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Series - Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Ex-boyfriend!Jungkook x Female!Reader

Genre: Smut & Angst

Word Count: 2.2k

THIS FIC CONTAINS DARK THEMES!

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A/N: highly requested part 2 is here. I apologize for any mistakes, it’s pretty late and exams are coming soon so it’s kinda rushed😵‍💫

Warning(s): Physical abuse, slapping, squirting/omorashi, toxic behaviour, toxic household, dacryphilia kink, sadist!Jungkook, choking, manipulation, rough sex, breeding, mentions of child abuse

THIS FIC CONTAINS NON CONSENSUAL SEX! PLEASE CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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10:46pm

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.” you thought while you fiddled around with the thick package in your hand 一 all of which had your signature on it. You weren’t sure what you were getting yourself into, but winter was approaching and you had to find shelter fast.

Your right leg bounced nervously as the bus came to a halt and the doors opened wide. It was your stop. You clutched your backpack that contained the last few possessions you had and started walking towards the small, isolated building that had tacky, illuminated signs all around. As you walked in, the stench of marijuna and sweat filled your nostrils. The club wasn’t too busy but after all it was a Thursday night.

You took a couple more steps before you spotted a man wearing a crystalized rabbit mask. He was the one who gave you the package. Once he recognized you too, he put his drink down and started walking in your direction. “I’m glad to see you here. You have the package right?” You lifted your hand and waved the package in his face. “Perfect, not a single page is missed, right?” You nodded your head and he snatched the package out of your hand. “Then please follow me so my boss can assign you a room.”

The man led you to the back then down the stairs to the basement. This location was one of the many branches of the underground, prostitution buisness. You had read the terms and agreements carefully and even thought about it for 2 ½ months. The contract in simple terms was, someone pays to use you however they want, in return you get a quarter of that money, 2 days off, food and shelter every day. If you want to make some extra cash, you are allowed to go upstairs to the club to give private lap dances.

Though you have to give up your body nearly every night, it’s still better than your current living conditions. Another factor is, people are paying you hefty money for sex, while before you were forced to do it with him for free. At least this way, you’ll start making some money off of it.

Once you reach downstairs, you quickly take in your surroundings. It was far more elegant than what you were expecting. Red cushion walls with matching chairs, multiple chandeliers down each hallway and no dirt in sight. The masked rabbit knocked on one of the doors and a few seconds later it opened. You peered over the man's shoulder only to see another man with a crystallized mask on except it was a wolf.

“Boss, she’s all set to go. What room will she have?” The man pulled the cigar away from his face and exhaled a cloud of smoke before eyeing you up and down. “Room 118 should be a fun one for her.” The rabbit mask took the keys from the board then led you down the farthest hallway, to your new room. He opened the door for you and just as he was about to leave you tugged on his suit. “What did your boss mean when he said, “fun one for her”?”

“Room 118 is considered to be our lucky room. We only put people who we know will make us good money. Boss thinks the next one will be you.”

“So, is that a good thing?” The masked man fully turned towards you. Under his mask, he had a smug look on his face. “Good thing for us. For you, not so much.” He harshly pulled his arm away and slammed the door shut, leaving you confused and frightened.

11:30pm

After your shower, you headed upstairs wearing a champagne cabo dress that was left behind in your closet. Since you’re gonna stay here for a while, you might as well get familiar with the place, and people. You head to the main lounge only to be greeted by the stench of marijuna and alcohol. Looking around you saw lots of men seated together in groups with female escorts on the side. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. You turned around to leave until your eye caught someone staring at your figure intensely. His eyes slowly moved up your body till it met your eyes.

He called you over and once you got closer to him, he patted the spot next to him. You took a seat and crossed your legs. Was this your first customer? He put his drink down and placed his large hand on your thigh. “So tell me, what is a young girl like you doing here in a place like this?” You decided to tease a little and placed your hand on top of his, rubbing it softly back and forth. “What do you think, sir?” He stared into your eyes and you could tell he was trying to intimidate you but ,you weren't going to give in that easily. You stared right back and even moved closer, placing your hand on his crotch.

The man spread his legs a little so you could feel him a little better. You could feel him getting hard, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on. He pulled you a little closer to him, placing his hand on your cheek, while his thumb brushed your bottom lip. “As much as I would love to fuck the living shit out of you, I don’t think Jungkook would approve. In fact, he’d kill me.” His words took a second to process but once you understood you immediately pulled away and left the lounge without looking back. Your heart started beating faster just by hearing his name. You sped off downstairs, back to your room.

You began packing all your belongings, not caring about the contract anymore. You can’t let Jungkook get to you. You spent so much time and energy running from him 一 if you get caught now, everything you sacrificed will go to waste. You wore sweatpants under your dress and grabbed your coat, unaware that it was far too late to run now.

The door slammed open, revealing the devil himself. Your eyes watered and you took a few steps back, but he kept coming closer and closer until your back hit the wall and you had nowhere else to go. “Close the door.” he sternly said to one of his men and they obeyed. You were frozen. Too shocked and terrified to blink, move or breathe.

“Why did you run away from me?”

Silence. You stared at each other but you didn’t dare to say a word.

“Speak!” he yelled, getting closer to your face.

Still, you kept quiet. Jungkook let out his breath and slapped you to the floor. “When I ask you to do something, do it! Now tell me! Why the hell did you run from me?!”

“I was scared!”

“Bullshit! What the hell are you doing here then?! Working in a brothel, being a disgusting whore! Do you not feel ashamed?!” he yelled, grabbing you by the hair and pulling you up. “P-please! I had no choice. I was starving and winter is approaching, I wouldn't have survived.” Another slap landed on your cheek. “How many guys did you have sex with, huh? How many?!” he raised his hand, ready to slap you but you cried out, “none! I- I just started today.”

Jungkook smirked before pushing you onto the bed. “So I’m your first customer?” You began crawling away, shaking your head no. “No, please don’t! Just please leave me alone. I’m sorry but please don’t do this to me again.” You cried.

“You have no say anymore because you signed that contract. I have the right to do whatever the fuck I want to do to you because I paid for it.” He grabbed your ankles and pulled you back before grabbing your neck and pinning you down. He removed your sweatpants then ripped your dress open. “Jungkook please stop! I beg you please. Please I don’t want this.” he scoffed before pressing down on your neck and saying, “I don’t care about what you want.”

He pulled off your underwear but noticed that it was wet. “You filthy whore! Why’re your panties wet, huh?!” You began to shake under him in fear. What were you supposed to tell him? “Tell me! Who caused you to soak your panties, huh?” His patience was running thin so he slapped you repeatedly until you said it was the guy who knows him. He stopped for a moment and said, “Taehyung?”

“I- I don’t know his name b- but he knows you.” You whimpered. “Tell me exactly what happened and don’t you dare lie to me nor sugarcoat it.”

“He ca- called me over to sit next to h- him so I did and we talked a little but I- I made the fi- first move and I’m sor-” you were cut off by another harsh slap. “What did you do?” you looked away in embarrassment but he grabbed your jaw and made you look into his eyes. “I- I put my hand on his crotch.” you whispered but it still drove him mad. He shoved your underwear in your mouth and flipped you onto your stomach.

He licked 2 of his fingers and shoved them in your ass, making you squeal and squirm. Your screams were muffled and you tried crawling up the bed, but in a swift move he pulled you back down. “I’m gonna make you regret leaving me.” he pushed down his pants and gave his length a couple of strokes before pushing in despite your cries to stop. It was brutal. The stretch was unbearable and you could hardly breathe. Your head was pounding and the tears would not stop rushing out.

“This is what you want, right? Getting your guts fucked out by random men is what you seem to love. That’s why you signed all those papers right? Because you’re a worthless, dumb, whore. This is why no one loves you and this is why your parents left. You were never going to have a bright future anyway. You’re just a waste of money for them. How do you think your parents will react when they find out their daughter is a prostitute? God, if it were my daughter, I would do her a favour and pay someone to kill her.”

Each of his words, you took to heart which was the reason why you could not stop sobbing. On top of the physical pain you were experiencing, he just had to torture you mentally too. You didn’t know what to do. At that moment, you felt like you were lost.

“So fucking tight! Gon’ need to fuck this ass some more, mmh.” he spanked your ass a couple of times before pulling out and flipping you on your back. He entered your cunt and pulled the underwear out of your mouth. “Beg me. I wanna hear your cries. I wanna hear you beg me to stop.”

What kind of monster was he? How could you say that to someone without pitying them? “Come on now, don’t be shy.” he slapped your pussy and your clit pathetically twitched, yearning for more friction. You knew you didn’t want him but he had a way around your body. He attached his mouth to one of your nipples while slamming in and out at a rough pace. You’d become a little calmer, mainly because you were exhausted. You didn’t have enough energy to keep crying or fight with him, so you stayed silent under him in defeat as a few tears slipped out.

1:03am

“Jungkook! Please stop now, my stomach hurts so bad.” your legs were clamped around his waist as he pounded in and out of you hard and fast. Each thrust kissed your cervix but it was coming to a point where you couldn't tolerate how deep he was going. Hours have passed but it doesn’t seem like he’ll be stopping anytime soon. Tears rolling down your cheeks, onto his back that was covered in scratches created by you because of his aggressiveness.

You were a complete mess. Your body felt like a puddle. Your hair was messy, makeup smudged, hickies covering your neck and breast and cum dripping out of your throbbing pussy onto the floor. His hair was stuck on his forehead due to the sweat, his arms were wrapped tightly around your figure and both of your sweaty bodies continued to grind together. He enjoyed every single moment and he didn’t regret a single thing.

“One more round, babe.” you sobbed and tried to protest but he threw you on the bed and started fucking you fast, you couldn’t even make out a word. He groped your breast and rubbed your burning clit with his other hand until you arched you back and moaned loudly, squirting around his thick cock, drenching his thigh and the corner of the bed sheets.

You sobbed harder and began to shake because of the intense orgasm. “P-please! P- pull out!” instead of pulling out, he did the complete opposite and pushed into your womb, filling you up once again. Jungkook was surprised that you were still conscious. He picked up your shaking figure and laid down with you on his chest, dick still deep inside of you. “I hate you so much.” you whispered and he chuckled.

“I’m sure you do but there’s nothing you can do about it.”

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yeah, I’m alive. Also, I don’t know why it pasted like that😭

Anyways, I hope y’all enjoyed it and sorry for any mistakes xx 😘

xoxo,

naina

Break me , pierce me

Author : purrfectfae

Pairing : Ex fwb body artist! jungkook × reader

Warnings ⚠️ : nipple play, penetrating sex , sex with no condom [ wrap it up guys],jungkook is kinda manipulative, guilt trips oc, male on top, jungkook is kinda yanderish.

Published date : 14 mar, 2022.

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Jealousy

Author : purrfectfae

Pairing : volleyball captain jungkook × cheerleader reader

Warnings ⚠️ : titty fuck , oral ( male receiving), blow job , jungkook is kinda yanderish, Dom! Jungkook, exhibitionism in a beach.

Published date : 13 Mar, 2022

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Office games

Author : purrfectfae

Pairing : mean boss! jungkook × personal assistant! reader

Warnings ⚠️ : jungkook is a sadist, oral (male. Receiving), penetrative sex, raw sex (use condom guys), spitting, Doggy style, dark themes, blackmailing and manipulation?

Published date : 20 Mar, 2022.

A/n: not proofread or edited. Its short but its whatever. This one is dark so I suggest soft hearted people to stay the fuck away from this. I don’t want blaming later on. 🙃

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Jeon Jungkook x female!reader | Yandere Au

WARNINGS: shy!yandere!jungkook, confident!reader, the reader cheats on her boyfriend and jungkook is planning to kidnap her, smut (dry humping?, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, hickeys and bites). let me know if i forgotten something

English isn't my native language, so please excuse me if I make any grammatical errors and feel free to let me know. Thanks!

A/N: I'm kind of insecure about this, but I want to post it so bad😞 plz, let me know what you think!!! Send me a ask or comment. I wrote this listening "Boyfriend" by Justin Bieber lol.

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Jeon Jungkook never wanted you to know about his feelings for you, quite the opposite. He has always tried his best not to let on how much he wants you, for fear of a probable rejection, after all, you have a boyfriend and the last thing he wanted was trouble. However, it's not like he's any good at faking it.

You noticed the less-than-innocent looks directed at you and liked the effect your presence had on him a little too much. The cute way he stuttered and blushed violently when you got too close only spurred you on to be bolder.

You flirted with him. When no one was paying attention, you flirted blatantly and, albeit timidly, he returned your advances. It was almost impossible to contain a laugh at how embarrassed he was at your teasing.

And what was supposed to be just a little game for you, ended up taking on much greater proportions when suddenly, you're in his car exchanging saliva. You said goodbye to your friends shortly after a movie night and Jungkook offered you a ride, as your boyfriend wasn't there to accompany you home. You readily accepted.

The feel of his erection pressed directly against your core, as one hand holds your waist possessively and the other takes turns cupping both your breasts under the fabric of your shirt, makes you moan sly against his lips. Jungkook couldn't help but smile proudly, before heading to your neck, where he starts by spreading kisses, followed by hickeys and bites.

— K-Kook, don't do it! — you don't sound as firm as you'd like.

— Don't do what?— he asks cynically.

He's aware that you don't want the idiot who you call your boyfriend to see the love marks on your skin, but why? If he was any good, you wouldn't be here right now rubbing his dick. However, it's not like you need to worry about that right now. Not ever again. He'd like to reassure you, tell you that you'll never see that asshole again, but he doesn't want to spoil the surprise he's been planning for so long. Not now that it's so short for you to be together forever in the place he has so lovingly prepared. The place where you will build a big happy family, away from all those who might be against your happiness.

— My b—before you can finish, his once hand on your waist makes its way straight to your wet panties, touching your sensitive spot through the lace, drawing a louder moan from you.

—S-shit, you're so wet, baby… I bet I could just slide inside.— his words catch you off guard. You couldn't believe the guy who looked like he was about to burst with embarrassment at a simple touch from you could have such a foul mouth.

— Do it, Jungkook, I need you so much!

It's Jungkook's turn to be surprised. Will you really go all the way? Will your first time together be in his car? Damn it, he planned to make love to you in a more suitable place.After a romantic candlelight dinner, he would take you to a room, where a bed covered in red rose petals would be waiting for you. He would be so kind to you. So gentleman. He would kiss every inch of your soft skin, make you cum so hard on his tongue, and when the time came, you would have all his seed inside. This can be for the second time, right?

You need it now. Now. And that's what he's thinking about when, with his help, he gets rid of his jeans. He's bigger than you imagined. You're quick to touch him there to pump the length a few times before pulling away your own panties and positioning the glans at your entrance.

The stretch caused by Jungkook's arrogant size in your tight little entrance makes you both moan loudly in unison. You start to slowly descend on his cock in order to get the most out of each thrust, but soon the movements pick up speed.

The erotic sound of the skins clashing and the poor lighting, added to the moans and sighs make everything more difficult for you. — Fuck, J-Jungkook, so good!

— Are you going to come, kitten?— he teases when he feels your walls squeezing him, but it's not like it will last much longer.

It only takes a few more thrusts for you to reach the apex and he follows soon after.

'It won't happen again'; is what you say to yourself as you get out of Jungkook's car and head to your apartment.

'I can't wait for us to do this right in our home'; that's all that goes through his head.

Heliophilic Rain and His Pluviophile (M)

Yikes, it’s been a hot minute. That’s my bad. I have been having it a little rough with my job and so I’m in the process of finding another one and that among a billion other things is slowing me down. Which makes me wonder if I were to open commissions if anyone would be interested? I also would like to add there is a scene that could be triggering so proceed with caution, please. Either way, thank you for your patience as always, and I hope you enjoy!

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 8.5k

Warnings: possessiveness, yandere tendencies, anxiety, unspoken threat of sexual assault, slight violence, oral, penetrative sex, cock warming

Summary: He was the rain just as you were the sun, both too transfixed with watching each other to get any closer. Few things feel more refreshing than drops of fresh rain on heated skin or the warmth of the sun on a gloomy day. It would be a shame to not indulge in the natural wonders of the world before you.

“Her voice was like the wind. I could listen until it was all that filled me. I could listen until she swept me away into the vast ocean of her presence. I would drown if it meant I would drift back to her. Her voice was like the wind. No matter how much I tried to catch it, I would get carried away. Suddenly, I wasn’t in Kansas anymore. Suddenly, home was wherever she said it was, so long as she did so with that voice of hers.”

“His voice was like the tap of rain against a window. He was asking me to go out to see him, but there was something beautiful about the way I knew he wasn’t referring to me specifically. I was a mere onlooker to his presence. Even so, I would catch a cold if it meant I could reach him, even for a moment. I thought this, knowing I would never have the guts to go outside. I made peace with this until the taps on my window turned into knocks on my door.”

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Thrills Found On Solid Ground (M)

A/N: I snagged a work at home job! (yay!) Less hours though, which is bittersweet. I will be a little strapped for cash, so I will link my ko-fi below and anything helps, really. I am considering opening up comisions, if anyone would like that, let me know! Less hours means way more time to write so color me a happy camper. As way to celebrate positive changes, and in honor of me putting in my two weeks at my current job, enjoy the next installment in the Soft Yandere BTS fics! Let me know how you feel about it, and I hope you enjoy. 

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst if you squint a bit

Word Count: 9.4k

Pairing: Soft Yandere! Namjoon x Reader

Warnings: yandere tendencies, toxic traits, obsessive and posessive male, subtly unhealthy relationship, vaginal sex, cunnilingus

Summary: You had always been an idiot, you mistook this as being a risk-taker, a wild adrenaline junkie. As a result, you found yourself on some dating app, then on a bad date, then on a skywalk 1,000 ft above ground. Looking down, you felt impending doom, clutching to anything, or anyone, you could. You couldn’t have known the stanger you clutched onto, in the middle of two skyscrapers, too high above solid ground, had no plans to let you go.

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Some Extra Help (M)

First smut of the series! Certainly not the last lmao! I hope you guys like it! Their soft yandere rlly shows here and I’m excited to expand on that dynamic with such an isolated MC who is so oblivious. As always, please do not aspire for unhealthy relationships that I write irl. These relationships only function (and even barely sometimes) in a fictional world. Stay safe and enjoy!

Pairing: Soft Yandere!Yoongi and Jin x Chubby!Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: 18+, vibrator gets stuck, cunnilingus, fingering, soft dom! jin and yoongi, sub, kinda brat! reader, crying, some name-calling, daddy kink, sir kink, hickeys, dumbification if you squint, yandere themes, beginnings of an unhealthy relationship, toxic mindset, possessive tendencies

Part of The Household’s Bunny Series 

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Cookies and Fingertips (M)

Some Jimin loving! We love to see it! I hope you all enjoy this installation as I try to figure out how to properly flesh out characters in a drabble series. Am not sure how I’m doing there but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless. As always, tips are not required but greatly appreciated, just like your thoughts! Pls share your thoughts though, they brighten my day!

Note: This is part of a drabble series The Household’s Bunny

Summary: You and Jimin met long before you moved in, and yet, you’re not sure if he even likes you. So what else is there to do but take every opportunity to talk to him until you figure it out? 

Jimin has had a debilitating crush on you long before you moved in and he is almost positive there is no way you’d feel the same. And yet, he doesn’t have the strength to properly avoid you.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+, soft yandere-ish, obsessive thoughts, possessive thoughts, fingering, handjob, subspace, cum eating (sorta?), discussion of hospitalization, mentions of a stalker, mentions of passing out, the word “fat” is used, a moment of thigh riding, surprise kiss, insecurity

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Vulnerable in The Dead of Night (M)

I wrote this QUICK, so if it’s bad, I’m so sorry, but I just wanted to get this out ASAP, so I hope you like it! Also, pls feel free to give me your thoughts or ask any questions, I love to answer them!

NOTE: This is part of The Household’s Bunny series, which I recommend you read before this bc otherwise, it may not make sense.

Summary: Taehyung finds himself consumed with self-loathing and crushing loneliness. You find Taehyung standing alone in the kitchen late at night, happy to see him again for the first time in weeks. The usually playful and flirty man is left with his feelings when faced with you in the dead of night.

Genre: Soft Yandere! Taehyung x Chubby! Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+, soft yandere tendencies, obsessive/possessive thoughts, crying, loneliness, self-loathing, abandonment issue, adopted person feeling unworthy of love, kissing, hickeys, cunnilingus, precum, blowjob, swallowing, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, this is a yandere fic so unhealthy relationships are throughout this series

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Truth and Lies are Found in Kaleidoscopes (M)

A/N: Hi everyone! I just finished my last final (for the semester) yesterday and I am so happy to be posting this at last! I’ve decided to begin adding 18+ content to my warnings list just for clarity, although all of my (M) content, which is basically all of my content, is 18+ as stated in my masterlist, but I just want to be 100% clear especially as my fics get darker in their content. Anyways, Ii hope you all enjoy and have a wonderful day/night!

Pairing: (soft?) Yandere Mafia! Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, mafia activities, murder, unhealthy relationship(I do not condone this kind of relationship dynamic in a real-life setting nor do I intend to glorify it), kidnapping, graphic descriptions of abuse, allusion to ptsd, panic attacks, bugs are mentioned, squishing bugs are mentioned, domestic abuse, foster care system is mentioned, human trafficking is mentioned (not done by jungkook), violence, blood, dizziness/vertigo, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome, cunnilingus, tearing of clothes (during consensual sexual act), male masturbation

Word count: 18.5k

Summary: The best part of every love story is the happily ever after, right? A tale as old as time, it didn’t matter how you got there. You chose to stay here because you had nothing, and he desperately wanted you here because you were his everything. Even flowers can grow through concrete, so imagine where love can bloom.

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Weekend Ebb and Afterglow

A/N: Ahhh another installment in the mafia series? YES! Gosh, I hope y'all like this! This fic is my longest one by far (i think) so that's exciting! As always, please share your thoughts or ask any questions! And tipping is not required but greatly appreciated, so I will have my kofi linked

Note: This is the third installment of my Yandere Mafia Au and I encourage you to read the other fics (Namjoon's and Jungkook's prior to this one)

Pairing: Yandere Mafia! Hoseok x reader

Word Count: 18.0k

Summary: Working a phone sex line, an antiquated industry, can make sex seem pretty lame, but what do you do when a one-night stand turns out to be more than you ever expected? And yet, everything you needed.

Warnings: 18+, toxic relationship, yandere fic, obsessive tendencies, unhealthy relationship, choking kink, cunnilingus, breeding kink, housewife kink, daddy kink, finger sucking, fellatio, back scratches, fingering, sexual harassments, threats, trauma, allusions to a past attack (is not specified what kind), intentional triggering mommy issues, murder, death (none of the main characters), blacking out, this is a dark romance in a dark universe nothing is meant to be glorified, just enjoyed as a piece of fiction

The club's bass was nearly shaking the room and you couldn't care less. There were few things you enjoyed more than a packed dance floor on your night. You allotted yourself one weekend a month to put on your sexiest dress and have a good time. Whoever you were outside of these four walls, and two floors didn't matter one bit.

You danced with swirling bodies and strong arms until you stepped away to get water and some sobering solitude. You were a little tipsy, but you preferred not to get drunk on these nights in case you get lucky in any way. It had been several months since you last felt the sexual touch of a human and you could really use it after the week you had.

Immediately, you shook off the thoughts. It doesn't matter. You're not the girl who went through the shitty week, you're someone else. You aren't in a skin-tight dress to sulk. Sipping your water, you bopped along to the music until you felt a presence near you. More so, you smelt the mixture of sweat and alcohol, making you grimace. Nevertheless, you continued to dance lightly as you sipped on your water and cleared your phone notifications.

"Hey, baby, you alone?" You nearly gagged at the smell of rum, and quite possibly vomit, coming from the very intoxicated man. Even so, you continued to pretend as if he wasn't there as he kept prattling on about how pretty you were. Eventually, he grew frustrated, "Am I ghost or not worthy, huh?" He moved sluggishly to touch your shoulder and you stepped to the side swiftly before slamming your empty glass down.

The vibration on the bar made him jump as you fixed a sharp glare on him that made his wrinkled eyes widen, "If you're a ghost, then why are you still here? If you're not worthy, why are you still next to me?!" You snapped, making his wrinkles deepen as he frowned deeply and you scoffed, "Leave me alone if you're tired of being ignored, old man." You sneered and he shrunk.

"You're ugly anyway." He grumbled and you laughed like a maniac.

"You're right, and I'm crazy too!" You stepped to him and he stepped back, "I'll gouge your eyes out and use that worn-out tie to snap your neck!" You gripped the aforementioned dingy piece of fabric harshly, “Then I’ll juggle your pathetic eyes on the street to pay for my cab home, is that what you want?!” This was the final push he needed to leave you alone and you rolled your eyes as he slinked away, mumbling under his breath. The bartender, who knew your regular antics well enough by now, simply smirked at the exchange as she refilled your water.

"You don’t even know how to juggle, liar." A feminine voice whispered in your ear and you chuckled as your cousin Hanmi flopped down next to you, "It's my last night out in Seoul and you're trying to make me bail you out of jail for scaring a pervert?" She chided as she fixed her makeup in a handheld mirror.

You rolled your eyes, "And I'd frame the mugshot if I scared one of these losers enough to cry to the cops." You did have a lovely habit of ripping into pervert men. From the lurkers at the bar to catcallers, you just couldn't back down. You've done everything from threatening violence to showing off your knife to barking. Hanmi knew this, of course, she had been your roommate for the past couple of years, but she accepted a job overseas, so you were sending her off with a good night out.

Hanmi and you hadn't been close until she moved to Seoul and you ended up in an apartment together. Even now, she wasn't your best friend in the whole world, but she was as close as it got. Not that anyone in your family liked you all that much to begin with, "It would be pretty funny, but I'm trying to get laid tonight, so try to avoid it, hm?" She winked at you with a smile.

"And you're not the only one." You chuckled as you watched her eyes dart to the dance floor, "You going back out there?" She grinned mischievously before going back to the crowd of intoxicated bodies.

This was usually how yours and Hanmi's conversations went. Light quips and playful words. That was enough for you, anyway. You shook your shoulders a bit, not the time for you to dissect your emotional unavailability, or more so the emotional unavailability of those around you.

Playing with your straw absentmindedly as another figure came beside you at a more respectable distance. The smell was the first thing you noticed but in a much different way. Fresh bergamot and mahogany wafted your way as you caught sight of a glint on this man’s wrist in the flashing lights of the club. This made you flick your eyes to what you swore was a piece of art and not a man. He had hair that was styled with just the right amount of product, a jawline that could slice your neck, eyes that held a playful darkness to them, and a delectable tongue that darted out to wet his bottom lip as he looked you up and down in tandem.

Hoseok surveyed you with sinful thoughts in mind and impatience knocking in his mouth. The dress you were hugged your body in all the right places, tight enough for him to see your figure but not enough for him to visualize how you would feel under his touch. The curiosity was driving him crazy as he finally met your eyes. You stared up at him with piqued interest and he gave you a small smile, “Hi there.” He mused, enjoying the way your lips curved into an amused smile.

“Hi yourself.” You murmured, “Did you move seats to get closer to me or…?” You trailed off playfully and he chuckled, knowing you saw him slyly skipping seats from the corner of your eye.

“You caught me.” He sighed dramatically, “I was gonna come up to you earlier, but you were… preoccupied with a pest.” This made you laugh, and from the little he could hear of it, it was beautifully melodic, “I didn’t want to interrupt you while on a roll.” Not a complete lie. Hoseok usually had security intervene if people were making a ruckus in his club, but he waited with bated breath as he watched you and that man, ready to intervene the moment he tried to touch you. Low and behold, you proved to amuse him as he watched the man twice your size flinch back as you yelled at him.

Hoseok had seen you around here and there at a couple of the clubs he owned. This one in particular seemed to be your favorite. He wasn’t sure why he recognized you among the flurry of people that filter in and out of the nightclub scene. You were stunning, but it felt like something more that drew his eyes to your form. He was usually content with seeing you from a distance, swallowing his jealousy each time you flirted or went home with someone else in turn, as if he was proving something to someone. However, he couldn’t deny his intrigue as he watched you sneer at a man he recognized as a seasoned criminal. A man who, conveniently, was on his kill list anyway. It was like he was meant to talk to you.

“Glad you enjoyed the show.” You joked and he raised his glass, making you struggle to hide your smile. He was a fine piece of man for sure, well dressed too, “So,” You leaned on your interlocked fingers playfully and he raised an amused brow, “Do you dance, kind sir?” You batted your lashes at him while his smirk grew.

“Why don’t we find out?” He extended a hand that you took graciously as he led you into the sea of people.

The people that, at a glance, were not too different from Hoseok. Adults who were just seeking their vices to break away from normal life, much like you and much like you assumed Hoseok was. You wondered if you knew what you did now if you would have still danced with him, let alone even entertain his advances. You wondered if you could’ve done something different in the first place, if you even possessed the willpower to deny fate.

The song was sultry and tempting, almost as if it was meant for the both of you as he held you close, strong hands grasping your hips. The air immediately became heavy between the two of you as he pulled you close to him, chest to chest, making you gasp but nevertheless place your hands on his shoulders and you moved to the music. You moved with his expert hips that made your thighs tighten ever so slightly around his leg, making him give you a knowing smile as he leaned down to your ear, “I’m trying to be a gentleman here, but my resolve is breaking.” His breath was hot, much like the rest of him, and you chuckled in a sultry manner making him groan.

You threaded your fingers through his soft hair as you whispered back, “I don’t think I came to a nightclub seeking a complete gentleman.” Your breath caught in your throat as his breath fanned across your neck, “You, in particular, don’t have to be a gentleman to me.” As soon as you finished the sentence, his lips hit your neck with ravenous intent, making you groan in delight, blissfully ignorant to a club full of people as this man sucked at your neck expertly.

You ground your pelvis against his own, making him hum lowly as he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot that had you keening against him, “If you sound like that after a few minutes of me on your neck, I wonder how else you’d sound doing something else.”

You let out a breathy laugh, “Why don’t escort me home and see?” Was all you needed to say to make him break away from the assault on your neck, “You know, like a gentleman?”

He leaned his forehead against yours as he kept a firm hold of your swaying hips, “Lead the way sweetness.” His voice was huskier as he huffed against your ear.

His car was a sleek black with expensive-seeming leather seats. You had never been good at telling the value of things, but you could at least tell this foreign car was anything but cheap. However, this would not be the first time a guy has rented a nice car to impress a prospective dated, so you did not fully settle on this being his car. Nevertheless, he even opened the door for you and let you out in your address on his GPS.

“Oh, I better text my roommate, in case you turn out to be a murderer.” You snickered and this made the man smile in amusement.

“What if I am?” He teased and you shrugged thoughtlessly.

“Are you gonna kill me?” You cocked a brown at the smiling man before you and he shook his head.

“I got better things to do to you than kill you.” He gave you a seductive side-eye that made your thighs clench. Goodness, how long has it been that you are so impressed by this pretty face?

You chuckled both at his joke and your own desperation, “What? Torture me?”

“If it’s consensual and you want me to, I mean-”

“Ha, ha, we got a comedian here.” You chided, “All I ask is no murder or nonconsensual torture come my way from you.” You sent the text to Hanmi and glanced at his impeccable side profile. Was he some kind of big shot or just naturally that stunning?

He laughed heartily at your statement, “You should raise your bar a bit, beautiful, if all I have to do is not kill you or hurt you, without consent, of course.” He winked and you scoffed.

The ride back to your place was a flurry of teasing touches and seductive banter. His hand danced around your knee and towards your inner thigh as the short ride came to an end. You had lived maybe ten minutes from the club, for now at least. With Hanmi moving and the lease being up soon, who knows where you would go after-

A touch on your thigh drew you out and you looked up at the mysterious man before you and the stressors of your real-life melted away as he squeezed the flesh, muttering a compliment under his breath before his gaze met yours sharply.

“You still want me to, uh, walk you inside?” He gave you a relaxed smile whilst he provided you with a way out, which you thoughtlessly declined.

You leaned closer to him, breath hitting his neck lightly, “Walk me in, sure, but I was hoping you could fuck my brains out before you go.” His breath hitched and you held back your laughter at the way he got out of the car to open your door at lightning speed.

“After you, sweetness.” He huffed through a smile as you led the way.

In an instant, he had you pressed against the door after you crossed the threshold into your home. His mouth resumed his lustful ambush of open-mouthed kisses along your neck. Your fingers threaded in his hair as he caged you in his form. Surprisingly, you felt oddly protected as this stranger sucked at your sensitive spots. Usually with one night stands you felt nothing but arousal, and even that was touch and go at times, but with him, you felt safe for some reason as you let yourself fully succumb to the onslaught of sensations he provided you with. Large hands explored your form as one slid the hem of your dress up whilst the other lay at your hip, rubbing soothing circles along your now exposed skin as he kissed along your jawline. His hand brushed across the sheer fabric of your panties, making you shudder at the feather-light sensation of his fingers along your clothed folds.

“I can already feel how wet you are, beautiful.” He rasped against your ear before his mouth claimed yours in an impassioned kiss. Before you knew it, his hand had slipped under your panties and stroked along your bare cunt, gathering wetness before his finger rubbed your clit in expert circles. You moaned pathetically in his mouth as he smirked, dancing his tongue along with your own, “You like when I touch your precious little pussy like that?” He grunted against your lips as he slid a finger inside of you, making you keen again him and gasp into his mouth, “I slid right in, but you feel so tight still, fuck.” You tugged at the silk strands of hair making him chuckle breathlessly as he pulled away to take a look at your fucked out expression from just a few minutes of touching as you ground against your hand.

Never had a man-made you feel so aroused so fucking quickly as his thumb touched your clit just right all while he slipped a second finger inside, “Feel so good, fuck.” You heaved out as he groaned at your unabashedly lewd face.

“So fucking hot with your tongue poking out of your mouth like a horny bitch.” His tongue brushed against yours sloppily before he sucked on your tongue, eliciting a moan from the both of you, “Taste so good, wonder how you taste down there, can I see for myself, baby?” You were breathless as you nodded, mind whirling at how hot whatever the hell he did to your tongue was.

“Do whatever the fuck you want to me if it’ll make me feel this good, shit.” Your words broke off into a whine when his fingers brushed a particular spot inside of you.

He smiled wickedly at your pleading, “Brave words, but don’t worry, love, I’ll make you feel even better.” His husky voice was like music to your ears as he sank down to be face to face with your audibly wet sex and you choked on your own breath when his tongue lithely, yet methodically, explored you from your hole to the hood of your clit. He hiked your leg over his shoulder while he hummed at the delicious taste of you on his tongue. You had no words to offer him, only depraved moans and breathless expletives as he drank you for all your worthwhile you clenched and gushed around his fingers. He seemed to know you were close before you even knew it as his fingers inside of you sped up and his other hand kept a brutal grip on your thigh, which only proved to turn you on even more as you squirmed against him.

“I-I’m about to-” You tried to warn him, but with one final flick of his tongue it was much too late as you cried out, hands in his hair, and came so hard you swore you almost ascended from your physical form. He even guided your hips to ride out the earth-shattering orgasm against his mouth.

When you finally came down, he withdrew his fingers slowly as he sucked and kissed along the meaty flesh of your thighs, making your hum in satisfaction. Did you save the world in your past life or what? Never had you felt like a man earned oral in return until now. Hell, he deserved all the money in your bank account if that’s how he ate someone out.

Your eyes rolled back as you watched him suck his fingers clean of you, “Stop being so fucking hot and fuck me already.” You whined breathlessly, making him flash you his signature smile.

“Aw, I can’t do both?” He spoke in mock disappointment before flashing you a sinister grin, “Up we go!” He proclaimed and before you can ask what he meant he threw you over his shoulder, making you squeal, “Now, where is your bedroom so I can fuck you properly.”

You couldn’t contain your laughter, “Down the hall on your left, crazy.” You continued to laugh as you felt him walk.

Your voice was quickly becoming his favorite song, rivaled only by your beautiful laughter as he joined you in being utterly entertained, “I usually prefer Sir or Master, maybe even Daddy, but I’ll let that side since you’re so cute.” He smacked your ass lightly before tossing you on your bed. He made quick work of your dress and you leaned up on shaky knees to help him unbutton his shirt as he focused on his belt.

Proof of the eagerness you both felt, your clothes were off in no time and he began to slide the condom on before you could even offer to suck him off. He seemed to read your mind as he spoke, “As much as I would love you to have those pretty lips around my cock, I just need to be inside of that sweet cunt of yours.” He mused as he kissed you, pushing your body down gently as he cupped your face sweetly. He pulled away from your mouth to study your face and sighed, “Goddamn you just get more beautiful.” He murmured and you scoffed.

“Yeah, I bet the mascara running down my face really brings out my eyes.” You chided and he nodded playfully.

Your relaxed smile was soon replaced by your own euphoria as you felt his hardened cock rub against you before sheathing within your walls, "Holy shit, so tight." He growled, face going in your neck to nip and suck at the sensitive skin as he began rolling his hips into yours.

Your hands found his hair again as you gasped out at the way his hips moved expertly, he had to be a professional dancer or something with that technique. Not that you had much time to dwell on the thought as he fucked you stupid with only wanton moans and desperate gasps leaving your mouth as he grunted praises into your neck that only spurred you closer to another orgasm at an alarmingly quick rate. His hips rolled himself deeper inside you even as he sped up to an unforgiving pace.

When he pulled away from your neck, you took a moment to appreciate the perfection of his facial structure. He really looked like a model or something like that even as sweat built on his forehead due to his methodical fucking and intense concentration on your own enjoyment, which was refreshing, to say the least. One of his hands went to your neck lightly before cupping your chin to meet your eyes and he looked at your fucked out form with soft curiosity and amusement, “You wanna be choked, sweetness?” He cooed and you nodded dumbly as you sucked on his thumb, muffling your whines.

He huffed at the innocent eyes you gave him, “You’re lucky you’re so cute or I would make you beg for it.” He chuckled breathily as he squeezed around your neck making you open your mouth in a silent groan as your eyes rolled back. The light-headedness settled in like a delicious high as his other hand circled around your swollen clit. He let go of you just a few moments later to lean down again, teeth nipping at your earlobe before he returned his intoxicating assault on your neck.

"You feel like fucking heaven baby." He rasped as his arms went behind you, hands grasping your shoulders to push you onto him in time with his merciless rhythm. Surely, he would be bleeding by now with the way your nails migrated from his hair to his back and scratched along the soft skin as you held onto him for some semblance of stability while he sent you to oblivion in carnal lust.

You’ve been fucked like a ragdoll before, but it usually felt way more one-sided. You usually felt like a tool in the other person’s pleasure and not like an involved participant in the pleasure. However, the man above you made his unyielding pounding feel like it was all in an effort to make you feel good, especially as you felt your eyes roll back while your throat let out a scream at the sheer force of your own orgasm.

He let out an animalistic growl as you clenched around him and he fucked himself into you just a few more times before cumming with a low groan, “Shit baby.” He nipped at the bruised skin on your neck in appreciation as you shuddered around him. Your own orgasm still raking itself through your body in slowly weakening ripples, “That’s okay, ride it out, sweet girl.” His voice was soothing as he rolled himself against you until you came down from your ultimate high.

His sigh of relief turned into a hearty laugh, “Holy shit, I haven’t came that hard in a long time, baby girl.” He mused as he pulled out of you before going to dispose of the condom.

“Same here, you maniac.” You rasped out and in no time, he was at your side with a cup of water and your mouth gaped at the speed he was able to locate your kitchen to get you a cup from the cupboard, “Goodness, did you study the layout of my place while you were eating me out or what.”

He broke his blissfully dazed stare at you and shook his head and feigned deep thought while you drank with a hum, “No, actually, I did it while I was sucking on your neck.” The shit-eating grin made you roll your eyes.

“Which time, vampire?” You teased, settling into the covers as you let this stranger rummage around your place.

“You know, I feel like I’m getting the short end of the nicknames.” He sighs willfully as he continues whatever it was he was doing, “Psycho, maniac, vampire…”

“Vampires, maniacs, and psychos can be hot and a fun time to be around, in my opinion.” You tiredly sassed only to be met with a velvet laugh and sarcastic agreement.

The last thing you recall before slumber took you was snuggling into his chest as he stroked your hair ever so lightly.

A couple of hours later, you woke up to quiet murmurs from- shit, what was his name? Before you could even think to admonish yourself for not gathering at least that basic information, his voice sliced through the silence in hushed urgency.

“Do I really have to go down there? Like, now?” He seemed to be annoyed at the interruption as the moonlight only proved to highlight his beautiful features. He must have noticed you in your half-asleep tizzy and you watched his creased brows relax for a moment as he softly placed a hand on your head, making your eyes flutter closed as you melted into the touch. When you opened them, again, you were met with a tender look. Part of you wished he wouldn’t be so kind and gentle, making the next morning that much more depressing as you return to regular life.

Right now, though, as he pulled you closer to him and gave you a light peck on your lips, you were not back to regular life, and that’s all that mattered.

“Well, yeah, I am quite busy.” He spoke as quietly as he could, “Look, just-” He huffed out a sigh that made you shift, but the steady strokes of his thumb on your hip, made you settle back into the warmth of his body mingled with the sheets.

You had no idea how the rest of the conversation went as your eyes fluttered closed, focusing on his heartbeat and the steady rhythm his thumb stroked along your bare skin. At this moment, you were nothing but a warm body he tended to, and that absence of real-life was a feeling you only ever enjoyed on a rainy day with a good book with some even better music. However, his presence was its own kind of drug, and you rode that high all the way back to sweet slumber as his muffled words proved to be white noise.

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The morning hit you like a truck as an extremely sharp contrast to your restful sleep. You awoke with an unusual start as a ray of sunshine slipped through a crack in your curtains and directly onto your eyes. You scrunched your nose in distaste and turned over, only to be met with wrinkled sheets and a very empty bed.

Not that you should’ve expected anything different. Not that you felt disappointed.

Because you didn’t. Of course not.

...that would be just ridiculous.

You blew out a sigh through relaxed lips when you found an empty nightstand as well barring a glass of water that he seemed to have refilled before he left. That was kind of considerate but still… Gosh, not even a number? Even some of the worst lays of your life had the gall to leave a number, but not one of the best? Just your luck, truly.

Although you had to remind yourself, it was probably for the best. The magic of last night could easily be sullied by real-life settling in.

That was the issue with relationships, they existed in the same world with your shitty job and shitty family and everything else shitty. Even if he did stay, or leave his number, what good would it do if the two of you were incompatible in all other aspects of life? That's why nights out and one-night stands kept you sane. They existed in a different world where you are just a beautiful being made to feel good. While the next day, your wonderful lay could be a psycho or worse, a pickup artist that sold those weird online courses to sad men and women alike.

Your nose scrunched at the thought. Ew.

People had too much baggage to make relationships work happily, more often than naught. Real-life throws a wrench in passion. What you wouldn’t give to leave this all behind and live in a bubble of romance and carefree stability. It wasn’t even that you were materialistic, you just wanted comfort. You just wanted to be anything but like your family.

Ugh, your family.

Before you could even open that pandora’s box, you reached for your phone to see if you had any notifications. Nothing unexpected, as always, was waiting for you. You texted Hanmi, confirming your one-night stand didn’t murder you, ignored texts from your mother, and scrolled mindlessly through social media until you felt well enough to attempt walking.

The soreness radiated throughout your legs and pelvis and you shivered at the cool faux wood flooring as you stood ever so slowly. Goodness, he really gave you no mercy. As worth it as it was, you couldn't help the grimace as you walked. You blew out another sigh at your messed-up reflection. Staring back at you was your form with tired eyes, smeared mascara extending to the middle of your cheeks, hair not at all the methodically fixed form it was just 24 hours before. You hummed thoughtfully at the dullness in your skin before deciding it was time to stop avoiding skincare.

With that, and a really good shower out of the way, you gazed in the mirror and nodded, much better. Long-standing insecurities aside, it was an improvement from before. It was adequate, a running theme in your life. Pulling on a long sleeve that went past your knees, you found yourself faces with the stillness in your apartment. Furniture from the thrift stores and picture frames that give off the illusion of a home but looking closer, they were full of art prints with no family photos or one's of friends. All of Hanmi's stuff was gone, so your place looked more and more like a stock home on a magazine.

A quiet morning for a quiet life. You closed your eyes for a brief moment as you sat with your morning coffee and a mindless show playing on the TV to distract from the deafening silence of your own solitude. Your phone vibrating startled you, not an uncommon occurrence in the slightest since it doesn't go off very much. Absentmindedly you answered with a brisk, "Hello?"

"Well, look who answered their phone." Your eyes scrunched in frustration as you mouthed a profanity at the familiar prickly voice and at yourself for answering the phone so carelessly, "I thought you changed your number with the way you're ignoring me-"

Without missing a beat, you hung up the phone, not wanting to fight with your so-called mother this early, "And yet you kept texting me." You murmured bitterly as you tossed the phone to the side of the couch after putting it on silent and blowing out a breath through pursed lips. You could fight with that evil woman any other weekday, but the weekends were yours and whatever warm body you decided to spend a night with.

Your mother was the one who taught you that in the first place, teachers took their weekends very seriously, after all, you figured she would understand a bit. Although hypocrisy was your mother's favorite meal it seemed, so all surprise was forfeit at this point.

You flicked through channels before settling on the news to play in the background while you looked for what food to order for delivery, not having the drive to make breakfast, especially with your soreness.

“...was reported missing over a month last known contact and sighting and has now been missing for..” You sucked your teeth at the thought, poor thing, no one to even notice her missing for a whole month. :..She was said to have lived a secluded life and was the daughter of the prolific Pumpkin Carver Killer. Police have found no leads due to how late her disappearance was reported…” You heaved a sigh, the uncertainty of what even happened to her making you frown, it was kinda pitiful.

Although, who would notice your absence? Your fellow phone sex operators that you hardly ever spoke to? Your mom hardly ever reaches you, nor does she try very far. Hanmi is out of the city by now, and she would probably only ever message you on holidays. Maybe the bartender at the club would notice your absence, but she certainly didn't know your name, nor you well enough to report you missing. Who were you to pity this missing girl on the news?

What if she just up and left her shitty life and made a new one? What if she had the courage that you have been craving for so long? You really could just stand up and leave, find yourself a new life in a new city, and yet you stayed, sat on the couch as you looked at her obviously old photo on the screen. Of course, there was a chance she was not safe at all, and that had to be part of the reason you stayed where you were. Not that you were resourceful enough to restart the mediocre life you built for yourself into something better. Running away couldn’t be the answer if you were the problem. Always making the wrong decisions for yourself, the safer decisions.

It felt like you merely blinked before it was Monday again, and you went back to normal. It was Wednesday now and you still had him in the back of your mind. 8:00 AM and you trudged out of bed, soreness completely gone along with the post-coital afterglow from the fucking of a lifetime. You huffed out the first of most likely a million sighs before you sat at your desk and waited mere minutes before the phone you had just plugged in rang.

You glanced at the flag icon next to the name and consciously prepped yourself, "Hi, I'm…" You paused for a moment, voice sultry enough to where it would sound like you were building anticipation while in reality, thinking of what name you'd use for today, "...Saturday, who do I have the //pleasure// of speaking to?" You internally cringed at the name and would most definitely change it next call, but Saturday was the only thing truly on your mind and it didn't take a genius to guess why when a chiseled jaw and powerful hips fucked that night away.

You took a deep breath. You really have got to stop thinking about that guy, even if you do see him again, you are hardly fit for dating, especially when most guys you've tried to date had the balls to demand you quit your job all while they were too broke to support you. Ugh, if only they could pick a damn struggle.

The job was fine, and the money was the same. You really only made as much as you did because you were a polyglot. From a young age, your mother wasted no time in trying to make ground for an emotionless wonder kid by enrolling you in who knows how many language classes all while she worked hard as a teacher and neglected you in favor of the kids in her class, although she claimed this was to give you time to focus on your studies. Imagine her horror when she found out your weekends off 8-5 work from home job was an international phone sex work line like it was shocking you found a job that revolved around people praising you for what you did after you led a life of ever-increasing expectations and isolation.

Although there was not much to be smug about, phone sex was a dying business and mostly old creeps utilized said services. No doubt, they made the job easy enough by doing all the talking themselves, but you were sure you would have a much more fulfilling time camming if you only had the confidence to do so.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum." The same magic words you hear several times a day in several different languages, this time in Ukrainian, drew you from your thoughts as you glanced at the ticking analog time on the phone 3 minutes and 47 seconds, he was really pushing to pay no more than the five minutes.

All you had to say for him was vague "mm's" and "oh yeah?" Before he let out a loud enough groan to blow his mic out momentarily and you had to suppress a giggle at the three-second silence interrupting the peak of this middle-aged man's four-minute orgasm, and despite how often it happened, it was hilarious every time, "Oh, that was so good." You lied in his mother tongue while maintaining a sultry voice.

"Did you cum, baby?" He had the audacity to ask. You fought the urge to roll your eyes.

"I came so fucking hard, best orgasm I've ever had." Another lie that you would go on to repeat for four hours and in way too many different languages before it was time for your lunch.

Yet again, like a dumb bitch who never learned her lesson, you answered your phone without checking, and most importantly thinking, as the shrill voice of a pissed off senior citizen blasted through your speaker without missing a beat, “You ungrateful little girl, hanging up on me the other day?!” You cursed yourself much more than your mother ever could as you watched your ramen spin in the microwave, wondering if there was any room in there for you.

“Good morning to you too, mother.” You seethed, “I’m on my lunch break, doing great, thank you for asking.”

“Lunch break? Like you have a real job.” She scoffed and the false smile on your face fell as quick as it came. Her hatred of your job was only second to her hatred of you.

