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✎ ℳ.𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

☾- Yandere, ✐ - ongoing, ✔️ - completed, ♡ - fluff, ∞ - angst.

𝓞𝓣7 𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓽𝓪𝓷

Fruits of my labour ✐ ☾ ♡ ∞

VIVE la RÉVOLUTION

𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓴𝓳𝓲𝓷

𝓨𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲

Sleeping with the enemy ✐ ☾ ♡ ∞

𝓗𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓸𝓴

𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷

𝓙𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷

Sacrifices ☾ ∞ ♡ ✔️

𝓣𝓪𝓮𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓴

Sacrifices ☾ ∞ ♡ ✔️

𝓕𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶.𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Fruits of my labour // chapter 3

“Eomma, you're squeezing too tight.” Douhyun moans, trying to release himself desperately from his mothers grasp.

“I am sorry baby but eomma needs to protect you.” You can't help yourself but to squeeze him tighter.

“It’s too tight, just a little looser please” Douhyun asks.

“Ok baby, I am sorry.” you let him go slightly but keep him close to you.

“Can you please be quiet? I'm trying to sleep.” Yerum moans grumpily.

“Do you miss him hyung?” Douhyun whispers, looking at his brother's back moving along with his breathing.

“Of course I do. Douhyun, what kind of question is that?” Yerums breathing speeds up. His tone shakes slightly. You could tell he was close to crying.

“We all do baby, that's why you're sleeping in eomma’s bed tonight, so you don't feel so alone.” You don't want to tell him the real reason why you're keeping him so close, that what happened to his brother could happen to him. You needed to keep your boys close to you, you werent gonna lose them as well.

You weren't going to sleep anyway, how could anyone sleep in the situation you were currently in?

“Taehyung, I see you’ve brought a guest. How’re you doing, little guy?” The man asks, smiling at the shy child who grabs his fathers coat and hides behind his back.

“Hyungsik, this is Hoseok, Hoseok is daddy’s husband. You know what that is?” Taehyung peeks at the little boy who looks up back at his father and nods.

“You know Jimin and Yoongi are not going to be happy about this don’t you?” Hoseok glances up at Tae before turning his attention back to Hyungsik who was still hiding behind the comfort of his father.

“To be honest, Hyung, that is the least of my worries, I need to get my little man to sleep. We've had quite the day haven't we son?”

“I had so much fun appa! I loved it so much.”

“I'll talk to Yoongi and Jimin in a bit, just let me put my son down for the night.” Taehyung practically pleads with his husband.

“Very well, but please don't let it be known that I knew about this. You know what it's like when those two get angry.” Hoseok jokes earning a light chuckle from Taehyung.

“You'll be in the room though, nevermind this little guy it's nearly Jinnie’s bedtime, you know the rules.”

“Once Jinnie is tired we are all tired.” The two men synchronise, ending their conversation with a peck on the lips, Taehyung and Hyungsik head off to put Hyungsik to bed.

“Appa?” Hyungsik’s small voice calls from under the sheets.

“What is it, my son?” Taehyung, who was just about to leave before his son called out for him, sat next to Hyungsik on the massive king sized bed.

“I really enjoyed today but shouldn't I be going home? Eomma will miss me otherwise.”

Taehyung nods thoughtfully at his son, Hyungsiks words pulling on his heart strings, but he can't bring himself to tell his son the truth, that his eomma couldn't look after him like his appa could. Taehyung had more money, and more time to make sure his son had everything he needed.

So he lied.

“Actually baby, eomma said you should stay with me for awhile, how does that sound?” Taehyung questions while stroking his son's hair.

“It sounds good appa,” Hyungsik says, yawning half way through his sentence.

“You get some rest my son, I promise there's another fun day ahead tomorrow.”

Just as Taehyung got up to leave, Hyungsik asked him another question.

“What about my hyungs? Why aren't they here spending time with us as well?”

Taehyung could have sworn he heard his heart shatter into 3 million pieces.

“Well son, if your brothers were here with us as well, eomma would be lonely right?” Taehyung treads carefully, he was unsure if what he was saying was the right thing to ease the little boy's curiosity.

“Yeah, you're right appa, goodnight appa. I love you”

And just like that, the 3 million pieces of his heart were back together again and Taehyung felt like he was walking on clouds.

Never before had he felt this type of euphoria. It came close when he married the loves of his life but not quite, this was stronger. The happiest he's ever been, he's sure of it.

“I love you too son, sleep tight. What would you like for breakfast in the morning?” Taehyung catches himself asking.

Hyungsik was half asleep, Taehyung wanted to laugh. If he didn't have the DNA results he would've thought he'd picked up Yoongi hyungs kid by mistake.

Taehyung turns to leave but before he does he hears a gentle “Bacon n’ eggs please appa.”

But even with his half asleep quiet voice,Taehyung heard. “Ok son, i'll ask Seokjin to make it the best ever for you.”

Taehyung didn't get a response after that.

He smiled at his son one last time before quietly shutting his door and heading to the top floor of the manor where his and his husbands bedroom was.

“Ahh there he is,” His oldest Hyung sighs in relief whilst checking his watch. “What took you so long? And where were you all day?” If Taehyung didn't know any better he'd say his older husband looked annoyed, but Taehyung did know better. Seokjin was teasing him. He loved to do that to all of them and none of them have ever complained. They love him too much to complain.

But nevertheless he was going to answer Seokjin’s question, it actually gave him a perfect opening. God, he loved his hyung so much.

“Haha very funny,” Taehyung played along, admittedly quite nervous for the reactions of the men in the room, but it was now or never.

“I was spending the day with Hyungsik.” Taehyung responds, waiting for a response from the room.

“Who's Hyungsik again? Is he that really hot bodyguard that keeps checking you out because I swear to god if it's him Kim Taehyung you're going to have a man's blood on your hands.” Jungkook seethed,

“Are you jealous Jungkookie?” Seokjin teases, the oldest teasing the youngest.

“No it's he who needs to be jealous after all, Taehyung is ours. Not some greasy ex trash man.”

“Anyways, would you like to continue Taehyung.” Namjoon says, putting down his book to glance at Taehyung. Once glance and Namjoon knew there was more.

“Hyungsik is my son.”

The room stared at him in silence for a few moments and then both Jimin and Yooongi started shouting at Taehyung.

“What do you mean you were spending time with your son!?” - Jimin

“We had a plan, remember Taehyung?!” - Yoongi

The two continue to yell for a few more seconds before Namjoon shushes them.

“You two need to calm down, although I agree with their sentiment. You knew this was important to them, Taehyung. Why would you go without them?”

Taehyung sighs before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“I'm really sorry and I know it was selfish but I couldn't stand the thought of my son out there without me being in his life. I am willing to do anything to make it up to you, I'll even sleep in the guest room and I'll rewrite the whole plan. But please, know that I am sorry but I did what needed to be done. You should've seen the state of the woman he was left with while his mother went out for ice cream. Your boys are safe for now I promise and they'll be safe until we go to collect them.”

“When will we collect them?” Hoseok asks

“Tonight.” says Jin, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.

“Yoongi, Jimin, you'll meet your sons tonight.”

Fruits of my labour // chapter 4

“Ma’am please have a seat.” a kind looking police officer motions to the chair opposite him.

“Thank you officer,” You replied before taking the seat he gestured to.

“Do you have any updates, officer?” You ask, your desperation not being to hide itself away.

“Unfortunately. Not much ma'am but we’ll keep trying and we will find your son” the officer bows politely. A look of sorrow in his eyes.

“thank you officer, please keep me updated” you say. Bowing politely before getting up to get Yerum and Douhyun from the officer waiting outside the room where you had just received the news of no updates on your little boy.

Choking back a sob as you had to face questions from your other sons.

“Come on boys, let's head home.” the pair of their heads snapped in your direction, a look of hope in their eyes, hope that you had to extinguish.

The kind police officer watched as you exited the building. Waiting for a second before picking up his phone.

“Hello sir, yes she's leaving now. We didn't say anything about the location of your son sir.”

“Very well done, you’ll surely be rewarded.”

“Thank you Mr Kim.”

“So what's the plan hyung?” Jimin asks, clearly eager.

“We will wait until the mother is asleep and then we will break into her apartment and take the boys.”

“Isn't that too risky?” Yoongi ponders

“There’s seven of us. She’d be easily outnumbered.”

“So we pry the boys out of her arms?”

“Exactly.”

Jimin bites his bottom lip, his heart pounding as the seven of them wait in the dark car outside the building where their sons lived with their mother.

The clock kept ticking away, they waited and waited until the time was right.

“Let’s go, now.”

The seven of them move swiftly, creeping in the dark as they move closer to their target.

“1,2,3 go” Namjoon waits by the door before signalling for the men around him to open the door.

Jungkook leans down by the door, hacking into the electrical lock.

After a total of 5 seconds the door beeped and the door was pushed open.

The men hold their guns securely in their hands, not intending to use them. But if worse came to worse then they would do what they had to.

The men survey the apartment, looking around.

“Ahh look how gross this place is, so small that there’s barely enough room to walk around and the carpet is coming up off of the floor.”

“I can’t believe that woman has raised our sons in this.” Jimin scoffs in disgust.

“Move forward” Namjoon motions with a flick of his middle and index fingers.

The seven of them continue to move around the apartment. Before coming to a door.

“This is it.” Hoseok nodded to the rest of the men.

“Let’s go then.”

