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In The Night | jjk

pairing: stalker!jungkook + fem/afab!reader

word count: 2.3k

genre: smut, yandere, thriller

warnings: stalking, male masturbation, female masturbation, obsessive thoughts, yandere behavior, mention of filming without consent, vibrator use, body worship, breaking and entering, use of “princess”, it’s hot

— synopsis: When you find out that the shy tech guy has been watching you at night, you take matters into your own hands.

Eleven P.M. on the dot. It’s almost time. Excitement bubbles in your stomach, nerves flowing from your toes to your fingertips. Immediately, you open your window just enough to leave a crack. Then, you sift through your dresser for something just right. Walking around in a bra and panties would be too obvious—you have to keep up the clueless act as best you can, but still be a tease.

So, you fish out an old shirt you had accidentally made into a too-short-to-wear-to-the-grocery-store crop tee, the graphic on the front more than halfway cut off. It’s perfect to show off the expanse of your stomach, which is key for what’s to come. Perhaps you can go with only that and panties—no doubt it would be game-changing, but you still grab for your heart pattern sleep shorts that do wonders for the shape of your ass. It’s perfect, and just in time.

Eleven-Ten P.M. He’s here. Adrenaline pumps through you at a speed incomprehensible, putting your heart to the test as you can practically hear it pounding. Remember, play it cool. You’re not supposed to know that he’s watching.

Yes, the hot, nerdy tech guy that seems to lose all collectiveness around you watches you through your window every single night. And honestly, you love it.

Of course, you’ve had the inner monologue about how it’s supposed to creep you the fuck out and that you probably should have called the cops by now. But that just wouldn’t be any fun, now would it?

Keep reading

Froggy world

When you say people are different form animals, what do you mean? In all reality humans have the same instincts as these proclaimed animals. Fight or flight, to eat to sleep and to mate. What is the difference, logically nothing, really. Though, some people can see the true side and let the 'animal' free. Us humans are animals, nothing other than what we keep as pets.

We humans are the true ones that should be in cages, to keep our selfish ways hidden.

That's what Jungkook thought at least. No one was willing to listen to his words, no one. He will admit only to himself, that he is quit the odd ball.

It's fine, Jungkook could care less. He has what he needs....

Human knowledge, basic human knowledge.

And you of course.

His little obsession, the woman that makes his smile bright and pants tight. He had been hiding you in his tiny apartment, his ways of treating you were just like a decent boyfriend. But not. You trusted Jungkook, having knowing him since first year he was like a brother.

Jungkook was a odd ball as he admits to himself and is a major wall flower, but that didn't stop him from talking to a woman like you. "I love you" he would whisper to you when he went to bed.

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"I want to fuck you." He said quietly, you had confronted his about why he would always run away-

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Should I keeep going with this lol

Stairway to hell

I wrote this in 10 minutes LMFAO beware.

WARNINGS: death and obsessive tae

Sorry for the misspelling

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In his dreams he saw smoke and gleaming eyes, forest and the trees. With a girl, who didn't know who she was. She was on a rode that she couldn't change and it made him wonder, what was going on in her head. Down the rode of sadness and loneliness. Her shadow making him fall for her. Her eyes and in all there blankness. Darkness trailing in her path with him fallowing the darkness. Being drowned in the darkness, the sadness that escaped her pores. She wants to be set free, with something that can be her calling.

Taehyungs love fallows the darkness within her body. He can't stop, she's gonna be his.

Now, tae fell into the darkness.

"I want you all to myself" he cried

No one hearing his crys, the crystal tears falling from his face. "All I want is you, y/n!"

Sometimes the only thing that you can talk to is the dead. He wrote poems to her, some telling her how much he wanted her, others whispering from the page what he wants to do to her.

But, the things how can she read if she's dead? Did he read to her in the dead of night?

The only thing he could do was read them to her. The dead corpse decomposing in his shady apartment on skid row, the smell wafting through the air was like a prison and a promise. The prison not being with her and the promise, walking to her down the stairwell to hell. The dark hallway and the dark rooms collecting the sins of others along with hers, the only ones he excepted.

Withering rose (Preview)

STATUS: on going

   Fae! Au, Yandere! Au, War! Au Royalty! Au

   WARNINGS: YANDERE!jimin, stalking, Female! reader, slight gore, mentions of war,

    Summary: The way he looked at you reminded them of when you saw a rare flower trying to bloom in the depths of winter. Most would wait to pick the flower in the spring, seeing as its fully grown and has so much beauty. Not the prince of the Fae, he didn’t like to wait, so he plucked the flower in the dead of the icy winter.

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As a young girl, roses had scared you, the triangular thorns digging into your small, slightly chubby hand as you picked them for the royal family. The crimson blood dripping onto the path of the royal garden.

Now, you wished you were not afraid of the flower. If you had been brave you would not have met the prince, you would not have been forced to love someone you did not love. , how you wish you were brave back then.  

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    “Y/N! My love, will you pour me my tea?” Jimin called, he was one that seemed to ask, but, you knew that was a command. 

        “Yes, My prince,” you smiled brightly, the smile that brought Jimin to heaven. While pouring the tea into his porcelain cup, you could feel his pale hand scaling the length of your thigh. He was watching you again, he always did.  He had an obsession with you, it was clear that the prince did.  Prince Jimin had been like  that since you were young.  While picking white roses, he had spotted you. He was mesmerized by you, being the confident child he was back then, he walked to you. The garden making you look like more of a goddess. 

After, the rest was history.

      _ 

    "How will we make amends with the dragons?“ Jimin looked at you with a small smile, like usual. "I think my father’s council is helping him to figure it out.” his tone was sweet, it was like nectar that you were addicted to. "I want to marry you." He says, you were shocked, so many things going through your head. Jimins eyes bore into yours, his silent commands telling you to say yes. "Your highness I am just a servent for the royal family. It would be inappropriate for me." Short and curt but never saying that they (the pigs in the royal palace) are in the wrong.

Without a doubt, anyone could tell that jimin was fuming.

555 Stockholm lane.

Warnings: death, mentions of sex

You know that one feeling you get when you have done something wrong. When you fear your going to get caught, your heart beating fast, tears staining your cheeks. It was by accident, no really it was. He didn't mean to hurt him, he was protecting you. Jungkook was protecting you. The man that was with you, tried to do things, bad things. Never in Jungkooks life did he hurt a man, but so help me god he would kill for you.

Red flashes marbled Jungkooks visual, red Red RED.

Why did this happen? He could have helped but he didn't, he hurt you more.

