raised your body, sitting next to him, crossing your legs, while he folded one arm behind his head and put the other hand on your thigh, stroking it.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm glad you're here. I felt like I was dying until you arrived, but that's not the point."

"So what it is?"

"I am a witch, Taehyung. Human laws are very different to mystical laws. We answer to a Council, just as you answer the Queen. And the members of the council don’t like humans, just as your Queen doesn’t like mystical beings.”

"She doesn't hate mystical beings. But her husband was killed by a Warlock ..."

"A wizard." You corrected it. "The being who killed the king was a wizard, not a Warlock."

"And is there a difference?"

"Wizards are more peculiar, they need to read and conjure spells in order for their powers to work. Cut out their tongue and they will be harmless. Warlocks and Witches don't need to conjure spells, we don't need to read a sentence to make someone float, for example. Our powers come from the mind. Young witches train with written spells to help us control our powers, but once we reach adulthood, we no longer need grimoires.”

"I don't know if I'm stupid or if what you explained is too complex for a mere mortal understand." He mocked making her laugh. "But you know, the queen is not as bad as everyone thinks. I am very close to her, and she is very sweet. But as I said, many people in her kingdom, including the king, died at the hands of a wizard. Perhaps, if you could talk to each other, you could make her understand that not all of you are evil."

"Is that before or after she orders to burn me and cut off your head for dating a witch?” You mocked and went back to lie on his chest. "And Hoseok would never let me enter the kingdom to talk to the queen."

"He doesn't need to know." He said coming back to hug you, kissing the top of your head. "And think about it, if you can convince her that you and your village are not bad, she may even may overturn the order to prevent your kind to entry into the kingdom, and you would walk freely, would become citizens. You would no longer need to respond to your Council and we would be free from danger to be together.”

"Very optimistic, but I still don't think it's a good idea. The chances of me having to kill humans to save us and get us out of there if she orders the guards to attack us, is too big. It would turn into a war. And if I leave the village, Hoseok will know. Nobody can hide anything from him, and it is not good either. He is the leader, he has to know everything that is going on if he wants to keep this place and these people protected."

"But it is still a valid option. You could talk to him about it. Perhaps all of this could be the beginning of peace between our peoples.” Taehyung said again stroking your back, letting you rest on his chest. "We will talk about it tomorrow. We are both tired of sleepless nights."

"You're right." You whispered, just before you fell asleep, just like him.

(…)

"I still think that is a very bad idea." Hoseok said as you walked the trail, heading towards the border. It had been a few days since Taehyung had been with you and you had both sat down to talk to Hoseok and the others in the village, about the idea of talking to the queen to try to perhaps unify the peoples. At first Hoseok had been against it, but with a little more talk, he ended up agreeing to speak with the Queen. Taehyung was now in the kingdom, had gone there to talk to her about it, and apparently, from the message he sent in the royal eagle, she had accepted that you and your brother would go to her.

"Then don't come, I will go alone." You said and he snorted.

"And let you have all the fun of being threatened to death, alone? Never. You are my little sister, if it is to commit suicide, we will do it together, like a good family.”

"Yeah, mom and dad would be very proud." You provoked, making him laugh scornfully.

"Dad maybe not, I remember the time I said I wanted to know the realm of humans, and he left me hanging on a tree for three days saying that this is what would happen if I crossed the borders."

"They must be writhing in disgust in the grave now. May God have them."

"God? Witches and Warlock’s go to hell, (Y/N), you know." You shrugged and looked toward him smiling.

"I always liked the heat anyway."

As soon as you arrived at the city gates, Taehyung was there with the guards, waiting for you. He smiled when he saw you wearing your 'battle suit'. He had never seen you in pants, so your thighs were a sight of paradise for him.

"You should wear pants when we're home alone." Taehyung whispered close to her ear, as you followed the path to the castle. It made her laugh and turn to him, bringing her mouth to his ear.

"Maybe I won't wear anything when we're home alone." And Taehyung gave her a surprised look, not expecting for that answer, feeling a shiver down his spine and almost letting out a grunt in response. But the sound that Hoseok made behind you made you both look back, seeing his expression of disgust.

"Could you not say these things in front of me? I don't even like to think about the possibility of this useless human deflowering my little sister."

"If I 'deflower her' I will not be useless." Taehyung said making quotes with his fingers, receiving a threatening look from Hoseok who raised his hand towards the hilt of the sword that was on his back and growled dissatisfied.

"Your luck is that I can't kill a witch's soulmate without arousing her fury."

"Does that mean I'm allowed to piss you off and you won't be able to touch me?" Taehyung teased him, receiving another angry grunt from the Warlock.

“I said I couldn’t kill you, not torture.”

"Hoseok" You scolded him.

"He started it." The elder muttered looking around.

"Wait here." The guard asked as soon as they reached the castle entrance. "I'll let the Queen know you're here." And so, he entered through the big wooden door and closed it again. Leaving the three of you there with the other guards. Some people passing by looked at you and your brother, obviously curious to see a man in clothes as peculiar as Hoseok's and to see you, a woman, in pants.

"At least they haven't started throwing stones yet." You said and Hoseok snorted.

"It's because they don't know what we are."

"Yet." One of the guards said without looking at you.

Soon the door was opened and the guard asked you to enter. You and Hoseok looked at each other again before finally passing the door and entering the great hall. There was a large red carpet that led to the great Throne where the Queen, Elizabeth, was seated. She had long, dark hair, her lips were red as blood. To her left was her royal adviser, and to her right, a knight. On both sides of the room, from the door to the altar, there were guards armed with swords and crossbows, pointing towards you. Hoseok and you both smirked at the same moment, having the same thought. If you wanted to kill the queen, none of those guards would be able to stop you.

"You can stop now." The royal Counselor said, raising his hand in his direction. "You already are close enough." And so you stopped walking. The guards behind you and Taehyung, knelt in sync, while you and Hoseok stood still. "Kneel before your queen, scum." The man said, practically spitting out the words. While Hoseok narrowed his eyes, you raised your eyebrows, both of you standing still without moving. Taehyung moved his head a little to the side, looking at you facing the altar, and held your hand, trying to pull you down, but instead, you pulled him up, making him stand. "How dare you ..." The man started to speak, but Hoseok interrupted him.

"We are not her vassals, we will not kneel before her. We came here to talk and not to convert and humble ourselves before humans. And if possible, we want to talk to the queen, not to her slaves."

The man opened his mouth to say something, but the woman raised her hand, signaling him to be silent. The mood was tense, and Taehyung, who still held your hand, started to squeeze it, concerned to think that it might actually be a bad idea. You just looked at him, giving him a comforting smile before you got serious again and looked at the people at the altar.

"I hope you know that I am only accepting to have this 'meeting' with you because Taehyung, the boy I saw growing up and who has protected me several times as the loyal knight he is, asked me to listen to you.” She said, her voice was sweet but her words were harsh. "But that does not mean that I will accept to be disrespected, in my castle, by those of the same species as the murderer of my husband and my loved ones."

"The one who slaughtered yours and the king's family, was a Wizard, not a Warlock. We are not of the same." Hoseok replied, and that seemed to catch the attention of the Queen, who waved her hand in a slight movement so that he could continue to speak. "Wizards are treacherous, dishonest, they like to use difficult words and stupid metaphors to confuse the minds of humans and manipulate them. We, warlocks, don’t manipulate, we go straight to the point with what we want, without fooling around.”

"You look as normal to me as he was before he attacked us."

"You saw him?" You asked and the look you gave him was enough to answer it. "Wizards need to conjure spells, they need to speak for magic to happen. That's how you differentiate a Wizard from a Warlock’s. Warlock’s don't conjure spells."

"So you came here to try to take the blame off the magical beings?” She asked, still looking curious about what you were doing there.

"We came here because our peoples have been separated for centuries. This fight has been going on for too long. Not all mystical beings do evil, and not all humans are innocent." Hoseok said, before rolling his eyes. "And because that asshole” pointed at Taehyung who was now clinging to your arm. “Is a witch's soul mate, and without unification, the relationship between them would be very difficult and I'm not in the mood to endure whining." And with that sentence, the Queen stood with her mouth open and eyes wide. "I had the same reaction when I found out."

"Taehyung." The Queen called to the boy who looked up to look at her. She looked sad and disappointed. "That's true?"

"Yes, your majesty." The boy answered. "I didn't expect this to happen, but it ended up happening. And I don't regret it, they are not as everyone thinks, they are not bad."

"This is treason, boy." The royal councilor said angrily, raising his voice. "We should kill him for joining the witches."

"Try to hurt him and die in agony." You said staring at him, your eyes shining purple for mere seconds, but enough to cause fear in the eyes of that man who swallowed his words dry.

"Even if I accepted you and some, not all, of your people in my kingdom. How can I know that you are not trying to infiltrate to destroy us.” She said leaning back in her chair, while the man beside her turned to her in disbelief.

"Majesty, you cannot really be considering the idea of letting these dirty beings walk freely among us.”

"If we wanted to take and destroy your reign, we would have done it long ago. These guards, the guards outside, not even the guards in the whole kingdom would be able to stop us.” Hoseok said, and he had so much conviction in his voice, that only a fool would not believe that he was telling the truth. "I honestly only came here today, because Taehyung cannot stay in our village because of the mystical Council, they don't accept humans between us."

"We ..." Taehyung started to speak, taking a step forward. "I came here to ask you to at least think about it, Your Majesty. They are people just like us, but they are special people and just like any other resident of that kingdom, they would be useful for your reign."

"Are you saying that wizards would be my subordinates?" And apparently she started to be interested.

"Wow. No one said that." Hoseok also took a step forward, but this time facing Taehyung. "We are not going to be anyone's slaves." And turned to the Queen. “And we are Warlocks, not wizards. We are not sneaky killers as they are, so don’t compare us to them, or you will be disrespecting us.”

"Coming here was a waste of time, Hobi. Going through the black forest fighting with the living dead, wolves, snakes and carnivorous plants would be easier than convincing this woman that we deserve respect like all of them." You said. "Let's just go." And you turned away, to go to the exit, but the guards behind you did not move, preventing you from continuing to walk.

"And where are you going to take my knight?" The queen's voice sounded and you looked over your shoulder before turning your body fully towards her. "As he said" Pointed at Hoseok "Humans are not allowed in your village. Where do you intend to take Taehyung?"

"Anywhere he wants to go." You replied, frowning. The woman smiled, leaning back on her throne.

"What if he wants to stay here? With beings of his kind, with humans and his queen. What would you do?"

You looked at Taehyung. You knew he wouldn't be happy in the midst of mystical beings, and you knew he wouldn't be safe there either, even though everyone in the village was very well controlled, sometimes things got out of hand and you didn't want one of the wolves or vampires that lived there to attack him. In fact, even you could end up hurting him while trying to defend him.

That is why answering that question was so difficult. Would you leave it all behind because of him? Would you let the Queen use your powers for whatever she liked, let her order you, make you a slave, hurt people who might be innocent, just because you couldn't stay away from him?

Yes, you would.

"I could let you stay if you did me a favor now and then."

Hoseok looked at you and when he saw that you seemed to be considering the idea, he rolled his eyes and turned towards the queen, pointing his finger directly at her.

"We are not your slaves ..."

"He is right." Taehyung said and you were brought back to reality by listening to your voice. When looking at him, he was staring at you. "You are not slaves. I ... If you can't stay here with me, then I don't want to stay." And he smiled, making you smile too. “We can find another way.”

"You are not as stupid as you look after all." Hoseok sneered. He laughed and so you turned around.

"How dare you turn your back on the queen?" That man's voice screamed. The guards behind you raised their swords in your direction, making you jump back, your hand reaching for Taehyung's wrist and pulling him close. The other guards did the same, coming towards you, pointing their swords, and one of them shot an arrow towards Taehyung. Everything was in slow motion. You hit his stomach with your open hand, throwing him on the floor. Your eyes and fists shone with purple flames and when the arrow came closer, it burned, turning to ashes before hitting any of you.

They attacked. You and Hoseok moved quickly, the contrast of purple and orange illuminating the room. Taehyung got up and stood in a defensive position when one of the knights attacked him, but when the man threw himself against the boy, he hit an invisible wall and was thrown hard back, hitting his back against the wall on the other side of the room and falling unconscious on the floor. Taehyung glanced at you who had made the shield so that the other wouldn't hurt him. So you turned your attention to another of the guards, while Taehyung ran and slid on the floor towards a sword, picking it up and lifting it, hitting the steel against the sword of a knight coming towards his face. Suddenly his face was smeared with blood when a sword went through that man's chest. When the body fell, the boy saw the familiar face of Jungkook, a friend of the guard.

"Don't make me regret this." The black-haired boy said, helping the other to get up. A body flew in their direction at the same time, making them both duck so they wouldn't be hit.

"Sorry." Hoseok said before hitting one of the guards with an orange fireball in the middle of the face, and thus knocking him out.

You four then gathered in the middle of the great hall, forming a circle, all with their backs to each other, protecting each other, until one of the blows of one of the knights almost hit Taehyung's face and you lose your patience. Screaming at Hoseok, he turned around holding the two boys by the shoulders, his orange flames spreading across their bodies, pinning them to the floor. You bent down and punched the floor. A purple explosion came out of your fist, lighting up the room, almost blinding those who were looking, and a strong wave hurled all the guards who were nearby to different sides. The light of the explosion could be seen by everyone in the city, through the windows that exploded from the great hall. Then soon, more guards were entering the main door, ready to attack.

"Stop." The Queen's voice crossed the four corners of the room and the soldiers who were standing, stopped moving and looked at her, who was now standing, facing the four of you among the passed out and even dead bodies of the royal soldiers. Hoseok released the two boys, but like you, he did not leave his defensive position, and his eyes and hands continued to shine with his powers. "I didn't order this attack, so why did you attack?" She snarled at her guards, her eyes soon falling on the man beside her, terrified by that scene. You looked over your shoulder, without fully turning to the throne, protecting Taehyung's and your brother's back.

"She used her powers." The man tried to explain, but the woman hit him with a slap in the face, making him fall to the floor. It had pleased you and Hoseok, but it hadn't satisfied you.

"One of the soldiers fired first, she was just protecting herself, you idiot. How are you training these guards? Do you want a war with the other side to explode in our hands? We already have many problems with the King of the north threatening us every week. "

"We don't want war." You shouted, still with your eyes on the guards at the door of the hall. " We want peace and equality between our people."

"And if you do not want it, that’s fine. We will not return to set foot in this kingdom." Hoseok said. "Now order your guards to let us out that door, or we will knock them down too."

So, she raised her hand, and the guards at the door opened the way and the four of them walked towards it, suspicious and prepared to defend themselves. You left there, still with your bodies glowing with the colors of your powers, so all citizens opened widened their eyes and opened the way for them to pass. And it was like that until you passed the city exit gate that was closed immediately.

"Who the fuck are you?" Hoseok asked with a frown, only then noticing the presence of the boy with black hair, dressed as a royal guard. You also turned, but towards Taehyung, checking if he had been hurt.

"I am fine, love." He whispered to you, hugging you for a moment before turning to the other two boys. "This is Jeon Jungkook, he is my best friend, he rebelled against the queen to help us."

"And what the fuck do I have to do with it? I didn’t ask for his help. He can't come with us." Hoseok growled, extremely irritated.

"But I have nowhere to go, I cannot go back there, the Queen will want my head." The boy said indignantly and Hoseok rolled his eyes, looking at him now with boredom.

"It's okay, you can come with us." You said and Hoseok's eyes widened in his direction. "What? There's already a human living with me anyway."

"Yeah, and look at the shit we just went through because of this human." The older one complained and you turned at him, your eyes on fire, literally. You were also angry.

"And what do you want me to do? I didn't choose that." You screamed. "Jungkook comes with us. He helped us, whether you wanted to or not. And if you're not satisfied, expel me from the village."

And so, you turned away, walking quickly away, being followed by the two boys. Hoseok sighed and swore into the air before following the other three. They were so fucked up at the time that he didn't even know how he was going to explain the whole situation to the Council that would soon be in the village.

"What are we going to do now? And why is there another human here?" Jimin asked as soon as Hoseok finished telling everything that had happened. They were all gathered in the meeting hut, in the middle of the Forest, away from the other houses. Taehyung and Jungkook had stayed in your hut, talking. You thought it best that they didn't attend that meeting.

"Jungkook rebelled against the queen and fought at our side when the guards attacked us. He couldn't stay there or he would be killed."

You said it and that made Jimin roll his eyes.

"So what? Did you become a kind of hero to save humans now?"

"No, but I tend to be grateful when someone helps me with something, especially when someone helps me to save my ass."

"Okay, I think everyone should calm down now." Namjoon said getting up from the chair where he was sitting and walked over to you, placing his hand on your shoulder. "It is not time to blame anyone, but to find a solution. As much as he has helped you and your soulmate is a human, we know that they cannot stay here, (Y/N)."

"Why don't we transform him? If we turn him into a mystical being, we will have no more problems with the council. Seokjin could bite his ass to make him a werewolf." Jimin smirked, suggesting, receiving a growl from the wolf who was standing by the door.

"It is in the rules that nobody in this village can harm a human. We would break rules in the same way. For that to happen, we would have to do this outside the three borders and he would have to be bitten by another being because none of us can do that." Namjoon clarified, even though he knew that suggestion was nothing more than Jimin teasing Jin.

"Taehyung wouldn't want that. And I won't make him do anything he doesn't want to." You hissed, dismissing that option.

"There is a place where mystical and human beings are both welcome." Seokjin spoke up, Ignoring the vampire's ridiculous suggestion. "We can send them to the neutral area. At least until we speak to the council.”

"They will not accept." Hoseok sighed, after being silent for a long time, making everyone look at them. "They despise human life, they will not accept that we all live together, they will want to fight. And as much as (Y/N) and I are powerful, as much as we have wolves and vampires on our side, the council members are ancestors, they are older and stronger, they would kill us in a snap. The only option is for you and the human to go outside the continent, maybe they won't follow you.”

It was a good way out. No deaths, but you would probably be on the run for the rest of your life. You knew very well how the council members pursued what they wanted, and if they wanted to kill you, they would do it, and end up hurting Taehyung on the way.

"Do you want her to leave? Without us?" Jimin asked confused. "But that's not fair, this is her land. She was born here, we were all raised together. She cannot simply go away because of that human."

"They will want to kill Taehyung if he stays here." You shouted, both desperate and angry. "Not only the council but the north side of the border, Urdinok clan will not accept that a witch has a human as a soul mate and will want to claim the law of purification."

"And this is no longer just about (Y/N) or the human." Namjoon completed. "If the council kills him, it will be an affront to the human kingdom. The queen will want to go to war, many people will end up dying, not only us but innocent people as well. This is bigger than us."

"Not if we take down the council." Seokjin suggested, making everyone look at him like he was crazy. “We can try to reach an agreement with the dark side of the forest. Talk to their leader. We can propose a revolt against the council, make the two borders independent.”

"Who gave poisoned herb to the dog?" Jimin asked, making the older man roll his eyes.

"It's a stupid and potentially suicidal idea, but it is valid." Namjoon said. “I Liked it.”

"The Urdinok clan has wizards, low class witches, but if we all get together, you and (Y/N) can end the council, make us independent, and no one else will need to follow their orders."

"But what ensures that the Clan Urdinok will not try to kill us after overthrow the council?" Jimin asked. "I'm in, you know I will always be with you for everything, but you know how treacherous wizards are. And their wolves have invaded our territory once. What guarantees us that they will not try to take our land?"

"We have to solve one problem at a time, leech." Seokjin replied and Jimin's eyes darkened, when he looked at the wolf angrily.

“I am not a leech.”

“And I am not a dog, but you persist in calling me that.” Jin's look was icy.

"Guys, save your energy for the battle against the Council." Namjoon said, and then turned to you who was standing next to Hoseok, both in silence. "If you agree, of course."

You and your brother looked at each other. Each idea was worse than the other, you knew that, but there was no better way out, all the ideas, all the answers you could think of would end up with people dying. Hoseok blew out a breath. He reached out toward you, his hand glowing in the orange flame. You held it, your hand shining in purple, the colors mixing. You did this whenever you wanted to show each other, or others, that your bond, the love from brother to sister was strong and unbreakable. Neither death nor danger would separate you. He then smiled at you, that smile he always used to comfort you when you felt sad or insecure.

Soon he looked at the others who were waiting for his answer.

"We are going to do this. Let's try to speak to the council first. Maybe they understand that what happened is not (Y/N)’s or human’s fault, but if they don’t, I will try to contact the Urdinok clan leader and try to convince him about this idea, but if that also doesn't work, we will have to leave our lands, because I will not let my sister go without me. And I'm sure you think the same.”

"As human priests would say, together until death do us part." The vampire said making the others laugh. He approached hugging you tightly, smelling your hair and grimacing when he felt that you smelled human. "You need a bath urgently. You stink like a human."

"Well, I'm going to smell like that for a long time."

(…)

"They will appear at any moment." Hoseok said to his group, some wolves, some vampires, Taehyung and Jungkook were standing in front of the line that separated their lands with the lands of the owners of the black forest, their not friends but also not enemies Clan Urdinok. "We are here to try to reach an agreement with them, but we have to be prepared if they want to claim the purification law." Your brother had talked to everyone in the village the night before, explained what was going on, gave his reasons to why he was making that decision and everyone, without exception, accepted without question. Not because they were afraid to question their leader, but because everyone trusted the decisions he and you made, and everyone was also tired of that feud between humans and mystical beings that had been going on for centuries.

"Law of purification? What the hell is that?" Jungkook asked.

"It is a type of escape valve in the agreement between our side and the dark side of the border, it allows members on the other side of the border to interfere in rivals' decisions, but without causing a fight.” Seokjin explained.

"For example, they can order us to hand you and Taehyung over to them so then they will judge you guilty of invading mystical lands and sentencing you to death. The purification law was made to execute humans who step on magical soil, be they invited by land dwellers or not.” Namjoon continued the explanation.

"My god, this is too brutal." Jungkook said stunned. Jimin snorted and let out a dry laugh, walking towards the human with his arms crossed. Jungkook, realizing the approach of the vampire, took a step back. He didn't trust mystics at all and was only there because of his best friend.

"I don't know why you seem so surprised. Your queen has a very similar law that is called 'murder all mystical beings who set foot in my kingdom." And he looked away from him for a moment, looking around at his friends. "The law of purification was made for our protection, in case humans used Wizards to hypnotize us, make us defenseless and compel us to let humans enter our lands to take it from us. So, the Urdinok Clan could enter our lands using this law, killing all humans here and returning to their side, without causing a war between the borders."

"This is very confusing." Taehyung said for the first time since they got there. He was standing beside you, one hand on his waist. "It means that they will try to kill us anyway."

"They have a certain feud with the Council, I am almost sure they will be willing to make a new deal, and if they don't, we will fight." Namjoon said.

"And all of this is your fault." Jimin accused, pointing at the two humans. "Especially you, Taeyang."

"It's Taehyung, you asshole." Kim replied. "And I am not to blame, (Y/N) and I are destined to be together, we are soul mates, neither of us is to blame for that."

"Shh." Seokjin spoke loudly, raising his finger towards the two who started to argue, telling them to remain silent. He who had his back to the entrance to the Black Forest before, turned when he heard something. "They're coming."

You stopped next to Hoseok, both standing in front of the two humans, protecting them. Three men were coming in their directions along the dimly lit path between the trees. Behind them, as guards, there were five wolves, and two of them you recognized from the night you saved Taehyung. Everyone was tense, it had been years since the two frontiers had spoken directly to each other. The last time this happened was almost twenty-five years ago, when your parents were still alive.

"I heard that you wanted to talk to me. I am Yoongi, the Warlock leader of the Urdinok clan."

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Ride Or Die - Chapter 16 (A)

— pairing |Jeon Jungkook/Reader x Jung Hoseok/Reader — word c |9,780 — genre |Mafia au!, Angst, smut — summary |  After Suhee’s funeral, you participate in a meeting with the members of Century, where they tell you the final plan to be able to keep you safe and kill Shadow. You receive a message from an unknown number, but by the content, you knew very well who it was. You and Jungkook fight again and need to get away from each other, but no one can say if it is for a short time, or forever. The relationship between you and Hoseok changes completely, and Jungkook is not at all satisfied with that. — warnings/tags |Adult content, Violence, alcoholic beverages, low slang words, blood.

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"Where the fuck are you?" Hoseok snarled as he answered the phone, moving away from you who was huddled on the couch next to Taehyung. They had been there for over an hour, and they had no further news of his friend's condition.

"Where's (Y/N)?" Jeon ignored the question, and that only made Hoseok even more angry.

“Now do you care? After you left her to go somewhere with Shadow? What the fuck do you have in mind? ”

"Let me talk to her." Once again he ignored the questions of Hoseok, who looked over his shoulder, watching you sigh, probably once again blaming yourself for everything that had happened. "I need to know she's okay."

"She's not okay, you moron. You know what? You have to see the shit you did. I will take her to you. Where are you?"

He could hear Century's leader take a deep breath on the other end of the line before agreeing and saying he was going to the beach house where they were staying that week. Hoseok hung up the phone and stuffed it in his pocket and walked towards you, lowering himself in front of you, placing his hands on your knees, caressing it, making you look at him with puffy eyes.

“Jungkook is at the beach house. Do you want to go there?”

You thought about your options, you wanted to make sure your friends were okay, you wanted to make sure Namjoon was okay, but you also wanted to clarify your doubts with Jungkook, so just nodded.

"Let Yoongi and Jin know that we are going to see Jeon." He said to Taehyung before getting up and holding your hand, guiding you out of the Hospital. Jimin was no longer there, he had gone to the beach to talk to the local police and find out what they had known about the attack. And Jin was following Namjoon's surgery.

The drive to the house was silent, Hoseok didn't even turn on the radio, not wanting any of the melancholy music he used to listen to make you cry. You arrived at the same time that Jeon parked the car in front of the house. Hoseok got out of the car at the same time that Jungkook got out of his, but he looked at you when he saw that you hadn't moved to get out of there. He walked around the car and stopped at your window.

"If you don't want to talk to him, I'll take you somewhere else." He whispered. You bit your lip and shook your head. He then opened the door and you got out of the car. From where Jimin was, he saw when you arrived, and not wanting to miss the conversation, he excused himself and walked towards the house.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook was the first to ask, stopping by the sofas in the living room, while you stopped by the bottom of the stairs. Hoseok leaned close to the door, crossing his arms and just watching the scene as he used to do.

"Do I look okay?" You asked, turning to him who hesitated before shaking his head. "Why didn't you shoot her?"

"Because you were with me, I didn't want to explode her brain with you looking."

"Bullshit." You snarled, walking towards him. “Stop lying, Jungkook, because I know this is not true. She said that she had reasons for you not to kill her and that you knew those reasons.”

"Babe ..."

“Don’t Fucking‘ babe ’me, Jungkook.” You screamed. "Spit it out."

"She knows where your sister lives."

You didn't expect that answer. None of you expected, even Jimin, who had just stopped at the door, widened his eyes and opened his mouth in surprise at hearing those words. You took a step back, in disbelief, your head failing to process what he had said.

"What? Why does she know that? Why did she go looking for my sister?”

"Oh crap." Hoseok whispered under his breath, and you looked at him for a second before looking back at Jungkook waiting for his answer, praying that he wouldn't say what you were thinking.

"She has men watching over your sister and in case something happens to her, they are going to kill Brooklyn, her husband and her son."

That was more than enough for you to start crying in despair again, moving further away from him, until you were finally kicking your heels at the bottom of the stairs and falling down on one of the steps. Jimin marched towards you and knelt beside you while you shivered and burst into tears, your eyes wide.

Hoseok, still standing in the same place, was looking at Jungkook in a way he had never done before, it wasn't hate, it wasn't fear, it wasn't anything like that, it was like he didn't believe Jeon had let that happen. How did he let that happen?

"What I'll do? She's going to kill everyone I love, Jimin, what do I do?” You asked in desperation for the boy who tried to calm you down, but you were failing miserably. "I need to talk to Brooklyn, I need to know if she is okay, I need to let her know."