Fruits of my labour // chapter 5

Yerum rubs his sore eyes as he rereads the textbook mandated by his school. He grumbles as Douhyun kicks his side. His brother had been kicking him every night since they started sleeping in the same bed as each other. In a way it was a relief. Sort of proof that he was still asleep next to him. Still next to him.

Yerum looked over to his mother, who was staring at the ceiling, still awake. He noted that she hadn't been sleeping lately. He couldn't blame her. Yerum knew that Douhyun was still too young to truly understand the situation at hand. That the police didn't know when or even if Hyungsik would be found. They couldn't explain that to Douhyun, not yet. Not until he's old enough.

Looking back down at his textbook he reread the citations on the diagram of a chicken's digestive tract. Yerum didn't quite know when or if he'd need this information but it was what was in his school's curriculum.

After reading for a little while he started to hear creaking, the creaking was accompanied by a strange feeling in his stomach, a gut feeling screaming danger was coming.

He closes the book and focuses all his attention on listening close to the sounds of the city apartment outside the bedroom door.

He heard the turning of the door handle and his heart started pounding against his chest.

The door continued to move and suddenly he was looking face to face with seven men.

He quickly moves back, trying to get away from the seven men who had just broken into his family’s home.

His mother had also heard the door opening and as she looked in the direction of the door, her eyes widened.

She quickly practically leaps up and grabs hold of Douhyun and Yerum who grips on to his mother. .

“Oh, how cute.” A man in a dark suit hums, peering at the family in front of him. Yerum’s gaze travelled from each of the men's faces to the guns they had gripped in their hands.

“Please, what do you want?” His mother stuttered, Yerum could feel the rapidly beating of her heart against his back. The terror in her voice only made Yerum even more scared. His mother had always found a way to hold it together. Even when they had to move to this cheaper apartment, even through all the times when they had struggled with money. She had always managed to stay calm for them.

Growing up and seeing his mother struggle was hard but in a way it was so inspirational to Yerum.

“We want what was rightfully ours in the first place.” One of the men spoke, his voice was soft and in itself a vast contrast to his appearance. His hands gripping his gun tightly.

“Hand over the children.” A man with tattooed arms motions to the two children who were nestled between the woman's arms.

“NO! Please I'll do anything, don't hurt my babies.” Y/n lets out a shaky breath. Trying to contain her tears.

“You seem to have misunderstood. We don't want to hurt your children. “ A serpent's voice fills the room.

“Then what do you want! Please don't hurt my little brother.” Yerum cries.

Jimin looks over at the boy's face and he struggles to not tear up. He could see the similarities between his son and himself.

“We don't want to hurt any of you, your mother needs to let go of you now. We’ll take you home.” A handsome but intimidating man says as he gestures to the two boys curled up in your arms.

“No, their home is here with me! You can't take my kids!”

“Why not, we already have your other son, what's his name? Hyungsik is it? He's with us now.”

Your heart raced and you gripped tighter to your children.

“WHy did you bastards take my baby?! He did nothing wrong.”

“Who said anything about him doing anything wrong? We took him because he's my son. You don't even remember me do you? We slept together and we had a baby. A baby I didn't know about because you never even tried to find me. Why shouldn't we inflict the same pain that you gave to us.”

Even though you were in shock you managed to mutter “us?”

“Yes, you seemed to enjoy your past wild nights so much that you had three children with three different men. What a coincidence it is that those three men are now married and happy alongside their other husbands.”

“Eomma?” Yerum questions.

“Please! Just leave us alone. Please just leave us alone.” You begged.

“No can do I am afraid, now hand over the children. Our children.”

“Please, don't take them away from me. I’m sorry, i'm so sorry”

“I think it's a little late for an apology don't you?”

“Please, I'll do anything. Just don't take my babies away from me.” tears start falling from your eyes.

“You're pretty confident for someone who’s face to face with seven men who are all holding guns.”

“My children are worth the risk.” you spit.

“That's it, I'm tired of waiting. Yoongi ", a man with an intricate dragon tattoo on his neck, nods to who you assume is Yoongi. Said man moves forward, his gun steady in his hands as he places the barrel against your head.

“Please don't do this,” You couldn't control the shaking in your voice.

“Please don't hurt my mother.” a new voice enters the room, the voice shaking with pure fear.

“No, it's ok baby. Shh shh” You try to calm Douhyun down but his lip quivers and tears start falling from his eyes.

“You may be my dad, but trust me if you do anything to my mother I will never forgive you! Who do you think you are? Maybe my mother was in the wrong but look at you now, threatening a woman's life in front of her sons. One of whom is only six!” Yerum shouts, looking directly into the eyes of the seven men in the room.

The man known as Yoongi, who was holding the gun to his mothers head, his hand wavers.

“So, if you take us, you'll have to take our mother too. I can promise you, as mad as you are at her it will be nothing compared to the pure rage i, we all will feel if something happens to our mother.” - Yerum

The men look at each other and slowly lower their guns.

“Get them in the car, all of them.”

Sleeping with the enemy || chapter 1

Sweat gathered on your body as you watched the flames flick away. Maybe it was the close proximity to the fire or it was the building blaze inside of you. Whatever it was, the lingering heat wasn't doing your sour mood any good.

You didn't know how long the burning red had been alive but you couldn't do anything but watch as your family's warehouse burned to the ground.

As the flames flicked away at the last standing structure of your family's livelihood a much angrier spark was beginning to burn.

Your family relied on this warehouse. It was what held most of your valuable materials such as drugs, weaponry and many other things. Your family profited off of selling the goods to underground syndicates. You were suppliers, or as you like to call yourselves, the backbone of the criminal underworld.

So without it your family's business would suffer greatly. It was true enough you had more warehouses to your disposal but without this one your family was at a huge loss. It was what was responsible for most of your profits.

Since the warehouse was in the city it didn't take long for a random pedestrian to notice the flames while he was on his late evening walk. It didn't take long for the engines of red to show up. You left the site with that spark of anger, now a fiery storm starting in your chest and filling up your whole body with a blazing rage.

If only you knew who did this, you'd make them pay.

—————— MYG—————-

"Another successful day for bangtan boys!" Jimin roars mightily. Rapidly raising his soju bottle high above his head as cheers ring out through the bar packed with Bangtan members.

"Let's get it!" Jungkook shouts from his seat where a busty blond was running her breasts against his arm. It really was a wonder how she didn't flinch at the volume of the man she was clearly trying to seduce. Not that she would succeed anyway. Yoongi didn't think Jungkook was into women.

A loud clanging rang out through the room, bringing everyone's attention to the man standing by the bar with a bottle filled with one of the most popular brands of beer in his hands.

"Woo! Namjoon Hyung speech! Speech!"Jungkook chugs more of his champagne.

"Yes thank you Jungkook, if you'd like to let me continue."

"Sorry hyung!" Jungkook shouts again, this time getting a wack in the back of his head, "Let him talk." Jin hisses quietly, a massive contrast to his youngest dongsaeng indeed.

"Congratulations to Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook for the blinding success in aiding the take down of L/N corp. Here's to them for a brilliant first strike."

Cheers of celebration ring out through the bar. The atmosphere was cheery and bright. Yoongi found it quite ironic really, the reasons for the mirth being the take down of another's livelihood. But Yoongi didn't linger on that thought. They won, they took down a pretty big supplier warehouse.

Maybe Yoongi found the whole celebration ironic but he could see why it was necessary.

Sure, bangtan was a big syndicate but you could never be too careful. Yoongi understood Namjoon's goal to take down the L/Ns. Especially when they had refused to give them weapons several times because they were already involved with the rivals of Bangtan. With the L/Ns refusal to aid Bangtan, they had to go. It was a spiteful thing really, but Bangtan were ok with being spiteful if they got their message across.

Don't mess with forces you can't control.

And Bangtan would never be controlled.

𝓢𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓶𝔂 𝓶.𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Chapter one

Requests are currently open for anyone

✎ RULES

• currently not writing smut

(That’s it, that’s the rule)

• ask me anything.

I was thinking of doing a fix series inspired by two sentence horror stories. Yandere of course.

Vive la révolution (teaser)

Min Yoongi was known to most as the king. The leader that quenched rebellions before they had the chance to begin. The leader that gave his people very little choice but to revere him. Leaving almost no one alive in his conquest for the power he'd always craved.

Yes to most, he was like every other ruler throughout history, hungry for the power and resources of the others around him. But it was never any need for concern because every other ruler was just like him weren't they? The people of Silla all thought so.

So why was there a small group of people who only thought of their king as deranged?

These people knew the truth, Min Yoongi was the mad king.

Hmm maybe yan!JK who is married to the reader and they live isolated, until a merchant convinces her to run away...

Warnings: jungkook looses his temper/ gets a little rough (it is an accident) , Jimin is the sweetest.

Living on the Red Valley ranch had been exciting at first, your husband made a lot of money but he was away a lot. It seemed that you never really got to speak to anyone other than the wide expanse of animals your husband had bought you to make up for the fact he's never home. That too was another thing that changed. The grandiose presents and knick knacks were not exciting anymore. 

Of course you appreciated how your husband was willing to go so far to make money for you but what was the cost? You barely saw the man you vowed to wake up to everyday. 

The ranch was of course gorgeous but you never knew what to do there, you felt like spending all that time alone in that big house was just pointless, especially if you had no one to talk to in your own home. 

You missed him, you really did. 

You really wanted to make something for him, you always wanted to show him how much you loved and appreciated him but you simply couldn't as you never knew when he'd come home. 

Sighing to yourself, you get ready to go out and tend to the cows and get the  chicken eggs. 