Jungkook knew that this would end up with him jail, he could care less. The temptation of your smooth hold was to much, nails biting in to his pale back when he hammered into you. Moans and shudders of pleasure, it was all to much.

He was your slave tending to the every need of his queen.

A simple slave that would go to the lengths of killing for his one and only love. Jungkook had finally done it, he had did it.

The man laying on the wet ground of the forest, in a pool of crimson blood.

Dead

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I was bored 👁👄👁and just so yall know, I write rlly random titles LMFAO

Behind the glass cage

WARNINGS: shit happend, murder, condemned killer joon, death, me being sappy, making myself cry to write this, kinda dark

Time after time, you went to see him. He was behind the glass, as always. The glass covered in dirty finger prints and goodbyes. His dimpled smirk and glasses making you swoon just like the first time you saw him on Tv. "Hello, namjoon"

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" today at 2:36 pm the 'looking glass killer' was finally captured. After two years and four months of targeting the people of Seoul and at least 95 murders, we got him."

When you saw him, it was a flash of fear then.... you realised, that was the guy that asked you out a couple of weeks ago. No, it couldn't be? What was his name again' Kim namsung? No, no Kim namjoon, Kim namjoon. He was the meek boy that sat six seats down from you in biology. He had stuttered when he attempted to ask you out. There he was, on the news, looking smug and cocky.

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"How are you Y/n? You haven't visited in a couple of weeks, whys that?" His smirk fell, he could feel you nerves flying through the roof. Namjoon knew you better than anyone, better than that failure brother of yours. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine namjoon."

Why did it have to end this way, you loved him.

But you couldn't be with him any longer.

You were with Kim namjoon, not the 'looking glass killer'.

Soon, you would walk away from the man clad in the orange jump suit and clear framed glasses. Sadness wafting through the bland visiting room, him screaming for 'your stupid ass better get back here' guards restraining him, maybe even having to put a hold on him.

The thing was that you couldn't love someone who was trapped in a glass cage. Almost like a bird. No one should love like that.

Even when they would kill for you, tear people apart, putting glass in there dead eyes, going to jail for them even when there incocent.

One day it would be his dead eyes with glass inpaled in the sockets.

Who knew who would do it? You sure did.

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This is for my future wife @pluviokook we Are getting married soon guys they proposed 💍

Slow dance

Warnings: Yandere! Yoongi, death(?) asshole reader,

Art! Au. This will be a (kinda) series, it's gonna be about how BTS obsesses over reader, this is kinda based off a request I got from @middlech1ld (you'll see in the future chapters) I got the idea from them, u inspired me so much. And yes, your invited to the wedding, your the priest.

Yoongi knew that you weren't good for him, everybody saw that. It was a fact, a fact that made him mad. All that yoongi wanted was you, y/n. A small town girl that could brighten the sad gleam in the local widows eyes. He was confused, dazed by the sweet scent of your perfume. Lips painted roes bud pink that sparkle with the lick of your tongue.

Rage filled the young man as he saw you dancing with that one boy, park jimin. A frail boy that could dance like the swan on its last toe. Really quite a amazing artist.

You both were dance majors at the local art academy, everyone was talented there, no one could stand out but you and fucking park jimin. Both in contemporary and ballet, you both made the teachers fear of losing there low paying job, thinking that they would lose it to someone more qualified for the job. Someone better than you.

Yoongi on the other hand was a music major, playing the guitar and writing music on paper. Occasionally playing the piano, though that was an old hobby of his.

Often yoongi would write music about a girl that captured his dreams and even nightmares. A girl dancing to a dark song orchestrated by a man that no one knew.

All that he knew was that when you danced you were a art piece, would have painted it himself but didn't go to the art program,did he. Painting your body arching like a bridge small nimble hand lifted up into a curve, legs thrown up and neck craned with a chin tilting up.

A angel graced opon imbeciles.

People always have said 'beautiful people are only beautiful if they are on the inside as well'.

That's a fucking lie.

When yoongi saw you, all he saw was beauty. He knew how you were.

Mean.

He saw how you manipulated those boys into beating up someone that disagreed with you in historical art, saying "Frida kahlo did not have a female lover, she had a husband."

You could tell a outrageous lie and get away with it, that's how much people loved you.

His love ran deeper that blood than itself, his loyalty. Everything he had done was for you.

It was better that way.

But, you were in pain, vary much pain. Not physically, that comes with being a dancer, your body is always sore, pangs of sudden ache and prickling happend day after day.

After a while pain stoped you, fading into the seeping ground.

Along with the ashes of your fears.

Yourself included.

Last one picked

WARNINGS: yandere Jungkook, smut(?) bunny humping jungkook, stalking, basically just yandere kook that's hot for y/n

When Jungkook was young, he was alaways picked last. Why? He doesn't know, maybe it was because he was pretty small as a child. He had no friends, no pet, no girlfriend. His parents where strict, never letting him go to parties (not like he even got invited to any). He was shy. He didn't know how to talk to people, how to talk to girls.

Now in college, he still had no friends, no girlfriend and still was a virgin.

He didn't care, having learned the hard way at a vary young age. He didn't need anyone.

That is, until he saw you.

Eyes shining with content and beauty. Smile wide and shiny pearly whites. There you were, a master piece. He hadn't even tried to talk to you, of course he didn't it was in his nature. So, he just snuck into your room when you were at your Bio class. That was the only time he had off watching you change in your room and scroll through cheap porn.

"Oh shit-" groaning as he sniffed your pillow. On your bed. In your bed. Cock hard and pants tighter by the second. His hips couldn't stop, the humping. "Gonna cum, 'm gonna cum" Jungkooks body tenses, a sudden wet patch on his sweats.

As he laid on your bed, all he could imagine was your body climbing over his. You picking him, loving him with your actions.

Checking the time he soon resized that he now had 15 minutes until you would be flopping on the mattress and texting your friends.

Time to go.

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I wrote this really quick, I don't think I like it but whatevea.

Going under

WARNINGS: blowjob, yandere namjoon, kidnapped reader, noncon touching (?)

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THE WARNINGS

Death was the freedom from life, once you were alive you had to wait to be dead. Unless you were so desperate to leave this hell. A hell we call 'home'.

Life was hell and going under was freedom. Namjoon knew that.

The soft sound of biggie smalls rang through the bleach smelling car, you sitting in the passenger seat turned uncomfortably to the window. Namjoon hummed to the song 'juicy', lightly tapping his lengthy fingers on the bland steering wheel. Suddenly he looked over at you, "Are you gonna talk? Because Y/n I can force ya' to."

You felt a warm hand scale across your thigh.