"Calm down, passion, first you have to calm down, or you're going to collapse."

"I can't calm down." You screamed, jumping up, making Jimin fall sitting on the floor, totally uncontrolled, pulling your hair hard. "She's going to kill everyone I love, and all because of him" And you spun, pointing angrily towards Jungkook who was standing still. "This is all your fault."

Jungkook walked towards you, wrapping his arms around you, but your body at that moment saw him as a threat, so you started screaming and struggling in his arms, screaming for him to let you go.

"Let go of her." Hoseok screamed, unhooking himself from the wall and advancing towards Jungkook, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him back while Jimin ran up to you and took you in his arms, letting you cling to his neck and wrap your legs around his waist, crying compulsively, shaking violently.

Jimin hurried up the stairs, and took you to the bedroom while Hoseok and the other started arguing in the living room.

"Jimin, I can't do it." You broke again as soon as you were sitting on the bed. "It hurts too much."

“I know, passion, but don't worry, we are going to fix this. No one will hurt more people you love. "

"Jungkook said the same before."

“I know, but Jungkook is not going to make the decisions now, okay? Stay here a second, I need to talk to them downstairs, I can ask a policeman to stay here at the door, if you want. ”

“Can you ask Hoseok to come up? I do not want to be alone." You said with difficulty breathing and he bit his lip in agreement.

As soon as he came down the stairs, he saw Hoseok and Jungkook arguing with each other.

"Don't tell me how I have to act." Jungkook snarled as Hoseok laughed wryly.

"Stop acting like a fucking stupid kid and maybe I'll stop telling you what to do."

Jimin watched the two men in front of him, facing each other, as if they were ready to draw knives to start trying to kill each other. And as much as he wanted it to happen, you would not stand to lose anyone else.

"How long have you known that Shadow has assassins watching over (Y/N)'s sister?" Jimin asked, but Jungkook ignored him completely, making him roll his eyes. "Dude, I don't know if you noticed, but even a two-year-old would have understood that this stupid habit of ignoring questions isn't helping (Y/N) at all."

"And do you know what would help her?" Jeon looked bored.

“Yes, you imbecile. Anyone of us knows what would help her, anyone but you. ” Jimin raised his voice, but when he realized that screaming could make your condition worse, he used every fiber in his body to control himself. "How long have you known this?"

"Since the bar attack."

"And why didn't you tell us?" It was Hoseok's turn to ask, receiving a cold look from Jeon.

"And what would be the difference?"

"The difference is that I'm a cop, damn it. I could have put her sister in a protection program, if you opened your fucking mouth, I could have done something and you could kill Shadow and none of this would be happening, no one would have died.” Blood flowed from Jeon's face when he heard those words and soon the other two boys understood that he did not know about Suhee's death. "You didn't know, did you?"

"Who's dead?"

"Suhee." Hoseok replied. "And Namjoon is on an operating table, on the verge of death."

"Is that why she is like this?" Jungkook asked pointing to the second floor.

"How ..." Jimin then turned indignantly to Hoseok. “How did you let him be your leader? He doesn't even care that one of the gang members is dying, bleeding in the surgery. ” And so he turned to Jungkook. "How can you not care about the people who have been looking after your back all this time?"

"You should be smarter and know the answer to that question."

“Do you want to know my answer? Okay. This is not working. It doesn't matter if you disappear from her life for three months, three weeks or three days, because whenever you go back to her, someone will die, and it won't be someone you care about, it will be someone important to her, and it will destroy her, Jungkook. She's already on edge of the abyss and is all your fault. " So he turned towards the door, but stopped and turned to the two boys who were still looking at each other. “Hoseok, she asked you to go up to the room. She doesn't want to be alone and she can't even afford to be. And you Jeon, if you really want her good, you will follow me and tell me everything that Shadow knows about (Y/N)'s family. ”

Upstairs, you were curled up on the bed, the same bed that a few hours ago had made love to Jungkook, in the same room where Shadow was also. You didn't know what hurt more in your body, you didn't know if it was your head, your chest or your conscience. You just wanted some peace.

"What am I going to say to her parents?" You asked minutes after Hoseok lay down beside you. “How am I going to save my sister and my nephew? How am I going to save my friends? ”

"We'll figure it out." He whispered, raising his hand towards your face and wiping away the tears that fell.

“Maybe I should give myself to her. If she kills me, she'll leave you guys alone. ”

"Don't even think about it, please." He asked approaching and wrapping you in a hug, letting you put your face on his chest. He started stroking your hair, the idea of you giving yourself up and dying crossed his mind and he was sure he didn't want to think about it anymore.

"We'll figure it out, Jimin will be able to save your sister and your nephew, and we'll take care of Shadow. Nobody else will die, you won't lose anyone else. ”

"What about Namjoon?"

“Namjoon has been through worse things in the army, he'll be fine. He's a nerd but he's a tough guy. He'll be fine. Now try to sleep, very early tomorrow we go to the hospital and he will be waiting for you in his room with a big smile on his face, I'm sure. ”

You sighed, too tired, both mentally and physically, letting yourself go and ended up falling asleep, right there.

(…)

The next day, when you woke up, Hoseok was still there, he was standing by the window, looking out, with his cell phone to his ear. Your body was still extremely tired from the adrenaline and the psychological impacts of the previous day. You sat on the bed, scratching your head and Hoseok turned around, smiling small at you, putting his phone in his pocket and walking towards the bed, sitting on the edge, taking your hand.

“Namjoon is out of surgery. He's fine, he's already in his room.”

You felt relief in your chest and sighed smiling, hugging Hoseok by the neck, thanking mentally that your friend was fine.

“I want to see him.”

“Jin got a mobile ICU to transfer him to the Jeons hospital. We can go back to the city and wait for him there.” He said while stroking your hair.

“I ... Suhee ...” You started to exalt yourself again, but Hoseok grabbed your face with both hands, making you face him deep in the eyes.

“I've taken care of it. I've taken care of everything. Don't worry. Just try not to freak out again, your body won't be able to take any more nervous breakdowns. Becca needs you. Namjoon too. Okay?” He asked, using his thumbs to caress your cheeks. You bit your lip and nodded your head. Hoseok smiled and kissed your forehead. "Go take a shower, you'll feel better. I'll finish packing, Dean's men will come here later to pick up the rest of the guys' stuff. Everything will be fine."

“Okay.” You whispered getting up from the bed, and going towards the bathroom, but before closing the door, you turned around, watching Hoseok walk towards your suitcase that was in the corner of the room and carrying towards the bed, being completely immersed in taking your clothes and folding them, not seeing that you were there, looking at him. You would not deny how important the support he was giving you was being important to you, even if you had put him down when he declared himself to you. “Hobi.” Your voice made him take his eyes off the suitcase and lift his head, looking at you with raised eyebrows, waiting for you to speak, but instead, you walked towards him, who followed you with his eyes until you were standing in front of him. "Thank you so much for everything. I don't think I would be able to get through this without you." And so, you hugged him. Jung smiled and returned the hug, sniffing at your hair and holding you in his arms.

Soon after you let go, smiled at him and went to the bathroom, closing the door.

(…)

When you left the house, there were no more policemen outside, there was no one else on the beach, probably all the residents were either gone, or had stayed inside the houses, afraid that someone would attack again.

Jimin wasn't there either, let alone Jungkook. Hoseok could see that a part of you had died, or broken in an almost irreversible way, but he could also see, in the way you were propped up in the car, facing the sea and letting the wind touch your face, that a part of you had changed, maybe for the better, become stronger. He just wanted to be able to be next to you in that whole process, and he would be if you let him.

As soon as they got in the car, he drove back to Little Fox, you were quiet most of the time, but you weren't crying or weeping anymore, you just kept your head against the seat, looking out at the road.

When they arrived at Jeon's Hospital, Jungkook was there, but you ended up ignoring him completely, because soon the ambulance with Namjoon arrived being accompanied by Jimin's Land Rover. As soon as the back doors opened, Taehyung was the first to go down and shortly after the nurses took the stretcher out of the ambulance, Namjoon was smiling at you, as Hoseok said he would.

"You didn't think you were going to get rid of me so easily, did you?" He said in a hoarse voice. You leaned over him, hugging him, being careful not to touch his abdomen. “Are you alright?”

“You spent almost 10 hours in surgery and are you worried about me?”

“You are my little sister, of course I will be worried.”

“ Hey, that's my nickname.” Taehyung complained.

"We can have this conversation inside, can we?" Seokjin said approaching. "Namjoon is still not well, he needs rest."

“Do you want a ride?” Namjoon asked tapping his hand on his side. You looked at Jin, and he rolled his eyes, nodding. Hoseok who was behind you, spun you around, grabbing you around the waist and sitting you on the stretcher, making you laugh. The nurses then pushed them into the building.

Jimin approached the others and waited for the door behind the nurses to close.

“We need to talk.”

(…)

Suhee's funeral took place in the following day, mid-afternoon. You, Becca and Yoongi were in the dorm, packing Suhee's things, and every time you took something from her, tears fell down in your faces.

Yoongi said that he had told Becca about the gang during the time they were in the hospital, said that she had cried, but she wasn’t acting differently with you, she wasn’t judging her, and she hadn’t brought it up until the time when Hoseok stopped the car at the entrance of the cemetery.

“You know it wasn't your fault, right?” She said, holding your wrist and preventing you from getting out of the car, after Yoongi and Hoseok left. You looked at her, her eyes didn't blame you. “You are not to blame for falling in love with Jungkook, and not to blame for what happened to Suhee.”

"Becca ..." You sighed. "It's my fault, yes. I knew what Jungkook did from the beginning, I didn't stay away from him even after my parents died because of him ..."

"It wasn't his fault either." She scratched her head. "Look, okay, what he does, what the boys do, the drugs, the threats, and the blood, that's wrong. But Jungkook is not to blame for his ex being a homicidal psychopath. And you are not to blame for having chosen not to let her scare you ... "

"Stop, Becca. If I had taken your advice, if I had stayed with Jimin, Suhee would be alive now and Namjoon would not have been stabbed. I put Jeon above everyone and that was my mistake." You frowned, getting angry with yourself again, your eyes starting to water. “Don't try to make me feel less guilty, because I need to feel this way. I need to torture myself with these pains or I will never be able to do what I need to do.”

"And what do you need to do?" She asked, but before she could have an answer, Hoseok opened the door beside you.

"You come?" He asked in a soft voice. You took a deep breath, holding back the tears and nodded.

He reached out to you and helped you out of the car. So he walked beside you, with his hand on your waist, to the grave in which her body would be buried. When you saw her parents, you and Becca burst into tears, running up to them and hugging them.

Hoseok had told you that the police told Suhee's parents that the attack on the beach had been a terrorist act, and that the police were already looking for the killer. You hated having to lie to them, but you felt better about knowing that the real culprit for all of that, would be killed as soon as the boys got their hands on her. Your parents and your friends would be avenged, that's what Hoseok assured you.

"What are we going to do?' Yoongi asked his friend, both of them were watching the funeral from the distance, keeping both eyes on the two of you, together with Suhee's parents, and around to keep them safe in case Shadow attempted an attack.

"They are no longer safe here. Jimin is working to try to put (Y/N)'s sister in police protection in London, he is making up a story to convince her that they are in danger, but without touching (Y/N)'s name, so that this does not end up reaching other authorities and get out of our control.” He whispered looking around. "We have to convince Becca that she must be with us, at all times from now on."

"I talked to her yesterday, she already knows that it is safest to stay with us. But she is worried about her parents."

"As long as her parents stay away from the country as they have been doing all year, they will be safe." He said again, taking a walk around himself, looking once more around.

"Do you think Shadow will try to attack Suhee's parents, even though she's already dead?"

"I'm sure she knows about this funeral. It is quite a stage for her, there are people suffering for a death caused by her, (Y/N) and Becca are here, so the chances of her attacking are quite high.” And looked at (Y/N) who had her back to him, hugging her friend while the priest prayed. "She wants to destroy (Y/N) from the inside out. And the only thing we know is that she won't stop until she gets it."

"I haven't had time to talk to (Y/N) about all of this yet. How is she?"

"She's blaming herself for all of this, as usual." He shrugged. "She had a nervous breakdown when Jeon told what Shadow knew. And since then she hasn't spoken to him or spoken his name. Yesterday, when we arrived at the Jeons hospital, she didn't leave my side, he tried to talk to her, but she ignored him, then she stayed with Namjoon in his room.”

"Do you think she is moving away from Jeon?"

"She already did that."

"And how are you?" Hoseok frowned and looked at the blonde. "You have to comfort (Y/N) right now and she is moving away from Jungkook. Aren't you thinking about maybe using this chance to get close to her?"

"I'm not going to use her sadness to make her love me, Yoongi. I'm not Jimin, I'm not going to use her sense of loss so she can lean on me to get back up. I'll be here if she needs to, but it's just that.”

"But what if she ends up falling in love with you in the meantime?"

"Then it will be a side effect and I will accept it with open arms." He whispered, stuffing his hands in his pants pockets and looking around again. His eyes stopped on a black pickup truck, with tinted windows that was parked a few meters from his car, that car was not there when they arrived and he was sure he had not seen anyone getting out of it. "The black truck standing behind my car.” He whispered looking back at you, suspecting that something was wrong. Yoongi looked discreetly back, watching the truck before looking back at the girls. “Go to the girls, stay with them.”

Yoongi nodded and walked quietly towards you, stopping behind the two and hugging you by the shoulders, letting them hug you around the waist. Hoseok then turned, walking towards the car, but stopped walking, frowning when he saw that the passenger window was opening, his eyes widening when he saw the muzzle of a silencing pistol. He then threw himself behind a tombstone and shouted.

"YOONGI! TO THE GROUND."

Yoongi didn't even have to look back to throw himself on the floor, taking the two girls with him. The shots hit some people, who were there, until the panic started and people started screaming and trying to hide and avoid the bullets. Hoseok pulled out the pistol that was hidden in his heel and sneaked across the floor to a new headstone, using it as protection to shoot the truck that sailed away, but not before Hoseok hit one of the tires.

While you were on Yoongi's lap, looking for where the shots had come from, you could see the truck that ran away, and you saw when Hoseok managed to hit one of the tires. You saw it when he ran towards the car, probably to follow the shooters and the anger taking over you, your instincts starting to speak louder, making you get up and run after Hoseok, even with Yoongi and Becca calling for you. As soon as you reached the passenger side door of the car, you jumped in, making Jung's eyes widen when he saw you there.

"I'm going with you and don't try to stop me." You said it and he just snorted, turning the key in the ignition and speeding up and going the way the truck had gone. You found the car making a slow turn on the road.

"Hold on." Hoseok said before accelerating and throwing the car towards the truck, hitting it back, making it spin on the track, stopping a few meters ahead when it hit a tree on the roadside. At the same moment that Hoseok stopped the car, one of the men got out, the one who carried the gun, and Jung was quick enough to shoot him in the head, making him fall dead instantly. The other, the driver, advanced on Hoseok and they fought for a split second before Jung knocked him down too, shooting him in the leg and then aiming the gun at his forehead.

"It was Shadow who sent you, wasn't it?" Hoseok shouted and the boy who grabbed the shot leg, shouted and nodded. "Well, I hope you had a lot of fun in your life, because you won't be able to enjoy it anymore."

"Wait." You shouted getting out of the car and running up to the two that were between the two vehicles, the man on the floor and Hoseok standing in front of him. "Please don't kill him."

"(Y/N), I can't let him live."

"Please, Hoseok. Too many people have died because of her. Some people are not to blame for being where they are. The only person who needs to die is Shadow, she is the one causing all this uproar. I don't want other people, be they innocent or not, die because of me. " You asked, frowning, with a tired and pained expression.

"These guys could have killed you and a lot of other people, (Y/N)."

"Yes, but you shot the head of the one who shot us, the other was just driving. Look at the way he looks scared, I don't think he's a murderer." You said pointing to the man who writhed in pain on the floor. Hoseok looked at him and analyzed him, he really didn't seem to be the size or the psychological of a murderer. At least all the killers he knew did not cry with a gunshot on the thigh. He thought about Taehyung. Taehyung always cried, but he was not a killer.

And so he looked at you. You weren't a murderer, either. And he had already killed two people in front of you, the girl at the bar and that guy with the brain on the floor. He didn't want to do this a third time.

“Fine.” He then lowered the gun and stepped back, letting you breathe relieved. All the hate that you were feeling seconds ago, it wasn’t there anymore. You just wanted to go home.

"You will take your friend's body to that slut and send her a message for me. " He said looking back at the boy and grabbing his arm, pulling him up. “Tell her that Jungkook is no longer in charge. And I am the one she must fear.”

"No." You hissed and the two looked in your direction. "Tell her that I'm tired of her little games. She can have Jungkook if she wants. But she has to leave my friends alone."

Hoseok then helped the boy to get in the car and shortly afterwards put the other body in the back seat, ordering him to disappear. Hoseok studied you a few more times, sighing. You were too good, you always saw the good in things or people, and he knew it wasn’t good for you and your safety, it seemed like you couldn’t distinguish a person with bad intentions from an entirely innocent and good person, but he knew it was something of you, something that made you who you were, and he loved the way you were.

“Are you sure about this?” Hoseok asked, and you knew what he was referring to, so you just nodded, going back to the car.

(…)

When you get back to the cemetery, Jimin was arriving with a police car behind his. It was weird to see him dressed as a cop, with the whole uniform and the bullet proof vest. Hoseok told what had happened and Jimin spoke to the other policemen who were allied with Century to say that it was just a group of terrorists who were looking for victims and ended up in the funeral and thought it would be a good idea to kill the people there, but that they should comfort them by saying that they had already located those responsible and that a team was coming to them to arrest them.

Two ambulances also arrived to care for the wounded who had only minor injuries.

Suhee's parents hadn't met Jimin as her college buddy, so it was okay for him to be there, but he said he had met her and knew she didn't deserve what had happened to her and that he was also working on the case to punish those who had killed her. Jimin offered to stay there making sure that the funeral could continue, but you couldn't stay there, you couldn't take so much sadness anymore.

(…)

Two days later.

"First of all, I want to thank Becca for agreeing to attend this meeting. I know that you and (Y/N) are going through a difficult time, so I appreciate the effort you are both making to be here." Dean said.

Everyone was gathered in the meeting room at the Jeons hospital. It hadn't even been three days since Suhee's funeral and you were there, ready to receive more bad news. Namjoon was also there, although you asked him to stay in bed resting, he decided that he would attend the meeting anyway.

You and Jungkook hadn't even talked, because every time he tried to get closer, you ran away, you went towards Hoseok or one of the other boys and let them distract you from all that. Jungkook hated that, but the boys didn't seem to care. Most of the time you spent in the room where Namjoon and you watched TV series, listened to music and talked about experiences in your life. Everyone there acted as if nothing was changed, but everyone saw that you were different, both in the fact that you were drastically moving away from Jungkook and in the way you acted.

They often caught you staring at a specific point, or quietly looking at them while they talked, watching them, admiring them, and when they asked you what you were thinking about, you just smiled and shook your head saying you were just enjoying them, because you never knew when it would be the last time you would look at them.

The sadness in your eyes and words was quite evident and it bothered them, but there was nothing they could really do to help you at that moment except to think of a way to get you out of Shadow hands.

“As everyone knows, the situation is not easy. We didn't think that one day it would reach that point, and I'm sure that if we had known, we wouldn't have let it get here.” Namjoon started to speak, but was interrupted by Jimin's low, ironic laugh.

“Jungkook knew a lot of it, but he didn't tell anyone, he didn't do anything about it, he didn't worry a bit about what his actions would cause for (Y/N) or the people close to her.”

"What is this shitty cop doing here? I agreed to let him be an informant and not a permanent member of the gang." The bored voice from the corner of the room caught everyone's attention. Jungkook was there, sitting with his feet on top of a plant pot that his mother had bought to decorate the room.

"This shitty cop is the one who created the plan that will save (Y/N) and her family, while you kept secrets from the members of this gang." Hoseok replied and Jungkook rolled his eyes when looking at him, continuing with his arms crossed and his expression unwavering.

"You shouldn't be here too, you kissed my girlfriend and you should probably be trying to get into her panties too, like the shitty cop did."

"At least I didn't destroy her soul." He replied.

"And I'm not the reason for her pain either." Jimin continued, watching the leader's eyes fill with fire and his face begin to redden.

“If you called Becca and me here just to fight like a bunch of rabid dogs, please say, that we will both be leaving.” You said it calmly, sitting in your chair between Jimin and Becca. Your eyes were swollen and red, filled with bitterness and sadness. "You said you had a solution to this problem, I hope it will end with that woman's death"

"Jimin has a plan." Namjoon said.

"It's not exactly a plan, is more like measure of restraint to protect you, Becca and your sister." He started. “I talked with a contact on MI5, I told part of what is happening, said that there are two spies infiltrated in London who are watching a family that is targeted by the mafia and who intend to kill them as soon as they have a chance. I'm going to owe favors for the rest of my life, and if my superiors find out, I'm going to jail, but they're going to lead a team of special agents to protect your family, (Y/N). And I will lead a team here with undercover officers and members of the Century to maintain the safety of your family here.”

"But you need to get out of this city, you can't stay here anymore." Hoseok said. "Because she goes after you wherever you are, but the farther you are from here, the harder it will be for her to hurt you. That works for Becca too."

"You have to move. And preferably to totally separate places. I'm sorry to say, but Shadow is after you, so whoever is nearby will suffer the consequences." Jimin finished.

“But then we are going to move on our own, like just us and the world?” Becca asked, her eyes filling with water with distress and anxiety. You hated everything. “I never traveled alone without someone I know, I ... I don't know if I can do that.”

"Calm down." Yoongi said sitting next to her and stroking her hair. You sighed without even wanting to. You needed a little affection too, so you just hung your head down.

"We talked about this before the meeting started." Jin said, crossing his arms on the table. "If you agree to leave the city, move to another place far away from here, each of you will be accompanied by one of us."

"I cannot act as a police officer outside that state without the other jurisdictions inviting me, so I could not send police with you to protect you, but if you take one of the boys, you will be protected." Jimin said.

"But it won't stop her." You mumbled. "What prevents her from thinking that Jungkook and I are not planning an escape and that I ran away first? She will stalk us, she will find out where I am ..."

"No, she won't." Namjoon said. "Because we are not going to know where you are going and you are not going to have contact with any of us except the one who goes with you. No calls, no visits, no letters, no emails, nothing. No news."

"But it can take months, even years." So you lifted your head, looking around the room. It was in their faces that they didn't like that idea, either.  You didn't want to run away all your life, and you didn't want Becca to go through that, either. And there was still the fact that the boys were already in sufficient danger because of you, you didn't want something even more serious like what happened to Namjoon, to happen to the others as well. “There’s no other option?”

“Unfortunately not.” Mr. Jeon said. “We can't attack them directly or it would get the police's attention and I can't control everything if I get out of control.”

"Yes, I'm here precisely because Century's activities were noticed by the state police and they opened a secret investigation.” Jimin said, you lowered your head, holding it with your hands and sighing heavily. Park put his hand on your shoulder and you could feel Jungkook's burning gaze on the two of you. “Stay calm, okay? It will be all right in the end, you'll be fine.”

"I'm not worried about me, but about you guys." You said raising your head and looking around at everyone who was there who had hard, worried expressions on their faces. “Becca and I will be away from here, but what about you? You will be at the forefront of the fire. Look what happened to Joonie, I don't want the same or something worse to happen to you. I don't want you guys to get hurt anymore because of me.”

"If there's anyone you should blame, it's me." Jungkook said and you brought your eyes up to him. That was the first time you had faced him since what had happened on the night of Suhee's death. You hadn’t talked after that, you were running away from being alone in the same room as him, because you knew that if you were alone or very close to him, you would give in to what you felt for him and knew that this could not happen. You or your friends didn't have time for your love conflicts. “What happened to them is not your fault. Shadow would come after me at one time or another, you just happened to be here at the moment, and nothing more. Don't blame yourself for that. Blame me.”

Jimin laughed dryly.

"You can be sure that we blame you for this."

Jungkook took his eyes off you to face the policeman who was looking at him with provocation in his eyes.

"And this is where the first phase of the plan comes in.” Jin said, completely changing the direction of the conversation. “You and Jungkook need to break up, in public, for everyone to see, for the news to run through all the dark alleys of this city on the south and north sides. And it has to be an ugly fight, it has to be very convincing.”

"Reasons will not be lacking." Jimin murmured, and for the third time that day, Jungkook looked at him like he was going to kill him.

"Keep teasing me and I'll give you one more reason to hate me."

"And what are you going to do? Try to kill me?" Park said mockingly. "I'm not afraid of you. I've never had."

"Stop you two." Namjoon spoke. "That's enough. Our focus is on keeping (Y/N) safe, we can't worry about you two trying to kill each other. Grow the fuck up.”

"Okay. Where am I going? Who's going with me?" You asked.

"I will." Hoseok said pulling away from the wall. "And we need to put that plan into practice today. We are already stopped in time for too much. Shadow must already be planning the next attack."

(…)

You were at the Century house, you were in Hoseok's room, while he was dressing in the room of one of the other boys. You continued to ignore Jungkook, you were worried about what you would do that night. You were worried that Shadow suspected that this was a setup, after all you would be going to a bar two days after burying your best friend, anyone who knew you for at least a percent would know that there was something wrong with you for wanting to go to a party so soon after a tragedy.

You were wearing a black silk dress, it was plain and had straps. You didn't really want to get dressed, but in order for the plan to work you would have to put on your makeup as if it were really for a party. So after putting on your makeup, blurring your eyes, you picked up your black high heels to put them on, when you heard soft taps on the bedroom door.

"Come in."

The click of the doorknob rotating made you look towards the door and see Jungkook entering through it, making you regret having let him in. He wore tight black pants and a boots. His black blouse was inside his pants and instead of the leather jacket, he was dressed in a black overcoat. His bangs were on his forehead, almost reaching his eyelids. You sighed and looked at your heels again as he closed the door behind you.

"I'm busy, Jungkook." You said in a weak voice.

"I know you don't want to talk to me. In fact, that was pretty clear after you practically ran away from me since the day at the beach. I just ..." He paused and you wanted to turn around and look at him, but instead, just kept looking at your shoes. He knew you were terribly hurt by him, and he hated it, so Jeon walked over to you and knelt in front of you, trying to get you to look at him, but you looked away again, this time staring at the nearby wall from the closet, your eyes starting to water. “I just wanted to talk to you, you can yell at me if you want, I won't mind, but just talk to me.”

"What do you want me to say?" You asked with a frown, finally looking at him. "I have nothing to talk to you about, Jeon, not now. And you have no right to come to me, after all that has happened and want to talk, because when you really should have talked to me, you didn't. So talking to me now, or letting me scream my hatred at you, it won't change anything, it won't bring Suhee back and it won't save my sister."

“I know.” He whispered raising his hand and caressing your face, making you close your eyes and succumb to the affection of the man of your life, letting all your defenses fall, knowing it was harder to resist him. Jungkook then moved his body to yours, bringing your faces closer and finally kissing your lips.

But his kiss was different, hard, cold.

You felt that you would break if he kept his lips against yours, it wasn’t like before, you didn’t feel euphoric when being kissed by him, you only managed to feel even more sad, so you did the only thing you could do. Using your hands, you pushed him by the shoulders, making him fall sitting on the floor, his eyes startled, wide, while you got up from the bed and walked away from him, with one hand over your mouth.

"What do you think you are doing, Jungkook?" You screamed turning to him, your eyes red, your expression of pure horror. The boy blinked a few times, confused about what you were talking about, or why you looked so scared at the time, wondering what he had done wrong. “This is not a situation where you can just ‘kiss it better’.”

“Babe…”

"No." You shouted again, lifting your finger towards him. "I don't want to listen, I can't do this anymore."

And so you turned around, opening the door and leaving the room. Hoseok was standing at Jin's bedroom door talking to the older one when he saw you pass by like lightning and go towards the stairs, deep and fast steps. Soon after he saw Jungkook leaving the room, with an expression of defeat on his face.