“Well, that’s enough of pleasantries.” You watched the time tick down on your microwave with a heavy heart. Oh to be ramen spinning in a heat box, “I have 30 minutes to eat and you have three left, what do you want?”

“What? I can’t call my daughter-”

“2 minutes and 50 seconds.” You taunted, much too old to fall for her version of flattery, like you still sought her validation as fervently as you did in your early teens.

“Always so dramatic.” She muttered before heaving a heavy breath, “I need a loan-”

“No.” You deadpanned, “Have a good day at work, give your students- oops, I mean kids- my love.” You snarled, ready to hang up the phone before your mother struck a chord.

“There you go again, blaming my kids for your problems.” She sneered.

“Yeah, well, trauma is funny like that-”

“It’s always someone else’s fault, never yours. My fault, my students’ fault, Jinsoo’s fault-” Time stopped and your mom felt it too as she stopped herself short. The nearly decade-old wound effectively ripped open and your temper shrunk.

“Fuck you, mom, oh my fucking- UGH.” You bit your tongue for a moment, “How dare you mention him. Super fucking low, even for you, I cannot stress that enough.” Your mother always had a habit of taking her role as a teacher to mean surrogate mother, which wouldn’t be half the issue it was if she had taken one second to show the same compassion and motherly love she gave to her students to her own child. If she wasn’t coming home late too exhausted from parenting to bat an eye at any of your academic achievements, or you in general, she would come home with another student who missed the last bus and dote on them, demanding you stay out of sight. Most of the students minded their business and didn’t take advantage of your mother’s kindness to steal, and even the ones who did never found your hiding spot. You were always able to stay hidden.

Until you weren’t.

“Y/n-”

“News flash: just because you didn’t believe me, doesn’t make his sentencing any less real.” You spoke through clenched teeth.

“I would hardly call probation a sentence.” The older woman spat back.

You scoffed like you needed reminding, “Ask your kids for a loan, then. Not me.” You spat, “It’s not my fault you gamble before you even get your paycheck.”

“I didn’t mean to mention Jinsoo like that, but he was just a kid and he feels really bad-”

Your eye twitched, “He was 20 years old!” You shouted, “He’s older than me. You’re a tenured professor, do the math!” Fights always went this way. You had to start checking who's calling before picking up, lest you fuck your psyche up every other day. Yet, you felt the familiar sting of tears in your eyes.

“I didn’t mean-”

“Stop.” Your voice dropped, now in a defeated whisper, “Just stop calling me, focus on your kids, like you always do.” Your tone was begging, and despite your malice, you kind of were begging.

“Please.” Your mother’s tone was just as vulnerable, “I took out a shady loan already and-”

“I don’t care.” Your laugh was humorless “I don’t like fighting with you, and that’s all we do, so let’s just quit while we’re ahead, okay?”

“I love you, y/n. I don’t know what they’ll do to me, so please know-” This wouldn’t be the first time she dropped the L-word in a desperate attempt to squeeze money from you. Of course, when you used to cave and another fight would be had, she would proudly state she was lying and that she doesn’t love you.

You have never evoked any emotion from her except disappointment.

That was a direct quote, and the only time you could not detect a lie from your mother’s eyes.

“If you signed yourself up for death, the least you could do is not lie the last time we talk.” You wiped the remaining stray tear as your microwave beeped for the fifth time, signaling your mother went five minutes over her time, “Have a good day, professor.”

“Y/n-” Click. You wondered if you had known that would be the last time you would hear your mother’s voice if you would say anything else if you would hang up at all.

Each time the answer was no.

A mere two minutes before your shift was set to continue did your manager text you hours were being cut, namely your hours. You now had the rest of the week off and your eye twitched at the inconvenience your wallet would have. Thankfully, Hanmi had been gracious enough to pay rent for the next two months, surely out of pity, but still kind nonetheless. The rest of your family pitied you, but they also kept you at an arm’s length for good measure.

Abandoning, the, certainly now cold, ramen in your microwave, you slipped into some leggings before donning a bralette to go under your sweater. Usually, you would put way more effort into your looks before going out, but the last thing you wanted to be was alone in this apartment with your thoughts. It was barely about to be the afternoon and all you could think about was how nice a vodka sunrise sounded right now.

The crisp air bit at you as you walked to the nearest, and open, bar. The wind was harsh, but it at least did the job of drying out your tears and making the heat in your cheeks lessen. Goodness, you could not fucking believe your mother, being able to praise your assailant and ask for money in the same breath-

,

He seemed to walk at a naturally brisk pace, but he always made sure you were right next to him, and the notion was so heartwarming you didn’t notice the way people actively stayed out of both yours and his way while you walked with a man you had never questioned who exactly he was. You were much too focused on trying to match your steps with his as you stared down at the pavement and before you knew it, his velvet voice caught your attention, “Your chariot, my liege.” He spoke jokingly as he opened the door of the familiar black car.

So this was indeed his real car. The question of who the hell this guy was still did not fully register in your mind as you settled in the comfortably heated passenger seat, “Should I ask where you’re taking me?” You mused as he got into the driver’s seat.

Your question made a sly smile grow on his face, “I should be asking if you have anywhere else to be today.”

“Nope, I’m completely free.” You assured him, “You’ll find my life is pretty bland beyond the weekend.”

The car rumbled to life as he chuckled, “The last word I would use to describe you is bland.”

His phone rang and he looked at you, "Go ahead, if it's important, I can just go home." He shook his head.

"I'll answer it, but I'm not going anywhere." He smiled, but you watched it drop as he answered the phone, "What?" He quipped.

"Hobi, hey, how are you and do you know Danish?" A lax voice spoke.

You watched his face twist in confusion, "Danish?" He asked in disbelief.

You perked up, having learned Danish at 13.

"Well, this Danish seller is trying to swindle me, I think, and I had some guys look into him and I have a voice memo of him talking to his goons that I need to be translated." The man spoke in such a blasé manner, "Most likely it's him confessing the real value or origin of the damn thing so, what do you think?" His tone sounded as if he knew the answer already.

Hoseok sighed, rolling his eyes, "I don't know how to speak Danish Tae, how would I-"

"I can." You spoke without thinking. You really should've questioned why he would need to threaten someone or why you were so eager to help him do it, but he turned to you anyway, "I'm fluent, I could transcribe it. I could… help."

"Oh my… a girl?" The man, Tae, chided, "Is this… y/n?"

Hoseok froze and your eyes widened before you found your voice, "How do you…"

Tae gasped, "Hi y/n! Hobi would not shut up about you after you guys met, and you know Danish? Wow, what a special lady you-"

"Tae, you can embarrass me later." Hoseok whined and you snickered.

"Wait, I wanna talk to-" Hoseok hung up and you fought your smile, although it was futile.

"Wouldn't shut up about me, huh?" You smirked and Hoseok fought a blush, "I think you like me, Hobi." You used the nickname with a coy smile.

"Oh, I'm smitten, sweetness " He winked and you rolled your eyes playfully as he put on music.

At some point, somehow, you fell asleep. Your self-preservation skills seemed to be seriously lacking around this guy. There was no way his dick was good enough to make you lose all sense of self-protection, right?

Wrong. So laughably wrong.

When you woke up, it was cradled in the arms of what should have been just a one-night stand, a weekend fling, as he carried you out of the elevator and to his full-blown penthouse, “What the hell?” You mumbled.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” His chest rumbled as he spoke, “We were in the car for no more than 20 minutes but I would have felt bad waking you up.” You chuckled as you caught sight of his bill of sexual health hung on his fridge, a tactic you learned in college and carried into your own home still.

The sentiment brought you back to when you used to intentionally fall asleep or feign slumber like a child just to try and get your mother to hold you and carry you to bed. Of course, it never worked. She always either left you there or woke you up so you could stay out of her student’s way before they came in. By the time you were 14, you gave up and instead slept in your regular hiding spot.

Except now, here you were, being cradled in the arms of one of the hottest men you have ever seen in the nicest apartment you have ever been in. You glanced hurriedly only to see he had already taken off your shoes. The care was unlike something you had ever experienced, so you wrapped your arms around his neck, surprising him, “Thanks.” You spoke shyly, making him grin, which you thankfully didn’t catch, “I’m not too heavy or- it’s not uncomfortable to-”

“Quite comfortable.” He mused, humming before he sat on the couch, letting you both face the view of the cityscape. You had to be over 20 floors high with this kind of view. He remained holding you close and you never thought to question why as you snuggled into his chest, staring at the gray sky, “This okay?” You nodded lightly, “Do you want to tell me why you were crying?” He offered, cutting into the silence.

You sighed, it was almost funny how love-deprived you were. People often didn’t ask you what was wrong and genuinely want to know, so you were gluttonous with the opportunity, “My mom is a linguistics professor, tenured and everything.” You mused, “She has always taken her job really seriously and given her all to her students, acted like a mom to them, which left me..”

“Alone?” He asked, empathetically.

“Very much so. All her motherly instinct went to these college students while she dropped me off at prep schools and had me take the bus home.” You blew a breath through pursed lips, “Nothing I ever did impressed her, nor did she care. When she wasn’t being a mom to someone else’s kid, she was gambling her paycheck away.” There was almost a bitter taste in your mouth, but it dissipated as you felt a hand softly stroke through your hair, “When her students would miss the bus home, she would take them home and make me hide so I wouldn’t bother them.”

“What bullshit.” He cursed and it felt nice to have someone know your frustration.

“Most of them were fine, but some of them would try to steal or snoop around, but they never hurt me until…” You took a deep breath, “I was close to graduating high school, it was one of my last nights in that place and a student found me and- well, next thing I know we’re in court and my mom takes the stand for his defense and he squeaks by with probation.” Your breath was shakier, but he only held you closer and listened, and that’s all you ever wanted, “My mom called me today, asking for money, and when I said no she told me I always blame my problems on her or Han fucking Jinsoo, who apparently is so sorry.” Your voice dripped with sarcasm as your hands balled into fists, but it was short-lived as he cradled both hands in his right one.

“So that’s his name, huh?” He spoke thoughtfully.

You hummed affirmatively, not bothering to question why he would confirm it, you were just grateful someone wanted to hear what you had to say, “His name really just, sets me the fuck off and my mom already pushes my buttons, and then she says she took out a loan from shady people and tried to say she loves me if I never hear from her again.” You scoffed, “I know she doesn’t love me, so it was just, fucking annoying, especially when I used to really believe in her. Silly me, I guess.” You slumped against him before laughing a bit, “Sorry, I just-”

“Do you want me to kill the guy?” He asked and you chuckled again. The words were like ice, a sharp contrast to his warm demeanor just moments ago. It was then you noticed his hands were squeezing your own extremely tight, not painful, but his knuckles were white.

“Yeah, right.” You waited for him to laugh, but it never came, so you looked up at his dead serious face, “What do you mean kill him? Are you some big shot or something?” Your tone was joking with a hint of worry slipped in.

It was his turn to look at you quizzically, “You mean, you don’t know who I am?” He asked and you opened your mouth before shutting it.

“W-Why would I know who you are? Wh-” You blinked, moving away from him, but he kept his arms firmly in place, so you wouldn’t go too far. This was the first time you stopped to realize you still didn’t know this guy’s fucking name, “Oh my goodness.” You laughed at yourself and he mistook it for recognition.

“You remember now.” He smiled, but it faltered as you shook your head.

“I-I don’t even know your name and I talked your ear off about my bullshit-”

“Jung Hoseok.” He spoke, hands cupping your cheeks for the second time today, “Do you understand now?”

You sigh, defeated, “I’m starting to feel stupid.” You spoke honestly. Was the name supposed to mean something?

He-Hoseok, leaned his forehead against yours before he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead, “No, sweetness, you’re not stupid.” There was no hint of lies in his voice, which was relieving, “Just… fuck, this is hard to say and I really don’t want to fuck this up, because being with you is so fucking great.” He seemed nervous, “How do you not recognize my name? Where do you work?”

It was your turn to be nervous as you shook your head, “I don’t want to fuck this up, please.” However a firm kiss to the forehead coaxed it out of you nonetheless, “I’m an international phone sex operator, I'm a polyglot so I have the luxury to do that and work from home.” You averted your eyes as Hoseok was able to understand how you just knew Danish so casually.

Hoseok would be a liar if he said your words didn’t pierce his heart a bit. He wasn’t close-minded by any means, but the visions of other men hearing your beautiful moans made his skin prick. He tried to keep the survey he did of your apartment to a minimum, just to make sure you weren’t affiliated with a rival, but he could have never guessed you did sex work.

“Please, say something.” He snapped out of his thoughts to see you, eyes scrunched as if preparing for him to push you off his lap.

“Do you like it?” Was the first thing he could think of and if you weren’t so nervous, you’d laugh at the notion of liking listening to old fucks cum on the phone because you chose slow slots to work and an outdated form of sex work.

“No, but I don't hate it. The only people who use phone sex lines are old men.” You scrunched your nose, “I barely even talk, they just kinda want someone to hear them.” You explained, shattering his misconceptions, "Sex work is still work, you know, nothing too riveting, just something that pays the bills." You chided.

This eased Hoseok’s worries. “Ah, I see why you don’t know who I am then.” He smiled his regular warm smile, “Here I thought you went home with me that night because you knew who I was, but I guess I’m just that handsome.”

A weight soared from your shoulders and you broke into your first genuine smile of the day, “Let’s say I know who you are then.” You quipped only to be pressed against him, “Wha-”

“I just want you to promise to not be scared of me when I tell you.” He buried his nose in your hair, “I don’t know why, but I wouldn’t be able to take it if I pulled back and you looked scared of me.”

“Unless you’re about to take your face off and reveal you’re one of my clients, we’ll be fine.” He nodded and you felt him laugh a bit, before letting out a nervous sigh “Gosh, are you about to admit you’re a cryptid or what?”

“Just promise.” There was a lace of desperation in his voice before he added, “Please.”

“I promise.” You nodded against his chest.

“I’m one of the seven heads in Bangtan Enterprises, I own the bigger clubs in the area and handle the nightlife, make sure no one is stepping out of line and make sure we get the weapons we need, some drugs too- to sell, I mean! We can’t exactly be drugged out doing the shit we do so we just steer clear-”

“Oh.” You spoke aloud unintentionally. /Oh./ So that’s what he meant when he asked if you wanted him to kill Jinsoo. He meant /killing/ Jinsoo. Actually, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea- not the time to consider this. So the kindest man you have ever met is one of the kingpins in the criminal organization that is taking control of Seoul, and really Korea as a whole. You didn’t feel exceptionally alarmed by them because not only were your small fry in the city, but they also seemed to punch up rather than down, aiming for child and sex traffickers and corrupt politicians. Granted, they had been replacing them with politicians of their own cause, so that’s a gray area. Although their cause didn’t seem too bad, at least on paper, but drug dealing and weapons smuggling doesn’t sound awesome. You read newspapers and articles, you knew that much. Obviously, you didn’t read them as thoroughly as you thought, though. You kind of wished he did admit he was a vampire or Mothman, maybe that would be easier to digest.

“Oh?” He asked wearily, “What does that mean-”

“No idea.” You sighed out, scanning your brain for some kind of answer or response. You certainly weren’t scared of him, that was a fact. Whether or not that’s something to be proud of, you were unsure, “I don’t know what to say.” You sounded more confused as opposed to exasperated or frightened, and Hoseok mustered the courage to pull back to look you in the eyes.

He nearly jumped for joy as he saw not one hint of fear. Your breath hitched, looking him in the eyes then. There was such a palpable desperation in them and you never had anyone look like that for you before, be so eager for your approval. It was kind of addicting, “Can we still see each other, Jung Hoseok?” You smiled as his name danced on your tongue moments before he replaced your words with his own mouth.

The kiss was passionate, filled with emotion you never had to call your own before. Emotions you could not place the name of as he kissed you deeply, hand cupping your cheek so delicately. His kiss was not domineering or demanding, nor was it pleading, it was something else entirely. His lips caught yours each time you both pulled away for a fraction of a second for a mere semblance of air. No matter who let go first, you both caught each other in the embrace between your mouths. It was a millennia before the two of you pulled away, foreheads pressed against each other, exchanging heavy breaths as you both gasped in the dopamine-filled unknown emotion drawn between the two of you.

“I’d love nothing more than to continue seeing you, sweetness.” He caught your lips in a chaste kiss which quickly turned heated, lust intermingling with the flints of love between the two of you as his tongue tangled with yours deliciously.

You weren’t talking, but you had never felt so heard in your life as he gripped your hip.

You slid a hand from his hair down his neck ever so softly, catching the first button of his obviously expensive dress shirt, letting him know you wanted to be attached to him again. He groaned into your mouth erotically, making your core clench as you reciprocated the sound while he slid his hand under your sweater. His hands were much warmer after holding yours for so long. He traced your curves with his palm, brushing the side of your bare breast, realizing you were out without a bra this whole time, growling, “Gorgeous.” He huffed as he grabbed the soft mound, flicking a thumb over your hardened nipple, making you gasp into his mouth as you finished the buttons on his shirt. He helped you as you slid the shirt off his shoulders, getting an amazing view of his broad and muscular chest as you slid your hands over his pecs slowly. You had never been so transfixed with a man’s body before, but he was so beautiful.

“I think you’re gorgeous too.” You mumbled against his mouth, making him smile at how cute you were. Never had he been more naked than his sexual partner before, always felt too vulnerable, but with you, it was different. He felt this need to bare his soul to you and let you keep what you wanted for him if it meant he could have you with him. You kissed down the expanse of his neck with an open mouth, dragging your tongue back up his throat, tracing over his Adam’s apple, making him keen in delight.

“Fuck, why does that feel so good.” He cursed himself, his pants being as tight as they were and you hadn’t even touched him. When you began sucking a hickey into his skin, he felt his eyes roll back as his head leaned back, allowing you more access to him than he had ever given anyone. You shifted position, to have your core over his bulge, straddling him as you pressed your hat against his strained erection, making the both of you gasp, “Baby, fuck.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips as one of your hands slid down to slowly rid him of his belt, making him moan while your other hand palmed his cock over his pants.

“These look expensive, I don’t want to make you ruin them.” You teased as you hooked your thumbs on the waistband of his pants and underwear. He lifted his hips with you still in his lap, making you giggle beautifully as you slid both garments down enough for him to kick them off. Immediately your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, making him bite his lip, head leaning back against the couch, “Your cock is so pretty.” You mused against his neck before you began kissing down his body, eventually settling onto your knees before him.

“Shit!” His eyes screwed shit as your mouth engulfed his tip, tongue flicking along his frenulum, collecting the precum. You moaned against his cock and he was petrified he would cum. He looked down to meet your doe-like eyes as your mouth sank further down his cock. You adorably reached for his hand, which he gave you as the other stroked your hair. He never made a move to push you further down on his cock open-mouthed with rough one-night stands. No, this was much different, “So good, baby.” He hissed as your tongue slid from the base of his cock to the tip and preened happily at the praise, “You’re so good to me, aren’t you?” You nodded, just as delighted, “You look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock like that, sweetness.” You went to cup his balls, making him choke back a moan, “Yeah, baby, like that, fuck.” You hollowed out his cheeks and he felt a familiar feeling, “Oh my- fuck, you’re gonna make me cum already, so good.”

“I want your cum, daddy.” You spoke amongst the open mouthed kisses you gave to his cock as you worked your way back up to his tip, sinking your mouth down as he gripped your hair, careful not to push you down.

“Fuck, yeah baby, you want daddy to cum in your pretty mouth?” You nodded, his cock still in your mouth as your hand went to grip the base of his cock whilst the old still fondled his balls. He watched you bob up and down a few more times before he was cumming, a string of delicious praises escaping his lips as you swallowed him with no issue until he was done and you released him with a pop, proudly showing off your empty tongue to him.

This gave him the push he needed to lean down, taking you by the mouth as he lifted you on top of him again, a squeal escaping your mouth. He took this opportunity to break away and strip you of your sweater, allowing him access to wrap his mouth around your nipple, making you squirm as his other hand-rolled the other one between his thumb and pointer finger, “Your tits are so pretty, princess.” The pet name made you keen against him as you propped yourself up on your knees so he didn’t have to lean down. He took this chance to rid you of the rest of your clothes, which you helped him maneuver in return.

Your fingers threaded in his hair as he ravished your chest, “Shit, that feels so good, Hobi.” The nickname made his cock twitch.

“Wanna eat you out, gotta take you to bed.” He rasped against your breasts.

“You can just lay me here-”

“No, I wanna do this on my bed with you.” He was evidently in a lustful daze as he stood, wrapping your legs around his waist, making you squeal, “Wanna see that beautiful body on my sheets.” Another thing Hoseok has never said to a companion before. In fact, he usually preferred they didn’t see his room and often brought them to a guest room instead. However, nothing could stop him from making sure he had the image of your fucked out body in his bed burned into his memory forever.

He laid you down gently on the nice, most definitely expensive, midnight blue sheets and a black duvet. You watched with bated breath as he licked a slow stripe up your fold, making you toss your head back. You nearly screamed when he gathered your juices at your hole on his tongue and slurped, “So sweet, my baby girl.” He hummed against your clit, making you gasp before you groaned through shut lips, “Speak for me, sweetness, don’t be shy now.” He slipped a finger in you with ease, making the both of your groan as he lapped at your clit, “Always so wet for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, daddy.” You were breathless, being fucked dumb without his dick being inside you yet, “Oh fuck, I feel myself getting close already, what the fuck.” You choked on your breath as his tongue stiffened, adding additional pressure as he worked at the hood of your clit, sending ripples of pleasure throughout your core.

“You flatter me, darling.” He chuckled before his tongue continued his ministrations as he slipped a second finger in, scissoring them to stretch you out. You gripped the sheets next to your thighs and he brought one hand up to hold your left one, which you grabbed tightly, making him smile against your dripping sex, “My baby is so cute.” He gushed before he dove into your core with an unforeseen vigor like he was a man dying of thirst and you were his endless oasis. This was enough to send you over the edge, ripping a scream from your throat.

“Fuck, fuck!” You gripped his hand as the orgasm shattered your sense of reality, still sending waves of pleasure through your body after the high, “Fuck me daddy, please, wanna feel you.”

“I know, my love, let me just grab a condom-” You gripped his forearm before he could leave, shaking your head, not even registering the pet name.

“Let me feel you, Hobi.” You stared at him with pleading eyes and he didn’t have it in him to say no, breaking another one of his rules because of how adorable you were, but he had seen your test results on the fridge and you saw his, “Want to feel you cum inside me.” You spoke through pouty lips and that was all the convincing he needed before he slid in you carefully.

When he finally bottomed out, you both moaned. You were so warm and pliant against his bare cock, it was addicting, He couldn’t fuck anyone other than you, he could not conceive that being a reality as you took him to nirvana, “You’re so tight, baby.” He leaned down as he pulled you into a loving kiss, “Gonna make love to you, darling.” he spoke, his words not being properly thought through. He was too preoccupied to fear scaring you off when you felt this good around him, his mind was blank, only you in his mind.

The mention of being made love to you, made you gasp, mind also too cloudy to understand the gravity, “Yes, Hobi, make love to me, please.” You begged so sweetly into his mouth as he rocked into you at a slow pace, but he was going deep, “Feel so full, daddy.” You turned your head to the side as he kissed down your neck, reciprocating marks you left on his skin onto yours. The sensations leading you to roll your hips in rhythm with his, “I love it.” You held him close to you, making his head go into a tizzy with your skin pressed so deeply against his.

“You’re squeezing me, love.” He grunted, “You gonna cum for daddy again?” His tone was sweet against your ear as he nibbled on the lobe and you whined, nodding, “It’s okay, pretty girl, I’m gonna cum too, you want me to cum inside of your pretty pussy, hm?” You nodded, “Words, sweetness.”

“Yes!” You gasped out, and he was going to speed up then, but you continued, “I want you to fuck your cum into me, Hobi, breed me, make me your pretty wife.” Before you even had the chance to be mortified, a deep growl was ripped from Hoseok as he fucked you deeper, making you clutch onto him harder while he grunted into your ear.

“Yeah, baby? You want me to fuck my cum into you, make you my pretty housewife?” His breath was hot against your ear.

“Please, Hoseok, please fuck your cum deep inside of me, fuck!” You could no longer form coherent words, nearly babbling and begging for his cum as he fucked himself deeper into you.

“That’s right, my love, gonna fuck my cum into you, make you my wife-shit- and we’ll live happily ever after, hm?” He smiled wickedly, “I’ll be your prince, sweetness.” You clenched around him, subconsciously signaling to him this was exactly what you wanted to hear, even though you both were in no state of mind to understand how insane you both sound. Eventually, you both were murmuring sweet nothings and promises of lifelong commitment until his pace sped up and you both devolved into needy moans until you came, skyrocketing Hosedok into his orgasm. He kept his promise, fucking his cum deep into you.

It took nearly 10 minutes for you both to stop panting, Hoseok still inside of you, regardless of how soft. He laid his forehead on yours again, both of you breathing in each other's afterglow. Never in a million years would you let this kind of things slide, nor Hoseok, but it felt so right, so you both laid like that until you dozed off, Hoseok still on top of you it was comforting, like a weighted blanket.

Hoseok watched you slumber take you with a soft smile. He lazily brushed away a drop of sweat above your brow and you didn't even stir. Surely, you would wake up when he pulled out of and he could have you both clean off, but a cat nap could serve you well. Plus, he wanted to relish in the moment of being inside of you, plugging you up with his cum. On your calendar in your apartment was a birth control refill date, so he wasn't too worried there. The last thing he wanted was a child when he would much rather have a pretty wife to dote on.

That wife could be you. He smiled fondly. He could only hope you weren't embarrassed about what you said when you woke up, it was still, at the end of the day, sex talk. Although, you being his wife was by no means off the table. He didn't believe in love at first sight, but you were the closest thing to it. He's not a crazy person, though, not going to drop the L-word on day two of knowing you. He was, however, 100% sure you were going to be his wife and more importantly, move in by the end of the year. He knew that much.

With a soft kiss to your forehead, "Sweetness, we should clean up a bit." Hoseok's soft voice coaxed you from light sleep, "I'm gonna slide out and start the bath, okay?" You nodded sleepily and he fought the urge to gush.

The moment was short-lived as you both cringed at the feeling of his soft dick leaving your entrance, "Who knew I had a breeding kink?" You chuckled to distract from the discomfort.

He laughed, now fully detached from you, "Who knew I did too?" He chuckled, giving you a quick kiss on the lips before getting the bath ready.

You blew a sigh of relief. Good, he wasn't weird about the breeding and the wife comments. Your horny brain does you no favors, but luckily Hoseok indulged you without judgment.

Maybe you have a potential boyfriend on your hands, but he is Hoseok, so you shouldn't get your hopes up too much. He was miles out of your league even without the prestige.

"I'm coming sweetness!" He called as you heard the bath running and you smiled at the eagerness in his voice.

"I can walk to you, you know!" You responded with a light tone.

He emerged from the bathroom, hands on his hips, in all his naked glory with a mocking glare, "I never said you couldn't, smartie pants, but I'm coming to get you anyway." You rolled your eyes but complied, wrapping your arms around his neck as he carried you to the bathtub like you were a blushing bride.

"Oh, in case you were worried, I'm clean and on the pill and whatnot." You added lightly as he placed you in the beautiful garden tub that could fit at least four people.

He nodded, "Yeah, I saw it on your fridge the other day." He kissed the tip of your nose, "I can't believe I only met you just a couple of days ago." He mused, massaging your shoulders, "Feels like I've known you for eons."

You felt your cheeks heat, "Are you saying we're soulmates or something?" You giggled.

"Maybe we are." He gave you a kiss before he spun you around, back to his chest as he rubbed the soap on your body, "Maybe I will make you my pretty little housewife after all."

You sunk down in embarrassment, "Just drown me." You sulked but he held you up against him in defiance, "How can I be your housewife if I don't want kids right now?"

You felt him shrug, "Who said anything about kids?" He kissed the shell of your ear as he rinsed your body, "I just want to provide for my cute little wife and come home to her." He mused and you sighed dreamily, "You don't even have to cook or clean."

You hummed, amused, "Don't threaten me with a good time." You initiated the kiss and he hummed in return.

His mouth ghosted over yours, "Who said it's a threat?" He pecked you, "That's a promise, sweetness."

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And that should have been that. It really should have been the end of the chapter with only an epilogue left and a callback to his "promise" during your wedding vows. However, life was not so merciful.

That was the thing about relationships, which you always knew. Real-life popped the bubble you and Hoseok lived in that week in his apartment, and it popped that bubble way quicker than you thought. You and Hoseok lived in pure domestic bliss in his apartment that week you were off and then he left for work one day and… he never came back.

He wasn’t dead. No, no, far from it. He just left and the next thing you knew a chauffeur knocked on the door and said he was instructed to take you home. Naturally, you went home and found your apartment ransacked, because of course, you did. That was the cherry on top, really. Not only was your apartment ransacked, nothing was taken. It was either an intimidation tactic or they saw nothing of value in your home, both were equally plausible and demeaning. Your first instinct was to call your… paramore? Boyfriend? Person? Only for it to go to voicemail, awesome.

So here you were, in a crime scene with a huge mess to clean up. Nevertheless, you kept your head held high, sure that he was doing whatever crime he needed to do and he would call you back in no time.

This hope was squashed by the next Saturday when you went to a club and saw Hoseok. Before the thought to merely wave at him, he met eyes with you. It was a cold stare, void of any warmth, let alone emotion as he walked over to you. He stopped short of an arm’s length and merely said, "You need to stop calling me."

"Wait- can't you-"

He shook his head, "No, I can't." He snapped and your eye twitched.

"Don't interrupt me just to talk to me like I'm a child." You returned his tone tenfold and he almost found himself shrinking under your scrutiny, "I'm allowed to stutter when I'm confused."

He sighed, looking away from you, actively needing to avoid your eyes, "Look, we won't work, so just save yourself the trouble and stop calling me."

“So you just decided this on your own?” You raised a brow as the man nodded.

“I know what I told you before, but the afterglow wore off and now I’m back in reality.” His voice seemed almost saddened, "You're not safe with me."

You scoffed, "I don't know why I thought this would go any differently." You fixed your gaze on him, "The least you could've done is tell me this a fucking week ago."

He shrugged, looking away from you again, "I never claimed to be that good of a guy."

You rolled your eyes again, "I know." This caught his attention and you fought the lip quiver when you saw nothing in his eyes, "I guess I just had faith in you." You saw the smallest flicker of emotion in his eyes, still unreadable, "Silly me, I guess." You turned on your heel, not looking back.

Your words hit Hoseok like a steel bat to the knees, but he watched with a tight jaw as you walked away. He expected to feel relieved, to feel the weight of the promises he made to you lift off, but it felt like he only further weighed himself down with guilt.

The next week went on for Hoseok, business as usual. Even so, each day he cursed himself more and more for chickening out on you like that. Everything was getting too real too quick, and so he did what he always did, ran away. He had seriously overestimated himself on how ready he was to settle down with you. He couldn't even commit to keeping in contact with his family. You were so beautiful and eager and it was just so scary to have someone depend on him like that.

"Ah, Hoseok!" Namjoon's wife chirped as the six men in the dining room set the table and the plates of food she made in front of her and Jungkook's girlfriend before taking their seats, "What a rare sight you've been lately, but I had a feeling so I made a plate for you anyway!"

He presented the eight people before him with a tight smile, "Thanks, I appreciate it." He sat down on the other side of Namjoon's wife at the end of the table while on her other side was Jungkook's girlfriend who smiled warmly at him with kind eyes.

"I'm happy you're here for the family dinner this week." She beamed as Jungkook kissed her cheek and Hoseok felt a sad sense of loneliness at the happy couple, "We all missed you, but I understand the thrill of a new love interest."

It was true Hoseok had been avoiding his chosen family. Usually, he would never do this. He was actually one of the most excited members to begin weekly family dinners, but since he had gushed to everyone at this table that week you both lived in a domestic bubble, he felt shame having to admit he was a coward. That, and no doubt Namjoon’s wife would have his head for hurting your feelings. She was, by all definitions of the term, protective. She was fiercely protective over the women any of the members had in their life considering the immense pain Namjoon paid for in prison by lying to her. Hoseok shivered at the thought of being on the sharp end of her knife, literally and figuratively.

Namjoon's wife knocked shoulders with her as they giggled and Hoseok sighed, "Yeah, I missed you guys too… but about that…" He blew out a sigh.

"Is she… okay?" Jin asked cautiously, ever the doctor and thoughtful elder.

Hoseok shrugged weakly and Jimin's eyes widened, "You don't know or…?"

Hoseok looked down awkwardly and Jimin shut his mouth, ready to gloss over the subject when a certain art broker opened his unfiltered mouth "Oof, I know that look." Taehyung whistled lowly.

"What are you guys talking abou-" Jungkook looked to Namjoon who shrugged just as Yoongi's smooth voice interjected.

"Guilt." The man with naturally sharp eyes spoke before taking another sip of wine. Before Hoseok could make a half-hearted statement of how much he fucking hates this family right now, someone started speaking first, “Somebody seems to have royally fucked up, and knows it, how unusual.” Yoongi seemed almost amused by the notion.

"And why would Hoseok feel guilt?" Jungkook's girlfriend piped up, making his shoulders drop, "He's a good guy, so something must have happened, don't be so quick to rag on him, guys." Her words were soft and the men nodded softly. She was certainly the glue that kept them level-headed.

Her interjection made him falter in snapping back at the smug men. No way could he make a pass at the family dynamic in front of her. Not only was she one of the nicest people he has met, she cried from happiness the first time everyone agreed to strive for family dinners, she was also one of the most terrifying person Hoseok has ever encountered. She had taken a liking to assisting Jungkook with basement interrogations and he had never seen such a sweet person laugh at splitting the eyelids of traitors. Plus, if he made her cry not only is she capable of causing him immense pain, doubtful she would but Jungkook and hell, especially Namjoon's wife would make his life a nightmare. Plus, he was quite fond of everyone in his makeshift family, he was just wallowing in self-loathing.

"Sweet as always, Honey." Namjoon's wife booped the nose of the woman next to her who responded with a giggle as Namjoon and Jungkook huffed jealously, "However, I want to hear from Hoseok if he did anything to jeopardize the life of a girl who, yes, I looked up, and seems super good for him and kind and deserving of a better life." She placed a fixed glared to Hoseok, raising a brow for him to talk. He was not surprised at all she did her research on you. She was fiercely protective of everyone in the family, so if you had somehow been a traitor, as rare as they are, Namjoon’s wife would know immediately.

Hoseok didn't even bother considering lying to her. While she couldn't detect lies as sharply as you could, she certainly knew how to make people keep talking until she got the answer she needed. Plus, she had quite the temper that only two people knew how to quell and there was no way Namjoon would try to stop her if he lied, "Well, I started feeling... nervous, moving so fast with y/n so I just kind of… left."

The interrogating woman blinked, "And then?"

Hoseok cleared his throat nervously, "I sent her home and when I saw her again, I told her to… stop calling me and forget anything between us happened-"

"Is that true, bub?" Her head cocked dangerously to the side as his eyes shifted to Namjoon, who was suddenly transfixed with his meal and anything other than his brother's eyes. Hoseok solemnly nodded, "Ah, I see." She stifled a giggle, "You left." She turned to her husband, who caught her eyes immediately, "You hear that, baby? He left." Her smile was sadistic at this point.

"So I hear, Junebug." He nodded stiffly before taking a drink, "Do what you have to do, my darling."

"Always will." She sang back before turning to Hoseok, "I'll kill you-!" A mere millisecond went by before she went to dive at Hoseok, stiletto manicure extended to his face. Hoseok prepped himself for the pain, but it never came.

"Junebug, no!" Jungkook's girlfriend wrapped her arms around the aforementioned woman, holding her back, "Hoseok obviously feels bad and no doubt he might try to fix this." She gazed at him as the woman continued thrashing and Hoseok nodded, "See? He just needs to understand a woman's perspective, right?" She pleaded with her eyes and he nodded frantically.

"Oh, well, why didn't you start with that?" Namjoon's wife settled down, patting the hands of Jungkook's girlfriend before snapping her eyes to Hoseok, "I was going to fuck your shit up for hurting that poor girl with no remorse, but I'd be happy to help to help you fix this." She smiled, "We've been so excited to have another girl in our family, I lost myself in that excitement a bit."

"We?" Namjoon questioned.

"Honey and I, duh." She leaned her head on the shoulder of the very woman, making the men, bar Jungkook and Namjoon, giggle, "Whichever poor girl you guys choose are like my kid sisters, the closest thing I'll have to kids, so I get protective, sue me." She glared at the no longer chuckling Jimin.

"I think it's sweet, Junebug." Jungkook's girlfriend patted the shoulder of her friend, "And Hoseok," The man in question straightened his back, "I get you feel bad, Hoseok, but you have people to talk to, judging by what she said, she doesn't." He felt his heartbreak even more, "She probably feels really alone right now. I don't know what I would do if Jungkook dumped me like that."

"I'd sooner die, baby." He kissed her temple and beamed when she patted his cheek lovingly.

"However, I understand being scared, I know I was, but that's why you talk candidly to her about it." She was soft in her tone and so terribly right, "Especially since you told us you… uh…"

"Raw dogging it and the saying fuck off is a douchebag move, Hobi." Namjoon's wife cute in, midway through chewing and Hoseok wished for the Earth to swallow him whole at the way the men around him whooped and whistled, "If you’re scared, wouldn’t she be too?”

“W-Well, she didn’t talk-” Hoseok tried to defend himself in vain.

“She didn’t talk to you about it? Gee, who does that sound like?” Namjoon’s wife raised a brow and he froze.

“What Junebug means is, she was probably just as scared, but she was willing to take that chance or maybe she would have done the thoughtful thing and talked it through with you.” Jungkook’s girlfriend was right and that was what hurt the most, “Do you want to be with her, fearful or not, does that sound like something you want?”

Hoseok didn’t miss a beat in nodding.

“Well, there you go, then.” Namjoon’s wife threw her hands up before taking a breath, “So, give it a few days, assuming she doesn’t contact you which I doubt she will, and then just be honest. If you lost her-”

“Then that won’t do, will it?” Namjoon interjected thoughtfully, seemingly thinking of a plan before his wife shot him a glare.

“If he lost her, we’ll go from there, but you cannot force her to love you, especially after fucking up like that.” Hoseok nodded at Namjoon’s wife’s words solemnly, “Good, now eat properly, you look like you haven’t been this whole time.”

Dinner went without death threats and more advice on how to apologize that Hoseok was grateful for. Leaving Jungkook's house, he noticed a voicemail from you and nearly went back inside to ask for more help, but he stopped himself. You hadn't called once since he told you to stop, so he was curious. However, he wasn't sure if he could take you saying mean, but accurate, things as well. Heaving a sigh, he pressed the 2-minute voicemail and listened as he drove home.

"I-I know you said not to call anymore but I-" Instantly, his blood ran cold when he heard you evidently sobbing and he found himself cutting the wheel to head to your place, "I don't know who to call. I mean, I can't call the cops because-" You broke off into a sob, "There's so much blood and-and I don't know what to do!" You shrieked and broke down more. Blood? What do you mean blood? Were you hurt? "Fuck and of course you didn't fucking answer!" You sniffled, "Forget it, just fucking forget it, I'll-I can do this myself!" In spite of your words, you seemed to merely set the phone down instead of hanging up and Hoseok could hear your painful cries and the sound of liquid sloshing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry but please get off." He could hear you mumbling to yourself as he stepped on the gas, "It's okay, we're even now, right?" You were evidently hysterical as the rest of the voicemail was spent filled with your cries.

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It was a typical Friday night in, or at least it started out that way. You had been understandably upset throughout the week and as much as you wanted to prove a point by going out and getting dolled up, you weren't feeling it even a little. Instead, you had a series of romantic comedies queued up and you ordered food in while roasting marshmallows using your pocket lighter.

It all really happened in what felt like the blink of an eye.

Midway through the second movie, there was a resounding knock, more of a bang, at your door. Thoughtlessly, always thoughtlessly, you cracked the door open, the chain still attached, and nearly vomited at the sight.

The man before you had grown a sloppy beard since the last time you saw him. It was patchy and crept down his neck, providing a messy trail to his sweat-dried muscle shirt with brown stains telling you he worked outside, if at all. He had a flannel tied around his waist and jeans splotched with dirt. Your mom had once mentioned this piece of human garbage owned a lawn work company after being kicked from university. His boots were covered in dirt, making you scrunch your nose before he cleared his throat at your very apparent disgust, "We have to talk about your mom." Han Jinsoo fixed a sharp gaze at you and you felt fear wrack through your body, “She needs money and you have the responsibility as her daughter to-”

You repeatedly shook your head, "Leave." You went to slam the door only to be stopped by his hand slamming on the weakened wood, "You aren't supposed to be within 50 feet of me." You seethed, tears already clawing their way to your eyes as his own scrutinized you, just like they did that day.

“I tried to do this when you weren’t home, but you don’t have money hidden.” He tsked as he watched your face twist with horror at him being the one who ransacked your apartment, rolling his eyes as if you had just told him his shoelaces were untied, "This is bigger than that-"

"I don't care about my mom so le-"

It really all happened in the blink of an eye. He grabbed the chain, the only thing keeping you from him, and ripped the cheap metal from the door with his hand. He barrelled his way in, failing in slamming the door behind him, repeating the phrase, "I just wanna talk." Yet, he stalked over to you hands outreached. Stricken with fear by the familiar scene, you grabbed the now-empty forked tool you used to hold the marshmallows and thrust it forward with the intent to threaten him.

The only issue was it slid into his stomach like butter.

He screeched and before you knew it, you recoiled your arm only to push it further. You saw yourself in his eyes one more time and surely it was a trick of the light but you were almost smiling at the pure fear in his eyes. You had that same fear when he found you all those years ago and it was utterly cathartic for him to experience that gut-wrenching mix of hoping you don't die and wanting nothing more than to cease existing at that moment.

You blacked out, really, the act itself flushed from your mind, your subconscious protecting you just like it always had. You only came to when his limp body landed on top of yours as his guts spilled out onto your pants. Your arms felt like noodles, your dominant one being unbelievably sore. However, you couldn't get him off, and no sooner later, you began to wail.

You weren't sure why you were crying, really. You wanted to believe it was because you felt bad taking the life of a man, but it really only felt like taking your life back for him. The reality was you were just scared of not knowing what to do now. You would have a hard time claiming defense with not a scratch on you and his intentions laying on your shins. Although, trying to articulate your feeling at that moment was not a priority.

There was a thick puddle of blood that only kept growing as it clung to your skin, "No, no, no, no." You spoke to yourself as you cried. You switched between crying and dry heaving as his body stayed, pinning your lower half to face what you've done. Any other time, you could get him off, but you were too shaky and freaking out way too much to properly move him.

You made the call to Hoseok, which really only made you more upset as you pleaded to no one for help before casting your phone aside, "I didn't want to, but you-you shouldn't have been here in the first place." You spoke in crazed mumbles, unsure if you were trying to convince yourself or practice for what you would say to detectives, until the door you saw a figure appear at the, you just realized, open door.

You gasped, thinking you were fucked for sure, "It's okay, it's okay." Hoseok shut the door behind him as he surveyed the disaster before him.

A man much larger than you was covered in blood and puncture wounds and he noticed your arms were smeared with, now dried blood, making him worry about how long you've been trying to get out from under this guy. The body in question had dozens of puncture wounds, some much larger than others, insinuating you drop the bloodied poker next to the body into him to the hilt. Judging by the copious, amounts of blood, that's exactly what happened. The initial question he had was who the hell was this guy?

"I-I didn't mean to but he forced his way in and-" You began babbling as Hoseok silently moved his body off of you and kicking his innards aside unceremoniously, which you took the opportunity to dart away to the nearest wall, dragging blood with you.

He let the body fall ungraciously as he pulled out his phone to send a text to get a cleanup crew in your apartment. As you tried to stumble through what happened, he could tell you needed him more than he needed to clean this up himself.

He had never seen you so upset before. Even when he saw you, eyes fresh from crying, on the street, he had never seen you shed a tear. Yet, here you were, sobbing into your bloodied hands, shaking violently, body covered in crimson, apologizing to either Hoseok or the man on your apartment floor over and over again, "Shh, shh." Hoseok cooed as he sank down to his knees to be at eye level with you. You hiccupped before looking at him and you nearly cried again to be met with the same Hoseok you saw when he first made love to you. The eye contact lasted a mere moment before tears blurred your vision he brought his hand behind your head to embrace you lightly as you clung to his shirt, "I'm here now, it's okay." You sobbed again and he tightened his hold on you, "I'll fix it, okay?" He pulled you back from him to lean his forehead against your and you closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling, "Don't worry about anything, you didn't do anything wrong, okay?"

Your eyes opened again, glossier than ever, "But I-I killed him-"

"You were protecting yourself." His voice was firm, yet soft, and he held you close again. This whole thing felt like his fault. Had he not been such a coward, you would still be at his apartment, or with him at the very least, "Let's get you cleaned up, okay?" You nodded and he lifted you up, carrying you to the bathroom, giving the crown of your head kisses each time you cried.

He stripped you of your clothing delicately as he placed you in the tub so you could sit down while he ran a washcloth gently over your skin. You watched as the flakes of dry blood landed on the still-wet blood on your thighs. However, as you watched more blood go down the drain, you began to feel well enough to wash your hair, it also being matted with blood from laying in the puddle, "But don't I have to clean the mess?" You asked, almost child-like as you nearly finished getting all the blood off.

"No, sweetness, I have someone taking care of it." He reassured you and you nodded, "All you have to do is know it's not your fault and you did nothing wrong." He sounded so sure, but if you had ever once been of stable mind, logic would tell you stabbing someone, you would later find out, 72 times, and degutting them was, at best, excessive for protecting yourself. You didn't have it in you to not take Hoseok's words as fact, you never did, "You were protecting yourself, and I'm proud of you for doing that."

You nodded, "I know you said not to call…" You trailed off and he shook his head.

"And I don't plan to say anything that fucking dumb again." He assured you, "I'm glad you called me." He punctuated the sentence with a kiss on your forehead, "It's going to be me and you from now on, okay?" You nodded, "I'm going to take care of you." His tone was finite yet comforting, "I'll make you my pretty little housewife, I promise." Just like that, he made you forget the situation you were in, even for a moment, and it was euphoric as you leaned up to catch his lips in a kiss of desperate passion after two weeks of being apart, "I'll never leave you alone like that again. I promise, baby."

Hoseok covered your eyes as he carried you to the bedroom, the only place in your apartment not ravished by blood. He had changed into clothes of his you wore home and laid with you until your breathing was steady. He stroked your face, heart cracking at your tear stains. The exhaustion caught up with you quickie as you laid in Hoseok arm, but nevertheless, you spoke, “I don’t suppose you’re calling the cops?” You asked half-jokingly, but your face was set in a permanent frown.

Hoseok softly scoffed, amused at the question, “Not, exactly.” He mused, “Legally, he will be reported dead, though. I can go over details with you tomorrow.” His tone was soft, “For now, rest, okay?”

As if he merely flicked a switch, you were completely out. The exhaustion of the day caught up to you in a split second. A dreamless sleep was a warm welcome after facing your worst nightmare, and abruptly murdering him. Although, visions of you laughing and mocking his cries for help flipped through your mind. Visions of you asking if this was how you sounded crying out for help or begging for mercy as you watched the horror in his eyes with gratification as the life slipped away from them.

What isn’t shown in movies that show murder is how much your arm hurts the following day. The pain itself was what woke you up in the first place. The entirety of your arm felt no stronger than a jello cup and your head pounded with the after-effects of crying, something you evidently needed to allow yourself to do judging by the nuisance of a headache. Beyond that, you felt no different as a person when your eyes fluttered open to be faced with the dusk-soaked apartment you were met with each day when you woke up for work. Had it not been for your body reminding you, you wouldn’t even believe yesterday genuinely happened.

Right on cue, a strong arm wrapped around you protectively, “Good morning.” Hoseok’s husky morning voice brushed along your ear.

“Morning.” You struggled to get out evenly, your throat raw from your hysterics mere hours ago.

“Let me get you some water, sweetness.” He lightly kissed your temple and you nodded, not meeting his eyes as he left your room. You should probably feel a little pathetic, calling a guy who ghosted you to fix your problems. However, as the man in question brought you water with a sense of dejavu from your first time together, you couldn’t feel anything but a little bit of triumph.

“Thank you.” You smiled politely, unsure how to approach the question of the major crime you committed yesterday as you felt the cold liquid lubricate your throat, “Uh.. so…” You spoke before properly finding the words.

"That guy… he was the one who-" Before Hoseok could find considerate words you nodded.

"I'm sure you know by now, don't you?" He nodded, guilty of searching for him, "When I came home from yours, my place had been ransacked, nothing was taken, which he admitted was him and when he couldn't find anything… he tried asking me directly." You shrugged and the silence was palpable. Hoseok seemed to be crunching numbers in his head, searching for the right move to make.

“I’m sorry.” Hoseok blurted, much to the surprise of both of you, “I...I fucked up really bad leaving you alone like that, and I never…” He stopped himself for a moment, “I ran away from the feelings I felt for you, but they just stayed with me and I don’t know if you feel the same, but I hope you can at least forgive me.” Holy fuck, he was in love with you. The notion laid dormant in his words in between shaky breaths and pauses you recognized in your own work.