"I'm sorry namjoon." "What are you sorry for? Tell me." His hand still placed hauntingly close to your core. "I'm sorry for not listening to you,"

"That'a girl!" Namjoon sent a palm slapping into your thigh causing you to jolt. His hand wouldn't leave, it was still there, slithering up farther. Farther than hauntingly close. "I want you to do something for me." He smirked, looking at you from the corner of his eye. "Suck my cock, and I'll let you have a phone call to your parents."

Without thinking you set your hands on his lap, "ohhhh, so it's a yes?" He taunted

Unzipping his tight jeans you found his bulge, boxers smothered with pre cum. "Yes," you said

As you pulled his dick from its tight confines the bulbous tip slapped across you face, smearing cum on your face. "Fuck ya-" he groaned above you.

Giving his cock a good lick you swallowed him whole. "Mhm, just- ah fuck-" soon he's at the edge, groaning and grunting when he cums. Your surprised that he was still on the rode, even if it is namjoon.

"Can I have my call now?"

"No,"

Heart

⌨︎︎- WARNINGS: obsessive behavior, stalking(?), jins a god (Greek god), that’s pretty much it.

༒- A/n: sorry for not posting for like a month, but I hope this is good, lol love y’all. I did this in like an hour so sorry if it’s not to good, but anywayysssss-

All Jin ever wanted was a companion, one to hold,one to touch, to be the lover he deserved. One that would tell him that he was amazing and loved him just as he did them.

Even if he was the son of Aphrodite herself, he could never get enough. Jin wanted the love that he shot the mortals with, the love he would gracelessly bestow on the humans with the help of his bow and arrow.

Floating on the puffy white clouds was starting to take a toll on him, all he did was watch these peasants walk amongst themselves. Throwing away the love he gave to them, cheating on their loves or, here’s a good one, leaving them for another.

Those selfish animals took all the emotions and gifts the gods gave them and chucked them out to the wolves. In all actuality, Jin thought of them below animals, animals could show compassion and were quite loyal, unlike some creatures. Humans were lowly bugs, bugs that could be mushed in with mud and dry up dead.

The only reason that Jin still gave humans love was because of you. Your innocent presents could even make the dark of hell quarrel into light.

So, often Jin would watch you instead of doing his job. See you prance in a valley of gold and blue flowers make the supple flesh of his cheeks tint in the brightest shade of pink.

That was the first time he had seen you, in a field of flowers.

The second time he took the form of a lamb, with a red bell on his neck. Jin always had to look good and red is his color.

The first time your hand touched his head (Jin must say, it was the softest touch he had ever had the delight of having) was like a spark of light of, much like Zeus’s bolts. Then came your words “what a beautiful lamb you are, what shall I name you?”

He knew then, that he had to have you.

Even if he had to ask hades for a favor, he would do it.

Last one picked (2)✔︎

TW: mentions of unhealthy obsession, stalking, kidnapping(?) Yandere jungkook

A/N: so I made another part lol, this is part 2 of ‘last one picked’ sorry, I couldn’t put the link in for the first part, sorry for any misspells

When you love someone so much all you can think about is them, though most people Jungkook age were thinking about studying, going to party’s and sex. He knew that you went to those party’s. Grinding on some random frat boy, then making them fall for you in a moments flash.

No, you didn’t do that to jungkook. You didn’t even know jungkook was a living breathing human. Well maybe you knew of him, perhaps a class or two that he would sit behind you in. Lectures that he had only taken because you were there.

But, he still was so, so shy he couldn’t be in the same room as you without jizzing in his pants. Some days jungkook would often work himself up, saying that he ‘wasn’t good for you’ ‘stupid and the only way he could be with you was watching from a distance.

In some time he wanted you more, all to himself more or less. You both could become the campus couple. Always together, moving in with each other rather quickly, perfect.

“-ook, jungkook,” suddenly he was brought back to his reality. There you were, right next to him. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Your eyes showed so much concern, “oh, nothing, I was just thinking,” “About what....?”

“You,”

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Jungkook soon relized that he finaly had you, on his arm. After pinning (stalking) you for who knows how many years he had you.

He never told you that he did the things he had done, bad things. It didn’t matter, all that did was the feeling of your unimaginable love that seeped through your body on his. Along with your ravishing sent that made him go crazy.

After college, you both got married. Got jobs, had kids grew old, so on. Still he told nobody, nobody but his son. Told him “the only way to get the person you love is to rid them from what they believed in first, make them believe in you and what you do for them.”

In the end jungkook really didn’t know how he got you. Out of luck or was it his payment for always being the last one picked?

death valley (m) | part 4

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: jungkook x reader, namjoon x reader, yoongi x reader (ABOUT DAMN TIME)

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

wordcount: 8k

warnings: reader discretion is very much advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex, yandere behaviors, sex while intoxicated, oral sex (f and m), machoism/pain kink, manipulation, fighting, blood, masterbation, you’ll either fall in love with this yoongi or hate his guts there’s no in between, breath play, branding, choking, borderline abusive behavior, voyeurism, reader is a MESS, HEAVY DRUG USE, character injuries

a/n: im sorry for this lol, had to balance out the yoongi fluff. we’re getting into the more yandere/edgy side of this story so, be careful and dont read if it makes you uncomfortable 

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 |

Taehyung had been at the hospital all night, catering to Jimin’s every need. As in, making sure his enemies stayed the fuck away from him while he was down, and ensuring that business went about smoothly. He had a knack for these things after all, and he really did love his work. Even if it did seem immoral, Taehyung felt that there was nothing wrong with what he did. People had needs, he had a product to fulfill them. Maybe some people got hurt along the way but every business was like that.

He knew you would be coming at some point, and he was excited to see you. You had looked incredible last night, the image burned into his mind. But you wouldn’t be coming to see him, no, you would be coming for Jimin.

Jimin had told Taehyung that he was going to try to be better to you. Deep down he didn’t think Jimin was capable of that, but as he returned to the hospital room, seeing you looking so worried had him thinking otherwise. He had advised Jimin on the roses and candles thinking that you would hate it. 

You were on the phone when he arrived, standing in the corner and whispering away. Standing on the other side of the room was a man who Taehyung was familiar with, but he knew that the same was not true the other way around. “You must be Hoseok” He reached a hand out and Hobi shook it politely, “I am a friend of Jimin’s. He speaks very highly of your work. My name is Taehyung.”

Hobi smiled, always loving compliments. “Hi, nice to meet you too. It’s so terrible what happened to him” Hobi tried to pull his hand away but Taehyung tightened his grip, causing his face to drop into a confused frown. He then released him, giggling slightly. 