"What did you do this time?" Seokjin asked the brother who shook his head.

"I tried to talk to her, but she doesn't want to hear me, hell, she doesn't even want me to touch her." He swore by throwing his hands up while the two boys looked at each other. Jin was worried about the situation while Hoseok didn't seem and didn't care that you were showing signs that you were starting to hate Jungkook and regret being with him. "She hates me."

You were already outside the house, propped up in Hoseok's car, with the phone to your ear, playing with the hem of your dress while talking to Becca on the other end of the phone. You were crying again, giving thanks to God that your makeup is waterproof and not falling apart by the tears that fall from your eyes.

"You have to talk to him, (Y/N)." Becca said. You sniffed, irritated by the feelings in your chest.

“I can’t. I can't even look at him properly, Becca. Something has changed about the way I feel with him, I don't even know what I felt when he kissed me, but it was nothing like what I used to feel. There were no butterflies, no chills, nothing, only sadness.” So you paused, looking towards the house and seeing Taehyung and Hoseok coming out of it, being followed by Jin and Jungkook. "Maybe I really need some time." You started, watching that black hair that fell over his face, his drawn lips, his perfectly sculpted body, the eyes that you had fallen in love with.  "Maybe I should really break up with him." Your voice cracked as you said that phrase, while a few more tears were shed. You had to turn your face away, not being able to look at him as he walked towards the cars.

"(Y/N), I know I was always in favor of you taking a break with him, especially when we started our classes in college, but don't do anything hot-headed, okay? A lot has happened in the last few days, terrible things and we are both upset., you mostly, but don't make decisions now.” The girl said on the other end of the line. “Use the trip to clear your head, to think better, and then when we get back, when all this is over, you make your decision.”

“Okay.”  You whispered. Hoseok stopped beside you and smiled sweetly, making you smile shyly, as he hugged you by the shoulder and gave you a kiss on the top of the head, wanting to show that he was there to support you and also to show Jeon that he could touch you and that you weren't dodging it. “I need to go, we'll talk more later. I love you.”

"I love you too, honey."

As soon as you hung up, you lifted your head and looked at Hoseok.

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah."

Before you opened the door to get in the car, your phone rang again, an unknown number appeared on the screen and you raised your eyebrow before answering the call.

"Hello?" You said raising your hand to open the door.

"Well, who knew your voice would be beautiful even on a call." You froze when you heard that voice on the other end of the line. Your heart raced like a rocket in your chest and you barely remembered to breathe. "I think you already recognized me."

"What do you want? Haven't you caused enough disgrace in my life, you slut?" You practically screamed, and it caught the attention of the boys who stopped getting in the cars to look in your direction. Hoseok, who already had part of his body in the car, got out again and closed the door, looking at you with a frown as the other boys approached.

“Wow, you must feel very brave to call the murderer of your parents and your best friend a slut.” She laughed sarcastically.

"What do you want, Shadow?" You asked again, this time saying her name so the boys would know it was she who called you. Jungkook took a step towards you, but you raised your hand, in signal for him to stop walking and so he did, snorting for once again you push him away.

"Tell me, how are things in paradise? Are you and Jungkook getting along?" Her voice full of contempt and satisfaction gave you cravings. "How's he doing?"

"You should call him and ask yourself. If you have my number, I'm sure you have his too."

"Wow, things are really bad out there." She laughed. "That means he already told you what we were doing while your friend was dying in the operating room." You frowned and fell silent, looking up at Jeon, who was still looking at you, as if he expected you to say what the woman was saying on the other end of the phone, and you could only think what the hell she was talking about, until you hear the macabre giggle on the other end of the line. “Oh, he didn’t.”

"What are you talking about? What didn't he tell me?" You asked with your eyes glued to Jungkook's, seeing the exact moment when he opened them wide, your face becoming colorless. Jeon went back to you, reaching out to take the phone from your hand, only confirming the suspicion at that moment that he had done something terrible on the day of Suhee's death, so you just walked back, running away from his hands , not letting him take the phone from you.

"Give me the phone, (Y/N). Now." He ordered in a thick, desperate voice.

“No.” You said. “I want to hear what she had to say.”

“Give me the fucking phone, (Y/N). I won’t ask you again.” He said more aggressively, taking a step towards you, his hand raised in the air.

Jin, Taehyung and Hoseok looked at each other confused, they also had no idea what was going on, but when they saw that Jungkook was trying to stop you from listening to whatever Rawoon had to say on the call, Hoseok stood between you and him, blocking his passage and not letting him go any further. It only made Jungkook even more angry and threatened to advance on Jung, but Hoseok did not move.

"Tell me." You asked the woman who laughed satisfied once again. You knew you shouldn't do that, you were practically begging to be hurt.

“You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She laughed, and it made you clench your jaw and bite your lip so hard you could taste your blood on your tongue. “In fact, you actually would believe it, but I work with proofs, so I will send you proof that your precious Jungkook was never really yours. And you know, I got your message. The one you sent for my henchman. And well, I just wanted to show you that I'm doing you a favor by getting rid of Jungkook.”

And so she hung up, making you frown and look at your cell phone, even more confused by her words.

Soon a message received icon appeared on the phone screen and when clicking on it, an image of an unknown number opened. It didn't take you even half a second to process what that image was and who was in it. It was Jungkook and Rawoon. Both were dressed in the same clothes from the day of the beach attack and both were kissing each other. And it wasn’t a simple kiss, it was a hot, deep kiss, he had his hands in her hair and she had her hands on the back of his neck. Your heart dropped in your stomach, and you put your hand on your chest when you felt the pain and shortness of breath.

“Oh my God." You whimpered, your voice cracking and shaking, as an avalanche of emotions washed over you and tears returned to your face. You covered your mouth with your hand at the same moment that Hoseok took a step to the side, turning back, letting others see his state of shock.

When you lift your head and look at Jungkook, you didn't know what to feel or do.

“You kiss her?” You asked bitterly and you could see his eyebrows falling, the sadness on his face, the despair in his eyes. The other guys opened their eyes wide when you turned your phone over and showed them the photo Shadow had just sent you.

Seokjin shook his head in disbelief and leaned against Hoseok's car, staring at his feet, totally puzzled. Taehyung stood looking alternately between you and Jungkook, still processing everything that was going on. Jung kept his eyes on Jungkook, his jaw clenched and blood running hot through his veins. Part of him said to go over Jeon and break his neck, because he had everything, he had you and your love and he was throwing everything away, while the other part just wanted to get you out of there and make you stop crying.

"Babe, no, this ... This is not ..."

"What? Isn't that what it looks like? Isn't that what I'm thinking?" You shouted wildly. No, that wasn't you, you weren't like that. He was killing you, he was destroying you. He then took the initiative to walk towards you causing you to panic, unable to control yourself anymore. “Stay away from me, Jungkook.” You screamed again, making him gasp in despair, but he did not obey your command and did not stop walking until his hands were in your arms.

“Let me explain.”

"Let me go." You shouted pushing him away with such force that he tripped over his own feet, but managed to keep his balance, but the expression on his face of despair and suffering was evident and it would not be leaving anytime soon. “You lied again, Jungkook. That's all you know how to do besides killing. You lied to me, you cheated on me with the woman who killed my parents, who almost killed your friends, the woman who killed Suhee. You hurt me in every possible way, Jeon.”

"I beg you, let's talk about this ..."

"There's nothing to talk about. You have no right to want to talk to me, not after that. You should have told me that before, but instead you decided to hide it, and I had to find out from her." And with each word you said, it was harder to breathe or think.

"Your friend had just died, (Y/N), I couldn't tell you that in the same day, and then every time I tried to talk to you, you ran away from me like I was a monster and was going to hurt you.” He yelled back in frustration.

"You are a monster, Jungkook." You cried, throwing yourself at him, slapping his chest. “You are a fucking monster and the only reason I ran away from you these days was because you had already hurt me, you hurt me many times and I put up with all of them, I tried to overcome them all but that's the last straw, that's enough for me. It's over, Jeon. She can stay with you, you deserve each other.”

“What? No. You can’t do this to me.” He said holding your arms preventing you from continuing to hitting him or walk away, but you pulled your arms so hard that you lost your balance and almost fell backwards on the floor.

"I'm changing plans now, I'm not going anywhere with you, ever again, so why don't you call Shadow and let her know that you're one hundred percent hers?”  You asked venomously, opening Hoseok's car door and getting into the vehicle as he walked around and got into the driver's seat. Jungkook crashed against the window glass, asking you to go out and talk to him, but you ignored him and soon Hoseok was speeding the car away.

Jungkook ran towards his car ready to follow, but Jin stopped him from continuing.

“Let her cool her head, you will not be able to talk to her while she is in this state.”

“And what do you want me to do? Let her go with that asshole? Do you want me to give up on her? I cannot and will not do this.” He shouted aggressively, returning to hold the car door handle, but once again Jin stopped him, receiving a threatening look from Jeon.

“Let Rawoon think she got what she wanted, let her think she managed to separate you. Call her, curse, scream, threaten, show all your anger and how you want to kill her for making (Y/N) leave you. This will keep her happy for a while and give us time to get (Y/N) out of the city safely. After we kill her, (Y/N) will be safe and you will be able to speak to her, but the priority here It is her safety.” Jin advised.

“Fuck.” Jungkook shouted hitting a punch against the car window glass, crossing it with his fist. Seokjin was right. The priority was your safety, he would resolve it later. Now it was time to kill Shadow.

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All Mine - JJK (M)

→ pairing | Jeon Jungkook x Reader

→ genre | smut, angst, ceo!jungkook

→ word count | 6,431

→ summary | CEO of one of the biggest companies in the country,

Jungkook didn't have much time for love. You were in love with him,

but he didn't feel the same way about you, at least that's what you thought.

→ warnings |sex, Adult content, alcoholic beverages, low slang words.

→ A/N| I've been away for a long time, but I'm slowly coming back now. I haven't come off hiatus yet, but it's a start. Please, if you like it, reblog and comment, I'm always open to suggestions.

You knew it was wrong, but it was something you couldn't avoid. From the day you laid your eyes on Jungkook, you had fallen madly in love, but always knew he didn't feel the same way and probably never would. He was cold, impatient and sometimes mean. Well, maybe most of the time he was mean, that was his nature and he made that very clear when you went on a date for the first time.

Despite being a gentleman, he wasn't romantic at all, he wasn't a man of flowers or romanticism.  He could open doors for you, he could pull out your chair for you to sit in, he could buy you gifts and expensive things, but he would never say those three words that most human beings expect to hear. And at first you were fine with that, but after a year in a relationship that was seemingly without commitments and feelings on his part, you were feeling tired. Tired of wanting him to spend the night at your apartment , tired of receiving diamond necklaces the mornings after sex as compensation for him not staying. You were tired of being treated as just an object, as something to satisfy his sexual desires, and mostly tired of him trying to control your life completely.

Jungkook was the president of a pharmaceutical company, the most successful in the country, which was on its way to winning the Academy Award for Global Entrepreneurship. So he was almost always busy, signing contracts, leading new research, traveling on business, so you only saw each other 6 times a month.  Sometimes he decided at the last minute that he would take you with him on a trip, forcing you to undo your commitments and ignore your duties for weeks, and even though you didn't have a job, since your life seemed to revolve only around him, with him paying all your expenses, including putting an apartment in your name, you attended business administration college, and you had exams and assignments that you did with your friends. That's why you always ended up getting on bad terms with your friends for missing your college dates, but you never got a bad image to the university itself, because since he started dating you, Jungkook started donating millions of dollars to your college.

But about the trips, you never complained about it. You visited Paris, Italy, Switzerland, Dubai and several other countries. During the day, you went out and got to know the city you were in, you went to the tourist spots, met new people, ate the native foods, but you always did it yourself, all alone,  because he was always busy with his business meetings, and only saw you at night, in his room.

You also had nothing to complain about the sex. It was always full of lust and madness, goosebumps and sweat. His hands went against the sensitive points of your body and your hands gripped his muscular arms. When you had your chest against the mattress, and he was on top of you, hitting you hard from behind, you would squeeze the sheet between your fingers, and he would caress your arms, bringing his hands to yours, intertwining your fingers. When you were on top, riding, the sweat pouring down your neck, strolling between your breasts, until it dripped onto Jungkook's defined abdomen, you held onto the headboard, using all your strength to do it faster and faster. As he held your waist, pressing his fingers against your skin, his eyes glued to your wet body, the moans echoing through the room, the bed creaking, he cursed as he felt himself coming, gripping your body, sitting on the bed, using the strength of his arms to keep you still on his lap, while you felt his hot liquid spurt into you, the pleasure taking over your body, and you were delirious, coming on his dick.

Then you fell down on the mattress, he pulled you into a hug until he felt that your breathing had normalized, and that your body had stopped spasming. He would get up, get his clothes and not even shower, just kiss you good night and walk out the door of your apartment, leaving you too tired to even try to stop him. And then it would take him days to respond to your messages or call you for yet another overwhelming night.

You were just tired of this bullshit.

You had enough money in the bank to support yourself for months, even years if you lowered your life quality  a little bit and stopped buying so many expensive things. And if you needed to, you had real diamond necklaces, earrings and rings that you could sell for a good price, as well as exclusive brand clothes, shoes and bags. You worked before you met him and your old boss assured you that if you wanted your job back, you would have it. There was nothing that could stop you from getting your freedom back, and meeting other people, having a loving relationship with someone else, other than the fact that you were totally heads over heels in love with Jungkook.

"So, are you coming to celebrate Minho's birthday with us tonight?" Rosé asked as you walked across campus. She was your age and in your class, she was also your best friend and shared everything with you, just like you did with her. She had a body to be envied, buttery brown, caramelized, as she liked to say. Her light pink hair shone as she walked and drew stares, compliments and sighs. She wasn't exactly the easiest person to deal with, she had the strong spirit, the strongest personality and that's why you admired her so much. As long as you had known each other, you had never seen her cry for any man, quite the contrary, it was men who cried for her. And she was the only one of your friends who knew about Jungkook.

"Yeah, I can't even remember the last time I had something with alcohol. I need to drink and go wild."

"Your Sugar Daddy won't let you drink.” She laugh.  “I highly doubt he'll let you hang out with us, anyway. Doesn't he hate you going out without him? So bossy, gosh."

"He's not my Sugar Daddy." You protested.

"Oh no? So what do we call a rich old man who pays everything for a young girl? Philanthropist? Good old man?"

"He's thirty-two. He's only fiveyears older than I am, he’s not that old.” 

Rose rolled her eyes.

"Well, he's not your boyfriend, so..."

"Anyway, we're not hanging out anymore." You shrugged. "The last time I saw him was almost two weeks ago. Since then he hasn't called or texted, and I haven't tried to get in touch either."

"Have you finally come to your senses and realized he wants nothing more than sex with you? And that he will never want to get married or have children?" She asked stopping in her tracks and grabbing your arm, causing you to stop as well. You just shook your head and nodded, a tear starting to run down your cheek, even though you fought so hard to hold it back. Rosé hugged you and stroked your back.

"I just wanted to understand why he can't love me. Am I that bad? Am I so stupid that he didn't even want to spend time with me to get to know me? Am I only good for sex?"

"Don't say those things, this guy is just another asshole in the world and he doesn't deserve you to spend your expensive foundation on him. Not even if he paid for it."

That comment made you laugh through your tears and be grateful for having Rosé by your side.

"Come on, let's pick out our clothes for tonight. Let's dress as slutty as possible, and oh, Minho has a crush on you. Maybe tonight you should use him to forget about Jungkook."

...

You were just getting dressed, wearing  a short, low-cut black satin dress, and high heels of the same color. You chose to pull your hair into a high bun, leaving your shoulders exposed.

You were just putting on your earrings when the doorbell rang. And you shivered all over. Usually, the doorman called to let you know that there was someone in the building who was asking permission to go up to your apartment, and the neighbors almost never stayed home as they were always traveling for work, so there was only one option of who was at your door.

You held yourself still, hoping that if you didn't make a noise, he would leave, but a few seconds later you heard the electronic lock being unlocked and the door opening. It was Jungkook. He always rang the doorbell first before entering the apartment so he wouldn't scare you. But still, you were scared as fuck. He never came to visit you without telling you first. Something was wrong, and you could sense it.

"Princess, are you home?" You could hear his voice coming from the living room, as you heard his footsteps in the hallway, probably heading towards your room. That was it. There was nothing to do. You simply went back to looking at yourself in the mirror, finishing putting on your earrings, remaining calm. When he entered the room, he stopped pacing suddenly, frowning at your, not expecting to find your like this.

God, how wonderful he was. He was all in black, wearing casual clothes, with his suede shoe. His brown hair tossed back, and his scent invading the room. He carried a bottle of wine, a Romanée Conti Grand Cru in one hand while his cell phone and apartment access card were in the other. You looked at him in the mirror, waiting for him to say something, but he continued to stare, relentlessly. You turned to him, his eyes falling on your shoulders and cleavage, for a few seconds he remained there, just looking at you, until he finally seemed to come to his senses and raised his gaze to yours, still frowning.

"Why are you dressed like that?" He asked in a serious tone, the kind he used when he didn't like something. You looked at yourself for a few seconds before turning your attention to him.

"Why? Isn't it good?"

"You look absolutely gorgeous." He exclaimed without hesitation, bringing a stupid smile to your face."Did we have anything scheduled today?" Jungkook looked at his rolex, trying to remember if he had forgotten any appointments he had made with you that night.

"Hmm, no." You said, still unsure what to say. Jungkook raised his head, again looking towards you with a frown. You bit your lip and turned back to the dressing table behind you, opening your jewelry drawer and looking for a necklace. "I'm going out with some friends today." And so you chose one that had only one cut diamond pendant in the shape of a heart. Jungkook had given it to you for your birthday, two months after you started hanging out.

“What friends?” You didn't even have the courage to look at his reflection in your mirror as you heard his voice getting angrier. But you couldn't understand why. He'd said himself that there was nothing between you, so why did he seem so upset?

“Some college friends. It's one of our classmates' birthday today and Rosé invited me to go with them to a pub downtown.” And that was it, you were ready to leave.

"Okay." he almost whispered. "And why didn't you tell me?" He asked putting the wine bottle on top of the dresser that was next to the door, and shoved his hands in his pants pockets. You shrugged and turned to him, who still had that confused, troubled expression on his face.

"You didn't call or text, you just... disappeared for almost two weeks, I thought you'd finally found a new sex toy and had forgotten about me. I was just moving on."

And so you walked past him, heading to the closet and looking for something. Jungkook blinked a few times until he finally understood what was happening and turned towards you, who was wearing your jacket.

"Is there something you want to tell me, (y/n)?" He never calls you by your name, only when you were in a fight or about to get into one. And you didn't feel like fighting at all, because you knew that every time, you ended up in bed, and he ended up leaving, as usual. You just sighed, fighting the urge to start cursing and jumping into his arms, and just grabbed your keys and your cell phone off the nightstand next to your bed. When you turned to him again, he remained motionless.

"I don't have anything to talk to you about, Jungkook. Like you said, we're just two adults having no-strings-attached sex, I don't owe you any explanations.” You didn't even know where you got so much strength to say that. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going out with my friends. If you want to stay, make yourself at home, if not, don't forget to lock the door when you leave."

When you walked out the apartment door, you felt like you could finally breathe again. You weren't afraid of Jungkook's reaction, you knew he would never do anything violent or dangerous to you, but you knew he was quite possessive of his stuff, and you knew he thought you was his. And to be honest, you knew you were his, you felt like his, but that had to change, you had to get over it. You wanted a family, children someday, and you knew he didn't want something like that. He wasn't the right man for you.

It didn't take long for your taxi to arrive, and by the time you boarded, Jungkook still hadn't left the building. Maybe he would stay there a little longer, maybe he would wait for you to come back. But you would try not to worry about it.

When you arrived at the pub, Rosé was outside, waiting for you to arrive. You had already been to that place once, Jungkook was the one who took you and there you’d stayed in the VIP area. It was quite an experience counting that you had sex in one of the bathrooms.

“Ready to forget that asshole?”

No, you weren’t

“Yeah, I am.”

But you could pretend it.

...

The night was moving really slowly, you had like three or four drinks, and had a bunch of strangers hitting on you like they know you. The songs were good and you even danced some with Rosé, but it was weird to be in a place like this without Jungkook shielding you from the others. You always felt safe when he was close to you, but even with your male college friends hanging around, you couldn't let go, for fear that one of those weird guys that was hitting on you might decide to do something. Being a woman wasn't easy, but being a woman in the middle of a pub full of drunk men and possible predators was even harder. And you hated it. You hated misogyny in society, you hated feeling like a targed, and you hated feeling so dependent on Jungkook.

"Is everything alright?" Minho's voice sounded close to your ear, making you look over your shoulder and see him standing right next to you. He was a tall, handsome man with black hair and an athlete's physique, he was polite and kind, and he loved children. He would be your perfect match if there wasn't an asshole on your mind.

“Yeah, I’m just tired.”  You smiled. “So? Having fun?”

"Oh, I don't know. Sometimes I think I've lost the ability to have fun at parties that start after 8 pm." He said scratching the back of his neck. "I guess I'm too old for these things."

"Don't say that, you must be tired of studying and working so hard." You said taking a sip of your drink.

"But what about you? You don't seem to be enjoying yourself either." He sat on the bench next to you, turning to face you, his arm resting on the counter, very, very close to you, so close that his hand almost touched yours that that covered the glass on the counter, preventing anyone from trying to put something in your drink.

"No, I'm having fun." You lied. "I'm just really tired, it's been a long week."

"Well, yeah, Rosé said you've been pretty busy with some personal projects. And to be honest, I've always been really curious about what those projects were, or if you were actually just dating someone and didn't want anyone to know." He gave a wan smile. "But she assured me that you didn't have a boyfriend and that you were actually looking for one."

You laughed humorlessly. Rosé, i’ll kill you. You thought.

"It's like her to say something like that."

"Look, I'll be really straight, I know we're not that close, we are both always busy and we hardly see each other at university, but you know, I kind of have a crush on you, and by crush I mean I'm dying to be more than your friend." You felt your cheeks burn, but couldn't stop staring into his eyes, which gave him enough confidence to go on. "And if you give me a chance, I think I could make a great boyfriend. Not that I'm saying we're going to start dating right on the first date." He chuckled sheepishly, and you thought that was so cute that you couldn't contain a shy laugh either. "I'm really bad at these things, sorry, I'm not very good at hitting on a girl." He cleared his throat, glancing around. "Anyway, I think we should dance, to see if this embarrassing moment can be broken."

"That would be a good idea, but I kind of don't like dancing around all these people, there are a lot of men here and I don't like the idea of a strange man trying to rub himself against me.”

"They are not going to touch you." He said smiling, reaching out to you. "I won’t let them." You bit your lip, thinking for a second. You needed to take a chance on whatever it was, only then would you be able to forget Jungkook. Or at least begin to try.

You smiled and nodded, reaching your hand towards him, but before you could even bring your fingers into Minho's palm, a huge male hand wrapped around yours, making you turn around to see who it was, your eyes widening when you saw Jungkook looking down to you. And what surprised you the most at that moment was not the fact that he was there, but the soft look he had.

"Forgive my tardiness, princess." He said smiling, bringing his face closer to yours and giving you a kiss on the forehead, leaving you even more in shock. "Kyle and I got stuck in a huge traffic jam." Kyle, the man almost as tall as Jungkook, dark-haired, dressed in a suit, who was standing two steps behind him, was his private security, his bodyguard. There was nowhere Jungkook went that Kyle wasn't together, except of course, your apartment. You didn't talk much, usually he was very quiet, and polite, he greeted you and that was it, he was silent for the rest of the time.

“You must be the birthday boy, I suppose. I hope I got here before you blew out the candles.” He turned to Minho who had a confused look and still had his hand extended towards you. If it had been on other occasions, you would have caught the sarcasm in Jungkook's words, but at that moment, you were still trying to process that he was still holding your hand.

On the other hand, Minho seems to have understood very well what he meant.

“(y/n), there you are... Oh my god what is the steel giant doing here?” Rosé came out of the crowd that was occupying the dance floor, and just like you, she widened her eyes when she saw him.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Minho asked, putting his hand down. A smile appeared on Jungkook's face as the sparkle in Minho's eyes faded.

"I'm Jeon Jungkook, (y/n)'s boyfriend." He simply said. The two girls looked at each other, still wide-eyed, mouths agape, while hissing ‘oh my god’ without making a single sound.

"Wow, you really do have a boyfriend." Minho laughed dryly. "I don't... I thought... Rosé told me you didn't have anyone... I didn't want to... You should have told me." 

You just wanted to curl up and hide from all that embarrassment. You didn't even know you had a boyfriend, how could you tell others that you had one?

“No, no, no, she doesn’t have a boyfriend, he’s lying.” Rosé intervened, making everyone look at her. Even Jungkook frowned at her. "If she had a boyfriend, she would have said it, wouldn't you (y/n)?" 

You wanted to say something, but you didn't know what. Luckily, Jungkook always had an answer for everything and saved you the shame of making up a blatant lie.

“We kept our relationship a secret for some time, I didn't want her to be disturbed by onlookers or reporters. I didn't want our personal lives to end up on the cover of a magazine.”

“What, you’re like famous or something?” Rosé questioned, crossing her arms in a very arrogant and petulant way.

"I'm just Hanmi's CEO."

"You mean the Hanmi Enterprise?" Minho asked totally shocked. Jungkook nodded. "Like, the biggest pharmaceutical company in the country?"

“Yes.”

"Oh my god sir, I swear I didn't know (y/n) was your girlfriend, I would never do anything...” And he started freaking out. “My god, the Hanmi Enterprise is every business administration student's dream in this country, the internship project that you have is just amazing."

Rosé rolled her eyes and grabbed your hand.

"While you guys sit there sucking each other's balls, (y/n) and I are going to the bathroom."

And she started pulling you towards the bathrooms. The moment you were inside, she turned towards you and slapped your arm.

“Ouch. Why did you do that?”

“Why did i...What the hell were you thinking of calling the Iceman, Olaff's creator, to come here?”

“How many drinks did you have? Elza is the creator of Olaff, not the... Ouch, stop hitting me.” 

"If you didn't invite him, then how the hell did he... Oh my lord. " And she covered her mouth, her eyes widening. "Do you think he implanted a mini tracker in you while you slept?"

“He didn’t do that, Rosé.”

"So he's tracking your phone, what a freak."

"He doesn't..." You took a deep breath. "Rosé, he's a partner at this nightclub. I've come here other times with him, one of his friends must have called and said I was here."

"Why didn't you tell me that when we arrived? I could have chosen another place."

"I didn't know he would come after me, at least not after the short conversation we had before I came here."

"What conversation?" She asked stopping to go around in circles. "I thought you guys weren't talking."

"And we weren't, but today he showed up at my apartment by surprise, all…perfect, holding a very expensive bottle of wine. I said I was going out with some friends, he asked why I didn't tell him, I said I didn't owe him an explanation, and I left."

"Oh, so I know exactly what's going on here, he's trying to show that he's the alpha male, and that you can even say you don't owe him an explanation, but still, you belong to him."

"Well maybe I do."

"I can't believe you're saying this." She said, in disbelief. "Have you forgotten how he's been treating you all this time?"

"Look Rosé, he never promised me roses and hearts, I always knew he didn't want a serious relationship, but you saw what he just did, he declared in front of other people that he's my boyfriend. That has to be worth something." You said throwing your hands up. "I think perhaps I should give him one more chance."

The girl was thoughtful for a few seconds, until a smile that you knew well appeared on her lips.

“I know this face, what are you up to?”

“I thought of a great way to test your Sugar Daddy.” And so she walked towards the door, while you rolled your eyes and followed.

"He's not my sugar daddy." And when they opened the door, they both came face to face with Kyle, the bodyguard, who was standing in front of them. “Kyle, what are you doing here?”