“You’re the only person I don’t hate or feel indifferent towards.” You spoke honestly, heartwarming as he smiled in relief. In spite of your feelings and your honesty, you still had watched a lie flicker between his eyes when he feigned defeat at the possibility you didn’t reciprocate his emotions. Part of you knew you had opened Pandora’s box continuing to spend time with such a dangerous man, let alone a time so embroiled in raw emotion and passion. An alternate path crossed your mind. A path where you rejected Hoseok with the idea you would continue living your life. A path where he would feign acceptance and make a thinly veiled threat of exposing you for the murderer you are if you didn't give him a shot. Maybe even a path where he would destroy your livelihood indirectly enough to elicit forgiveness as well as your dependence. The paths were messy, but they all ended the same: you with him.

You didn't have the power to reject him and walk away, but you did have the power of romantic influence over him. Regardless of your genuine affection for him, the romantic influence sounded the most desirable and was the most beneficial between the two. You weren't an idiot, but fortunately, you were in love.

"I do love you, Jung Hoseok, and I'm not scared to say it." You raised an expectant brow at him, "The mere week we spent together was the longest I went without being lied to and love is honesty." You leaned toward him, mouth hovering a breath away, "And you'll promise to love me from now on, won't you?" You cocked your head ever so slightly as the man, knowing full well what you meant, nodded eagerly before closing the gap, enclosing you in a short but passionate kiss.

"I love you, and I'll just keep showing you how much, okay?" He mumbled against your mouth, desperately promising to give you the world, "I meant it when I said it's me and you, sweetness."

"What I did yesterday, it didn't mess anything up for our future?" You asked after your arm cried out trying to caress his hair as he keened at the mention of a joint future.

Hoseok pulled away ever so slightly, "No, baby, he died by getting caught in his woodchipper, remember?" He kissed you once before taking your hand, "My pretty little housewife will never have to worry about anything, ever." He cooed, pressing a loving kiss to your temple.

He walked you throughout your pristine apartment one last time, no trace of blood or even a struggle. He asked you how you felt as he packed your things while you sat on the bed and you shrugged. The murder didn't weigh heavy on your mind in the slightest. The fear was rooted in getting caught and with that taken care of, all that was left was the catharsis of having murdered a looming ghost in your past. That should concern you, but it really didn't. Not when there were no consequences. Not anymore.

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death valley (m) | part 5

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, taehyung x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 6.9k (hehe)

warnings: reader discretion advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex, oral sex, coersive sex, yandere behaviors, heavy drug use, sex while intoxicated, implied use of date rape drugs, GUNS, shootings, breast play, a literal fire (bultaoreune lol), begging, dom!yoongi, softdom!taehyung, choking, manipulation, kidnapping, feelings of fear, crying, unwanted advances, cuddles with jin, reader needs a shower damn, jin calls you a dumb fuck (in the nicest way possible?), everyone has abs

a/n: rock with me baby ;) this one’s short n steamy bc full disclosure streaming butter became my full time job for a hot few days, but ill make up for it. make the next one nice n spicy

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F L A S H B A C K—

The clink of the ice cubes against the plastic rim of your rum and coke fade against the pounding electric guitar, echoing through the enclosed walls. Red dice tumble onto the wood floors and cherry lips smack against bated breaths. Your attention is lost in the swirl of your bendy straw as you gnawed away at the flaccid tip.

The leather jacket felt snug around you, and you were unsure if it was the skewed ratio of alcohol in your drink or the blushing reminder that this was Park Jimin’s jacket around you that had you feeling a deep glow within yourself. You waited, hoping he would come claim back what was his. After chasing him for so long, he finally noticed you.

“How you doin love?” Your head turned to meet a sweet, dark chocolate gaze. Just bitter enough to leave you wanting another taste. His plaid shirt was tight around his slim figure, flowing over tight black jeans. You felt his hand on the small of your back, laying a bit lower than you would’ve liked. His other hand tugged the straw from your chapped lips to bring it to his own as he sipped your drink before letting out a heavy sigh. “Sweet” He licked his lips, grinning at you.

“Hey there. You part of the crew?” You batted your eyelashes at him, letting your naughty fingers fiddle with the collar of his shirt. Maybe if Jimin saw you with another man he would get jealous. It was worth a try. The man smirked. 

“Yeah. My name is Min Suga, I’m one of Jimin’s sound engineers” He ruffled his white hair, the ends of which were damp with sweat, “Enjoy the show tonight?”

And so commenced a flirtatious conversation, while you buttered up the young musician, he slid a white powder into the drink he offered to make you. The haze of the night was remembered only by fits of giggles and the hot touch of the stranger and his gorgeous silver rings as they touched every part of you, leaving you a mess of small pants and eager moans. It wasn’t long before he pulled you into his lap and you could feel his desperate arousal pressing between your legs. 

You watched as he lit a cigarette and pushed the tip between your lips. The pout of your lips as you inhaled had him grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him. You twirled the bud in your nimble fingers before he took it from you, taking a hit himself. A few puffs later, the alcohol was hitting you strong, and in the grey smoke that clouded your eyes, you began to see another face entirely. 

“Minnie” You groaned, forcing your chest to squeeze against his as much as you could. You wanted nothing more than to burn the clothes off your body and feel him, every inch of him in every way. You nibbled his ear. He took the burning end of the cigarette and pressed it into your shoulder.

“Wanna get out of here, love?” You nodded your head, a wave of tiredness hitting you as you fell limp into his arms. 

He brought you to a nearby motel, chaining your arms to the headboard before diving into you like a starved man. You only remember feeling pure bliss, finally having the man you had dreamt of ravish you like you always wanted. 

He choked you, muffling your desperate sounds into a pillow as you cried out “Faster Jimin….please go faster I need...I need you…please”

You had fallen asleep right after, completely unconscious as he fucked you over and over again. He pounded your tired body feverishly before he heard angry knocking at the door. The door burst open and he found himself looking down the barrel of a gun.

“Get the fuck out of here before I call the police you bastard”

When you finally woke up, he was gone. The headache you were left with did nothing to distract you from the piercing guilt in your heart when you realized what had happened. You barely remembered anything about the boy you had just slept with, but as you looked at Jimin’s jacket tossed on the floor, you knew that the man you had fucked had definitely not been him. 

P R E S E N T   D A Y—

No...it couldn’t be. Please don’t let it be true. A feeling of nausea swirls in your stomach. You desperately tried to get your mind to stay ignorant to the reality that was now showing you its face. Yoongi. 

He glanced your way with those alluring eyes, unbothered as always. Even now you yearned for a reaction. He gave you nothing. You were rendered useless, confused, dazed, and utterly lost.

“Don’t worry it’s just me” He leaned forward to give you a kiss on the cheek. His lips lingered slightly, and you could hear him inhale sharply as he placed his fingers on your chin. 

In the cool moonlight, his dark eyes glimmered. In his gaze was a fantasy you wanted to slip away in. You couldn’t help yourself. Every fiber of your being was screaming for you to turn away -- but you couldn’t. Stings of that night pierced the top of your back. The aching pain still between your legs the morning after. 

You heard him curse under his breath. His lips barely touching yours before he softly spoke “I’m sorry if I scared you love” He turned away briefly, “Taehyung told me that someone was threatening Jin with your life. I had to make sure you were safe.” 

You gave Taehyung a look, praying that somehow he could read your thoughts and give you some answers, but he didn’t meet your eyes. His eyes were glued to the road. You had never seen him this serious ever. 

“I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to you. Let’s just go home okay?” Yoongi sighed, tracing his nose down your neck, breathing you in. You squirmed as his hand slid beneath your collar and softly clenched your breast. 

You let out a soft moan as he squeezed you. “Wait d...don’t” The tone of your voice contrasting your pleads as your eyes fluttered shut, fading away in the sensation of his electrifying touch.

“Yoongi” His advancements halted at the sound of Taehyung’s stern voice. “She said don’t” He growled lightly. You see a glimpse of Yoongi rolling his eyes in the mirror before he sank back into the seat. You turn to Taehyung, who’s jaw was clenched tight. Knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. He pulled up in front of your building, you tried to reach for him, shaking his knee slightly. 

“Taehyung” You whispered as Yoongi stepped out of the car, “Hey...what’s really going on?” You see him gulp. Yoongi tapped on your window expectantly. “Taehyung please” He shook his head, chuckling bitterly while covering his mouth with the back of his hand. 

Yoongi finally got impatient and opened the door, dragging you out. He pulled you into a light embrace, kissing your forehead before waving to Taehyung.

Back in his apartment, Yoongi led you carefully back to his bedroom. He pulled down the back of your shirt to look at the scars he had given you the previous night. You had almost forgotten about them. He ran his finger over the tender flesh, causing you to wince. He pressed his lips behind your ear, causing them to flush with heat as he pulled your shirt off of you. 

“W...what did you write on me?” Your voice wavered with fear.

Tossing the garment aside, he turned you towards him, stroking his fingers over your cheeks gently. “My name”

You blinked as his fingers, “You...what?” You felt his tongue glide against your lips. “Yoongi what the fuck?” He sucked harshly as you tried backed away from him. “Are you crazy why would you...” He broke away and sighed, turning his back to you.

You watched as his silk shirt slid down his toned shoulders, revealing a beautiful tattoo. The one you had seen glimpses of. The prospect of which turned you on beyond reason. Y/n. It was your name.

You were trembling, unsure if you should feel afraid or not. “Yoongi...why?”

He smiled at you softly, and you watched as he began to pull the silver rings off of his fingers and set them onto his bedside table. From the same surface he grabbed a lighter. He advanced towards you, backing you against a window. The cool surface on your back did nothing to ease the overwhelming heat radiating within you. 

“When you’re young, it’s easy to do things that are really impulsive. So easy to get caught up in fantasies...you know how it is” Yoongi snapped the lighter between your faces, and you stared at the dancing flame. “Don’t you remember me?” The lighter began to flicker, on and off. As the fire captured your focus your mind began to digest his words. You met his eyes again, and everything clicked. You felt like someone punched you in the gut, all the air escaping your lungs instantly.

“You were a part of Jimin’s crew. I...I hooked up with you” You sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than anything. Yoongi reached into his back pock and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it before tossing it aside. The smoke blurred your vision. He inhaled deeply before blowing out onto your neck. He smirked, setting it down and allowing his arms to circle your waist.

“Yeah you did. But you said the wrong name, so I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t forget again. A little payback if you will” You raised your eyebrows at him before he chuckled slightly, “Mm kidding love”

Yoongi’s fingers pulled at the back of your bra, bringing his forehead to your to see your eyes more clearly. The straps on your shoulders went loose as he unclipped the garment, allowing it to fall flat on the ground. He tilted your face to his. He hummed softly against your lips, savoring your taste, “It’s all in the past now. I’m sorry I hurt you but...I really want you. I want you so much. Do you want me love?”

You gulped, eyelashes brushing against his as you nodded slightly. An approving growl escaped him, giving you goosebumps as he kissed you deeply. 

He pulled away from you, moving his lips down your shoulder and your arm until his was sucking on your fingers. He took your hand and led you to the bed--to your surprise sitting himself down first, spreading his legs wide and bringing you onto his lap.

He grabbed under breast softly, pushing the tender mounds up with his palms and looked up at you. "I want you to show me” He spit on your chest, using his saliva and rubbing your nipples with his thumbs, “Show me how much you want me.” You arched your back as he pinched you harshly. 

“Yoongi” You clenched his black hair, digging your nails into his scalp. You pushed his face into your chest, falling over him. You felt his gasp for air between your breasts as he clenched your ass, dragging your shorts down. 

“Fucking goddess” He mumbled, the vibrations from his deep voice hitting you between your legs, making you melt into his lap. You rolled your hips, feeling his clothed cock against your damp folds. 

“I’m...so wet” You squealed, not caring how pathetic you sounded as you began grinding on his lap. Yoongi’s tongue wrapped around your right breast as you bounced on him. “Yoongi...Yoongi” You cried out, the sensations pushing you over the edge. “Fuck me please. Please.” You hear him laugh as you came, watching as a wet patch appeared on the crotch of his pants.

“That’s right, beg for me” Yoongi let his hands slide behind him, holding himself up as he watched you fuck yourself onto him silly. 

You felt tears well in your eyes, the frustration building in your core as it clenched down on nothing, desperately trying to ride out your high. “Want your cock. Please. Please Yoongi fuck...”

Yoongi reached back for his cigarette and took a quick puff as you began to sob. “Go ahead” He regarded you with a shrug. You wiped your tears and unbuttoned his jeans, scrambling to pull them off his long legs. With one hand holding himself up and the other twirling the cigarette, Yoongi watched as you pulled out his long, throbbing cock.

You dropped down, licking your lips before wrapping your tongue around his length. His eyes fluttered shut, leaning back as you filled your throat with him. “Fuck love...justttt like that. There you go” You could feel him thrusting up into you, pushing so deep down your throat you choked, gagging all over him sloppily. “You’re so beautiful” He pulled you back to him, tossing his cigarette aside to guide your hips so his cock lined up with your entrance.

"Wait...wait” You gasped, mixed emotions overwhelming you. You pressed your forehead against his, breathing in his hot breath, lips parted. He carefully sank you down onto him, the push of his length filling you to the brim “Oh fuck Yoongi” You could smell something burning, but your senses were too occupied with the feeling of Yoongi inside of you. He felt so incredibly right, and you wanted to just bask in the amazing fullness of him. His eyes were glued to yours. “I'm scared” You cried out softly. Yoongi froze as tears streaked your face.

“Scared of me?” He asked sincerely, eyes soft as you latched onto him, trembling. His heart clenched as you nodded, sniffling. “Why? I won’t hurt you” He stroked your back affectionately. 

“I like you...a lot. But there’s just...so much going on and I” You gasped, melting into him as you broke down. He shushed you softly, rocking you in his lap slightly, dick still shoved deep inside you. “It’s too much”

He kissed away your tears, bouncing you on his cock in light thrusts, “It’s okay...ssh...” You buried your face into his neck, hugging him tightly as he began to move your hips faster, up and down, squelching onto his cock as you cried. “Fuck your pussy is so perfect love, squeezing my cock like that”

Your eyes fluttered open as his thrusts became frantic. A small set of flames had collected around where Yoongi had thrown his cigarette. Your pussy clenched down as your blood ran cold, causing Yoongi to groan out in pleasure. You pat his back urgently, “Yoongi...stop.” His grip on you tightened as he began thrusting into you even faster, “Yoongi...LOOK.” Your words were lost. You tried to pull away from him but his hold on you was strong. “Yoongi!” You screamed, “There’s a fucking fire”

“Fuck” He cursed out bitterly, placing a hand over your mouth “Just shut up and let me finish” He shoved his fingers into your mouth, causing you to bite down as he hammered his cock up into you, hot cum shooting out and leaking down his length. The flames had spread across the bed, but Yoongi was quick to lift you up in his lap. He kissed your lips quickly as you wrapped your legs around his waist. The flames grew bigger as Yoongi kept his lips glued to yours, eyes widening as you felt him get hard inside you again.

He pushed you against the wall, thrusting wildly, sweat dripping from his forehead as the heat increased. “I love you” He bit down on your lips, making you squirm in discomfort. “Say it...” Your eyes quivered with fear as the flames were getting closer.

“Yoongi we have to get out of here” You screamed. He smacked your thigh, thrusting you so hard that the back of your head was pounding against the wall. You felt dizzy, the burning scent overwhelming you. You felt like you wanted to puke.

“We will, once you say it” His words were soft, unlike the way he was fucking into you like a madman. You gasped for air, feeling dizzy and losing sense of reality. “I’d do anything for you...you know that right?” You gulped. Yoongi began laughing, his words making less and less sense as he chatted away hysterically, “I love you. I love you so much, you understand don’t you? Just say it back. Don’t be cruel. Just say it dammit.” He grabbed your neck and banged your head back onto the wall. Black spots appeared in your vision. You felt him cum again, filling every crevice of you with his sticky cum. You panicked, trying desperately to open you eyes. The carbon monoxide began to suffocate you, you began coughing out--desperately gasping for air.

Yoongi set you onto the ground before you heard a familiar spritz of a fire extinguisher. “Let’s get you in the cell” He mumbled, carrying you princess style and heading over to his second studio. He kicked the door open.

In the dimly lit cellar sat a ruthlessly beaten Jin looking back at him, his eyes full of rage. Yoongi set you down across from him before passing him an amused glance. “I told you I wasn’t messing around” He pulled out a silk robe, wrapping it around your naked body before walking out, locking the door behind him.

-

“Got it” The cheers of the arena echoed through as Hobi slipped his phone back into his pocket before grabbing his gun quickly before hopping into the ring, aiming it right at Jin. Jin growled, blood strained on his wrapped hands as he lifted them up in surrender. He looked down at Namjoon’s unconscious state and spat on him. “You’re a fucking idiot. You realize we’re gonna kill you and Y/n now right?”

Jin rolled his eyes, “Oh come onnnn Jung Hoseok. Do that and I’ll tell Jimin who really caused his little car accident and then watch how he fucking breaks hell on you”

Hobi stiffened, “How do you know that? Who the fuck told you that?”

“I know that, and I also know you drugged and kidnapped Namjoon and Y/n you sick fuck. Jimin’s gonna kill you first, I can almost guarantee it.” Jin sneered.

“W...who are you?” Hobi glanced around, “Do you work for Jimin?” He clicked his tongue, “Doesn’t matter. You’re coming with me” He pulled the trigger. A bullet shot into Jin’s leg and he tumbled to the ground. Hobi grabbed him, lifting him onto his back before motioning to one of his men. “Get Namjoon to a hospital. Fast. Then have someone bring me Jungkook”

“Yeah um, sir...Jungkook was stabbed earlier this morning. He’s at the mansion under medical care, but things aren’t looking great”

“Stabbed? By who?” Hobi’s heart skipped a beat as he heard Jin stifle a dark laugh. 

-

You woke up in a fit of coughs, jumping as you felt a cold hand stroke your back. You scrambled to your knees, a soft red silk robe lying loosely around your body. Goosebumps spread across your body due to the chill air of the small room.

“Are you okay?” You flinched at the sound, squinting your eyes in the faint light to make out Jin’s broad frame. “Here” He hands you a plastic water bottle. You desperately drink, drops trickling down your chin as you try to wash down your smoked out throat.

The second you’re done you throw the bottle at Jin with as much force as you can conjure, “You fucking liar. Why didn’t you throw the fight?” You backed away from him as far as you could. You looked around, unable to make out much except that the room was small, dark, and essentially empty aside form a few boxes lying around. You continued to cough lightly. “They would’ve killed me if Yoongi hadn’t saved me”

“He didn’t save you. Yoongi was the one who threatened me you dumb fuck” Jin scoffed, making no attempt to move towards you. “And I won because I was made aware of some...new information. I knew they wouldn’t actually kill you, okay. I told you I’d keep you safe and I did” 

“No.” You shook your head, “Yoongi...he’s not a part of this. He cares about me, and he’d never threaten me.”

Jin’s eyes widened, “Cares about you? He had someone at the hospital ready to blow your fucking brains out”

“That’s impossible. At the hospital was just me, Taehyung and Hobi”

“Okay yeah, Hobi...he’s definitely involved. He fucking shot me, look” Jin pulled up his shorts to show you a gushing wound, from which blood was pouring out. 

“Oh my God Jin, quick” You looked around frantically for some sort of cloth. Finding nothing you sighed, “Take off your shirt”

Jin shifted uncomfortably “Uh” You rolled your eyes, crawling over to him and tugging his muscle tee off of him yourself. His chest was supple with sweat, bruises lightly scattered over his skin.

“We gotta stop the bleeding. Who’s the dumb fuck now?” You snapped. He watched with interest as you wrapped his leg tightly, wincing in pain. “Hobi did this? No way. I mean...I believe you, but I’m just...”

Jin sighed in understanding, touching your arm affectionately “It’s okay. I get it. It’s a lot” You smiled at him gratefully. “I think Hobi was the one Yoongi had on standby to kill you at the hospital. They’re both working together” You finished tending to his wound before sliding up to sit next to him

“Yeah they literally work together. But I dunno...I’ve never seen Yoongi at Death Valley before” You crawled over to the boxes, hoping to find something to prop Jin’s leg up. Brushing the packed dust off of one before opening it, your eyes went wide “Holy shit” You looked down to find stacks and stacks of cash filling the box to the brim.“What the fuck” You mumbled, flipping through a wad.

“Y/n. I guess you might be blinded by love or whatever, but Yoongi is definitely a bad guy. He threatened me. He threatened you. AND. We’re literally locked up in his apartment” Does that mean this money is his? You knew music production paid well but...

“Ok.” You set the money back into the box before crawling back to sit by Jin. “Let’s assume for discussion’s sake that you’re right, and Yoongi is this big fucking Death Valley gang kingpin or whatever, which sounds like more bullshit as I even fucking say it out loud but...whatever, let’s assume you’re right” Jin nodded, “He threatened you because he needed Namjoon to win the fight. That doesn’t make sense because Taehyung was with me, and Taehyung works with Jimin” You reasoned. “Then...Hobi. Maybe Hobi is part of the Death Valley gang, and works with Yoongi. But honestly, I’ve seen the two of them at work and they aren’t that close. And also...if Hobi was the one who kidnapped Namjoon and I and beat him up. That doesn’t make sense because he shouldn’t want to hurt Namjoon”

Jin furrowed his brows, “No yeah, you’re right, that is all valid. Hobi did seem pretty worried about Namjoon.” You sighed in defeat. “I still think it could be Jungkook honestly. He technically has a ton of influence because he’s the one on the street, dealing the drugs. He drugged Namjoon, meaning that he was willing to turn on him.”

No. It’s not Jungkook. There is just no fucking way it’s Jungkook. You felt defensive, but you inhaled deeply, arguing wasn’t going to be helpful in your situation. “He could be playing both sides. And also simultaneously screwing both sides over to benefit” Jin continued. You clenched your fists.

“Okay enough. Let’s just...” You tilted your head back against the wall, “I’m exhausted.”

“Oh yeah I heard Jungkook got stabbed. Hobi seemed to be working with him too”

“I said enough” You snapped before his words registered, “W...wait. Jungkook was stabbed? Is he okay?” You felt like you swallowed a rock. Jin shrugged.

“One of the gang members told Hobi that he’s at his place getting medical care. So I assume he’s not dead or anything” You bit your now trembling lip. Jin noticed your unease.

“Hey. Maybe you should get some more rest Y/n. You’ve had a rough couple of days.” Jin gently slid his hand over yours, “You can lean on me if you want” You nodded slowly, letting your head snuggle into the crevice of his neck.

-

Jimin was surprised at himself. He glanced in the mirror, his body still looked weak but he was eager to return to work. No, not to work, but to see you. He had tried calling you ever since Taehyung had dropped him home. He knew the two of you had gone to the fight but hadn’t heard from you since. Taehyung told him that you had visited. That you even were sad that he was hurt, and he hated to admit it, but that fact alone had him grinning ear to ear. His stomach was full of butterflies. He had never felt this excited about anything in such a long time. He felt no desire to smoke, to drink to party, none of it. He didn’t even care that his single had broken a new Spotify record, it was all just noise. The only thing he wanted to do was see you. 

You could imagine his frustration then, when he walked into Yoongi’s office to find out that no one knew of your whereabouts. “What do you mean you don’t know?” He planted his hands on Yoongi’s desk angrily, Yoongi continuing to ignore his tantrum, “If she called in, she must have at least given a reason? Where the fuck is she?”

“Jimin. Even if she did, I wouldn’t fucking tell you. Stop harassing her, and for God’s sake, go home” He rolled his eyes. Hobi entered, eyes widening upon seeing Jimin.

“Oh wow. You healed fast” Jimin scoffed.

“Yeah, it’s called being rich. You should try it sometime” Hobi grabbed his shirt angirly, ready to punch his pretty boy face in. 

“Boys” Yoongi glared at them, “Jimin, just go home. There’s nothing for you to do anyways. Your album doesn’t come out for another 2 days.” Jimin shoved Hobi off of him, using all of his self-restraint his best not to kick the man in his balls. 

“Okay where’s Namjoon then? He would know where Y/n is, they’re like friends or something right?”

Hobi gulped, “Namjoon’s feeling a bit...under the weather” Jimin squinted at him suspiciously. Do these fuckers even know what Namjoon does in his free time? 

“He lost” Jimin concluded, biting back a smile as he turned to Hobi, “Namjoon lost didn’t he?” The look in his eyes gave him the answer he needed. “FUCK yeah baby. Papa is RICH” He did a smooth twirl, mimicking a moonwalk as he left the office. Hobi simply grinned. He won’t be smiling for long.

Jimin made his way back to his car, dialing up Taehyung. “Yoooo, where’s Y/n? Also why didn’t you tell me Joon lost? We gotta fucking celebrate man”

“Jimin”

“God I haven’t felt so happy in so long Tae. Like, shit is finally falling into place you know?”

“Jimin”

“I can probably find you a cute girl too, I’ve got these fucking girls at the office throwing themselves at me all the time. Or maybe Y/n would be down to share, obviously she’s mine first but I’d be down for a three--”

“JIMIN” Taehyung snapped aggressively. Jimin made a face, glancing at his phone in surprise before pressing it back to his ear, “We didn’t win shit. Someone out bet us. And Y/n is missing”

“Missing? The fuck you mean missing?”

“Okay apparently someone threatened Seokjin to throw the fight, but he didn’t”

“Good boy” Jimin mumbled.

“Jimin, they threatened Seokjin with Y/n’s life. She could be dead.”

Jimin’s mouth went dry, fists clenching so tight that blood began collecting under his nails, his phone almost combusting in his grasp. “Taehyung.” He whispered bitterly. “I’m heading to Jungkook’s. Meet me there ASAP. This shit ends now. This is war” Jimin rolled down his window and threw his phone as hard as he could, watching it shatter into pieces on the concrete road. He slammed a fist into the steering wheel, screaming out in frustration. “Y/n.” He sobbed, “Please be alive. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry”

-

You woke up to the sound of soft snores. Looking around, your cheeks flushed with heat as you realized your face was pressed up against Jin’s rock hard abs. He hand an arm lightly around your waist, holding you to him as you had been practically on top of him. You carefully rose, trying your best not to wake him up. You admired his sleeping figure briefly. He was cute, thick lips in a focused pout, lips parted slightly and drool trickled the ends of his mouth. 

You also couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his shorts. Probably just morning wood. Is it even morning? The lack of windows in the room had you confused as to what day, or time it was. How long had you been asleep? How long had you been locked up? Was anyone looking for you? It was unlikely.

Your mind wandered immediately to Jimin. You wondered if he was doing okay now. You wondered if he would think of you, if he would wonder where you were and look for you. But then again, it was also possible he knew exactly where you were and wanted you there. You no longer knew what to believe.

You subconsciously began to trace patterns on Jin’s chest, thinking about what all Yoongi had said to you. You had fucked him once, years ago, being so drunk that you thought it was Jimin. He had gotten a tattoo of your name. And then burned his own name into you. You reached your hand to the back of your neck to trace your fingers over the mark. It didn’t hurt anymore luckily, but you could now make out the letters. 

“Mmm morning” Jin rubbed his eyes, before sliding up the wall slightly. You quickly removed your palm from his chest, and he noticed with a smirk. “You feeling better?” You couldn’t help but notice how sexy his morning voice was. It was low and husky, and had your core tingling. 

“I guess so. I’m fucking hungry though” As if on cue, the door opened. You shielded your eyes at the aggressive display of light that outlined a dark silhouette. You could tell the person was wearing a suit, labeling him as Taehyung right away.

He knelt down tossing Jin what seemed to be a McDonald’s bag. “Breakfast” He said simply, his voice confirming your suspicions, “How are you?” He reached his hand to you. You hesitated, glancing at Jin who pursed his lips, an angry glint in his eyes. “Come on Y/n, I’m getting you out of here, let’s go” He waved his hand slightly to prompt you to take it.

“What about Jin?” Taehyung sighed, leaning forward to take your hand by force. 

“Jin will be fine. Let’s go Y/n” He pulled you up to your feet, taking a moment to tighten your robe before leading you out of the stuffy studio. You glanced back at Jin, who sat helplessly, unable to move. 

You looked around, your heart dropping as you realized that Jin was right. You were still in Yoongi’s apartment. Taehyung hugged you tightly. “Let’s go to your apartment and get you in some clothes okay?” He bent down to look at you, and you nodded. You noticed that he hand a gun in one hand as he took your hand with the other, leading you out of the apartment. Yoongi appeared to be gone, likely at work.

Taehyung somehow had keys to your apartment, but you were too excited to be in your own home to even question it. You ran inside, heading straight for your ravished bedroom. You dug out your favorite pair of jeans and hugged it to your body. “My clothes” You sighed in temporary happiness. Taehyung giggled, watching you jump into the garment, not bothering to wear anything under it. You were feeling oddly bold as you removed the robe before digging through to try to find a comfortable top.

“How about this?” You turned to see Taehyung holding up a leather corset top.  You rolled your eyes, hands folded over your exposed breasts. He tossed it to you, and you reached for it, realizing the trap as soon as the air hit your taught nipples. Taehyung grinned.

“Not a bad idea.” You winked at him, turning to your mirror to put the top on. You reached your arm back to zip it up, but Taehyung beat you to it. You watched him through the reflection as he zipped up your top, proceeding to rest his hands on your hips, meeting your eyes in the mirror. 

“Hot” He chuckled, letting go of you, “Alright come on let’s g-oh--” You turned around and pushed your lips onto his. He tumbled back in surprise, catching you at your waist before the pair of you fell onto the pile of clothes on the floor.

You kissed him feverishly, sucking on his bottom lip before pushing your tongue into his mouth, which he accepted eagerly. The two of you wrestled for dominance, Taehyung breaking into fits of laughter as he pushed you onto your back only for you use every ounce of strength and momentum to return on top, pinning him down with your knees on his thighs. 

He scooped his hands around your ass, squeezing it lightly before lifting your body up so he could push you down again. You tussled around, kissing and grinding up against each other like kids before finally Taehyung grabbed your waist and lifting you into his lap “Fucking tease”

“Oh you love it” You taunted him. He slapped your ass hard, making you squeal. You let your tongue glide over to his ear, nibbling and tugging at it as Taehyung moaned unabashedly. His eyes switched from yours to your lips as he kneaded you ass, your body and his bobbing together in waves. You sucked on his neck causing him to curse out. 

Using his strength, he wrapped an arm around you and pushed you back, climbing up your body to grind his hardening cock against you. You wrapped your legs around him, meeting his lips again as you cupped his face.

You arched your back, wanting to feel more of him but he wanted to take things slow. You felt him smile against your lips, kissing them softly as he unzipped your top. “Why did we even bother getting you dressed?” He chuckled. He tossed it aside, moving his lips to your breast. He left rough kisses all the way down your body, before he unbuttoned your jeans, raising your hips to yank them off of you. 

He dove between your legs, but you tugged his hair to stop him. He blinked at you expectantly, looking almost puppy-like. “You know you don’t have to eat me out every time.”

“But I wanna” He pouted. 

“Well fuck okay, be my guest” He grinned, watching your reactions as he kissed the inside of your thighs. His familiar hot tongue jutted inside your folds, slurping up your slick arousal. He ruthlessly moved the tip of his tongue around to every crevice, making you twitch and squirm as he  licked at your nerves, sending you into a spiral of moans. You bucked your hips into his face, prompting him to keep going as you caressed his dark hair. 

“So good Taehyung. So fucking good baby” You cried out, tilting your head back. Taehyung licked his own lips, before climbing back up your body and removing his own trousers. It was interesting, being fucked by a guy in a suit when you had been dressed like a drunk college girl. But you definitely didn’t mind how hot he looked as his blazer tightened around his thick arms as he fondled your breasts. Especially not with that fine watch of his.

Yoongi. Your entire body went rigid, remembering the sensual night the two of you had shared that almost ended in you dying. Taehyung noticed the change in your demeanor, stopping quickly. “Baby? You good?”

You gulped, “Yeah. Yeah. Keep going” He looked at you with doubt, so you took matters into your own hands, reaching for his cock. You realized that you had never actually seen it, and you were so glad you could because he was beautiful. It was the prettiest cock you had ever seen, long and veiny, blushed and so eager. You wanted to pop it into your mouth and choke on it. Instead you guided it to your folds. Taehyung lips pressed against yours as he pushed in all the way, groaning at the way your dampness engulfed him so easily. 

“You’ve been having a lot of sex lately huh” He commented.

“Maybe, why?” He shrugged, as he thrusted into you, cock easily gliding in and out of your pussy.

“Just a guess” He pecked your cheek as he set his pace. You loved the way he fucked you, the sound of his thrusts and the way your wet pussy sloshed against him had you reeling for more. He was slow and sensual, rolling his hips up to hit you just where you needed. Heat coiled deep within you, and it was mere seconds before you came on him intensely.

“Oh fuck Taehyung, ohhhh fuck” You met his thrusts as a wave of bliss washed over you, “Just like that baby” Taehyung growled, pleased at the way you were unraveling for him.

“I missed you” He mumbled into your neck as he sped up, “I missed you so bad baby” He cupped your face tightly, hands moving up to clench your hair before he came.

Your body twitched as his cum spilled out of you. He rolled off of you with a deep sigh. The two of you exchanged a quick glance, realizing how silly you must look, on a pile of dirty clothes, now stained with sweat and cum and burst into laughter. Taehyung pulled you in for another kiss.

“I hate how they treat you Y/n” Taehyung confessed softly. “You deserve so much better. Yoongi. Jimin. Hobi. Jungkook. Namjoon. They don’t do it right. You know?”

You sigh. “Taehyung?”

“Yeah baby?”

“How the fuck do you know I’ve fucked all of them?”

-

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open. The golden light from his crystal chandelier shone down on him. He turned to see Namjoon lying next to him, covered in ice packs and bandages. “What the hell?” He looked around frantically. His medical staff was hard at work. “Did you lose the fight?” 

“Yeah I did” Namjoon croaked weakly. “Don’t remind me ugh, I fucking hate myself”

Jungkook shook his head in confusion, sitting up in shock. He looked down at his own state, a bloody bandage around his abs where he had been stabbed. The pain was numb, but his ego was far more damaged. “There’s no way you could have lost dude. I thought they were blackmailing Seokjin”

“Blackmailing him with what? We barely know the guy” Namjoon muttered. “Besides, isn’t he like a fucking cop or something?”

“There’s no fucking way he’s a cop. He knows way too much, and none of us have been arrested yet. Dude. Come on. The fights themselves are illegal and he’s in them”

“You have a point” Both Jungkook and Namjoon turned to see Jimin leaning in the doorway. The staff took the cue to leave, closing the grand double doors of Jungkook’s expansive bedroom behind them. 

“Alright bitches.” Jimin clapped his hands playfully, “Enough with the bullshit. Where’s Y/n? Tell me or I fucking am calling a war on you Death Valley rats,”

Namjoon tried to get up but Jungkook stopped him, “What do you mean where’s Y/n? We don’t fucking know?” 

Jimin laughed bitterly, “Are you shitting me? Tell me where she fucking is right now” He pulled out his revolver, aiming it at Namjoon, “Or fighter boy dies”

Jungkook gulped, looking from Namjoon to Jimin. Namjoon was shocked, fists clenched and expression confused. 

“Okay okay fine.” Jungkook sighed deeply, “I’ll tell you where she is. But you’re not gonna like it”

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death valley (m) | part 6

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jimin x reader, jin x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 5.6k

warnings: reader discretion advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex, obsessive & possessive themes, kidnapping, physical roughness (pushing, hitting, etc...not abusive but like sexy hate sex type thing), EDGING, poor jimin, use of restraints, brief gun use/play, cursing, degradation, jimin is a BRAT, crying, robbing/stealing/fraud, so much lying, character injuries, dubcon/coersive sex, kinda somnophilia, knife play kinda, woohooooo

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F L A S H B A C K—

Jungkook’s vision was a blur of the sickly golden lights that landed on the dark concrete of Death Valley’s parking lot. He tasted a metallic tinge in the air as he wobbled back to his car, leaning back against it with a satisfied grin. He sighed, you always felt incredible. There was no high quite like you. His mind wandered back to your body, glossed in sweat and eyes fierce with passion. He wanted you to destroy him.

He giggled, almost tripping over himself. He felt a hand hold his shoulder steady. “Ohhh thanks man” He wasn’t even sure if he actually spoke before he suddenly felt a sharp sting of pain in his stomach. He winced, breaking into a fit of coughs. 

Opening his eyes, he looked down to see a knife piercing through his gut. The blade twisted, sending an addition spurt of pain through his whole body as he limply fell forward onto his attacker. The knife dug deeper into his flesh as he got pushed back harshly, and it was only then he was able to squint to identify his assailant. The man barely regarded him, withdrawing the knife before chuckling softly and turning away, leaving him to slide down to the ground, ready to die. 

As a drug dealer, Jungkook was used to knowing too much information for his own good. And it was a great place to be, because whenever the gangs began to have power struggles within themselves, he would always walk away even richer. 

Jungkook knew bits and pieces of enough to paint the whole picture, and now he uncovered the missing piece to finish it all off.

The kingpin of Death Valley had remain anonymous for as long as anyone could remember. Gang members simply went by orders, not questioning where a majority of the profits were going or to whom. After a while, the drug money begins to pile up, and the thrill of the hustle fades. It was around this time he began the fights. 

Sure, the kingpin was a powerful man. But being a low level dealer and knowing who the kingpin was, that was even more powerful. Enemies and allies alike were desperate to know, and were willing to do just about anything for that information. Jungkook liked to think this alone made him far more powerful than any gang leader. 

Now he had seen his face. He was almost certain. He shivered at the prospect of what all he could do knowing what he now did.

So it was you all along, you clever bastard. 

P R E S E N T   D A Y—

Taehyung chuckled, running a hand through his dark hair "Trust me you don’t wanna know the answer to that. It’ll get you” He mimicked a knife with his finger drawing a line across his throat.

Seeing you unamused expression he sighed, “Fine. Look, I told you someone powerful has their eyes on you. Well powerful people never do their own dirty work. I’ve had to keep an eye on you, for a damn long time. Trust me, I don’t feel great about it either” He continued, “Now, Jimin can’t know where you were last night, okay? He can’t know Yoongi is involved, because the truth is” He held his wrist up to show his watch, “I’m a mole”

“A mole?”

“I’m fronting as Jimin’s right hand guy. I have been for a while, but in reality, Jungkook, Namjoon, Hobi and I, we’re all Death Valley boys. They don’t know that though”

Jin was right after all. “So Yoongi really is...a gangster? He’s the one behind everything? He’s the one...who wants me?” Taehyung hesitated, thinking deeply before nodding.

“He’s kept his identity hidden for years. Only I know. Yoongi...is obsessed with you. He loves you, and has for so long. You’re the bane of his existence, and by extension, mine.”

“That’s ridiculous. You’re lying.” You pursed your lips in annoyance, “Yoongi didn’t give a fuck about me when I first moved here. He was just a sweet, ordinary guy. He took care of me. He has always had my best interests at heart. Maybe I believe you. That he really is this scary gang guy or whatever. But the rest of it, bullshit”

“Don’t you work for his company? Don’t you live in his building? Do you really think anything you’ve been through is a coincidence?” 

Taehyung shrugged, reaching for his trousers and wrapping his hand loosely around his pistol before tracing your cheek with it. “You don’t have to believe me. But not a word of any of this to anyone” 

He cocked the gun, the soft click resonating through the quiet room, "Because I’m everywhere baby. I’ll know if you fuck up, and I’ll kill you so fast you won’t even have time to blink.” 

He pulled the trigger, making you shut your eyes and yelp. It was a blank. Taehyung laughed maniacally, “I just need you to play along just a little while longer and this will all be over. Now go freshen up, I’m taking you to see Jimin”

Jungkook was clearly stalling. Jimin wanted to shoot him in the mouth just so he would shut up and get to the point.

Jimin felt his phone vibrate, seeing Taehyung’s text. He sighed with relief. “You got lucky this time dumbfucks. I got her. Tell your little kingpin cockhead that he’s already fucking dead, because when I get my hands on the bastard who threatened Y/n, I promise you that I will kill them. In the worst, most painful way possible.” The door creaked open.

“Oh my God” Your heart sank the second you saw them. Blood was leaking through the white bedsheets, and they were both badly bruised. Jungkook was shirtless with a bandage wrapped around his stomach while Namjoon was in a neck brace. You rushed to Namjoon’s side, grabbing his hand and pressing your lips against them. 

You hadn’t noticed Jimin at first, as you tended to Namjoon. He wanted to hug you. To make sure you weren’t hurt. To cry in your arms because he missed you so damn much. You weren’t even noticing him? Did he really mean so little to you? You hadn’t seen him since the accident, did you not even care? 

He hated how much power you had over him. You didn’t care but he spent hours thinking about you. You were a disease he couldn’t shake. You were sand slipping through his fingers the tighter he tried to hold on. He watched you carefully until his eyes caught the etched out letters burned into your back. His whole body froze. 

Jimin’s breaths began to quicken as anger overwhelmed him. He grabbed the nearest item to him, which happened to be the glass of water on Jungkook’s dresser and threw it on the ground in frustration. The loud shatter finally caught your attention, and you turned to meet his glossy eyes.

“Jimin! Thank goodness you’re okay” You gave him a smile, sighing with relief. His mind was running a mile a minute as he tried his very best not to break down in front of you. 

“Outside” He growled. “Right now”

You hesitated, not understanding why he looked so upset to see you. Namjoon tugged at you slightly and gave you a warning look. 

“Did you fucking hear me? I said right now.” Jimin screamed, to which you heard Taehyung stifle an ironic giggle. Getting impatient, not wasting another second before grabbing your wrist, yanking you out of the room and kicking the door shut loudly.

“Hey--ouch” You winced at his rough grip, “Easy Jimin that hurts”

Once you were in the hall, Jimin grabbed your jaw and pulled you towards him, digging his nails into you and tilting your face up to his. He stared deep into your eyes.

"What the hell is on your back?” He sneered. 

Your mouth went dry. Should’ve worn a fucking turtleneck. Recalling Taehyung’s warning from earlier, you debated internally what to say next.

“You fucking whore” He cried out, shaking your body, “Did you sleep with him?”

You blinked back tears, recalling the immense guilt you had been feeling the past few days. You thought you missed Jimin, but seeing him now in reality made you remember all the reasons you had wanted nothing to do with him.

Jimin growled at your silence. He kicked at your shins, prompting you to lose your balance as he held you up. “I asked you a fucking question! I know you don’t care about me but at least have the decency to--”

Smack. You slapped him clean across the face. You were tired of his tantrums. He had no idea the hell you’d been through. He had the audacity to think that you didn’t care? He was the one who treated you like a pet.

Jimin released his grip you, backing away to cover the reddening skin of his cheek as he blinked in amusement. 

“Fucking brat” You hissed. 

You had begun to turn away when Jimin grabbed your forearm and pulled you flush against him, capturing your lips in a fiery kiss. His grip was brutal as he encircled your wrist before twisting your arm onto your back and pushing you against the wall. 

His teeth grazed against the back of your ear, chuckling softly. “The fuck did you just say to me?” He sounded more teasing than upset. Through the corner of your eye you see a mischievous twinkle in his eye. You yelp as he continued to twist your wrist as he chuckles softly. “Go on. Fight back”

You struggle, squirming against his hold. Kicking your leg back into his knee, you know you’re walking right into his trap as you turn yourself around.

His hands quickly grasp your waist and he lifts you up. He presses his forehead against yours, looking deep into you eyes. His lips were parted, panting heavily and breathing you in. A moment of silence passes before a naughty grin appears on his face. 

He intertwines his fingers with yours, propping you up on his thigh as he holds your hands above your head. You moan breathlessly at the friction, tightening your hold on his hands. He licks his thick lips, bringing them closer and closer to yours. 

His eyes don’t leave you for a second as he begins to nip at your neck, sucking harshly into your skin and leaving marks wherever he could. You groan, tilting your head to give him more room. 

Your body feels ablaze through the touch of his lips. Your heart is racing as you gaze stays steady on one another. “Jimin” You moan his name like you’re pleading for your life, “Let’s find a room” 

He halts his movements, letting you carefully slide onto your feet. He snakes his hands behind you as clenches your ass “Lead the way baby” You grinned. It was about damn time. 

You pulled him into the nearest room you could find, which seemed to be some sort of office. Within seconds he was all over you again, sharply kissing your neck and shoulders as he kicked the door shut with his heel. 

He cupped your face, his lips sloppily running up to meet yours as your tongues intertwined. 

“Wait Y/n I...” Jimin mumbled, “I’m sorry. I got upset for no reason I just...it hurts.”

“Shut up” You snapped, pointing towards a small cushioned chair that was near a window. “Sit down over there. Hands where I can fucking see them” 

Jimin took a seat without hesitation, watching intently as you grabbed the curtains on either side of the window. You climbed onto his lap, his face finding home against your chest as you bent over him and tied his wrists together tightly. You felt his tongue over your clothes as he attempted to suck your breasts, but you tugged his hair back sharply.

“Oh hell no” You smirked, taking in Jimin’s roughed up appearance. Having him under you like this, you felt invincible. "You’re such a spoilt brat, you know that Park Jimin? I was worried. I thought about you constantly, when really, I shouldn’t even bother” You settled back into his lap, bringing your face inches from his “You’re. A. Dick” You gave him a chaste kiss before unbuttoning his jeans.

Jimin let out a shaky moan as you harshly pulled them down. You licked your lips as your hand grabbed his hardening length. You began to pump him slowly.

“Ohhh fuckkk” Jimin tilted his head back, tugging desperately against the restraints. Your hands felt so good, you gripped him just right, and your hands were so incredibly soft. He bucked his hips as he felt you spit onto his tip, rubbing the wetness in with your thumb.

You wrapped your tongue around his base, hands cupping his balls as you licked a stripe up his cock. You let your tongue swirl and linger at his tip, watching as he fell apart into a fit of whimpers. Hollowing your cheeks, you took him deep into your throat, just the way you knew he liked it.

Jimin watched you bobbing your head and sucking him off for everything he’s worth. Your gaze was intense, he felt utterly powerless. The craziest part was that he loved it. He had never done anything like it before, used to girls spreading their legs for him without the blink of an eye. 

He wants to kiss you so bad as you rose from his cock, saliva stringing from your pretty lips. He could have looked at you like that all day, just perfect. Delectable. You reach behind your back to unzip your top, letting your breasts break free. Jimin’s breath hitches as you slide your tits over his wet cock. “You like that?” You teased, “So fucking desperate. You’re pathetic”

“Holy shit Y/n” You hesitated as he moaned your name. “M...more. I’m so close. Fuck I wanna touch you” He whined in complaint. 

“You wanna cum all over my tits hmm?” The sound of your teasing voice was ecstasy to his ears. He nodded furiously, his whiny moans filling the room. You grinned, watching him edge closer and closer to release, only for you to stand up and leave him a writhing mess.

“Y/n” He growled, kicking the air and stomping like a child, “Are you kidding me?” His cock was absolutely flushed, making you giggle at the thought of how the even the smallest thing could just make him cream all over.

“You don’t deserve to cum” You shed your own jeans quickly, letting your fingers trail up and down your body sensually. Jimin gulped as you put on a show, clenching your own breasts. 

You straddle onto the armrests, making sure Jimin can’t thrust his dick up to touch you as you bring a finger to your mouth, wrapping your tongue around it before plunging it into your sopping pussy. Jimin eyes become absolutely blasted with lust. He frantically looks from your face to the way you were fingering yourself so close to him. The soft squelching seemed to harmonize with the way you teasingly let soft moans slip from your lips.

Jimin held his breath, trying his best not to cum at the mere sight of you. His hands continued tugging frantically against the curtains. He had never been so turned on in his life, sober or otherwise. 

“I wanna touch you. I need to feel you, fuck baby please. I’m not even fucking kidding baby please sit on my cock” He whined softly, giving you puppy eyes to which you scoffed.

Scooping up some of your dripping arousal, you shoved your finger into Jimin’s mouth, watching amusedly as he sucked every last drop of you. 

He couldn’t take it anymore. You were driving him insane. Your eyes widened as you heard a loud tearing sound. Jimin quickly broke through his restraints, his hands immediately clenching your sides.

“Oh baby you’re in for it now” His voice gave you goosebumps as you excitedly anticipated his next move. He stood up, lifting you back into his arms before harshly tossing you onto the wooden desk. Your head hit the back harshly, pain sizzling through you as he propped one of your legs up over his shoulder, while pushing the other one as wide as he could. His cock was rock hard as it rubbed against your inner thigh. 

He trails kisses up your chest and onto your lips, nails digging into his tight hold on your thighs. You watch as he aims his cock at your gaping entrance, slick and quivering in anticipation. He pushes into you, slower than you expected. His lips sucking on yours. 

For all the times you had fucked Jimin, he had never felt this good inside you. He stilled as he bottomed out, gasping loudly. A part of you didn’t want him to move. You didn’t want him to cum, ending this and forcing you to return to the daunting reality you had to face. You grabbed onto him tightly, not ready to let go. Jimin notices this and his heart swells.

“Hey” He leans down to kiss you deeply, pouring his affection into you. His hands release your legs, instead tangling in your hair and tugging it back as he begins thrusting into you with short, deep movements. 

“Jimin” You cry out. He smacks your ass with a low growl, “D...daddy, fuck you feel so good” You cup his face as he continues pistoning in and out of you. You feel his cock twitching inside of you, knowing he would cum in mere seconds. 

If this was nirvana, he believed it. Jimin’s eyes rolled back as he let out a strangled moan, “Oh my god...oh my fucking...baby...feels so” He chokes as cum shoots out into you and cries out your name, burying his face into your neck. You stroke his back as his body twitches, steams of cum continuing to spurt out. 