“Honestly it was bound to happen at some point” Taehyung chuckled. “But you know, the police are saying it probably wasn’t an accident. It was intentional” He grinned widely and looked dead into Hobi’s eyes. 

Hobi blinked back at him, “That’s terrible, why would anyone...” Taehyung burst into a fit of laughter, causing Hobi to shift uncomfortably. 

“I’m just kidding” Taehyung pat his back playfully. You ended your call, coming to meet the two boys. You hugged Taehyung tightly, burying your face into his chest, unable to see the way Hobi’s eyes flashed with irritation. 

“How is he?” You asked, looking up at him. Taehyung simply shrugged, quickly glancing down to check his watch.

“Not great. Doctor’s say he will live, in fact he should be conscious by the end of the day, but they still have to run tests to see if he got any brain damage. Obviously he can afford the best care out there so I’m not too worried about it”

You nodded, glancing back at Jimin one last time, “Well, I better head home. Call me if you need anything?” You squeezed Taehyung’s arm affectionately as he nodded.

“You too. Don’t worry too much” You smiled at him, waving awkwardly to Hobi as you left. You wondered what you would spend the day doing. You figured you could just spend the day with Jungkook and Namjoon, they knew the area better than you did. You unlocked your door and stepped in. Your blood ran cold.

Everything was ruined. The place was an absolute mess--television shattered, chairs thrown around, as if a hurricane had flown through. Your breathing quickened as you looked around frantically.

“Jungkook?” You had made it home too late last night to check on him, and even this morning you weren’t entirely certain you had seen him. You assumed he was still asleep. But now the boy was no where to be seen. Did he do this?

You stepped into your apartment, careful with your footwork, not wanting to step on the scraps of broken furniture that scattered across your floor. A crumbled sheet of paper was on the remnants of your kitchen counter.

Moved out. Sorry. Be safe. - JK

The paper dropped from your hand as you were too shocked and confused to even comprehend his words. Where do I go? You fumbled in your purse for your phone, scrolling to your contacts. Jin. Jin. Jin. You dialed his number, only to get him at voicemail. Fuck okay. Then who? You quickly left your apartment, taking care to really lock the door.

You were embarrassed to say the least as you found yourself yet again at Yoongi’s doorstep. That’s what you get for letting a shady drug dealer stay with you. Yoongi opened the door, looking not so much surprised as expectant. 

“You have the day off Y/n” He said in place of a greeting.

“No I know, and I don’t mean to bother you on your day off...” Yoongi waved away your concerns, allowing you to step inside. He shut the door, locking it with a click, so soft you thought you may have imagined it. You continued to explain, “My place got robbed. I sorta had a roommate and I guess he moved out...and now the place is trashed” Yoongi raised his eyebrows.

“Always something interesting happening to you” He almost laughed. You nodded sheepishly, “You’re welcome to stay here as long as you’d like, I don’t really have any plans for the day.” You thanked him eagerly, following him into his kitchen. “Do you think it was your roommate? Who trashed your apartment?” You were surprised at his interest. You assumed he would have just ignored you after letting you in. 

“I guess it could be. I don’t think he is a bad person but I guess a lot of evidence is pointing otherwise.” Yoongi nodded, seemingly deep in thought. “I’ll let the police know, hopefully they will figure it out.” You noticed the soft tapping of his fingers on the counter, fingers that were now much closer to your own than they were a second ago. You met his eyes briefly before focusing back on the way you fingers slightly stretched out, seeking his touch. He pulled his hand away quickly.

“Would you like to do something?” He asked, speaking confidently but nerves evident in the way his voiced wavered “I was going to just play around in my home studio all day but if there’s something else..” You shook your head.

“If it’s okay with you, that sounds great”

Maybe the universe had decided to take pity on you. About damn time. Yoongi welcomed you into his private studio--he had two in his home, but the other was locked up. He said he just kept old instruments in there now.

He brought out his guitar and began strumming along. You sat by his side, watching in awe as his fingers effortlessly played out beautiful progressions. “I heard you used to be Jimin’s fan” Yoongi stated. You blushed.

“Oh yeah. I was obsessed. Would go to every single one of his shows, hung out with his band and staff. I was a total groupie. He’s met me he just doesn’t remember it” You sighed ironically, “I mean why would he”

“You’re hard to forget” Yoongi stated, bringing an even deeper flush to your face. His words were flirtatious, but his voice steady. He played a few more chords, “I’ve known Jimin for a very...very long time. I’m surprised he’s so interested in you. You’re not really his usual type” He squints at you, “Really makes me wonder why. Who are you Y/n?” He sets his guitar aside, handing it to you. “You try”

It had been a while since you played guitar. You recalled learning a few things back in the day when you would wait backstage of Jimin’s performances. You nervously began to strum, watching as Yoongi nodded in approval. He knelt down next to you, wrapping his hand around yours, on the neck of the instrument. His fingers matched yours, guiding them into different positions, while his other hand remained on the small of your back. “There you go. Perfect” He glanced at your face, brows furrowed in focus “Just perfect”

He shifted, taking a seat behind as he wrapped his other arm around you, over yours landing on the strings. With his chin on your shoulder, he guided your hands into playing fun upbeat riff. You giggled as he got into a rhythm, letting him puppet your fingers beneath his. He smelled like heaven--clean like sheets of fresh linen. The heat of his body radiated through you, and you felt your heart beat faster and faster. Yoongi was humming softly to himself along with the music. 

His hands came to a still, and the whole world seemed to freeze around you. All you could hear was the numbing pounds of your own heart. Your voice in your head begging it to quiet down. He didn’t move. You didn’t move.

“Y/n” His lips were so incredibly close to your neck it had you shivering. You let out a gasp, wanting to reel it back as soon as it left you because Yoongi then moved away from you instantly. 

You didn’t even wanna know how flustered you must have looked, but Yoongi seemed unfazed. 

You had made plans to meet Jin later that afternoon, informing Yoongi that you would return in a few hours. He kindly offered to drive you where you needed to go and you agreed. 

After all, how could you refuse such a sweet guy.

-

Jin’s knee bounced rapidly as he waited for you in the parking lot of a nearby strip mall. He wondered if the man from earlier may have kidnapped you or something, he shuddered recalling the words we’ll deliver her right to you.

He saw a glimpse of your face, smiling as you chatted with the man driving you. Jin’s entire body froze with fear. It’s him. He met the man’s eyes briefly as you stepped out of the car. The man smirked at him, bringing a finger to his lips, before then making a finger gun and pointing it at you, reminding Jin what was at stake. He slightly nodded his head as you entered his passenger seat, and the man drove away, satisfied. 