Red valley ranch was a picturesque and enchanting place nestled in the heart of the Joseon countryside.

Jungkook was one of the kingdom's fiercest knights. He would often travel to see the king for strategy meetings. Initially it had taken a while to convince the king of him living in the countryside but he had eventually agreed much to your delight at the time. 

You and your husband always wanted to live out in the countryside. However, with the way things were going, you wish you'd never left the city. At least if you had stayed you’d be able to see your husband every day. Sure it wouldn't be private or anything with you living in the place with your husband and the king and the rest of the knights and maids who worked under your majesty. But you'd have the man you love next to you every night. 

Jungkoook never wanted you to go with him on his trips back to the capitol, his excuse being that there could be bandits or thugs hanging around the dirt roads and you supposed he was right. That didn't mean you stopped trying to go with him though. It had caused a massive fight between the two of you a few months ago. It seemed that he was desperate to keep you in the house. 

Even when he was home you were never ever allowed past the merchant market down the street. Even then you rarely got to go alone. 

You loved how protective he was most of the time but sometimes you just felt caged. 

After collecting from the chickens and the cows you noticed you were running dangerously low on hay, which you blamed the horses for, and other foods for the animals. In fact you didn't have much yourself, just the milk and eggs you had collected a few minutes ago. 

You knew Jungkook would not be happy but you assumed he'd rather let you go out on your own then let you starve to death. 

You grabbed your basket and a few coins and headed down the road to the merchant marketplace. Many different  people came here to sell. It was a small community but not impoverished. This was because many of the people who lived here also worked for the king or the members of the royal court. This made the place ideal to merchants selling their trinkets. 

You would be very quick, you told yourself. 

The merchants' stalls and carts were surrounded by people from your small community. Everyone was excited to see if they could get anything of value from the merchants. 

Almost every stall was filled to the brim with excited customers. You weren't surprised though as it was sally like this, especially on nice days. 

Lining up by the merchant selling feed for animals. You looked around, noticing but one stall that had no people surrounding it. You would have guessed that the man running the stall had sold out. If he didn't look so defeated that is. 

You don't know what made you walk over there but you felt your legs moving on their own. 

“Hello, Sir?” You called out to him as he had his head buried in his hands. 

Upon hearing your voice the mysterious man jolts up and looks at you with a mix of shock, excitement and apprehension. There was always a chance you would walk the other way. 

“Hello ma'am, are you by any chance interested in any of these.” the man motions to the small table in front of him.  There lay a bunch of gorgeous hand crafted trinkets. 

“Oh my! These are the prettiest little decorations.” You marvel happily, smiling as you find a gorgeous sculpture of a horse made from a divine green rock, closely resembling emerald. 

“Jungkook would love this.” you smile. 

“I also have it in blue and black ma’am,” the man smiles nervously. As if he depended on you buying a small horse statue for him to survive. 

“Can I see it in black please?” you smile politely at the eager man. 

“Of course. Here you go.” he hands you the statue gently and you hold it firmly. “It's gorgeous, how much is it?”

He looked surprised for a second but then a bright smile took over his face.

“Thank you so much ma'am!” he bows with a big pleased grin on his face. “It's uhh three coins”

“Such craftsmanship like this deserves five coins. Please accept.” you hand the man five shiny golden coins. 

“Please ma'am i'm so grateful but it's too much!” the man offers you the two coins back. 

“No no, I can assure you I'm fine without the coins.” You offer the man a bright smile and as you turn to walk away you hear “Wait! Ma’am at least let me give you this horse as well” you turn around to see the man behind you holding a smaller version of the statue you had just bought in his palms. “It feels wrong taking your money without offering you this ma’am”.

You were slightly taken aback by the man's stunning moral standing. He really wasn't going to let you leave without you accepting his gift was he?

“Ok then.” you smile at him and his reaction to your agreement. He seemed relieved. 

“I'll be sure to come by again!” you call. 

And you did come by again. In fact while Jungkook was away you went out to the market every couple of days and always found the time to visit the sweet man who had given you such beautiful ornaments for your home. 

You of course spent some more money on his beautiful carvings. You were receiving money from the capital from your husband. You assumed he wouldn't mind as many of the carvings you had bought were for your husband. He'd always loved the carvings at the palace so you smile at the thought of surprising him with some of his own.  

The man, whose name you'd learned was Jimin, was so sweet. The two of you had had a few conversations with each other.  He went out of his way to show you how grateful he was. In fact around half of your collection was given to you for free out of the goodness of his heart. Which you really appreciated. 

You’d gone to Jimin's stall three times and ended up with six different ornaments. 

You’d kept your conversations pretty cordial. Other than the quick conversations you didn't know much about each other. But you felt he could be a good friend.

In fact you were planning on going to the market today. You had your basket ready and everything, you were planning to get some seeds for your small flower garden. And you were planning to see if Jimin had any new pieces in his collection. 

That was the plan anyway, with your basket on the table you pull some muffins out of the oven. You fancied something very sweet. 

“Smells delicious baby.” A deep voice calls out from behind you. 

You almost dropped the tray in shock. “Yeobo!” you yelled excitedly 

Carefully placing the tray down you then rush over and throw yourself into your husband's arms. 

“Where are you going so dressed up?” he licks his upper lip as he looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, not really making an effort to mask his confusion. 

“Oh umm, I was just going to quickly run to the market to get some flower seeds.”

He sighs “honey, what did I tell you about going to the market without me? Anything could happen to a gorgeous girl like you. And I can't have that, I love you too much to see you hurt over some dumb mistake.”

“Im sorry,” you feel guilty, the look he was giving you was radiating sadness and worry. 

“I just need you to be safe, you know that's why we moved here.” Jungkook said, this time he sounded more stern. 

“I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I have been a few times the past few days and nothing bad has happened to me yet.” at your revelation Jungkook just shakes his head. “You're not gonna be happy until you're dead, isn't that right.” 

“You're not allowed to leave this house! Do you understand? I don't know what I'd ever do if something bad happened to you.”

“Jungkook, that's not fair and you know it.” you whisper. Feeling increasingly upset at the way your husband was looking at you.

“You knew the rules Y/n. I'm not gonna talk about this anymore. Go upstairs”

“I really wanted to get some flower seeds though.” She knew she was walking on a very thin line. 

“Y/n, I'm warning you. Go upstairs, I'll be up to see you in a minute.” 

“Oh ok,” not wanting to make your husband even more upset, you did as he asked. 

“Good girl,” he calls after you. 

You really didn't expect this to happen, you were so excited for him to come home. Could you even give him his gifts now?

Sitting on the bed you shared with the man you married you waited for him to come upstairs. 

“The cake was good,” you heard him behind you. 

“I was craving something sweet.” you whispered. 

He hums. 

“You know, I didn't want to yell. But I need you safe.” He rubs your shoulders.

“It was only down the street. I was so careful too.”

“It doesn't matter Y/n. You know I don't like it when you go out alone.”

“I'm sorry.” 

“Just don't do it again. You wanted some flower seeds huh?”

“Yes.”

“Come then, let's go.” he grabs your hand and pulls you down the stairs to the front door. 

“Really?” you ask excitedly. 

“I'm here to protect you now.” Jungkook grips your hand tightly. 

Jungkook took you to the market. You went around a few stalls. You ended up getting a variety of beautiful flower seeds. 

Jimin didn't seem to be here today, you noted. His stall wasn’t there. It was a shame, you wanted to see if he had anything new. 

“Happy now?” Jungkook asked as he held your hand tightly as you walked through the market together.

“So happy.” you nod. 

“That's good. I hope you know that you have to give me a little something for how generous I am.”

“Oh I have just the thing.” you smile. This was the perfect window to give him the gifts you’d bought him you thought. 

“Hmm I've missed you.” Jungkook stops and you look into his eyes.

“Why do I have a feeling that you mean something different than I do?” you muse. 

“Give me a break. I haven't seen you in three weeks. Do you know what that can do to a man? Especially when he knows he has such a gorgeous woman waiting for him at home.” 

“Jungkook, we're in public. It's improper to talk about such things.” 

“Then let's go home to the bedroom and talk about them there.” He whispers, his voice sultry. 

Jungkook wasn't joking. As soon as you entered your bedroom he was pulling your dress off of you. 

“You know i have to go back soon right?”

“ I know,” you say sadly. “How soon?”

“Two days.” he says in between kisses. 

“Jesus Jungkook, why'd you even bother coming home?” you push him away slightly 

“Y/n.” Jungkook says disappointed. 

“No, Jungkook, it's really not fair, why don't you understand? I need you here, not at the castle. You're my husband and I never get to see you, don't you get how that’s affecting me? I'm so damn lonely here without you and when you are here you don't stay for long before you're off again.”

“I do it so we can afford nice things Y/n.” 

“I don’t need nice things for fuck sake! I need you!” You scream, all the anger and stress you've been experiencing with your beloved by your side was affecting you in such a negative way. 

“But you're not here. You’re never fucking here!” Suddenly tears were rushing down your cheeks like they were a part of a stream passing over the rocky earth.

___

You stare off into the distance of the ranch. Jungkook was gone again. He'd spent the majority of those two days ignoring you. Doing something you never thought he'd ever do to you. 

Thinking about it makes you feel so upset. 

The man you loved was so mean to you. Why did it have to be you?

You thought that he understood you. 

You knew you needed to take your mind off of what had happened but you simply don't know how you'd get past this. 

“Right the cows need more water you mumble to yourself “and the chickens need more seeds.” 