He steadies his breathing before pulling out and examining your stuffed cunt. He glides his finger over your creamy folds. “Turn around” He growls, “I’m not done with you” You sighed with relief, cunt stinging desperately for a little bit more.

As you flip onto your stomach, Jimin playfully smacks up your ass cheeks. He bends over, whispering filth into your ears as he shoves in two fingers. “You’re so fucking hot baby...Mmm you want daddy to make you cum huh?”

His fingers were unforgiving, you cried out as your pussy clamped down on them, spilling all over. “That’s right...only daddy can touch you like this.” He smacks you again, and you can feel him grin “Such a little slut for me aren’t you hm? Go ahead and cum like the slut you are” Your eyes fluttered shut as you came over his fingers. He pumped you through your high, cooing and teasing you relentlessly with kisses on your back.

With a heavy sigh you rest on the desk. Jimin shuffles around the room, grabbing the torn curtain and wiping you up. He kissed the small of your back as he tenderly caresses your ass, easing the red marks he had made just minutes ago. 

“I’m sorry” He whispers as you sit up to face him, “I know you know about the gangs and stuff. You got caught up in it because of me, and I’m sorry for that” He kisses the tops of your hands, “Let me keep you safe. Please. If something happened to you because of me, I would...” His voice trembled, emotions suffocating his words. He didn’t even want to think about it. 

You wanted to laugh, simply because Jimin was hardly to blame for anything you had been through. And there he was apologizing for it. “It’s okay. I’ll be okay”

“Let me take you back to work” He offered sweetly. You swallowed uncomfortably. He doesn’t know. Anything. “Come on. I know exactly how I’m gonna get back at Yoongi”

You coughed. This is bad. Where the fuck is Taehyung now? You looked around frantically. “Uh...okay”

You had no idea what Yoongi’s reaction would be. He could get upset. You were supposed to be locked up in his place. But on top of that if Jimin was the one with you...

He wouldn’t kill him. 

Would he?

-

Taehyung had left shortly after he heard a good amount of moaning through the thin walls. Admittedly, he hadn’t expected to see Jungkook bedridden like that, but he immediately knew who must have been behind it.

Things had been happening that he hadn’t predicted, and it made him furious. When he heard that you had been kidnapped with Namjoon, he had decided that this had all gone too far. For whatever he was, he hated hurting innocent people. He didn’t like that you were involved in this, that people were hurting you.

Maybe he had just grown fond of you over the years. He always told himself Yoongi was strange for being so into you. You were attractive without a doubt, but the dedication Yoongi had to you always shocked him. Yoongi could have anyone he wanted at his feet, he was rich, powerful and good looking. But he never indulged in the luxuries that the rest of them did. Pictures he had taken of you through your cracked bedroom window back in your hometown were enough to satisfy him.

Yoongi had said he had something he needed to prove before he could pursue you. Taehyung hadn’t cared to ask what exactly that was at the time, but since meeting you, he wished he knew. 

Taehyung arrived in the back lot of Death Valley and flipped open his phone, “Load the money in the car”. He reached for his mask, pulling it over his face before he stepped out. 

Hobi arrived promptly carrying two large duffel bags followed by a few other men doing the same. “How much?” Taehyung asked.

“Felt like only 100k, but Jungkook said it was a pretty good week for sales so it might be more” Hobi lifted the bag into the trunk of the Cadillac. He wiped sweat off of his forehead, allowing the trunk to close and patting it shut. “Fucking Jin guy ruined everything, otherwise we would’ve got millions.”

“Yeah” Taehyung rolled his tongue inside his cheek, “I wonder why he didn’t lose” 

After Hobi left, Taehyung dialed the bank. “Hi, I’d like to make a wire transfer?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out Jimin’s black card, turning it over to read out the number “Yes, there would have been a deposit recently of around half a million? Could you please transfer that to an overseas account belonging to V Kim. Yes, just the letter. Thank you so much!”

In truth, Taehyung was grateful to you. You were the perfect distraction. Both Jimin and Yoongi were wrapped around your fingers, too caught up with you to notice anything else. That made you powerful, so much more than you realized. Taehyung tossed the card into the passenger seat, it slid down onto the floor of the car. 

“Fucking idiots”

-

Yoongi fiddled with a tangerine in his palm as he sat, bored out of his mind in his office. He wanted to go home. He wanted to see you, get you out of that horrible cell he had put you in. His work was getting in the way of your relationship and he hated it. 

The sounds of cameras and vehicles slipped through the dark walls. He cocked his head in irritation. The noises kept growing louder and louder. He was used to the press being around, especially when there was an album being released by one of his artists. But this was much more than the usual.

For that number of paparazzi to be around, it had to mean one thing. Scandal. “What the fuck is going on?” Fruit in hand, Yoongi stormed out of his office into the lobby.

Juice began trickling down his wrist as he saw what all the commotion was about. Jimin strutted in confidently, hand thrown around your waist, holding you to him. 

“Yoongi!” Jimin taunted, arriving with a wide grin. He met your eyes and could sense that you were afraid. Jimin looked Yoongi dead in the eye as he knelt down to kiss the back of your neck, over your scars. “I know you have a no dating rule but I was driving her to work and the media caught us. It’s trending on twitter” Jimin shrugged, “Oops” 

Yoongi began to see red. His blood was boiling. Nevertheless, he took a deep breath. He knew he had to be careful how he acted around you. He wouldn’t want you to be afraid of him, after all he was just trying to protect you. He wanted to make you happy. You didn’t actually want Jimin, did you? No way. 

Pursing his lips, he maintained an expressionless face as he walked up to you. He could see the way your eyes quivered as he neared. He hoped you’d understand. You would understand, he would make you understand. 

“You’re fired”

His heart ached as he watched your expression drop. Yoongi simply shrugged and returned to his office, tossing his fruit in the trash on the way. Yoongi knew you’d be upset. You’d blame Jimin and come crawling to him in no time, he wasn’t even worried.

He made his way back into his reclining chair, kicking his feet onto the desk as he stared down his door.

Three. Two...

The door burst open. “Yoongi” Your voice was weak. “Don’t...please don’t fire me. I know I crossed a line. We’re...not dating. I swear”

“How did you get out?” You knew Yoongi would ask this, and luckily you had some time to conjure an answer that probably wouldn’t get anyone shot.

“Taehyung let me go to my apartment to shower and change. Jimin happened to show up at my place while I was there” You looked at him steadily, trying hard to not even think about the fact you were so blatantly lying to the man you felt like could see right through you.

“I see.” He lowered his legs and pat his thigh, motioning for you to sit on his lap. You had dreamed of fucking Yoongi in this very office countless times. Riding his cock while he did paperwork and just ignored you. It had your knees weak. 

You sat down obediently, and he stroked your back, pressing his lips into the side of your head “Let’s get you back home. I would’ve let you out of the cell tonight, but clearly I can’t trust you” He paused, backing away from you slightly, “We’ll talk about this tomorrow, I’m gonna be home late tonight”

“W...why?”

“Some business I need to take care of”

-

Jin was just about to sleep when you arrived back. He stirred as took a seat next to him.

“Fun day?” He asked sarcastically. 

You rolled your eyes and laughed with him, “No but I did find out that...” You paused, looking around the room. Is he watching? “I…I’m really tired actually”

Jin nodded in understanding. “It’s pretty hot in here, you might not be comfortable in that” He motioned towards your jeans, “I can give you my shorts if you want, I have boxers on so it’s not a big deal”

You blushed slightly, but as the stuffy air set in around you, you realized he was right. The thick denim was suffocating against your skin. “Sure yeah, thanks”

Jin took off his shorts, tossing them to you. You turned you back to him, wiggling out of your pants. Jin’s shorts were far too large for you, sliding down right away. The two of you exchanged glances before you burst out laughing. Jin sat up straight, pulling off his shirt and throwing it to you.

“Take this instead, it’ll cover you” Your breath hitched as you took in his naked chest. He was hot. His skin was seamless, slightly sweaty but his toned muscles made your mouth water. You swallowed. You turned around again, attempting to unzip your top. It fell to the floor, your bare back now exposed to Jin’s dilated eyes. 

His shirt smelled like him. Wearing it was like a big hug, and you felt oddly comforted. You laid down by his side. “Night Jin”

“Goodnight”

In the silence of the room, you could hear your own heart pounding through your chest. Neither one of you had closed your eyes. 

“Y/n” His whisper was so soft you could barely hear him. “I promise I’ll keep you safe. We’ll get out of here. Don’t worry”

You wanted to tell him everything. He would know what to do. But then again, you weren’t sure if you wanted Yoongi to get arrested. You sighed deeply. “I know” You rolled closer to him, and his hands wrapped around you loosely. His fingers rubbed the flesh of your back as you hummed in appreciation. 

“You’re so tense” Jin commented, moving his hands under your shirt and up your back, “Relax,” You let your eyes close as he continued to massage you. His hands teased at your sides. You shifted in discomfort as his palms brushed against your breasts. 

“Jin—“ He shushed you, shamelessly grabbing your tits under your shirt. You stifled a moan into his chest, “Jin, I’m exhausted please”

“I’m just trying to help you” He murmured, “You don’t need to do anything, just rest. I got you”

Jin pushed the fabric up and began leaving soft kisses on your stomach before you tugged down your panties. He squinted, seeing that your cunt had already made a mess. You drifted off into sleep as Jin tugged your folds apart, examining you with interest.

“Who did you fuck today hm?” He growled lowly. You stirred slightly. Jin climbed over you, reaching into his boxers to furiously stroke his cock. Pulling it out, he slapped it against your tits, loving the way your brows furrowed with irritation.

“Jin…” You mumbled, “Mm tired. Wanna sleep”

“Yeah fuck baby, just let me do this and we’ll sleep hm? We’ll sleep real good. You’re so stressed Y/n, I just wanna help” He began rubbing your clit, causing you to whine as your legs subconsciously spread for him. “Just like that…there we go” His fingers moved faster as his other hand jacked himself off. 

He rolled you over onto your chest, stripping you down to nothing as you groaned. From the corner of the room, he picked up his knife, drawing a straight line on your back through the scarred spelling of Yoongi’s name. “Yoongi huh. Guess he’s next then”

Jin straddled himself over your ass, lining his cock with you before he sunk into your throbbing heat. You were insanely tight around him, he cursed as he tried to push in deeper and deeper. 

“Jin...” You convinced yourself to wake up with whatever little energy you had left, “Just...easy okay I’m sensitive” It had been barely hours since Jimin had fucked your brains out. You felt Jin trail his lips down your back.

“That’s not fair” He muttered, “Why do I have to go slow?” He began thrusting into you, ignoring your pleas as he rutted into you, watching the way your ass jiggled with each move. “Everyone else got you however they liked” Jin groaned softly, sounds of slapping skin filling the room. “It’s my turn. I was patient. I deserve this” 

He cums quickly, his hot seed spilling out of you. You roll your eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to put my cock in you”

Your eyes felt heavy, you didn’t care. Your thoughts went to Yoongi, desperate his embrace, his sweet voice for some comfort as you drifted to sleep.

-

Weekdays at Death Valley were generally quieter. Yoongi preferred only to visit the dive bar at those times, where he wouldn’t run into any clients or fans. He would sit at the same place, at the very back end of the bar where no one would be able to see him unless they knew where to look. He poked aimlessly at the martini in front of him, before sipping the bitter liquid. 

“Are you fucking insane?” Taehyung growled, sliding into the stool “Okay I admit, you calling that accident on Jimin made sense. Hell, I’ll give you the kidnapping. I get it, you’re jealous, whatever. But stabbing Jungkook? Are you serious? We need him”

Yoongi blinked at him, “Stabbed him? What the fuck are you talking about?”

Taehyung bit his lip, “No way. No fucking way. It wasn’t you?”

Yoongi shook his head. 

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a/n: yall aint ready for this jin, thats all i have to say. lmk what you think. I’ll be honest I had an ASS week so sorry if this isn’t good. anyways, hyung line smut next week :))) see you then!

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death valley (m) | part 8

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jin x reader, jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.0k

warnings: reader discretion advised. rough sex, physical roughness, sadism kink, pain kink, breast play, fingering, elevator sex (semipublic), praise kink, dirty talk, unrealistic endurance (this is one day LMAO), attempted fire play, bondage, guns, attempted shootings, knife play if you squint, spanking, degradation (name calling, slut shaming, being really mean lolol thanks jin), crying kink? lot of crying, toxic and manipulative behaviors, jin steps on you so there’s that, character death, heavy drug use, paranoia/fear, voyeurism, sex while intoxicated, me trying to put some humor where i can, sweet dom!jungkook, wild dom!jin, and a sprinkle of dom!taehyung ;) ALSO eyebrowpiercing!jungkook. very important. 

a/n: s/o soowoozoo!bts for being my inspo. 

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F L A S H F O R W A R D--

Goosebumps spread across your skin as the silence set in. The room was chilly, air conditioner buzzing in contrast to the slick humidity of the summer night waiting for you outside. The white light made your eyes ache, the walls were plain, dry, empty.

You stared blankly at the table in front of you. The sound of the pen scratching paper made you ache, remembering kinder days when you and Hobi would be goofing around and writing songs. How did you get here? How did you let this happen?

The previous night, you had dreamt of being at a concert, somewhere far from Death Valley. Losing yourself to music and molly, a soft pair of hands on your hips as you danced the night away, singing at the top of your lungs. Those same hands wrapping around your waist, nose tracing behind your ear to whisper to you how pretty you were. How hot you looked and how badly he wanted to tear your clothes off with his teeth. 

You allowing him to pick you up so easily, take you back to his car where you scrambled into the back seat. Like children. The first kiss was magic, you were glued to him and could barely move on. He wouldn’t leave you for a second, he wouldn’t let you breathe. Your lips were hot on each other, soft moans and giggles. Swallowed smiles as you drank one another in, bodies like waves crashing against each other.

Hands wandering until he had you where he wanted. Where you wanted. He loved you down so incredibly good. How he was able to tear you apart while still being so sweet, you could barely even fathom. His teeth dug into the flesh of your breasts, fingers hooking around your panties. 

His tongue ravished your figure. There was no part of you left untouched, no part of you that wasn’t completely ablaze with arousal. You would arch your neck back as he lapped away at the sweetness dripping between your legs, your hands combing through his wavy black hair.

His tongue knew where to go, he knew how you liked it, and your fist clenched as he fucked you with his mouth through and through. He always made sure you came first. Always. Every single time.

Whether you had mere minutes or long hours, he loved the way you tasted, making sure you knew that at every chance he got. Sloppy wet kisses traveled up your stomach to your chest, up your neck, hands caressing your ass, scratching your back, holding you close for a moment. 

You were whisked away into heaven, just briefly, as his thick cock would push into you. Your pussy pulling him in, wanting to feel the familiar but oh so incredible stretch that only he gave you. 

Taehyung. You sobbed as he fucked you, allowing him to kiss the glossy tears off of your cheeks as he rolled his hips, angling so perfectly to nudge deep within you. His sinister grin, his giggles, his chaos. You were in the hands of disaster but you never felt more safe. 

Why are you crying dumbass? He would find your state amusing, continuing to fuck you, thrusts long and smooth. Quick, but slow enough for you to savor each second. Your whining lost behind the wet sound of your bodies colliding.

Where are you? Are you watching this right now? You’re not really dead are you?

Stroking your cheek, he leaned down to whisper against your mouth. The words he would keep on saying, echoing back to you. Play along. I won’t hurt you.

What exactly you were playing, you were unsure. 

“Look at me” Your eyes darted up to meet Jin’s deceivingly innocent eyes. “I’m gonna ask you again, did you kill Kim Taehyung?” 

You gulped, sweat collecting onto the cold handcuffs around your wrists. Jin glanced at the mirrored wall, before letting out a heavy sigh. 

“It appears that Kim Taehyung was murdered about two hours before the party. We found your gun near the body.” Jin holds up the custom weapon Yoongi had given that was unmistakably yours. “Where were you at that time?” You felt your eyes getting heavy.

“I was” You lips were chapped, mouth clammy with a bitter taste. You looked him dead in the eye, stomach sickened by the amusement glistening within them as you struggled with your response. You knew he was getting a kick out of it. You wanted to spit on his face. You wanted to slap him, to scream, to flip the table and break out of the windowless room that caged you.

“I was with...y..” Jin smirked, leaning back. You cleared your throat, mind running a mile a minute.

“With who Y/n?”

You glared at him. He was treating this as some sort of role play. You felt queasy at the thought. Someone was dead. Dead. 

“You. I was with you”

F L A S H B A C K--

The morning rays slid through the expansive glass wall of the hotel room, causing Yoongi’s eyes to flinch, squinting as they opened and took in the day that presented itself. He sighed heavily, the weight of the previous night still on his mind. You were still asleep, but he could see through the chaffing beneath your wrists that you were not comfortable. He took the leash and fastened it to the headboard, ensuring you had no escape. 

Grabbing his keys, Yoongi quickly got dressed in a white hoodie and left the room. He needed to find out the truth for himself. He couldn’t afford to have you lying to him already. 

It was so frustrating to him that you couldn’t just be honest with him. He had been immensely open with you even if he was not proud of what he had to share. Why would you hide things? Hadn’t he proven himself to you? Hadn’t he done everything to win your heart?

Yoongi sighed. His anger issues were core to his being. It was part of his true self, but he had spent years trying to become someone you would fall in love with. All he wanted to do was make home in your heart, but no matter how many of your suitors he ended up threatening, beating to a pulp, and forcing them to bail on you, there was nothing in his power that could tear down that goddamn Park Jimin poster on your bedroom wall.

There was nothing he could do to stop you from writing small fantasies in your journal that you kept stashed in your bedside drawer. 

Yoongi would be lying if he said he didn’t come close to killing Jimin multiple times before. But he realized that would not have delivered him a solution. If Jimin died, you would mourn. You would still harbor that love for him and never have an opportunity to see what he really was. It was because of this Yoongi, with Taehyung’s helpful insight, had orchestrated a way to destroy Jimin in your eyes. 

Jimin was then introduced to Yoongi’s two weapons of destruction, Taehyung and cocaine. Yoongi worked hard to build himself up as a successful music producer. He had to be better than Jimin, had to make sure he could offer you everything Jimin could and more. 

To his surprise, you did move on from Jimin, at least the reality of him. But this fantasy of who he used to be remained pinned to your heart. After Jimin quit music, the mention of his name would still cause you to blush and smile. It made Yoongi want to throw up.

You had to see for yourself. Yoongi learned what it was that attracted you to Jimin and embodied just that. You liked that you had to chase him, you liked that he didn’t give a shit about you. You liked that he never noticed you and you had to pine for his attention. You liked that he was dedicated to his music, you liked the lifestyle he was associated with. You liked his lack of emotion and fantasized of him showing his true colors to you and only you, a sensitive, sweet, charming guy. Anger was not a part of this persona at all. 

When he felt like he had driven Jimin crazy enough with the drugs, he decided to plant rumors on stan twitter that Jimin would be signing with his label. Using his personal relationship with the singer, he was able to sign him on. He conveniently then offered you a summer internship, knowing full well you would be coming for one reason alone. Park Jimin.

Yoongi wanted you to fall straight into his arms. He rented out every available apartment for the months you were searching for a place to live, forcing you to reside in his building. He wanted to win you over naturally. He wanted you to work with Jimin, hook up with Jimin, and end up loathing him. Loving Yoongi instead. 

Jimin’s gang activity was getting on Yoongi’s nerves. Taehyung told him Jimin was in Death Valley, that you saw Jimin at Death Valley. When Yoongi heard from you, not Taehyung, that you had been kidnapped, along with Namjoon nonetheless, Yoongi had enough. He was used to giving Taehyung plenty of unsupervised jurisdiction, so Jimin’s accident was not a surprise to him. 

But you sympathized with Jimin, which was not what he wanted. He then decided to take things into his own hands, threatening Seokjin into throwing the fight to leech Jimin of every cent he had. He broke into your apartment, fucking everything up so that you had no choice but to come to him. To need him. 

And when Jin didn’t lose, he had no choice but to reveal to you who he was. Even after all his honestly, all his trust, you still lied to him. 

Yoongi was furious. He arrived at Death Valley, using the front entrance. Pulling a mask over his face, he barged in, surveying the silence as a sign that the bar was empty. Through the kitchen he arrive at the back storage room, accessible only by key, where all of the surveillance had been set up years ago. 

Monitors were spread across the wall, but Yoongi’s eyes narrowed in at one that was coming up with no feed. Your apartment. Someone had fucked with the cameras. Yoongi types away at the main monitor, enlarging your apartment footage and reeling back to find the moment the device was destroyed.

He sees Taehyung, whispering something to you. Next thing he knows the stream is blank. He grits his teeth, as all the pieces fall into place. He was a fool. How could he have been so blind? Taehyung must be in love with you. He must have, after watching you for so many years. Yoongi scowled at the thought of the ways Taehyung may have seen you, naked, vulnerable, ways that only he should. 

He had trusted Taehyung. Taehyung had only ever shown interest in money and Yoongi thought that was enough. Taehyung must have fucked you over and over again once the cameras were dead. What a whore. It made sense then that he had cut the line through his branding on you. He was the only one who could have. He had access to you and he was psychotic! He must have forced you to lie. You wouldn’t ever hide anything from Yoongi, no, Yoongi was the man of your dreams. You felt grateful that you had him, didn’t you?

He tilted his head, cracking his knuckles before he punched the glass screen, causing the feed to go haywire and sparks to erupt. Kim Taehyung. You are dead to me.

Yoongi growled lowly before picking up his phone. “It’s me. I need to see you. Now” 

-

Hobi kept his hand on the small of your back as he led you down to the hotel bar. The two of you nodded politely at the staff members who were busily preparing for the big event. The bar was empty aside for a few guests enjoying their brunch-time mimosas.

Hobi couldn’t really revel in the fact that the two of you were getting drinks together, almost like a date. His mind was too caught up in the initial shock he felt when he saw you tied up in his boss’ bedroom. He felt upset, but moreso he felt violated. He wondered if you were getting taken advantage of. Did he promise you a promotion? Was he manipulating you?

Punishing someone like that, Hobi was never one to kink shame, but it seemed a bit much. The name burned into your skin did nothing to ease his concern. Someone who was possessive, violent, impulsive. It reminded him of...

Hobi didn’t know. He didn’t know who gave him orders. He really didn’t care once the cash rolled in, but it began hitting too close to home. He wasn’t thrilled about hurting Namjoon, but two duffel bags of cash were enough for him to momentarily set aside his morals. 

“What should I get?” You surveyed the small menu of cocktails. “What’s gonna fuck me up the fastest?”

Hobi snorted, “Tequila” He twirled your hair as your gaze remained glued to the menu. The thought of you being in danger upset him greatly “Y/n...when did Yoongi brand you?" You called the bartender ordering a line of shots to which the they glanced at the clock before giving you a weird look.

“The night of the rematch” You told him, reacting before you realized what you had said. Your lip tucked between your teeth as you tried to conjure an excuse. A row of shot glasses was placed in front of you. You took one, gulping it down before letting out a heavy sigh. The bitterness burned down your throat. You basked as the liquid hit your mind, easing you slightly.

“Yoongi was at the fight?” Hobi recalled the wild night that the three of you had been at Death Valley. It was the first time he ever saw the man giving him orders. The man was tall, broad, had dark hair and wore dark clothes, face covered in a mask. Could it have been...Yoongi?

“Y/n!” The two of you turned to see Jungkook approaching the bar. He had changed his hair, the blue swapped for a short black cut, and you couldn’t help but double take at his new eyebrow piercing. 

You downed another shot, glancing at Hobi who had raised his eyebrows seeing the drug dealer. Jungkook gave you a light hug, waving timidly to Hobi. You smirked, another shot down the hatch. “Easyyyy Y/n” He placed a hand on your back as he slid into the seat next to you.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Hobi sneered. Jungkook rolled his eyes, used to the condescending treatment of gang members. "Didn’t you get stabbed or something?”

“I did!” Jungkook grinned, “In fact, that’s exactly why I’m here. I think I figured out who Mr. Bossman is, and I wanna fucking kill him”

Hobi rolled his eyes, “Oh really”

“Kim Seok-motherfucking-Jin baby. He stabbed me. He’s the one who showed up and threatened me to move out of Y/n’s apartment, so he’s probably also the one who called for the kidnapping. And he might have called for Jimin’s accident. It makes so much fucking sense”

Jin did what? There was not enough alcohol in your veins to act like you didn’t fully understand what he had just said. Jin had Jungkook move out? It wasn’t impossible. And that’s what scared you. You blinked at Jungkook incredulously, “But he’s literally a police officer”

Jungkook’s grin widened, “Exactly! It’s fucking brilliant. He’s a cop, he fights for the other side. He wins no matter what and can never get caught. No one would ever suspect him. Winning despite being threatened? Who threatened him huh? It’s a fucking ploy. You’re not dead and neither is he I bet. Kingpin. Boom”

You felt sick, knowing that Yoongi was not the only person you needed to be worried about. It was almost funny how blatantly misinformed Jungkook was. “Wow you guys are idiots.” You muttered under your breath, taking another shot before coughing roughly. Should I tell them? Why did Jin lie? Is this even the truth? Jin always tried to pin things on Jungkook, but you defended him. Hearing his words now made your head spin. He’s lying. Jungkook is lying. You wanted to scream, frustration flooding through your veins as you clenched your fists.

“I’m gonna tell Jimin and Taehyung what I know. They will give me so much money dude.” Jungkook chuckled, “And then they’d kill him, oh God finally”

Hobi pursed his lips, mouth feeling dry as he reflected on Jin’s eerie words before he shot him in the leg. He didn’t know where Jin was anymore, handing him off to be taken somewhere. It didn’t make sense. His orders were to seize Jin if Jin won the fight. Why place an order like that all? Why do any of this?

“Y/n, come with me.” Jungkook tugged at the sleeve of the oversized Nirvana shirt you had thrown on after your shower session with Hobi. You giggled, the thought of Taehyung coming into your slowed thoughts like a hurricane, tearing up any understanding you thought you had of the situation. There was only one thing you believed. Only one thing you knew with full certainty and it was all you could hold onto.

“Oh my goodness it’s Yoongi. It’s Yoongi. It’s always been Yoongi” The words spilled from your lips like the tequila that dripped down the side of your lips as you took yet another shot, giggling like a ditz. Jungkook and Hobi exchanged confused looks with each other, only making you laugh more. “I would fucking know okay!” Your laughs grew loud, “I was locked up in his fucking apartment and where the hell were all of you huh? Dumb fucking idiots!” You buckled over, laughing into Jungkook’s chest.

“Jungkook” Hobi sighed, “I gotta get back to work. Can you get her sober please?” Jungkook nodded. He held your waist tightly helping you stand, walking with you carefully to the hotel elevator.

The laughter wouldn’t stop. Passerbys shot the two of you dirty looks as Jungkook pulled you into the elevator easily. Through it’s glass walls you could see the midday skyline, where outside people hustled through life as if everything were normal. Must be fucking nice. “Y/n” Your laughs began to choke in your throat, turning instead to the sobs you tried to suppress with whatever will you had left. 

Jungkook placed his soft lips on your shoulder. Hands sliding onto your waist as he peered at you curiously, “Y/n, is everything okay?”

You shook your head, the elevator door closed as tears began forming in your eyes. Your voice croaked, “I’m dead. He’s gonna kill me. T..taehyung is gonna kill me. I...I know he will. He’s everywhere. Everywhere.” You looked around frantically, suddenly feeling hyperaware of the security cameras littered throughout the public space. “I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone...I” You hiccuped. Jungkook pulled you into a tight hug.

“It’s okay ssh” He stroked his thumbs them across your cheeks, cupping your face affectionately. “I’m here aren’t I?” You sniffled, nodding lightly. “I got you okay. No one is gonna hurt you”

You stared into his kind brown eyes. You did not trust him, your entire body was screaming at you not to trust him. His fingers danced down your figure, freely gliding over your heaving chest, desperately trying to breathe with the fear that choked you from within.

You blinked at him, eyes glancing down at his pouty lips before finding his eyes again. “Y/n” Jungkook whispered, barely inches from your lips. “I won’t let anyone hurt you okay. I promise”

Fat tears rolled down your face at his words. Jungkook clicked his tongue, cooing at you as he continued to wipe away your hears. “Oh you poor thing” He held you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, before tilting your face up to his. 

He leaned in, eyes fluttering shut as his lips landed on yours, swallowing you into him. The taste of tequila was evident on your lips as he kissed you softly, and you allowed yourself to surrender to his warm touch.

You felt heat pooling in your chest as his fingers trailed up your legs. He traced circles into the inside of your thighs, letting his fingers tease the edge of your shorts. 

“Jungkook” You inhaled sharply, his hot breath tickling your neck as you tilted your head back. He licked his lips before sloppily latching onto your collarbone, sucking down to litter your skin with wet kisses as his fingers slid down your shorts, just barely so that he could roll his hips into you.

He pushed you back against the glass, fingers trailing across your bare thighs before sliding beneath your panties. Jungkook ran a finger over your clothed folds, making you clench down. 

“Y/n” His voice sounded equally as desperate as yours, barely audible over the sound of his heavy breathing. “Fuck I missed you” You gasped as his fingers slid under the fabric. He pushed a finger in, allowing your tight cunt to accustom to it before adding another finger not long after. 

His other hand slid beneath your shirt, pushing your bra up so he could run his thumb over your nipples, his touch featherlight, leaving you breathless. You rolled your eyes back in pleasure, bucking your hips up as he slowly pumped you with his fingers.

“That’s it baby, just like that” He whispered, lips pressing into your neck. You let out a shaky moan as his fingers quickened, pumping in and out of you as you latched onto his shoulders. “Look at me. Look right at me baby”

He brought his lips over yours, just brushing them across your skin so he could gaze deep into your eyes as you fucked yourself onto his fingers. You cried out his name as the friction began to overwhelm you. His fingers easing you right where you needed them, pleasure searing through you as he watched your every move.

"So good for me” He pulled his fingers out, doused in your sticky arousal before he placed them into his own mouth. Your eyes widen as he licked of every last bit of you and smiles. “You taste so fucking good baby”

He kisses you again, harsher this time as his hips roll against you. Your fingers grip his hair as he pulls down his sweats, allowing his cock to spring out. 

“You want my cock?” He ran his tongue over your lips, tugging at them slightly as he stroked his cock. You could feel his hand moving between your legs. “You want my big cock in your little pussy?”

You gulped, nodding as Jungkook looked down, lining his tip against your folds, pushing in only slightly before meeting your eyes again. “So warm and wet for me, fuck” He pushed in further, groaning as you spread your thighs wider, allowing him to thrust as deep as he could. He stilled briefly, kissing you again “You take me so well baby fuck. So fucking tight for me. My pretty baby” He stroked your face, thumb pushing into your mouth slightly.

“Does it feel good?” He mumbled, pulling out just slightly before rolling his hips back into you. He picked up a rhythm, fucking you deep and slow, hands clawing at your breasts.

“Yeah...feels really good” Your eyes fell shut, enjoying the fulfilling pleasure of his movements. He pulled your shirt up, burying his face between your breasts as he continued to fuck up into you. 

“Mmm yeah I bet” He pushed your bra up, allowing his fingers to pinch you nipples. He took one into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the small bud as he began to suckle you, looking up to your face and enjoying your reactions. “You’re so fucking pretty you know that right?” He sucked on your breast harshly before leaving it with a soft kiss and moving onto the other. “So perfect for me”

His thrusts quickened, driving you up the wall as his hands fell to your hips. You burying your face in the crook of his neck as you felt your high approaching. “Jungkook...I’m...”

“Yeah?” Jungkook’s voice was raspy with lust, “You wanna cum baby? Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock, wanna hear you make those pretty little moans when you cum”

You cried out with every thrust as he pushed you over the edge, and you felt your pussy burst with pleasure as you came, the sloppy sounds of your arousal echoing through the small space. Jungkook groaned as the hot liquid covered his cock, allowing him to slide in and out of you with ease. 

“There you go. Good girl. Good fucking girl, just like that” He gasped, feeling his cock twitch slightly, buried deep in your cunt, “Want me to cum inside you baby?” You nodded, whining slightly, “Yeah? You want it baby? Huh?” Jungkook’s hips thrust furiously at you, and he cupped your face, bringing his forehead against yours so he could look into your eyes as he came. “Want my cum? Want me to fill you up baby?”

“Yeah. I want it. Jungkook please,” Your whiny voice was enough to have him spurting through you.

“Holy fuck” Jungkook buckled over, holding you tight as cum shot out of him, filling you up and leaking out onto the floor.

He pulled out of you quickly, pulling up his sweats while you fixed your own clothes. Sweat painted his forehead as he looked at you, panting with a big smile on his cute face.

“I missed that” He confessed, pulling you back into him by the waist. He knelt down and pressed his lips on yours, letting his hands slide to your ass and squeeze them softly. 

You heard a familiar ring as the elevator door reached it’s destination. You jumped away from Jungkook, unable to get far as the strong boy’s hold on you remained steady. 

"I see stabbing you once didn’t really drive home the message huh Mr. Jeon Jungkook” 

You felt goosebumps spread as you heard the sinister tone of Jin’s voice. He stood leaning against the elevator as if he had been waiting for you, twirling his knife around aimlessly between his fingers. “Too bad, I unfortunately can’t kill you yet” He turned to you and winked, “Both of you come with me”

-

Sweat trickled down from Namjoon’s neck, his eyes glued to the tattered punching bag in front of him. His muscles were still sore, bruises still spattered across his bare chest. He didn’t care. He was sick of feeling helpless. Under the dim lights of the boxing gym, he pushed himself, another hit, more force, ignoring the pain shooting through his limbs with every strike.

“Don’t overdo it” Namjoon rolled his eyes at the sound of the familiar voice. “Last thing you want is to get injured again” He turned to the sound of loafers echoing across the concrete floor.

“What do you want Yoongi?” Namjoon sneered. The producer smirked slightly, patting the punching bag playfully before pacing around Namjoon.

“I’m gonna kill Taehyung, and I know Jimin is gonna break hell. I need you to protect Y/n for me. Can I trust you, Namjoon?” His voice was stern.

“Man, fuck you Yoongi” Namjoon groaned, “I put my life on the line for you constantly and you still have to fucking ask? Promise me. I want out after this. Promise me a record deal”

Yoongi shrugged, “Okay fine. I’ll sign you. Don’t let her out of your sight.” Yoongi inhaled sharply, “And I swear to God Namjoon if you even think about touching her, you’re dead to me. And I will know if you do.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, lips parted, desperately trying to catch his breath. “Yeah okay. Just get me my fucking record deal”

Yoongi pursed his lips, pulling out his phone and handing it to Namjoon. “Paperwork is ready. You have one job. Don’t fuck up again” Namjoon clenched his fist as Yoongi chuckled in amusement. “I have some business I need to deal with personally. Keep her safe Namjoon, please”

-

You gagged, a puke-ish feeling clogging your throat as you coughed out. Your head was throbbing with pain as you squinted against the gleaming lights from the chandelier above your head. Glancing around, you realized you were back at Jungkook’s place, large dark wooden floors adding to the ambiance that just screamed rich in your face. The plushness of his large bed evident beneath you. 

You get up slightly, peering across the room where you see Jin handing a large duffel bag to Jungkook, whispering something into his ear. Jungkook nods eagerly, shaking Jin’s hand before exiting. He turns back to you, smiling as he realizes you are awake.

“Hey party girl. Recovered from our little day drinking session have we?” Jin chuckled. You scowl, searching around you as your throat desperately demanded water. Jin handed you a glass. “I just got Jungkook caught up, but you and I need to have a little talk” 

You exhaled before emptying the entire glass down your throat. “I know everything” You scoffed in spite, “I know everything you did, you fucking maniac”

Jin smiled wide at the term, “I know. Jungkook told me you think I was behind all of the stuff that’s been going on, stabbing him and kidnapping you. I mean,” Jin laughed, a tinge of condescendence in his voice, “You don’t actually believe that do you? Like, seriously how dumb are these guys. At least you’re smart”

You frowned at his tone, unsure of how to respond. Jin raised his eyebrows at your silence before continuing, “Oh come on Y/n. Use that little brain of yours hm? What the hell would I be gaining from all this? It was Taehyung.”

He extended you a hand, helping you out of the bed and pulling you up to stand before him, “What did he tell you huh? That he’s Yoongi’s friend or some shit? Taehyung doesn’t give a fuck about Yoongi. And I know you know about him screwing over Jimin. He’s trying to take over both gangs, not just Jimin’s, and he’s been lying to you this whole time.”

The bargaining chip. “What do you mean?” You followed the flat echoes of his footsteps down the hallway into the same office that you had Jimin tied up only a few days ago. You suppressed a smile as you noticed the curtains were still torn.

“He’s distracting Jimin and Yoongi with you. He wants them to get up against each other so that he can sway the gang loyalties towards him by showing that their leaders priorities are off. Look here” Jin motioned towards a laptop on the large desk, playing security footage of what appeared to be Death Valley’s parking lot, where people were loading bags of cash into what could have been Taehyung’s car. “He’s robbing them. And you know what else Y/n? When he’s done with all of this, he’s gonna kill them both.” 

No. No way. Betrayal stung you as you process Jin’s words, “You’re just a pawn in his game. You were bait. He just needed to you get Jimin and Yoongi to fight amongst each other. And you let him, didn’t you?” Jin chuckled, patting your cheek. “I know he kept telling you that you could trust him. That he wouldn’t hurt you. It was bullshit Y/n. This man only cares about one thing. Himself”

You thought back to the first night you laid your eyes on him, back when his hair was a faded green, his sweaty tan skin contrasting his dark leather jacket. The look of familiarity in his eyes and the gleam from his diamond studded watch. You were a fool. He strung you along.

“Where is he?” You growled, “I wanna hear it from him. I wanna ask him myself”

“Absolutely. In fact, if you’re up for it, I was wondering if you would be down to do another little mission for me” Jin winked at you. You scowled, folding your arms over your chest, “If we don’t kill him first, he’s planning on killing Yoongi tonight before the party. I know because I got him to let me in on his little coup” Your heart dropped, “You don’t want that do you?”

"No” You blurted. 

“So let’s kill him first. Come on, let’s go get you dolled up for this party”

As you left the office, you couldn’t help but notice a familiar figure standing at the other end of the hallway.

Namjoon? Your eyes locked with his. He pressed a finger to his lips before pointing at Jin and shaking his head. What is he trying to say. Namjoon seemed to have a warning look in his eyes. You simply shrugged at him, before running down the hall to catch up with Jin.

Namjoon exhaled, watching from a window as Jin and you drove off, likely heading to the hotel. Looking at his palm he saw the way his nails left imprints in his skin from how hard he was clenching his fists. Namjoon wasn’t necessarily a fan of Taehyung, but he knew a thing or two about him from Yoongi. Taehyung would never kill people. He was averse to it for some reason, Namjoon always thought it was ironic for him to be a gangster given that quality. Taehyung could torture anyone, threaten anyone, but he didn’t have it in him to take a life. 

Which meant that Jin was lying to you. Namjoon never liked Jin. Even aside from all the hits he had taken from the strong man, he always felt something was off about the guy. He feels uneasy about what he had just seen transpire, and decided to go find Yoongi. 

-

“Do you want some coke?” You were in the middle of washing your face when Jin walked in with a bag of powder. “I could use a hit, I don’t know about you”

“Oh hell yes. Thank you” He poured out a line on the bathroom counter using a quarter, watching with a small chuckle as you inhaled the drug, nose pressed against the cool marble. You sighed, wiping your nose and flashing a big grin in the mirror “Damn. I needed that. I didn’t know that you use”

Jin bit back a smirk, “I do.” He poured another line on the same place, this time taking a hit himself. “A lot”

“Oh. Officer Jin is a druggie like the rest of us huh” You teased. Jin poured himself a gin martini, taking a sip, eyes alight with amusement. “Does that turn you on ever? Do you ever have a hottie cuffed up and they’re like please Officer does that..you know..turn you on?”

Jin’s eyes widened at you “Not any hottie, no. Now if I had you cuffed up saying that” He chuckled, pulling you to him by the waist “That’s a whole other story” You pushed him away playfully.

“What?” Jin said mockingly, “Don’t remember that night where I gave you the best orgasm of your life?” His traced his lips up your jaw, and you could feel his smile against you.

“Wow. Cocky are we?” You raised your eyebrows. “I’ve had some pretty good sex in my life. Hard to say if that was the best”

Suddenly, Jin pulled his knife from his back pocket, glancing in the mirror as he traced the blade across your neck just enough for you to feel the sharp cold metal glide on your skin, pinching without actually making you bleed. “Don’t even lie. You loved fucking me. Don’t you remember? How fucking wet you were?” His breath was hot against your lips, but it was the look in his eyes that had you weak in the knees. 

Taking his knife, he slit clean down your shirt, tearing it off of you to reveal your bare chest. “On the floor slut” His whispered, flirty demeanor now shifted into something dark. Something feral.

You gulped, taking care to slide your bottoms off, not wanting him to slice them up before lowering yourself down onto the tiled bathroom floor. 

Jin set the knife aside, pulling out his lighter and setting in on the counter before shedding his own clothes, even he kicking off his shoes. He lifted his foot, and you watched with a curious gaze as he placed his foot on your chest. He kept the weight off of you, much to your relief, and you couldn’t help but feel absolutely filthy as he rolled your breasts under the sole of his foot. You had never done anything like this. It seemed so dirty, but felt so good. 

“Oh my god Jin” You gasped as he switched onto his other leg, taking his foot and shoving it into your mouth, watching in amusement as you gagged over his toes.

“Look at you. On the fucking floor. Naked little whore. Letting me do whatever I fucking want.” He removed his foot from your mouth, letting you catch your breath before you looked up at him with quivering eyes.

He felt blood rush to his cock at your expression. Licking his lips, knelt down, climbing over you to gently trail his fingers where his foot had been moments ago.

“And you love it” He sneered, letting his nails dig into your breast, “You love the pain don’t you you fucking slut?” When you didn’t answer he grabbed your jaw, pushing his fingers into the edge of your mouth. “I asked you a fucking question”

“Y...yes” You exhaled. You felt his fingers tease your clit, teeth tugging on your lobe as he laughed darkly.

Jin reached for the martini glass “Turn over” He growled. You found yourself with your breasts pressed flat against the floor, Jin’s cock pressing into your ass. You gasped as he poured the drink onto your back. “This is gonna burn. And you’re gonna take it like a good girl. I know you are, you let Yoongi do it so I can too”

“Wait what” Jin pressed your face down with one hand while the other grabbed his lighter, “Jin. Hold on.” Your voice rose in fear, which only turned Jin on more. He watched as you writhed under him, trying desperately to get away. “Jin seriously. That’s not funny”

“Shhh. You can take it” He cooed, flicking the flame on he slowly lowered it to your skin, bringing it nearer and nearer to the doused skin. You yelped as you began to feel the concentrated heat. Your entire body was petrified. “Enjoy it baby. You like it. You love it. You let Yoongi do it so why can’t I?”

“Jin. It’s not you, I'm just not ready for something like this please” Jin cocked his head aside in irritation, stopping the lighter before it actually touched you and tossing it aside. “I didn’t let Yoongi brand me he just did.”

Jin stilled momentarily. “And you still love him? Even though he did that?”

You didn’t answer. That alone was enough for Jin to rage. He slammed your face back down, the blow giving you a dizzying sensation that hat you getting wetter by the second. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He growled, “How can you love someone like that?” He pulled your face up, bending you back until you were flush against his chest. “I don’t want any of them touching you again. You understand me?” He let go, giving you whiplash as you fell back to the floor. “Ass up. Now” He spanked your ass hard, causing you to yelp. The stinging pain vibrated to your core. You couldn’t help but love every second of it. 

Jin knew that you were scared of him, he could feel it. He could also see the way your thighs would clench whenever he did anything to you. You were his favorite drug. He was going to ruin you.

He grabbed his belt from the pile of clothes on the side, “Hands under” He demanded, rolling his lip through his teeth as you obeyed him right away. He took the belt tying your wrists to your knees under you.

He took a moment to admire his work, your shivering body all his for the taking. You had no where to run. He had you now. “Who gives it to you the best him?” Pulling you towards him by your thighs, he didn’t care that your knees would burn against the smooth tile as he lined his cock up with your folds. He spat down, a glob of saliva landing on your ass before he used his cock head to rub it all over you. He could hear your shaky breath, your whiny moans that made him want to fuck you even more. 

He slapped his palm  onto the curve of your ass, bending over your to growl into your ear “Filthy whore. You disgust me. You let them all just do whatever they want to you, don’t you have any fucking self respect?” He could see his words were hitting close to home. You pursed your trembling lips as Jin smacked you again in the same place. 

“When will you fucking learn huh? This pussy” He reached his hand to harshly cup your cunt, shoving two fingers inside you without warning. “This pussy belongs to me. You’re mine. My cockslut whore” Taking his fingers out, he shoved them into your mouth “You taste that? That how desperate your needy little cunt is for me”

Your legs were strung together, making it all the more painful when he finally began to push his cock inside you, using his fingers to scissor you open so that he could get deep inside you. His length pushed against your tight walls, your cries and curses only motivating Jin to push further. 

“Who owns this cunt huh?” Jin pulled your hips back, burning your knees each time as he pulled you on and off his cock. Your ass slammed into him with each blow. 

“You do. Holy fuck, you do” You gasped, practically screaming as your whole body ached with pain and pleasure. 

“That’s right baby” He pinched your clit, making you yelp as he flicked at it, pounding into your relentlessly. 

“J..Jin” You mumbled, lips still half pressed on the floor, “Jin please. Feels good” Jin scoffed, “Gonna cum...gonna cum” You inhaled loudly as you felt your high approaching. Your eyes clenched shut as he edged you closer and closer, fingers furiously attacking your clit until he stopped.

You let out a loud sob as Jin yanked you up by your neck “You really thought I would let you cum whore?” His grip tightened, cock twitching at the way your voice sounded choking, the water streaming from your eyes and the drool at the edge of your lips. He kissed you, licking it all up in the process.  

“Look in the mirror. Look at how pathetic you are. I want you to remember the only person who’s ever gonna let you feel this good” You looked at your reflection, seeing only your faces and the way Jin’s nails dug into your neck. He pushed you forward so that your chin was on the countertop. You coughed out, watching as he resumed his thrusts, punishing your clit with the jarring movements of his fingers. 

You screamed, pleasure crashing over you in a wave of tantalizing heat. You gushed onto his cock, tears falling from your eyes due to how overwhelming the sensation was. Jin continued to whisper filth right into your ears but you could no longer hear anything. Your vision became hazy, not minding the blow when Jin shoved you back onto the floor and pounded you to his own release.

On the other side of the wall, Namjoon leaned his head back and sighed, glancing down to see his cock in his hands, now completely covered in cum.

-

Taehyung chewed on his gum nonchalantly as he paced around the luxurious hotel, checking out all the fun features. The pool deck was nice, the lobby exquisite, and his favorite part, the cafe, smelt delicious. 

Yoongi had asked to meet him in his suite. On his way there he ran into you, and you knocked his breath away. He always thought you were beautiful, but tonight you looked elegant. It was such a surprising contrast to your usual getup, but you looked amazing. He was about to tell you just that when he finally registered the hurt look in your eyes.

“You liar” You slapped him with everything you had. Taehyung backed away in surprise. “How could you use me like that? Over and over again. I trusted you. You were really the only one I thought had my back. Without a fucking doubt” You lunged towards him for another hit but Taehyung held your wrist firmly.

“What are you talking about? When did I use you?” Taehyung looked around frantically, “Calm down okay, let’s go somewhere and talk this through.” Your eyes flared in anger. 

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! You’re gonna kill them!” You screamed. Taehyung squinted, noticing the slight redness in your eyes. He sighed in understanding, pulling you by the wrist into a corridor. 

“Y/n. Breathe. Tell me what’s going on” Taehyung attempted to calm you down but you were enraged. “And what the fuck are you on?”

Admittedly, you and Jin had ended up doing many more lines of coke, perhaps even molly, you were no longer sure, but you washed it down with the bottle of gin, finding it unprecedentedly hilarious that Jin liked to drink gin martinis. 

“You used me! To fuck with Jimin! And Yoongi! You lied to me! Everything you said was a fucking lie, everything you did, every stupid word that came out of your stupid mouth was a lie! You just want power. You’re selfish, and...and...you’re gonna KILL them” A dramatic gasp left your lips, Taehyung almost laughed, “You’re gonna kill Yoongi. I...I can’t let you do that”

You pulled out your gun, cocking it and pressing it against Taehyung’s chest. He instantly put his hands up. “Y/n. Y/n stop. That’s not true okay you’re not thinking straight. Don’t do something you’ll regret”

Your hands trembled around the gun “You’ll kill them. You’ll kill them both...I can’t let you do that”

“Hold on!”

Too late. You pulled the trigger.

-

Hobi wandered through the parking lot looking for his car. His eyes narrowed on a familiar vehicle, thinking back to when he had loaded the drug money from the last fight. 

So. Is that guy Yoongi then? The one I kept seeing? Hobi wandered over to the car. Peering inside the passenger window, his eyes locked on a small item on the floor of the car. He squinted to read it, it appeared to be some sort of credit card.

He stepped back, realizing what the name on the card was. He glanced around before taking the end of his gun and ramming it into the door handle. The door creaked open, allowing Hobi to swipe the card up. He slid it into his pocket, before hurriedly returning to the hotel. 

-

Namjoon’s eyes widened as he watched you pull a gun out on Taehyung. He had been thoroughly entertained as you yelled and slapped him, knowing full well that you were high out of your mind. 