You turned as much as you could to face him. You noticed the lack of color in his face right away. “Who was that?” His voice was weak. You scrunched your eyebrows.

“Are you for real? You’re chasing down Jimin and you don’t know Yoongi? They’re pretty close...he’s his producer. He’s my boss too. My place got robbed and I have to stay with him for a bit. I tried calling you but you didn’t answer”

“Uh yeah...sorry about that” Jin cleared his throat, “Anyways, I looked into what you told me so far. I wanted to go over some details with you” You nodded, “You’re saying that it is possible that Jung Hoseok kidnapped you and Namjoon. Can I know where or who was the source of the pills you took that evening?”

Your eyes widened. You hadn’t even thought of that, “Oh...Namjoon brought them but Jungkook gave them to him”

Jin stroked his chin in thought, “Right. I figured. And do you know where Jimin was when all this happened?” You shook your head again.

“What about Kim Taehyung? He’s his friend, and a gangster. He found cameras in my apartment that apparently Jungkook put in my place” 

Jin paused for a moment, “Wow... You’re in deep. Do you think it was possible that Jungkook kidnapped you guys?”

“No, he’s the one who found them”

“So he says” Jin shrugged, pulling out his phone to type in some notes.

“I really doubt it was Jungkook. He’s Namjoon’s friend”

“Friends don’t drug friends, putting them in near death situations” Jin stated blandly. You felt squeamish. “Plus he randomly moved in with you? That’s suspicious. And Jungkook also wasn’t at Jimin’s little soiree when the accident happened?” You nodded, “Who was there?”

“Taehyung...and Yoongi” Jin raised his eyebrows.

“Yoongi was at the party? Really? Huh” He bit his lip, “But Yoongi drives a black cadillac? And so does Namjoon?”

“Namjoon also hates Jimin, he thinks Jimin made him lose and I think he might also be jealous of him. Jimin has never seemed to care much about Namjoon either way though” You mentioned, “But whoever kidnapped us didn’t like Namjoon because they beat him up pretty bad”

“Does anyone have a reason not to like Namjoon?” You laughed at the question.

“I mean I don’t think so, but” You gulped, “Hobi might have...been jealous. Or or or!” A thought came to you, “He’s in the Death Valley gang right? Maybe they were like punishing him for not beating you?”

Jin considered your idea. “And does anyone have a reason not to like Jimin...besides Namjoon?” You shook your head.

“Maybe Hobi again, if he was jealous but he didn’t know that I..” You trailed off.

“That you were sleeping with Jimin?” Jin grinned, before setting his phone down and letting out a deep sigh. “Wow well...this is a lot to work with. While Jimin is out of commission, I think it would be wise to go after Jungkook. The lower workers of gangs often have a lot of contacts and information. Tell me Y/n,” He placed a hand on your knee, “Would you be willing to do something for me?”

It was a simple request. Jin needed you to find out a location. The place where he suspected that the King as he began to refer to him as, might be found. The place the drugs were being made and distributed. You were to manipulate Jungkook and have him take you there, and then tell Jin where the action was taking place.

You had no idea where Jungkook was though, so you called Namjoon. Namjoon texted you an address, and Jin dropped you there. It was a ways out from the city, which made you a bit nervous. You arrived at what seemed to be a mansion. "Take this” Jin handed you a small bug, “To record him in case. Call if you need me okay. I’ll make sure you’re always safe, I promise” You nodded, thanking him before heading into the house.

You rang the doorbell, feeling greatly underdressed for a place of this grandeur, in nothing but a graphic tee you borrowed from Yoongi and your shorts. Jungkook answered, freezing upon seeing you--eyes wide. He’s still so fucking cute. Even if he probably is really dangerous.

“You shouldn’t be here” Jungkook stammered, diverting his eyes from yours. He twiddled his fingers as you scoffed.

“What the hell happened to my apartment? Why did you move out?” Jungkook sighed, stepping back so you could walk inside. The house was insane--a modern crystal chandelier adorned the ceiling between two long sets of stairs. The walls were a cool grey. “Do you live here?” He nodded.

“Yeah uh...job pays well” He gave your a sheepish smile. You gaped at him, as he led you to one of many sitting rooms. “You look good” You took a seat in front of him.

Do whatever you need to do. I’ll keep you safe. Jin’s words came back to you. How can I get him to take me there? “Look, I don’t care what you did...how could you leave me without saying goodbye?” You blinked at him innocently. “I really like you, and I liked living with you. I trusted you”

“I didn’t want to baby” He bent down to kiss your knees, hand stroking your legs. “Of course I didn’t want to leave. I had to, to protect Namjoon. They were gonna kill him if I didn’t leave you alone. Y/n I’m...not someone you should be around. I’m a bad guy. I do bad things.” 

“Let me decide that for myself. Show me who you really are. I’m not afraid of you” Total lie. You were scared shitless. But as the boy’s wavering eyes looked up at you, you pitied him. It must be lonely doing what he does. All this money, but no one to share it with. Dangerous...but still human.

And so you convinced him. Using your charms and exploiting the fact that a guy like him was young at lonely at heart. You didn’t feel great about it, but you knew it had to be done. To your surprise, he brought you to Death Valley.

The bar was closed--it was far too early. But Jungkook went around to the back. You followed him as he lead you through an entrance. It didn’t go into the main place, but instead you found yourself at an elevator. He held your hand tightly as he pressed in a keycode to activate the elevator. 

“This is where the magic happens” He speaks confidently, and you can tell he feels comfortable in this place. The doors slide open to reveal a clandestine drug lab. There were beakers, pressure canisters, all sorts of machinery lined up along the walls. In the back you could see a garden of what you assumed was weed. It was a fairly large space, you assumed it was the whole basement of Death Valley. 

“Wow” Jungkook bent down to shuffle through some things until he pulled out a duffel bag, unzipping it to reveal stacks of cash. You had never seen so much money in your life.

“This isn’t even a dent of what we get” He says, taking a wad and handing it to you, “Smell it. It’s fun” You took the money, flipping through it and inhaling the scent of richness. For a moment you wondered what would happen if you just kept it, but you knew Jungkook could easily destroy you if he needed to. Best not to play around. You handed the money back.

You paced around the lab, looking at things with great interest. “Hey Y/n” You turned to see Jungkook holding up a small ziplock with what looked like syringes. “You wanna? On the house” He winked shyly.

“Sure”

You followed Jungkook back to his car, sliding into the backseat so that he could administer the drugs to you properly. This is the same guy who almost killed your friend. What the fuck are you doing right now? Your mind was already in shambles. Whether it was the guilt of manipulating Jungkook, the stress of being in the situation you were in, or the strong desire you had to just go wild and forget about your idol being unconscious and your home being trashed.