You were determined to busy yourself to make the sting the tiniest bit less noticeable. 

“The market.” you mumble “ I should go to the market.” 

Pushing down the pain you felt wasn't going to do anything you knew that. But you didn't want to deal with how you felt at that moment, not now. Perhaps not ever. 

Stumbling around through the market as if you were almost lifeless caught the attention of most of the people there. A lot of them were posh snobs who turned their nose up at you as you walked along the stony pathway. 

You only got this treatment cause you were not born into nobility like many of these women. You just married one of the highest ranking knights in the land. Which was evidently not enough for these women who were born to counts and lords. 

Wandering around the market trying to fight back tears was challenging. But you eventually managed to push all those emotions down when you saw Jimin's stall. And it was packed. 

You were so happy for him, it was obvious to anyone that had been struggling with his business and it seems to have taken off, you noted.  

“Thank you so much everyone but we have sold out for today, i promise ill be back tomorrow with even more complex ornaments for you and your homes.” he calls out to the crowd surrounding his stall nervously. 

As the crowd disperses you decide to go say hello to the man. 

“Ahhh ma’am. I'm sorry but I am sold out at the moment” he smiles at you nervously. Like you were going to cut his head off because he had run out of stock. You honestly couldn't care less. In fact you were happy to see him doing so well.  

“That's ok, I just came to congratulate you. Your designs deserve the appreciation they are getting.”  

“Thank you so much ma'am.” he bows profusely. 

“You don't have to call me ma'am you know? I'm not above you or anything.”

“I call you ma'am because I respect you and because I am so thankful. Without your coins I probably wouldn't have survived the approaching winter, but now at least I have a chance. Even if it's only a small chance I'm still eternally grateful maam." Jimin explains. 

“Come on, I know your name. Let me tell you my real one.” you suggest

“Only if you're sure ma'am.” he says and you roll your eyes. 

“My name is Y/n, Jeon Y/n.” 

“Well in that case it's so great to meet you miss Jeon.” he smiles politely at you. 

“Jimin,” you whine. 

“Ok, Y/n? did your husband like your gifts.” he asks and even though he meant no harm by it you really wanted to just turn on your heel to stop yourself from crying.

“Umm actually i never had the chance to give him them. He was uhh too preoccupied with work… and things.”

“Oh well I'm sorry, that's a shame to hear.” Jimin smiles at you still, it was a cute dumb smile. He was so nice, but would he be as nice if he knew everything that was going on.

Deciding you don't want him to find out you quickly think of something else to say. “ Would you like to come over for dinner? Or at least a thank you cupcake?”

“To uhh say thank you for all the freebies.” You don't know why you offered such a thing, but your mouth started moving before you knew what you were saying. 

Standing there thinking it over for a second you realise it really can't be that bad of an idea. The man was harmless.

“Uhh only if you’re sure. I'd be honoured to.”

___

Dinner with Jimin was quiet but it was still overwhelmingly polite. It seemed as though Jimin was stunned by the charming ranch you lived on with all the animals your husband had bought you. 

When dinner was finished Jimin bowed to you to show that he was thankful for the meal. You offer for him to take some home and after a few moments of quick consideration he smiles and says “Yes please!” 

Not to lie but you were awfully charmed by Jimin's excitement. He reacted like that, for something you had made. 

It was a huge confidence boost. Especially to see him so eager to get the wrapped up dish from your hands. 

“Thank you so much Mrs jeon!” it seemed he didn't even notice that he had used your title instead of your name again. 

“Do I owe you anything?” Jimin asks as he approaches the entrance of the house.

You shake your head “nothing at all, this one's all on me. Although maybe you could perhaps teach me how to make such darling decorations some time.”

“I'd be honoured. When are you free?”

“Whenever you want me to be.”

“How about tomorrow? Noon?”

“Works for me,” you smile as you wave him off. 

Listening to his humming as he left fired up a small sense of joy in your heart. 

You always did love learning something new. 

___

“So you need to hold the scalpel tightly. We do not want you to hurt yourself do we?”

“Like this?” you ask

“That’s perfect.”

“What now?”

“Let yourself be free. Let your hands lead you.”

You pull your sleeves up. Not really aware that you were showing off one of the parts of you you were most self conscious about.

“What's that bruise?” you freeze, slowly looking up to see him looking at you confused and was that concern you saw in his eyes?

“Oh uh.” you didn't know what to say, you weren't going to tell him your husband had been a bit too rough with you. That was just going down the rabbit hole. 

“I bumped into my kitchen counter this morning.” You mumble. He shoots you a  look. A look that says he didn't believe you. You couldn't blame him. You don't think you’d believe yourself if you were him.

“I don't believe you.” he decides after a few seconds.

Panic sweeps over you. “Why not?” you cant even look at him. 

“That. you can’t even look at me.” 

“It's nothing.” you protest.

“Is he hurting you?” Jimin continues

“What? No! Hes - hes not.” 

“Then why can't you look at me?” he pushes 

“Why are you avoiding looking into my eyes now? After I asked about your husband.” 

You felt something get caught in your throat. Your sobs. 

“You can tell me. You don't deserve a man like that.” 

That was it, it broke the damn. 

Choking on your sobs in front of this practical stranger was not how you thought learning about how to sculpt would go. 

But why should it be any different from your life? 

“If he's hurting you, you need to leave him Y/n.” 

He called you by your name?

“I can't. He wont like that,” 

“Why should that matter? What about you?”

“I wouldn't know how to do any work to get any money, i'd starve to death come winter time.”

“Then, come with me.” 

“Run away with me”

VIVE LA RÉVOLUTION

Chapter 1: the beginning.

‘Many many years ago’

That's how most stories start, right? Stories that entail a damsel in distress unable to do as much as defend herself, or would be so ditsy as to leave her magical shoe behind.

Yes ‘many many years ago’ is used to tell stories, these olden folk tales. Stories that are told to make village daughters work for their happily ever after. A happily ever after in which all likelihood would never come to them. Would never arrive on the common girls doorsteps like they so desperately desired.