"What do you think? The old man told him to come after you. So controlling.” Rosé complained.

“Mr Jeon asked to let you know that he and your friends are in the VIP area, and that he is waiting for you there.” Kyle said simply. Rosé just sighed and headed in a direction opposite to the VIP area. “Is your friend all right, Miss (y/l/n)? Need something?"

"No, she's fine, you get used to it with time."

After climbing the stairs that led to the VIP area, (y/n) noticed that the two sofas were almost full, there was only one vacant seat, on a loveseat sofa and was right next to Jungkook. He was engaged in conversation with the other guys, and they were probably talking about politics and his company. Deciding you should drink some more, to process everything that was going on, you headed to the drinks counter and sat there, ordering a margherita for the waiter.

It didn't take long before a hand went to your waist and Jungkook sat down beside you.

"So... Steel giant, huh?"

(y/n) looked at him for a few seconds before taking a sip of her drink.

"Don't think about it too much, Rosé is 5.25ft tall, anyone is a giant for her."

"She doesn't seem to like me very much, you must have spoken very badly about me." He said nodding to the bartender that already knew what his drink would be.

“I only told the truth. It's not my fault if you're the bad guy.”

"I'm not the bad guy, only when you ask me to be." He whispered the last part. At other times it would turn you on, but at that moment, you weren't in the mood for it. Then you swiveled around on the bench, facing him.

“Look, why are you here anyway?” You asked. “Why did you come to tell my friends that you're my boyfriend when you really aren't? Have you come to show that you own me?”

“To be honest, it made me jealous to death that you could be getting hooked up with other men, and that possibly at one time or another, you would fall for one of them.” He said staring at Minho while he was talking to his friends. “And I could have sworn you were falling for that guy.”

“And what do you have to do with it, Jungkook? It was you who said that..."

"I know what I said, princess, and I was wrong."

And he made you gawk.

“Were you?”

"Yeah." He nodded. "Look, I'm not good at this, and I'm trying to change my behavior with you because you deserve so much more than a guy like me and I want to be someone who deserves you." He sighed. “Today I received the best news I could receive in the business world. And the first thing I thought of was you, I thought how much I wanted to share this news with you and how important you are to me. So I went to your apartment with that wine. I thought it was about time I had a conversation with you about my feelings, about why I was so…cold.”

"Well, you can tell me now." You said still not believing what you had heard.

“No, it's a conversation we should have alone. And I don't want to stop you from having fun with your friends. In fact, I just want you to know that I don't think of you as a toy, I know my actions so far just said that, but I swear that's not how I feel about you." He said getting up and approaching you, hovering over you, holding your face. "I just wanted you to know that..."

"(y/n)!" Rosé's voice caught your attention, and you turned to the side, seeing your friend running towards you. “Come with me, now!” And so she grabbed your arm, taking it from Jungkook's hands, who just sighed and sat down again, watching you walk down the stairs until you lost sight of you.

"What's it?" you asked, your voice not loud enough to override the loud music in the room. You were being pulled into the crowd, on the dance floor in the common part of the Pub.

“You will dance with me. Our special Have Mercy choreography.”

"What? What are you...”

“I'm going to prove to you that Jungkook doesn't deserve a second chance, that he's controlling and that the moment he sees you dancing sensually among this bunch of guys, he's going to drag you out of here. Because that's what shit men do, they fuck women up, he takes away your freedom and ends your life. Trust me."

"Rosé, he's not like that."

"Oh no? Then dance with me and prove me wrong."

When CHLOE's voice invaded the place, Rosé started dancing the 'special choreography' they had created in their freshman year of college, when they met and became best friends. It was something sensual and provocative, and one that would surely attract the attention of both sexes there. Praying that no strangers would try to grope you, you started dancing with your friend.  

You weren't the best dancer in the world, but you always liked to dance, it made you elastic and it was a great exercise for people who, like you, didn't like working out. Rosé had a lot more waddle, she could wiggle her hips a lot better, and she created all the choreography. And if she didn't like what she studied in college so much, she'd probably be a dancer.

And the highlight of the choreography, in your opinion, was when you wiggled your ass, keeping your legs straight and lowered your torso, touching your fingertips to the floor, and then you went up at once, throwing your hair back, and lowered yourselves. at once, as if you were actually going to sit down.

“(y/n) and Rosé are killing it.” One of the friends from the university who was in the VIP area said, making the others look over the railing, to the dance floor below, seeing the two swaying among the other people, attracting several looks.Jungkook approached the protection bar, holding a glass of whiskey and watched you, who tossed your hair, went down and up, made provocative movements and was attracting a lot of attention.

He looked at Kyle who got the message and just waved his hand, calling out to the other security guards who followed the boss to the common area dance floor.

Jungkook looked around, seeing the amount of men who were watching you too.

“Bunch of pervs. Kyle" He called, not taking his eyes off his girl.

“Sir?”

"Don't let any man touch her."

"Yes sir." And so Kyle led the security guards who, one by one, barred any man from approaching the two girls in the middle of the dance floor who with your dance, now infected other girls who danced sensually around them. Jungkook started walking in circles, slowly, around the girls, eyes glued to you. In his mind, several scenarios were happening, several memories were reproduced and the fire that burned in his chest, only seemed to burn with even more intensity.

When herealize that a man managed to avoid the security guards and enter the circle, and that he had his eyes and even his hands raised towards you, Jungkook quickened his pace, slipping between you and the boy, looking him up and down, his gaze cold and intimidating, not needing anything else for the boy to back off.

At the end of the song, you and Rosé celebrated and only then looked around, seeing that the security guards had made a kind of barrier, leaving the men out and the women in. You both looked towards Jungkook who was beside Kyle, looking at you with a smug smile on his face as he shoved his hands into his pants pockets. You can't help but smile.

"I told you." You turned to your friend who looked nothing less than impressed.

"He literally pushed every man in this pub away from you, just to let you dance." She laughed. "Yeah, that's pretty cool."

You walked towards him and let him hug you by the waist.

"Do I need to do anything else to prove how important you and your happiness are to me?" You looked around, biting your lip, trying to think of something. The whole situation, the dancing, the display of power, made you aroused and you could feel that you were wet, so when you saw what you wanted, you turned to him and leaned on his shoulders, bringing your lips to his ear.

"I want you to fuck me on those tables over there." You said pointing to the darkest corner of the pub, where literally no one was sitting, as they were more interested in dancing and getting high than sitting. Jeon let out a groan and tightened his hands on your waist, starting to push you towards the tables, he never backed down on a challenge and was always willing to fuck anywhere you were comfortable with.

Minutes later, you were at one of those tables both in the dark. You were kneeling on the floor under the table. He had his pants open and his cock was in your hand. You moved your soft hand over him as your mouth sucked on the top, making Jungkook grunt and grab your hair, moving your head according to the pleasure he was feeling. And with every movement you made with your tongue, he pushed your head harder until you swallowed his whole dick, being able to feel the bottom of your throat, moving his hips against your mouth, fucking your throat until you are out of breath and patting his thigh, making him let go, watching the saliva run from your mouth to the middle of your breasts, making him even harder with that sight.

He cursed - his words were not heard because of the loud music. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a condom. He ripped the package open with his teeth as you stood up and had your back to him. As soon as he put a condom on his cock, he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap,pulled your panties to the side and let him position his cock at the entrance to your dripping pussy. You slowly sat up until you were full of him, your walls getting used to the size he was. You spread your hands across the table, slowly moving your hips back and forth. Jungkook threw his head back, hitting the club wall, cursing as you slowly rolled on his lap, lust taking over his body, totally at your mercy. He used to be the dominator in bed, but he would never lie about the fact that if you asked, he'd drop to his knees for you, his princess. He got so weak when you moved like that.  He cupped your waist, pressing his fingers into your skin, in an almost silent request for you to move faster, and you did, riding his cock with ease.

And between moans and curses your chest was against the table, Jungkook was standing behind you, one hand resting on your back while the other held your waist, hitting hard from behind. His grunts and groans of pleasure were totally masked by the electronic music that was now blaring from the speakers. No one there had noticed the madness they were committing, and if they did, no one cared. His cock hitting the right place, making you roll your eyes and grab the edge of the table while you bit your own lips, feeling your pussy tighten around him, your core so hot and so tight, it hurt.

"Fuck." You grunted as you felt orgasm reaching your body, as he increased the force of the blows, now pulling your arms, making you stand, your ass lifted against his hip, one of his arms hugging your waist, while with the other hand he grabbed your throat. He bit down on your shoulder, sucking on your skin as he slammed his cock against your pussy. “Fucking hell, fuck.” He hissed as he came. His cum filling the condom and he in the midst of his delirium of pleasure, he wished he was filling your pussy with his cum, imagining how pleasurable it would be to see his cum running down your legs after he filled you.

He collapsed sitting on the seat, taking the condom off his dick and zipping his pants while you adjusted the dress and hair. He pulled you onto his lap, sitting you sideways on his thighs and hugging you, letting you lay your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and resting.

"We should go home." He whispered to you, who just nodded, too tired to speak. He then got up with you on his lap, carrying you out of the club, and to the car, where Kyle took them to your apartment.

And for the first time, Jungkook slept with you in your bed.

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What Goes Around Comes Around - JJK

→ pairing | Jeon Jungkook x Reader / Changkyun(IM) x Reader

→ genre | smut, angst, cheater!jungkook

→ word count | 7,231

→ summary |After you broke up with him months ago for finding out he was cheating on you, Jungkook sees you having sex with Changkyun in a dressing room.

→ warnings |sex, Adult content, A lot of cursing, Jungkook being a little shit, a lot of bitching, angst, some fluffy? Don't know. There is smut.

→ A/N|  I had some parts of this fanfic already ready and as I was out of inspiration for another thing, I decided to put it all together and write this.. I wanted to dedicate this to both ARMYs and monbebes, because I know there aren't many fanfics with I.M around here. And I don't know why, since Changkyun is such a sweetheart. Give him a chance. Maybe I'll write a part two with Jungkook smut. I hope you like it, if you can reblog I would be very grateful. Send me asks with your thoughts, I'm always open to opinions.

You and Jungkook started dating three years ago, during the Love Yourself Answer album promotions, which is when you joined the BTS dancer team.In the beginning everything was flowers and fairy tales, even though dating was hidden from fans, even if they weren't forbidden to date, all the affection you received from the other guys and all the love you got from Jungkook seemed to be enough, but the The truth is, you just didn't seem like enough for him, at least not anymore.

You were nervous as fuck, you couldn't even remember the last time you performed in front of so many people.It was probably on BTS' last tour. And you didn't even want to imagine what a scandal it would be when when he found out you were going to perform with MonstaX. Jungkook never liked your friendship with Changkyun, always saying that he didn't want to be just your friend, that he wanted to fuck you, that the first chance he had to steal you from him, he would. And then he would start accusing you, saying that you liked the attention I.M gave you, that you liked to make him jealous and that you probably should have cheated on him over and over again. What had never happened, and would never happen, after all, you loved Jungkook and would never do anything to hurt him.

You never imagined that all those accusations were a shield to protect him from his own guilt. You had arrived a few hours earlier at HYBE to practice some of the new choreography that Hoseok had shown you. And as you passed in front of one of the rooms, you heard moans, moans you knew very well, peeking through the door lock, you could see very well the figure of Jungkook fucking another girl from behind, one of the staff. The next thing you remember is running away from there, locking yourself in Namjoon's studio, crying, sobbing, as he tries to calm you down and while Jungkook knocks on the door begging to come in.

After calming down a bit, and picking up your cell phone texting the first person that appeared on your screen, begging them to get you out of there, Namjoon convinced you to listen to what Jungkook had to say. He bent down in front of you who were sitting on top of the loveseat, while Namjoon was beside you, holding your hand. This happened for months, he cheated on you for months, saying that he was very anxious and stressed and that you were always busy practicing or studying, and that's why he ended up falling for the other woman's temptation. He didn't even have the courage to take the blame for his own mistake, he blamed you for not paying attention and blamed the other woman for provoking him. You were so enraged that as soon as he closed his mouth, your hand went to his cheek, making him fall on his ass on the floor, perplexed.

You left the studio and strode towards the elevator, seeing Jungkook running towards you as the doors closed. Already used to exiting through the back entrance, you ducked past the other staff and pushed open the emergency exit door, bursting into tears as you finally stepped out of the building.

"What happened?" The familiar voice made you look up and see Changkyun walking towards you, eyes wide and face worried. “I got your message. Why are you crying?”

"Jungkook." You hissed between sobs. "He cheated on me."

“What? That little fucker.” And he hugged you, letting you cry on his shoulder. Changkyun was a very sweet guy, he was quiet, he listened more than he spoke and always seemed to be willing to do anything to make you smile. On the same day you had met, two years ago, he had already called himself your best friend. And even though he was a sweet, calm, understanding guy, he was extremely scary when he got angry. Just like Jungkook. At the same moment, Jungkook had thrown himself against the door, calling your name, stopping to run when he saw you in another man's arms. Worse yet, in the arms of the man he knew had his own intentions with you.

"Yah! What the fuck are you doing here?" He yelled and pointed his finger towards you. Changkyun shot him a look before grabbing your shoulders and pushing you gently, releasing you from his embrace.

"My car is just around the corner, come on." He said ignoring the steric screams of the younger one, who was now held back by the hyungs who had finally managed to catch up to him, before he started a fight and ended up on the front pages of the gossip magazines.

You didn't see him again, except for the day you took your resignation letter to HYBE's HR. He wanted to talk to you, but the members themselves wouldn't let him, as they knew there was nothing he could say or do that would put an end to all the insecurity and sadness he had caused you.

Changkyun was the one who helped you out of the pit. He and the other boys welcomed you into the family and let you watch them train and practice. You spent more time with I.M and he let you hear his new compositions and kept your head busy. In time you had memorized all their choreographies and impressed with how quickly you had to learn them, they asked if you wanted to work with them, and because that was your profession and because you loved what you did, and for obviously being unemployed, you accepted. And that ended up bringing the two of you even closer.

And that brought you back to the present.

You were standing behind the stage, shaking, this would be your first performance together with another group, away from Jungkook and without Hoseok's tips. It would be a mix of songs, Jealousy, Shoot Out and God Damn, and the other seven guys didn't seem nervous at all. And you knew that BTS would be in the audience, after all this was an award show and they had been nominated for multiple awards. You thank god the whole team was wearing masks.

When the lights went out, everyone got into position as the curtains would go up in a few seconds and the performance would start. You were beside Changkyun and he was so close to you, you could feel his breath on you, and you could feel his heart beating, close to yours. You didn't know where the courage or the will to do it came from, but when you did, you had lifted your mask and pressed your lips to his. He stood still, the lack of light, everything being dark, you didn't know what his expression was, you didn't know if he liked it or hated it, so you quickly walked away, lowering the mask again, seconds later the lights came on and his eyes were glued to yours, and he had a bright smile on his face, which was a bad thing, as they couldn't smile during the performance.

Jungkook was in the audience with the other guys, he blinked a few times, with the feeling that he already knew one of those dancers on stage, which was strange.

"Stop frowning, the camera is about to fall on us." Yoongi warned him and the younger one obeyed, softening his expression. "What's it?"

"I don't know, I'm under the impression I know that dancer." The youngest said covering his mouth so no one could see what he was saying.

"There are a lot of them, be specific."

"The one with the stars on the... That's (y/n)." He almost yelled, widening his eyes and pointing at the stage, Yoongi hurriedly grabbed his wrist and lowered it, scolding him with his gaze.

"What's it?" Jin who was beside her asked.

"Jungkook is thinking one of the dancers is (y/n)." Yoongi said, waving at the camera as it landed on them.

"It's not possible, she didn't tell me anything about working for Starship." Namjoon whispered to his friends.

"I'm sure hyungs. I was with her when she got that tattoo." Jungkook bent down to get a bottle of water and as he did so, he whispered. "That son of a bitch besides stealing my girlfriend, now has her as a dancer."

"You betrayed her in the first place. He didn't steal her from you, you handed her over to him on a tray." It was Hoseok's turn to speak. "Now stop the scandal before some fancan catches you freaking out." And then the stage lights went out, the next song was about to start, Changkyun grabbed your hand and pulled you against him as the other members of the group and dancers left the stage, leaving just the two of you.

"You have no idea what you activated in me." He whispered in your ear and backed away a few inches, the lights coming on again. And as the audience cheered and applauded, he winked at you and then flashed a dirty grin, which made your whole body tingle. Jungkook shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clenching his jaw at the sight of you so close to another man. All the fears he had of seeing you leave him for another man were manifesting. And in his mind, you were still together, still dating, he just needed time with you to convince you of that, he only needed ten minutes, but you had run away from him for months. This was his chance, after the performance, he would talk to you, whatever the cost.

Seconds before he started, you both walked confidently towards the front of the stage, where sparks erupted as he started his chorus. The audience screamed in excitement, being surprised by the choreography, seeing you dance around the idol with sensual movements, but nothing explicit, which ended up holding everyone's attention as the two danced close together and seemed to connect with each movement, giving goosebumps everyone who watched that performance, whether present there or on television, not knowing that a song like that could have such an engaging choreography. The chemistry between the two of you just couldn't be seen by those who didn't want to.

The two of you turned around, facing each other and dancing together. You were smiling under the mask, having fun with what you were doing, even increasing the steps with a few more movements, like throwing your arms up and down through your body. As for him, he would smile at you, he was having fun because he was doing what he liked and because you were enjoying it too. He liked the idea of you being happy doing that with him.

As soon as Changkyun's part was over, he flashed a seductive smile to the audience as he put his arm around your shoulders and you put your arm around the boy's back and you both walked sensually across the stage. The lights went out once more and Jungkook swore, his voice not being heard as the crowd went wild. And when the lights came on again, the whole group was on stage accompanied by the other dancers, ready to perform Jealousy, and there was no other song that explained so well what Jungkook was feeling at that moment. He was so jealous, both of the closeness you had with the other guy, and of never having had the opportunity to dance to a sexy song with you on stage. You had so much charisma, so much stage presence, you were the perfect dancer, the perfect woman for him and you were in the arms of another man. Fuck!

They were then called by a Staff, it was time to prepare for their presentation, which would be the next one after the commercials. One by one they got up and went to the dressing room, not getting to see the end of MonstaX's performance.

After leaving the stage, the boys celebrated the success of the performance and as everyone went to the dressing room, Changkyun who was a little behind, held your hand. You looked at him and he was smiling as he walked, it was a cute, innocent smile, different from the one he had given you a few minutes ago.

“You two were amazing, did you see how the audience reacted to you? wah, even I got goosebumps from that dance." Minhyuk said, rubbing his arms, laughing.

"They could even say you two are dating or something." Kihyun said, looking over his shoulder at the boy who was walking calmly. "Are you?"

“I don’t know.” The boy next to you, squeezed your hand and pulled it, making you spin and hit his chest, who now had his arm over your shoulder, still holding your hand, but this time your faces were much closer. “Maybe.”

“Finally someone who is willing to take your virginity." Jooheon joked and received a middle finger from Changkyun as you laughed, embarrassed. "Is this how you treat your hyung?"

"Sorry hyung, but please go fuck yourself."

"At least he's polite, Jooheon, we teach him well." Shownu said, making the others laugh.

And when they reached the dressing room door, the others walked in while the two of you stayed outside for a little while longer.

"How it feels?"

"I feel like I can rule the world." You laughed at the cliché. "That was amazing, really. You know, at first I was super nervous, but then you looked at me and gave me so much confidence that I just got carried away and wow."

"Was it better than performing with Bangtan?" He asked, getting closer, holding your waist that was so euphoric that you didn't even notice the approach.

"It was different. You know, with BTS the choreographies were much heavier, and more difficult, Hoseok does what he can to make them as unique as possible, and that takes a lot of strength and a lot of energy. And even though I had fun, I don't think I had all that eye-to-eye emotion like I did with you, after all, I've never danced a solo like today, not even with, well, you know who.”

"What about the kiss you gave me? How did you feel?"

"I-I don't know." You bit your lip, seeing his eyes leave yours and move towards yoour mouth. "I just felt like I had to take the chance, I felt like I would never get another chance like that. I know I shouldn't have done that..."

"You're all wrong, babe." He sighed, bringing one of his hands up to your face, caressing your cheek before cupping your chin, his thumb going to your lip and stroking it. He licked his lips, slowly bringing his face to yours, making your heart race like a race car. "You should have done this a long time ago." You swallowed hard and closed your eyes as your breath hitched, the urge building more and more, his scent, his voice, his touch, god, you wanted him. And just as your lips were about to touch, a scream startled you both, making you pull away. As you looked to the side, Jungkook came towards them, along with Jimin and Taehyung. Changkyun took a deep breath, clenching his jaw, closing his eyes tightly before forcing every muscle in his body to pull away from you and turn towards the others as they approached.

"Get away from her"

"Why should I walk away from her?"

"You have no right to touch her."

"And why not?" he asked crossing his arms in front of his chest, annoyed. "She wants it, so do I. What's the problem?"

"You know very well what the problem is." Jungkook said taking a step towards the two of you, making you roll your eyes. In the last few weeks you had found yourself wondering what your reaction would be when you saw Jungkook again, you thought you would cry, you thought you would want to slap him, you even thought you wouldn't resist him and you would come crawling back to him, but you never thought you'd actually be rolling your eyes, irritated by the sound of his voice.

"Jimin, put some reason in his head" You asked the older one, who looked at Taehyung before looking at Jungkook.

"Maknae, that's enough." Jimin said holding back. "Let's go, or we'll be late for the performance. Leave them alone."

"Kate, you can't do this." He said, this time looking in your direction. You took a deep breath, thinking of the best way to answer him, but Changkyun was quicker and answered for you.

"She knows what she can and can't do. And she can kiss me if she wants to, and I know she wants to."

"She is my girlfriend." Jeon yelled threatening to step forward while the other boy burst into loud laughter. The noise caught the attention of the guys in the next dressing room, leaving the room and meeting confused faces as Changkyun bent his knees laughing.

"What's up?" Shownu asked confused, you shrugged and shook your head. "I.M?"

"They say the Golden Maknae can do anything, but I didn't know that comedy was one of your gifts, Jungkook." The boy said wiping the tears that had fallen from his eyes as he laughed, seeing Jungkook get even redder. "Get real kid, she's not your girlfriend anymore, she stopped being when you cheated on her with some skank.”

"It was a mistake, a mistake that only concerns her and me, you have nothing to do with it, so let us both work it out."

"Look at her. Does it look like she wants to 'work out' something with you?" Changkyun's angry voice reappeared. Jungkook looked at you who were huddled between Changkyun and the guys at the dressing room door.

"Jeon Jungkook I swear if you're looking for a fight again, I'll tell Bang-PD." Namjoon's voice rang out from behind the three Bangtan Boys who turned around, making room for the leader to pass. "Go back to the dressing room now, or else." Jimin and Taehyung waved at you before turning around and walking back down the hall, Jungkook looked at you for a few more seconds before doing the same. As for Namjoon, he whispered an apology to you before bowing to greet the other guys and following the path of his members.

"You know that if you got into a fight with Jungkook, he would have ripped you in two, don't you?" Minhyuk asked, making the boy frown. "What? Have you seen the size of his arms? He looks like two tree trunks."

"Who needs enemies when you have Minhyuk as a friend, right?" Hyungwon joked, making the mood lighter.

"Let's go back outside to our seats, the next performances are about to start." Shownu said.

"You can go ahead, I'll change first." Changkyun said, slinging his arm over your shoulder, you felt yourself burning with embarrassment seeing the boys' eyes all over you.

"Are you going to change or are you going to change (y/n)'s clothes too?

"Stop being so annoying, Jooheon." Kihyun said holding the boy's neck and pulling him away."

"Come on honey, let's talk." He said pulling you into the room and closing the door.

...

After going on stage, Jungkook couldn't concentrate, the only thing he could see was Changkyun's vacant seat and think about where he could be. Was he with you? Had the two of you gone, were you doing something? Jungkook has never wished for a performance to end as quickly as this one. He couldn't lose you, he couldn't. He needed to have one more chance, just one more chance to make everything right. He would do everything right, he knew it. After all as Changkyun himself said, he was the Golden Maknae, he could do anything.

"Jungkook, where the hell are you going?" Namjoon called out to him, seeing that the boy was following a different path than the one leading to the group's dressing room. "You'll end up getting punched in the eye and I won't do anything to defend you, you're being a pain in the ass today."

"I won't do anything wrong, Hyung, I promise." Namjoon shook his head in disbelief.

"She wants nothing more to do with you, kid. Accept it and move on before you get hurt." Yoongi said. "Go, but you know, if you get in trouble, the whole group's reputation is on the line."

“I know, hyung. Thank you.”

And so he continued on his way.

Back in the dressing room, you and Changkyun were inside the cramped bathroom, you were sitting on the sink, and he was between your legs, hands on your thighs, while yours were in his hair. You didn't know how long you were there, but your lips were starting to hurt and swell from kissing him so much. Your makeup must have been all smeared with sweat, not even dancing had you sweated like that.

“Fuck, i want you so fucking much.” He whispered, using one hand to cup your face, looking into your eyes as your ragged breaths tried to synchronize. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled as close as possible, moaning as you felt his cock brush against the fabric covering your private parts. "You will drive me crazy."

"Have me. Take me, please." You begged, didn't giving a damn about where you were, you knew someone could walk in at any moment, but you were wrapped up in so much ecstasy, you couldn't control yourself anymore.

"Shit, wait a minute." He said, giving you a quick kiss before rushing out of the bathroom, leaving you with an emptiness between your legs, and your entire body tingling every second. You leaned your head against the mirror behind you and closed your eyes, biting your lips, one of your hands stopping at your breast and massaging it while the other stopped between your legs, massaging your pleasure point.

"Fuck, what a sight." His voice made you open your eyes and see him with dark eyes. Desire, lust, passion, you could see it all in those eyes. And it was all for you. "Take your pants off, sweetheart." He said, closing the door behind him. You did as he said, stood up and took off the pants you were wearing, leaving only your panties that could easily be pushed aside. He hurried to lower his own pants, lifting his shirt and putting the hem in his mouth, holding it while he put the condom on his cock. And what a dick. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, just wanting to be able to feel him, even if it was over the condom. You knelt in front of him, replacing his hands with yours, massaging his member before putting it in your mouth, swallowing as much as you could, moving as fast as you could, watching him throw his head back and roll his eyes. He gasped, his chest rising and falling, his muscles tensing. “Hell no, babe.” He grabbed a piece of your shirt and pulled it up at once, grabbing you around the waist, and sitting you down on the sink again. "I'm going to come inside you tonight, another day you can do whatever you want with me, but not today, got me?"

“Yeah.”

“Good.” He whispered and then kissed you, holding your face on both sides, a kiss so deep you could barely breathe. He then released one of his hands from your face, and went down to between your legs where he pushed your panties to the side, touching the waterfall that was at your entrance. he cursed. "I want to taste you, but if I wait a little longer, I'll come without even having fucked you."

"Please don’t." You whispered against his lips. Desperate for more.

"I promise to make it up to you when we get out of here, hm?"

"Hmm." You barely managed to respond, feeling him enter you, arching your back, feeling him stretch you. “yes” You dragged the word out, before you hugged him by the shoulders and he hugged you around the waist, starting to move against you, until he was finally all inside, pounding to the end, hard and slowly, rolling his hips against yours, your body unable to keep still, trying your best to get more friction, more movement. “Fuck.”

“Yes babe, fuck. Soo good for me.”

“"The door!" You whispered, seeing that it hadn't closed properly, and the wind seemed to be opening it.

"Don't worry, no one will come in here until I leave, the guys are good at giving us privacy." he whispered.

"Let me hold it." You asked not too sure. He smiled and nodded giving you a kiss on the forehead, helping you down, you faced the door, with your hands flat on it as he held your waist and positioned himself at your entrance, entering again, slowly, making you throw your head back and press your fingers against the door, wanting to dig your nails into the wood with pleasure. “Faster, please.” And he did what you wanted, increasing the force of the thrusts and the speed too, getting to the point where you couldn't hold back your moans anymore, letting them invade the entire bathroom and probably the dressing room on the other side of the door as well. The air was so hot, you were so sweaty that sweat was running down your body, wetting your shirt, as was Changkyun, but neither of you wanted to stop.