Namjoon couldn’t understand Jin’s plan at all. He had eavesdropped on everything so far, as per Yoongi’s orders. Why would Jin ask you to kill Taehyung, why wouldn’t he just do it himself? He knew you would hate yourself if you actually killed him. 

He had also been thoroughly disappointed at how easily Jungkook had bought into Jin’s agenda as well. The things people do for money. Namjoon sighed, realizing that he was pretty much acting on similar motivations. 

You were ready to pull the trigger, and Namjoon was almost certain you wouldn’t do it, until he saw your finger begin to curl. He ran towards the corridor as fast as he could.

“Hold on!” He yelled, but it was too late. Taehyung’s eyes flew shut.

Namjoon blinked, not hearing the familiar gunshot sound. You looked equally confused, glancing down the barrel of your gun. Taehyung let out a shaky sigh of relief, sliding down the wall.

“It...was a blank” You mumbled. Namjoon rushed to your side, pulling you away from Taehyung. “What the...what was I just about to do?” His heart clenched as your lips parted in shock.

“Taehyung are you okay?” Namjoon asked. Taehyung nodded, clearly shaken up but managing to get a hold of himself. 

“What the fuck is going on?” He growled, “Who gave her a gun? And who gave her drugs while she had a gun? Fucking hell”

Namjoon stroked your back as you let the gun drop to the floor, the weight of your actions finally hitting you. 

“I’m so sorry. Taehyung I...” You looked into his eyes. Those eyes that always left you questioning what was really going on in that pretty head of his. 

“Yeah. Jin fucking fed her some interesting stories about how you’re using her. At least I hope they’re just stories” Namjoon peered at him. “I’m Namjoon by the way, we haven’t officially met”

Taehyung shook his hand “Hi Namjoon. I heard you make pretty decent music” He chuckled ironically, “Y/n, I need you to tell me everything Jin said. There’s been some sort of misunderstanding, I promise you I wasn’t taking advantage of you.”

Namjoon made a face, exchanging a glance with you as you nodded slowly. Namjoon was not entirely sure he should believe Taehyung. He supposed it wouldn’t matter, when he knew that Yoongi was planning to kill Taehyung anyways. The more information he had, the better he could at least keep you out of trouble. 

P R E S E N T  D A Y--

Security escorted you and Jimin out immediately as the media broke into a frenzy trying to figure out what had happened. You had hoped your acting skills had convinced him. 

After Taehyung sobered you up slightly, the three of you had sat and schemed. Using everything the three of you knew, you were able to figure out that it really was Jin behind Jimin’s accident, your and Namjoon’s kidnapping, as well as Jungkook’s attempted murder. He was able to do all of this using Hobi’s help, but Hobi seemed not to know that he was receiving orders from Jin.

The question remained how and why. 

“I know you’re not going to believe me. So I have proof” Taehyung pulled his phone out, pulling up a recording of Jin tied up somewhere.

All I ask, is that when the dust settles, Y/n is mine. And I get to kill them. My way

You felt queasy seeing his earnest expression through the film. Namjoon’s jaw clenched, recognizing crazy when he saw it, wishing he could have knocked the guy’s brains out beforehand.

“Listen to me. This guy is dangerous. I don’t really understand why he’s doing all of this. He said he wanted to help me, but clearly there’s some other motive here. Otherwise he wouldn’t go behind my back.” Taehyung muttered.

“The only way to know what he wants is to see what he does next” Namjoon pitched in. 

You glanced between the two men, feeling weirdly relieved that you finally had some solid answers. Having Namjoon by your side after so long was the best thing you could ask for at the moment, and you clung to him, hands wrapped around his arm tightly. He thought it was cute.

“Let me fake my death. Let’s see what he does.”

The drivers took you and Jimin to the precinct. You looked around for Namjoon but he was nowhere to be seen. Your eyes met Jin’s briefly as he signed some paperwork. He winked at you.

“Can I have the body taken to get an autopsy report please?” You weren’t phased by this. Taehyung had said he had enough contacts to make it truly believable that he had died. Jimin’s face was void of emotion as he watched the stretcher go past with the body on it.

You left the hold on his hand, your blood running cold as the body nears you. It was loosely covered with a white sheet, but the arm hung out limply from the sight.

That watch. That’s his watch.

Jimin pressed his lips to the top of your head, sliding his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him “You okay babe?” 

“I...no yeah, I’m just shocked” You stammered. You looked up at him, allowing him to place a loving kiss on your lips.

Jimin felt for you, he really did. He himself was generally an emotional person, it was not something he ever tried to hide. But he always felt like his emotional energy was valuable. He didn’t feel the need to cry. Not for Taehyung.

Jimin stroked your back softly, “It’s scary, I know. I know baby, but don’t worry” He licked his lips, eyes briefly meeting Hobi’s from across the room. Hobi gave him a knowing look.

“Don’t worry. It’ll all be over soon”

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a/n: WOOHOOO. the fun is really gonna start now. did you miss yoongi? don’t worry, he’ll be back. drop your theories in my asks! who killed taehyung? what’s jin’s deal? 

smut pairs are up for next week! poor oc, she really needs to eat some food. yikes.

see you then & thanks for reading <3 happy juneteenth! 

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death valley (m) | part 9

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, jimin x reader, jungkook x reader, seokjin x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 10.5k (you’ll speed through it i promise)

warnings: reader discretion advised. drug use, manipulation, rough sex, penetrative sex, oral sex, breast play, cum play, fingering, toxic behavior, reference to psychological disorders, slut-shaming, obsessive, possessive, yandere themes, lying, fighting, guns, shootings, character death, degradation, groping, praise, lots of love-making, lots of emotional confessions, angsty sex, heavy flirting, reference to past somno, dubcon/coersive sex, car chase, alcohol use, sex while intoxicated....i think that’s everything??? bathroom sex, police station sex, forced vouyerism, torture, a building gets set on fire (bultaoreune pt 2) lots of stabbing/knife use, jimin sings a song about you awh! and also namjoon is a whole SIMP

a/n: MY ENTIRE SOUL WENT INTO THIS and i probably cried at some point. please enjoy.

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The clicking of Jin’s pen between his fingers did nothing to ease your irritation as he paced around you slowly, settling then to place his palms on the table, leaning forward until he was a breath away from you. 

“What exactly were you doing...with me?” The sleazy grin on his face had you eager to punch his perfectly sharp jawline. 

“We were doing drugs at the hotel.” You stated simply, a bitter taste in your mouth. “Cocaine, molly, who knows what else, and we drank....we fucked” 

Jin smirked, glancing back at the mirror briefly. He sat himself down lightly on the table. Leaning back on his hands, the incessant clicking of his pen continuing to echo off of the plain walls.

“Right...we did, didn’t we. Can you describe it to me?” His flirtatious tone seemed blatantly inappropriate for the occasion, but that didn’t stop him from flashing you those hungry, lustful eyes. 

He walked his calloused fingers down the collar of your shirt, tapping against your chest softly. The brush of his skin against yours had you trembling. You felt the constrain of your blouse give way as he popped open each button with the swift move of his thumb.

“Stop playing games Jin. You’re the one who fucking wanted me to kill him” You whispered to him, eyeing the camera that filmed you from the corner. 

He grazed along the front clip of your bra, before snapping it open, your flesh spilling out. He sighed in approval, hands now pushing aside the fabric so he could tug at your nipples. You looked at the mirror, knowing full well that someone was behind it. 

“I know it wasn’t you, dumbass” His voice was eerily raspy, face now barely inches from yours as his palm covered your breast. His words searing against your neck, making your face flush with heat. Your breath hitched as he ran a stripe down your neck before settling to sink his teeth into your shoulder. “You wanna know what I think?” You gulped as he brushed his lips across the expanse of your sternum. “I think it was Yoongi” 

He backed away, only enough to fully enjoy the disturbed look in your eyes, the dilemma in your head obvious to him, the denial almost salivating. He knew you wouldn’t accept it but he simply loved watching you fall apart. There was an exhilarating rush he felt when getting inside your head, making you lose faith in someone you thought you loved, making you afraid, helpless, and confused. He couldn’t get enough.

“But I mean, you saw him that day right? It couldn’t have been him since he at the album release party...hm?” You were horrified, Jin’s cock painfully throbbed through his tight pants. Setting down his pen, his slender fingers wrapped around your throat, loving the way your eyes were filled with fear, lips parted as you choked for a breath. He released you, and you gasped loudly, panting as you collected yourself. 

“No...I didn’t see him there but...I was high so maybe” Jin grinned, he could feel your heart racing, the trepidation in your eyes making him want to flip you over and fuck you until you were screaming for him to stop. 

“Can you describe to me the last interaction you had with him?” He unbuttoned your pants and you watched him, mind numb and unable to process anything. You felt his hand slide beneath the waistline, fingers greedily searching as you spread your legs. His fingers found your clit, gliding across in small, painfully light circles. He was giving you nothing, but you had already surrendered to his touch.

“H..he was upset...” Heat pooled between your legs as you clenched your thighs, desperately trying to feel Jin’s fingers. You swallowed, basking in the sensation just briefly as you eyes fluttered shut. “He thought I had been with someone. But no--no way. I know how it sounds but it wasn’t Yoongi. There’s no way he would have known that I slept with Taehyung” 

“Oh. You slept with Taehyung? My goodness.” Jin shoved a finger into your cunt causing you to buckle forward, hands landing on his thighs. He chuckled at the breathless curses spilling from your chapped lips as he curled his finger inside of you. 

“Is he that possessive though? Do you think Yoongi would go to such lengths just because of jealousy? I mean, that seems pretty extreme.” Jin paused, pulling his finger out, ignoring your frustrated groan. He wiped his fingers against your cheek as if you were a rag. “Well I suppose this is the guy who branded you, locked you up in his apartment. And clearly he has a temper.”

“I’m a bit curious” You strained your neck to turn away as Jin’s tongue lapped at your cheeks, sloppily taking up the arousal spread across your face. “The night you were kidnapped, did you fuck Namjoon?”

You inhaled sharply, nodding. Jin finished licking up your cheeks before pressing his lips onto yours again. You could feel his grin on your lips as his hands cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to him so he could deepen the kiss.

You gasped as he parted, giving you a proud look that made you tempted to strangle him then and there, law be damned. “Before Jimin’s accident, didn’t you sleep with him too?” 

“Yes, how do you kno--” Jin placed a finger over your lips, making you scowl.

“Is it possible that Yoongi orchestrated all of this to punish and scare off your lovers? And that Yoongi could have found out about you sleeping with Taehyung and killed him?”

You went quiet, Jin’s grin widening as the light vanished from your eyes. His words sunk in as you began to recount all the events that had been happening over the past few weeks. 

“Yes but..no...no he” You sounded as though you were trying to convince yourself more than Jin. Tears streamed down your face “But Jungkook said...you...”

Jin pat your cheeks playfully, “Ah, right. The drug dealer who was high on heroin and claims I stabbed him.” He flicked your forehead, “Use that pretty head of yours hm? I was with you that night, wasn’t I? Driving you home. Your entire basis for thinking I’m a bad person is on the words of a seasoned liar”

“Jungkook wouldn’t...he...” 

“God Y/n!” Jin snapped, slamming his fist onto the table “Why do you keep defending Jungkook of all people? We’ve been over this, he’s lied to you so many fucking times. He lied about it being me who threatened him to have him move out. I didn’t even know you then. He lied to you about drugging Namjoon, and honestly who knows what else he’s lied about. He’s a greedy whore. Nothing more.”

You clenched your eyes shut, hoping that you could somehow awaken from the nightmare that the past two days had been and instead return to the hotel room with Yoongi, kissing him. The only thoughts on your mind being his consuming adoration for you, the fire that took over you whenever you touched him, and the exciting prospect of what a life with him would entail. Making love and music every night for the rest of eternity. 

“Can’t you see that they’re paying Jungkook to lie to you? You know for a fact that Yoongi is a gangster. You know for a fact that Hobi works for him. They’ve gone to great lengths to manipulate you against me. The only person who actually can keep you safe from Yoongi” His brown eyes were focused on you, all the flirting and teasing vanished, leaving nothing but a man of the law doing his duty. 

You nodded, words unable to form in your mouth that was instead filled with an overwhelming bitterness. Jin faced the mirror and gave a satisfied smile.

“That’s all my questions. I think we know who our killer is”

Jin glanced back at the mirror and gave a slight nod, to which the door opened, allowing an officer to drag in a defeated looking Yoongi in handcuffs, plopping him down into the chair across from you. His face was sullen, eyes red and tired, from drugs or tears, you weren’t quite sure. He wore a white hoodie, now stained with streaks of what you prayed was dirt and not blood. 

You internally pleaded for him to look you in the eyes, but he didn’t. His eyes remained steady on the ground, not reacting as Jin walked over to him, lightly smacking his head. “Enjoy the show Mr. Min Yoongi?”

Your heart dropped, had he seen all of that? Yoongi didn’t move, you could see his fists almost whiten with how tightly he was clenching them together through the tight cuffs on his wrist. Jin grabbed a fist full of his hair, yanking his head back to force him to meet his eyes.

“I asked you a question” He sneered, letting him go. Yoongi exhaled, his eyes finally landing on yours. The wind was knocked out of you, you couldn’t breathe. He looked so cold, so broken, making your heart crave for the smile and soft laughs the two of you shared.

He barely reacted to you, instead his attention returned to Jin, who slid his arms under your shoulders and pulled you up.

“I’ll make you talk” Jin’s hands yanked down your shorts, taking your panties down with it before landing a harsh blow to your ass. He pushed your head down onto the table so Yoongi could get a full view of your back. “Confess. Admit you did all of this, and I’ll stop”

Yoongi remained silent, nails digging into his palm as he watched Jin bend down to trail kisses across your lower back. You didn’t dare look up, tears welling in your eyes as you felt Jin’s mouth lower until he was on his knees behind you, making it a point to smack his lips as he kissed your pussy lips. “You smell divine” He commented, hand cupping your heat, rolling his palm to give you some friction to which your hips involuntarily rolled, hoping for more.

“Look at him” Jin’s demanding voice vibrated through your core before he smacked your cunt harshly, making you wince out in pain. “Look into his eyes. I want him to see how good I fuck you”

Slowly you lifted your chin to see Yoongi staring at you. He averted his gaze momentarily, a soft blush appearing on his cheeks before he looked at you again. Your eyes widened as Jin began to glide the tip of his tongue along your wet folds, occasionally clicking his tongue just so he could emphasize the sound of your squelching wetness. Your pussy gushed, Yoongi’s eyes making you clench down as Jin went at you like a kitten, teasing you, making your thighs tremble in desperation. 

“So wet, look at that” Jin ran his finger through you, gathering up a good amount of your arousal before standing up and walking over to Yoongi’s side. He knelt over Yoongi’s shoulders and shoved his finger into your mouth, causing you to gag as he stuffed you full. “Good girl” He tugged at your lip, pushing past Yoongi to plant his lips onto yours, his tongue wrapping around yours sloppily as he kissed you. You groaned in complaint, but it came out sounding nothing like you meant it to, only encouraging Jin to kiss you longer. He parted from you, panting softly before licking his lips. “Taste so good. Doesn’t she Yoongi? Doesn’t she taste amazing?” 

He chuckled, turning behind you as he unbuckled his belt. Moving your hair aside, he slide the belt around your neck, fastening it tightly enough to have you gasping for air. “This is what you’re into isn’t it Yoongi? Treating this goddess like some filthy dog.” He tugged the belt, causing you to yelp out. Jin cooed at you, bending over your body to kiss you softly on the cheek as he gave Yoongi a sinister smirk.

“I don’t know how you could do it, Yoongi. I’d never lay a hand on such a pretty little thing like her” He whispered, nipping away at the tears that were streaming down your face like an open flood, “Then again, you are crazy so” His hands slid under you, grappling with your still exposed breasts. You could feel his bulge pressing into your tender flesh from behind. 

“Tell me baby, do you feel good?” Jin pinched your nipples, making you whine, body writhing under his weight. He stroked your hair, biting onto the edges of your face as he continued caressing you. 

“Y..yes” You looked down, not wanting to see the look in Yoongi’s eyes as you surrendered to the pleasure of Jin’s touch. Your heart was racing, cunt dripping onto the floor as Jin trailed kisses down your spine. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you up and down on his straining erection, eyes glued to Yoongi.

“You can talk you know” Jin commented, in zipping himself so his cock popped out. “You can stop me anytime you’d like, although” He slapped his cock against your fidgeting folds, “Seeing how fucking wet she is, I don’t know that Y/n would want that, would you baby?”

“Stop” Yoongi’s voice was hoarse, his expression unwavering. You purse your lips as Jin began laughing hysterically, continuing to tease his cockhead over your gaping hole. “Y/n. I didn’t do this, he’s lying” 

“I don’t know” You muttered, “I don’t know if I believe you anymore Yoongi, ohhh fuck--” You moaned as Jin filled you up in one thrust. Your lips were parted, eyes rolling back as the feeling of his thick, long cock filled you with a desperate ease. Your walls clamped down, heat melting around him as he began to pull out, the drag hitting you in all the right places. He was going slow--too slow. 

“You whore! I didn’t even know you slept with all these fuckers otherwise trust me they would be DEAD. You hear that princess? Dead.” Yoongi screamed suddenly, his voice booming through the closed walls. He lunged forward, pushing desperately against the handcuffs. Jin chuckled, slowing his thrusts so he could enjoy the blatant entertainment right in front of his eyes. He pulled you flush against his chest, kissing your neck as he shamelessly played with your tits. Yoongi looked like he would throw up.

“You’re insane” Your voice was shaky as Jin continued to pound into you with every word. His large hands radiated with heat over your heaving chest “Y..you branded me...you remembered me this whole time, you kidnapped me...you stalked me--you had Taehyung stalking me...and then you found out we slept together and k...” A loud sob left your lips, “You killed him”

Your heart clenched, as you noticed Yoongi sniffling, finally breaking his resolve as a single tear streamed down from his red eyes. 

“Y/n please” Yoongi stood up. “I did everything for you. All of this was for you, don’t you get that? The label, the gang, the money, all of this. My whole life has been so I can be someone you can love so...you can’t give up on me Y/n.”

“Wow” Jin interrupted, releasing you so he could clap his hands. You groaned in frustration as cold air hit your tender nipples. “If this is you trying to convince her you aren’t insane, you’re doing a great job”

“Fuck you” Yoongi spat, kicking his chair back to run at him. Jin rolled his eyes and pulled his gun from his back pocket, aiming it straight at him. “Y/n tell him to stop” Yoongi growled, slamming his tied fists on the table, “I love you I love you so much why can’t you just see that!? I know...it’s not normal Y/n, I know I can get...angry...okay but I love you. Isn’t that enough? Can’t you just believe me? I swear love, I swear on my love for you I didn’t kill Taehyung, or do any of this other stuff okay.

Your heart dropped as you heard the resounding click of the gun’s safety.

“That’s enough” You felt Jin’s hold loosen at the booming sound of Namjoon’s voice. He barged inside and shoved Jin aside with all his strength, punching him in the face. He pinned him against the wall, knee kicking straight into his groin. Jin yelped out, falling to the ground. Namjoon pried the gun from his hands and pressed it up against his skull. 

Jin tilted his head back, cheek bruised and bleeding as a smirk grew on his lips. “Someone’s really itching for a rematch huh” Jin scoffed. Namjoon lunged towards him again but you held him back.

“Don’t...” You pleaded, hugging him from behind. The room fell quiet, filled only with the sound of your pounding heart resonating through your entire being and Namjoon’s panting, eyes filled with rage and disgust.

His hand slid over yours on his stomach as he took deep breaths, calming himself down. He turned, encircling you in his arms.

“Are you okay? Shit” He pulled the belt off from around your neck, gathering your tossed clothes from the ground and handing them to you. He glanced at Yoongi who gave him a thankful nod.

“Is it true?” Namjoon’s voice was deep as he faced Yoongi, your arms still latched onto him as you got dressed. He stroked your neck protectively as Yoongi sighed in annoyance.

“No, idiot. Now get me out of these cuffs”

Namjoon shook his head, “No...you told me you were going to kill Taehyung that day. Is this why? Was Jin right? Have you been stalking her?”

Yoongi blinked in shock, scowling, “Namjoon you can fucking say goodbye to that record deal unless you fucking get me out of here and get your hand off of her” 

Namjoon glanced at you briefly before pursing his lips, “You’re sick” He spat, taking your hand in his, “Come on, let’s go” Yoongi screamed, kicking the table over before falling to his knees.

You left him there, blinking back tears. You heard loud sobs get quiet as Namjoon closed the door behind you, leading you out of the precinct. 

It was pouring rain as Namjoon led you back to his car, a familiar black Cadillac you had grown to loathe, just like Death Valley, just like everything. Namjoon’s hand remained steady on yours as he waited for you to calm down. You buried your face into your knees, body trembling as he squeezed your hand.

Namjoon tilted his head, thinking for a moment before turning on the aux. He pulled up Jimin’s album, starting with the song that you had helped write. He was sure you hadn’t even heard it yet. Your sniffling came to a slow stop as you registered the music that was playing, cries turning into slight giggles. You looked at him with gratitude.

“Wow.” You laughed, wiping the tears from your face, “We really did that” Namjoon smiled at you warmly, his dimple peeking through his chiseled cheeks. 

“We should go to Jimin’s live show tonight. You deserve to celebrate after all this shit that’s been going on. You down?”

You looked at Namjoon’s adorable eager eyes and nodded. “Yeah. Sounds fun”

F L A S H B A C K--

Taehyung rolled his eyes, glancing back to ensure that you and Namjoon had left. He scrolled through his phone, fastforwarding through the footage of Yoongi berating you, tying you up, and leaving you be. He chuckled as you fucked Hobi, ignoring the shock of arousal he felt at your filthy words as you let Hobi pound into you. 

“You’re really something” Taehyung mumbled with a grin. He had known Yoongi long enough to understand the way he thinks, and knew the second that Yoongi had began yelling at you that he suspected you had been hooking up with others. Taehyung had tried to protect you, he knew Yoongi would be ruthless if he found out about your sexual escapades. For this reason he was less than surprised when Yoongi called him, barking away at the top of his lungs. "Where are you, I told you to meet me?” Yoongi growled through the phone. “Where’s Y/n? She’s not at the suite. Did you take her? You fucking asshole I will fucking burn your house down”

“Yoongi. Chill. Hobi went to look for you and found her there. He broke her out and now she’s headed towards the party. Listen,” Taehyung paused, racking his mind, “There’s something I need to tell you”

“Yeah that you’re fucking in love with Y/n and have been lying to me all these years, I know”

Taehyung burst out laughing, “God, no. She’s all yours hotshot. You need to chill Yoongi, seriously. Remember that officer guy, Jin? He tried to get Y/n to fucking kill me because she thought I was gonna kill you” Taehyung chuckled. He could imagine that Yoongi was probably completely flustered by now. “She fully took that gun you gave her and tried to kill me. Thank God you took out the bullets”

“She really did that for me?” Taehyung wanted to roll his eyes at the sound of Yoongi’s excited voice. He was like a school boy who got a second glance from his first crush, Taehyung found it pathetic.

“Great. She loves you, congrats. I’m gonna disappear and keep an eye on what this Jin guy does. Apparently he’s the one who stabbed Jungkook, kidnapped Y/n and Namjoon, and got Hobi to hit Jimin with a car”

“He what? He kidnapped Y/n? Tell me where he is I’ll fucking kill him. W...why did you not tell me any of this?”

“Taehyung? Hello?”

The call ended abruptly. Taehyung’s phone clattered onto the floor, his body following behind shortly.

P R E S E N T  D A Y--

Jimin arrived at the precinct, ignoring the persistent shutters of cameras and incessant cries of paparazzi. Jimin! Your album sales are predicted to be through the roof? Do you have something you’d like to say to your fans! Jimin! Is it true that a close friend of yours was murdered on the night of your album release! Jimin! Can you tell us more about the intern at your label who you’re sleeping with?

Jimin growled, turning to the mob that followed him “I am not just sleeping with her, she’s my girlfriend. Show a little fucking respect” He took a deep breath before heading inside.

Jin sat behind the counter, a bandage on his face, grinning as he saw Jimin approach him. “Well if isn’t the killer himself”

Jimin sighed, recalling Hobi approaching him. ‘I found something that belongs to you.’  He waved his black card in his face. Jimin reached for it, but Hobi slid it back into his pocket. ‘I don’t think so. I’m gonna get every cent in this account and in exchange I’m gonna give you the name you’ve been dying to know this whole time.’ 

Jimin never checked his own accounts, he found that stuff far too boring. Taehyung would tell him if he had money or not and then he would spend it as he pleased. But after Hobi had his hands on it, he couldn’t help but see for himself, and was not surprised to see that someone had been transferring money out of his account. 

The only person who had access to the account besides him was you and Taehyung. He knew you wouldn’t steal from him, not when he would give you anything if you asked. Under the alias of V Kim, it wasn’t hard for him to put the pieces together. Taehyung had been stealing from him, for Yoongi. 

“Is it done?”

Jin nodded, “Yup, she bought it. Namjoon was kind enough to let us know that Yoongi had told him he planned on killing Taehyung anyways. Puppy kicked me in the balls so Yoongi got away though”

“We need to find him then. He needs to go to jail for this to work”

“I have a plan, okay just trust me. We know how he thinks, we just need to invade his territory and he’ll come barking like the bitch he is”

-

After a quick lunch, Namjoon suggested heading back to his place to hang out before the concert. You complained, realizing that Yoongi had all of your things. You tugged at Namjoon’s sleeve, begging him to take you shopping to which he reluctantly agreed, mumbling bitterly that he hated shopping and would rather be at the gym.

He couldn’t stay annoyed for long, especially as your bright smile returned to your face, trying on various outfits. You were excited to see Jimin again, and you wanted to look good. 

“Do you think he would like this?” You twirled around in a tight dress with puffy sleeves. Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“I think he would prefer to see you naked but sure” You blushed, pushing him playfully. “Damn you really are living the ultimate groupie fantasy huh”

“Fantasy my ass” You sighed heavily, looking through the pile of garments you had brought to the dressing room with you.

“Are you in love with him?” Namjoon asked, a genuine curiosity in his eyes through the reflection of the mirror. You trailed your hands down the smooth fabric that hugged your waist.

“Not yet” Your response was simple, but Namjoon nodded. “I think I’m gonna get this, let me go pay” Namjoon shook his head.

“No way, I got it”

“But you need money for--”

“I said I got it. Pay me back with your boyfriend’s money” He winked at you. 

-

You hadn’t realized just how much you missed the pounding vibrations of live drum beats as you followed Namjoon into the venue. Your eyes fluttered shut, basking in the sound of the music, the chatter of the crowd around you giving you a sense of serenity that you craved. 

Namjoon glanced at you, biting back a smile as you swayed your hips. To him you looked absolutely stunning, the way that the colored lights reflected off of your perfect skin. There was glitter on your eyes, and gloss on your pretty lips. He swallowed, turning away. 

He took your hand, dragging you through the dense crowd, occasionally glancing back to ensure that you were still there. Reaching the stage, Namjoon flashed his employee card at the security guards and pulled you into the door. It was far quieter here, but the loud ambiance still leaked through the walls. 

“Y/n?” Jimin was seated getting his makeup done, his eyes wide with surprise. He excused himself from the staff and headed towards you. He smiled superficially at Namjoon before wrapping his arms around you. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see my man perform” You giggled, planting a quick kiss on his lips. Namjoon gnawed on his lip before deciding to leave the two of you alone.

“Your man?” Jimin raised his eyebrows, “I like the sound of that” He pressed his caked forehead against yours. He held your face delicately, before capturing your lips again. He lifted you up into his arms, hands holding the back of your head as you latched onto his shoulders. 

His lips were hot against you, kissing you like he had been waiting all his life for this, like you were the breath of air he needed to survive. Your lashes brushed against him as you let your eyes flutter shut, losing yourself entirely in the unsolicited affection he poured into you with every move of his tender lips.

Your kiss was broken only by the familiar clicking sounds, and you felt Jimin roll his eyes as you realized that a few paparazzi had shown up. “Sorry about them” He sighed, making you giggle as you slid your hands into his. “I’ve got about” He glanced around until his eyes zeroed in a clock, “15 minutes. Bathroom?” He flashed you a naughty grin.

The next thing you knew you were being tossed against the bathroom wall as Jimin pushed his throbbing length into you, not even bothering to discard his pants. You arms lay limp over his shoulders as his palms pressed down on your hips, allowing him to drag you forward with each thrust, pushing deeper and deeper into your juicy little cunt until he his balls slapped against your ass.

“Faster Jimin, baby come on please” Your lips fell apart in gasps as he rolled his hips into you again and again. His hands trailed up your torso, grabbing your breasts before they circled around your neck. You kissed him furiously, palms on his chest. 

Jimin groaned, his face suffocating against the soft bounce of your plump breasts as you fucked yourself onto him. His hands returned to your chest, tugging at your nipples lightly before gripping your waist.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing flush against him, your fingers intertwining with his as he pushed your arms above your head. You attempted to kiss him, your movements caused you to bump against each other's teeth, to which you both smiled, before Jimin decisively flipped you over onto your stomach. 

He left a soft slap on your ass, kissing the small of your back before trailing his lips up your spine as he began to piston into you again. The wet sounds bounced off the walls as he pulled your hair up, bringing you back into his chest. He nipped at your neck, growling as pleasure consumed him with each thrust. 

He could never get tired of fucking you, your pussy took him so well, but more than that it was the look in your eyes as he whispered “I love you baby” and to which you responded. 

“I...love you too Jimin.” He came, screaming out as his cock twitched deep inside you. 

Jimin pulled you into his arms “Ugh babygirl, you’re so fucking hot. You know that baby? I always thought you were just the prettiest girl in the world” He nuzzled into your chest as you stroked his hair, loving the way his chains pressed cooly into your skin. 

“I always thought you were hot too” You giggled. “But you knew that you cocky fuck”

“Mmm yeah” Jimin gave you a goofy smile, kissing the bottom of your chin, “I know. You were at every damn show back then. Little nymph” He muffled into you again, the ticklish sensation of his hair on your neck making you giggle. 

“You saw me?” Your heart skipped a beat, thinking of all the desperate times you had convinced yourself you had looked into his eyes.

“Of course I saw you babygirl,” His breath fanned over you, making you blush, “How could I not notice such a gorgeous girl like you, pining for me constantly. I wasn’t allowed to talk to fans, otherwise I would have plugged this pretty cunt up years ago”

You sighed, “You better get going, your make-up artists are gonna kill you” Jimin chuckled, kissing your nose one last time.

“Come out with me tonight. After the show. Let’s have some fun. I wanna take you to Death Valley”

“But Jimin you can’t--”

“Yoongi can’t hurt me anymore baby, he’s gone”

-

Jungkook was a lot of things, but dumb was not one of them. He was more than happy to play along with Jin’s game if it meant another couple thousand in his bank account, but Jin had given him everything he needed to figure everything out.

Jungkook was easily able to find out where the police officer lived using his hacking skills, arriving at the ordinary looking apartment when he knew that Jin was out. Using a hairpin, he unlocked the door, creeping inside.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he found there. Jungkook’s eyes were wide with disgust as he saw pictures of you sprawled out everywhere along with a messy litter of used tissues, which Jungkook could easily assume the purpose of. He scrunched his nose, carefully stepping through the mess. 

In his room, he found half snorted lines of cocaine across the window sill, bottles of vodka empty on the floor. The thing that interested him most was the bulletin board above his desk, which had a picture of Yoongi with a knife stabbed through. Jungkook carefully sifted through the files on his desk, finding documents on Jimin, Hobi, himself, Namjoon, and Taehyung. He had written notes using a thick black market, and Jungkook scowled as he saw in large letters the word Rat scrawled across a picture of his face. There was a journal sitting idly by, and Jungkook flipped through it. 

He read with interest, trying his best to decipher Jin’s sporadic handwriting. The book fell from his hands as he arrived at the most recent page.

“Oh man holy shit”

-

You found Namjoon mingling in the front pit of the audience. You gave him an impressed wink as a girl slid her number into his back pocket. 

“Damn Joon looks like you’re getting some action tonight” You chuckled, arriving at his side. It didn’t take you long to notice the slur in his voice when he responded.

“Yeah right” The lights dimmed, goosebumps spreading on you as you heard the crowd begin to scream as a spotlight shone down on Jimin. He looked absolutely breathtaking, reminding you of all the concerts you would go to, every single time his opening set would come you would already be screaming at the top of your lungs. 

This time you smiled, his eyes finding you immediately as you blew him a kiss. The music started, band slowly building up before the first words left Jimin’s mouth.

It was the song you had helped write. A song about a girl who steals your jacket like she steals your heart. His voice was flawless, the pressure of live performance not causing him to waver as he sang straight to you. He let his blazer slide off his shoulders as the song began to end, crouching down at the front of the stage and handing it to you. He winked, and you went red.

The crowd erupted in a frenzy as he returned to the stage taking the mic in his hands. “That was a song about a girl I’ve been in love with for a long time. She makes me a better man. Her name is Y/n” Jimin sighed longingly, “I love you baby girl”

Namjoon nudged you, grinning widely. You covered your face in embarrassment, heat burning across your cheeks. Jimin proceeded to the next song, a more upbeat track that had the audience dancing along. 

Namjoon was surprised when you had told him to take you to Death Valley after the concert. Two drinks down, you were clearly enjoying yourself as you danced away in the middle of the bar. Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat as you dragged him out to the floor with you, placing your hands on his chest as you batted your lashes at him.

“Joonie, remember the last time we were here?” Namjoon chuckled, yeah I got fucking beat up. He excused himself to go do a line of coke at the bar.

As he poured the powder onto the countertop he felt someone tapping on his back urgently. “Namjoon” He turned to the familiar voice to see Jungkook looking absolutely panicked.

“Oh hey. You want?” Namjoon gestured towards the line. Jungkook shook his head frantically. “What’s wrong why are you so...jumpy? Did you do heorin again?”

“Where’s Y/n?”

Namjoon made a face, glancing back into the crowd where you continued to dance along innocently, a drunken glide to your steps. “She’s right there, why?”

“Okay. Listen to me, you need to get her out of here before--”

The sound of gunshots echoed through the room. Everyone began screaming, moving rapidly towards the exits. It was all too familiar as Namjoon scanned the crowd and you were nowhere to be seen.

“Jimin. It’s Jimin” Jungkook panted, “Jimin killed Taehyung.”

Namjoon lips fell apart, “What? Why the fuck…” Jungkook shook his head, pushing against the current of the crowd and looking around desperately. “Jungkook what’s going on?”

Jungkook pulled out his own gun, shooting it towards the back. Namjoon squinted to see Jin with a knife at your neck.

“God I really wish I just killed that motherfucker” Namjoon grunted. Jin began to chuckle as he pressed the knife into your throat. The fear in your eyes had Namjoon’s blood boiling. He wanted to tear Jin apart limb by limb. 

“Jimin!” Jin called out, his maniacal voice echoing through the now empty bar. “Come get your girl” He slit the knife deeper into your flesh. A drop of blood trailed down your skin, and Jungkook had to hold Namjoon back before he lunged at him.

“Don’t.” Jungkook snapped, “ 

“That’s enough Jin” Jimin approached them, taking your hand. “The fuck are you doing?”

Jin laughed, taking his knife and pushing it into Jimin’s side. Jimin fell to the ground.

Namjoon glanced at you as horror took over your face. 

“Namjoon you need to get Y/n and run” Jungkook muttered. “I’m gonna shoot, take her and run”

Namjoon gaped, reading the scene in front of him quickly. As soon as he heard Jungkook’s bullets he dashed to your side, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the back entrance.

Everything flashed past like a whirlwind as Namjoon pulled you into the familiar lab that Jungkook had shown you. You could hear Jin’s laughter echoing off the walls. Namjoon looked at you, attempting to give you a comforting smile. “It’s gonna be okay. We’ll get you out of here”

You nodded, holding your breath as the two of your heard footsteps approaching. “Do you have a gun?” You whispered.

Namjoon shook his head, “No. But I can kick his ass without one I promise” More gunshots were heard.

“There you are!'' Jin walked in, taking a moment to inhale the sweet scent of marijuana. His footsteps echoed off of the pale tiles, looking golden under the broken lighting “Namjoon, just hand her over to me. I don’t want to hurt you again”

“The hell is wrong with you?” Namjoon growled, shielding you with his own body. Jin let his fingers glide over the small green leafy plants that were arrayed across the lab. 

“You should have learned your lesson Namjoon. You saw what I did to you after you made her suck your tiny cock before the match” Jin smirked, holding up his gun. “Don’t make me kill you”

“Fuck off” Another gunshot was heard as Jin fell to the ground, Jungkook standing behind him, breathing heavily. He fell to his knees, and Namjoon could see blood spilling across his chest. “Go. Run. I’ll find you” He waved at the two of you frantically.

Jin groaned, rolling over with whatever strength he could conjure. He pulled a lighter from his jeans, flicking the flame on next to one of the plants and watching as it erupted in flames. 

“All of you can fucking go to hell. If I can't have her, no one can” Jin’s body went limp, the lighter remaining on, causing the floor to catch on fire through remnants of spilled chemicals. Jungkook slid onto his knees, clutching his chest.

“No. Fuck, we can’t leave him here” You screamed, running to catch Jungkook. You turned back, looking to Namjoon with desperate eyes “Joon help me, we need to get him out of here” The fire began to spread across the entire room, small explosions causing pressured canisters of chemicals to burst out in hot sparks.

Together the two of you lifted Jungkook, carrying him out and down the stairs until you made your way to the back parking lot.

“Stay here, I’ll get the car” Namjoon ordered, running with everything he had to find the vehicle. You held Jungkook close. His eyes barely open, blood staining his dark clothes.

“Jungkook, fuck, please be okay”

“Listen to me. Jimin is dangerous, okay. I know it doesn’t look like it but Jin didn’t kill Taehyung. Jimin did. He knows everything. He knows about Taehyung, Yoongi, you, all of it. He’s a greedy motherfucker just like the rest of us.”

“Shut up street rat” The two of you turned to see Jimin standing, looking quite roughed up himself. “Y/n get away from him, come here, he’s lying”

Jungkook tugged at you, “I’m not. I’m not lying” He blinked those adorable brown eyes at you. 

“He’s a fucking liar, it’s what he does best” Jimin aimed his gun at Jungkook, clicking back the safety. Your heart raced as time seemed to slow down. You did the only thing you could think of. You grabbed Jungkook’s gun and you shot at Jimin.

The bullet missed, but Jimin was too shocked by your actions to move. Namjoon pulled up in his car, helping you get Jungkook inside. 

Jimin took his phone out, “Hobi, follow them!” He growled as Namjoon stepped on the gas, and the three of you rushed off. 

You glanced in the rearview to see Hobi’s car tailing you. “Shit what do we do?” You asked Namjoon. Namjoon’s eyes flickered to the mirror briefly as he tried to think. He turned the wheel suddenly, tires screeching as the car whirled around, pushing you to the side of the door. 

You were off road now, but Hobi hadn’t followed you. You grabbed Namjoon’s bicep, breathing heavily. 

“We need to go to a hospital” You managed to get out. Namjoon nodded.

“No. Fuck, fuck no we need to run. Jimin is gonna kill us. I’ll be fine, I don’t think he stabbed anything important.” You scoffed bitterly.

“Jungkook you’re bleeding everywhere!” You reached for his hand, gripping it tightly before bringing it to your lips. Jungkook gave you a lazy smile.

“I said I won’t let them hurt you didn’t I?”

“Okay you guys can fuck later, where should I go?” Namjoon rolled his eyes.

You scrambled for your phone, “There’s a motel off the highway a few minutes ahead, just keep driving straight”

Namjoon pressed down his foot, the car rumbling over the grassy ground beneath it before they finally got back on the road. Looking behind, he sighed in relief as he found that they had lost Hobi’s tail. 

-

Jungkook’s eyes opened to the sound of shuffling. He blinked before realizing it was you tending to his wounds. 

“Oh good you’re up” You smiled, kissing him on the cheek, “How are you feeling?”

Jungkook strained to sit up. “I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt”

“Yeah because we fucking gave you opioids” Namjoon chuckled. The room was small, there were two twin beds, a chair, and the door to a bathroom next to a tiny window that allowed the early morning sun to bleed through. “You need to tell us what the fuck is going on Jungkook”

He sighed, “Jin’s...insane. I don’t even get it to be honest, I broke into his place and he had pictures of Y/n everywhere, and it looked like he wanted to kill Yoongi. I read his diary, and I was right, he was behind all of this fucking shit. Every time someone hooked up with Y/n and he found out about it he messed with them. He’s sick. The only person he didn’t hurt was Taehyung, I’m guessing you didn’t fuck him. Understandable” Jungkook chuckled to which you have a guilty glance to Namjoon, “Now Taehyung was trying to pull a coup on Jimin and Yoongi but Jimin apparently found out about it. So he killed him. Plain and simple.”

“So then why the fuck was Jin spazzing out at Death Valley? And why did Jimin even want to go to Death Valley?”

“I think they’re trying to find Yoongi. Jin really wants him dead. Jimin probably wanted to be there to piss him off if he was watching”

“But Jin has Yoongi in custody” You argued. 

Namjoon pursed his lips, “Maybe not. Yoongi could have escaped after I kicked Jin.”

The three of you fell silent.

“We need to find Yoongi” Jungkook concluded, “If we want our asses safe we need to find him and make sure Jimin doesn’t try to kill us. Maybe Y/n should go back to Jimin. She can use him and help figure that out”

Namjoon shook his head, “Absolutely not. He’s dangerous, I don’t want her anywhere near this.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, “Think about it Joon. She can go be the pretty little girlfriend, Yoongi will get fucking pissed and show up. He can take care of this for us”

“He’s right Namjoon” You pitched in. “I can do this. Let’s put an end to all this. Yoongi can come back, you can get your record deal, Jimin will go to jail, it’ll be fine”

Namjoon exchanged glanced between both you and Jungkook before letting out a frustrated huff “Fine. But I’m coming with you. Jimin has another performance tonight. Go with him there, they’ll be a ton of fucking paparazzi and maybe Yoongi will show up” He clenched his fist, “I need to go blow off some steam, I’m heading to the gym. They won’t find me there, I’ll be back soon”

You nodded, watching as Namjoon took off. Jungkook reached for his jacket, fiddling through his deep pockets before pulling out a couple pills.

“Oh I don’t think so, you’re already on some intense stuff Kook” You said, snatching the bag from his hands. Jungkook pouted at you, and you couldn’t help but fawn at his cute face.

“You can try them at least” You rolled your eyes, taking one of the bright orange pills in your palm and popping it into your mouth. Jungkook grinned.

“You looked really hot by the way. Last night.” Jungkook’s voice lowered slightly, “If I didn’t think you were about to die I would have definitely fucked you then and there”

“Yeah?” You chuckled, carefully leaning over him to kiss his lips, lingering slightly. “My hero” You giggled, running your tongue over his lips.

“Shit you’re gonna make me hard and I can’t fucking move” Jungkook chuckled, pushing you away. Your hands slid beneath his shirt, fingers dancing across his chest as you looked at him with lustful eyes. He gulped.

“You don’t have to move. I can take care of you” You pushed the fabric of his shirt up to kiss his belly. “That is...if you want”

Jungkook took a deep breath, pulling your face up to his, his large hands wrapped around your jaw. “You just cant get enough of my big dick can you baby?” He chuckled, “That’s what I get for saving your ass?”

“Oh please, you only saved my ass so you could keep tapping it” You nibbled his ear, letting your teeth graze across his lobes until he was squirming beneath you. “Can't get enough of my tight” You smacked your lips, “Wet, cunt. Can you hm?”

“Suck my cock right now” Jungkook growled, grabbing your hair and pushing you towards his twitching bulge. Your fingers were quick to trace the hem of his pants, sliding them down while Jungkook tilted his head back, groaning at the top of his lungs. You spit down on his cock, thumb rubbing your saliva all over his mushroom tip, feeling the way his length throbbed against your palm. 

You stroked him languidly, enjoying the slick sounds as his pretty cock flushed with heat. His eyes were shaking with pleasure, fingers treading through your hair as you began to tease his tip with your tongue. You lapped at it like a kitten, mewling before planting your lips against it, giving it a chaste kiss. 

“Stop fucking teasing me. I’m so hard baby fuckkk” Jungkook voice rumbled, and you were more than happy to oblige him, letting your tongue wrap around his long cock, opening your lips wide so you could sink down on him, hollowing your cheeks against his thickness as he pushed up into your throat. 

“Ohhh fuck baby” He pushed you down, cockhead down your throat as you pumped your hands across his pulsing dick. His nails dug into your skull as he thrusted into you, “Fuck fuck you feel so good babygirl. Yes yes just like that” 

You gagged, loving his sour taste as you bobbed your head up and down on his length. Jungkook whined out, bucking his hips repeatedly, eager to cum quickly. 

“Oh my god baby mm gonna cum. Mm gonna cum all over your pretty face, you want that?” He cried out, clenching his fists in your hair as you continued to pleasure him. 

You let him go with a pop, your hands replacing you and furiously stroking his length as you slapped his tip against your face. He stared at you, breathless as cum spurted out, landing all over your eyes and lips. You rubbed your face against his cock as much as you could before he gave you every last drop of his seed. Jungkook let out a heavy sigh, looking at your cummed out face.

“Gross” The two of you turned to see Namjoon rolling his eyes, “I forgot my keys, God”

Jungkook blushed, pulling your face into his chest so you could wipe off against his shirt. Namjoon left for real this time and Jungkook grabbed your phone and handed it to you. 

“Call him. Tell him where you are, do it now, if Namjoon goes with you he’s just gonna be in danger”

You knew he was right, taking your phone from his hands you dialed Jimin’s number, pressing the device to your ear as you waited patiently. “Baby” Your eyes locked onto Jungkook as he gave you a reassuring nod, “I’m so scared, you need to come get me”

“Where are you?” Jimin hissed, “I’m coming right now, don’t worry just tell me where you are. And stay the hell away from Jungkook”

“I’m at a motel, on 22nd and 3rd street.” Jimin assured you that he was on his way and to stay exactly where you were. 

Jimin picked you up in his convertible, a truck of cameras following him around like sheep. You hopped into this car where he littered your face in kisses before berating you.

“You tried to shoot me!” He growled, hands gripping the wheel as he headed back to his apartment “Y/n you cannot trust people like Jungkook okay. He’s a drug dealer, he’s utter scum. Lying, two-timing, hustling, it’s all he knows”

You knew he was wrong but you simply nodded, “Yeah. I realized that later. I’m so sorry”

Jimin pulled into the parking lot slowly, “I have another concert tonight. Do you want to come with me?”

You nodded quietly. Jimin smiled, kissing your forehead before the two of you got out of the car. “Good. Dress pretty, there’s going to be cameras” He winked at you, chuckling as you rolled your eyes. “Park Jimin’s girlfriend ooooh” He tickled your sides before lifting you up and twirling you around. You giggled, noticing the happy twinkle in his eyes. 

A nasty feeling entered your stomach as the boy led your upstairs to his place. You had all your eggs in one basket now, and you prayed it was the right one. 

-

Yoongi sat, staring into a glass of what looked like whiskey, rolling the liquid lightly in his hands. His heart twisted with an aching reminder of the way you had looked at him the previous days, eyes full of terror and disgust. 

The image of Jin fucking you was seared into his brain, much like the reminder of your name inked into his back. He couldn’t shake you even if he wanted to. You hurt him. And he couldn’t deal with it.

He thought back to his phone call with Taehyung, which ended moments before Jin barged into his room with a loaded gun, tying him up and dragging him out. He cringed internally, unable to accept how easily he had let everything fall apart like this. 

It was Taehyung’s fault. If Taehyung had just been honest with him and done what he was told, Yoongi could have cleanly murdered all of these people and you wouldn’t even question it. It’s his fault he was dead, he did this to himself.

What Yoongi couldn’t understand was who killed Taehyung, if Jin had been with him. There was something else going on here that he didn’t understand. Jimin wouldn’t kill Taehyung, he didn’t know that they were associated. Hobi and Namjoon barely even knew who Taehyung was. It didn’t make sense. 

Was it that drug dealer? Yoongi swirled his glass again, realizing now that it was in fact empty. He motioned for the bartender, who slid him another drink. He leaned back, letting his eyes fall shut, recalling the look of your beautiful smile. He wanted to run away with you. He wanted to shower you with adoration and gifts.

He was willing to give you the world, but you just wouldn’t take it. Yoongi knew deep down it must be karma. He knew what he did to you all those years ago. It ate him alive every day. He recalled with bitterness when Jimin had found him pounding into your unconscious body. It was the reason their friendship was so strange and complex. Yoongi wanted so badly to be better than Jimin, but Jimin had his own motivations.

Your face had been everywhere. All of his work notifications had been about new spotting of you and Jimin. You and Jimin. You and Jimin. He never expected Jimin to actually go for a girl like you. He gambled on it, a realization that he wished he had years ago, that you were not one to play with. He couldn’t take any risks. He had to have you.

The rockstar had been sheltered like a rare treasure, one that could combust if exposed to pur daylight. Jimin clung to Yoongi like he was a saving grace, falling hard for any lies that came from him. It was too easy to get Jimin into drugs, encouraging him to slip past his heavy security to meet Yoongi in dark alleys to share a smoke. 

In a way, Yoongi wondered if he had grown fond of the bastard. The Jimin he knew and the Jimin you were obsessed with were two very different people. His Jimin was a bratty, impulsive crybaby. When Yoongi would lose his shit, Jimin would be the calm in the eye of the storm. He would write Jimin’s songs about you, the sadness and pain he felt being away from you as though you had broken his heart. The reality was he had broken you.