You watched as Jungkook injected the liquid into your forearm, kissing the skin after tossing the syringe aside. He proceeded to inject himself and you felt comforted that he was accompanying you. “Don’t worry. This isn’t too strong” 

He was probably talking to you but you felt a wave of serenity take over you making the world around you go quiet. Lost in thought, you began to smile. In a way, you felt elated. Your life was amazing. What were you worried about? Looking at the attractive man who was smiling like a puppy, so eager to please you, you couldn’t remember why you had been so stressed out. 

You wanted to give him everything. He deserved everything. “Jungkook” You mumbled, throwing your body onto his and pushing him back. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. You inhaled him, he was sweating slightly, likely nervous while showing you the lab. You shut your eyes and allowed yourself to simply feel the way his chest was rising and falling underneath yours. He began to fondle your ass. 

“You know. I thought living with you would mean I would get to fuck you more often” Jungkook smiled widely. You sat up. Your sex life had felt so dramatic lately, you frowned thinking back to Jimin’s little show. That wasn’t you--you wanted to have fun. You wanted to go insane. Jungkook was perfect--Jungkook was everything. You could fuck him over and over again any way you wanted. Why did you ever doubt that?

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard” You pleaded, rolling your hips into him slightly. Jungkook’s eyes flashed.

“Yeah?” He sat up, pushing you off of him, “Get fucking naked and bend over you slut” You melted at the word. Excitement soared through you as the two of you stripped down to nothing, Jungkook not missing a beat to harshly grab your breasts as you got into position.

“I want it hard. Really hard.” You begged. Jungkook nodded. “Slap me, pull my hair, use me, I don’t care I just need it. Now” Your whining was turning him on. He had never seen you like this. 

“Anything you want baby” He smacked your ass, watching the skin jiggle before he made his way behind you, bent over your frame as you gripped the edge of the carseat. His head brushed against the top of the car--it was far from comfortable. He slid his hands under your arms and pinched your nipples tightly, then proceeded to slide his hands up to your neck. “Is this okay?”

“Shut up” You snapped, “You’re a bad guy aren’t you Kook? Show me. Be bad. Destroy me please” He trembled slightly. You feel him stroke his cock, his hand brushing up against the bottom of your stomach as he pressed his lips onto the back of your shoulder. He pulled your hair, causing you to groan in pleasure. The pain. The pain was so good.

What were you doing? Did you miss Jimin? You were guilty. He was in the hospital because of you wasn’t he. Thoughts ran rampant in your mind as Jungkook guided his cock inside of you. 

“So...fucking” He pushed deep into you, “Tight...fuck” He exhaled heavily, hugging himself onto your back.

“Fuck me Jungkook. Fuck me like a toy” Jungkook’s eyes rolled back as he pulled out of you, thrusting back with full force. The car creaked at the pressure.

“Just like that, please...please” You begged desperately, prompting Jungkook to piston in and out of you like he never had before. He clawed at your shoulders, digging his nails into you as you screamed out his name.

“You’re so fucking hot holy shit” He whined, eyes glued to the way his cock sunk into you. He smacked your ass, “Such a fucking slut” 

“Yes I wanna be a slut. I wanna be your slut” You cried out, burying your head into the seat. He slapped you again before gripping your hips and pulling you back onto him. Your head kept hitting the seat over and over again. “More...MORE” You growled. Jungkook tried to go faster but he physically couldn’t. He didn’t want to rush. He wanted to enjoy this. But you were losing your mind. You wanted to pass out. You wanted to disappear. 

Jungkook nipped at your ear, “God I missed your pussy, so fucking good for me, takes me so fucking well” He was close, but he wanted you to come. He reached his hand down to your clit and began to rub you rapidly.

You tilted your head back in pleasure as the feeling of his large fingers on your clit drove you into a frenzy. Seeing you so fucked out turned him on even more, and he came quickly, shamelessly, deep inside you. You  tumbled down, but Jungkook continued to touch you, soon throwing your legs over his shoulders and pushing his tongue deep inside you.

You closed your thighs onto his head, pulling his hair as you continued to scream. “God yes...fuck...fuck” You looked out the window briefly. Your eyes landed on a car that had parked next to the two of you. 

You squinted as Jungkook continued to eat you out, soon recognizing Jin’s handsome face. He watched intently, his eyes shot with lust. You moaned, not breaking eye contact with Jin for a second as Jungkook lapped away at your juices.

“I’m...I’m” You bit your lip and your hips jerked forward. You squirted all over Jungkook’s face, screaming at the top of your lungs. Jungkook caught you in an embrace as you fell back with exhaustion, almost falling off the seats.

Jungkook stroked you affectionately, kissing you softly and mumbling apologies to your body for his roughness. You heard a tap on the window. Jungkook jumped as he saw Jin, covering you immediately. He rolled down the window.

“If you guys are finished, I can drop her home” He smiled charmingly. You laughed. Everything slowed. Somehow Jin and Jungkook had gotten you back into your clothes and into his car. Somehow Jin had put up with you--a mess of laughing fits as he returned to your apartment. Somehow you found your way back home. 

-

You giggled, tumbling into the hallway before you pulled your way to Yoongi’s door. You had no idea what time it must have been, but hopefully he was asleep. You fumbled with the lock, unable to correctly insert the key with how your eyes were rendered useless. You tripped over your own feet, falling with a soft thud onto the carpeted hall. 

The door opened, and you looked up, squinting to see Yoongi. You expected that he would look annoyed, but no--this man looked furious. Nevertheless he took a deep breath and crouched down to you, taking your hands in his own.

“Come on” He urged as he carefully helped you stand. You shifted your weight, throwing your arms over his shoulders as you latched on for dear life. Yoongi’s touch was tender, not at all manhandling you. He led you to the kitchen and helped you onto a stool before turning the facet on to get you some water. He handed you a glass but you simply blinked, mind numb but seriously wondering how exactly Yoongi had managed to turn upside down. 

He sighed and pushed the glass to your lips, softly pulling your head back to allow you to drink the cool liquid. You drank a few sips before choking, Yoongi stopped, wiping your mouth with the bottom of his shirt. Unlucky for you that you missed a glimpse at his abs. Your head landed on his shoulder as you looked up at him, your eyes wide with confusion and fascination.

“Yoooooooongi” You drew out the vowel, attempting to be cute when you looked anything but. “You” You tapped his chest as he raised his eyebrows at you “Youuuu are Yooooongi.” You burst into a fit of giggles, almost falling back before you feel Yoongi’s chest against your back, preventing you from tipping over. He grips your shoulders softly.