He then grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you back, making your back lean against his chest, one hand holding your neck while the other was around your waist, his lips were against your ear, talking dirty things that he would still do with you and everything was so intense, you both closed your eyes, the moans coming out of your mouths more and more sly, louder. And when you felt like you were about to come, you held his hands, your insides tightening, your entire body tensed as he fucked you hard, with desire.

"Oh fuck, babe." He groaned and tightened his arms around you.

""Shit, I'm cumming, fuck."

"Fuck, (y/n). Oh."

And you felt like you were in free fall, your legs got weak and thanks to Changkyun you didn't collapse.

The two of you held still for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation, your hearts beating, racing, your breathing heavy, your head spinning and his scent soothing you. You had never imagined doing something like this, or even feeling something like this being with him.  It was strange to feel that way. You had always felt that Changkyun was different in some way, you knew that ever since you met him, he seemed to be special, but you didn't know he was that much. If you were in love with him, you'd be fucked. You spaced out for a second, feeling his light kisses on your neck , and only when you felt a cool breeze in your body. that something popped into your mind. The door. When you opened your eyes, the bathroom door was open, and worst of all, Jungkook was right in the middle of the dressing room, eyes glued to you. Anger, hate, despair, that's what you saw in his eyes, and it was all because of you.

"Shit" Changkyun hurried to close the door, slamming it hard and using his foot to hold it. For the first few seconds you felt nothing, and when reality hit, you were filled with humiliation.You felt ashamed, dirty, and all the pleasure you had just felt turned to disgust. "Honey, are you okay?" He turned you to face him. You shook your head, just wanted to cry. In fact, you were already crying. "Oh no, babe, don't cry." He pulled you into a hug. "Dress up okay? You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"But he just saw us..."

"We closed our eyes for a few seconds, we don't know how much he saw, it's okay." He then quickly took off the condom, rolled it up and threw it away. Then he put his pants on and helped you into yours.

"Just hold my hand and stand behind me, okay?"

"Hm"

When he opened the door, you kept your head down, your face still burning. Standing behind him, with your face close to his back, hiding as much as possible.

"(Y/n)" Jungkook voice as he said your name was broken, and you could only feel even more guilty about what had happened.  You didn't want anyone to see you at a time like that, least of all your ex boyfriend.

"Get out of my way, Jungkook"

"I swear to god I'm going to rip your face off if you don't let go of her, Changkyun, I'm at my wit's end with you. I should blow you all over for what I just witnessed." And now his voice was menacing.  Minhyuk hadn't lied when he said that Jungkook would be able to split Changkyun in two, he had been boxing for a long time and could win any fight, especially with people who didn't know how to fight. "Let go of her. (y/n), let's go."

"Back off."

You knew that if you didn't interfere, they would end up fighting and getting hurt, so you just let go of I.M's hand and walked out from behind him. He frowned at you. You were shaking, you didn't want to look into Jungkook's eyes again, but you had to, and this time, you could only see sadness in his eyes, even though his expression was one of pure hate.

“I'll go with you.”

“(y/n)...” I.M whispered your name confused and... hurt perhaps? and you looked at him, holding back tears, the corners of your lips turning down as you forced yourself not to cry. You tried to smile, tried to show that everything was fine even though you couldn't lie in that situation. And so you turned to Jungkook, the smile fading. “I'm right behind you.” And you pointed towards the door. He gave I.M one last look before heading towards the exit and you did. As soon as he walked out into the hallway, Jungkook turned around to say something but you interrupted him. “Let's not have this conversation here, Jungkook, come on.”

And so you made your way to the boys' dressing room, heads down so no one could see your red eyes. And when you entered BTS' dressing room, only the guys were there, no staff, just them. Which would make possible the scandal that was to come.

“What was on your mind to do something like that?” Jungkook asked as he closed the door behind them with all his strenght, drawing the boys' attention. "Have you gone completely crazy? What happened to you? You would never do such a thing.” And as you looked around at everyone else present, you took a deep breath, trying to keep control of your calm. You were no longer ashamed, you were simply furious.

“What do you want from me, Jungkook? What do you want me to say?”

“I want you to tell me why I walked into that room and found you two having sex in the dressing room bathroom.” He raised his voice, and behind the two of you, the boys looked at each other wide-eyed. They had seen the two of you fight before, they were used to it, but apparently they had never witnessed anything like this. Not even the day you saw him cheating on you. “You kept telling me that there was nothing between the two of you, that you were just friends, but less than two months after we broke up,  you are fucking him? And worst of all, in a place where anyone could go in and see. Have you no shame? Aren't you ashamed that you told me you didn't feel anything for him, but now you're having sex with him? Did you do it while we were dating too?”

“Oh, fuck you, Jungkook. You're not going to come here and accuse me of cheating.” You cursed. “You have no right to question me about my life. I don't have to explain anything to you.”

"You're fucking mine." he yelled.

"I'm not yours." And you did too. “You cheated on me, you were the reason our relationship ended, I.M was the one who was there for me when I spent nights crying, sobbing thinking I wasn't good enough, that I wasn't pretty enough, because the man I loved cheated on me with a fucking staff. I saw the two of you, Jungkook. I found you fucking her.”

"And now you decided to do the same? Did you decide that you were going to have sex with him here, knowing that I wanted to talk to you, knowing that I would come after you, knowing that there was a possibility that I could walk into that room and get you two?”

"Stop fucking accusing me. I didn't do anything thinking about you, on the contrary, everything I did was thinking about him." You spat out your words, already out of patience to try to maintain civility.

“Hey guys.” Namjoon tried to intervene, leaving where he was and stopping beside the two. “You two are hot-headed, you need to calm down first before it gets out of hand. Have this conversation another day, hm? Or you will end up regretting the things that will be said now.”

"No, I don't want to talk to her another day, she needs to explain to me right now why she was having sex with another guy..."

"Oh my god, are you listening to any words I'm saying?" You asked, this time in a lower voice, but still not believing what you were hearing. “Get real, Jungkook. You cheated on me, we broke up, period. What I do with other people, what Changkyun and I were doing in that bathroom is none of your business. I didn't want you to see it, I didn't want anyone else to see it.”

“So glad I was the one who walked into that room and not one of the MonstaX guys, because otherwise they would have gotten you in a position where they could see your pussy, which would be embarrassing, unless of course they're screwing you too.”

"I'm so fucking sick of it." You sighed, placing your hands on your hips and looking to the corner of the room before turning to the boy. That was supposed to be a perfect day, everything was going well until he started acting like you were still together, as if you committed a crime for having sex with Changkyun. “You should choose your words better Jungkook, if there's any bitch in this room, that bitch is you, who couldn't keep your dick in your pants during our relationship. We've been together for over five years, and at no time have I done anything to hurt you. But you always did the opposite, always accusing me of something I never did, always being cold to me when you were angry about something, always preferring to hang out with your friends than spend time with me. And to be honest, I got it. I understand why you never wanted to go public about our relationship, I understand why you were always stressed, I know what your life is like and your obligations, but nothing gave you the right to do what you did to me or accuse me of this nonsense. And I don't give you the right to keep acting like my boyfriend, acting like nothing happened, like I'm the wrong one. It’s done, accept it.”

Soon the room was silent, you could only hear the noise of the groups performing on stage and the fans singing along. The other guys continued without saying a word or acting on what was happening. You ran your hand over your face, tiredness was wearing you down, after all, it wasn't every day you danced, fucked and fought.

“Look, I shouldn't even be here, I only came because I didn't want you to freak out in front of him, I didn't want you to do something stupid that could hurt him and put Bangtan's reputation on the line. I'm going now. I hope you get on with your life, because I'm gonna get on with mine.”

And walking past him, you opened the door leaving the room without even saying goodbye to your friends. You just wanted to take a taxi and go home, but before you could walk back to MonstaX's dressing room, Jungkook's hand reached for your forearm and pulled you back hard, making you spin around and slam into his chest, eyes wide both from his action and from the fact that any minute that hallway would be full of idols, staffs and probably cameras too.

“We are not over. I made a mistake. And I'm sorry, I was weak, I was stupid, it shouldn't have happened, but I'm here, apologizing and begging you to rethink your decision."

“Let go of me”

“(y/n)”

“I said let go, Jungkook.” And so he did, he let go of your arm, but he didn't pull away from you. "Don't follow me, don't call me, don't try to talk to me anymore, leave me alone. You don't deserve a second chance and even if I gave you one, you'd ruin it. You don't know how to have things, you only know how to conquer them, and after you get them, you keep them in a cardboard box in your basement."

"This is not true." And his voice was broken again, red eyes full of tears, so full that it started to slide down his face.

"It is. You never showed that you loved me, Jungkook, you just showed me that I was yours, and nothing else. You only used me when you needed to and when I wasn't available, instead of waiting for me, you went after another woman, perhaps several other women.”

"I love you" He started to sob. Chin tense, nose red, sniffling, chest rising and falling rapidly. You hated to see him like this, but you hated him even more."Please, please don't leave me. I've changed. I'll never do anything like that again, please, I beg you." And he took one step towards you, but you took two steps away from him. He covered his face with his hands, bursting into tears, no longer controlling how much he cried, nor the volume of his voice. Jimin was the first out of the dressing room, followed by the other guys who looked alternately between you and him. “P-please babe...”

“Goodbye, Jeon.”

And when you turned your back, you could hear him call your name, and as much as you wanted to go back and hug him, say that everything would be okay, you knew it wouldn't be like that.

1 YEAR LATER

“Hyung, where is the..." Jungkook's words died when he entered Namjoon's studio and saw that he was watching a live on the computer. Changkyun was the one on the screen.

A few weeks earlier, many pictures of you and Changkyun on a Caribbean cruise ended up being posted on the internet. Everyone freaked out. In the pictures you kissed, hugged, played and had fun. There was no way to deny that. The whole world already knew he had a girlfriend and his face was all over the news in every possible newspaper. When you sat in the manager's office to talk about it, the first thing he said was that you should break up, but Changkyun refused. And as he had already talked to the other members of the group, he had already decided that he would not extend his contract with Starship, which is why he no longer felt obliged to follow the company's rules, although they were never forbid from dating.

So it was time to go public.

Namjoon was one of the first to know and so the other guys in BTS were also informed, and everyone was happy that you were happy. Except Jungkook.

"His fans will never let him assume a relationship like that, they will hate her, they can't go public at all. She will suffer." And even though he was really worried about you, he was also jealous, jealous that the other guy would do to you what he wanted to do.

"Like I said, I have a girlfriend. And I'm really happy to know that so many people, so many fans are supporting us right now."  And while he smiled, Jungkook just got angrier. "She is very important to me and makes me very happy. She is always by my side and is a monbebe just like you guys. I'm sure that when  you meet her, you will love her, just like me."

Jungkook couldn't forget you and he had tried so hard but nothing could replace what you were to him. And even though he couldn't accept the end of your relationship, even after a year had passed, he was happy that you had gotten your bachelor's degree in dance and now you were planning to open your own dance school, aimed at the poorest kids who could not afford dance lessons.

"I hope you respect her and take care of her as you do to me. She deserves all the love in the world." Changkyun continued to speak. Jungkook left the studio, he didn't want to hear that man's voice anymore, the one who stole his happiness, who stole the woman of his life. Who was he trying to fool? He screwed up, it could have been him making that announcement, it could have been him now telling the world how happy he was with you by his side.  But all he had left was an empty space in the bed and a broken heart with no chance of mending or healing. He just wanted you back, but right now, he didn't stand a chance.

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Ok so Tumblr is not delivering my post to my followers Or y'all really don't like I.M . Or this fanfic is very poorly written. What is the most plausible explanation?

What Goes Around Comes Around - JJK

→ pairing | Jeon Jungkook x Reader / Changkyun(IM) x Reader

→ genre | smut, angst, cheater!jungkook

→ word count | 7,231

→ summary |After you broke up with him months ago for finding out he was cheating on you, Jungkook sees you having sex with Changkyun in a dressing room.

→ warnings |sex, Adult content, A lot of cursing, Jungkook being a little shit, a lot of bitching, angst, some fluffy? Don't know. There is smut.

→ A/N|  I had some parts of this fanfic already ready and as I was out of inspiration for another thing, I decided to put it all together and write this.. I wanted to dedicate this to both ARMYs and monbebes, because I know there aren't many fanfics with I.M around here. And I don't know why, since Changkyun is such a sweetheart. Give him a chance. Maybe I'll write a part two with Jungkook smut. I hope you like it, if you can reblog I would be very grateful. Send me asks with your thoughts, I'm always open to opinions.

You and Jungkook started dating three years ago, during the Love Yourself Answer album promotions, which is when you joined the BTS dancer team.In the beginning everything was flowers and fairy tales, even though dating was hidden from fans, even if they weren't forbidden to date, all the affection you received from the other guys and all the love you got from Jungkook seemed to be enough, but the The truth is, you just didn't seem like enough for him, at least not anymore.

You were nervous as fuck, you couldn't even remember the last time you performed in front of so many people.It was probably on BTS' last tour. And you didn't even want to imagine what a scandal it would be when when he found out you were going to perform with MonstaX. Jungkook never liked your friendship with Changkyun, always saying that he didn't want to be just your friend, that he wanted to fuck you, that the first chance he had to steal you from him, he would. And then he would start accusing you, saying that you liked the attention I.M gave you, that you liked to make him jealous and that you probably should have cheated on him over and over again. What had never happened, and would never happen, after all, you loved Jungkook and would never do anything to hurt him.

You never imagined that all those accusations were a shield to protect him from his own guilt. You had arrived a few hours earlier at HYBE to practice some of the new choreography that Hoseok had shown you. And as you passed in front of one of the rooms, you heard moans, moans you knew very well, peeking through the door lock, you could see very well the figure of Jungkook fucking another girl from behind, one of the staff. The next thing you remember is running away from there, locking yourself in Namjoon's studio, crying, sobbing, as he tries to calm you down and while Jungkook knocks on the door begging to come in.

After calming down a bit, and picking up your cell phone texting the first person that appeared on your screen, begging them to get you out of there, Namjoon convinced you to listen to what Jungkook had to say. He bent down in front of you who were sitting on top of the loveseat, while Namjoon was beside you, holding your hand. This happened for months, he cheated on you for months, saying that he was very anxious and stressed and that you were always busy practicing or studying, and that's why he ended up falling for the other woman's temptation. He didn't even have the courage to take the blame for his own mistake, he blamed you for not paying attention and blamed the other woman for provoking him. You were so enraged that as soon as he closed his mouth, your hand went to his cheek, making him fall on his ass on the floor, perplexed.

You left the studio and strode towards the elevator, seeing Jungkook running towards you as the doors closed. Already used to exiting through the back entrance, you ducked past the other staff and pushed open the emergency exit door, bursting into tears as you finally stepped out of the building.

"What happened?" The familiar voice made you look up and see Changkyun walking towards you, eyes wide and face worried. “I got your message. Why are you crying?”

"Jungkook." You hissed between sobs. "He cheated on me."

“What? That little fucker.” And he hugged you, letting you cry on his shoulder. Changkyun was a very sweet guy, he was quiet, he listened more than he spoke and always seemed to be willing to do anything to make you smile. On the same day you had met, two years ago, he had already called himself your best friend. And even though he was a sweet, calm, understanding guy, he was extremely scary when he got angry. Just like Jungkook. At the same moment, Jungkook had thrown himself against the door, calling your name, stopping to run when he saw you in another man's arms. Worse yet, in the arms of the man he knew had his own intentions with you.

"Yah! What the fuck are you doing here?" He yelled and pointed his finger towards you. Changkyun shot him a look before grabbing your shoulders and pushing you gently, releasing you from his embrace.

"My car is just around the corner, come on." He said ignoring the steric screams of the younger one, who was now held back by the hyungs who had finally managed to catch up to him, before he started a fight and ended up on the front pages of the gossip magazines.

You didn't see him again, except for the day you took your resignation letter to HYBE's HR. He wanted to talk to you, but the members themselves wouldn't let him, as they knew there was nothing he could say or do that would put an end to all the insecurity and sadness he had caused you.

Changkyun was the one who helped you out of the pit. He and the other boys welcomed you into the family and let you watch them train and practice. You spent more time with I.M and he let you hear his new compositions and kept your head busy. In time you had memorized all their choreographies and impressed with how quickly you had to learn them, they asked if you wanted to work with them, and because that was your profession and because you loved what you did, and for obviously being unemployed, you accepted. And that ended up bringing the two of you even closer.

And that brought you back to the present.

You were standing behind the stage, shaking, this would be your first performance together with another group, away from Jungkook and without Hoseok's tips. It would be a mix of songs, Jealousy, Shoot Out and God Damn, and the other seven guys didn't seem nervous at all. And you knew that BTS would be in the audience, after all this was an award show and they had been nominated for multiple awards. You thank god the whole team was wearing masks.

When the lights went out, everyone got into position as the curtains would go up in a few seconds and the performance would start. You were beside Changkyun and he was so close to you, you could feel his breath on you, and you could feel his heart beating, close to yours. You didn't know where the courage or the will to do it came from, but when you did, you had lifted your mask and pressed your lips to his. He stood still, the lack of light, everything being dark, you didn't know what his expression was, you didn't know if he liked it or hated it, so you quickly walked away, lowering the mask again, seconds later the lights came on and his eyes were glued to yours, and he had a bright smile on his face, which was a bad thing, as they couldn't smile during the performance.

Jungkook was in the audience with the other guys, he blinked a few times, with the feeling that he already knew one of those dancers on stage, which was strange.

"Stop frowning, the camera is about to fall on us." Yoongi warned him and the younger one obeyed, softening his expression. "What's it?"

"I don't know, I'm under the impression I know that dancer." The youngest said covering his mouth so no one could see what he was saying.

"There are a lot of them, be specific."

"The one with the stars on the... That's (y/n)." He almost yelled, widening his eyes and pointing at the stage, Yoongi hurriedly grabbed his wrist and lowered it, scolding him with his gaze.

"What's it?" Jin who was beside her asked.

"Jungkook is thinking one of the dancers is (y/n)." Yoongi said, waving at the camera as it landed on them.

"It's not possible, she didn't tell me anything about working for Starship." Namjoon whispered to his friends.

"I'm sure hyungs. I was with her when she got that tattoo." Jungkook bent down to get a bottle of water and as he did so, he whispered. "That son of a bitch besides stealing my girlfriend, now has her as a dancer."

"You betrayed her in the first place. He didn't steal her from you, you handed her over to him on a tray." It was Hoseok's turn to speak. "Now stop the scandal before some fancan catches you freaking out." And then the stage lights went out, the next song was about to start, Changkyun grabbed your hand and pulled you against him as the other members of the group and dancers left the stage, leaving just the two of you.

"You have no idea what you activated in me." He whispered in your ear and backed away a few inches, the lights coming on again. And as the audience cheered and applauded, he winked at you and then flashed a dirty grin, which made your whole body tingle. Jungkook shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clenching his jaw at the sight of you so close to another man. All the fears he had of seeing you leave him for another man were manifesting. And in his mind, you were still together, still dating, he just needed time with you to convince you of that, he only needed ten minutes, but you had run away from him for months. This was his chance, after the performance, he would talk to you, whatever the cost.

Seconds before he started, you both walked confidently towards the front of the stage, where sparks erupted as he started his chorus. The audience screamed in excitement, being surprised by the choreography, seeing you dance around the idol with sensual movements, but nothing explicit, which ended up holding everyone's attention as the two danced close together and seemed to connect with each movement, giving goosebumps everyone who watched that performance, whether present there or on television, not knowing that a song like that could have such an engaging choreography. The chemistry between the two of you just couldn't be seen by those who didn't want to.

The two of you turned around, facing each other and dancing together. You were smiling under the mask, having fun with what you were doing, even increasing the steps with a few more movements, like throwing your arms up and down through your body. As for him, he would smile at you, he was having fun because he was doing what he liked and because you were enjoying it too. He liked the idea of you being happy doing that with him.

As soon as Changkyun's part was over, he flashed a seductive smile to the audience as he put his arm around your shoulders and you put your arm around the boy's back and you both walked sensually across the stage. The lights went out once more and Jungkook swore, his voice not being heard as the crowd went wild. And when the lights came on again, the whole group was on stage accompanied by the other dancers, ready to perform Jealousy, and there was no other song that explained so well what Jungkook was feeling at that moment. He was so jealous, both of the closeness you had with the other guy, and of never having had the opportunity to dance to a sexy song with you on stage. You had so much charisma, so much stage presence, you were the perfect dancer, the perfect woman for him and you were in the arms of another man. Fuck!

They were then called by a Staff, it was time to prepare for their presentation, which would be the next one after the commercials. One by one they got up and went to the dressing room, not getting to see the end of MonstaX's performance.

After leaving the stage, the boys celebrated the success of the performance and as everyone went to the dressing room, Changkyun who was a little behind, held your hand. You looked at him and he was smiling as he walked, it was a cute, innocent smile, different from the one he had given you a few minutes ago.

“You two were amazing, did you see how the audience reacted to you? wah, even I got goosebumps from that dance." Minhyuk said, rubbing his arms, laughing.

"They could even say you two are dating or something." Kihyun said, looking over his shoulder at the boy who was walking calmly. "Are you?"

“I don’t know.” The boy next to you, squeezed your hand and pulled it, making you spin and hit his chest, who now had his arm over your shoulder, still holding your hand, but this time your faces were much closer. “Maybe.”

“Finally someone who is willing to take your virginity." Jooheon joked and received a middle finger from Changkyun as you laughed, embarrassed. "Is this how you treat your hyung?"

"Sorry hyung, but please go fuck yourself."

"At least he's polite, Jooheon, we teach him well." Shownu said, making the others laugh.

And when they reached the dressing room door, the others walked in while the two of you stayed outside for a little while longer.

"How it feels?"

"I feel like I can rule the world." You laughed at the cliché. "That was amazing, really. You know, at first I was super nervous, but then you looked at me and gave me so much confidence that I just got carried away and wow."

"Was it better than performing with Bangtan?" He asked, getting closer, holding your waist that was so euphoric that you didn't even notice the approach.

"It was different. You know, with BTS the choreographies were much heavier, and more difficult, Hoseok does what he can to make them as unique as possible, and that takes a lot of strength and a lot of energy. And even though I had fun, I don't think I had all that eye-to-eye emotion like I did with you, after all, I've never danced a solo like today, not even with, well, you know who.”

"What about the kiss you gave me? How did you feel?"

"I-I don't know." You bit your lip, seeing his eyes leave yours and move towards yoour mouth. "I just felt like I had to take the chance, I felt like I would never get another chance like that. I know I shouldn't have done that..."

"You're all wrong, babe." He sighed, bringing one of his hands up to your face, caressing your cheek before cupping your chin, his thumb going to your lip and stroking it. He licked his lips, slowly bringing his face to yours, making your heart race like a race car. "You should have done this a long time ago." You swallowed hard and closed your eyes as your breath hitched, the urge building more and more, his scent, his voice, his touch, god, you wanted him. And just as your lips were about to touch, a scream startled you both, making you pull away. As you looked to the side, Jungkook came towards them, along with Jimin and Taehyung. Changkyun took a deep breath, clenching his jaw, closing his eyes tightly before forcing every muscle in his body to pull away from you and turn towards the others as they approached.

"Get away from her"

"Why should I walk away from her?"

"You have no right to touch her."

"And why not?" he asked crossing his arms in front of his chest, annoyed. "She wants it, so do I. What's the problem?"

"You know very well what the problem is." Jungkook said taking a step towards the two of you, making you roll your eyes. In the last few weeks you had found yourself wondering what your reaction would be when you saw Jungkook again, you thought you would cry, you thought you would want to slap him, you even thought you wouldn't resist him and you would come crawling back to him, but you never thought you'd actually be rolling your eyes, irritated by the sound of his voice.

"Jimin, put some reason in his head" You asked the older one, who looked at Taehyung before looking at Jungkook.

"Maknae, that's enough." Jimin said holding back. "Let's go, or we'll be late for the performance. Leave them alone."

"Kate, you can't do this." He said, this time looking in your direction. You took a deep breath, thinking of the best way to answer him, but Changkyun was quicker and answered for you.

"She knows what she can and can't do. And she can kiss me if she wants to, and I know she wants to."

"She is my girlfriend." Jeon yelled threatening to step forward while the other boy burst into loud laughter. The noise caught the attention of the guys in the next dressing room, leaving the room and meeting confused faces as Changkyun bent his knees laughing.

"What's up?" Shownu asked confused, you shrugged and shook your head. "I.M?"

"They say the Golden Maknae can do anything, but I didn't know that comedy was one of your gifts, Jungkook." The boy said wiping the tears that had fallen from his eyes as he laughed, seeing Jungkook get even redder. "Get real kid, she's not your girlfriend anymore, she stopped being when you cheated on her with some skank.”

"It was a mistake, a mistake that only concerns her and me, you have nothing to do with it, so let us both work it out."

"Look at her. Does it look like she wants to 'work out' something with you?" Changkyun's angry voice reappeared. Jungkook looked at you who were huddled between Changkyun and the guys at the dressing room door.

"Jeon Jungkook I swear if you're looking for a fight again, I'll tell Bang-PD." Namjoon's voice rang out from behind the three Bangtan Boys who turned around, making room for the leader to pass. "Go back to the dressing room now, or else." Jimin and Taehyung waved at you before turning around and walking back down the hall, Jungkook looked at you for a few more seconds before doing the same. As for Namjoon, he whispered an apology to you before bowing to greet the other guys and following the path of his members.

"You know that if you got into a fight with Jungkook, he would have ripped you in two, don't you?" Minhyuk asked, making the boy frown. "What? Have you seen the size of his arms? He looks like two tree trunks."

"Who needs enemies when you have Minhyuk as a friend, right?" Hyungwon joked, making the mood lighter.

"Let's go back outside to our seats, the next performances are about to start." Shownu said.

"You can go ahead, I'll change first." Changkyun said, slinging his arm over your shoulder, you felt yourself burning with embarrassment seeing the boys' eyes all over you.

"Are you going to change or are you going to change (y/n)'s clothes too?

"Stop being so annoying, Jooheon." Kihyun said holding the boy's neck and pulling him away."

"Come on honey, let's talk." He said pulling you into the room and closing the door.

...

After going on stage, Jungkook couldn't concentrate, the only thing he could see was Changkyun's vacant seat and think about where he could be. Was he with you? Had the two of you gone, were you doing something? Jungkook has never wished for a performance to end as quickly as this one. He couldn't lose you, he couldn't. He needed to have one more chance, just one more chance to make everything right. He would do everything right, he knew it. After all as Changkyun himself said, he was the Golden Maknae, he could do anything.

"Jungkook, where the hell are you going?" Namjoon called out to him, seeing that the boy was following a different path than the one leading to the group's dressing room. "You'll end up getting punched in the eye and I won't do anything to defend you, you're being a pain in the ass today."

"I won't do anything wrong, Hyung, I promise." Namjoon shook his head in disbelief.

"She wants nothing more to do with you, kid. Accept it and move on before you get hurt." Yoongi said. "Go, but you know, if you get in trouble, the whole group's reputation is on the line."

“I know, hyung. Thank you.”

And so he continued on his way.

Back in the dressing room, you and Changkyun were inside the cramped bathroom, you were sitting on the sink, and he was between your legs, hands on your thighs, while yours were in his hair. You didn't know how long you were there, but your lips were starting to hurt and swell from kissing him so much. Your makeup must have been all smeared with sweat, not even dancing had you sweated like that.

“Fuck, i want you so fucking much.” He whispered, using one hand to cup your face, looking into your eyes as your ragged breaths tried to synchronize. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled as close as possible, moaning as you felt his cock brush against the fabric covering your private parts. "You will drive me crazy."