Yoongi stiffened as he felt something pressing against the back of his neck. He almost spilled his drink, until he recognized the sweet scent of you. He wondered if he was hallucinating. You slid your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. He bent forward, fingers tapping against the wooden bar as though he was trying to wake himself up. You were a nightmare now, he would fall apart if he saw you.

“Go away” He slurred, head drooping down. He felt the embrace tighten, the hands on his body rising to cover his heart, stroking him on the off beats of his bruised pulse. “I hate you” A tear rolled down his cheek, “You ruined me”

“I’m sorry” You mumbled into him, “I should have believed you. I know you didn’t do it Yoongi” Yoongi swallowed thickly, tears streaming down his face. “Baby look at me” Your voice was the best sound he had ever heard. He wanted to hear you sing, die at the sound of you whispering his name just as you were now. Yoongi. Yoongi.

“Yoongi!” You snapped finally, seeing now that he was drunk out of his mind. He finally turned to face you, eyes barely open enough to register you were there. His fingers traced the outline of your face, touching your eyelids, your nose, tugging barely at your plush lips. 

“My love” He exhaled, “My princess. I’m so sorry” His thumb brushed across your cheek as he blinked out more tears. He was overwhelmed by you, your beauty, your personality, everything about you made him glow inside. 

It wasn’t till his eyes lazily landed on the bandage across your neck that it felt as though a cold bucket of water washed over him. He clutched your shoulders “Who did this to you?” 

“Jin.” Yoongi’s eyes flashed. He kissed the bandage softly before tucking your hair behind your ear. “He’s already dead” Yoongi sighed in relief, nodding before he buried his face into your chest. He inhaled deeply, a wave of comfort flushing over him through your warmth. 

“I missed you” He mumbled. You tilted his face up to yours. He looked shattered, the redness in his eyes doing nothing to hide to darkness he was feeling deep inside. He ached. He ached so bad for you, and it was clear as day.

“I know. I’m so sorry”

Yoongi watched your face carefully “Don’t leave me Y/n” He slurred, nose brushing against yours. The alcohol on his breath had you dying for a taste of his sweet bitter lips. His eyes softened, for you were his universe. Your smile was his purpose. He was your knight in shining armor, willing to do anything for you.

Your heart was pounding, and so was his, as you guys remained steady, so close, but too scared to move forward. Too hurt to just close the gap and let your bodies and souls align. 

“I love you.” You didn’t even realize you said it, because the truth came like another simple breath of air. Yoongi pulled you into his lap, hands stroking your neck as he finally began to accept that you were real. You were there in his arms.

“Then marry me” His voice trembled. He noticed you stiffen “My life is dangerous...love, you already know that. So many people want me dead...I don’t know how long I’ll last”

“Don’t say that” You buried your face into his neck, the smooth silk of his shirt cushioning your cheek. “Please don’t say stuff like that” After the day you had, you couldn’t handle the thought of Yoongi getting shot, stabbed, killed in any capacity. He was a pillar of sanity created out of utter chaos.

“I don’t have a ring, but I’ll buy you as many diamonds as you want. I’ll get you everything. You can have the world, just tell me and it’s yours” Yoongi’s lips lingered against yours, his voice a soft panic, desperate, grabbing at whatever he could. “I can’t survive without you”

“You won’t have to” You finally gave in, closing the gap between your lips to kiss him in anguish, prying to make up for lost time. Pour your apology, your remorse, your fear, anything you could feel into him. He pulled you closer, lips hot on one another as you moaned. You gripped his shirt while his hands glided up and down your lower back.

“I don’t want you touching anyone else.” Yoongi growled into your mouth. You nodded quickly, pulling him in. His taste was addictive. Everything around you seemed to fade into nothing, all there was was the two of you, and the beautiful things you were able to feel because of him. You couldn’t deny it anymore. You didn’t want anyone else.

“Only you” You assured him. He pulled away, taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart. His cheeks were flushed and so were yours, his tear stained face drying up but eyes still glossy. You slid off of his lap, tugging at his sleeve. “I want you”

Yoongi nodded, grabbing his drink and pouring the whole thing down his throat before following you. You led him to an empty longue where he sat you down, falling to his knees. 

“Yoongi?” You questioned him as he kissed the tops of your knees. He shook his head.

“You’re my princess. I’m not taking that for granted anymore. I want to make you feel good” His lips trailed up your thighs as he pushed the skirt of your dress up  above your waist, “Better than that motherfucking cop ever could”

He tugged your panties down with his teeth, pushing your knees as far apart as he could until you winced in pain. He took a moment to admire you, your pussy was exquisite, trembling all for him. He licked a stripe across your folds, savoring your sweet taste. He continued, spitting out on you, fingers digging into your knees as he looked up, tongue swirling messily around your cunt. 

“Delicious” He smacked his lips as you whimpered, “Wanna hear you baby, don’t hold back” He plunged his tongue into you, sucking softly as he pumped his tongue in out and around, ensuring to give ever crevice of you the attention it so badly craved.

He could eat you out every day. You were better than any drink he’d ever had and he wanted you to know that. He wanted you to see how far he would go to love you. He didn’t care if he was on his knees before you, a man as powerful as him, as rich as him. He would throw it all away for you. Lost in thought, his tongue fucked into you rapidly as his name echoed through the room between your gasping moans. 

“Fucking whore” Yoongi could feel your walls tighten as he mumbled into you, “Only I get to eat this pussy now. Only me. Only I get to touch you like this, right love?”

You nodded, drool collecting at the side of your lips. Yoongi groaned in approval, quickening his pace. You tried to close your legs as the sensations began to overwhelm you but you couldn’t, his grip was too strong. 

You felt your high approaching, his hot tongue buried deep in your cunt, slobbering all over you in the best possible way. Your eyes flew shut as Yoongi urged you on, pulling your cunt further into his face so his nose was pressed up against your clit. You grinded up into his face, screaming as your orgasm crashed down, your entire body trembling with hot sparks of pleasure.

“Oh my God” You gasped for air as your high sustained, Yoongi’s tongue not relenting for a second as he continued to lick you dry. You squirmed and wiggled beneath his steady grip, crying out his name in a mumbled mess like it was all you knew how to say. 

Yoongi backed away, licking your arousal from his lips and sighing heavily. Your eyes slowly fluttered open as the cold air hit between your legs. “That was so fucking good baby…” Your eyes drop to the floor where Yoongi had fallen onto his side, blood trickling from his lips. “Baby?” 

You dropped to your knees, reaching for Yoongi’s face. You checked his pulse, but nothing came. “Yoongi!” You cried, shaking his body, “Oh my God, no...no…” You reached for his phone, dialing 911.

“Hello? Help me please, he isn’t waking up!”

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Smut pairs for next week are up. You know how it is, i’ll probably post early to make up for this being late.

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death valley (m) | part 9

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, jimin x reader, jungkook x reader, seokjin x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 10.5k (you’ll speed through it i promise)

warnings: reader discretion advised. drug use, manipulation, rough sex, penetrative sex, oral sex, breast play, cum play, fingering, toxic behavior, reference to psychological disorders, slut-shaming, obsessive, possessive, yandere themes, lying, fighting, guns, shootings, character death, degradation, groping, praise, lots of love-making, lots of emotional confessions, angsty sex, heavy flirting, reference to past somno, dubcon/coersive sex, car chase, alcohol use, sex while intoxicated….i think that’s everything??? bathroom sex, police station sex, forced vouyerism, torture, a building gets set on fire (bultaoreune pt 2) lots of stabbing/knife use, jimin sings a song about you awh! and also namjoon is a whole SIMP

a/n: MY ENTIRE SOUL WENT INTO THIS and i probably cried at some point. please enjoy.

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The clicking of Jin’s pen between his fingers did nothing to ease your irritation as he paced around you slowly, settling then to place his palms on the table, leaning forward until he was a breath away from you. 

“What exactly were you doing…with me?” The sleazy grin on his face had you eager to punch his perfectly sharp jawline. 

“We were doing drugs at the hotel.” You stated simply, a bitter taste in your mouth. “Cocaine, molly, who knows what else, and we drank….we fucked” 

Jin smirked, glancing back at the mirror briefly. He sat himself down lightly on the table. Leaning back on his hands, the incessant clicking of his pen continuing to echo off of the plain walls.

“Right…we did, didn’t we. Can you describe it to me?” His flirtatious tone seemed blatantly inappropriate for the occasion, but that didn’t stop him from flashing you those hungry, lustful eyes. 

He walked his calloused fingers down the collar of your shirt, tapping against your chest softly. The brush of his skin against yours had you trembling. You felt the constrain of your blouse give way as he popped open each button with the swift move of his thumb.

“Stop playing games Jin. You’re the one who fucking wanted me to kill him” You whispered to him, eyeing the camera that filmed you from the corner. 

He grazed along the front clip of your bra, before snapping it open, your flesh spilling out. He sighed in approval, hands now pushing aside the fabric so he could tug at your nipples. You looked at the mirror, knowing full well that someone was behind it. 

“I know it wasn’t you, dumbass” His voice was eerily raspy, face now barely inches from yours as his palm covered your breast. His words searing against your neck, making your face flush with heat. Your breath hitched as he ran a stripe down your neck before settling to sink his teeth into your shoulder. “You wanna know what I think?” You gulped as he brushed his lips across the expanse of your sternum. “I think it was Yoongi” 

He backed away, only enough to fully enjoy the disturbed look in your eyes, the dilemma in your head obvious to him, the denial almost salivating. He knew you wouldn’t accept it but he simply loved watching you fall apart. There was an exhilarating rush he felt when getting inside your head, making you lose faith in someone you thought you loved, making you afraid, helpless, and confused. He couldn’t get enough.

“But I mean, you saw him that day right? It couldn’t have been him since he at the album release party…hm?” You were horrified, Jin’s cock painfully throbbed through his tight pants. Setting down his pen, his slender fingers wrapped around your throat, loving the way your eyes were filled with fear, lips parted as you choked for a breath. He released you, and you gasped loudly, panting as you collected yourself. 

“No…I didn’t see him there but…I was high so maybe” Jin grinned, he could feel your heart racing, the trepidation in your eyes making him want to flip you over and fuck you until you were screaming for him to stop. 

“Can you describe to me the last interaction you had with him?” He unbuttoned your pants and you watched him, mind numb and unable to process anything. You felt his hand slide beneath the waistline, fingers greedily searching as you spread your legs. His fingers found your clit, gliding across in small, painfully light circles. He was giving you nothing, but you had already surrendered to his touch.

“H..he was upset…” Heat pooled between your legs as you clenched your thighs, desperately trying to feel Jin’s fingers. You swallowed, basking in the sensation just briefly as you eyes fluttered shut. “He thought I had been with someone. But no–no way. I know how it sounds but it wasn’t Yoongi. There’s no way he would have known that I slept with Taehyung” 

“Oh. You slept with Taehyung? My goodness.” Jin shoved a finger into your cunt causing you to buckle forward, hands landing on his thighs. He chuckled at the breathless curses spilling from your chapped lips as he curled his finger inside of you. 

“Is he that possessive though? Do you think Yoongi would go to such lengths just because of jealousy? I mean, that seems pretty extreme.” Jin paused, pulling his finger out, ignoring your frustrated groan. He wiped his fingers against your cheek as if you were a rag. “Well I suppose this is the guy who branded you, locked you up in his apartment. And clearly he has a temper.”

“I’m a bit curious” You strained your neck to turn away as Jin’s tongue lapped at your cheeks, sloppily taking up the arousal spread across your face. “The night you were kidnapped, did you fuck Namjoon?”

You inhaled sharply, nodding. Jin finished licking up your cheeks before pressing his lips onto yours again. You could feel his grin on your lips as his hands cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to him so he could deepen the kiss.

You gasped as he parted, giving you a proud look that made you tempted to strangle him then and there, law be damned. “Before Jimin’s accident, didn’t you sleep with him too?” 

“Yes, how do you kno–” Jin placed a finger over your lips, making you scowl.

“Is it possible that Yoongi orchestrated all of this to punish and scare off your lovers? And that Yoongi could have found out about you sleeping with Taehyung and killed him?”

You went quiet, Jin’s grin widening as the light vanished from your eyes. His words sunk in as you began to recount all the events that had been happening over the past few weeks. 

“Yes but..no…no he” You sounded as though you were trying to convince yourself more than Jin. Tears streamed down your face “But Jungkook said…you…”

Jin pat your cheeks playfully, “Ah, right. The drug dealer who was high on heroin and claims I stabbed him.” He flicked your forehead, “Use that pretty head of yours hm? I was with you that night, wasn’t I? Driving you home. Your entire basis for thinking I’m a bad person is on the words of a seasoned liar”

“Jungkook wouldn’t…he…” 

“God Y/n!” Jin snapped, slamming his fist onto the table “Why do you keep defending Jungkook of all people? We’ve been over this, he’s lied to you so many fucking times. He lied about it being me who threatened him to have him move out. I didn’t even know you then. He lied to you about drugging Namjoon, and honestly who knows what else he’s lied about. He’s a greedy whore. Nothing more.”

You clenched your eyes shut, hoping that you could somehow awaken from the nightmare that the past two days had been and instead return to the hotel room with Yoongi, kissing him. The only thoughts on your mind being his consuming adoration for you, the fire that took over you whenever you touched him, and the exciting prospect of what a life with him would entail. Making love and music every night for the rest of eternity. 

“Can’t you see that they’re paying Jungkook to lie to you? You know for a fact that Yoongi is a gangster. You know for a fact that Hobi works for him. They’ve gone to great lengths to manipulate you against me. The only person who actually can keep you safe from Yoongi” His brown eyes were focused on you, all the flirting and teasing vanished, leaving nothing but a man of the law doing his duty. 

You nodded, words unable to form in your mouth that was instead filled with an overwhelming bitterness. Jin faced the mirror and gave a satisfied smile.

“That’s all my questions. I think we know who our killer is”

Jin glanced back at the mirror and gave a slight nod, to which the door opened, allowing an officer to drag in a defeated looking Yoongi in handcuffs, plopping him down into the chair across from you. His face was sullen, eyes red and tired, from drugs or tears, you weren’t quite sure. He wore a white hoodie, now stained with streaks of what you prayed was dirt and not blood. 

You internally pleaded for him to look you in the eyes, but he didn’t. His eyes remained steady on the ground, not reacting as Jin walked over to him, lightly smacking his head. “Enjoy the show Mr. Min Yoongi?”

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death valley (m) | part 10

summary: a summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, namjoon x reader, jimin x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 10k

warnings: reader discretion advised. smut over the cut, rough sex, choking, hair pulling, penetrative sex, obsessive, possessive yandere themes, daddy kink, dom!jimin, degradation...like mean, anger kink?, EDGING, manipulation, toxic relationship dynamics, mutual masturbation, WHINY joon, breast play, dom!yoongi, a lot of kissing, groping, partying with hobi, guns, shootings, car chase, paranoia/fear, reader is BADASS, lying, drug/alc use & reference, betrayal, cheating, slight angst, pet names, fingering, oral, light spanking , impreg kink (slight)

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | series navi | masterlist |

F L A S H B A C K—

There was something incredibly comforting about the way the water was pounding onto your back as you sat on the shower floor, hugging your knees to your chest. The steam scalded the back of your scalp as you attempted to wash away the horrors of your rendezvous at Death Valley.

You were uneasy, Jimin had been a bit too eager to find you, to act as though you hadn’t literally tried to end his life the night before in an impulsive bought of confusion. You wondered if he was pretending, because for you, it was eating you up alive. How could you shoot the man you dedicated years of your life to? Hours on end just dreaming about a second glance from him for what?

You almost slipped as you stepped out of the marbled space. A catchy beat broke you out of your daze, as you slowly walked into the living room.

There he was—shirt off, sweat dripping down his body, adding a dewy glimmer to the chains that lay loosely across his toned neck— settled behind his drum set. He wasn’t looking anywhere particular as he nodded his head to the rhythm. He was laser focused, jaw tight as he moved the drumsticks with an effortless flick of his wrists.

Jimin finally became aware of your presence, placing his palms to halt the vibrations of the drums.  He swiveled on the stool towards you, thighs spread wide, bending forward to pick up his water bottle.

He looked up at you, panting, lips parted enough for you to see how he slightly ran his lip over them. He smirked, taking a sip. Water trickled down the edges of his thick lips.

His eyes were locked on yours, teasing you—no, daring you. The sweat from his hair misted onto the floor as he pushed back his tangled locks.

Patting his lap, he motioned for you “Come here” He waited as you settled yourself onto him, his arms immediately reaching out to grip your waist over your flimsy robe.

“I could get used to this” His voice was laced with mischief, dragging his lips onto to your neck. “Seeing you naked every day” He nipped at the bottom of your jaw, sucking as you tilted your head for him. “Fucking you in the shower”

You let out a sharp gasp as he slid your robe off, palming your breasts. He brushed his calloused thumbs over your nipples, lightly curling his fingers around your flesh. Your chest gleamed with pleasure, a burning ecstasy coursing through your veins.

“Jimin” You whined as he kissed the top of your chest. His gaze wavered between your eyes and lips. He could see how much he affected you, loving the soft whimpers that you made with his every touch. The pleading look in your eyes, begging for more.

He watched as you stood, pulling him up with you before he spun you until your elbows held you up against the wall. Deep down Jimin was hurt, not so much by your attempt to kill him, but by the fact that you didn’t believe him over a lowlife like Jeon Jungkook.

“Ungrateful slut” He muttered, taking a moment to admire your ass as his hands slid up your spine, wrapping around your neck. He couldn’t understand you. He sang for you in front of the whole world. Showed you off like you were his queen every chance he got. You are Park Jimin’s girlfriend, everyone knew that. But despite all that, you betrayed him.

“You’ve been a bad girl. You don’t deserve my cock” His grip tightened, and you cursed with pleasure, loving the way his slender fingers felt stealing your breath away. How did you not realize how many others would kill to be where you were? How were you not on your knees for him every night? Who the hell did you think you were?

“Please Jimin...just fuck me” He left a tight slap on your ass, grinning while his teeth grazed over the side of your face.

“Why should I, huh? You trashy slut. I know about you and Yoongi.” His palm smacked you again, this time clawing into you after the impact “You’ve been screwing him, haven’t you?”

You whined, nodding as a fucked out expression overtook you. The roll of his hips riling you up with just enough friction to leave you desperately unsatisfied.

“Bet you found out how rich he was and seduced him like the greedy whore you are. Bouncing on his cock like a brainless bitch every damn night” His voice boomed against your ear. The look in his eyes was petrifying. Pulling his cock out, he lined himself up to your throbbing heat.

“Eyes on me babygirl” Jimin forced your face towards his. He was incredibly thick pushing inside you, filling you up to a point it was painful.

“You want daddy to be angry, don’t you Y/n? You like it. Turns you on, doesn’t it?” His grip on your neck tightened more, more and more until you were frantically choking for air. He began to drag his cock out of your tight hole, pussy clenching at the absence of his length before he thrusted back in.

“I asked you a fucking question” He let you go, allowing you to gasp for a dizzying breath as his hands slid to cover your bouncing tits, holding them firmly in place.

“Y...yes” You whined, unsuccessfully attempting to stabilize yourself. You cursed with each push, loving the stretch of how deep he filled you up, pounding against you like an animal. “I feel really good...daddy...feel so good” You spurt out, words muffled against the glass.

You clenched your eyes shut, elongated moans hiking in pitch with every fluid flex of his hips. His fingers dug into you, kisses nipping at the nape of your neck. He could feel your pussy clamp down around his length, quivering with wetness. He could hear it— the needy squelching of your cunt, swallowing him in.

“Don’t you dare cum. Or I swear to god” He began pulling you back to meet each thrust, pushing so impossibly deep it had your eyes bulging.

You could feel the pressure building as your pussy throbbed with want. Jimin forced his lips onto yours, swallowing your disgruntled cries. He didn’t stop pummeling into you, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

“Don’t” He growled loudly, fingers sliding down to rub your clit. Your vision went blank, everything was hot. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t breathe, all you wanted to do was cum. You screamed out desperately, barely able to hold on any longer.

“Daddy please let me cum” You whimpered, body shaking. You gave him the cutest, poutiest expression you could conjure “Let baby cum please. Please I’ll be good I promise...daddy please”

He gritted his teeth, "I said no. If you’re a good girl then you’ll listen”

“Please daddy!” You screamed out, lips parted, covered in drool as your eyes rolled back. “Need...to cum. I can’t—” You gasped loudly, tears rolling down your face as his thumb continued to assault your tingling clit, “Jimin...I can’t—”

You felt hot, flushed as he fucked you through and through, taking his other hand back to pinch your breasts, making you scream.

“Hurts doesn’t it?” Jimin seethed, breathing hard against your jaw “Imagine how I feel then, knowing you cheated on me after everything I’ve done for you”

“I’m s...sorry” Jimin gripped your neck, slamming your forehead into the wall.

“You’re sorry? It’s a bit late for that.” Jimin’s hand slid to your stomach, rubbing ticklish circles with the tips of his fingers “I’m gonna fuck you up until you’re all bloated for me...Let’s see what Yoongi does then huh? Let’s see how he feels seeing you nice and full of me”

“Goddd..with your pretty tits so big and full and..” Jimin growled, the thought driving him into a feverish frenzy. “All for me...because of me”

Your lips parted as you felt your pleasure pile like a ticking time bomb within you, body twitching all over. You swore you were on fire, body melting with sweat and desperation. “Jimin I can’t hold on”

He moaned out, cursing loudly as he came, face buried in your hair as he pulled you back on his cock until he emptied out fully. You gasped for air as his hot seed filled your every crevice.

You sobbed, still on the very last verge of your high as you heard Jimin chuckle bitterly, pulling your head back.

“You deserved that”

P R E S E N T   D A Y—

You eyes jolted open, mind blank and heart aching with worry as you slowly registered where you were. Jimin’s head lay on your chest, lips parted onto your skin loosely. His arms around your waist, hugging you to him.

You tried to move, but his tight hold prevented you from leaving, the suffocation reminiscent of how security had pulled you back the previous night, stopping you from going with Yoongi to the ambulance. They claimed to have been given specific orders not to let you leave, and would not tell you where he was being taken.

The shrill screams of the ambulance sirens continued to ring in your ears, the chorus to your uncertainty. You were nauseous, a horrible bitterness churned within you. You rose, stretching briefly before pacing around Jimin’s room. You met your eyes in the mirror above his dresser, doing you best to ignore you disheveled state as you ran your fingers over his trinkets.

It was a small photo frame that caught your eye. You lifted it up to see a young Jimin, smiling wide, and next to him stood Yoongi with a smirk.

“Don’t touch that” You jumped in your skin as Jimin appeared in front of you, taking the frame. He seemed to scowl as he set it face down, hiding the picture from you.

“You and Yoongi were friends”

Jimin glared at you “Key word being were. You have a lot of audacity saying that bastard’s name around me”

“I’m curious...what were you really like back then?” Your fingers tugged back at the frame, to which Jimin grabbed the photo frame and threw it across the room. “How well did you know him?”

“Bold of you to think I’m gonna sit here in my own goddamn house and talk to my girlfriend about the man she cheated on me with. You’re fucking toxic” He inhaled sharply, shutting his eyes with curled fists before letting out a deep sigh. “Just...go get dressed. I scheduled an interview for the both of us”

“I’m not really feeling that good Jimin...”

Wedging your jaw between his thumb and palm, he shoved you harshly against the wall, head pulsing with pain as he gritted his teeth.

“Do I look like I care how you fucking feel? How about how I feel Y/n, because clearly you never care about that. You think can just play with my feelings and you’ve got me wrapped around your finger huh? It’s pretty traumatic, you know, having the love of your life want you dead even though you’ve done everything for her. Changed for her. Try so damn hard to be good for her. Saved her despite how much she kept lying to him.”

You were too shocked to respond, trying to get a hold of his misunderstandings. Your silence only ticked him off more, growling, his nails dug into your shoulders, harshly dragging you into the bathroom.

“Get the fuck off of me” You snapped, writhing under his hold, “How many times are you going to do this huh? I’m toxic? Really? Every other week you scream at me like this and then turn around being all romantic and shit. You’re fucked up” You spit on his face, “I said get OFF”

Your heart wrenched, thinking of how Taehyung had once told you to simply call for him if Jimin did anything you didn’t want him too. Taehyung, who always had your back. Taehyung, who was now dead. Dead. Because of the man in front of you.

You knee’d Jimin in the thigh, pushing him off with all your strength. Mentally thanked Namjoon for his brief boxing lesson as you swung at him. Jimin ducked, but you slid past him and ran for it. You arrived at his door, tugging incessantly, only to find it locked.

“Let me out of here! I don’t wanna stay here” You pounded on the door, to no avail as Jimin began to laugh.

“I told you once before, and I’ll say it again. Go ahead and throw your tantrums. If you don’t show up at that interview with me, I’ll ruin you.” He hissed.

“After all” He chuckled, “Celebrity sex tapes look worse on the girl than the guy you know. Especially if you cheat on the nation’s biggest rockstar. I’ve got options, you want...” He scrolled through his phone casually,  “Hobi in the shower? Jungkook in the elevator? Or my personal favorite, you sucking your boss’ cock, which would ruin both of you”

Damn hotel footage. You slid to the floor in defeat. Jimin crouched down, keeping a reasonable amount of distance. “You did this to yourself, all I ever did was love you”

You gave him the nastiest look you could conjure, which he readily ignored, heading to the bathroom himself. A few feet away you could see the photo of Yoongi and Jimin lying, shattered, a crack prominently over Yoongi’s figure.

-

What’s it like working with Park Jimin? Would you say he’s changed? Hobi wanted to roll his eyes. He had answered the same question about five times already as reporters frolicked over to him, waiting for their turn with the man of the hour, who sat currently in the spotlight, with you by his side.

He could still feel the smoke scarring his throat, inhaling dust as he had grabbed a fire extinguisher and sprayed it all over the lab the previous night. He had been shocked seeing Jimin, clutching his side, with Jin’s dead body next to him. Jimin had given him one explanation. One word to explain everything. Jungkook.

He hated that he was working with the brat, but knew that if he wanted to bring Yoongi down and take over, he needed Jimin’s help. Jimin was eager, desperate even, to help him, even offering to hand over his own assets.

Jimin wanted out. And seeing the way he looked at you—a soft fondness, gentle glimmer in his eyes, Hobi understood why.

He would likely have done the same.

Jimin had insisted he drag Jin’s body out and take him to the hospital. He can’t die. I need him alive. Do what you have to. Hobi had been hesitant, not only did he not care about Jin, nor understand his involvement, but moreso he knew there were stacks of cash stored away in the depths of Death Valley.

Jimin had given him a sinister grin. Let it burn.

That same man was now kissing your cheek, laughing forcibly at whatever the interviewer said, as if none of it had happened. Hobi knew you well enough to see that every word from your mouth was a blatant lie. There was no love in your eyes. Even so, Jimin fawned over you like a puppy.

Once Jimin left to change, Hobi tapped your shoulder. “Hey. Do you know where Yoongi is?” He whispered. “I’ve checked every fucking hospital in miles of here. I can’t find him”

The mention of his name was like a knife wound to the heart. You clenched your fists, trying your best to ignore the burning ache in your chest as you thought about how he looked, lifeless, on the floor. Hobi noticed your eyes widen, placing a hand on your shoulder reassuringly while noting the way you flinched at his touch.

“You know” You folded your arms over your chest, a bitter scowl planted on your face “I thought you were different. I didn’t think you were another greedy bitch like the rest of them, but you’re worse. You kidnapped me. You beat up Joon. You almost killed Jimin too. Betrayed Yoongi the second you could, how much did Jimin offer you to chase us huh? How much did you get for telling him the truth, something I trusted you with? I’m not fucking dumb Hobi.” 

Hobi gave you a guilty look seeing the utter disgust in your glare.

And then an idea hit you. “You’d do anything for money right?”

He pursed his lips. You already looked down on him, it wasn’t like he had anything to lose. “What do you need?”

“Jimin’s blackmailing me.” Hobi’s eyes flashed with concern, “He’s not letting me leave his sight, he has a video of me fucking...uh...” You paused, watching your words, “Yoongi...and he says he will leak it to the press. I need you to destroy it.”

Hobi gave you a warm smile, a hint of pity in his eyes. “Y/n...you should have just told me. I would do this for you anyways, you don’t need to pay me”

You shook your head “No. You’re doing a job for me, not a favor, alright? I happen to know where Yoongi has a bunch of cash stored, and I can tell you where it is” Hobi read between your words, nodding. “I can’t...give you anything else”

“It’s Namjoon isn’t it?” He chuckled bitterly, “You’re always talking about him, always so fucking worried about him. I should have seen it coming.”

“What? No? No. Namjoon and I are just friends”

“Whatever. I’ll see what I can do. I’ll be over at Jimin’s later anyways. We can talk then”

-

Jimin snorted a line of cocaine off his kitchen counter before turning to you, sitting idly on his couch and watching your interview air, a look of disgust on your face. “You did great by the way. A bunch of people wanna meet you, for sponsorship deals and whatnot. You’re hot shit. There’s a beach event I have to attend this evening, you’re expected to make an appearance”

He sat down by your side, kissing your cheek but you flinched. Your arms wrapped around your knees, hugging yourself, desperate for comfort. You felt alone, more alone than you ever had, even when you’d spent nights on your phone back in your own apartment, daydreaming.

“What’s wrong?” His eyes were sincere, and that was the sickening part. You knew he liked you, genuinely liked you. Despite this being true, his behavior made you exhausted. “If it’s about this morning...I’m sorry. You know I just say dumb stuff when I get upset” He placed his chin on your knees, blinking at you cutely.

You want him to leave you alone, you wanted to tell him off, but you had to play your cards right if you were going to escape and find Yoongi. “It’s okay.” Jimin leaned in. He kissed you fondly, you didn’t reciprocate.

“I’m not really in the mood Jimin” He sighed, resting his forehead against yours before nodding. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing his lips to the top of your head before you feel him humming softly.

Your heart skips a beat when you realize he’s humming one of his songs. One of your favorites. “I’m sorry baby” He mumbled into your neck, “Please forgive me. I love you, you know that right?” You didn’t respond, glancing at the clock and wondering when Hobi would get the job done.

“I know” You said blandly. Jimin shook your shoulders.

“Tell me what I can do” He pleaded “How can I make it up to you?” He looked around, as if he would find a solution lying somewhere in his home. “You asked me about my past this morning. I’ll tell you anything you wanna know”

Finally you gave him an ounce of your attention “Really?” He nodded, pinching your cheeks “How did you and Yoongi meet then?”

“He was hired by my label at the time. They thought he would be good to write songs for the age group I was targeting, since we were both young. I always looked up to him, he was like an older brother. I didn’t really have friends growing up, I spent all my time with my managers and bandmates. Yoongi was normal, he’d tell me stories about his life, and I’d live through him”

“Did you know he met me back then too?” Jimin’s jaw tightened.

“Yeah. I did” He cleared his throat “I beat the shit out of him that night. I’m” He gulped, holding your hands tightly “I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner. I would have stopped him”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

Jimin gaped at you “Oh uh...nothing, never mind. Yoongi and I stopped talking as much after...something happened. He got more serious about his career and I got more serious about selling drugs. I was fed up with music, I could barely remember why I started”

“It broke my heart when you stopped” You admitted sheepishly.

“Can I be honest? I really did see you Y/n. I mean I didn’t know who you were, but I was familiar with you. I thought you were really pretty, really nice. I told Yoongi about you too. The gorgeous girl who was always in the front row with her friends. Black eyeliner, fishnet leggings. That’s why I gave you my jacket. I couldn’t ever talk to you...I wasn’t able to come hang out or party after performances with all of you. But I liked you. At least the idea of you, now that I know you it’s...” Jimin blushed “Better than I could have ever hoped. You’re amazing”

Wish I could say the same You thought to yourself. You were about to respond when the doorbell rang. Jimin got up, answering it to reveal Hobi. He met your eyes with a slight nod before turning to Jimin.

He whispered something to Jimin which caused them both to look back at you briefly. "Y/n, I have to step out. I’ll be back soon baby, and I’ll grab you something to wear for tomorrow. Text me if you need anything” He quickly kissed you one final time, before he and Hobi headed out, locking the door behind them.

You ran to the window, hoping to push it open. It was glued shut. You tried every room. Every possibly way, but nothing would budge. You were trapped.

You plopped down on Jimin’s bed, analyzing the constant swivel of the fan above you. Your eyes locked on the center, allowing the panels to blur together, like the blur of the past few days, until it was all once, constant mess that kept on going.

You decided to call Namjoon, see if he might be able to come break you out “Hello? Joonie?”

“What the fuck you guys!?” Namjoon barked, an evident pout to his tone. You smiled inwardly, imagining the look on his face “I came back you were both gone. What the fuck? Couldn’t you have called yesterday?”

“I’m sorry, I got caught up. Wait...is Jungkook not with you?”

“I thought he was with you. Where are you, did you find Yoongi?”

“Not really. I went to the party last night and found him, but I think he got poisoned or something. He got taken away in an ambulance but apparently he’s not at any hospitals around here, so he’s still missing”

“I tried calling Jungkook but fucker doesn’t have a goddamn cellphone so...didn’t know if I should call you in case Jimin was like..”

“Wait” You realized, sitting up. “It was Jungkook. He poisoned Yoongi and took him. He’s the only one who could have. Hobi doesn’t know where Yoongi is, and neither does Jimin. Jungkook was the one who told me to come without you, and he knew where I was”

“Why would he do that?”

You pursed your lips, thinking back to everything you learned, every plot, every lie, every truth. “Why else?” You laughed “He’s a drug dealer. Money. He’s gonna ask Yoongi for money. Or the gang. Or something, he’s gonna extort something out of him. We have to get him to tell us where Yoongi is”

“Well we don’t know where Jungkook is now either. Although I can bet that he’ll try contacting Jimin since there’s no way Yoongi would agree to any of his terms”

The jingle of keys was heard through the wall, causing you to practically jump out of the bed, quickly hanging up the phone before Jimin returned to the room.

“I’m back. Sorry about that, look what I got for you” He held up a cute black designer bikini. “I’ll admit, half the reason I’m even going to this thing is so I can see you in this” He laid the garment on the bed by your feet.

“Is...Hobi coming to the party too?” You feigned indifference, letting your fingers glide over the soft fabric of the swimwear. Jimin nodded.

“Obviously.”

-

The sun’s rays came down hot as you and Jimin arrived in his white convertible at the event. You could see large beachballs floating about, bright neon flashes of people’s clothes. It was practically a rave.

Your skin felt sticky against the leather seats as you shifted in your skimpy outfit. Jimin couldn’t keep his hands off of you, lips glued to your neck the entire ride.

“You’re so fucking hot holy shit” He complained, whining when you ultimately pushed him away.

Your skin burned as you emerged from the car, the brightness of the day only catalyzed by the camera flashes that pummeled you the moment you stepped out. Jimin arrived at you side, waving to the camera’s briefly before his hand found your back and he led you in.

It wasn’t long before Jimin got caught up in introductions, and while you were ecstatic to meet so many famous people, you had bigger things to worry about. Excusing yourself, you made your way to the bar.

“Damn” You felt a hand squeeze your ass as you leaned against the counter. You were ready to punch someone’s face in until your eyes settled on Jungkook’s familiar face.

“Oh hey” You pursed your lips “Where’s Joon?”

"He’s still at the motel. I’ll head back tonight I just...wanted to check in and see how things were going?” The bartender approached the two of you. “What’ll you have? Tequila shots again?” Jungkook smirked. You eyed his figure, a loose yellow top, clearly designer, bringing out his jet black hair that you were still adjusting to.

“Scotch. On the rocks” You spoke to the bartender directly. Jungkook raised his eyebrows but didn’t comment. Leaning back you observed the party unfolding before you. “Jungkook” You leaned forward, letting your breath fan onto him, lips barely grazing over his chiseled jaw “I know you know where he is”

Jungkook’s expression hardened. “What if you and I brought it all down” You fingers tugged at his collar “What if we took over all of this, made millions a day, we’d be so rich no one could touch us”

The drinks appeared, Jungkook took a large sip of his beer before giving you an incredulous look “Damn. Someone’s gone all gangster herself has she?”

“Yoongi trusts me. I could play him...find out where all his money is... Then you come in” You brought the glass to your mouth “and kill him” The bitter liquid teased your lips, but you knew better than to actually drink anything.

“I like the way you think, but how do I know you’re not just gonna keep the money for yourself?” Jungkook’s hand slid up your thigh.

“It’s up to you. Trust me, or don’t. Your choice” You left a kiss on his neck, your red lipstick leaving a mark on him before you got up, taking care to sway your hips just a bit extra as you walked away. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back against his chest.

“Fine, but pull anything and I’ll kill your little idol boyfriend” His lips covered yours, kissing you just barely.

“Speaking of whom, you better get your hands where I can see them.” You pushed him away, “Jimin, the media and security have eyes on me like a hawk. I’ll need your help leaving without him noticing”

Jungkook nodded “And one more thing. Namjoon comes with us”

“Deal.” You watched as he quickly vanished into the beautiful crowd of young, drunk socialites. Dumping your drink into the trash, you wandered around looking for Jimin.

In the middle of the dance floor, Hobi was dancing sensually between a cluster of beautiful woman. You stared a moment too long, causing him to look up and meet your amused gaze. He beckoned you towards him, pushing his entourage aside to approach you.

“Wanna dance?” He grinned, holding his hand out. You raised your eyebrows, but entertained him. He pulled you into his arms, twirling you around playfully before his hands landed on your hips, guiding them to the swing of the steady bass of the electronic beats that pulsed through the venue. “It’s done” He whispered, pulling a small flash drive out of his shirt pocket, before flirtatiously sliding it into your bra.

“Thanks. Give me your phone and I’ll type in the address” Hobi handed you his device. You continued to nod your head to the music as you typed into it. You waited until Hobi got distracted with someone before swapping your phone for his and handing it back.

“Pleasure doing business with you” He winked, sliding your phone into his back pocket “Better find your man. I’ll see you soon”

You smiled at him weakly, leaving the dance floor to find a hidden space behind the DJ stage. Pulling out Hobi’s phone you quickly typed up a text message.

Suddenly you heard a large explosion. You rapidly turned to see that a car parked on the beachfront had burst into flames.

“No one got hurt. Come, quickly” Jungkook appeared besides you, clutching your wrist as the two of you sped through the chaos and screams. Jungkook was faster than you, but you did your best to keep up, taking a second to glance into your palm to ensure your message sent.

-

Namjoon had been impressed with you the moment the two of you met. He could see the excitement in your eyes at the opportunity to work on music that people would actually get to enjoy. Even after Death Valley plagued your existence, he always maintained respect for your resilience.

He bitterly thought back to Jin’s badgering of you during your questioning after Taehyung’s murder. What Jin had said, sickeningly, made a lot of sense to him. Yoongi was notoriously impulsive, it was one of his greatest flaws as a leader, one of the reasons that Jungkook would always spend hours talking shit about his boss.

And if what you said was true, Namjoon found himself doubting everything Jungkook had told him. Your text had been firm. He smiled inwardly at your words, imagining the tone of your voice speaking them to him directly. You were authoritative, focused, and unwilling to play around any longer.

It was sexy as hell.

“We’re back” Jungkook’s keys jingled in the doorway, for the two of you entered the motel room.

“We can’t stay here though, Jimin knows where this is” Namjoon’s eyes widened at you, wearing nothing but a black bikini with a sheer wrap low around your hips. Your eyes softened at him, “I swapped my cellphone with Hobi’s in case Jimin tries to find me. We don’t have much time, he’s definitely gonna have someone come after us” You turned to Jungkook. “We can plan in the car, Namjoon grab your things, lets go”

Namjoon joined you in the backseat, insisting that it would be safe for you not to sit in the front in case they reached any highway footage.

“How did you know I did it?” Jungkook glanced at you in the rearview mirror, both hands on the wheel.

“You’re the only one who could have.” Your eyes remained glued to Namjoon’s “It was genius. Now we have Yoongi, we can get whatever we want from him, or even offer him up to Jimin for a prize”

Namjoon’s hand slid over yours, squeezing it lightly. He knew that the convincing lies that came from your mouth must be hurting you. You loved Yoongi, he could see that as clear as day. Whether Namjoon approved or not wasn’t the point, he wanted you to be happy.

“What did you have in mind?” Jungkook queried. Namjoon glanced out the window, watching as aimless fields of greenery blurred past him. You tugged at his sleeve, giving him a look that said are you okay? He nodded, smiling slightly.

“Let me say that Jimin poisoned him, and I found him and saved him. I’ll seduce him into telling me where he keeps all his money and contacts.” Namjoon grinned. That was not your plan. Your plan was to save Yoongi, kill Jungkook and with his help, make a run for it, dealing with whatever aftermath with Jimin once your had the most powerful man you knew back at your side.

He wondered if Yoongi would appreciate you scheming like this. He had a dirty feeling that he wouldn’t. Yoongi was the type to maintain the weakness, the helplessness of those around him. He had to be leagues above the rest, Namjoon bit his lip at the thought that he would never see you as an equal, rather, as something he owned.

Like a prize.

-

Silk sheets cushioned the throbbing pain that beat through Yoongi’s skull as his eyes flickered open. He had no idea where he was, not even remembering how he got there in the first place.

He rubbed his eyes, sighing deeply before his eyes landed on a remote. There was a large television screen in front of him. He carefully turned it on.

Welcome back! Today’s guests we have superstar rock icon, Park Jimin and his first public girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N.

Yoongi watched with an unamused expression, bothered by you by Jimin’s side. His hand rested on your knee, occasionally sliding up, to which Yoongi found himself digging his nails into his palm. You hugged Jimin’s arms, smiling brightly enough to shatter him to pieces.

Would you say that she’s the one? Can we expect an engagement? Jimin looked over to you. Yoongi could see it in his eyes. It wasn’t a performance. It wasn’t a show. Jimin’s eyes watered ever slightly before he smiled. Of course. She’s the love of my life. One day I hope we can show the world that.

He grabbed the lamp that was on the bedside and threw it across the room. Shards of glass scattered across the floor. He had waited too long to deal with Jimin. It was time.

He recalled so many years ago, the night when Jimin had pointed to you from behind the curtains of one of his earliest shows, a pretty fan that caught his eyes. He had followed the star’s finger to see your eyes for the first time. And just like that he was yours.

After that he found out everything— who you were, where you lived. It wasn’t hard, you were a big fan. He wanted you right away, but your public displays of affection for the bratty singer had him seething. It simply wasn’t fair. Jimin got to be the star while Yoongi remained in the shadows, writing his songs, doing all the heavy lifting, but Jimin got everything. Why did he get to have you too? He deserved you far more than Jimin did.

“Yoongi?” The door opened. You stood, dressed modestly in a white blouse and leather skirt. Your eyes went to the screen, where your interview continued to play. Yoongi turned the screen off, sitting up slightly.

You came to his side immediately, stroking his arm. “Don’t listen to all that. It’s fake. It’s all fake, I promise” You pleaded. He remained unfazed by your touch.

You rested your head against him, listening to the steady beat of his chest. His heart trembled, looking down at your face, eyes closed, so incredibly peaceful. He couldn’t help the way he wanted to run his fingers through your hair, the way he couldn’t stop himself from cradling you in his arms, thumb tracing the side of your face.

He said nothing—instead he leaned in and kissed you fondly. His lips were hot on yours, you felt lightheaded, dizzy with bliss as he latched onto you, swallowing you every moan, every sweet sigh that left your pretty lips. His eyes were shut, senses focused only on the indulgent taste of you. He was addicted to you. He couldn’t even rationalize the reality of you in his arms.

“I love you” He professed in a faint whimper, hands fawning over your blushed cheeks. Your eyes were glued to his mouth, gasping for air amidst the heavy suffocation of feelings he burned within you. “So bad that it scares me”

“Me too” You assured him, kissing him back earnestly, “I understand you, more than you know. You don’t need to be afraid” You tilted his face to yours as he finally met your gaze “I won’t leave you. Never Yoongi.” You shook your head “Never”

He smiled, a smile so unique. Full sets of teeth spread wide across his face. A tear disobeyed you, running off down your cheek. Yoongi saw this, lowering his gaze with concern. He simply stared for a minute as you hid your face.

“What’s wrong my love?” You let your eyes close, focused on the feeling of him so close. It only made the tears fall faster.

He turned your head towards him lightly, his fingers grazing the path of your tears. He kissed your cheek, lips lingering a while. You could feel his racing heart. The pounding in your chests so perfectly offbeat. He rest his forehead against yours, staring directly into your eyes. The tips of your noses distant by just atoms.

“I..w..was so scared. I thought…you might be dead” You whispered. You could feel that he smiled again. He was soft. In every possible way. His touch, his smile, his eyes, his lips.

Without missing another beat he smashed his lips onto yours, grabbing your hips and pushing you onto the bed. He crawled up your body, tugging at your blouse. You lifted your arms, allowing him to pull the garment off of you, tossing it aside swiftly before he dove into your chest.

Yoongi loved your breasts, and he made sure you knew that, tenderly kissing them, tugging at the sensitive flesh with his tongue. He pulled your bra down harshly in order to suckle you.

His movements were messy and obscene, which had you unraveling into mess of wetness between your trembling thighs.

“Beautiful” He paused, pushing hair behind your ear before he began to unbutton his own shirt. You helped him along, fingers mingling with his as you wrestled the silky material off of him to reveal his perfect skin. His chiseled abs staring you in the face as your fingers played with the hem of his pants.

Yoongi gripped your hips and turned you onto your stomach. He pushed your knees up under your stomach so that your ass hung out nicely for him. He yanked down your skirt, panties along with it. His fingers slid against your sopping cunt. You could feel him pressed hot against your back as he pushed a finger into you.

“You like that princess?” Yoongi asked, stroking your hair as he continued to pump his finger deeper and deeper inside of you. Your cunt swallowed him nicely as he added another finger, stretching you out wonderfully. You could feel his rings brush against your nerves, an amazing burn filling you.

“Yes, fuck, just like that” You sighed, a heavy sensation flowing through you as he continued to work your pussy. He planted his lips over his name etched into your glossy skin, trailing kisses down your spine as he continued to fuck you thoroughly.

His eyes glistened as he parted from you, watching the way your pussy dripped shamelessly onto the sheets with the simple flick of his wrist. He pressed his lips onto your ass, letting his tongue tease around before reaching your throbbing heat.

Like a kitten, his tongue hit you in small, featherlight flicks, licking you up—driving you into a frenzy as you tried to push your ass down on his face, which was now buried between your thighs, hands pulling your folds wider so he could give your cunt his full attention.

He lapped at you like he was dying of thirst, loving the way you cursed his name in pleasure. He could feel your body trembling above him, which only motivated him on.

“You like that princess?” Yoongi chuckled, the vibrations of his laugh hitting you deep in your core. His lips found your clit, sucking and kissing at it vigorously. “Like when I lick your pretty pussy like that?”

“Y…yes” You moaned loudly, not caring who might hear you. Yoongi groaned as you gushed onto him. His tongue finally pushed through, digging deep into your cunt until it found that sweet spot—the spot that had you screaming out for more. “Holy shit Yoongi yes.”

He removed his tongue, smacking your ass lightly to which you giggled, dazed in an aroused frenzy. He pulled your knees back before flipping you back over. You loved how easily he was able to move and twist your body to his liking. You loved the way he manipulated you to his pleasure. You wanted him too. You wanted his cock so fucking bad.

He pulled your legs over his shoulders, sliding out his thick, veiny cock. He tugged at the aching length, eyes layered onto your naked body. You felt the scorching heat of his cock head press against your cunt, and your eyes clenched shut as he began to push inside you.

His size was overwhelming, you missed it. He hovered over you on his elbows, kissing you long and hard, as if you might lose each other any moment. As if you were trying to express what you felt inside but couldn’t quite get it out. You were rendered useless—completely immersed in each others desperate touch.

He finally bottomed out, fingers cupping your face so he could look directly at you.

“I love you so fucking much” Your legs slid off his shoulders to wrap around his torso as he began to thrust into you harshly. Your face was flustered by his words, heart melting. You felt pain, warmth, pleasure and emotion—you were dizzy. Overwhelmed by everything he had to give you.

“My beautiful little princess fuck…so fucking perfect for me” He hissed into your jaw, inhaling your scent as he continued to piston his hips in and out of your squelching cunt. His cock pushed through your wall with a rapid burn, hitting you deep in your nerves, making your thighs quiver in pleasure.

Your hands scratched at his back, moaning abashedly as he took you. Yoongi backed away to breathe momentarily, his eyes serious, and his lips parted—panting heavily.

“Shit” He turned to his side, grabbing one leg and hooking it over his arm as he shoved himself back inside of you, pounding relentlessly. Drool escaped your pursed lips as you braced the impact of each ruthless push. “Feel good princess? Use your words love, come on”

“So fucking good Yoongi.” Yoongi bit into your collar, sucking until your skin turned purple, marking you as his. “Please don’t stop…don’t ever stop”

“My sweet princess, you’re so fucking perfect you know that? Wanna fuck your pretty tits” His breath hitched “Wanna cum all over you…drench you in my cum, you’d look so pretty like that, all filthy for me fuck”

He slowed his pace, staring deeply into the glimmer in your eyes. He got lost in you for a moment, stilling with his cock buried deep within you.