These are all they are, tales and stories promising a better future that would never come.

~~~~~~~~

Another day rises over the mor. The soft light awakens the village's inhabitants.

A tired sigh leaves your lips as you are one of the first to rise on this new day.

A dull ache remains at the bottom of your back from the injury acquired days ago, where you had slipped over a glistening wet rock on the way back uphill from the town market, on your way back to your workhouse.

The red lion workhouse.

Far from the life you'd heard and even imagined as a child hearing the stories of lower class peasants like you, as you were often called by nobles passing through the shacks and muddy barren fields. The peasants in the stories were able to leave their station with their gentry and noble husbands. A glint in their eyes as they walked towards their new life with their husbands. A ring on their finger and a life in the lap of luxury secured.

Time.

Time had been the one to slap that dream out of your head. The cruelest reality of all, indeed. The one where you realized that no prince on a white stallion would come riding up the mountains for you.

Any hope of that happening died that day, 15 years ago.

The moment the king's soldiers, the knights came to town.

They had stormed into your small village where your family lived. They came marching towards your shack, dragged your parents out of bed and mutilated them where they stood while they made you, their child watch on in horror as they were tortured and finally being thrown into the blazing flame that ate away at your home where you'd all lived.

Your tiny body held back despite the struggle against the stoney like hold of the royal pests holding onto you.

You screamed out for your parents to come back to you from the fire.

You were found in front of your burnt down home after the knights had ridden off into the dark distance.

Madam Rouge, the village wealthiest resident, was the one to find you after the tragic events of that night. Scandalous red lipstick painting her lips, the torch in her hands highlighted the gleam in her eager eyes, eyes eager to help.

She dragged you back to the red lion that night.

Her kindness was what kept you alive, but you were too young, too young and naive to realize her kindness came with a price.

Yes, that was something you soon learned. Everything came with a price.

Madam Rouge's greatest pleasure in life was dolling her girls up as if the young peasants were royalty.

You were a particular victim of this. Often being pulled away from the other girls working.

Madam rouge may have been many things, but cruel to the ones she took in was not one of them.

She was firm but fair.

She gave you and many other girls homes through the years. Food and water being given to you when you could've been lying dead in the streets.

The girls, of course, had to work for what they had. And you worked the hardest, so happy to be alive. To be given a chance to have a family again.

But of course with every good thing comes a bad, many of the girls found it unfair. These girls were Madam Rouge's least favorite girls.

Spoiled, entitled and quite frankly, dull.

Of course a woman of her refined elegance would not take kindly to such behaviors.

The morning sun poking through the windows with the worn wooden frames. This was truly a sight accustomed to you by now, a surefire way to know it was time for the workday to start.

Getting up before the rest of the girls had become pure routine by this point. It was something you'd always prided yourself on ever since you first came to the red lion workhouse, your work ethic outshined any others in the shared house of labour.

There was something about the way madam red looked at you when you did the job better than everyone else.

Pride. A pride strongly glistening in her dark brown eyes.

If such a thing was possible you'd even describe her gaze as shining. A genuine pride that she held for you made you feel worthwhile, it almost felt motherly.

Almost.

You knew she could never ever be your mother, and she didn't try to be but that didn't stop you from reaching for her highest praises. They were the closest thing you'd experienced to parental pride for 13 years.

The closest you'd have for the rest of your life.

Getting ready for another tiresome workday was as tantalisingly mundane, as usual. Throwing your H/L H/C hair up into a scruffy loose ponytail. The birds continued singing, the cows kept mooing.

Walking down the olden wooden steps that were practically breaking apart. First thing on the agenda today was to help feed the rest of the girls in the mess hall.

It seemed as if fate had other plans as you were distracted from your path to the kitchens by the mistress of the red lion herself. Lady Rouge, much preferring her former title of madam, but was still three times the lady compared to most snobby nobles.

“Y/N i thought that was you? Come sit with us for a moment dear, you deserve the break. A proper lady like you should never have calluses.”

That was something that had always confused you greatly. You were going to get calluses working in a workhouse, but Madam Rouge seemed to believe that you were the only one above working hard enough for calluses. You were also the only one she ever called a lady, you'd never thought to question why. It must be because you were the youngest girl she'd ever brought into the red lion. She still sees you as the baby she had taken in.

She sat there with her posture perfectly poised, sipping a sweet smelling tea from a delicately painted teacup. She was adorning her usual attire with her hat placed splendidly on the solid oak coffee table.

Sitting opposite her was a face you had not seen for almost a year and a half. A woman wearing a navy blue hanbok. Her outfit was sophisticated for the village, but you doubted that nobles from the capital would ever even set their eyes on the scruffy silk patterns embedded on the course material. The brunette smiled, her hands caressing her large stomach.

“Oh my! Congratulations” you smiled brightly, truly elated at the sight of one of the older girls from the house doing so well. Sylvia smiles, her eyes creasing in the corners as she takes a sip of an equally sweet smelling tea.

“Oh well it's a lot of work but it's worth it to raise a future knight.” Sylvia says excitedly but her excitement makes you pause.

“A knight?” you couldn't help but ask incredulously.

Sylvia's eyelashes fluttered as her gaze fell to you and her smile dissipated.

“Yes, a knight, my little boy is already so strong.” she said with a certain look in her eye and the way she spoke had an edge, a colder, more stern edge than before.

“Boy?” you asked again, a little confused as to how she was so sure of her baby's sex.

Sylvia's eye twitches as she forces an almost unbearably noticeable smile on her pale pink lips. “Yes, a boy. I would never dishonour my husband, the man who gives me such a good life by giving him a girl.” her eyes look down at you as if you had killed her unborn child. Her eyes were filled with something akin to pure hatred.

Madam Rouge smiles as if not noticing the newly tense atmosphere in the workhouse common room. “I knew you'd bring honour to the red household” Lady Rouge smiled brightly as if all the village's problems had just been solved.

You’d stopped paying attention by this point, too entranced by something that Sylvia had said earlier.

Many thoughts swirled around your head at once. But the one most prominent was the one screaming at you to take this woman's baby from her as she clearly had no regard for anyone other than herself and ‘honour’.

Of course you knew you couldn't really take her baby away, but it hurt your heart to know of the future that this child will be forced into. Never feeling enough unless he becomes a knight and brings his mother honour.

“You'd really wish for your son to become a knight? Even after the royal platoon burned our homes to the ground?” You were unable to keep your tongue to yourself it seems as the words that spill out of you cause a huge sense of panic at the realisation that you’d voiced your thoughts. The question was asked sharply, something whic clearly bothered the mother to be.

“Y/N, they burned your home to the ground, not mine. My son will do as I say and you will keep yourself out of my business because you are pathetic. You hold onto hatred of the people who govern us. They give us everything an youre still not grateful? . Spoiled brat, even after your parents died you had everything handed to you. Didn't have to do anything but be as pathetic as you are to become madams favourite." There was a sick enjoyment in her eyes as she spluttered off her filth.

A deep ashamed feeling creeps into your stomach as you mutter a quiet apology.

“That's right, respect your betters. I worked for everything I have. You're just a sad little girl whose parents died and so madam pitties you because of your losses. If I want my son to bring honour to his family, he will do as I say.” Sylvia felt a sick sense of pride seeing the tears gather in your waterline.

Madam rouges face, once painted with a pleased smile, turns to solid stone as she watches the exchange between her favourite and a former girl of hers.

“My son will even bring honour to you, everyone in this rat infested squalor in fact.” Sylvia sneers.

You thought that out of everyone that Sylvias would be the most likely to understand her stance and the horrid resentment that you held towards the royal knights. Sylvia's story was perhaps more harrowing than your own so you simply couldn't understand why she was jumping so gallantly to the knights defence.

“That's enough Y/N, go and get some eggs from the chickens and some milk.” Madam Rouge raises her voice bitterly, even as she spoke to you, her fiery gaze was trapped on Sylvia. “And Sylvia,”

The brunette perks up, foolishly expecting to be praised.

“I’d not speak of honour while you force your own desired future on your unborn baby, a future in which he's with people who slaughtered your whole family.” Both you and sylvia became silent at madam Rouges outburst. Her breathing now gone ragged.

“This is not how I raised either of you. Start behaving like the proper ladies I've raised. Sylvia id like to have a word with you before you go. Y/N you'll need not stay here or help to cook this morning, go and gather ingredients from outside." Madam Rouge huffs.

“Yes madam.” Y/N curtsies apologetically, before rushing to go to the chicken coop and cow pen.

The room suddenly becomes eerily silent. Madam rouge looks at Sylvia with her sharp cold eyes. Sylvia shivers as madam Rouges cold demeanour becomes altogether something much darker.

“She was always your favourite” Sylvia starts, wildly off put by Madam Rouge's new frightening demeanour, Sylvia couldn't describe it. But she felt unsafe in the presence of the sole woman who raised her, a feeling that she didn't like.

Madam Rouge goes to speak but she never gets the opportunity as she is barraged with Sylvia's sudden emotion.

“Don't deny it.” there's a long period of silence,

“If I've ever treated that girl differently it's because she's deserved it.” Rouge defends.

Sylvia's resolve cracks and she utters a quiet and croaky “why? What makes her different from me or any of the other girls that've been here over the years?” Sylvia indeed felt threatened.

Madam Rouge stands firm. “Have a safe trip home little one.” she says, already turned around, prepared to walk away.

“It's always been the same! Why her! I worked hard too! I lost my family too!”

Madam rouge stops. A manic smile paints her blood red lips as she turns around, launching her sharp cruel words like a bullet.

“She's simply more beautiful than you my darling. Always has been and always will be. Do you even know what a pretty penny she'd fetch in the world of nobles looking for sluts to add to their expensive collections? You'd never be worth a sixteenth of her price.”

Sylvia stares with an unplaced hurt.

“But my dowry-” she begins to argue

“Your dowry was nothing but a cruel joke. Alas I knew it was the best offer you were going to get. You are not the prettiest girl like you believe yourself to be.” Madam Rouge retorts, un bothered as she picks at her pristine nails.

Sylvia could only nod as she fought back tears. She took a deep breath and then left quickly out of the red lion workhouse and into her chief husband's carriage that awaited her. Ready and eager to take her back down the steep hill on which the red lion was situated.

Madam Rouges expression returns to peace.