"Have me. Take me, please." You begged, didn't giving a damn about where you were, you knew someone could walk in at any moment, but you were wrapped up in so much ecstasy, you couldn't control yourself anymore.

"Shit, wait a minute." He said, giving you a quick kiss before rushing out of the bathroom, leaving you with an emptiness between your legs, and your entire body tingling every second. You leaned your head against the mirror behind you and closed your eyes, biting your lips, one of your hands stopping at your breast and massaging it while the other stopped between your legs, massaging your pleasure point.

"Fuck, what a sight." His voice made you open your eyes and see him with dark eyes. Desire, lust, passion, you could see it all in those eyes. And it was all for you. "Take your pants off, sweetheart." He said, closing the door behind him. You did as he said, stood up and took off the pants you were wearing, leaving only your panties that could easily be pushed aside. He hurried to lower his own pants, lifting his shirt and putting the hem in his mouth, holding it while he put the condom on his cock. And what a dick. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, just wanting to be able to feel him, even if it was over the condom. You knelt in front of him, replacing his hands with yours, massaging his member before putting it in your mouth, swallowing as much as you could, moving as fast as you could, watching him throw his head back and roll his eyes. He gasped, his chest rising and falling, his muscles tensing. “Hell no, babe.” He grabbed a piece of your shirt and pulled it up at once, grabbing you around the waist, and sitting you down on the sink again. "I'm going to come inside you tonight, another day you can do whatever you want with me, but not today, got me?"

“Yeah.”

“Good.” He whispered and then kissed you, holding your face on both sides, a kiss so deep you could barely breathe. He then released one of his hands from your face, and went down to between your legs where he pushed your panties to the side, touching the waterfall that was at your entrance. he cursed. "I want to taste you, but if I wait a little longer, I'll come without even having fucked you."

"Please don’t." You whispered against his lips. Desperate for more.

"I promise to make it up to you when we get out of here, hm?"

"Hmm." You barely managed to respond, feeling him enter you, arching your back, feeling him stretch you. “yes” You dragged the word out, before you hugged him by the shoulders and he hugged you around the waist, starting to move against you, until he was finally all inside, pounding to the end, hard and slowly, rolling his hips against yours, your body unable to keep still, trying your best to get more friction, more movement. “Fuck.”

“Yes babe, fuck. Soo good for me.”

“"The door!" You whispered, seeing that it hadn't closed properly, and the wind seemed to be opening it.

"Don't worry, no one will come in here until I leave, the guys are good at giving us privacy." he whispered.

"Let me hold it." You asked not too sure. He smiled and nodded giving you a kiss on the forehead, helping you down, you faced the door, with your hands flat on it as he held your waist and positioned himself at your entrance, entering again, slowly, making you throw your head back and press your fingers against the door, wanting to dig your nails into the wood with pleasure. “Faster, please.” And he did what you wanted, increasing the force of the thrusts and the speed too, getting to the point where you couldn't hold back your moans anymore, letting them invade the entire bathroom and probably the dressing room on the other side of the door as well. The air was so hot, you were so sweaty that sweat was running down your body, wetting your shirt, as was Changkyun, but neither of you wanted to stop.

He then grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you back, making your back lean against his chest, one hand holding your neck while the other was around your waist, his lips were against your ear, talking dirty things that he would still do with you and everything was so intense, you both closed your eyes, the moans coming out of your mouths more and more sly, louder. And when you felt like you were about to come, you held his hands, your insides tightening, your entire body tensed as he fucked you hard, with desire.

"Oh fuck, babe." He groaned and tightened his arms around you.

""Shit, I'm cumming, fuck."

"Fuck, (y/n). Oh."

And you felt like you were in free fall, your legs got weak and thanks to Changkyun you didn't collapse.

The two of you held still for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation, your hearts beating, racing, your breathing heavy, your head spinning and his scent soothing you. You had never imagined doing something like this, or even feeling something like this being with him.  It was strange to feel that way. You had always felt that Changkyun was different in some way, you knew that ever since you met him, he seemed to be special, but you didn't know he was that much. If you were in love with him, you'd be fucked. You spaced out for a second, feeling his light kisses on your neck , and only when you felt a cool breeze in your body. that something popped into your mind. The door. When you opened your eyes, the bathroom door was open, and worst of all, Jungkook was right in the middle of the dressing room, eyes glued to you. Anger, hate, despair, that's what you saw in his eyes, and it was all because of you.

"Shit" Changkyun hurried to close the door, slamming it hard and using his foot to hold it. For the first few seconds you felt nothing, and when reality hit, you were filled with humiliation.You felt ashamed, dirty, and all the pleasure you had just felt turned to disgust. "Honey, are you okay?" He turned you to face him. You shook your head, just wanted to cry. In fact, you were already crying. "Oh no, babe, don't cry." He pulled you into a hug. "Dress up okay? You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"But he just saw us..."

"We closed our eyes for a few seconds, we don't know how much he saw, it's okay." He then quickly took off the condom, rolled it up and threw it away. Then he put his pants on and helped you into yours.

"Just hold my hand and stand behind me, okay?"

"Hm"

When he opened the door, you kept your head down, your face still burning. Standing behind him, with your face close to his back, hiding as much as possible.

"(Y/n)" Jungkook voice as he said your name was broken, and you could only feel even more guilty about what had happened.  You didn't want anyone to see you at a time like that, least of all your ex boyfriend.

"Get out of my way, Jungkook"

"I swear to god I'm going to rip your face off if you don't let go of her, Changkyun, I'm at my wit's end with you. I should blow you all over for what I just witnessed." And now his voice was menacing.  Minhyuk hadn't lied when he said that Jungkook would be able to split Changkyun in two, he had been boxing for a long time and could win any fight, especially with people who didn't know how to fight. "Let go of her. (y/n), let's go."

"Back off."

You knew that if you didn't interfere, they would end up fighting and getting hurt, so you just let go of I.M's hand and walked out from behind him. He frowned at you. You were shaking, you didn't want to look into Jungkook's eyes again, but you had to, and this time, you could only see sadness in his eyes, even though his expression was one of pure hate.

“I'll go with you.”

“(y/n)...” I.M whispered your name confused and... hurt perhaps? and you looked at him, holding back tears, the corners of your lips turning down as you forced yourself not to cry. You tried to smile, tried to show that everything was fine even though you couldn't lie in that situation. And so you turned to Jungkook, the smile fading. “I'm right behind you.” And you pointed towards the door. He gave I.M one last look before heading towards the exit and you did. As soon as he walked out into the hallway, Jungkook turned around to say something but you interrupted him. “Let's not have this conversation here, Jungkook, come on.”

And so you made your way to the boys' dressing room, heads down so no one could see your red eyes. And when you entered BTS' dressing room, only the guys were there, no staff, just them. Which would make possible the scandal that was to come.

“What was on your mind to do something like that?” Jungkook asked as he closed the door behind them with all his strenght, drawing the boys' attention. "Have you gone completely crazy? What happened to you? You would never do such a thing.” And as you looked around at everyone else present, you took a deep breath, trying to keep control of your calm. You were no longer ashamed, you were simply furious.

“What do you want from me, Jungkook? What do you want me to say?”

“I want you to tell me why I walked into that room and found you two having sex in the dressing room bathroom.” He raised his voice, and behind the two of you, the boys looked at each other wide-eyed. They had seen the two of you fight before, they were used to it, but apparently they had never witnessed anything like this. Not even the day you saw him cheating on you. “You kept telling me that there was nothing between the two of you, that you were just friends, but less than two months after we broke up,  you are fucking him? And worst of all, in a place where anyone could go in and see. Have you no shame? Aren't you ashamed that you told me you didn't feel anything for him, but now you're having sex with him? Did you do it while we were dating too?”

“Oh, fuck you, Jungkook. You're not going to come here and accuse me of cheating.” You cursed. “You have no right to question me about my life. I don't have to explain anything to you.”

"You're fucking mine." he yelled.

"I'm not yours." And you did too. “You cheated on me, you were the reason our relationship ended, I.M was the one who was there for me when I spent nights crying, sobbing thinking I wasn't good enough, that I wasn't pretty enough, because the man I loved cheated on me with a fucking staff. I saw the two of you, Jungkook. I found you fucking her.”

"And now you decided to do the same? Did you decide that you were going to have sex with him here, knowing that I wanted to talk to you, knowing that I would come after you, knowing that there was a possibility that I could walk into that room and get you two?”

"Stop fucking accusing me. I didn't do anything thinking about you, on the contrary, everything I did was thinking about him." You spat out your words, already out of patience to try to maintain civility.

“Hey guys.” Namjoon tried to intervene, leaving where he was and stopping beside the two. “You two are hot-headed, you need to calm down first before it gets out of hand. Have this conversation another day, hm? Or you will end up regretting the things that will be said now.”

"No, I don't want to talk to her another day, she needs to explain to me right now why she was having sex with another guy..."

"Oh my god, are you listening to any words I'm saying?" You asked, this time in a lower voice, but still not believing what you were hearing. “Get real, Jungkook. You cheated on me, we broke up, period. What I do with other people, what Changkyun and I were doing in that bathroom is none of your business. I didn't want you to see it, I didn't want anyone else to see it.”

“So glad I was the one who walked into that room and not one of the MonstaX guys, because otherwise they would have gotten you in a position where they could see your pussy, which would be embarrassing, unless of course they're screwing you too.”

"I'm so fucking sick of it." You sighed, placing your hands on your hips and looking to the corner of the room before turning to the boy. That was supposed to be a perfect day, everything was going well until he started acting like you were still together, as if you committed a crime for having sex with Changkyun. “You should choose your words better Jungkook, if there's any bitch in this room, that bitch is you, who couldn't keep your dick in your pants during our relationship. We've been together for over five years, and at no time have I done anything to hurt you. But you always did the opposite, always accusing me of something I never did, always being cold to me when you were angry about something, always preferring to hang out with your friends than spend time with me. And to be honest, I got it. I understand why you never wanted to go public about our relationship, I understand why you were always stressed, I know what your life is like and your obligations, but nothing gave you the right to do what you did to me or accuse me of this nonsense. And I don't give you the right to keep acting like my boyfriend, acting like nothing happened, like I'm the wrong one. It’s done, accept it.”

Soon the room was silent, you could only hear the noise of the groups performing on stage and the fans singing along. The other guys continued without saying a word or acting on what was happening. You ran your hand over your face, tiredness was wearing you down, after all, it wasn't every day you danced, fucked and fought.

“Look, I shouldn't even be here, I only came because I didn't want you to freak out in front of him, I didn't want you to do something stupid that could hurt him and put Bangtan's reputation on the line. I'm going now. I hope you get on with your life, because I'm gonna get on with mine.”

And walking past him, you opened the door leaving the room without even saying goodbye to your friends. You just wanted to take a taxi and go home, but before you could walk back to MonstaX's dressing room, Jungkook's hand reached for your forearm and pulled you back hard, making you spin around and slam into his chest, eyes wide both from his action and from the fact that any minute that hallway would be full of idols, staffs and probably cameras too.

“We are not over. I made a mistake. And I'm sorry, I was weak, I was stupid, it shouldn't have happened, but I'm here, apologizing and begging you to rethink your decision."

“Let go of me”

“(y/n)”

“I said let go, Jungkook.” And so he did, he let go of your arm, but he didn't pull away from you. "Don't follow me, don't call me, don't try to talk to me anymore, leave me alone. You don't deserve a second chance and even if I gave you one, you'd ruin it. You don't know how to have things, you only know how to conquer them, and after you get them, you keep them in a cardboard box in your basement."

"This is not true." And his voice was broken again, red eyes full of tears, so full that it started to slide down his face.

"It is. You never showed that you loved me, Jungkook, you just showed me that I was yours, and nothing else. You only used me when you needed to and when I wasn't available, instead of waiting for me, you went after another woman, perhaps several other women.”

"I love you" He started to sob. Chin tense, nose red, sniffling, chest rising and falling rapidly. You hated to see him like this, but you hated him even more."Please, please don't leave me. I've changed. I'll never do anything like that again, please, I beg you." And he took one step towards you, but you took two steps away from him. He covered his face with his hands, bursting into tears, no longer controlling how much he cried, nor the volume of his voice. Jimin was the first out of the dressing room, followed by the other guys who looked alternately between you and him. “P-please babe...”

“Goodbye, Jeon.”

And when you turned your back, you could hear him call your name, and as much as you wanted to go back and hug him, say that everything would be okay, you knew it wouldn't be like that.

1 YEAR LATER

“Hyung, where is the..." Jungkook's words died when he entered Namjoon's studio and saw that he was watching a live on the computer. Changkyun was the one on the screen.

A few weeks earlier, many pictures of you and Changkyun on a Caribbean cruise ended up being posted on the internet. Everyone freaked out. In the pictures you kissed, hugged, played and had fun. There was no way to deny that. The whole world already knew he had a girlfriend and his face was all over the news in every possible newspaper. When you sat in the manager's office to talk about it, the first thing he said was that you should break up, but Changkyun refused. And as he had already talked to the other members of the group, he had already decided that he would not extend his contract with Starship, which is why he no longer felt obliged to follow the company's rules, although they were never forbid from dating.

So it was time to go public.

Namjoon was one of the first to know and so the other guys in BTS were also informed, and everyone was happy that you were happy. Except Jungkook.

"His fans will never let him assume a relationship like that, they will hate her, they can't go public at all. She will suffer." And even though he was really worried about you, he was also jealous, jealous that the other guy would do to you what he wanted to do.

"Like I said, I have a girlfriend. And I'm really happy to know that so many people, so many fans are supporting us right now."  And while he smiled, Jungkook just got angrier. "She is very important to me and makes me very happy. She is always by my side and is a monbebe just like you guys. I'm sure that when  you meet her, you will love her, just like me."

Jungkook couldn't forget you and he had tried so hard but nothing could replace what you were to him. And even though he couldn't accept the end of your relationship, even after a year had passed, he was happy that you had gotten your bachelor's degree in dance and now you were planning to open your own dance school, aimed at the poorest kids who could not afford dance lessons.

"I hope you respect her and take care of her as you do to me. She deserves all the love in the world." Changkyun continued to speak. Jungkook left the studio, he didn't want to hear that man's voice anymore, the one who stole his happiness, who stole the woman of his life. Who was he trying to fool? He screwed up, it could have been him making that announcement, it could have been him now telling the world how happy he was with you by his side.  But all he had left was an empty space in the bed and a broken heart with no chance of mending or healing. He just wanted you back, but right now, he didn't stand a chance.

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Series The Bet: Haunted House - JHK

→ pairing | Jung Hoseok x Reader

→ genre | smut, angst, enemys to lovers!au

→ word count | 6,431

→ summary | Because of your friends, Hoseok thought you hated him, and you thought the same. But after they bet on spending Halloween Eve night in an abandoned house, everything changes.

→ warnings |sex, Adult content(a lot), alcoholic beverages, low slang words.

→ A/N| Please reblog and like if you liked it, Tumblr is loving to end blogs around here by cutting their visibility. DON'T DO WHAT THE CHARACTERS DID. I'm not talking about sex, if you are of legal age and want to, do it. I'm talking about going to abandoned places at night. Be careful, there are a lot of bad people in the world just waiting for a chance to hurt you. Stay safe. The house is not haunted at all, so don't worry, there's nothing terrifying about this story.

“I can’t fucking believe that we are doing this.” It must have been the fifteenth time the boy next to you had said the same sentence, it was almost like it was in a loop. And you completely agreed with him, you didn't believe you were doing such a stupid thing, mostly, you didn't believe you were heading towards an abandoned house next to Jung Hoseok, the most beautiful and most annoying man you knew. The vodka you had been drinking nonstop for two hours before getting in that car wasn't making you any more comfortable with the situation. But you had to take that bet, there was no way you were going to let your friends think you were scared to spend the Halloween night in the most famous abandoned house in town; even if you were hella scared. "Why the hell did you have to bet me too?" He took his eyes off the road for a second, staring at her and then back to the street dimly lit by the car's headlights. "Were you that desperate to be alone with me in a place, but are you so proud to say, that you had to take the two of us to an abandoned house?"

Although you sometimes wanted to beat Hoseok until he passed out, you couldn't deny how cute he was. He had that emo badboy vibe, wore dark eye makeup and painted his nails black, and wore really heavy clothes. He had that hate-filled look in his eyes, but at the same time, his expression didn't say anything. And that black hair, god you wanted to get your fingers into that hair. You weren't sure why you hated him so much, maybe it was to mask all the lust and attraction you felt for him, maybe it was the fact that you felt annoyed that you were the only one of your friends who hadn't slept with him.  And you also didn't know why he hated you so much, you just knew that from the first time you saw each other, you started insulting each other.

"You can keep dreaming, Hoseok, because the only reason I bet you is to prove to everyone that you're just a scared chicken."

He snorted.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, maybe you'll believe it one day." The two then fell silent again, the atmosphere in the car heavy, and it was so quiet outside that you could only hear the car's engine. You then started feeling anxious and rethinking the whole situation. You were going to a place in the middle of nowhere, a house hidden in the middle of the forest, in a place where no living soul had stepped in years; except of course the drunk and drugged wanderers who were likely to commit crimes and hide in the house. It wasn't a place for two young adults to go to at dawn. It was very dangerous and that's how horror movies started: with two idiots snooping around where they shouldn't.

"Okay, maybe this was a bad idea, Hoseok." He arched an eyebrow, but he didn't take his eyes off the road or said a word. "This can be quite dangerous, we don't know what we can find there." And you paused. "Perhaps we should both give up this challenge and accept whatever the punishment is."

"I'll not give up." he scoffed. "If you want wimp out, go ahead, I'll stop the car and you'll go back." He said slowing the car down, and you widened your eyes.

"Are you going to let me go back by my self? Down this deserted road?"

"Or you can just stop being a coward and finish the damn dare."

“Ugh, fine.” You crossed your arms, huffing and leaning back in the seat. "But if I die, I'm going to make your life hell,"

"If you die, I will too, honey."

And for some strange reason, you felt comfortable with the nickname.

A few minutes later, after being silent again, both saw a dirt road that entered the forest, when approaching closer, you saw a huge tree fallen to the ground, blocking the entire passage. Due to its size, you would not be able to go around it, you would have to walk from there. Hoseok stopped the car as close to the side of the road as possible, turned off the engine and both got out of the car, feeling the temperature drop instantly. You hugged your body, while the guy went to the trunk and took out a backpack. After locking the car, he was the first to jump over the tree, turning around and waiting for you. You still felt like that was a bad idea. And Hoseok knew it. He glued his eyes together and moistened his lips before speaking.

"Do you want to stay in the car?" He could see your eyes twinkling when he suggested it. And he found it adorable.

"Will you stay with me?" You had never used such a soft tone of voice with him before, and he might not admit it, but he liked it. And it would be interesting to spend the night in a car with you, but he was too proud for that.

"I'm not giving up on the challenge, (y/n). I'm staying in the house." You shook your head, your jaw quivering too much from the cold to argue, then just sighed and headed towards the tree, climbing it. When you stood on top of the fallen log, Hoseok who was on the other side, adjusted the backpack on his back and stretched his arms towards you, helping you down, and before the mood started to get weird, he started walking again down the dirt road towards the abandoned house.

The road was surrounded by giant trees that covered the sky with their leaves, not letting you see above them. It was cold down there, and the street grew dark as you went further. You could hear crickets, tree branches bumping against each other pushed by the wind, you could hear the wind whistling violently, and you could hear your heart beating in your ear. You've never been afraid of the dark, you've never had to sleep with the light on, you've never been afraid of what could be hiding in your closet or under your bed, but at that moment you were afraid of what might be lurking behind those trees.

You looked at Hoseok, and he didn't look scared at all, in fact he looked thoughtful. And focused. He was a very confident guy, he trusted himself and in his abilities, whatever he wanted, he would go out there and get it. You envied that about him. And your thoughts were interrupted when you heard something like dry branches being broken, as if someone was stepping on them, and it came from the middle of the bush. The sound made you involuntarily jump to Hoseok's side and grab his hand and his arm, both of you stopping walking as you stared at the place where the noise seemed to have come from. The boy looked at you, all curled up as you held on to him and he could only smile, that was the first time you had touched him willingly. Another sound of the same kind came from the bushes and you stifled a squeak, turning all at once towards him, bumping into his body, hiding your face in his chest, closing your eyes tightly, hugging him around the waist. You've never been so terrified, and that wasn't funny.

"Hey, it's okay." Hoseok tried to calm you down, hugging you and running his hand through your hair, not trying to push you away, just trying to reassure you that nothing was going to happen. "You're safe with me, don't worry. It's just a few branches snapping, there's nothing to fear, I promise."

"What if it's some wild animal? A bear or a wolf."

"We don't have animals in these forests, the most it can be is a stray cat, it won't hurt us." His voice was extremely calm, and smooth, and oddly enough, you were starting to calm down. You never thought that one day you would be soothed by Jung Hoseok, but at that moment, he didn't seem to hate you that much. Then you slowly lifted your head, opening your startled eyes and looking at the image of his dimly lit face, he stared back at you, bringing one of his hands to your cheek, caressing it slowly before coming to his senses and realizing what was happening. He cleared his throat and took a step back. "Let's go on, huh?" You blinked slowly before nodding, ducking your head, trying to ignore your burning cheeks. "Come on, hold my hand." He said reaching out his hand to you which you accepted quickly, letting his big hand encircle yours.

The rest of the way to the house was calm, and although you were still startled by the noises of the forest, having Hoseok's palm against yours was helping you not to lose your mind. A few minutes later, you were able to visualize at the very bottom, at the end of that road, a very humble little house. As you got closer, the feeling that something could go wrong increased. And knowing that it wouldn't do any good to ask Hoseok to come back and forget about that damn bet, you just took a deep breath, as if you were already preparing for the worst.

When you finally got to the house, you could see how deplorable it was. The wood was faded and rotten. The window panes were broken and the porch wood creaked as they stepped on it. The front door was half open, and the moonlight that had illuminated most of its way there didn't reach inside the house. Hoseok took a flashlight out of his backpack and you frowned, you didn't know people still used those things even with the advancement of technology and flashlights in cell phones. Although it was better to use up your flashlight battery than to use up your cell phone battery and not be able to call the police if you had to.

Hoseok used the tip of the flashlight to push the door open, It creaked until it hit the wall. The first thing he saw was a large living room, with two old sofas and the upholstery torn apart, a coffee table in front of it with shattered glass strewn across the floor. There was a fireplace across the room, beer bottles crammed into it, and there was also a staircase that led to the other floor of the house. Walking around, following Hoseok, you could see condom wrappers and used condoms scattered on the floor. And couldn't help but notice the strong smell of urine.

"This place is disgusting, ugh!" You complained, covering your mouth and nose with the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

"Let's take a look up there, maybe it's better than down here." Hoseok commented, walking towards the stairs, and you followed him, even knowing that in a dilapidated house like that, the floor could give way under your feet at any moment. Upstairs, there were three rooms on the left side of the hallway and one on the right, at the very end. . Only the door on the right side was closed, while the others were wide open. Those rooms were bedrooms and everything was like downstairs, dirty, with destroyed furniture, and with boards on the windows, there were broken bottles everywhere and used condoms on the floor. "This place is perfect for catching seven different types of diseases. When we get out of here we're going to have to burn our clothes and shower with disinfectant and alcohol.”

“Agreed.” Hoseok turned to you, shining the flashlight into your face, causing you to frown and use your hand to block the excessive light that was in your eyes. “Hey, what are you doing?”

"Did you just agree with me?"

"Yes, can't I?"

Hoseok raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything, despite being curious, he decided not to follow his curiosity and just turned the other way, heading towards the door at the end of the hall, it l led to a bathroom and surprisingly it was the cleanest place in the entire house. And even though it was still dusty and the sink was inside the bathtub, it was still the only place in the house you could sit on the floor, without risking touching someone's sperm or urine.

"Well, I think this is the only suitable place for us to spend the night." Hoseok said bending down, he supported the backpack on his thigh, and pulled out a blanket, unfolding it and placing it on the floor. He also took a bottle of vodka and a juice box out of his backpack, making you wonder why he was carrying those things.

"Why do you carry this stuff?" The boy looked up at you for a second before opening the bottle of vodka and taking a sip. He then extended the bottle towards you, who raised an eyebrow, there wasn't much to do there, so drinking would be your only source of entertainment. Shrugging you reached for the vodka and took a sip, grimacing as you felt the drink burning down your throat. Hoseok laughed and handed you the juice box, feeling much better after drinking it.

"I like to be prepared for any kind of situation. I can get drunk anywhere, and I can get drunk and sleep anywhere." And he smiled, patting the floor beside him, signaling you to sit next to him, and again without many options, you did, leaning against the wall and sharing the bottle of liquor with him;

Two hours had passed and the bottle of liquor was almost half full, you and Hoseok should have had half a dozen fits of laughter while drinking and talking, you had never been together this long without insulting each other or talking, and that made you curious, he actually seemed like a nice guy, so why the hell did you guys hate each other?

"Why you hate me?" You asked amid laughter, causing Hoseok who was catching his breath from his last laugh to look at you before letting out a dry laugh.

“You tell me, preppy girl, why do you think I hate you so much?”

“I have no idea.” You shrugged. "It's just that every time you look at me, I feel like your gaze will penetrate my soul or something. And you always pay so much attention to my girlfriends, but never to me." You giggled, feeling your face numb. "Fuck, my cheeks are numb."

"I don't pay attention to your friends, they chase me up and down, god, I've never seen girls as clingy as they are. It gives me the chills." Hoseok bent one leg and rested one arm on his knee, while leaving the other stretched out and leaning his head against the wall, facing the bathroom ceiling. "And I don't know why you're friends with them, they're not good company, I've seen them badmouthing you to other guys." And so he looked at you, seeing you curiously, with your mouth slightly open and eyes fixed on him. "Even for me."

"They don't do that."

"Yes they do." He laughed. "Don't be innocent, when I asked them if you were single, they told me yes, but that you would have no interest in me, and that you thought I was a junkie with no future."

"I never said that." Your voice came out louder than it should have and you instantly covered your mouth with both hands, starting to laugh, just like him. "I never said that." You whispered, turning around and crossing your legs, facing him. "Actually I think you're very talented, I went to Tequilas on Friday to see your performance and look, you're the best Rapper I've ever met."

He frowned, and because of the alcohol you didn't realize how much his eyes lit up to hear that you had watched his performance and that you liked it.

"You were there?"

"Yeah, I went with the girls, but I left before them as they told me that after the show they would meet with you and have a threesome."

“What?”

“Threesome, ya know, when three people...”

“I know what it is, babe, I'm referring to what they said. I didn't do any of that with them, I can use drugs sometimes but I never forget what I do and I don't usually do stupid things.” And he looked angry. "What other lies were those girls telling you?"

"I don't know… They talk a lot about you." You said thoughtfully, it was only then that it dawned on you that he had called you babe. "Did you just call me babe?"

"Yes babe, but stay focused, what else do these girls say about me?"

"Hmm, well they say you prefer naughty girls, said you hate the quiet ones, that they've had sex with you in several places and that you fuck really good."

“Oh, I do fuck really good but I don’t know how the hell would they know ‘cause I've never had sex with any of them.”

“And they said you said that I'm weird... and gross.” Hoseok's eyes widened and he watched you lower your head for a few seconds before lifting his chin and looking at him again, giving a wan smile. "And that's ok, everyone has the right to have their opinions..." And before you could continue, Hoseok took his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you all at once towards him, your lips collapsing in a violent kiss, where he stuck his tongue in your mouth, leaving you gasping for air. You were forced to unfold your legs and get on your knees as every second he pulled you closer and closer to him, your hands going to his hair, your fingers fulfilling a dream. And when he pulled his lips away, both with deep breaths and racing hearts, he looked into your eyes, again that look that seemed to penetrate your soul making you shiver.