“Yes, I am Yoongi” He speaks to you straightforwardly, as if you were perfectly sane and make a perfectly sane statement. He steadied your balance before going over the his refrigerator. The cold air washed over him as he scanned for something to feed you and help you through the state you were in. 

Yoongi wasn’t the best at taking care of himself--besides the Red Bulls and various types of fruits in his possession, he didn’t have much else to offer you. He sighed before slamming the fridge shut and moving instead to search his cabinets. His eyes zero in on a pack of ramen noodles. 

He quickly begins to boil some water, preparing the quick dish for you as you began to mumble incoherently. “Yooooooongi. You are Yoooongi. Mr. Min Yooooongi” 

Yoongi hummed his agreement in response, as he dropped in the noodle pack and spices, stirring the pot. He turned back to face you as the meal cooked, leaning forward against the counter. You smiled lazily at him.

“You’re hot” You puckered your lips at him and blew him air kisses “I wanna kiss you Mr. Min Yoongi MWAH”

The edge of his lips curved into a smirk, he looked from your eyes down your body and back up, shaking his head in amusement. He turned back around to stir the noodles. They looked about done. He grabbed a bowl and poured them out, taking a pair of chopsticks and stirring the soupy dish around. He came to your side, lifting up some noodle with the chopsticks and blowing at it furiously, trying to lessen the heat so he could get the food into you as quickly as possible. 

“Open up” He brought the bowl to your face to feed you. Your lips parted, allowing him to push the steaming noodles in. You slurped as he retracted his hand, getting ready with another bite. This went on, and he slowly fed you not minding how sloppily you took the food.

“That’s yummy” You remarked. Yoongi set down the bowl before bringing his hand to your face. He wiped off the stains that had formed all over the edges of your lips with his thumb, letting his finger roll over the plump skin before pushing his finger into your mouth. Your tongue wrapped around his thumb. You looked at him with large eyes as he attempted to remove his finger only for you to grab his wrist and keep him where he was. 

Yoongi gulped as you took hold of his hand and continued to suck his thumb, mimicking a certain obscenity that had his eyes darkening. He trembled slightly.

“Y/n” His voice was reprimanding, and you released his thumb reluctantly, your lips smacking as he drew away from you. He stared down at his hand, thumb covered in your saliva. He chuckled slightly before looking back at you, running the side of his thumb over his lips, wiping you off of his own tongue.

You didn’t realize you had moaned at the gesture, but Yoongi definitely had. He moved in closer to you, standing between your legs and gliding his fingers oh so softly over your tingling skin. You felt shy suddenly, looking away.

Yoongi just watched you, smiling to himself as you unraveled in blushes under his gaze. You felt overwhelmed. How could he do this all simply by looking at you?

He didn’t dare step any closer, but continued to run his fingers up and down your skin, leaving a burning trail wherever they touched. You squirmed, grabbing his hands and pressing them to lie flat against your thighs. Yoongi gave you an innocently confused look.

“You’re teasing me” You pouted. Yoongi shook his head.

“I’m not doing anything my love” He pulled his hands back, “Not yet” He reached into a drawer and pulled out a bottle of pills, emptying one into his hand. He took the pill and slid it into your mouth, you gulped it down.

“Good girl. That’ll help you get some sleep” Yoongi stroked your hair, “Come on, you can sleep on my bed tonight” You nodded excitedly. Yoongi turned, motioning for you to hop onto his back, which you were more than eager to do. His hands cupped the underside of your thighs as he lifted you off the stool and towards his room, dropping you off carefully on his bed.

“Let’s get you changed” He muttered, “Can you change by yourself love?” He dropped to his knees in front of you. You attempted to sit up, shaking your head. He took a deep breath, letting his eyes close and gathering himself before he then reached to unbutton your shorts.

He tried to look away as he pulled them off your body, you legs rising to help him. He tossed them aside as you laid back down on the mattress.

“Wait” Yoongi pursed his lips, as you let your eyes flutter close. He straddled you carefully, making sure not to touch you any more than he had to. He stared at your chest, wondering how to take off the black tank top you had on. Wondering if you even were wearing anything under it because he had a feeling you weren’t. 

He let his fingers slide under the thin straps, tugging them down as they revealed the tops of your breasts. He gulped, furrowing his brows. “Come on it’s nothing you haven’t already seen” He mumbled softly to himself before yanking the straps down completely to your wrists, you breasts popping out of their constraints. 

He could feel his pants tightening as he wrestled the top off of you. He jumped off of you quickly, clutching his rapidly beating heart and panting heavily. “Fuck” He glanced back at you, now topless in nothing but your panties.

His whole body was shaking, trying to convince himself to stop looking but you were too angelic. Your body seemed to call his name. He bit down on his lip, clenching his fists and digging his nails in. In a burst of self control he quickly pulled his own shirt off and pulled it over your unsuspecting head. Finally you were covered.

Yoongi’s cock was throbbing, the image of your body so clear in his mind. He let out a shaky breath. He dropped back down to his knees, looking at the way your legs were ever so slightly spread still. He leaned his face in closer, closing his eyes as his nose brushed against the insides of your thighs, not daring to get too close. 

He inhaled sharply, reaching his hand down to slide down his pajamas, his cock popping out, eager and ready. He gulped as he began stroking himself, careful to not move too much, careful to keep his eyes closed. He wouldn’t want to take advantage of you, not like this. As his hand began pumping himself furiously, he couldn’t help the painful cries that left his trembling lips. 

He pulled his face away, opening his eyes to look at your blissfully sleeping state. “Fuck” He spit into his hand quickly before continuing to glide his firm grip over his cock.

His mind was in shambles. This is wrong. Stop it. Yoongi scolded himself. Your kind sleeping eyes seemed to coo him in comfort. It’s okay. She’s fine.

No. This is wrong. Yoongi screamed internally. But she wants me. She said that didn’t she? She’s barely conscious you fucking sicko. 

Yoongi let out a loud whine before quickly running into the bathroom, trying to save your decency and his own, but finding release quickly in the privacy of his own space. 

Maybe you were even now. He just did that, and you had pissed him off by coming home high out of your mind, and so late. Yeah. Yeah that’s fair. 

He returned to tuck you into the covers before he himself slid into the bed next to you. He turned off the lights, rolling over to find some rest of his own. It’s entirely possible that he was conscious as he pressed up against you, carefully pulling you into a soft embrace. How could he know? It was impossible to see after all. 

The next morning you knew you were in for it, as you waddled into the kitchen, still sore from last nights...endeavors. Yoongi seemed to be wiping something off of his kitchen knife. He set down the utensil and gave you a stern look.