He pushed his lips back onto yours, and you felt a tear fall from his eyes “My princess…my love…I love you so much”

“I love you too” You held him tight, rolling your hips up to ease your need as emotions took him over. “You’re mine”

Yoongi’s eyes darted open. “I’m all yours princess” He slid his hand down to rub your slit into rapid circles. You clenched down on his cock desperately as his fingers wound you up. You could feel the pressure build in your core as his cock continued to assault you. “Want you to cum with me, can you do that for me love?”

You nodded, biting your lip. Yoongi pressed his forehead against yours and you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. Your walls began to convulse and it wasn’t long before the both of your were a scattered mess of screams.

“Don’t stop Yoongi please don’t fucking stop” You sobbed, bringing your hips up to meet his, wanting to feel him as deep as you possibly could. His cum shot out, filling you up to the brim. Yoongi groaned,  before falling limp over your body, kissing your lips tiredly.

He rolled over onto his side, pulling you into a soft embrace. He rest his head on your heart, hands caressing your back.

“Yoongi” You panted, still breathless. He looked up at you curiously “I want more” He grinned.

“Your wish is my command” He winked, picking you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you into the bathroom.

Setting you down on the counter, you spread your legs wide. He slotted himself between you, lips glued to yours as though you were inseparable. You took fistfuls of his black hair, pulling his face closer into you. Your lip caught between his teeth as he tugged at it, blood spilling as he nipped at you roughly.

Pulling you down from the counter, he turned you around, bending you forward with your arms above your head, landing with a dewy haze onto the mirror in from of you.

You watched him through the reflection as he kept one hand around your wrists, allowing the other to slide down and pinch your nipples.

Yoongi slapped your tit playfully, watching with a glint in his eye at the way it bounced slightly. “You’re mine, you got that?”

“Yes sir” You squeaked. Yoongi’s eyes darkened at the term. He rolled his hips against your ass, and you could feel his length press against you.

“I don’t ever want you anywhere near Jimin” Yoongi teased “If I ever see you with that motherfucker again I’ll slit your throat, and his”

“Yes sir” Yoongi hummed in approval, letting go of your hands so that he could glide them down the expanse of your spine before smacking your ass.

“So pretty” He muttered, before his cock entered you again, filling you full in one deep thrust. He didn’t bother easing you into it, he pounded your battered cunt like there was no tomorrow, holding you up by the jaw, allowing to watch the fucked out faces you made as he fucked you so good. You looked like an absolute mess, mascara blemished around your teary eyes, drool all over your parted lips, whining and moaning as you begged for Yoongi to give you more and more.

You never wanted the pleasure to end. You loved the feeling of him inside you, the feeling of his hands on your body, doing as he pleased. You came with a shrill scream, after which Yoongi pushed you down to your knees so he could cum deep inside your throat.

You weren’t sure how many more times the two of you went at it, unable to get enough of one another, until Yoongi finally pulled you back to bed, littering your face with kisses as he begged you to stop before you killed him. You pouted, but his warm smile had you more than willing to cuddle up to him instead. He gave you his shirt to wear, and with that you wrapped your arms around him, settling into a soft embrace.

A loud pounding came from the door. Your eyes widened, meeting Yoongi’s hardened gaze.

You grabbed a gun from your purse, handing it to him as the pounding increased, before finally the door swung open, revealing Jungkook, revolver loaded and aimed at Yoongi.

“Who the hell are you?” Yoongi made a face, fingers sliding around the gun’s shaft. Jungkook pulled the trigger, bullets whizzed as Yoongi quickly rolled off the bed.

“Jeon Jungkook. Remember that name because it’s gonna be the name of the man who takes your precious little Death Valley out from under your nose” Jungkook hissed.

Yoongi laughed, standing up “So you’re the dealer I’m told is always bringing us the most business. If you really wanted to take over one day, you should know better than to tick of your superiors”

Jungkook shifted his gun’s aim to you, to which Yoongi aimed his gun back. “Shoot me and she dies. I know all about your little obsession Min Yoongi. That sadistic detective takes some damn good notes.” 

Jungkook’s eyes landed on you “You really think I would fall for your bullshit? I’ve been in this business far longer than you have sweetheart” Of course, you realized, Jungkook knew Yoongi would do anything for you. You were bait. You thought you were using him, but he was using you the whole time.

Yoongi growled lowly. “What do you want?”

“Transfer all your assets to me. I want everything. All the money, contacts, everything. Give me Death Valley”

Yoongi glanced back at you, perched on the bed still, hands gripping at the silk sheets in fear.

“No way” Your heart dropped. It was Jimin. He placed the barrel of his revolver against Jungkook’s skull “Move and I’ll kill you before you can even think”

Your heart was pounding as you analyzed the scene in front of you. Yoongi’s gun shifted to Jimin.

“Oh perfect. I’ve been meaning to get my hands on you brat” Yoongi hissed. Jimin gave Yoongi a dirty look.

“Shut up Yoongi. I know the truth. I know who you are. You lied to me my whole life, the fuck did I ever do to you huh? You slept with my girlfriend”

Your eyes flew shut as you heard bullets ring. “Y/n run” You heard Jimin shout “Run. Just go” You ducked, rolling off the bed as you watched the three men shoot at one another. Jimin grabbed your hand, “Go. Get out of here”

“Oh no you don’t” Jungkook hissed. You slipped into the hallway. You had no idea where you were, it seemed like a hotel. Your eyes scanned around until you found the stairs, pushing the door and quickly speeding your way down the steps.  

You could hear the echoes of Jungkook following you. You glanced up, giving Jungkook an opportunity to shoot at you. His bullets ricochetted off of the railing as you slid down to the next story, pushing the doors open until you found yourself in another hallway. You ran towards a supply closet, slipping inside as you pulled out Hobi’s phone with trembling hands.

“Namjoon.” You whispered into the phone as you heard more bullets, planting your hand over your mouth to muffle your frightened whimpers “Namjoon help”

“Where are you?” His tone was serious “I brought the car like you said in your text, find the closest window and tell me which way you’re facing, then I’ll come and you jump okay? I’ll catch you.”

“Okay” Your breath was shaky. You carefully cracked open the closet door, checking both sides before you rushed to the closest window. You looked around, eyeing a vase which you grabbed, banging it into the window and watching as the glass shattered into a million pieces. “I’m facing west.”

“Got it” You looked down. You were only roughly two stories up, but it still looked frightening. You saw Namjoon pull up beneath you. He climbed out of the car. “Jump. You’ll be fine I promise”

You gulped, not the biggest fan of heights of any kind. Your hand trembled, bleeding now as you grabbed onto the shattered windowsill.

“Y/n wait!” You glanced back to see Jimin running towards you. You clenched your eyes shut, a tear falling from the corner of your eye before you opened your eyes and jumped.

You landed on your hands and knees, the impact sending a searing pain through your limbs as Namjoon helped pull you down from the car, shooting up at where Jimin was now looking down in horror. “Come on”

You hopped into the car with him. He quickly pressed on the gas, and the car roared before accelerating off. Your hand was gripping onto Namjoon’s bicep for dear life as you tried to rationalize the past few minutes.

You heard more gunshots, looking in the rearview to see Jungkook, shooting from the drivers window of his own car.

“Faster Namjoon, fuck, give me your gun” You snapped. He handed you the device, and you lowered the window, aiming at the tires of his car as you shot a few times. The recoil of the gun surprised you, but one of the bullets managed to slightly pierce through Jungkook’s front tire. You watched as his car skidded to a stop, sighing in relief.

Namjoon watched the scene unfold from his rearview mirror, biting his lip as you rolled the window back up, slamming yourself against the backrest, sighing deeply.

-

After what seemed like an hour of hurried driving, Namjoon found a motel for the two of you to spend the night and gather your thoughts. You told him what happened, not sparing a single detail. You had no idea where Yoongi was, if he was alive, if Jimin was alive, if Jungkook was still chasing you, everything was up in the air.

The two of you lay silently on the bed. You wanted to cry but you couldn’t even bring yourself too. Your heart felt cold—dead.

“Y/n, let’s just run away” Namjoon was startled by his own voice, a prominent whisper laced with hope, “Leave all of this behind” His, eyes softened as he looked down on your face. “We could start over. Be normal people, live normal lives. Change our names, our look, get a house”

“Can you even imagine doing that?” You slid your hand to nudge his pinkies intertwining. “Seems like a fantasy”

Silence waved over the both of you, only the pounding of your own hearts filling the space with it’s quick rhythm. Namjoon could feel it all the way down to his fingertips, as they brushed against yours, terribly slowly.

“For what it’s worth, we’d make some real cute kids” You added with a chuckle.

His heart stopped. A suffocating sensation seemed to grab at his throat, choking the very life out him. 

“I can’t do this” His voice broke. “I can’t” He got up with a rush, slamming the bathroom door behind him before sliding down, face buried in his palms. He couldn’t touch you. He couldn’t even think about it. It was wrong. You loved Yoongi, and he was happy for you. Even if he felt like Yoongi was dangerous, if anyone could handle the gangster it was you.

It wasn’t your fault. He knew you, but that was just it. You made his heart flutter with every little action. Your sharp tongue had his weak in the knees, your attitude. He wanted you to tie him up, choke him down, suffocate him with your cunt.

Calm down. Namjoon began to think about less pleasurable things, but his mind was latched onto you, recalling that night where you had taken such good care of him before your fight. A simple favor, no conversations, no complications.

He wanted to do the same to you. Oh God he just wanted to lay a finger on you.

“Namjoon?” There was something in your voice that had his body heating up everywhere. A plea, a desperation. You knocked at the door.

“I’m o..okay” He whimpered, tilting his head back in frustration. He didn’t know it, but you too had slid down, back against the door. “I’m sorry”

You clicked your tongue, “You have nothing to be sorry for.” You paused momentarily, “Tell me what you need”

Namjoon’s cock twitched, imagination going into a frenzy before he realized your words might be innocent.

“Nothing” He squeaked, “I’m okay”

“Joonie” His eyes fluttered shut as your soothing voice called out to him “Namjoon don’t lie to me just tell me what you need”

“I want you” His hands flew over his mouth the second he said it. He could hear you giggle.

“Is that right baby?” The tease in your voice had his face reddening. He slid his hand under his shorts, lightly palming his cock. “You wanna taste my juicy little cunt is that it?”

“Stop” He choked, palm rubbing faster.

“Tell me then,” Your voice was venom “Tell me what you want”

“I want to eat you out” Namjoon gasped loudly, “A..and. I want to see your face...you’re so...pretty...and” He gulped “Wanna make you feel good.” He fumbled around with his pants, yanking them down along with his boxers so he could properly stroke his eager dick.

“And” He could hear you panting, which almost turned him on more. Were you touching yourself? To him? The thought had him tugging at his cock so hard he winced in pain.

“Wanna fuck you” He confessed, biting his lip at the memory, “So fucking bad Y/n...I..” He groaned.

“How would you fuck me hm?”

He growled, imagining you, naked, climbing over him like the sexy vixen you were. You would pump his cock, spit on him, take such good care of him. “Ohhh my godddd” He could hear the pre-cum lathering over his cock, beating himself roughly “Want you to ride my cock. Tie me up, spit on me, choke me, spank me, anything you want Y/n but I just need you to touch me”

Words tumbled out of his drooling lips without a second thought “Your pussy is so...warm and...felt so good. So wet just...and...your tits bouncing up and down....your n..nails...scratching at me...your pretty eyes...”

“Keep going baby, you’re doing so good” You cooed at him.

“Fuck please say that again” His hips bucked up into his palm, yearning for your praise. “Tell me I’m good...I wanna be good...wanna make you feel good”

“You’re so good baby. My baby...making me feel so good”

“Yeah!” He shouted, “Yeah...wanna be so good for you. Oh god Y/n...I feel so good right now I” His breath hitched, “I want your mouth” He screamed, “Want you to suck my cock so baddd”

He could hear something, it sounded wet, sloshing around lightly. His eyes shot open. He clumsily scramled to stand, swinging the door open. At his feet you sat, four fingers deep in your cunt, eyes blinking up at him innocently.

“Oh. My. God” Namjoon hissed as he came, his seed falling down onto your face as he held himself up in the doorway. He milked himself out fully, more and more cum spilling as you stuck your tongue out, grinning wide as you caught some of it on your tongue.

He finished, panting as he towered over you. “Let me help you” He offered. You shook your head.

You winked at him, licking your lips before tugging your tank top down so you could fondle your own breast. Namjoon’s eyes were glued to you, as your pussy convulsed onto your fingers, dripping out slightly.

You moaned, pulling your fingers out as your body writhed beneath him. You held your fingers up, prompting Namjoon to have a taste. He bent down slightly, tongue reaching before you quickly removed your hand and licked your fingers off, one by one, yourself. Namjoon scowled.

“Tease” He mumbled. You simply laughed, playfully spanking his bare thigh as he stepped over you, returning to the bed.

You woke up to the sound of giggles. Your eyes flashed open, instinctively reaching for the gun and aiming at the source of the unfamiliar sound. Namjoon was still asleep.

The blood drained from your face as your eyes landed on a figure, hiding in the shadows of the motel room, legs propped onto the table, leaning back. You couldn’t see his face but his shadow felt familiar to you.

“That’s really not necessary Y/n” The giggles continued, fading into a heavy sigh, “You already know I won’t hurt you”

You lowered your weapon, fingers trembling. No fucking way. The man stood up, allowing the morning sun to shine onto his glowing face. He smirked.

“Miss me?”

-

there are two paths you can take after part 10. finale (light version) is a more agreeable ending that allows the reader freedom more creative freedom in how the story ends. finale (dark version) is my original ending (4 parts) which includes reader ultimately ending up with one of the members

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death valley (m) | finale (light version)

summary: a summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: namjoon x reader, taehyung x reader, yoongi x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9k

warnings: reader discretion advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes. choking, rough sex, spanking, slight bondage, so much edging, tittie fuck, oral sex, body worship, dirty talk, degradation, attempted somno, coercion, obsessive & possessive behavior, manipulation, fighting, guns, shootings, a sexy motorcycle chase, nudity, smoking, drugs, alc use, a game of strip poker, praise, crying, feelings of fear, character death, police arrest, mention of past noncon activity (not described), dom!yoongi, dom!taehyung, switch!namjoon, dom!namjoon *finally*

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Above the soft crinkling of the fire, all that was heard in the silent summer evening were the echoes of your soft moans. Two bottles of liquor spilt across the fine hardwood floors. One man on his knees before your spread legs.

From the dim glow you watched, lips parted as he snorted another line of coke off of your trembling body. Shivers ran through your spine with the wet glide of his tongue against your inner thigh.

Your fingers weaved through his freshly cut hair, gripping the strands tightly as you pulled his face forward, bucking your hips as his nose brushed against your clit.

"Namjoon...fuck" You arched your back as his large hands yanked your thighs further apart. The soft vibrations felt deep in your core as he giggled, tasting your wetness over your thong, letting his teeth tug at the delicate cloth.

You rocked back, allowing him to drag your panties down your bare legs, slurping them up into his mouth. A few drinks down, the warmth of his whiskey was starting to show on his blushed cheeks. He spit the garment into his hand, pressing it up against his nose and inhaling deeply.

"Call" He began to pop off the buttons of his shirt, letting it slide off his shoulders. The two of you were sitting on the floor by the fireplace in what was the most luxurious villa Namjoon had ever seen in his life. Yoongi's true estate, where the two of you waited for his arrival.

As the night dawned upon you, you had decided to raid Yoongi's fine assortment of high class liquors, taking a bottle each. Out came the cards, off came your clothes— a friendly game of strip poker commenced.

You smirked, unclasping your bra from under your shirt and throwing it at him, giggling as the cups fell over his eyes. “Very funny” Namjoon set the garment aside, his fingers tracing over the soft red lace a moment too long.

An Ace and a King, his eyes flickered from his cards to you. You winked at him, allowing your foot to caress up and down his thigh, rolling his bulge under the arch of you foot.

“All in” The warmth of golden flames illuminated the ridges on his toned chest. His eyes were steady on yours as he unbuckled his pants, revealing his long legs, amongst other things.

“Silly boy. I'm gonna win” You sighed, tugging at his pout, nail digging into his plump lip. Your thumb slipped into his mouth and you smiled as he sucked on it, blinking at you with feigned innocence.

“Let’s see your cards” He reached behind you, coming dangerously close to your chest as he flipped over your hand to reveal two Aces. “Goddamnit” He groaned.

He downed the rest of his drink before roughly sliding his pants back on, pocketing your panties before you noticed. “You hungry? You better fuel up, when Yoongi gets here he's probably gonna fuck you into oblivion”

Pulling you into his lap, he lifted you princess style, fawning at your drunken giggles as he laid you down on the kitchen counter. Reaching into the pantry, you scanned the vast assortment of snacks available to you, until your eyes landed on the perfect thing.

You twirled a can of whipped cream in your hands, the edges of your lips dripping with the sugary substance. Dollops of cream sliding down onto your chest.

"You have got to be kidding me" Rolling his eyes, Namjoon grabbed a hand towel as he slotted himself between your thighs. You watched as he dabbed away at your chest.

He inhaled sharply as his eyes moved to your creamed out lips. You let your tongue glide over them, curling as if you were beckoning him forward. Namjoon hadn't even realized he was leaning in, face barely inches from yours, so close he could almost taste the sticky sweetness on your skin.

"Careful. He might have cameras" You hissed, letting your knee brush against his bulging cock. He rolled his hips against you, hands gripping your waist as if you were his lifeline. His brows furrowed, lips parted in conflict. He wanted to kiss you, god he wanted to kiss you.

"You're gonna be the death of me aren't you?" Namjoon sighed, wiping your mouth with the towel. Suddenly you heard a loud growl of an engine. You and Namjoon exchanged a look, both arriving at the same conclusion—

Yoongi had arrived.

"Take him to the basement, and don't make a fucking sound" You heard Yoongi's angry tone echo through the large house. Gulping, you slid off of the counter, motioning for Namjoon to go somewhere else.

Straining your neck, you attempted to see what was happening at the front of the house. A man, who you concluded to be Hobi was carrying a body thrown over his shoulder, descending into what you assumed was the basement.

“You did well Hoseok. Always so loyal…it really is a shame” Yoongi reached into his back pocket.

Boom. One bullet. Then another. And another.

Hobi's body dropped to the ground. Yoongi kicked his face aside so he could look into the dying man’s eyes. He spat down at him bitterly, shooting the gun a few more times until he was covered in blood.

Once he was satisfied with the number of holes in Hobi’s body, he tossed the gun aside.

-

The master bedroom was unlike anything you had ever seen. There was a magnificent view of the ocean, the bed was circular. It was very elegant—very Yoongi. He had quite literally bought a palace. And here you were, his little princess, trapped amongst his vices.

Yoongi had yet to come upstairs, and with a sinking feeling you realized what he was likely doing. You eyed the hot tub, a bit of relaxation appealing to you greatly.

It wasn’t like you didn’t know what you had signed up for. Everyone warned you, hell— even Yoongi warned you. Pushing your thoughts aside, you stripped down to your bones, letting your foot glide against the scorching water.

You watched the way the smoke danced over the delicate ripples as you slowly eased your way in. The initial burn sinking into your muscles, giving you an overwhelming wave of relief.

Leaning back, you allowed yourself to think back to earlier that morning at the motel, when you saw the supposedly dead man grinning at you wickedly, heeding to his empty promises of a new plan. A way out of this mess.

Call me when you realize you're more than a trophy He had laughed, handing you a burner phone I know how to get rid of him. But I'll need your help.

He had seemed confident that you would call him, agree to play his little game. At the time, you remember thinking he was ridiculous. You would never turn on your precious Yoongi.

Especially not for Kim Taehyung.

“So fucking beautiful” A smirk tugged at your lips as you heard Yoongi’s breathless voice. Like silk you emerged, water sculpting over your naked figure, relishing the sensation with every inch of your skin. You turned, allowing him to silently ravish you with dark eyes.

“Who, me or the view?” You teased, lazily sliding on your shawl, a lace ridden, black silk that made you look like sin itself. Walking over to him slowly, you teased your fingers over his chest. For a moment you took comfort in the steady beat of his heart. Gripping the fabric, you pulled him towards you.

“They’re one in the same to me.” Yoongi looked at you with amusement, thumb sliding against your damp jaw. His hands—the same hands that had shot Hobi just minutes before now trailed down to your shoulders, caressing the tense skin in an effort to comfort you. “Did you miss me princess?”

“So much” A moan left your lips, tilting your head to the side in pleasure. His touch was firm. Thumb pushing in deep at your nape, the largest source of your stress concentrated in the prominent scar on your body. Yoongi’s pride, and your pain.

He pushed his thumbs up your neck, pressing back so he could trace his lips down your sensitive neck. He latched onto you. His lips traveled over your shoulders to the top of your chest, kisses becoming increasingly intentional.

With a simple flick of his wrist, your shawl was rendered useless, a pile on the floor. He paused. His daring brown eyes stared deep into yours, hardly blinking as though he would regret missing a second of not seeing you. His lips, almost grazing against yours, let out a soft, yearning sigh.

His hands trailed down your body. You felt his bulge pressing against your thigh “I missed you too.” The breathless whisper of his words had your body heating fast. He took a dip into heaven as his mouth pressed against yours, tongues winding together as he deepened the kiss. You kissed him with spinning desire, almost desperate to suppress the pain that ached in your heat.

The starry sky reflected through his dark, intense stare as he watched you slide down, trailing your kisses lower until you could fiddle with his belt. Pulling it off rapidly, you tugged down his pants, immediately diving in, wanting to give him everything.

He was starved of you, grabbing a hand full of your hair to tilt your neck up just to shove his cock balls-deep into your throat, letting you gag all over him. The noises you made were obscene, the pleasure—unreal.

He clicked his tongue, wiping the drool from the edge of your lips as he continued thrusting down your throat. He fucked you like a ragdoll, took you like mindless whore.

“That's it...come on love, you can take it” He growled, pulling your head so he could get further down into you. You squirmed relentlessly, desperate for air.

Yoongi released you, allowing you to catch your breath. You panted, head dizzy and heart racing.

Pulling you back up, he shoved your chest into the rugged cobblestone wall, rutting his cock against the slickness of your sensitive folds. Your pussy welcomed him in, tightening down on his veiny length.

You felt like screaming. One second you had been utterly convinced, that despite everything— Yoongi was the man of your dreams. Part of you wish you hadn’t seen what you had, loving Yoongi felt so right. But it was wrong. Everything about him was wrong.

"God I could never get tired of fucking you. My sweet sweet princess, take me so fucking well...look at you” Your eyes were glued shut, tears rolling down your cheeks as frustration boiled within you. You were miserable. Anytime you felt like you were so close to a win, your fantasy came shattering down. You were tired—exhausted from being a puppet. Of playing by everyone else's rules.

“I’m gonna cum princess…So perfect…this fucking cunt was made for me” Yoongi groaned, gripping your throat as he railed you into the wall, face buried in your chest. “Gonna fuck you like this…just like this…fuck you’re mine now…bet Jimin could never give it to you as good as me hm? You like it princess? You like my big cock deep in your sweet little cunt?”

Coming back to reality you blinked at him, your arousal far gone but Yoongi was on the edge of nirvana.

“Yes sir. Want it so bad. Want your big cock” You whined out half heartedly, holding your breath as you felt Yoongi’s length twitching inside you as he came, a large load of his seed spilling out from inside of you.

He took a moment to catch his breath, cradling your limp body against him. He kissed your forehead, hugging you tight before lifting you into his arms and carrying you inside.

-

Yoongi combed his fingers through your hair, enjoying the sunrise as you slept soundly on his chest. You stirred slightly. He swore you looked the cutest when you were like this, unconscious, asleep, unaware of the world around you.

He kissed your head, a squeeze in his heart as he was reminded of the victory in his hands—he finally had you. You wanted him, and you would soon be his wife. Everything was finally falling into place. There was just one thing left to do.

He reached onto the bedside table, pressing an intercom button “Get me Namjoon”

He glanced at you one final time, your lips parted, drooling slightly as you slept. A rush came over him. You looked so soft— so fuckable. Carefully he pushed you onto your back, being sure not to wake you.

Grabbing handfulls of your breasts, he groaned into your stomach, kissing you everywhere he could. Crawling up your body, he grabbed his heavy cock, stroking it slowly as he admired your shut eyes.

He gently smacked his length against your lips, smirking as you began to hum in discomfort. Pushing your breasts together, he then nudged his cock through the tight opening, so warm and tight.

A small buzz resonated through the room as Namjoon entered. Yoongi sighed. He would have to finish up later.

Namjoon made a face, seeing the way Yoongi hovered over you while you were clearly asleep.

“Yoongi what the hell, get off of her” Namjoon clenched his fist. The gangster laughed, sliding out of the bed. He pulled on a pair of sweats before approaching Namjoon and slapping him hard across the cheek.

“Know your place. I control your future, don’t fucking forget that” Yoongi glanced back at you, blanket barely covering your body any longer “Isn’t she just a gem” He licked his lips. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Make sure she doesn’t go into the basement”

Namjoon nodded, suppressing a scowl. He waited for Yoongi to leave before taking a seat at the foot of the bed. Gently, he tapped your shoulder, hoping to wake you up.

“No” You mumbled, burying your face into the pillow. Namjoon cooed internally, smiling at you frustration “Five more minutes” Playfully he laid down next to you, maintaining space as he continued to poke your shoulder. You groaned. “I’m so hungover” You whined, “Everything hurts”

Finally opening your eyes, your heart pulsed as you woke up to Namjoon's adoring gaze. You noticed a red patch on his cheek, lifting your palm to stroke the tender skin. "Did he hit you?"

He shook his head, faking a smile “No! Of course not. Yoongi is going to be out for a few hours. If you want I can make you some breakfast?”

“Okay. I’ll come down in a bit, thanks”

Grabbing a shirt from Yoongi’s closet, you headed out onto the balcony. The view was magnificent. On one side was the ocean, lined with rocky shoreline that blended into majestic greenery. Mountains every which way. You certainly wouldn’t mind being trapped here for your entire life. Pulling out the burner that Taehyung had given you, you dialed him, humming impatiently as the call rang.

“I’m right here baby” You shut the phone rapidly, turning to see Taehyung perched up on the railing, one foot dangling while the other twirled his revolver around his pinky finger. No longer in suit and tie, Taehyung had returned to his leather jacket, hair swept back allowing for a clear view of his angelic face.

He winked at you, hopping onto the balcony. He tossed you a pack of cigarettes and waited as you brought one to your lips before he lit it with his lighter. Once you had taken a puff he smiled, leaning back.

“Didn’t take long huh? I’m honestly surprised. I thought I knew you pretty well. The possessive stalker type doesn’t really suit you”

You rolled your eyes “I don’t think there’s anything that bad about him stalking me. He didn’t hurt anyone. Jin did”

Taehyung burst out laughing “Oh my god. You just saw him murder one of his men in his own home. I told you already Y/n, nothing that’s happened to you has been a coincidence. Why the fuck you think you’ve never had a long term relationship till now huh? Where did all the one night stands go? Never calling you back.” He scoffed “You should take a tour of that basement of his. You will be quite shocked at what you find”

“But he loves me” You inhaled the burning ash of the cigarette “He really does. I get that he’s unconventional but…am I really that different with what I did to Jimin?”

Taehyung gave you an incredulous look, “Yeah. It’s different because you actually didn’t hurt anyone. It’s different because you didn’t go to the extent of renting every apartment in the city so that he could have you near him. It really fucking different”

“I gave my life to Jimin though. I followed him from show to show. I came to work here just because I heard he would be coming…I'm just like Yoongi that way...I’m just as bad” You sighed, tapping the cigarette against the railing and watching as the ashes floated into the calm wind. “I guess this is karma”

Taehyung took your cigarette and tossed it over the rail. “Y/n look at me” He grabbed your shoulders, shaking you slightly “You did not deserve any of this. Okay. When it’s all said and done, if you don’t want to be with Jimin then you don’t have to.”

“He’ll just blackmail me again”

Taehyung’s jaw clenched “If he does that you just tell me, I’ll take care of it. Y/n, I owe you an apology. I used you. Over and over again for my own selfish needs and I—“ You pressed your lips against him, arms sliding around his neck to pull your bodies as close together as you could. Taehyung stumbled back, but caught your hips before kissing you back with equal force.

You had forgotten how sweet Taehyung tasted, his minty breath almost addictive as you pushed your tongue against his, not wanting to break away. His hands wandered over your body, grabbing at each others clothes and tugging them off, without leaving your lips for too long. His eyes were half lidded, caught up in the frantic desire that you shared.

You pulled him into the room, pushing him onto the bed, fully undressed.

“Please sit on my face” The gangster looked at you with blasted eyes, pleading to have a taste of your sweet juices. You smirked, crawling up his body until he had you where he wanted, hands gripping your ass tightly as you spread your thighs open wide.

You grasped the silk sheets beneath your hands, biting down your lip as Taehyung began to kiss your throbbing clit, his actions slow—sensual. Like he wanted you to really feel each and every move he made.

You bucked your hips down as he nibbled on you playfully, tasting you getting wetter by the second. He smacked your ass— making you let out a sharp yelp as your pussy clenched around nothing.

“How do you taste so fucking good” He let the tip of his tongue flicker at your clit, eager to tease you but his own cravings were becoming too much to bear. "So fucking wet..."

"It makes me so mad" He pushed his tongue inside you, lapping up your juices as you trembled above him. "...when Yoongi has you on his knees for him, using you like a toy. That really what you want baby? You wanna be tied up and used?" He pulled your hips, suffocating himself in between your legs "It fucking pisses me off...you deserve to be worshipped"

"This body deserves to be worshipped. You're a goddess" He pulled you down, kicking off his jeans so that you hovered above his cock. Softly he cupped your jaw, allowing you to lower yourself flat against him, lips melting into his.

His fingers gripped your ass firmly, pushing your hips against his. "Yoongi won't worship you...you know that right? He only worships himself."

"He does..." You groaned as Taehyung entered you slowly, his big cock filling you to the brim, stretching your walls as burning desire seeped through you.

"No he doesn't" Taehyung eased you up off of his length, watching the way your sticky arousal dripped all over him before pulling you back down. "You know he doesn't, or you wouldn't have called me. You wouldn't be letting me fuck your pretty little cunt either"

You were at a loss for words, instead you reveled in the sound of skin slapping as Taehyung bounced you at an agonizingly slow pace, up and down his long cock. He swallowed your sighs, his long fingers caressing your ass, pushing you down, deeper and deeper.

"There's a small disc. That’s where he keeps everything, his assets, his money, all the account information." His lips hurriedly moved to your neck, nibbling your ear as you gasped. "Find it. Jimin's gonna have Yoongi arrested. Everyone thinks I'm dead. Only you and Jimin know I'm alive. I'll take over Death Valley without anyone even realizing it"

You rolled your hips, wanting to feel every inch of him as his hands found your breasts. He pinched your nipples between his fingers, rolling them as he watched you moan out curses.

"You and Jimin can leave the gang safely. I'll make sure no harm comes to either of you. Name your price...just do this for me and it'll all be over"

You chuckled, kissing him roughly "Is that what you think I want? To run off into the sunset with Jimin?"

"Yeah" He rolled you over onto your back, hovering over you as he continued to nibble at your lips "I know that's what you want" You kicked your legs around his waist as he began to grind into you, thrusts becoming quicker. "I know everything about you baby, or did you forget?"

"And what about Namjoon? What will you do to him? Promise me he'll be safe too. If you do, I'll do what you say."

Taehyung kissed you firmly "I'll take good care of your little puppy, don't worry" He pulled your legs over his shoulders, fucking into you sloppily. With every sharp thrust you cried out for him, arching you back as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your high. "He can continue fighting for me"

"No. Let him go." Taehyung licked his finger, trailing down your chest before pinching your clit. "Get him--ohhh fuck" Your pussy clenched down as he began to rub his thumb against the tingling nerves "Get him a record deal."

"Anything you want baby. Anything you want"

-

You carefully crept down the basement stairs, making sure Namjoon was nowhere to be seen. There was a lock on the door. You groaned in frustration, battering your brain to try to think of what Yoongi could have kept as a passcode.

You tried your birthday. Nope. You tried Jimin's birthday. Definitely not.

You sighed. Think. Think. Think like Yoongi. Then it hit you, the day you met him. It was the same day Jimin gave you his jacket, you had that date memorized in your soul. Rapidly you punched in the code and the lock clicked open.

Pushing through the door, your breath escaped you. Along the walls there were monitors everywhere, showing various streams of security footage. So this is what Taehyung was talking about. Piles of boxes were stacked in the corner. As you ventured further, your heart stopped as you saw a body lying in the middle of the concrete floor.

It was Jimin, barely conscious with blood all over his forehead, making you shudder at the thought of where the bruises must have come from.

"Shit. Shit." You shook Jimin's shoulders, cupping his cheek in an effort to wake him up. "Jimin...fuck. Stay with me”

He coughed out, blood mixed with his saliva. He couldn't say a word, all he could feel was pain. You buried your face into his chest.

"I hate you" You mumbled, sobbing into his blood stained shirt "I hate you so much, fuck, please be okay”

“Y/n…” Your heart ached at how weak Jimin’s voice sounded. It was easy for you to say Jimin meant nothing to you, but you couldn't deny the way your heart trembled in his presence.

He was a disease, and you weren't sure you wanted to be healed. He plagued your mind and you wanted him to. He pushed your buttons, pissed you off, had you fuming but he adored you. And you adored him more.

Perhaps Taehyung was right. Perhaps he really was what you wanted all along. “I’m gonna get you out okay just hang in there” You pat his face, trying to keep his eyes open “Jimin. Don’t you fucking die on me”

A serene smile spread across his lips. You had an urge to kiss him all of a sudden but the sound of the basement door unlocking caused you to jump up with a start. Shit. You turned to the monitors, finding a box to hide behind.

You held your breath, eyes clenched shut as you heard the sound of Yoongi’s voice.

-

Pain pounded through Jimin’s head as he slowly let his eyes flutter open. He was sprawled on the floor, unable to recognize exactly where he was, but his blurry vision managed to focus in on Yoongi who stood, towering over him with a cruel smile. There was another man with him, but Jimin couldn't tell who it was.

“Look he’s finally awake!” Yoongi chuckled, crouching down as he kicked Jimin in the chest lightly “Morning brat. You really thought any of my men would betray me for you?”

Jimin recalled seeing your face. He wasn't sure if he had been dreaming, but he needed to know “Y/n...is she okay?”

“Oh give up Jimin." Yoongi cackled, pacing around the injured rockstar "You lost. She doesn’t want you. She wants me. Even though she had the chance to be with her idol, live out her every dream and fantasy, even she realized how rotten you were and picked me. Because it’s always been me you fucktard. Anything good in your life exists because of me. You didn’t deserve your success, I did. I wrote your songs. I made your music. I did all the work. You were, and still are, nothing.”

Jimin couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had never thought Yoongi felt so much hatred for him. Yoongi had always cared about him, hadn't he? The person he really was behind the fame and the glory, behind the thick layers of security that sheltered him all his life. Jimin had looked up to Yoongi like a God.

But seeing the menacing look in his eyes now, Jimin accepted the reality he was too naive to realize before. Yoongi was spiteful. But he would be damned if he would let you get caught up in something dangerous just because Yoongi had a point to prove.

When Jimin had found Taehyung, he was initially furious. But other than Yoongi, Taehyung was the only friend he had. He could have killed him, just like he could have killed Yoongi, but he didn't have the heart too. Which is why he insisted that Taehyung take his help, sending Yoongi to jail. He was more than willing to relinquish power. All he needed now was you, nothing else mattered.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe she doesn’t love me. But at least I love her. You…you don’t”

“You don’t know anything about me”

“You raped her.” Jimin cut him off, shaking in fury. Find whatever strength he could, he lunged at Yoongi, shoving him hard against the wall. He pressed his elbow into his neck, watching as Yoongi choked out desperately. "I remember that night Yoongi. I remember what you did"

For so long he had tried to deny it to himself, to come up with some sort of an excuse for what he had seen. Remembering how confidently Yoongi had brushed it off to him at the time, don’t meddle in things you don’t understand. This is just how things are.

He felt sick to the core for weeks after, not just because he recognized you as the fangirl who caught his attention, but more because of how helpless he had been, too much of a coward to stop something so blatantly wrong.

Here Yoongi had handed him a syringe that night take this and just forget what you saw. And he spiraled from there. Into a dark, suffocating place of self-pity. A place where Yoongi had abandoned him long before he realized.

“Is this why you did it huh? To stroke your fucking inferiority complex? You saw I like a girl and you go ahead and drug her? Force yourself on her??” Jimin cringed, heart pounding with anger.

He couldn’t hold back anymore, he punched Yoongi with every ounce of his strength, watching as blood appeared on the side of his face. He pummeled him with hits, wanting Yoongi to suffer for the pain he caused you.

“You’re pathetic. You disgust me”

The bulky man by Yoongi’s side roughly yanked Jimin off of him, tossing him back onto the ground. He kicked him in the gut, sending him across the floor.

“Couldn't you have done that before? Fucking useless I swear” Yoongi nodded, wiping the blood from his face “Tie him up. Then take the back entrance out. Y/n can’t know you’re here”

-

Namjoon strolled through the hallway, thinking to come ask you if you wanted to play cards with him again, or perhaps watch a movie while you waited for Yoongi to come back. He hated that you had to be holled up at home like this, when he knew you’d much rather be out and about.

As he approached the master bedroom, he heard whimpering cries bleed through the walls, and once his brain processed it he began to pound against the locked door. When you didn’t respond, he quickly kicked open the door and there you were— limp on the floor in a puddle of tears. Face buried in your palms.

“What happened?” Without a second thought he dropped to his knees, pulling your head into his chest, embracing you as he tried to absorb away your sorrows.

“N..nothing sorry I just..” You sniffled. Namjoon squeezed your hands. His warmth comforting you just barely. “I just...I'm an idiot”

He shushed you, tilting your face up “Don’t say that. You’re not.” He whispered, pulling you into a soft embrace “Shit.” He was at a loss for words, not knowing how to comfort you in a situation like this.

You looked at the sweet boy in front of you, with no ulterior motive in mind than to simply ensure that your heart was okay. “I need to tell you something”

“Of course, anything.”

You came clean. Professed everything— what you had seen, what you had heard, you unraveled into a mess before his eyes. Namjoon’s jaw clenched when you revealed what Jimin had accused Yoongi of.

He pulled you towards him so that you were seated between his thighs, as he curled over you, chest pressed to your back. He hugged you tightly, wanting to take all your pain into his own body.

“You're strong. So strong. Okay?” Namjoon whispered, nuzzling into your shoulder "I know you really loved Yoongi. I'm...sorry" You covered his arms that were wrapped around your stomach.

"I just..." Your breath was shaky "I feel completely out of control. Like my life was just molded by Yoongi. I'm nothing but a win for him. A self-gratifying prize. Where's my win?"

His breath was hot against your cheek. You could feel his compassionate eyes absorb every word you said "You're gonna win this. Find the disc. I'll keep an eye out for Yoongi. He won't get away with what he's done"

You turned to look at him, there was a touch of innocence in his eyes. "Yeah. He won't"

F L A S H B A C K—

Y/n, I have to step out. I’ll be back soon baby, and I’ll grab you something to wear for tomorrow. Text me if you need anything!

Jimin followed Hobi out into the hallway, expression turning serious right as the door shut behind him. "Well is he alive?"

“Yeah. Barely. They transferred him to the psych ward. He didn’t get burned luckily, but the bullet wound caused internal bleeding. I can take you to go see him if you want”

Jimin gnawed his lip in worry “No. I’ll go alone. You work on what we discussed earlier”

He hated hospitals. The disgusting scent of rubbing alcohol and pudding filled the dreary building as he found Jin’s room.

Upon seeing Jimin, Jin smiled widely “Oh good! Did you bring me any coke?” He attempted to sit up but his forearms were belted down firmly.

Jimin looked around carefully before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small ziplock bag. He emptied its contents onto his palm, making his way to Jin’s bedside and allowing the injured man to inhale it off of him.

Jin let out a satisfied groan as he relished in the high. Jimin wiped his face with a tissue, tossing it into the trash. Seeing Jin had him feeling sick— sick with guilt. He had made him this way, exploited his personality for his own gains. It used to make him feel powerful but now all he felt was regret.

“We got your reports back Mr. Kim” Jimin turned to see a nurse. “You’re going to need to go to rehab. The doctors were able to get you stabilized and remove the bullet, but it was a pretty pricey procedure. Unfortunately, your health insurance is—“

“Charge everything to me. All of it. I want him sent to the best facility in the world.” Jimin interrupted, “I just really need him to be released by tomorrow. It’s extremely urgent. Do whatever you have to, I’ll pay double...triple...whatever it takes. Fix him.” He handed the nurse his card.

The nurse gave him a suspicious look but nodded nevertheless “Okay sir, we’ll see what we can do”

“Thank you” Jimin turned back to Jin.

“You don’t need to do that man, I just need more drugs—“

“No. You need help. You have for a long time. I should have sent you to rehab years ago, but my selfish ass needed someone in the police force.” He sighed “The plan is still on Jin. Arrest Yoongi for Taehyung’s murder. You get a big win, close the case, shut down Death Valley, and we get to all walk away clean. All of us”

-

Yoongi returned, drunk out of his mind. Not having Taehyung or Hobi around to take care of business made it exhausting for him. Not to mention, it was only a matter of time before the label would have to release some sort of statement explaining all of Jimin’s cancelled performances.

Stumbling into his office, he landed with a thud onto his leather chair. Aimlessly he twirled around, gliding his fingers over the edge of his desk. Turning the chair around, he pulled out a small drawer, in which there was a simple wooden box.

When he opened the lid, his blood ran cold. It was empty.

Quickly he ran to the basement, ignoring Jimin’s tied up body to check his monitors. Going to his office footage his fists trembled in fury as he saw you, slipping the disc into your pocket.

Grabbing his gun, he ran back upstairs, breaking out onto the patio just in time to see Namjoon on a motorcycle— one he bought with his money no doubt, and you, hopping on behind him. As fast as he could Yoongi jumped into his car and began to chase after you.

The alcohol had him drifting. One hand on the wheel, he pressed on the gas, attempting to catch up but Namjoon was agile. He followed you onto the highway, elbow on the windowsill, shooting towards you two. Bullets ricocheting as he got closer and closer.

“Y/n, get on my lap!” Namjoon yelled over the roaring sounds of the engine “Get on my lap and shoot his tires, my gun is in my pocket."

Letting one handle go, Namjoon steadied your waist, allowing you to swing over onto his lap, chest pressed firmly against his. He watched the road over the crook of your neck while you reached for his gun, hugging him for stability as you shot at Yoongi’s tires.

“I can’t fucking aim” You screamed in frustration. You could feel Namjoon’s chest vibrate as he chuckled softly. For a moment he turned his face to see you, brows furrowed as you tried to shoot at Yoongi.

God if he didn’t know he loved you before, he definitely knew now.

“Just keep a firm grip, aim a little higher than where you want the bullet to go” Namjoon returned his eyes to the road. A loud screech was heard as one of Yoongi’s bullets pierced through the engine. Namjoon quickly grabbed you, jumping off the bike as it burst into flames.

Yoongi halted the car, seeing you and Namjoon roll onto the side of the highway. Stepping out he had his gun aimed for Namjoon. “Y/n give me the disc or he dies”

You glanced at him worridly but he shook his head “Don’t Y/n…” Yoongi pulled the trigger, the bullet just missing Namjoon’s face as you quickly pulled him aside.

A wave of relief swept over you as you heard sirens blaring in the distance. “Drop the weapon, hands where I can see them” Your eyes widened as you recognized the voice. Straining to sit up, you are shocked to see Jin, gun aimed at Yoongi in one hand and a pair of handcuffs in the other “Min Yoongi you are under arrest for the murder of Kim Taehyung. You have the right to remain silent” Yoongi dropped the gun as Jin went behind him, locking his wrists up in cuffs.

Namjoon helped you stand up and you hugged him tightly. After tossing Yoongi into the car Jin came back out.

“I’m so sorry” He looked at you dead in the eye “You’re safe now” He smiled at you. Tears welled in your eyes as you ran up to him and jumped into his arms.

“You’re alive” You exhaled, squeezing the broad man who hugged you back. He nodded, wiping your tears.

“I am…” He glanced at Namjoon, giving him an appreciative nod before heading back into the car.

-

The two of you drove Yoongi’s car back to the villa. You had called Taehyung, informing him that you had the disc and he could come get it from you. You sat in Yoongi’s leather office chair, kicking your legs onto his desk.

“Damn. You’ve practically become one of us” Taehyung chuckled, leaning against the doorway “Where’s the disc?”

You raised your arm, the disc twirling between your two fingers. Taehyung began to walk towards you, leaning over the desk to grab it before you snapped it in half.

His expression hardened “What the fuck Y/n?”

“I have another copy” You mused, “But only I know where it is” You sighed teasingly, placing both hands on the desk “I guess the only way you can access any of that information is through me”

Taehyung scoffed, blinking at you as if he was waiting for you to tell him you were joking. When he realized you weren’t, he burst out laughing.

“Death Valley is mine” You stated “You can run things, do as you please, but you answer to me. If you don’t cooperate, well, I guess you just won’t get Death Valley”

“I could just kill you, you know”

You chuckled “No. You won’t…You don’t have the balls to get your hands dirty”

“And you do?” Taehyung raised his eyebrows.

“Well…I know someone who does. Taehyung, meet my right hand” You motioned towards the end of the room where Jungkook stood, biting back a laugh.

Taehyung scowled “The fuck is this huh? You're playing in the big leagues now?”

Jungkook shrugged, sitting down on one of the couches “Don’t ask me…she’s the boss”

-

Jimin woke up with a start, his body not recognizing the softness beneath him as opposed to the cold concrete floors of Yoongi’s basement. He peered around, vision blurry until it landed on you, sitting at the foot of the bed, and Namjoon waiting patiently at the door. You stroked his cheek affectionately.

“Hey babe” You smiled, leaning in to give him a light kiss “How are you feeling?”

“What happened? Did it work? Is Yoongi in jail?” You nodded your head. Jimin sighed with relief, reaching for your hands so that he could kiss them. “Thank God. Is Taehyung okay?”

“Yup. Everything’s fine. You’re safe now. You don’t have to be caught up in any of this anymore” You glanced back at Namjoon “You’re free to do as you please”

Jimin sighed, placing your hands on his chest as he let his eyes flutter shut. Your gaze remained steady on Namjoon.

“I love you” Jimin mumbled “So much. And I’m so so sorry. I know I’ve been…horrible to you. And all of this…everything that happened to you is my fault. I swear to you Y/n, I’m done with the gang forever. Done with drugs. Unless…you want to do them…like I’d be down but”

You wanted to laugh, but the way Namjoon was looking at you had your words caught in your throat.

“Come on tour with me. Let’s run away and build a life together. You, me and music. I wanna be the man of your dreams... you already are the woman of mine..please. You know I'd do anything for you” Your breath escaped you. Namjoon rolled his tongue against his cheek in irritation. Swallowing thickly, you tightened your grip on Jimin’s hands.

“Get some rest Jimin…we can talk when you’re better” He hummed in agreement, and you knelt down to kiss him fondly. His hands slid up your back, pulling you into him as you cupped his jaw, pouring adoration through the touch of your lips.

Parting away, Jimin smiled wide before dozing off. You admired him for a moment, he really was the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on. It was the rough slam of the door behind you that caused you to realize that Namjoon had walked out.

“Joon” You went after him, finding him in your bedroom, with the biggest, most childish pout you’d ever seen.

“What was that?” He snapped “You're free to do as you please? You’re such a…” He stomped his foot in frustration.

“A what?” You grinned, walking up to him, enjoying the way he backed away from you until he tripped, falling back to sit on the mattress. You tilted his chin up. “Say it” You hissed.

Namjoon gulped, watching as you hiked up the skirt of your dress, revealing a tight lace garter with a gun hooked against it. Pulling out the weapon you traced it against his parted lips before shoving the barrel into his mouth.

“What?” You coo’d, pushing him onto his back as you crawled over his body “Loss for words?” You shoved the gun in deeper causing Namjoon to gag, hands coming up to cover yours around it.

You tossed the gun aside, spitting down into Namjoon’s trembling lips. Taking his hands in yours you pushed them above his head. “Don’t move” You ordered, as you climbed off of him, rummaging in the drawers until you found the collar Yoongi had given you. Using the leather restraint, you tied his wrists together.

Seating yourself on his lower abs, you peeled off your panties, tossing them aside as Namjoon watched with wide eyes. Licking your fingers you plunged them into your cunt, making sure to give Namjoon a front row view.

“Y/n…” He whined “I can’t do this” He kicked his feet impatiently. You slapped his thigh, making him yelp softly.

“You wanna taste?” You empathized. He nodded rapidly, sticking his tongue out as you removed your finger, drawing it closer and closer to his tongue…only to bring it back, circling your clit slowly.

“I hate you” He groaned, tilting his head back in defeat as you worked yourself off.

“You hate me?” You reasoned, voice sultry, tempting. Watching his face, you rapidly let your finger press down on the nerves until your hips twitched, causing you to brush barely against Namjoon’s desperate bulge. He cried out in irritation, tugging at his wrists. “If you don’t tell me what you want how would I know?”

“You do know” Namjoon growled. He panted furiously, kicking and squirming, “You know and you’ve just been edging me for weeks. And I fucking can’t take it anymore. If you don’t want me just say so but stop torturing me”

You pursed your lips, halting your moments so that you could pull Namjoon’s pants down, seeing his rock hard length pop out. Sliding off of him, you pulled him to the edge of the bed, dropping to your knees.