VIVE LA RÉVOLUTION

Chapter 1 - the beginning

This was really good!

🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ LOOK MY WAY | kim seokjin (m)(r)

୨ৎ synopsis: He had noticed the lack of love in the moral world. Conflicted, he traveled to the moral world to figure out the problem in which he was only left with disappointment and no answers. Out of self-punishment, he goes by the name Seokjin and stays in the human world where he produces a perfume company in hopes of restoring love. However, he can't help but notice how his heart beats faster for an employee, and maybe, he can understand why there is a lack of love.

⋆.˚ genre: greek god x mortal au, non-idol au, modern history au, love at first sight, lovesick Seokjin, angst, sexual tension, semi-smut

⋆.˚ disclaimer. This story won't contain accurate greek mythology, Jin talks to Aprhodite (his mama in this story), lovesick jin, bow and arrow, Jin gets desperate and almost shoots the reader, kisses, angst, Jin experiences heart-break, sexual tension, semi-smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), mini breeding kink if you squint, , english is not my first lenguage, if i missed anything let me know!

⋆.˚ a/note. I want to make a part two for this, but I am not sure, please let me know if you guys are interested! also, i was in a bit of a rush :c it's midterm season. I hope you all enjoy, like, comment and reblog! love yous!

|| masterlist || entry || part ii (maybe)?

Eros has seen the world grow. Bloom into the most curious society. What was once a life with no buildings that touched the sky, or with cement roads, Eros had grown to adapt.

The adaptation wasn't any of his concern, no, his worries and strengths lay in the relationship and love of the morals, which, throughout time has grown bitter. His concern didn't lie in the many lights the cities populated, or the noises the cars and bars created, but in the fact that no one believed in true love. 

Unsatisfied, Eros brought himself into the mortal realm, wanting to explore, to study, to understand and hopefully, redeem love. Yet, each time, he was left disappointed. There would be cases in which he was able to use his bow and arrow, creating a wonderful match. And there would be times where those relationships failed, why? He didn’t understand, was he failing as the god of love? Was cupid not important anymore? As self punishment, he decided to stay in the mortal realm in hopes of redeeming himself. 

He went by the name Seokjin, unable to use his given name. With his godly powers and influence, in the mortal realm, he lives a life of luxury, just like back in his immortal realm. His beauty was outstanding thanks to his mothers genes, the humans loved him. And during his time in the mortal realm, Madan flourished, a Perfume company. One in which he believed would bring love, humans loved the scent of perfume, right? 

And that’s where the gods had brought you. In front of a bridge building whose architecture resabled the building in ancient greece. The summer sun warmed your golden skin, the fresh wind blew your dark hair, as if nature was welcoming you into your home. Each step you took into the building caused your gut to yell, telling you, warning you, yet just like every warning, you brushed it away. 

You weren’t a model, you weren’t an influencer, heck, you weren’t a fashion icon. But the woman whose eyes landed on you sure were. It causes you to feel smaller, uglier. Could it have been their fair skin, their shiny hair or their style? You didn’t know, but you knew your appearance wasn’t welcomed. 

The moment you took the elevator to the 5th floor where your Marketing office would be at, your breath was knocked south out of you. You choked back a gasp, it smelled good. Too good. You felt a headache rising to your temples and dizziness. You wanted to take a deep breath, but it was impossible with the amount of goodness scent. 

“Are you alright?” the voice of the god spoke, you opened your eyes and tilted your head up. Glazing into some beautiful brown eyes, so beautiful, yet so sad, ‘Yes, just.. Headache.” You muttered, your eyes leaving him, “which floor?” You cleared your throat, “5.”

Jin never intended to lose control. No, he never wanted to. But he was losing his sanity, his will, and most importantly, himself. He never liked the idea of forced love, or love magic or anything that had to do with poisons. But his fingers would tingle at the idea that maybe, that was the solution. 

He stayed all day in his elegant office, high off the many scents; chocolate, vanilla, roses, cinnamon, anything that could bring the sense of desire. During his time on the mortal realm, he noticed the human’s like of smell, bringing an idea that if he produced the right scent, it could make one fall in love. It wasn’t exactly a love potion, no. Not at all, in fact, he wanted to resolve this without his bow and arrow, without his gift, because maybe it was time not to force love?

The meeting room was dark compared to the rest of the company building, it made you feel as if you were taking part in some evil plan when in fact you were meeting the CEO and discussing Marketing aspects with the team. Yet, your gut kept telling you that it wasn’t right. 

You turned your tablet on and started taking notes, drawing small doodles of the illustrations and predictions for the Spring edition collection, “No, I want something to last.” Your ears perked up as you turned your head to the chairman. Everyone in the room is doing the same. He rubbed his forehead with two of his fingers, “I don’t want to repeat fragrances, I want it to last.” 

The presenter licked their lips and uncomfortably shifted from where they stood, “Oh well.. I..” They stuttered, their eyes dancing around the many faces in the room, “We.. We can try oils instead of perfumes?” You muttered out, unsure. 

The chairman’s eyes landed on you, causing you to flinch. You pressed your lips into a thin line and cursed yourself as you noticed his expression change, “or maybe not..” you whispered. “What’s your name?” you lost your job. Is what would have happened if Jin didn’t appreciate your idea. 

“y/n, y/n l/n. I’m new in the Marketing team.” You introduced yourself. Jin only stared at you, letting out a breathy chuckle, “Welcome to the team, y/n. I would like to hear more about those oils.” You thanked the gods above for sending Jin as your boss.  

You didn't know if Jin made your life easier or harder. On one hand, he knows what he wants, he has a goal. On the other hand, he doesn't know what he wants, or, in other words, how to deliver that goal. You've been working carefully with Jin and the fragrance team to come up with a new scent. One that lasts like Jin wanted.

"No, I want the smell to attract, to.. I don't know.." Jin threw his hands up in defeat before dropping them back down, slapping the sides of his leg, "attract desire on people."

"So.. lust?" You question as you took notes on your tablet. Three months. Three freaking months is what took you to be Jin's right hand in this project. Three fucking months to be his assistant. Jin's neck snaped towards you and you were sure you heard it crack.

"I don't do lust," Jin hissed, "I do love, passion." He sighed. You nodded at his words, tapping your apple pen on your tablet, "But.. these notes.. they point to lust.."

"What.." Jin breathed, feeling too tired, too stressed. "How can anyone think about falling in love, when they're so tempted by lust?" you asked, taking a breath before continuing, "Love isn't something that can be forced or attracted by a simple trait. There's supposed to be chemistry.. affection? not desire.. or want, but longing." You explained.

Jin let out a breathy laugh. His hands resting on his hips as he turned around. His laughed turned into a sarcastic one, sending you into freeze mode. He looked desperate, mad even, “I can’t keep falling.” he uttered out, his head hanging low, “you’re not failing, sir..” Jin only laughed, shaking his head. “You’re only saying that because I am your boss.”

You shook your head, setting your coat and tablet down, “No, I mean it. You’re so talented and splendid, you have a gift, sir.” Jin almost snored at your comment. He had a gift alright, but even with his gift, he was a failure. Or maybe his gift had run out. “No, I have no gift.” 

You frowned, “I have no fucking gift. If I did, I wouldn’t be stuck here. I wouldn’t be working on perfumes that help people recognize love and desire, I wouldn’t be standing here, being explained what love is, when it's supposed to be my thing.. I would be back home.. I'm a joke.”

You pitied the man in front of you. He must have had a rough life, you believed. One in which he had to live up to accomplishments, to success. Just like you felt at times. You sighed, “If it’s alright..” you took a step closer to the man, his gaze lifting from the floor to your eyes, “can I give you a hug?” 

“A hug?” puzzled, Jin frowned. You nodded, getting closer and softly wrapping your arms around him. He tensed at your touch, he was never touched this way before, or touched at all, in fact. “It’s okay, Jin.” You whispered softly. Your voice comes to him in comfort, “Success takes time, no one is perfect.” But he’s supposed to. Jin softly gave into the embrace, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder. 

Jin never intended to lose himself, but he was going insane. Among all scents and perfumes he's worked on, none of them matched with yours. Because as he hugged you, his arms tightening around your waist, nose digging into the crook of your neck, he felt his heart flutter. You didn’t only smell like coconut with a mixture of vanilla, you didn’t only smell like cinnamon and caramel, you didn’t only smell like fresh laundry and lavender, but you smelt of comfort and hope. 

Your embrace loosed the moment you felt Jin tremble on top of you. The smile you had on your face completely gone as you tried pulling away from him. His arms held you in place, pulling you back into the hug as he let out a sniff, his voice weak and heavy, “Let’s stay like this.. Just for a little.” And you accepted it. 

You found Jin to be a very interesting person. He had strange tastes, or just simply didn't care. If anything, he didn't have any boundaries. He acted like he ruled the world, and honestly, if you had that amount of money, you would too.

Jin had smoothly and noticeably made it a habit to take you to his home, his house to practice give him some therapy. Oddly, enough, it didn't feel like therapy sessions.

"Maybe, I ain't cut up for this.." Jin muttered, his fingers resting on his lip. It's been around two months since that intimate hug, and ever since then, Jin had gotten.. well, he clung onto you.

You hesitantly reached, placing your hand on his back before rubbing it softly. It'll become sort of like a habit for you to comfort him. You didn't mind. You wanted to help. He lifted his head, looking at you, "you're more capable than you think, Jin."

You smiled softly, causing Jin's heart to flatter once more. What did you have to cause his heart to beat like crazy? Taking a breath which got caught, he scanned your features, falling into a spell, "..y/n."

You couldn't understand the strange tension in Jin's eyes whenever you were too close to him, touching him even. Words of comfort always caused Jin to look at you with such intimacy. Something you never got to experience in other relationships. Jin brought his body closer, nose almost touching before you realized, waking up from an enchantment.

"I..uh.. sorry, I'll head out.." you stuttered out, making your way towards the door. Each step you took made Jin's heart pound louder in his ears. How was he to tell you that he liked you? He liked you perhaps a little too much.

Jin followed behind, his thought train speeding through his mind. Without hesitation, He extended his arm, recreating holding his bow and that's when he felt it. Love can't be forced.

His heart dropped as he shook his head, running to you, "I'm sorry, y/n.. please.." You said softly but loud enough for you to hear.

Jin held your wrist, stopping you from taking a step. You turned towards him, avoiding eye contact, “Y/n..” his voice came out as a faint whisper, as if he was trying to reach for you. Your eyes betrayed you, slowly lifting their gaze to meet Jin’s and you silently cursed whoever made the man in front of you. His eyes enchanted you, hypnotized you even. His soft plump lips tilted into a small smile, leaning his face closer to you and your eyes took a quick glance at his lips before lifting them up to meet his eyes. 