"I don't think you're gross. I think you're the most wonderful, hottest woman in this town. And if every time I look at you, you feel that my gaze is penetrating you, it's because the thing I want most in this world since I laid eyes on you is to fuck you until I come inside you and make you come so hard around my dick that you would forget about any other man that had passed in your life.” And he gave you a peck, a long, hot peck. "I never even touched any of those girls, I just wanted you, I just want you." And he kissed you again, your will matching his at such a rapid rate that the next thing you knew, you were sitting on his lap, his hands squeezing your ass as your nails scratched the back of his neck. "And I don't mind if you're a quiet one, I can make you go pretty loud."

"I've never had sex under the influence of alcohol, that's weird." You chuckled between kisses. He grinned.

"What's weird?"

"The urge I have to just take these pants off and jump on your dick."

"You can do that if you want." He whispered, kissing down to her neck.

"Not here, there are already a lot of condoms scattered around this house."

"Then let's go elsewhere."

"But what about the bet?"

"Fuck this stupid bet, I just want you all over me."

You got up, staggered back, but leaned against the wall to keep from falling, laughing silly. Hoseok gathered all his things and turned on the flashlight once more, leaving the room. He waited for you to follow him and extended his hand towards you, this time you not only intertwined your fingers with his, but also grabbed his arm with your other hand, leaning on him, feeling as if your legs were jelly. Laughing as you went down the stairs, you were much more comfortable with the whole situation, no longer frightened by the creaks coming from the forest. Once again when you reached the fallen tree, Hoseok grabbed you around the waist, helping you to jump over it. Running clumsily towards the car, he unlocked the car alarm and you climbed into the backseat, undressing. The guy tossed his backpack into the driver's seat before ducking in front of the back door and looking at you. His eyes roaming every inch of your body until you were completely naked.

“Someone's eager”

“Aren’t you?” You whispered, slowly spreading your legs giving him a wide view of what he wanted most. Hoseok licked his lips and started to undress outside the car, being tall he wouldn't be able to do it in the car as quickly as he wanted, throwing his clothes on the front seats. And when he finished taking off his pants, he found a packet of condoms in his pocket, getting into his car and slamming the door behind him. Breathing so heavy he could feel his lungs working. With one knee propped up on the bench while he wore the condom, you fingered your wet space, his eyes alternating between down there and into your eyes. You then grabbed his waist, pulling him towards you. Hoseok rested his right hand on the back seat and his left hand on the passenger seat as he positioned himself, hovering over you.

And he swore as he started to get in, feeling you tighten around him, pulsing, your moans echoing throughout the car, invading his ears, making him roll his eyes and with one hand hold your neck. He started slowly, moving his hips slowly, eyes glued to your face, watching the pleasure wash over you, your lips parted, sometimes biting your lips, frowning. He also watched as you gripped the edges of the seat, your fingers sinking into the upholstery, your legs up, curling your toes, your chest pounding, your nipples hard, your body tingling, god, and it was all because of him. It was all because of his thick dick going in and out of you, hard as a rock, stretching your walls, touching your weak spots, it was all about that slim, beautiful, drawn body. It was all because of that face, those eyes upon you, the pleasure that had spread across that long, thin face. Hoseok was more than a man, he was a work of art, a piece of paradise, the male version of Aphrodite. A god who should be treated well, venerated. And you were sure you would do anything for him. You never hated him, it was all lust, desire.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" His voice was low, lustful and inquisitive, using his thumb to caress your parted lip.

“Only you.” You whispered back, licking his thumb before taking it in your mouth. He let out a low growl, lowering his body and taking your lips in a slow kiss that turned into a fiery kiss as he increased the speed at which his hips moved, bumping against yours, the noise certainly echoed out of that car, onto that deserted street where nothing but the wind could be heard. Your voice was muffled by his mouth, but as soon as he pulled away, kissing your chest until he was sucking on your nipple, you threw your head back, slamming it against the door, your moans getting louder and louder, following the force with which he thrust. “Fuck. It feels so good.” He didn't say anything, just bit your nipple, bringing his hands to your waist, moving your hips against his so easily it was as if he controlled you body with the power of his mind. And when the first orgasm came, so suddenly, you screamed, arching your back as he continued to move, feeling you tighten around him, your pussy so wet it dripped onto the seat, wetting the leather. Hoseok hugged your body, he sat down bringing you onto his lap, burying his face in your hair as you calmed down a little, your body shaking.

"Are you okay?"

"Fuck way more than okay." You laughed, your hips starting to move involuntarily, your body burning with arousal, his cock was buried so deep inside you that you didn't know how long it would be until you were coming again. You leaned your body back, using your arms to lean on the two seats in front, wiggling your hips as you went up and down, the guy let his head fall back, eyes on you, on how your breasts swayed, at how your body danced on top of him. He licked his fingers, and while one hand went towards your breast, pinching your nipple, the other went down to your pussy, and he didn't even need to wet his fingers, as what he found down there was a puddle of water, his fingers sliding in circles over your clit. Your sly moans no longer had control, as well as your body that while riding him, was rubbing against his fingers, needing more contact, needing to release that tension. “Shit i’m com...” And you barely managed to finish your sentence, screaming as you felt your core tighten and release all at once, your body going limp, squeezing your toes and closing your eyes tightly. Hoseok held your waist, pulling your body to him again, hugging you and stroking your hair while laughing with satisfaction.

"Twice, baby? You're being so nice to me." He kissed your shoulder lightly. "Think you can get one more?"

“Fuck, yes.” You stated, pressing your lips to his and hugging him around the neck as you moved your hips again, this time starting faster and harder, with his hands cupping your ass and helping you to ride. "I want you to cum on me, Hoseok."

"If you keep moving like this, I will." And it was what you needed to increase the speed, this time you ran your hand behind your body, throwing your body back a little, holding the back of his neck while the other hand went down to his balls, massaging. And he swore, bringing his fingers to your clit again. “Fuck babe, you’re so good. On Monday we're going to do a blood test, and when we prove to each other that we're clean, I'm going to fuck you so hard and I'm going to come so hard inside you that you will be marked by me forever, fuck."

And the sweat was running down your body, as was his, glistening in the light that came from outside the car. You could feel him coming and you could feel that burning in your core, you were ready to come one more time and you wanted so much for him to fill you all over, until not a drop was left. You just wanted to be his. It was everything you ever wanted.

"Fuck, I'm...." And he grabbed your body, making you stop moving, his cock pulsing inside you, your walls feeling every inch of him, his fingers stimulating you, making you come again, this time not having the strength to move anymore, your body going numb. You hugged each other, your head on his shoulder and his against the seat, so tired and out of breath that you waited a good few minutes for either of you to say something. Who needed drugs to ease the pressure when Jung Hoseok was there to make her come?

"I think we should go back." You whispered, your face against his neck as he stroked your hair. "Everyone must be waiting for us to give up on the bet."

"Keep them waiting, bunch of assholes." he whispered back. "Those bitches made you think I didn't want anything to do with you when I really only wanted you. Let's go to my house, take a shower and rest so we can have a whole day of trick or treat, in my bed, of course." He laughed and you lifted your head, looking at him. "And if you want, of course. "

"This will be the best Halloween of my life."

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{9:09pm} imagine... laying in bed reading a book, slightly dozing off, when you feel a dip in the bed and a warm body lay next to you. you look over and see hyunjin gazing lovingly at his phone. you’re interest peaks and you close your book and turn to see what it is that has all of his attention. you see it, pictures of you. laying on the bed. reading a book.

{9:29am} imagine.... “do you like my hair? y/n did it!”

{5:59pm} imagine... cuddling with Chan in bed at night and him pulling you in as close as possible, burying his face into your neck with a sigh and whispering sweetly "I sleep so much better with you here"

milestone

Jeon Jungkook x (F) Reader

summary→ Part of you is touched that Jungkook really has been there for every milestone in your life. The other part wishes he hadn’t shown up looking so ridiculously sexy. tags→ American highschool/college universe, brother’s best friend au, grinding, first time, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (pls use condoms tho), dirty talk, confessions, um graduation sex??? idk lol wc→ 8.2k

did i proofread? hell no lmao. this is my first time writing for bts tho!! enjoy!!

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mcd*ckin | jungkook | m

snippet: “So, if I’m so predictable,” you tease, running your finger along his clothed chest, “what am I going to do next?”

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: smut, crack, pwp

au: fast food worker jungkook, customer y/n, slice of life, strangers to lovers

rating: explicit/18+

word count: 10.9k

warnings: swearing, disrespecting the workplace, vandalism???, jungkook has tattoos, 

sexual warnings: hair pulling, oral (male and female receiving), use of food: whipped cream, cherries, sweet and sour sauce, ketchup, mustard. public indecency, public sex, good ol’ bush appreciation, no protection, fingering, lots of moaning and stickiness, choking, digit sucking, thigh slapping, jungkook commands a bit, nude photos on the ordering menu, nipple suckling, unprotected penetration, slight roleplay? (if you squint), big girthy jungkook cock :) light dirty talk,

a/n: the biggest thank you to my top supporters @searchingtae​ @parksfilter​ and @hobiglow​!! i couldn’t have done this without you guys! and thank you to lainey for betaing this for me!! :( ilysm. thank you to @namluve​ for making the banner for me! im so happy to finally bring this fic to life and i hope it makes you laugh! let me know what you think!

this is a part of the fast f*cking food collab! 

Work today was more hellish than normal.

The clients at the law firm seemed whinier, your coworkers flakier, and your patience non-existent. You’re in no way a prestigious, high level lawyer, and yet everyone around you seems to think they can expect you to act like one without the title or the pay. Shit, even your boss asked if you could count today’s numbers for her and you just had to swallow your laughter. In reality, you’re just a lowly Trial Lawyer trying to make by, but here is everyone else expecting you to be the number cruncher and the filer.

It’s not like you don’t want the responsibility or the tasks. It just sucks that this job is a filler one. It’s not a career and you don’t plan on staying here for five plus years unlike SOME (okay most) of your coworkers. Your dream job is going into criminal law, but…it’s also every other lawyer’s. All you know is you don’t want to be a Trial Lawyer for much longer. There have been too many times where you’ve almost dozed off in court, and that could really leave a mark on your reputation.

There’s only one thing that will help you unwind at this point: the McDonald’s drive through guy.

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♡ fluffy innie ♡

BY. HONGJOONG #6 - Lemon Tree (Original. Fools Garden)

Crescent Bound Series Masterlist {Mature Content}

Seven werewolves. A pack bound by the moon. This secret kept only amongst themselves. Each of them experiencing their own cycles of heat and their search for a mate. 

Pairing: BTS members x Reader OC

Genre: Werewolf AU! / Smut

Warnings: Explicit Sexual content

A/N: Please read in the order of release as each story connects with another. 

Jungkook: You thought you knew everything about each other. The first time you noticed a change with Jungkook was towards the end of summer before classes started again. There was no doubt it was Jungkook yet as you approached him something was strange. He was taller, his shoulders broad, the fitting of his t-shirt clung to his body, straining with every movement. Just who was this standing before you. You used to tell each other everything, now he was hiding something. 

Yoongi:  Being a transfer student in the middle of the term was no one’s ideal choice. Maybe this time would be different, this time you’d try and branch out of your little academic bubble and create a social life, friendships, maybe even find love. It didn’t take long to figure out that Min Yoongi only associated within his specific group. Yet something drew you to him and him to you, however you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to him. 

Jimin: One night you’re having the best hookup of your life and the next you’re being told that the little mark on your neck is more than just a hickey and that Park Jimin was more than you expected too. 

Jin (in progress): He always had a soft spot for strays. Stray cats, strays dogs, before Namjoon found him he himself was a stray. Maybe that’s why he had a soft spot for you when he saw you drenched and sitting in the booth across from him at the diner. But to take you home and let you stay with him and six other werewolves? 

Hoseok (TBA):

Taehyung (TBA)

Namjoon (TBA): As the only offspring of your father’s legacy it was your responsibility to maintain the alliance between the two packs. But an arranged marriage with the alpha leader of the crescent pack is not what you had in mind for a happily ever after.  

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New Idea

pairing: Step-brother!Taehyung x Fem!Reader

warnings: non-con, bondage, pseudo-incest, sadism, smut, mentions of killing

synopsis: You wished to hang out with your brother Taehyung when he wasn't home, only to realize he was better off staying away.

word count: 3.2k

It was late at night. Rain flooded outside, drops trickled down your window and puddles formed on the roads as they reflected the neon lit storefront signs beautifully. The tears from the clouds splashed against the cement loudly, and you watched the empty streets in boredom. With your cheek leaning on your palm, elbow propped up on the round wooden table across your window, you miserably yearned to feel some sort of sugar rush with a deep frown on your face. Things have been mundane, repeating the same old routines as days quickly went by. You wondered what Taehyung had been up to in the time that he’d been gone. You knew he could resolve your boredom instantly had he been right beside you.

Taehyung – your step-brother who was the embodiment of adrenaline, and was most likely awake with you right now. The man never slept, always staying up at night brainstorming ideas for what to do during the day that was no doubt just as exciting as the day before. Bags adorned his eyes that somehow fit his wild persona that never needed asking for permission to do things that were illegal most of the time. It was especially daring when having strict parents, and the only reason he wasn’t locked up in a mental institution was because he was the pride of your family with excelling grades in college that he rarely ever attended. They never approved of anything he’d done, especially not the teal hair he was currently rocking. You on the other hand, looked up to him as a role model.

What you’d do to see him right now. Sometimes he tagged you along with his adventures, such as exploring abandoned buildings and getting matching tattoos on your forearms that he chose. Despite the rebellious acts he put you through, he always defended you against your parents and got away with everything with a light scolding from his smooth tongue. Admiration wouldn’t begin to describe the amount of respect you had for him, though he was rarely ever around. Unbeknownst to you however, he never failed to go a day without pecking your cheek while you were unconscious. 

He was everything you aspired to be: a carefree soul with a creative mind and a heart filled with exhilaration. The only thing he hadn’t done was probably murder. It was a shame that absence made the heart grow fonder, because throughout the time you’d known him since your early teens, he hadn’t changed one bit with his disappearances that could go on for days. 

Taehyung never changed.

Was this what they called depression? Feeling numb and hating your life for how ordinary it was? You didn’t know, but what you knew was that you really needed Taehyung right now. It was 3AM and your parents were sound asleep in the apartment while you moped over how much you missed your step-brother’s presence. Not a single moment was dull with him, while you were too much of a coward to go through with any of your desires.

And as if your prayers were answered, a pound came on the door. The loud knock instantly gave away the person behind the door; Taehyung, who never cared for how loud he was unless he was on a stealthy mission.

Your heart skipped a beat as the door swung open and the silhouette of your step-brother entered before it was slammed shut with a lock. “You’re awake?” he asked in a whisper without moving an inch when he noticed your seated form.

“Can’t sleep,” you breathed, unable to hide the joy you felt upon seeing him in your tone. He couldn’t have picked a better time to visit you.

“Why not?” he walked over to you before kneeling. There was a smile on his face that matched yours, instantly giving away he came to your room with purpose. It was expected, for he never approached you if not to tell you about one of his newer ideas. 

“Was bored.”

“So was I,” a mischievous smirk graced his face. The street lights outside illuminated his messy hair that your hand itched to ruffle. “But I found us a solution.”

Your eyes gleamed with hope, your grin never faltering. “Tell me,” you impatiently urged, your knees already bouncing up and down with excitement.

“I’ll give you a hint: we’ll both be having fun. But you need to listen to me,” he cautioned with a raised finger. You nodded frantically, willing to do whatever he needed you to do. “Okay, stand up.”

You obeyed him and only then noticed the bag slung over his shoulder once you stood before him. “Let me do all the work, yeah? You just stand still.”

“I really want to know what it is,” you whined and bounced on your feet. 

Taehyung held onto your tits that bounced with you and you quietly gasped. “Better not be acting like this with anyone other than me. Naughty,” he scolded before unzipping his small pouch. 

“I don’t go out without a bra,” you rolled your eyes playfully. Taehyung was notorious for doing and saying things without a filter, uncaring of the effect it had on others. This was simply him looking after you without any boundaries, because he never set any with you.

He pulled out a duct tape from the mystery bag. “Turn around and hold your hands behind you.” You complied without protest, the ripping of a duct tape resounding in the room as he tore it with his teeth. He taped your wrists together like cuffs before facing you again by the pull of your shoulder. 

Confusion washed over you, but not a trace of fear. “What’s this about?”

“Now go lie down,” he ignored you and nodded at your bed. You sat on the center, your sheets already rumpled from all the tossing and turning you’d done in an attempt to sleep. His figure loomed over you and your heart raced in anticipation. “Don’t move, okay?”

You silently watched him with piqued curiosity as he pushed you down. The soft mattress dipped under your weight and you didn’t move a muscle until you felt him tug at your flannel pajama pants. “Taehyung? What are you doing?”

“Just trust me,” he ignored you again and you furrowed your brows as he undressed you. “You’re going to like it.”

Without a single clue of his intentions, you expected him to change your pants after he took them off, but definitely didn’t expect him to aim at your panties next. The second he held onto the hems, you crawled away from him and repeated more firmly, “Taehyung, what are you doing?”

He yanked you back to him by your ankles. “Don’t you trust me? You said you’d listen to me.” 

“I don’t think I want to do this,” you strained and tried to pull your knees to your chest, but he tightened his grip on your ankles.

“It’ll be fun, just sit still,” he spoke airily, his tone unbothered compared to your worried one. “I would never do anything to hurt you.”

Once you felt somewhat reassured, you relaxed your legs and lied back down. The discomfort swallowed you whole when he undressed your bottom half completely. The chilly air hit your bare legs and left goosebumps in its wake.

“You shouldn’t be shy about being naked with me,” he chuckled and tapped your pussy carelessly. You yelped and bent your knees again. 

“Taehyung, this isn’t right,” you stressed and clenched your thighs together. You were growing wary about this ‘idea’ and you weren’t sure whether his pupils were dilated because of the dark anymore. He could be high. “Let’s try something else, please.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he scoffed and spread your thighs apart, hovering over your loins. “You’re going to love this, just calm it.” He grabbed the duct tape again and tore off a smaller piece before placing it on your mouth, making your efforts of leaning away fruitless. Your voice was muffled behind the sticky tape as you shook your head. “Don’t make me tape your legs too,” he warned as you tried pushing him away. He sat on your knees as he began unzipping his washed denim jeans, ignoring your babbling.

“Been watching a lot of porn lately,” he began casually as tears brimmed in your eyes. “I usually find it boring, but I came across a video that I couldn’t resist reenacting. Plus you were bored too,” he defended, “it’d be mean if I spared my little sister of this fun.” 

You didn’t know whether he was joking or not, but you were ready to start crying if he was actually doing what you were thinking. You sighed in relief when he reached for his pouch for a pair of scissors. It had to be a joke then–

Taehyung began cutting your shirt from the middle, and you whimpered when your tits were on full display. Your nipples hardened as a result of the exposure, and tears immediately began streaming down your face mixed with muffled sobs.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad,” he exclaimed, “we’re not related by blood. It should be fine.”

When you continued crying, he said, “I’ll take off my shirt too, if it helps.” He heaved his t-shirt over his head, his firm chest hard to make out in the midnight dark. “I was thinking kissing would ease you into it, but only if you’re quiet.” Your cries grew louder instead. He sighed exasperatedly, “You can be such a crybaby sometimes.”

He started leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck, and you whimpered at the feeling. You were ticklish and though you were completely terrified, the kisses were a bit soothing. “This is me being nice to you, because oh boy, that guy in the video was a fucking monster,” he laughed while going down the valley between your breasts. A finger flicked your nipple while his other hand rubbed over your folds. “Want me to eat you out first? You’re not wet enough.”

You shook your head in refusal, so he merely shrugged and began circling your clit instead, his fingers now pinching your nipple. His mouth latched onto your other nipple and he swirled his tongue around the areola, clashing pleasure with pain. The rain drowned out your involuntary moans but Taehyung caught them anyway; it wasn’t hard to miss when your arousal began coating his hand. He released your nipple with a pop and locked eyes with you. “You’re enjoying this? Not gonna lie, I was expecting you to cry longer but... you're a little slutty, aren't you?” He slapped your pussy experimentally and smiled when you moaned loudly. “Keep this up and I might just take off the tape.”

For a moment, he wondered if this was why people enjoyed sex so much; your moans were like music to his ears and your body was making his cock throb even more. He could really get used to this, he thought as he slapped your pussy over and over, the sound echoing in the room along with your high-pitched whines.

“Shit, I need to record this,” he mumbled before reaching for his phone on his back pocket. Your protests went to deaf ears as he began recording your pussy and spanked it, the microphone picking up all your sounds of pleasure. Once it reached the one-minute mark, he threw his phone on your pillow and took out his erect length from its restraints, giving it a few pumps as the tip oozed with pre-cum. “I never thought fucking you would be this easy. Thought about it every time I touched myself.”

You went quiet at the revelation and he smirked at your raised brows. “Why are you surprised? Whenever I’m home, you come hug me with your bare tits pressed up against me. Not that I’m complaining of course,” he chuckled hotly. “Want me to kiss you now?”

When you didn’t respond quickly enough, he ripped the tape off of your mouth without mercy and your eyes teared up at the pain with an ouch. He didn’t waste a second in enveloping his lips with yours as he cupped your pussy, smearing his pre-cum on your labia. He swallowed your moans as his mouth moved vigorously, tongue meeting yours as he explored your cavern. The smacking of your lips caused you to clench your hole, the sound arousing to your ears as you kissed him back.

“You going to stay quiet for me?” he murmured against your lips, his cock poking at your hole teasingly. You hesitated but nodded nonetheless. “Good girl,” he praised with a grin and lightly pecked you before properly positioning himself.

The reason why Taehyung was so eager to have sex with you wasn’t just because he was horny, but also because really wanted it to be your pussy that he fucked first, and maybe second, and third. He was a virgin who watched too much porn when he wasn’t outside, and now that you were 18, he thought it to be the perfect timing for you to lose your virginity to him like he’d imagined when he was 15. 

Due to his experience, he didn’t ease into your pussy and instead shoved his cock entirely. You screamed and he instantly put a hand over your mouth. “Too much?” he asked with a strained voice. His cock was just begging to be thrusted into you, but he couldn’t have you screaming and waking your parents. When you nodded with eyes shut in pain, he groaned to himself. He was twitching inside you, and after a few seconds, he began moving.

You were crying and bitching again, but he paid no mind to it as he pressed his hand onto your mouth while gently slamming his hips into you, his courtesy for now. You'd adjust sooner or later, but the stretch was excruciating; your walls stung and you started to bleed on him.

"Oh fuck," he giggled sadistically once he noticed the crimson fluid, "that didn't happen in the video." He gazed into your glossy eyes before quickening his pace, growing rougher. "You're crying again; what's new?"

Taehyung was laughing as he was moaning, but you couldn’t hear anything except for the ringing in your ears. Your heart pounded and you were struggling to breathe through your nose as he fucked you relentlessly. 

“I kind of feel bad for you,” he panted with a sinister smile. “Does it still hurt?” He took your sobs as a yes. “Poor baby,” he cooed with a pout before moving his free hand to your clit. “This might help.” You were struggling with your bound hands, but you couldn’t move your legs because of how much it hurt. Your fighting was useless, and your body was growing numb except for the thumb that made it less painful.

Taehyung removed his hand from your mouth to hear your moans clearly. Whether it was from pleasure or pain, he didn’t know, but he loved it. He wanted to be the only one to see you in this state. He’d gauge out any eyes that got to see you naked and stab any ears that got to hear your pretty sounds.

But it was a little difficult to savour it when he was reaching his climax so soon; damn inexperience and the low stamina that came with. He had enough self-control to pull out of you to finish himself off with his hand. He missed the warmth and tightness of your pussy and how it kept clenching down on him quickly, but it had to come at a cost – not cumming inside you.

“You fucking monster!” you yelled hoarsely, eyes blurred with tears and face covered in tears.

“Too loud,” he sighed and forced your mouth open to shove his length inside. “Try anything, and I’ll fucking kill you.” His cock was heavy on your tongue as you gagged on it every time he thrusted. It wasn’t long before he released in your mouth and you choked, swallowing his cum without a choice. Another loud moan erupted from him as his hips stuttered while gently slamming into you for the last time.

“Fuck,” he exhaled before collapsing on you with his palms holding up to not smother you completely. “Shit, you’re such a good fucking girl.”

When he raised his face from your shoulder, you spat on him. He laughed hysterically before wiping off your saliva from his cheek. “I’ll make it up to you, damn.”

“You’re the fucking worst Taehyung,” your voice wavered as you insulted him. “I hope you rot in hell. I always saw you as my role model, but now I understand why everyone fucking hates you.”

“Sheesh,” he snorted, “I told you I’d make it up to you, didn’t I? It might hurt now, but it’ll feel a lot better when we do it again.”

“If you try-” he cut you off by going down on you, taking his clit into your mouth and immediately emitting a moan out of you. “Stop, stop, stop,” you chanted in gasps, trapping his head with your thighs and contradicting your words. He chuckled against your swollen pussy, making it feel even better and yet worse. This euphoric sensation wasn’t what you needed after being traumatized by your own step-brother, but it was what your body wanted after getting a taste of his tongue. 

He was slurping up your juices and spitting on your folds before abusing your clit again. The bastard knew how to distract you from your newfound grudge, but you weren’t going to forgive him after your orgasm. Your hips moved against him on instinct as his tongue ran up and down your labia. A knot formed in your stomach, your tears long forgotten as you became more persistent in riding him in this awkward position. He heaved your thighs over his shoulder to take full control, and with his vigorous sucking and pulling, you came undone with a spasm.

“Feels good, right?” he asked rhetorically and fell limp next to you.

“I’ve never hated someone as much as you,” you seethed while recovering from your high.

“You’re going to tell me that wasn’t fun? No way,” he stared at you in disbelief.

“You hurt me,” you sniffled and covered your face.

"I'm sorry princess," the nickname felt foreign on his tongue as he held your arm. "I'll leave forever if you want me to."

He hummed when you stayed silent with a runny nose. "I'll clean you up and go, okay?"

"No," you huffed. "You become my slave for a whole month."

"You want me to stay home with you?"

You nodded while rubbing your eyes with your fists. "You can't do that and just leave, and I hate you but I miss you."

Taehyung resisted the urge to squeeze your cheek and coo. He knew you'd regret asking him to stay, but he wouldn't say no to spending time with you 24/7.

Chuckling through his nose, he said, "I miss you too." He traced the tattoo on your forearm, a minimalistic mockingbird with an arrow slicing through the middle. He picked it because it represented you; an innocent little thing who didn't even look down at her wound, only focused on flying back to Taehyung, a hawk that waited with open arms - ready for his meal.

If you wanted him to stay, then that's what Taehyung would do. You'd fallen for his trap twice, the third wouldn't be so bad. He'd make sure you enjoyed it this time.

Freaky Idea

Pt. 2 of New Idea

pairing: Stepbrother!Taehyung x Fem!Reader

genre: oneshot, pseudo-incest, smut

synopsis: The last guaranteed day you have with Taehyung is spent with his choice of adventure. You learn a lot of things about the history of freakshows, and how much of a freak your brother is as well.

warnings: mention of murder and somnophilia, riding, manipulation

word count: 3.8k

When Taehyung agreed to being your slave for a month, he wasn’t lying. He was attached to your hip throughout the whole time span, obeying your every command without complaint. You didn’t deem him forgiven, but you can’t say you don’t enjoy his company and compliance. The whole month was a bliss for you.

The first week, the morning after the… event, you had him prepare breakfast for you and your mother walked in on him cooking an omelette for you. She was perplexed, and with her morning drowsiness asked, “You’re home?” before smothering him with a hug. Your father gave him the minimum acknowledgement, and it went by quickly with your mother being surprised every time she saw him in the morning.

The second week, he drove you around and paid for your every need. You don’t know how he has so much money, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he sells drugs or had robbed a bank. You decided to reward him by kissing his cheek every time he bought you clothes and jewelries per your request. He realized he enjoyed spoiling you, and took you shopping in different malls for 7 days straight.