“Look at you baby tsk tsk” His tip was flushed red, glossy with precum and so eager for your touch that you almost found it adorable. “Tell me what you want”

“Touch me” Namjoon pleaded, not caring that Jimin was only down the hall, “Want your mouth”

You licked your lips, allowing them to glide just barely over the base of his throbbing dick. You kissed the sensitive skin while Namjoon continue to whine and whimper.

“You’ve been so good” You carefully licked a stripe up his length, letting your tongue wrap around his tip before letting him go with a pop. “Such a good boy…patient…” Standing up, you wiped your lips as enjoyed the way the man below you was going insane for you. “But if you hate me then…I guess you don’t want this”

Namjoon screamed in desperation, tears budding at the corners of his eyes. “Y/n enough. Enough. I’ve put up with all of it. Okay. You’re fucking driving me crazy”

Climbing back over him, you pressed your lips against his neck, sucking down as he moaned. Sliding down your dress you reveal the sexiest leather lingerie he had ever seen. “Oh my god” He exhaled, mind dizzy with lust.

“You like it baby? Put it on just for you” You winked, rolling your hips so that his cock head barely brushed against your juicy folds. “I bet you wanna touch me don’t you. Wanna get your hands all over me, squeeze my tits…you want that so bad don’t you baby? My good boy”

Namjoon grunted, a tear rolling down his cheek as his cock twitched. You licked the tear off of his face kissing his lips hungrily as you pressed your chest against his.

“Take it off” He gasped “My wrists…let me go please I wanna touch you” You shook your head.

Then something snapped.

You weren’t sure what it was, the clasp on his wrists, or the look in his eyes that went from desperate and fucked out to straight rage.

Because the next thing you knew, Namjoon lifted you up easily, slamming you back down onto your back. You trembled, scared but so turned on at what you were witnessing. You had never seen him like this before.

“I’ve had enough” Namjoon snapped, pushing your legs as far apart as he could, ignoring when you began to wince out at the stretch. He jumped on top of you, using his own thighs to pin you down.

Smack, his hand slapped your pussy hard making you curse out in pain. “Hurts doesn’t it hm?” His fingers pushed up, tilting your head back as he hovered close to your face “You’re mine now”

With that he pushed his cock in with a hard thrust, not giving you a second to adjust before he was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow. He kissed you furiously, groaning into you as his fingers intertwined with yours above your head.

“You’re such a fucking slut.” Namjoon whispered against your chest as he began to kiss his way down to suckle your tits “Letting everyone fuck you how they please. Just a fucking useless whore, that’s what you are” He chuckled, licking your hardened numbs playfully as his hips continued to roll against yours. “Deep down you wanted me too. Wanted my big cock to fill you up, didn’t you huh? Desperate fucking slut.”

You couldn’t respond, too overwhelmed by pleasure as he hit you deep right where you liked it. Namjoon didn’t like this at all, prompting him to give you another tight slap.

“I asked you a fucking question didn’t I? Or are you too much of a dumb whore, dumb for cock…that’s all you fucking think about isn’t it?”

“Namjoon” You gasped, arching your back so he could push even deeper, relishing in the way his length dragged so right against your clenching walls “Oh fuck…right there…right there”

Namjoon scoffed, letting go of your hands so he could tug your hair down “Look at me.” He barked, nose brushing against yours. You met his gaze, goosebumps spreading at the fire in his eyes.

“I love you” He pressed his forehead against you, and you could feel the sweat from his skin as he thrusts began to get sloppy “I love you so fucking much. You’re a filthy little bitch but you’re mine. Do you understand that?”

All you could see was red as your high approached you. Namjoon could hear it in the way you moaned his name desperately, nails scratching down against his back as he pistoned into you over and over.

“Cum for me baby” Namjoon hissed, smacking you one last time “And I wanna hear you scream my name. Loud enough for all of them to hear”

“Namjoon…Namjoon…fuck I’m gonna cum—oh God” You screamed loudly, latching onto him as your body erupted with pleasure, heat soaring through every vein. You creamed down on him, and he watched as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out.

Namjoon grinned, cock twitching at your fucked out face as he rode you through your orgasm. Deep down he was shocked he lasted this long.

“Baby…baby…” You panted, body shaking as you came down from your high “It hurts”

“Take it you fucking whore. I know you can. So fucking tight for me…gonna fill you up so good.” Namjoon’s pace quickened as he felt his own high approaching “Mmmfph fuck…fuck baby I—“ He gasped loudly as his seed flooded your pulsing walls. He fell over you, panting as his cock spurt out more and more.

He didn’t move, opting instead to nuzzle into your neck as you stroked his hair, lightly kissing his forehead.

“Sorry” He mumbled quietly after a while, “I sorta just lost it”

You giggled, pulling his face up to you “Namjoon…”

“Yeah?”

“Get on your fucking knees”

M O N T H S L A T E R—

Yoongi stared at the blank wall of his jail cell, bouncing a ball against it. There were scratched of tick marks, counting the days until his plan would go into action. He had anticipated everything, it was only a matter of time. People were dogs, and he knew just go to bend them to his will.

Fire alarms shot off in the distance. Chaos broke out, a guard unlocked his cell door, yanking him out and slapping on a pair of handcuffs. They pushed him along, following the other inmates he looked around with a sinister smile.

One guard grabbed Yoongi by the hair, dragging him away and tossing him into a car, a black Cadillac.

Yoongi chuckled, louder and louder until he was laughing like a maniac. He was energetic, felt more alive than ever before.

“Thanks for playing along. You should be getting the money in a few hours…I guess what they say about you is true” Yoongi chuckled as the car sped away from the prison, "Street rat”

Glancing into the rearview mirror, he sees a glimpse of an eyebrow piercing and a familiar, glimmering smirk.

Suddenly he felt the cool press of a gun against the back of his head. His heart dropped, as he looked in the side mirror to see.

It was a familiar gun, something he had custom made.

"Relax...it's just me my love"

T H E E N D.

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a/n: WOOOHOOO there it is! thank you all so much for sticking with me for this insane ride. let me know your thoughts & feedback. this was something new and super fun for me to write, and i hope to write more (better) thrillers in the future :)

this ending is up to interpretation. there are different ways you can think about what happens next. id be interested in hearing what you guys think happens tho ;) was the gun loaded? was oc screwing everyone all along? who should she end up with?

eventually ill be releasing a sort of ~epilogue~ based the original ending i had come up with but you're free to interpret reader's future as you would like to! (im so sorry team hobi lmfaooo)

shoutout to switch!namjoon anon <3 you inspired most of this part lmfaooooo. i hope i did it justice :)

also i wanna apologize for how late this was. i psyched myself out super bad. always thinking like...well it could be better...and yeah. it could. but well. here it is lmao. not my best but i tried lol

if you have any requests for scenarios/drabbles in this au, questions for the characters, questions about the plot, drop by my asks. i love your feedback & reactions <3

thank you for reading & have a great day!

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death valley (m) | part 11 (dark version)

summary: a summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, namjoon x reader, slight taehyung x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au

wordcount: 9.1k

warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes. rough sex, possessive & obsessive behaviors, sublime yandere themes, edging, penetrative sex, face riding, oral sex, degradation, manipulation, dumbification (kinda), gaslighting, edging oh god edging, dirty talk. lots of it, confessions of love, verydom!yoongi, breast play, no like, yoongi suffocates himself in your tits, choking, spanking, hair pulling, praise, sir kink, petnames (princess, love), groping, inappropriate touching, discussions of past somno referred to as rape, sub!namjoon, nudity, violence, drug & alcohol usage, mentions of addiction, description of a mental facility (brief), crying, fear, im weak for this yoongi and it shows, the smut is towards the end but its worth it !!

a/n: starts trembling nervously.

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | series navi | masterlist |

There’s a certain type of silence that is incredibly loud. The type when your head is under water, lungs clenching to the point you can hear the intense pounding in your heart. The blood pumping through your veins. The voices in your head would scream, but everything would remain still. Silent.

It was this silence that was so prominent as you looked out beneath you. The fleeting landscapes of a world you no longer knew. Ignoring the growling whir of the helicopter blades, you let your eyes fall shut, ears covered as you tried to steady yourself. Trying to revel in the temporary peace, before heading back to the place it all began. Death Valley.

The relief you felt seeing the dive bar so utterly destroyed was ironic. It was a similar feeling to earlier that morning when you had recognized the shadow of a dead man in your motel room. Taehyung.

Alive and well, he had grinned upon seeing you. Thumb brushing up your jaw as if to ensure you were real. Pressing his forehead against yours to savor the anxious beat of your heart.

A careful glance back at Namjoon’s sleeping figure caused his grip on your face to tighten, “Don’t worry. I took care of him, he won’t be bothering us for” He glanced at his watch—that fucking watch. “A good two or three hours”

The brief moment of ease was gone as soon as it came, as you noticed the deceitful glint in his eyes. He broke out into a fit of giggles, a crashing reminder of just how twisted he really was.

“There’s a helicopter outside waiting. It's about damn time you knew the truth. All the answers you’ve been looking for”—Was the promise he had made, causing you to follow him to place you never wanted to see again.

He lifted you out of the helicopter, hands lingering at your hips a moment too long before he led you inside. Pushing past the burnt ashes he led you behind the bar, into the kitchen storage room. This room was heavily guarded—a door of steel. Taehyung dialed in the key code, allowing it to click open.

Inside was an array of security monitors. It was nothing extravagant—expected as a security protocol in a bar. Until your eyes narrowed on the locations of the streams. Your apartment. Your office. The label. Taehyung’s fingers slid over the keypad, pulling up a file dated many years ago. The date—the first time you met Yoongi. The day Jimin gave you his jacket.

“Can you tell me what happened on this night, Y/n?”

Taehyung leaned close to your face, peering at you. You searched his face, trying to figure out where he was going with this. “You hooked up with Yoongi, correct? After Jimin's concert”

Your mouth felt dry as you tried to think back while Taehyung continued “I’m just wondering...If that’s what really happened or if that’s what you were told happened” Taehyung clicked on the file, a high pitched cluster of giggles falling from his sly, crooked lips.

F L A S H B A C K—

Footsteps echoed flatly against the dim concrete. A subtle blue aura to the iron clad warehouse gym. Leaning against the elastic rims of a tattered boxing ring, a man finished wrapping his wrists up, ready to spar.

“What do you want?” The man looked around, spotting the intruder whose deep voice bellowed through the space.

Finishing wrapping his wrists, Yoongi grinned. “Took you long enough. Is she safe?”

Namjoon folded his hands over his chest, huffing slightly as he nodded. “Is what Jin said true Yoongi? Because if it is…I want nothing to do with you.”

“Do I need to remind you what’s at stake for you Namjoon?” Yoongi laughed bitterly, spitting down onto the floor, “If I go, not only do you not become a star, but Park Jimin gets to live happily ever after. You don’t want that do you?”

Clenching his jaw, Namjoon hopped into the ring, pacing around as Yoongi continued to taunt him.

“That’s why you set all this in motion. That’s why you put my Y/n in danger. Because you wanted me to kill Jimin, didn’t you? You knew I would destroy him. But you needed me to do it sooner than later. And when things weren’t going your way. When Jimin interfered in your fight. You lost control. You gave Hobi that order didn’t you Namjoon?”

Namjoon looked down, gulping in shame. Yoongi’s eyes followed him in amusement. “I have to admit it’s clever. Cute almost.”

Namjoon snapped, lunging for the shorter man. He swung his fist into Yoongi’s jaw, causing him to stumble aside. “And what about you huh? Why did you drag this out so long? You could have had her”

Yoongi hissed, touching his now bruised jaw before shooting Namjoon a nasty glare. “If I killed him she would always love him you idiot. You wouldn’t understand the things someone is willing to do for true love”

“You’re insane”

“I was Namjoon” Yoongi admitted “I fully admit that I was. But right here and now, the only thing I care about is Y/n. I don’t give a fuck about the gang. I don’t give a fuck about Jimin. Or you. Or the label. I need her. She means everything to me. I don’t expect you to understand”

Namjoon suppressed a smile. From the corner of his eye he saw a shadow shuffling about in the dark. Yoongi had fallen right into his trap.

P R E S E N T D A Y—

Dust kicked up from your shoes as Taehyung led you back to the bar, coughing slightly as he rummaged through the cabinets, before pulling out a bottle of Scotch. Popping off the lid, he took a quick swig, grimacing at the taste before tilting the bottle towards you.

After showing you the footage, Taehyung broke you apart piece by piece. You wondered if it was some sort of torture tactic, the way he pounded you with information, pouring ideas into your mind like a flooded well. Forcing you to acknowledge Yoongi for what he really was. Dangerous.

“I thought you didn’t drink” You commented, arms folded over your chest.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, nudging the bottle towards you again “I know you’re sad Y/n. This will help.”

You stuck your tongue out at him before grabbing the bottle brashly and chugging a few large gulps. Exhaling, you set the bottle down, sliding into one of the barstools.

Taehyung walked over to your side, taking your hands in his own before pulling you into his chest. The heat radiating from his body engulfed you. His proximity making you stir, guiltily enjoying how your chest was pressed up against his. How his hands slipped under your shirt. How his breath misted over your neck before he pressed his lips behind your ear.

Sighing deeply, he began to run his fingers through your hair. “Jimin made a deal with Jin to help him bring down Death Valley in exchange for immunity. Jimin has been exploiting Jin for years.”

“Jin was working for Jimin? No way. Jin hurt Jimin. He caused the accident”

“Did he though?” Taehyung’s tone mocked you. “Think baby” His hands swept up and down your sides, caressing your skin before his thumbs slid under your pajamas, rolling over the edge of your panties.

You shut your eyes. Mind delirious as it raced through flashing scenes of the past. You initial confidence wavering, practically dust. You felt Taehyung smile, hand now creeping up your shirt, running his fingers over your chest.

“You know Jin didn’t cause the accident. He couldn’t have. And I think you know exactly who did” Taehyung leaned back, bringing his lips barely over yours. Eyes staring deep into your soul. He began to scent over your neck and shoulders. Nose trailing across your skin, leaving a path of sparks in its wake.

"Taehyung" You whined, suppressing the moan you so badly wanted to scream out. You could feel your pussy tightening as his voice vibrated through you.

"Fuck baby" He groaned, pulling you onto the counter suddenly. The bottle of liquor knocking over, shattering to pieces. Taehyung slotted himself between your thighs, catching your lips in an eager kiss.

Without a second thought, you began popping off the buttons of his shirt, deepening the kiss with the delicate swirl of your tongues. Taehyung's fingers curled into your hair, pulling you in. It was a heated exchange, born out of a strong desire to escape. You sank into the feeling of him. For a moment. Just a moment before you shook your head, pulling away. "No. I-I can't do this." Taehyung gulped, but nodded in understanding.

"Yeah. Of course. My bad"

You had finally settled on one man to have your heart. The man of your dreams. Sexy, mysterious, talented Min Yoongi. Sure he was dangerous. Sure he was possessive. But you loved him.

Or that’s what you thought, before Taehyung ripped your fantasy apart shred by shred. You were absolutely certain that he wanted something from you. He was trying to get into your head, but the question was why. What did he want now?

“There's a disc” He began slowly, fixing up his attire “I don’t know where it is. But if you can get close enough to Yoongi to find it...” You held your hand up, halting his words immediately.

“You expect me to go back to him?” You scoffed incredulously. “You want me to just act like I didn’t see what you just showed me and be all loving and pretty for Yoongi? Seriously? You’re a selfish motherfucker, that’s what you are. I’m not doing anything for you, and I want you to take me back to Namjoon right now.”

The mere idea of seeing Yoongi now made you want to throw up. Someone so sinister, so manipulative. You didn’t know if you were afraid of him, or afraid that you would toss it all aside and be okay with it. Love him despite his imperfections.

“The disc contains all the information about Death Valley. Account numbers, contacts, delivery points, shipping routes. All of it. We have this, we take Death Valley. Destroy Yoongi. In exchange, I’ll give you safety. You and Jimin both. You can walk away from the gang life untouched. I’ll even” Taehyung reached under the bar to pull out a stuffed bag. Setting it onto the cracked counter, he harshly unzipped it, revealing stacks of cash, neatly arrayed—filling the bag up to the brim. “Let you take a few of these”

The scent of the crisp bills was intoxicating. Seeing so much money up close had you dizzy, whether you wanted to admit it or not. You were at a loss for words. Utterly speechless.

F L A S H B A C K—

Jimin was left in a state of shock—watching as you jumped from the window, running off with Namjoon. His heart pounded through his body, a faint ringing in his ears as he tried to steady his balance.

“Finally” Jimin turned to see Yoongi, gun aimed in his direction, a violent grin on his face. “I should have done this a long time ago.”

“Yoongi” Jimin raised his hands in defense “Why are you doing this? You and I are friends. I know who you are now, but I’m not mad okay I just…I’m trying to understand here”

Yoongi scoffed, tossing the gun aside in a fit of rage before running up to Jimin and grabbing him by the collar, shoving him hard against the partially cracked window behind him. Jimin winced, feeling the sharp jolts of pain cutting through his back.

“Understand? Understand this then. I win. She’s mine. You’re biggest fan in the whole world Jimin. Think about that. Let that sink in” Yoongi slammed Jimin’s body again, digging his nails into his chest. “You spoilt. Ungrateful. Piece of shit. You’re nothing. I destroyed you. And you deserved every bit of it”

Jimin gulped, hands attempting to push Yoongi away. “If you have an issue with me, take it up with me. Don’t bring her into this.” Yoongi’s eyes flashed with anger, causing him to push Jimin down onto the floor with all of his strength.

“I love her” Yoongi hissed, grabbing his gun again as his whole body began to tremble. “I have loved her since the moment I saw her. She loves me too. Not you. She hates you. I hate you”

“No” Jimin stated calmly, backing away slowly “You don’t hate me Yoongi. And you don’t love Y/n”

Bullets rang as Jimin quickly rolled aside, hiding behind a fake palm as Yoongi began to shoot sporadically towards him. The gun ran out of bullets, causing him to scream in frustration.

“Don’t fucking tell me shit you don’t know. Of course I love her Jimin. You don’t know what all I’ve done for her.” He dropped to his knees “Everything. All of this. The money. The fame. Ruining you. Was all for her. She had to see who you really were”

Yoongi chuckled, rolling onto his back so Jimin could see the array of tattoos on his skin. Eyes narrowing on the one that had your name, beautifully carved out. Angelic, for the angel that was you. His flame. His queen. His everything. “She knows everything about me. And she’s okay with it. She really loves me Jimin. Not you! NOT YOU”

“When did you get that huh?” He stated blandly, voice void of any emotion. “Before…or after you raped her?”

Yoongi’s eyes were quivering. This time Jimin regained his strength, standing carefully so he could grab Yoongi by the throat.

“What?” Jimin chuckled softly, but his expression was far from amused. “Thought I wouldn’t remember? Thought all the heroin you gave me that night would make it a blur?” Yoongi’s eyes clenched shut. Recalling bitterly how Jimin had barged into the room, many years ago. Unsure of what he had seen, but furious. It had been the turning point of their relationship.

Yoongi hated having regrets. But if there was one thing he could undo. It would have been slipping those pills into your drink that night. He was naive then. You would have come to him naturally but he was too insecure to believe that. He changed. For you. You would forgive him right? He was the man of your dreams.

“I always thought…no.. I knew you were talented. I always felt like an imposter. I hated my fame. God knows I hated it. I wanted you to be happy Yoongi…you were family to me. I ignored what you did for so long, and I’ve hated myself for it deep down.”

Yoongi was well aware of all this. It was exactly how he had pushed Jimin down the dark road of drugs. Using his internal guilt, his naivety, and his blind faith in him to puppet the rockstar into his own demise. He created the monster before him. Composed him through pills. Money. Sex. Torture. Murder.

“And you’re telling me that, even knowing what you did. You chased after her? What right do you have to be in her life Yoongi.” Jimin tightened his grip, causing Yoongi to choke out “That’s not love Yoongi. You’re sick. You don’t love her. You don’t hate me. You wanna know what I think though?” Jimin let Yoongi go as his eyes began to roll back, body convulsing for air. “You hate yourself.”

Jimin glanced down the hall to see Hobi approaching. He grinned as Yoongi seemed to relax, seeing one of his own men here to save him.

“Hobi” Yoongi hissed, still coughing “Kill him” Hobi remained still, causing Yoongi to slowly fume with irritation “DID YOU NOT HEAR ME? I SAID KILL HIM NOW”

Jimin sighed, standing up and brushing off his jeans. With a quick nod to Hobi, the two men headed down the hall, leaving Yoongi, prisoner to his own vices.

Once in the car, Jimin let out a large sigh of relief “Did you see the look on his fucking face?” Jimin chuckled, “He was shocked”

Hobi smirked, glancing in the rearview mirror. His gaze locked on a pair of eyes— filled with cynical amusement as the man’s hand came from behind and covered Jimin’s face with a cloth of chloroform. Jimin squirmed, screaming out before instantly falling limp to the side.

“How was the look on his face hm?” An amused voice came from the back seat.

“Priceless” Hobi gave him an approving nod before starting the engine.

P R E S E N T D A Y—

Shimmering rays of the late morning sun filtered through, causing Namjoon to stir slightly. Reaching out, his brows furrowed at the lack of warmth. The warmth that was supposed to be you. His anxiety kicked in, causing him to jolt awake, scanning the room for you.

His shoulders relaxed when he saw you— wrapped up in your robe, looking like an utter goddess as you paced across the balcony, enjoying the slight breeze. A glass of water in your hands.

His heart fluttered. Stretching his neck, he slid out of bed, leaning against the door, admiring you until you finally noticed him. You were hardly far from him but he already missed you.

You were all he could think about when he fell asleep last night, the prospect of the two of you running away, fucking senselessly until the dawn ingrained deep in his soul. He wrapped his arms around you, allowing you to lean back into his embrace as he kissed all over your shoulder.

“How are you so fucking beautiful?” He mumbled, whining slightly “It’s not fair” You let him peck you on the cheek as the two of you looked out onto the horizon. The day beginning to glow over the expanse of forest that surrounded the motel.

He continued to nuzzle and cover you in light kisses, unable to pry himself away. You were soft in his arms, melting into him as he showered you with love. He loved that silence with you felt so comfortable.

“I got an idea for a song after last night” He nudged you, inhaling your scent as his kisses moved behind your ear, causing you to squirm against the ticklish sensation. “About you”

“Is that right?” You entertained him, glad he couldn’t see the lack of interest in your face. You were too shocked. Too conflicted. Mind bursting with emotions—one second you were angry, spiteful, then next you were sad, hurt, throbbing in pain.

“About us. Running away together. Escaping the pain to find happiness”

“Wow that’s really great Joon”

“Everything okay?” Namjoon turned you, scanning you with worry. You flashed him a fake smile, nodding. “Don’t lie to me” He sighed, hugging you in close.

Tears filled your eyes. In a moment of bitter resentment you grabbed Namjoon’s face and pressed your lips against his. The boy stumbled back before grabbing you, holding you gently as he kissed you back—evidently uncertain.

He looked delectable, his morning hair wiped and tangled, bare chest gleaming in the sunlight over his tight boxers that did little to hide his eagerness. You pursed your lips into a grin before untying your robe, allowing to slide to the very edge of your shoulders. Namjoon’s eyes widened, you were in nothing but underwear. A nice pair—the one you had put on for Yoongi no doubt.

Namjoon’s face was absolutely flushed. His hands trembling, heart pounding through his head “W-what was that for?” He stuttered. You cooed at how weak he was for you. It gave you a rush, knowing that amongst all this crazy, you had a strong, handsome man who was wrapped around your finger.

Keeping your eyes on him, you curled your fingers around the underside of your breasts, pushing them up, chuckling at the way Namjoon whined. He stepped towards you slowly, hands coming up to hover over your chest— careful not to touch you as he sought out permission.

“Do you want me?” He asked quietly, voice breathless, eyes quivering. “C-can I?” You stared at him, a devilish grin on your face as you taunted him. Not responding but instead watching the way his hands began to tremble. “Y/n” He whimpered, resting his hands just beneath your breasts as he pleaded for your consent. His thumbs traced the underside of your bra, urging you subtly. “Please”

“Such a good boy aren’t you.” You stroked his face, cooing affectionately as he pouted, “Good boys keep their hands” You slapped his wrists away “Off”

Namjoon groaned as you dropped to your knees. “W-wait. Why Y/n?” You shushed him, tugging down his boxers towards his knees, allowing for his long cock to spring up, hitting you softly against your face. “Y/n!” He cried, finally gaining your attention.

“This is what you want isn’t it?” You hissed, spitting onto his cock before rubbing the wet glob over his rough, veiny length. You could feel him pulse in your grasp, tugging languidly as he watched you with teary eyes.

“Stop” He cried “Please. You’re not telling me something. What about Yoongi?” Your eyes flashed. Suddenly your strokes picked up pace, causing Namjoon to wince as you pulled and pushed at his cock, generating heat under your slick palms. Your focus was gone— no longer on the whimpering boy in front of you but on the man who was ingrained into your skin. Yoongi.

Without warning you shoved Namjoon’s cock into your mouth, continuing to stroke him while bobbing your head back and forth against his pistoling length. Namjoon reached to grab your hair back but you slapped his ass hard when he did.

“Hands. Off.” You growled, continuing to wrap your tongue, tracing every inch of his eager cock. Hollowing your cheeks in order to feel him slide down even deeper. You were messy— gagging and gurgling as you slobbered all over his cock. Harshly lapping your tongue around as you sucked him off, allowing the tip of your tongue to tease his slit. Your palms fondled his balls slightly, eliciting a deep moan from him before you released his cock with a resounding pop, instead latching onto his balls and licking them all over.

“Oh my god” Namjoon was about to lose balance, reaching out to steady himself on your shoulder before recalling your warning. Stumbling back, your tongue returned to his length, slowly licking long stripes over the burning skin. You planted your lips onto him, tracing the sides of his cock with wet kisses. Allowing your moist lips to coat him in warm, wet, desire. “Mmm gonna cum”

You scoffed, his cocked flat on your tongue as you looked up at him. “Already? Are you really that pathetic Joon?” He shook his head rapidly, face reddening as he held his breath, trying his best not to burst all over your face. “Don’t you dare cum”

“Nnngh—” Namjoon wrapped his hand over his mouth, trying to hold his urges back. The thought alone was pushing him along— spraying his hot cum all over your pretty face. The though of you licking it off your lips before spitting it out. You stood up, brushing your knees slightly.

You hooked your fingers into the edge of your thong, dragging it down your legs before twirling them on the edge of your pinky, flaunting in front of Namjoon’s face. The boy shamelessly stuck his tongue out, hoping you would stuff his face but instead you pulled your hand back.

“You want these?” Namjoon nodded eagerly. “Then fetch” With a flick of your wrist, you tossed the panties back into the bedroom, following behind them. Namjoon began to move but you stopped him. “No—crawl. Bring them to me”

“Are you serious?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” You snapped right back, making yourself comfortable on the bed as Namjoon contemplated his existence.

Slowly he lowered onto all fours, his hand cock dangling beneath him as he crawled into the room, picking the panties up with his mouth, using his tongue to slurp them in before looking at you for approval.

When you gave him a nod, he began to crawl towards the bed, climbing up onto it until he was towering over your body. He relaxed his jaw, allowing the garment to fall—now covered in his saliva—onto your face. He looked at you with dark, lustful eyes.

“Happy?” Namjoon grumbled, embarrassed at his actions. You sent him air kisses, teasing him slightly.

“Very. You were such a good boy. Now tell me what you want” Namjoon mumbled something under his breath. You tilted your ears toward him, unable to understand. “What was that baby?”

He looked away, blushing furiously “I want you to sit on my f-face.” Embarrassment overtook him as he said the words, causing him to hide his face in your stomach. You cooed at him, stroking his hair slightly.

“Okay” Namjoon’s head perked up—turning to you, bewildered. “Go lie down”

“Wait really?” The excitement in his voice was adorable to you. You nodded as he eagerly flipped over, laying flat on his back.

“Ready?”

“Please” Namjoon couldn’t help himself, he pulled your hips down, suffocating himself with your creamy cunt. You stifled a laugh, feeling a brush of air as he inhaled you sharply. His tongue carefully licked a clean stripe up your folds. His soft hums vibrating against your thighs as he went again, and again. Like a puppy, licking you up like ice cream.

"You t-taste so good" Grabbing your ass, he pulled your face down more, allowing him to shove his tongue into your sopping heat, relishing your wetness as he explored you. Flicking harshly as he shoveled through your folds, drinking you up like nectar.

His whines drove you crazy, but not more than the squelching sounds of his tongue crashing against your tender flesh, poking around as his lips sucked you thoroughly. His speed was persistent, you could feel the hot heaviness of his muscle penetrating you with every move he made.

Breathing heavily, he moved so his lips could pucker over your sensitive clit, sucking harshly as you bucked your hips. "Fuck Joon..." You gasped, feeling him smile against you as his tongue lathered all over you, softly flicking at your clit.

"Cum" He pleaded "Please, God please cum on my face. That'd be so hot" You scoffed, but not for long as he gave you a hard suck, teeth lightly pressing into you. You gripped the sheets hard, trying not to fall as he continued to eat you out.

Your head was pounding, you felt heat build between your thighs, causing them to shake violently. You hissed, whimpers wanting to leave your lips but you held them back, eyes falling shut so you could bask in the feeling. You were so close. So close. "Namjoon...keep going, don't you fucking stop" Like the good boy he was, he licked faster, allowing his tongue to thrash against your clit, giving you the stimulation you needed to push over the edge.

You screamed, muffling your voice with the mattress as Namjoon's tongue quickly slid back into your pussy, wanting to feel the way you began to throb, walls squeezing down tight as you dripped out onto him. He groaned, sipping up every last drop of you before you sighed heavily, crawling off of him.

He stood up, hand around his extremely flushed cock. Pout heavy, so desperate to cum. You almost wanted to blow at him just to see him spurt without a single touch.

Instead you decided to be wicked. Hopping onto your knees, you kissed him, licking your arousal from his lips. His face was completely fucked out, ruined with your glossy mess all over.

"You want me to finish you off baby?" He nodded impatiently. You tugged his lip, bringing him in close, before you let him go. "Well isn't that too fucking bad"

"W-what?" Namjoon's voice was dry, saturated with desperation "You're kidding." He raised his eyebrows, but seeing your sinister grin, his eyes began to tear up. "P-please. I'm so hard for you, please. What the fuck Y/n pleaseee"

You shrugged. "Not my problem" You giggled, giving his cock one final tug before leaving the bed. Pushing past him and missing the way he spilled over onto his palm the second you left.

Namjoon was simply stunned. Never in his dreams would he have thought that you would actually ever want him. Not when you had Yoongi. Jimin. Even Jungkook. A sliver of opportunity presented himself, and Namjoon found himself lost in a cloud of wishful thinking.

-

No part of you wanted to see him. The prospect of running far away with Namjoon was immensely tempting. But not as tempting as bringing hell to the same people who brought you hell. Namjoon dropped you back at your apartment complex. He hardly said a word, still shook up from earlier as you left the car, waving him goodbye.

Back in front of Yoongi’s door, you chuckled bitterly recalling all the times you had come to him. Such a desperate, eager brat. Wanting an ounce of his attention. If only you knew. Your fists clenched, teeth gritting and just as you were about to pound on the door—you froze.

You heard crying.

All your thoughts pushed aside, your body screamed at you to go comfort him. You rapped at the door quickly, calling out to him “Yoongi. It’s me. What’s wrong?” His sobs seemed to get louder, growing alongside your impatience. “Yoongi! Talk to me—hey. I’m here. Baby I’m right here” Your heart clenched with worry. Was he hurt? Did he get shot?

Relief swept over you as you heard the door unlock, slowly opening to reveal Yoongi— bruised up, battered, with tears running down his face.

You had anticipated this moment. Seeing him after everything you now knew about him. But once it finally arrived, all you could find yourself doing was throwing yourself into his arms. He sniffled slightly, hugging you tenderly as he kicked the door shut. Holding you tight as you simply exchanged a moment of silent affection. His scent filling you with comfort. Much to your dismay.

Yoongi pulled away to look at you, his eyes fluttered to your lips before catching them in a deep, soulful kiss. He poured into you, kissing you like you were the last drop of water and he was dying of thirst.

You lost yourself in the sweet, blissful feeling of him. His arms slid down, intertwining his fingers with yours before bringing your fused fists up to his lips.

“I‘m sorry” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, not expecting those words from the man holding you. “I’m so fucking sorry”

He scoffed, “This is so pathetic” His breath hitched. The more he tried to convince himself to stop, the harder he began to sob. His whole body trembling around you as you attempted to calm him down, hands stroking his cheek, holding him close.

“Y-you don’t like this. Someone so emotional”

Laughing slightly you kissed his cheek “It’s okay. I’m not judging you. But I need you to tell me what’s wrong”

“I don’t wanna hide from you” Yoongi confessed, voice saturated with cries “I’ve done terrible things” He choked out “And I regret them so much. I—I need you to know that.” You pursed your lips, wondering to what he was referring to exactly. “If I told you, would you still love me?”

Your mouth was dry. The man looked at you with such intense earnesty. Could you really lie to his face? Would you be lying if you said yes?

“Of course I would” You felt your heart drop as the lies left your mouth, especially when you saw the relief in Yoongi’s eyes. He led you to the couch, sitting you down in his lap so he could bury his face in the crook of your neck as you pat his back in comfort.

“I don’t know what all you’ve been told” Yoongi mumbled, “Clearly you spent time with that fucking cop—God I’m glad he’s dead.” Yoongi felt his anger rising, inhaling slowly to settle himself down. “He wasn’t entirely wrong…about me”

No shit. “What do you mean?”

You felt Yoongi tighten his hold on you, almost as if he was afraid of letting you go. “I knew who you were right when I offered you this internship. I-I was not the most stable person. Jimin—” Yoongi wracked his brain, searching for proper phrasing “Jimin thought you were pretty. Which is why the night you and I met, I—“

Your heart was racing. Unsure if you wanted him to say it, or wanted to pretend just a little while longer that things were okay. That you were finally reunited with him, and could just ignore the details. Ignore the truth.

“I roofied you”

Your mouth felt clammy.

“And…I fucked you while you were unconscious” Yoongi didn’t dare look into your eyes.

“Let go of me” Your voice was cold, giving Yoongi shivers as he obeyed. You left his lap, pacing around while he watched you nervously. He didn’t know how you would react. But he couldn’t let you leave him, no matter what.

“I just have one question” Yoongi raised his eyebrows, looking up as you towered over him. “Why do you love me?”

He stuttered, not anticipating a question like that. His mind whirred, a million answers popping to the forefront of his mind immediately. He couldn’t even find the right words before you interrupted—“Let me rephrase. Would you love me if there was no Jimin?”

“DON’T” Yoongi’s eyes darkened, tightening his fists in an effort to keep himself from blowing a fuse— “Don’t say his name. Don’t ever say his name to me”

“Jimin thought I was pretty. So you forced yourself on me. Look me in the eye and tell me that the only reason you did—all of this—wasn’t just to show him up. Look me in the eye and tell me that you would love me even if I hadn’t been that girl. If I had meant nothing to him.”

Yoongi gaped at you. You tapped your foot impatiently, scoffing at his inability to respond.

“Yeah. That’s what I thou—“ You began before he glared at you, putting a finger to his lips, cocking his head to the side in irritation.

“Not. Another. Word.” The harsh snap of his voice pierced through you, loud against your ears but still not quite yelling. Deep within his eyes you could see the anger boiling, a sinister malice.

Swiftly he stood, grasping your throat to pull you up onto your toes. You stared each other down, before he let out a slow, controlled, exhale. In a small voice he then spoke.

“Is that what you think?” Shaking his head with disappointment, he chuckled—looking off into the distance momentarily before meeting your eyes again. Stepping forward, he held you off the ground, blocking you pathetic attempts to breathe as he hissed at you. His eyes red with rage, glossed with pain.

“Well?” He taunted, pushing forward again. His gaze didn’t once falter. He was unamused. In a moment of boldness you shot back at him. He smirked, seeing as you were at a loss for words. Sighing, he released you—not before caging you against the wall with his hand, the other running through his hair before slowly gripping your jaw.

“I do love you. Understand?” You nodded, utterly mesmerized by him. It was as though he radiated with this power over you that had you trembling at the knees. He lightly pat your cheek. “Use your words”

“Y-yes” He slammed his fist close to your head, just missing as you squealed in shock. “Y-yes sir”

“Good” He hummed, satisfied by your response. Eyes softening he let his hands wall to your hips, leaning his head against your shoulder.

“You’re my whole world.” His words were charged, contrasting the bland nonchalance of the tone with which he spoke them. Your heart felt stuffed—overflowing. “My muse. My motivation. You are everything”

Suddenly he bit into your neck, eliciting a sharp hiss from you as he sucked against your skin. “Don’t ever doubt me again. Are we clear?”

“Yes sir” You gasped as he left you with a stinging bruise, licking over the flesh fondly before looking you up and down.

Stepping away, he seated himself back onto the couch, leaning back with his thighs spread wide. He curled his fingers, beckoning you forward.

“You don’t think I love you hm? Is that right?”

Your mind was completely blank as you crawled on top of him. He yanked your head forward into a rough kiss, wrestling his tongue deep into your mouth while his nails dug into your skull. You whimpered, which only made him kiss you harder, teeth pinching your lips as he swallowed you in.

“Strip” His commands were simple yet daunting. He enjoyed the fear in your eyes as you pulled his shirt off of your body, unclipping your bra— which he watched fall to the floor before scanning up your legs. A smirk emerged on his lips as you slid your panties off, now standing before him, completely naked—vulnerable. All for him.

“Take off my pants” You hesitated momentarily, spotting his bulge beneath his dark jeans. His fingers trailed over the button before sliding it open—you couldn’t help but feel a clench in your core at the sight of his long fingers, and the array of silver rings that adorned them. “Do as I say love”

You fell to your knees almost robotically, sliding off his jeans as he lifted his hips. His cock popped out, long and hard against his stomach. Sitting in front of him now he cooed at you, leaning back as he tugged off his shirt. Your breath hitched—you weren’t sure if it was the sight of his impressive body, or the fierce look in his eyes that had you surging with wetness.

“C’mere” He called at you, dumbing his voice as you crawled onto his lap. “So fucking pretty, look at you” He traced your figure with interest, running his hands up and down your body as though he was molding your shape.

Eager to please him, you bent down, letting your tongue run over his slit before you felt a sharp tug on your hair, pulling you off. Yoongi clicked his tongue. “None of that princess. I wanna look at you, my pretty darling. Want your sweet pussy, can you do that for me hm? Will you let me have you?”

“N-now?” You stuttered. Yoongi glared at you. “I-I’m too t-tight..sir”

“Didn’t I tell you not to talk back to me love?”

“Sorry…sir” You whimpered, stroking his cock slowly as you lined it up with your tight cunt. You lowered yourself slightly, feeling the burn of his rock hard length push against your folds. You hissed out in pain, but could feel Yoongi’s hand on your head, pushing you down.

“Thatttt’s it love. You’re doing so good—my sweet little princess” Yoongi’s eyes rolled back as you bottomed out, pussy pulsing against his thick member. “Oh you poor thing, does it hurt love?” You nodded dumbly as he pulled you into a sweet kiss, softly running his tongue around your plush lips before capturing them with his own. “But you’re gonna take it aren’t you? Are you gonna be good for me?”

“Yes sir. W-wanna be good. So—” Yoongi’s lips traced down your neck, the soft, thick flesh feeling warm against your trembling skin. He carefully made his way down your chest, meticulously capturing every inch of you in his soft, loving kisses. “So good. So fucking good oh Godddd—Yoongi” You cried out as his hands slid up your breasts, grabbing at them while pinching them between his fingers. Inhaling sharply, he latched back onto your jaw, fueled by the series of desperate whimpers coming from your lips.

“Mmm that’s what I like to hear. Such a good girl, my little princess” His thumb rolled over your nipples, causing you to tilt you head back, giving him more access to nibble against you before tugging at your breasts. Your breathless gasps filled the room, like a hot vapor you melted into his touch. Left your whole world to fall into the hands of the man who now kissed your lips again, biting at you, groaning into your mouth.

“I love you” He mumbled against your lips, eyes closed as he dropped chaste kisses between his repeated affection. “I love you I love you I love you”

Your nails scratched up his back, combing through his hair as you pulled him impossibly closer. Pushing his head down so he could take your nipple into his mouth. One hand folding the other, he grazed his teeth across the hardened nub, tugging at the flesh and releasing it back. Pressing his lips against them he sucked hard, the pressure driving you into a frenzy.

Widening his mouth, he allowed his hot tongue to lather over the sensitive expanse of your heaving breast. Engulfing you deep into his mouth before drawing back just to do it all over again.

You felt like your head was spinning, watching as he deliciously suckled at you, looking up from time to time to see the fucked out look on your face. You were almost drooling, watching the way his head bobbed against you, hair tickling your chest as he gnawed at the plump mounds. A few loud kisses later, he licked a long strip, rolling over your nipple back up your jugular until his could kiss you again. His palm rolled against the now swollen, wet skin before he dove into the other side.

He took his time with you, loving the way you rolled your hips in slight circles, purring as he ravished you, filling you with pleasure with every lick, every touch, every sigh. His hands cupped your bottom, helping you rise off of his cock slightly so that you could settle back down. His grip was tight on you, raising you up again, revealing in the slick sounds as he dropped you back down. Allowing your breasts to swing into his face, covering him in his own spit. You drew him in, allowing his nose to press up against your sternum as you continued to bounce on him slowly.

“Princess—” Yoongi’s breath was hot against you, as he rose, gasping for air before muffling himself with your breasts again. He gripped them, shaking them roughly as he groaned, loving the way you suffocated him.

A tight slap on your ass indicated for you to ride him faster. The soft squelching of your impact echoing through the quiet room as you began to bounce faster, rolling your hips, clenching down as his hands crawled up your back for support.

“Y-yoongi” You whined, causing him to chuckle, kissing you again. He let his nose trace your face, inhaling your comforting scent as he pressed his chest against yours, the friction from your oscillating tits charting a beautiful heat between the two of you.

“Yeah, that’s it princess—you’re so fucking perfect, you know that right? Cum for me love. Give me everything” Pressing one last kiss to the edge of your cheek, he allowed you to nuzzle into his neck, biting down as you let out a loud moan, cumming hard as your pussy convulsed on him.

“Ohhh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Yoongi. Yoongi. Yoongi” You were practically screaming into his neck. His tongue grazed over your ear, teasing you as you continued on, riding him for all he was worth.

“There you go…just like that. You’re doing so well love, wanna hear those pretty sounds” He held you firmly, allowing you to ride out your high, cursing under his breath as he felt your heat leak all over him, twitching as waves of pleasure wiped your mind clean.

He then lifted you off of his cock, kissing you hard, lingering against your lips as he crawled over you—pushing you onto your back. Peppering your face with kisses, he gripped your thighs, flipping you flat onto your stomach.

He groaned, noticing the slickness of your cum spread over your loosened cunt. His palm smacked against your ass, causing you to whine while your pussy leaked out ever more. Yoongi scoffed.

“Look at you princess,—all messy and ready for me. You want my cock?” His lips pressed against the top of your ass, hands pulling your knees far apart. You nodded feverishly, causing him to hum in approval. “Yeah? You want it? My little princess wanna get fucked hard?” He smacked your ass again as you raised your hips. Gripping your waist, he steadied you.

“Please. Oh god, please” You blabbered, looking back at him, eyes pleading. You looked completely ruined, but Yoongi thought you had never looked more beautiful in your life. “Fuck me hard sir. W-wanna be a good girl. Wanna be good for you”

“Awwh my little princess, so needy” Yoongi clicked his tongue, cooing at you as he ran his fingers through your hair before grabbing it and tugging it back so your back slammed against his chest. Quickly he held your breasts, keeping you in his grasp before pushing his tip into you.

He swallowed your whines, lips slotting against yours as he continued to push in. His length filled you easily, allowing him to slide in and out. He bucked his hips harshly, slamming his hips against yours as his grip of you tightened. The flesh of your breasts slipping through his fingers as he rammed into you, exchanging eager groans and pleasured sighs as his lips lingered on yours, mouths open as you breathed each other in.

You opened your eyes. His gaze was intense—almost predatory as he continued to pound you hard. His hands slid to your neck, gripping it tightly as he kept your face turned towards him.

“Yoongi please” You sighed, allowing him to choke you slightly as he pulled you back closer “Want your cum. Want you to cum inside me”

“Don’t you worry princess” He growled, biting your lip “I’m gonna fill you up so good. You’re all mine now. Say it”

“I’m yours Yoongi. All yours. No one else. I don’t want anyone else.”

“And I’m yours Y/n” He whispered. You blushed— he hardly ever said your name. You weren’t sure if you had heard it from his lips ever before. That alone had your body trembling with heated desire. A magnetic want—need for the man who held you. The man whose cock violently thrusted deep into your core, making your thighs tremble as he chased his high. “Don’t ever think I don’t love you. Ever. I love— everything about you. Always will”

“I-I love you too Yoongi” Your words pushed him over the edge— he groaned loudly, releasing your throat as he came. Buckling over you, sending the two of you down with a thud. He had never cum so hard in his life, globs of hot white filling your every crevice, spilling out. You could feel his length twitch within you, face heating as you enjoyed the way his seed shot into you, the pressure incredibly fulfilling.

Slowly, he watched as he pulled out of you— cum dripping out your battered cunt. He licked the pearly sweat off of your shoulders before nuzzling into the back of your head, wrapping his arms around you as he rolled to the side. He pressed his lips on top of your head, hands stroking your hips, caressing them gently.

“Shit” You exhaled, turning over to face him. He has a lazy smile on his face— one that made you want to attack him with little kisses. “I love you so much” Your hands cupped his face, stroking his jaw as you stared into his sweet, gorgeous eyes. “It’s you. It’s always gonna be you”

Yoongi pulled you towards him, allowing your bodies to mold against each other, fitting snug as you kissed his beating heart. He reached his arm to turn off the lights, not before grabbing his phone and seeing a message from an unknown number.

I can kill PJM. 2M.

He squinted at the screen as you whined in complaint. “Yoongiiiii” You nuzzled into his chest. He stroked the back of your head, ignoring you as he tried to think. A quick kiss to your head shut you up, after which he dialed a quick two letter response, setting his phone aside so he could slide back under the covers to shower you with love.

Deal.

—

Taehyung was honestly surprised you finally agreed to his terms. He wasn’t sure how you planned to do it, but you seemed stubborn in your ability to manipulate Yoongi into finding where he hides the disc. He didn’t feel great about needing you to go back to him, knowing what he did— but sacrifices had to be made. He knew what was at stake.

Taehyung hadn’t been entirely shocked that Jimin found out about him— through Hobi nonetheless. Jimin didn’t care about the betrayal, in that moment all he wanted was you. He had revealed his plan. Jimin claimed that Jin had been suffering from a cocaine addiction for years. Jimin used that fact to loop Jin into serving as his mole. Keeping him out of trouble while he poisoned the city.

Jimin was a cunning guy. Taehyung would sometimes lose sight of this considering how fucking annoying he could be. He sicced Jin onto Death Valley—promising him an opportunity at a huge career move, in exchange for bringing down the rival gang. But what Taehyung never quite understood was how Jimin happened to be in Death Valley the same day you first arrived. It was far too coincidental.

How did Jin know that you were important? That you were worth being a bargaining chip? Someone had to have tipped him off but how could it have been Jimin? He had no idea about Yoongi—no idea about you.

Jimin had used Jin’s addiction to his advantage— using his instability as a weapon of chaotic destruction. Taehyung honestly enjoyed the unpredictability of the man’s actions. It made things far more entertaining for him.

Jimin had intended on sending Jin to rehabilitation after he had put you in harms way. That his puppeteering had gone too far. His change of heart was pathetic— Taehyung thought. Another testament to how weak he was.

Setting his thoughts aside, he smiled at the nurse in front of him as she opened the door. Taehyung was able to find out what facility Jin had been sent to and decided to pay him a friendly visit. The cell was small— plainly furnished, comfortable, with a bed and a cabinet. Jin sat, a pair of die twisting irreverently between his fingers. He paused to see who had come in, eyes widening.

“Who let you in here?” Jin hissed. “Nurse!” He reached for the emergency button on the side of his bed, but not before Taehyung reached inside of his coat pocket, he pulled out a syringe of a brown, viscous liquid.

“You want?”

Jin gulped, watching as Taehyung neared the syringe. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t! His mind screamed. He was just barely starting to gain control of himself again.

“Is that—“ Taehyung nodded as Jin took the syringe from him. He carefully injected it into his wrist, watching as a single drop of blood trickled down onto the white sheets. He inhaled sharply, eyes clenching shut as he basked in the shooting high. His mind began to wander. Taehyung watched with interest, not ever having tried any of his products himself.

Jin sighed, eyes flashing open. A wicked smile growing on his face.

“Now” Taehyung cleared his throat—“Let’s break you out of here Officer”

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a/n: *screams* okay so. just setting things up for some really wild action coming up. who kidnapped jimin? tf is taehyung planning? team yoongi how are we? who did yoongi text to kill jimin?

next part - jungkook and jimin time. is that a spoiler. probably. (tb to part 0 vibes) oh...and jin. yes. we getting jin smut yall. prepare yourself. ;)

also to my loyal death valley readers. i appreciate you so much for your patience. my whiny ass will whine no longer. sorry for all the confusion <3 ily you sexy ppl

smut pairs for next part are U P. you know the drill. lmk your thoughts. thank you for reading & i hope you have an amazing day :)

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