His fingers lightly held your chin, making sure to keep your head in place, not wanting you to leave his gaze, “Stay with me..” the words left his mouth, putting you into a spell in which you couldn’t escape, “please?”

You swallowed, but you nodded. Jin only let out a small breath as he grinded, his other hand coming to hold and wrap around your waist before he leaned closer. Both your nose brushed against each other, and of course you let out a faint whine. Jin’s thumb brushed your bottom lip, causing a small shiver to run down your spine at the warmth, “you’re so.. Enchanting..”

Your eyes looked down at his lips and as if answering your silent question he pressed his lips against yours. Both your lips chasing after each other in a deeper kiss. Your arms flew to wrap around his neck, locking him into the kiss in which he didn’t complain. His touches were ghostly against your skin, afraid to touch you as if you would melt away. Your touches were clingy and desperate, wanting him to touch and melt you away. 

That night you experienced so much emotion through physical contact, emotion in which you never imagined ever to experience in this lifetime. His hands were gentle as he held your wrist, his thumb brushing against your wrist as he thrust his hips against yours. His other holding the back of your neck as he stared at your face, taking in every expression as he rolled his hips into you. 

You would let out a whiney sob as you opened your eyes, a glass filled vision as tears built up from the pure pleasure Jin was giving you, your jaw widening as you let out a silent moan. Jin let out a soft grunt as he felt you tighten yourself around his cock, sending his eye to twitch out in pleasure as he leaned onto your neck. Brushing his lips against your pulse point before he kissed and sucked marks onto your skin. 

Your hands ran down his back, nails digging into his skin the moment you felt your sixth orgasm of the night build up, “Jin..” you cried out in which he responded with a soft hush, “I know, darling..”

It’d become odd. The relationship between you and Jin, ever since that night. It had seemed that both of you were nothing during the day, but the moment everyone left the office leaving both your souls, you’ve become different people. 

He would crack jokes, take you out for dinner, drop you at home. He would never ask for a kiss, nor a hickey, all he asked for was for your time. And it terrified you. It must have been 7 months since the night you slept together and Jin had not treated you any different, but your mind would shift towards the worst. 

Maybe you were horrible in bed, were you too loud? You felt something crawl up your leg, it felt like the legs of a spider. Perhaps you were too ugly? It didn’t take long for the overwhelming feeling of insecurity to crawl over your whole body. 

That night as you sat in the chair in the middle of the island in Jin’s kitchen, you fought the urge to ask him. His back faced towards you as he cooked up pasta. He always did this, at least every Friday. Take you to his home where he would cook for you, make you laugh, make you feel special and then sleep tangled in his arms. It scared you. 

“Was I bad?” you asked, setting the fork down as you’ve lost your appetite, Jin only looked up from his plate as he slurped a noodle, frowning. “I mean..” Jin then set his fork down, wanting to have his full attention on you, “when we slept together, was I bad?” 

He tilted his head, unsure of how to answer your question. You felt nervous under his gaze, “No, not at all?” He questioned, unsure where you were getting at, “Then why haven’t we done it?” Your voice came out as a whisper, Jin then swallowed as he blinked, “Because I didn’t think you'd want it.” 

The kitchen fell silent. Jin continued, “I want you.” he paused, straightening his back as he chased your eyes to lock with them, “all the fucking time.” It was your turn to be left speechless, “I want to take you everywhere every time, but I know it’s not right, not without your permission.” The table fell silent again, and as both of you ate once more, you debated with yourself. 

After washing the dishes, Jin brought you to the living room in which he turned the TV, “I find it so fascinating how humans can come up with these things. So creative.” You let out a chuckle as you sat on the couch, you back sinking into the comfort of the pillows. Selecting a streaming app, Jin also leaned back, laying next to you as an arm rested above your shoulders. “I’m serious, you guys are interesting.” 

You only leaned onto his shoulder as he selected the Movie he mentioned a moment ago while washing the dishes, “Percy Jackson is.. Hm..” Jin hummed, thinking back to his life as a god. Your eyes looked up at his pouting face, “I think it’s cute.” 

You hummed as you reached over for the blanket, covering your body. “Cute?” Jin frowned as looked down at you, “I meant as in, the gods having kids. I don’t know anything about all that Greek God bullshit, but them having kids seems like a cool concept.” You explained yourself as your eyes settled at the screen before you. 

Jin’s thoughts shut off, staring at the wall next to the TV trying to progress what you mentioned. His eyes squinted a bit, imagining a world in which he potentially had a child, is that even possible?

“If you were a god, let’s say,” you asked, snapping Jin out of his thoughts, “and you had a child, would you let them go through all that just to accept them?” You asked, your brows frowned as you looked at the screen. Jin took a deep breath, “No.”

“Me neither. You have children out of love, not to keep the bloodline going.” You muttered, cuddling the blanket closer to you, "If i were to be a mom one day, I would never let my child think they had to live up to my expectations to receive my love."

Jin blinked. love. what really did it mean, what came with it. He rubbed his fingertips together, feeling the softness of his own skin before he sat up, looking at you. "Can we sleep together?"

You rubbed your eyes, already feeling tired, "what?" Jin leaned down towards you, "Can I kiss you?" Your eyes widened a bit, but nothertheless, you nodded.

You regretted it instantly. Your wrists were pinned behind your lower back and your face lay on the couch as Jin pounded you from behind. Small grunts and moans filled the living room, some being washed away by the sound of the TV. You twitched under him, feeling the tight knot in your stomach, "fuck Jin.."

You gasped out, kicking your feet a bit. Jin only tilted his head back, feeling his cock twitch as he slipped in and out of you, furiously slamming into you from behind, "you're so good to me, y/n.." he moaned.

His hand gripped the fat on your hip, bringing you back to him as he fucked into you, "so pretty.." he muttered, his head coming back to look at the way your cunt took his dick. "gonna fill you up so good, so full.." his head was thrown back, and soft moans left his mouth. His breath hitched when a load of his milky white cum shot out, causing you to gasp out as you soon felt your own orgasm clasp.

Jin kept thrusting, slow and gentle, making sure to keep his load in you. He knew that what he wanted was very slim, but the thought lingered, "I promise to take you everywhere.. I'mma make you feel loved and satisfied."

Jin kept his word and he did take you whenever he could. Whether that was bending you over his office table or having you ride him in his car in the company's parking lot. It worried you how much time and stigma the man had. He was out of this world.

"I don't just have sex, y/n." He laughed. Settling into his bed, your body already too tired as you closed your eyes, "I make love." He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his body. You wanted to protest, to argue with him. we're not in love, is what you wanted to tell him. But maybe it was a conversation of another day.

You were terrified. Nothing could have prepared you for what you were about to experience. You rubbed your temple as you walked into Jin's office floor, throat dry. You were confused, drowned in complex emotions.

It was about 8 pm, and everyone on the floor had gone home, or so you thought. Opening the door to Jin's office, the smell of what was once so pleasant to your nose caused you to cringe in disgust. This was no pleasant scent, but it was a familiar one.

The smell of sex reeked your nose as you quickly covered it, your eyes frowned as you noticed Jin in the middle of the office. His hair was a mess, clothes sticking to his body by sweat. You only scanned the room, no one was there. But nothing hid the fact of what had happened in that office.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, closing the door. You stared at your feet for a second trying to progress what had happened. Door handle still in hand, you tighened your grip before making your mind up. And the moment you let go, the door opened with Jin trying to reach for you.

"Y/n, it's not what you think." He started, following after you, "I don't care, Jin." you spat, "I mean it, y/n. I.." He huffed out, wanting to hold you from taking another step from him, "I love you." That's where you felt your heart drop.

“No, Jin, you’re confusing love and lust, please!” You pant out, your hands trembling as you hold your coat close to you. You felt tears build up in the corner of your eyes. You were hurt, tired, and scared. You reached the elevator, pressing the button. “You don’t love me, Jin.”

The elevator was going to take a while, you knew that. You took a deep breath in, trying to calm your trembling voice, not wanting to show how much of an effect he had on you, “You need me, yes, but you don’t need me.” Jin licked his lips, noticing how dry they’ve become. He was puzzled, confused. He, Eros, the god of love doesn’t know what love is? 

“That is.. No.. That..” he breathed, the elevator dinged, opening its doors as it gave you an escape. Jin closed his eyes as he shook his head. His heartbeat was close to his lungs, his body felt on edge, and he felt panic. “Y/n.” He held onto the elevator door, his grip tight as his knees felt weak, “I need you.. So much..”

His eyes cried out in desperation as he scanned for any sign of understanding, of longing. You stared at him, you felt your nose become stuffy, ready to cry. His cheeks had turned flustered and his eyes had watered, he looked like a mess, a gorgeous one, “There isn’t one day that my heart doesn’t ache for you. There isn’t one second where I want to be near you, please y/n..” 

He wanted to kneel in front of you, begging for you. Years and years of being worshiped, he never thought of a day in which he would worship anyone. But you arrived and changed everything, “words cannot describe how I crave for you, y/n.”

A single tear escaped your eyes, slowly rolling down your cheek as you stared at Jin, and before you knew it, you couldn’t hold the rest of them back. You let out a silent sob as you pushed Jin’s hand off the elevator door, pressing the closing button, “I’ll send in my resignation and you better accept it.”

The moment the doors closed, Jin felt his whole world collapse. Maybe he did too, maybe he too fell to the ground and sobbed, letting out painful cries as he held his chest. His hand clenched his heart as he let his tears flee. His lungs hurt from the lack of oxygen, too mournful to let any of it in. The lack of oxygen didn’t hurt as much as his heart cried for you. 

The next couple of weeks felt like a visit to the underworld where Hades lived. So cold, so dark, so lonely. And out of respect, he stayed away from you. And out of love, he accepted your resignation. Yet the moment he signed the paper, he felt like you had taken a piece of his heart with you, while he was only left with the brief memory of you, not worthy of any piece of you. 

His days had turned gloomy, his attitude had become pissy, and his heart still throbbed with pain. He had taken a break from the company. What was once his mission to restore love had been thrown out the window. Now he understood why morals were too scared to fall in love. 

SeokJin looked up at the bright night sky, his eyes staring at the sea of stars, but none looked as beautiful as you. No, he wasn’t ashamed to mention it, you could be just as beautiful as his mother. Were she to meet you, she would for sure assume you were one of her children. His throat spat a sob, his eyes sore from crying. Was this what it felt to love someone? The back of his hand covered his mouth, not wanting to make another sound as another tear rolled down his face. Why did loving someone hurt so much? 

Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t cut out to be the god of love. He didn’t know anything about love. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he let out a dry sob, “Mom, what am I doing?” he asked basically no one, “What am I made for if it’s not love?” and deep down his heart broke just a little more. 

A/N. love is like a fart, if it's forced, it's probably shit.

All are so good

My Favorite Soulmate Fanfiction (Part 1)

@purpleyoonn

Petrichor

BTS x Reader, CEO, omegaverse, soulmate au, polyamory

You had been working at Bangtan Corporation for almost two years now, and not once have you ever laid eyes on your bosses. That was, until you met them when out with some of your coworkers. Now, you almost wish you hadn’t. Almost.

baby (you complete us)

BTS x Reader, disabled reader, soulmate au, idol au, polyamory

Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches. 

Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.

The Line Between Love and War 

BTS x Reader, autistic reader, soulmate au, idol au, polyamory

Your experiences told you that soulmates were something you would never have the pleasure of having; something not given to you because of who you are, despite the soulmark that resides on your inner left wrist. During your solo trip to Los Angeles, you find out that you are more than capable, that your soulmates had been waiting for you for a long time, and would not be letting you go anytime soon.

Dance of Time

BTS x Reader, vampire BTS, human reincarnated reader, soulmate au, reincarnation, yandere

You were finally back in the hometown you left right after graduation, researching the mysterious manor that laid outside of the town limits. Your family was acting weird, and the owner of the manor seemed to know more about you than he should. Everything changed when you entered the manor, and you weren’t sure your dance with time was going to last very long.

enchanted 

Min Yoongi x Reader, dragon King Yoongi, soulmate au, royalty au, fantasy au

The realm under King Min’s rule had been under war for over thirty years, a war within the inhuman species with origins no one knows. Your presence was brought into awareness when found by the king under the rubble of your home. You are plunged into a world you had only ever seen from the outside, and don’t know how long you can last.

@bluemari23

New _World 

Choi Seungcheol x Reader, soulmate au, idol au, neurodivergent reader

the night of your 18th birthday left nothing to be desired; waking up to no hint of any soul bond left you one of the unbonded. almost eight years later, however, you find out that you are very much not unbonded, and that your soulmate is someone who you admire. very much.

Dar+ling You 

You were on your way to South Korea, leaving your life behind to follow your soulmate back home. Your anxiety runs amok, and Seungcheol tries his best to get to know you better.

Soul Glow 

Choi Seungcheol x Reader, soulmate au, idol au, neurodivergent reader

You were on your way to South Korea, leaving your life behind to follow your soulmate back home. Your anxiety runs amok, and Seungcheol tries his best to get to know you better.

Soul Haze 

you had just gotten home after leaving the seventeen concert early, only for your phone to start ringing with what you think is the biggest joke of the century. it turns out, that maybe you left too early.

Dazzling Light

Kim Hongjoong x Reader, soulmate au, idol au, autistic reader

your soul bond activates at a concert and you seriously doubt your actually going to be able to meet them, not when they are on the stage and more than likely can't see the soul light that surrounds you. 

That is amazing, I love it !!

i wanna be yours — masterlist

summary: in which bts find themselves completely and utterly infatuated with one of the members of hybe's newest girl group, le sserafim

warnings: age gap (5-10 year age gap), oc is of consenting and legal age, yandere bts, unhealthy, possessive, and obsessive behavior, violence, smut, idol au

rating: 18+ (minors dni)

pairings: ot7 x f. reader

table of contents

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3 PABOS - Maknae line ff in YouTube @fictional07world

⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ Highschool sweethearts₊︶꒷꒦︶

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Pairing: Yandere! BTS Jimin x reader. [ Master list ]

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Summary: You caught the attention of the highschool sweetheart.

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Warnings: Yandere themes, Kidnapping, use of Chloroform, Possessive and manipulating behaviour, Peer pressure, controlling behaviour.

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Word count: 1.3k

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It was finally happening. It was the end of the school year, and Jimin was finally graduating. You were more happy about it than he was, as now you won't have to face him in school anymore.

He was in his senior year of high school while you were in your junior year. Everything was fine, until one day you caught the attention of the sweetest guy in high school. Or at least that's what everyone says he is.

You at first liked him, he was gentle, handsome and popular but never once did he act coldly towards anyone. He would even stand up to those who would get bullied. He was the embodiment of kindness and everyone loved him, even teachers and staff.

And that was what made you helpless.

You could never forget that day, and Jimin made sure that you never will.

Oh, how you wished you never participated in that damned dance competition that your high school organised.

It was the start of the year when the dance competition was announced. You were pretty thrilled to participate as dancing was one of the things you felt confident in. The teacher that was in charge of organizing loved your enthusiasm as you were one of the first people to participate from your year.

You got the second prize in the female category while Jimin got the first prize in male. And in the general category, you got the first prize, a tie between you and Jimin.

You walked up to the stage as you bowed down to the hosts and Jimin, as he was your senior, before taking your certificate and shared trophy. Your hand brushed against his as you both held the trophy, standing close to each other as the photographer took a photo of you both.

Walking off the stage, Jimin caught your hand in his, making you turn around.

"Oh, um, can I have your number? To discuss who should take this trophy, of course." He chuckled nervously, smiling at you as he blushed slightly.

You, of course, were smitten by him. With how cute he looked as he asked you, reminding you of an innocent child asking their parents for something sweetly.

Oh, how wrong you were.

You nodded as you gave him your number without any second thoughts.

Oh, that was one of your many mistakes. Your fate was already sealed.

After that, you and Jimin decided to keep the trophy at your house.

You and Jimin started to chat everyday, to the point that you both were constantly texting each other and talking to each other in real life.

It was almost like a dream! A dream come true!

Oh, but nightmares are dreams too, sweetheart.

It started out small, but soon enough, you started to notice how Jimin was constantly trying to manipulate you. You, at first, thought that perhaps you were being paranoid as Jimin was too nice to do such a thing! And even your best friend agreed when you told her about it. But after a while, it became clear. Jimin was not only manipulative, but also possessive. And when you realised it, it was too late.

You blocked him after confronting him about it several times, and every time he denied such a thing until you had enough and blocked him, but it was hard because having to face him in school everyday was a pain in your ass. Him constantly making a big show of how sorry he was in front of everyone and you had to accept his apology under peer pressure. You had no one. Even your best friend didn't believe you.

And soon enough, you barely talked to anyone but Jimin. And when you weren't talking to Jimin, you were only allowed to talk to females, not that you mind, but the more you obeyed his rules, the more overbearing he started to act. He became too obsessed.

Oh, and didn't I mentioned that you both weren't even dating yet? Ah, yes, that's right, sweetie! You both were still friends! But that all changed that day.

It was the early August, the rain was pouring heavily, and you were walking out from detention. It was the first time you ever got detention and for what? Even you don't know. You walked up to your homeroom to get your books from your locker.

Petals fell over your head from the bucket over the door as you opened it, your eyes widened as your friends, classmates, seniors and even some teachers stood in front of you. The whole classroom was decorated and there was even a cake on a desk. But what made you more shocked was Jimin. He was in the middle, kneeling down as he held a bouquet of flowers in his hands before he asked you to be his girlfriend.

That was it, your fate was officially sealed yet again.

You should've said no, and you would've said no if it wasn't for the peer pressure, and Jimin knew it.

Almost everyone was chanting, "Say yes! Say yes!" While you stood there in shock and horror. Before muttering a small "Yes", while trying not to cry. Everyone thought that you were so touched that you got emotional, but only one person knew that your tears weren't of joy, they were of horror. And that person was Jimin.

He smiled sweetly at you as he wrapped his arms around you before kissing the top of your head while whispering, "You're mine." In your ears as you shivered in his arms.

A shiver ran down your shine as Jimin gently shook your shoulder, bringing you out of your thoughts. Jimin smiling face greeted you as he stood in front of you with a rose. He wanted to get the trophy back and you agreed, wanting to get rid of that damned thing as soon as possible as it kept reminding you of your cursed fate. But fews days after prom, he suddenly asked you to take it back, saying that he doesn't want it anymore. You tried to refuse, not wanting to keep that reminder with you anymore and not wanting to meet him either. But he kept insisting, to the point it almost sounded like he was begging you and you agreed to take it back, wanting him to stop calling and texting you every other minute just to beg pathetically.

Oh, you shouldn't have given in, sweetie.

He was standing there with a creepy grin on his face. There is something off about him right now. 'Its probably because of the surrounding...' you thought. Jimin called you to the usual "secret" place that you both made as your "personal hang out place", it was night time now and you are in a forest, not deep but still far enough for no one to notice you both. Jimin first took you here when you were having troubles concentrating, the woods were peaceful, it helped a lot and you wanted to keep this place a secret because you don't want people to come here and make it noisy.

"Sweetheart, I have been waiting for this moment for such a long time..." You looked at him, confused as to why he was looking forward to return the trophy.

He chuckled as he stepped closer to you before pulling you into a hug. He caressed your cheeks gently, he had a handkerchief in his hand and for some reason, it was wet.

You leaned away in disgust as the wet handkerchief touched your face. It wasn't uncommon for Jimin to roam around with a handkerchief, he had a habit of carrying one with him almost everywhere.

"Jimin, the fuc-", you were cut off as he pushed the handkerchief against your mouth and nose, covering it completely. You looked at him alarmed as your hands tried to push him away. You scratched him, tried to push him away, held your breath as much as you could, kicked him, pushed your body against his. You tried it all.

All you could remember was Jimin whispering in your ear sweetly, "You're mine, now no one can take you away from me. No one, even you."

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On One Stormy Night

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Kim Seokjin x Female! Reader

✂ Word Count: 0,6k+

✂ Warnings: Manipulation

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Inspired by Arashi no Yoru ni wa by AKB48.

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