The third week, you met his friend. You had insisted, and he gave in after a short while of you begging because it was difficult to say no to you and rules are rules. His terms were: 1. You're going to act like his girlfriend, and 2. You sit on his lap. Maybe you didn't get it, but his friend Namjoon didn't seem dangerous enough for you to be behaving the way you were forced to. Sitting in front of a burning barrel in the middle of nowhere, Taehyung and Namjoon smoked weed together while you watched them. The conversation was fun, and you wanted to see him again. Taehyung didn’t allow you to question the ordeal. Rest of the week went by a breeze.

Fourth week was relatively calm as well, and now Taehyung is on his final day of slavery. It’s somewhat melancholic for you because you don’t know if he’ll vanish once the clock hits 12. You’re sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging your dangling legs while your step-brother inspects the fridge to find you something for lunch. The two of you woke up late this morning, well, afternoon, and you don’t know why you feel so exhausted and sore. You’ve been feeling this way for a whole month now, but you’re growing somewhat used to it. 

“This bitch is empty,” Taehyung grumbles before closing the fridge and standing up straight. When he notices your soft pout, he slithers his way between your legs. “What’s wrong princess? Are you tired?”

“Will you be here tomorrow?” you blurt without beating around the bush and peek at him under your lashes.

His brow ticks as he tilts his head. “Did you want to do something?”

“Well, no,” you drawl, “I just wish… you were here more often.”

"You know I can't stay away from you for long," he counters your worries, "especially if you allowed me to…"

"Stop." You distance yourself by pushing him away; you don't want to think about what he was implying. You made it explicitly clear that anything remotely sexual wasn't allowed to be brought up when you were around, and he’s been sticking to that rule until now - to your knowledge, at least. 

“Stop teasing your sister, Taehyung.” your mother enters the kitchen while tying the knot of her robe, now checking the fridge herself. 

He rolls his eyes before turning to her and retaliating, “I didn’t even do anything.” You giggle to yourself and bite your fist. “Did I tease you?” he asks innocently with his neck craned in your direction.

“Yes, he doesn’t even make me breakfast,” you joke with a grin. 

“The fridge is fucking empty!”

“Language,” your mother warns strictly before taking out a box of frozen pizza. “And it isn’t empty. Could you turn on the oven for me, love?” You nod and arrange the heat to 200 degrees while Taehyung scoffs, “I can’t survive in a house with women.”

“Man up,” your step-father butts in monotonously. “You have to rely on your mother to cook to this day. When will you move out? Act your age Taehyung, you’re 21.”

The light-hearted atmosphere dims with the presence of Taehyung’s father. There’s a distinct contrast between your two parents, and you can understand why your step-brother is so rebellious around them. The only thing holding them together is their dedication to religion. 

He only huffs and crosses his arms in response as his dad grabs a carton of juice and a glass from the cupboard. It’s tense in the room until Taehyung leans into your ear and whispers, “I’m only here because of you.”

A light blush tints your cheeks at his sweet confession, although it also makes you guilty. He later convinces you to eat with him in your room, and it’s comfortable in your bed as you chomp on the slices hungrily. 

“Is there anything you want to do today?” Taehyung asks as he chews on his pizza.

“Let’s do something you want for a change,” you answer after swallowing. 

Though he hasn’t been showing any lack of interest around you, you are aware that you haven’t been doing anything fun by his definition. You’re worried that you’ve bored him throughout this whole timespan of being together.

A smirk grows on his face and there’s that glint of mischief in his eyes that you’ve missed. Fair, the last time you saw it was before he traumatized you, but you try not to think about it much like you ignore the constant ache between your legs. 

“There’s this circus,” he begins slowly, “I hear it’s interesting. Would you want to come with?”

You know he’s leaving something out, his cautious tone and aura implicit he knows something you don’t. But you nod anyway, because you still stupidly trust him.

Taehyung’s car is old and retro, but he must have upgraded the engines for how fast he is driving. You like admiring his side profile as he holds the steering wheel, but the view is much more interesting when he catches you looking. It’s a far location, and you’re out of the city by the time he parks his car in the woods. How did he memorize the directions when it took an hour to get there?

“We’re here,” he announces before shifting the manual stick gear with a screech. You exit the car and he is not gentle with the way he slams the door closed, so you do the same. You can see hints of red colors between the cracks of the thin trees. 

“Is it open?” you question apprehensively. The sun hasn’t set yet, but it should be getting dark soon in the evening. 

“Hasn’t been open for a century. You wouldn’t believe the amount of history this place has.”

He takes the lead in his steps, and you follow behind though your gut doesn’t approve. The path isn’t long, and only then do you see the circus when Taehyung moves aside. It’s run down, worn out colors in the curtains, broken glasses on the ground and the circus barely holding itself up. There’s a huge cannon in the middle of the stage, the tip balancing itself on the ground. It’s kind of creepy, but Taehyung doesn’t leave you in the dark for long.

“A lot of crazy shit happened here, you know,” he piques your curiosity, “the clowns were fucking freaks. Any type of physical disorder landed you in here, whether you liked it or not. Even for babies,” he picks up an idle shard of glass, “these were jars. They had deformed fetuses on display on a stand, but the wind must have fucked it up.”

“Deformed fetuses?”

“Yeah, like, conjoined and some other stuff.” You grimace at his description, although it stirs empathy in you. The 20th century sounds inhumane. 

“Are these real stories?” 

“Yeah. And the cannon: they rocketed people from this very bad boy,” he points at it before standing under.

Your stomach sinks as you panic, “It could fall on you!” You pull at his hand and the force makes your chests meet. He smiles down at you before pecking your lips. You stammer, a little mad as he chuckles before walking to a wooden wheel. He makes a star pose after stepping on the metal stand, stretching out his limbs to fit the whole circle. 

“This was the Wheel of Death; they threw knives at targets on this. I think they only targeted females actually...” He nods at you to replace him as he hops off. You go along with his idea and climb on the stand, though it creaks weakly. He takes out a pocket knife from his pocket and you’re about to yell before he hurls it at you. It lands above your shoulder and you immediately scold, “What the fuck, Tae?! Why would you do that! I could’ve died.”

He shrugs with a bright grin, clearly unbothered by your stressing. “My aim isn’t too bad.” He walks over to you and collects his floating knife. “Besides, when have I ever hurt you?”

You bite your tongue and purse your lips with a glare. 

“See?” he whispers. “You can’t even name one time…”

He’s teasing your silence, how you can’t even dare to voice the specific night. You haven’t even told your parents and slept with him right after, and he finds that so interesting: that you trust him with your life. 

“You actually can’t? Wow, I didn’t realize I was such a good brother,” he grins lopsidedly before snapping his fingers. “On with the tour.” He is enthusiastic as he struts past the circus. You shake your head with a sigh but follow him regardless. “So there were sword swallowers, acrobats, strongmen, anything that drew attention. They had a shit ton of accidents and deaths, but you would die if you got boring as well.” Taehyung holds back a bush to let you pass; the place he’s leading you to is a lot more crowded with sages and trees than the previous path. “Once the initial attraction wears off, you’re a goner. They couldn’t survive in that society with those deformities, so it was suicide either way.”

“That is so cruel,” you mumble sympathetically. “This place was like a fractured fantasy.”

“At least they lived for a bit… up until someone ended it.” When he pushes away the woodruffs, you’re met with another rundown site with a few… cages? “This is the trailer. Where they stayed and got ready for their shows. Some were held against their will, and slept with the animals in those cages.”

You gape at your surroundings in shock. The trailer is missing one side of the wall, and the rest have been vandalized with random phrases written in spray paint. You don’t give much attention to the torture cages, because the trailer has a lot more to show. It still has couches on the incomplete hardwood flooring, and Taehyung plops on one. The fabric is torn and dust rises the moment he’s on the seat. “That’s so dirty, Tae,” you pull a displeased face.

“Don’t be rude to the past occupants. Their ghosts might still be around.” He wiggles his fingers as if imitating a monster. He then pats his thighs, beckoning you to sit on his lap. You begrudgingly do so, and he wraps his arms around your waist before pulling you flush against him. “Any theories on how this shitshow ended?”

“Police intervention?”

“Something like that, I guess. One of the acrobats went nuts and shot everyone, so the place was shut down.”

“What?” you widen your eyes at him. “Why did they do that?”

“He was going to be replaced, so he got rid of the competition. Very chilling,” he casually states. “There must be some bullet holes in the walls, but we can check that out later.” His head snuggles into your neck while you’re still processing his words, but you go blank when he starts leaving feather light kisses on your neck. “Right now,” he murmurs, “I just want you to ride me.”

“Ride you?”

“Don’t act innocent, you know what I mean. You said I could choose what we did today… and I want to fuck here.”

“Taehyung… I specifically told you we aren’t allowed to do anything sexual. You hurt me last time as well,” you frown at the mention. 

“I asked you if I ever hurt you earlier. Did you say anything?” he asks condescendingly.

“No…”

“Why are you saying I hurt you now? Don’t tell lies, baby. Besides,” his hand slides down to your thigh as he speaks in a low, sultry voice, “I’ve been loosening up your cunt. You don’t even wake up at night anymore. It won’t hurt this time, I promise.”

You had an inkling, the stupid inkling that you tried so damn hard to brush aside. “You fucked me in my sleep?” you force out, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. “And you brought me here just to–”

“Christ, no,” he cuts you off offendedly, “I’m not that sick in the head. I didn’t plan it, but I can’t say I wasn’t hoping. It’s not like I’m going to rape you.”

“You did it once!”

“I was on a lot of drugs then! I’m clean now,” he huffs in irritation. “I’m sorry about that, and I know my apology is long overdue or whatever, but give me a break. I’ve been into you since I was like 16.”

You turn to look at him - really look at him. There’s not a trace of guilt on his face; the roots of his messy teal hair have grown out; the beauty of his naturally downward lip corners; you don’t know what to think. Your mind is a mess because you don’t know what to make of his confession. He has manipulated you countless times, coerced you into doing things you would never do, and for once you reflect on his personality. This could be one of his schemes in order to get you to do what he wants, and ironically, he was supposed to be doing that for you. Through all of your scrambled thoughts, you only muster a meek “really?”

“Yes,” he affirms, “that’s why I want to be intimate with you.”

Lies, lies, lies, you think before gently pressing your lips against his. Despite your attempt at kissing him softly, he doesn’t cooperate by instantly sucking on your nether lip with vigor, his hands immediately meeting at your hips to gently rock them against his crotch. He bites your lip before swiping his tongue against it, coaxing, “Suck on my tongue.” The awkward angle from where you’re kissing him makes him turn your body to completely face him, your knees landing on either side of him on the uncomfortable chair. It doesn’t matter, because you’re starting to forget the whole setting, just about everything except for him as arousal begins to seep in. Heat pools in your stomach at the switch in mood, and he’s enjoying your compliance as he quietly moans into your mouth. 

While you’re busy relishing in his swirling tongue, he starts tugging down your pants and you help him without looking. You sit up to push it down your ankles and throw it on the floor along with your panties. “What’s gotten into you?” he chuckles breathlessly before leaving wet kisses on your lips and pulling away to take off his wrinkled shirt. 

“What do you mean?” you ask, equally breathless.

“I don’t know, you’re just… so hot when you’re horny.” His boyish smile grows on your flustered face as he says, “Take off your shirt. Wanna see those pretty tits again.”

You bite your lip to suppress your insecurities, but it doesn’t help when you’re left in your bra as you cover your chest. “Don’t be shy now,” he teases knowingly and removes your arms before unclasping the garment. “Take out my cock now.” His tone is gentle with encouragement. You unzip his jeans timidly, but your eyes grow in wonder at the outline of his erection. “I’m so hard for you,” he assures you in a whisper and takes your hand in his to rub himself. “You’re so pretty, and sexy. I fucked you every night because you’re just so irresistible. You understand, don’t you, baby?” 

“I… Yes,” you agree and finally push down his briefs. His throbbing cock stands proudly and you’re intimidated by the size until he murmurs, “I won’t hurt you.” He lightly touches your bare pussy, slick with your arousal as you shudder. He coats your vulva with all of it, giving special attention to your clenching hole as he inserts a single finger. “Does it hurt?”

You shake your head, and you’re confused by the lack of pain and the desire for more. It feels good and that is a surprise for you as you sink down lower on his finger. He curls it, adds another finger and stretches your walls, emitting a moan out of you. You’re liking it, and you don’t know why; he was so cruel the last time that you were convinced something would go wrong now. Nothing does, and if anything, his fingers make you feel the best you have ever felt though it is not enough. “More,” you beg and he replaces his fingers by pulling you to the head of his cock. He’s staring right at you with hooded lids as he rubs it up and down, making you release a needy whimper. “Please, Taehyung.”

And like the slave he was meant to be, he shoves it in with a grunt. Your scream catches in your throat at the initial sting, but it’s worth it when he screws his eyes shut in pleasure and bites his lip to hold back a groan. He looks angelic under you, although he is anything but. You realize he is waiting for your cue to move, and it flutters your hearts because he is more attentive to you this time. Rather than letting him take the lead, you act on your instincts as you roll your hips. It’s unsteady at first, the foreign position making it difficult for you to adapt to so fast. His audible quick breaths encourage you to take your time in angling your pelvis comfortably, and when an involuntary moan leaves you, you place your hands on his shoulders before sticking to the current stance and going up and down on him. 

“Oh shit, you’re doing so well,” he praises you between gasps, supporting your body with his hands, “feels so fucking good. My good girl.”

It gets to your head, how much he’s enjoying your motions. He meets them with thrusts of his own, perfectly hitting your cervix and blinding you with pleasure. What is it that makes you feel so wonderful in this situation? Is it the touch, or the complimentary fact that you’re the only person Taehyung wouldn’t get bored of? 

Could it be that you’re two of the same?

Maybe he’s the one desperate to please you, you think as he massages your breasts, flicking your hard nipples with his thumbs so graciously. The eerie silence is broken by both of your loud moans, ecstasy sensually building up in knots in your stomachs. Sweat accumulates on your forehead, your hair sticking to your face but not hiding the sight of his erotic expression. You arch your back and grind down on him, and he’s limp on the loveseat as he takes all that you give him so submissively.

It’s your turn to use him, and you actually start understanding what makes him so rash and impulsive in hopes of receiving this amount of serotonin. It’s worth it, the release of control and morals to be with him. “Taehyung, h-how did you do it?” you moan. “Every night, what did you do?”

“I,” he tries to catch his breath, “I used my fingers to stretch you out. One finger, then two, then three.” He groans and thrusts into you fast and hard, “I fisted you at some point, and you came in your sleep, and then on my cock. Moaning and whining every fucking night, like some filthy whore.” You mewl at his crude words. He’s so obscene with you, and you clench your walls in response. “You like being my whore, hm? Little freak.”

“Yes, yes,” you confirm in a whimper, nodding your head as you pass the dominance onto him. He’s fucking into you while you stand on your knees, eyes rolled back with drool about to drip from the corner of your mouth. He starts to rub your clit and kisses your neck for you to tighten around him over and over again; it’s heaven in an empty graveyard. It’s so fucked up, yet he can’t stop. You’re panting as he manipulates your body to mold with his. “I’m close.”

His hands fall on your ass, greedily kneading it as your hips begin to stutter, your orgasm climbing up just as your energy is falling down. It hits you like a truck: the peak of pleasure, accompanied by a silent scream, nails digging into his skin as your muscles tense. “Fuck,” you breathe once his thrusts begin overstimulating you, but it’s not for long as he shoots his load inside you with a groan. He’s twitching as his erection becomes flaccid, and you feel it as he pulls out. 

“Bet it didn’t hurt,” he jokes while you recover from your climax. You’re leaking with his cum and he uses his shirt to wipe you clean, making you shake from how sensitive you are. “I’ll buy you the pill on the way home.”

“Thanks,” you plainly say and stand up to pick up your clothes. You’re trembling slightly and a little achy, but it’s nothing compared to losing your virginity. 

“What? You gonna give me the cold shoulder now?” He’s only in his loose pants and has his shirt thrown over his shoulder. He buckles his belt while you put on your bra. 

“Why did you make us act like a couple in front of Namjoon?” After hearing his confession, the interaction before bugs you.

“What do you mean?”

“Is it because you didn’t want him to think I was single? Because you like me?”

“No, he’s a convicted felon. Crazy motherfucker killed his ex’s new boyfriend,” he reveals with a scoff. “Besides, if you like me, you’d like him as well.”

Putting your shock aside, you realize one thing: Taehyung doesn’t want to be replaced. Does that mean you hold power over him? Or will he do anything at any cost to be in your life?  Regardless of your internal monologue, you only reply with, “who says I like you?”

It’s a joke, and he knows it. As promised, he buys you an emergency pill and another shirt for himself on the way home. His days of slavery are over, and you wonder: where will he be tomorrow? Maybe take his father’s advice… 

Little Secret

pairing: step-dad!Jungkook x fem!Reader

synopsis: From a fun celebration to not getting to the bathroom on time, you pee yourself in the middle of the living room and your step-dad has to take care of you.

warnings: smut, pseudo-incest, urine, fingering in tub, dubcon

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this is the disgusting fic i was talking about 🥰 not proofread, just smth i wrote in one day for fun. enjoy as long as u dont hate piss lol 😔👍

It's a night of celebration—the end of high school. It's the best celebration yet because you, after surviving hell of twelve years, are at the legal age to drink in a bar with your friends; the best night you can recall in your drunken state. Dancing, singing karaoke, giggling: pure joy.

So why are you crying while stumbling around in the living room? You sob and hiccup with a hand over your face and the other holding the couch for support. It has never been so difficult to stand straight, and you're thankful your mother's sleep is so heavy that she wouldn't wake up from your wails. 

But your step-dad's sleep is as light as a cat's, and you don't hear his heavy footsteps or grumbles as he climbs down the stairs. He rubs the sleep away from his eyes and they widen the moment they lay on you. He's about to call your name until his eyes trail down to the dark patch on your jeans. He doesn't need to ask why you're crying so loudly; it's easy to tell you're under the influence, and well, it apparently makes you very emotional since you're so upset about peeing your pants. 

But you're not exactly doing anything about it.

"Oh, it's okay," Jungkook coos and walks over to you to bring you into a light hug. 

You snuggle your face into his loose white shirt and sniffle. "I didn't– I didn't mean to," you snivel. "I-I couldn't get to the," you inhale shakily, "b-bathroom on time."

"That's okay," he runs his fingers through your hair soothingly, equally disheveled as his. "Don't cry, sweetheart. It happens; it's not a big deal. We'll get you cleaned up."

"I-I ruined it!"

"The washing machine—"

"No," you whimper pathetically, "it's ruined. My denim—" your head rolls back along with your eyes to the back of your skull. You go limp for a few seconds, and Jungkook holds you tightly. Just as he's about to ask you if you're alright, you continue, "the denim is forever ruined!"

Stepping away from his clutches, you rub your palms against the knees of your jeans and then the damp crotch area. The crotch and knees feel different; it makes your face scrunch up in sorrow. "Never the same," you exhale in a trembling voice.

Jungkook watches you in surprise and amusement. You tend to be closed off around him, well in the past year that he's been married to your mother at least. It makes him feel guilty to like you better drunk—extroverted.

"We'll get you new jeans then," he tries to comfort, but you only shake your head. 

"Feel it."

He sighs with a breathy chuckle and feels your jeans as you asked. He touches your pockets and then your crotch, practically cupping your heat. It's still warm with your urine and you pout at the look he gives you. You misinterpret it as disappointment, but it's a look of suppressing laughter. "Like I said, it's not a big deal. I'll wash it, okay? Your mother won't know."

You scoff and wipe your tears away. "Thank you. I-I'm very sorry, so sorry."

"Don't be. Let's go to your room," he slings his arm around your shoulder and walks you upstairs. You hold onto his waist and keep your gaze downcast. 

Your hiccups don't cease when you face the door of your bedroom. He twists the doorknob and lets you enter first. With puckered lips and tear stains on your face, you wait for him to come after you. He does, and then turns away from you. "Hand your jeans over to me, okay? I won't look."

He hears you shuffling behind him, and you don't take long to place the tainted pants in his waiting open palm. Your feet don't stay planted on the floor and you eventually land on your bed. The bathroom is right behind you, but you can't muster the energy to sit up nor open your eyes. "My underwear," you mumble with the side of your face squished against the sheets. 

At your indirect request, he cranes his neck and takes a peek at you. You're lying on your stomach and his eyes unintentionally travel to your ass. For being your step-dad, he thinks it to be okay for him to drink in this erotic sight. It isn't as if he's about to take advantage of a drunk girl, no less his step-daughter.

"You can't take them off?"

"Mm-mm," you shake your head.

He blows out a deep breath and stands before your feet. The sight of your wet panties isn't meant to be attractive, but it does get his stomach in knots. He grabs the edges of your underwear and asks you to lift your hips, which you do sluggishly. They're off within seconds and he picks up your jeans from the floor before aiming to exit. He has to get out and cleanse his mind of all his filthy thoughts from seeing your bare pussy two inches from his mouth. "Don't fall asleep before taking a shower first," he reminds with flushed cheeks and pushes the door open.

"Help me," you whine childishly before he can leave. 

He sighs your name as if exhausted—reluctant.

"Please!"

As if it's not bad enough that he got a small glimpse of your pussy, now you're asking him to give you a shower while completely naked. He's trying to be respectful by keeping his focal point at bay, but your ass is still hanging out while you're on the verge of a tantrum.

"Oh God," he mutters to himself and pinches the bridge of his nose. He gives in.

After throwing your dirty clothes in the washing machine downstairs, he returns quickly so he doesn't catch you fast asleep. Thankfully you're still awake, but not so alert.

He warns you to keep your eyes open while he fills the tub in your bathroom. There's a water bottle on your bedside table, which he tells you to drink lots from until he's back. He throws in a pink bath bomb sitting on the edge of your tub so you can hopefully relax. Never has he seen someone be in such a childlike headspace after drinking.

But childlike doesn't fit the current scenario when he's lying under your naked body in his boxers in the bathtub because you seem to be a lot clingier when drunk. You don't move a lot, which is a plus, but your butt is pressed against his crotch, which doesn't make the situation any better. 

"I'm sorry," you slur sleepily, "I really didn't mean to." He can pick up the strong scent of vodka lingering around you better in this position.

He tightens his arms around your shoulders with his hands clasped above your chest as he whispers, "Don't apologize, sweetheart. You won't remember this when you wake up, and I'll keep it a secret. Don't you worry about a thing."

"Why are you crying?" he asks softly when you start to sob again. It's a dry cry, and he's certain you don't know what you're doing yourself at this point.

"I can't do anything," you complain, "I'm so tired and-and I can't move."

He stays silent so you can comfortably babble on and on about nothing until you say, "Wash me. Please."

Jungkook lightly pecks your neck and eyes your tits before dipping his hands in the warm, pinkish water and scrubbing your shoulders. You sigh at his gentle touch, prompting him to switch to your knees. "My knees are not dirty," you grumble incoherently.

"Hm? You're not dirty?"

"I'm not dirty there."

"And you're dirty where?" He's teasing you, knowing exactly where you want to be cleaned, but that'd further agonize him with how little freedom his erection has under the tight restraints of his briefs. It wouldn't be appropriate of him to use you to get rid of it, but is it against the law to simply bathe you?

"Down," you vaguely murmur.

He can't see anything of your lower region from the courtesy of the blanket of colorful hue that the bath bomb transitioned to, which both annoys and relieves Jungkook. But his hand only listens to you as it trails down to your pelvis. "Here?"

You nod against his shoulder, and that's all the confirmation he needs to palm your vulva. You gasp and slightly jump before adjusting to the feeling of his hand. The adjustment proves to be futile when a small moan slips past your lips at his fingers grazing your labia. 

“You want me to stop?”

“No, no,” you breathe with a shake of your head. “I want to be clean, otherwise no sleep.”

“That’s right,” he chuckles and starts running his fingers down your folds. Stopping at your clit, he starts to circle the hood to thoroughly give you the cleaning you desire so much. It isn’t with any ill intentions that he gently cups your pussy and moves it up and down while you squeak out moans without shame. After a few rubs and touches, he's confident there is no more remaints of your drunk mistake. “You’re clean now, love. Want to go to bed?”

“I’m not,” you whine loudly and hold his wrist to keep his hand in place. “I’m not clean,” you cry out and he knows you’re going to start sobbing again, which you do—except your volume might risk waking your mother.

He tries to hush you, but you don’t stop with the crocodile tears. “Baby, baby, look at me,” he pulls your face by your chin, but you escape his grip easily and continue with your tantrum. “I won’t clean you if you don’t look at me.”

With your newfound defiant attitude, it's with a few huffs and puffs that you finally face him and he silences your sniveling with a press of his lips. It's not a kiss in his defence; neither of you are moving your mouths, which he appreciates now that you've gone quiet.

Now that the risk of your mother waking is taken care of, his hand is on your hidden heat again. At this point, it's easy to tell you're not worried about being clean anymore. You aren't sleepy, though you keep your eyes closed from being in this intimate proximity with Jungkook, you're in need of a climax. It's a shame that he's in a similar state as you, but if you're drunk to the point of asking your step-dad to touch you, it wouldn't be clever of him to ask you to return the favor.

Despite his clear lack of vision, Jungkook is a human anatomy professor and he finds your clit and squeezes it between two fingers easily, not to mention he's already experienced in the sex field. Your lips part into a whine and he opens his mouth to swallow your sounds as he slowly rubs your clit.

You lean into the—now labelled as—kiss needily, and he lowers his hand to poke at your entrance with his middle finger. He stupidly peeks an eye open to see if he's located it correctly, but your subtle thrust is approval enough. He cautiously shoves it inside your tightness and uses his palm to continue pleasuring your sensitive nub, grabbing your tit with his other hand to play with your nipple. 

"Oh God, hmmm," you moan against his lips and sloppily make out with him, smearing your slick saliva all over. He hums into you, unbothered by your raw affection as he thrusts his finger inside and pinches your nipple to get you to cum faster. He can't have you sobering up any time soon.

"Are you close, love?"

You murmur something in response, but it's not intelligible enough for him to understand, so he assumes you're at least getting somewhere. He quickens the pace of his thrusts, his palm against your clitoris; massages your boob more roughly and moves his mouth down to kiss your neck. As he's giving you a small love bite, your breathing turns into mere gasps with little broken moans. If he could, he would add a second finger to your pussy, but your clenching hole doesn't feel so ready when he curls his knuckle. 

You clutch onto his hair, chanting, "I'm gonna pee again, I'm gonna pee again…" 

"Try to hold it in, baby," he cuts in hoarsely without ceasing his movements. He does slow down when your legs start to shake and tremble, splashing the water as you do as he leaves calming pecks on your neck, collarbone, and a few on your lips. Not as a warning to lower your voice—your last moans are ones to savour—but to ride out your high. He has no idea if you did squirt in the tub, but he isn't going to take another shower to wash it down. He wants to feel it on his skin.

He can feel your pounding heartbeat under his hand as your body spasms and grinds on his erection. A moment of silence passes with your shaky inhales and exhales while he pets your hair. 

When he feels you calm down, he asks, "Do you feel clean now?"

"Bed."

"Alright," he whispers and kisses your cheek. Your eyes are closed and he predicts you'll be fainting soon, so he pulls the plug with ease and waits for the water to drain before pulling you up by your pits. It's a bit of a struggle because of your slippery wet skin, as well as the water weight on you, but manages to get you out and immediately throws you on the bed. He grabs a towel hanging on the bathroom door and dries you before himself.

Jungkook considers himself an honorable man most of the time, but he can't refrain from jerking off to your naked body while you doze off. Like he said, you won't remember a thing, so it'll be his little secret as he releases on your tits with a groan. He wipes off the evidence of his unorthodox actions, pecks you and your pretty little pussy before dressing you in your pajamas. 

He puts on his clothes and tucks you in before leaving your room with a quiet, "Good night, sweetheart."

All there's left to do is persuade you into doing this again while sober, because he didn't marry your wretched bitch of a mother after two months of meeting if not to have you all for himself. He doesn't mind letting you in on that one secret with time.