“I--” You began but Yoongi set his hand up. “Where the hell were you last night?” His voice frightened you. He was pissed, jaw clenched as he made his way over to you, “Answer me right now!” He growled. “Who were you with huh? Were you at Death Valley?” You didn’t answer, too astounded by his fuming rage. He grabbed your shoulders and gripped them firmly, shaking you.

“Yoongi you’re hurting me” You squeaked out, only causing him to tighten his grip. “Fuck you, I don’t have to tell you anything! You’re not my boyfriend. You don’t own me.” You laughed darkly. Yoongi pushed you back against the wall, caging your head between his forearms. He was so so close to you, you felt his whole body against yours.

Your eyes shifted from his lips back to him, crossing pathways with his gaze to see his eyelids flutter. His lips parted ever so slightly, and you clenched your hand into a fist, waiting. He leans in, and so do you. You could almost taste him. Your knees went weak, and you felt a surge of heat within you. Please.

He hesitated, and you felt like he was about to pull away. You quickly grabbed his collar and slid your lips onto his, kissing him softly. You melted into him. He tasted as sweet as you had hoped, if not sweeter. Your hands trembled as you felt yourself getting lost in the feeling of him. Something...something so beautiful flew through your veins. You wanted to feel everything he had to give you, and you wanted him to feel everything you had to give him too. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced. 

Yoongi backed away with a start, leaving you panting heavily. You searched his eyes for a reaction, heart dropping when you saw none. Until he cupped your chin and brought his lips back on you. He deepened the kiss, hands traveling down your sides. He pressed his hips into you as your arms wrapped around his neck, clenching his hair. 

He took a deep breath, looking at you with hooded eyes. “Turn around” And you obeyed. He tore your clothes off harshly, not caring as the fabric would yank against you. Once you were naked, you heard him shuffle around. It sounded like he was grabbing something.

Suddenly you felt something incredibly hot against your neck. Yoongi pushed your hair away and your eyes widened as you realized what he was doing. He slowly traced something and you screamed. He was branding you. 

He blew at your neck, attempting to ease the burn as he continued to slowly carve letters on the back of your neck. You didn’t stop him. You didn’t want to stop him. You sobbed at the pain, but you felt yourself getting wetter by the second, craving him more and more. 

“Yoongi” You cried, hearing him shush you. Finally the burn stopped, leaving only the searing after pain of the letters burned into your skin. He appeared to rub some sort of cream over, providing some cooling relief. You groaned, the numbness feeling so good after the scorching heat. He brought his lips over the scar. 

“Look at me” He grabbed your jaw and turned you back towards him. He too was now undressed. You saw that he had set a lighter and a branding iron on his table. He grasped your neck, “I love you”

Your vision went hazy but you nodded, unsure if you had actually heard him say it or if you were imagining things. He took your breast into his mouth, biting harshly as you yelped out. He loved hearing you cry, it drove him wild. He continued to suckle you as he smacked your throbbing pussy.

“Fuck” You winced as he began to bite down and bruise your breasts. The pain overwhelmed you, you almost felt limp, but Yoongi held you up. You sank into him, exhausted already but Yoongi was just getting started. 

Was this a dream? He helped you down onto the floor, laying you on your back. He climbed over your practically lifeless body, trailing kisses up until he found your lips again.

“Yoongi” You sighed blissfully as he sucked on your lips. He moved to kissing your neck, biting down as you squirm. He traced a finger against you cunt and without warning he shoved it in. “Yoongi!” You screamed at his force. He was absolutely ruthless. He pumped his fingers quickly, adding another. You shut your eyes, focusing on the sound of your soaked walls. “It hurts. Yoongi it hurts” You choked, tears building in your eyes. 

“I know baby. But you hurt me too. It’s only fair” He kissed you tenderly, “I love you so much. Next time it won’t hurt so much I promise” You were convinced that you were either asleep or hallucinating. 

“Fuck me” You gasped as he dug his fingers deep inside you, “Just fuck me please” He let out a heavy sigh, removing his fingers from inside you before shoving them in your mouth. 

“Not yet my love. Soon. But not yet” You coughed, unable to breathe. Yoongi removed his hand, covering his lips with yours one last time before slapping you clean across the face. You were out like a light. It’s a dream. It has to be.

-

The fight was today. It was all Namjoon could talk about at work. He asked you to come early to be with him while he warmed up, and you agreed, hoping that you would be able to keep an eye on him and make sure nothing sketchy was going on in the process. 

During your lunch break, Jin picked you up and drove you somewhere hidden so you could update him on things. 

“So death valley is the heart of all this huh?” He chuckled, “Listen, I didn’t tell you this earlier but...someone threatened me, and I have to throw the fight otherwise they’re gonna kill you.”

“Jin--” You started. You didn’t want anyone to get hurt because of you.

“Not even a question, I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. I swear. I’ll lose, and then I’m gonna sneak down to the lab and see if I can find him. I’m assuming he will be collecting and storing the money he will win.”

“A...are you sure? Namjoon could really hurt you. He really wants to” You stated, chuckling bitterly. Jin squeezed your hand.

“This is my job. My fight. Literally. Just trust me, you’re gonna be safe”

You arrived to the arena early. It was empty, aside from a few staff members who appeared to be cleaning the place up. You made your way to the back doors, feeling a sense of dread as you walked along the familiar hallways that brought you into this mess in the first place.

“Namjoon?” You knew he was around there somewhere. You could hear the sound of a punching bag somewhere, following it until you arrived at a room. Namjoon was warming up, headphones over his ears blasting music. You smiled inwardly as you recognized the song. You walked in, causing Namjoon to finally notice your presence. He slide off his headphones, wiping his forehead off with the towel around his neck.

“Hey” He made his way to you, giving you a quick embrace. He was covered in sweat, you could tell he had been practicing for a while. “Thanks for coming. Being around you eases my nerves”

“Of course. You’re gonna do great okay”

Namjoon shook his head, “Y/n, this is it. If it win this fight I’m gonna be set. I can quit this for good. I can leave the gang I can go back and focus on my music again. I will. I promise you this.” You smiled fondly at his excitement, “But if I lose...I can’t...I can’t lose” You touched his arm.

“Namjoon. Look at me. You’re gonna do great okay, I believe in you” Namjoon grabbed your face and pulled you into a kiss, you almost screamed out in surprise. “Joon what the fuck?” He didn’t relent, holding you firmly against him as he kissed you long and hard. You could hear him whine softly through his kisses. He’s just nervous. I should help him out. You let your hand find the waistline of his shorts, tugging them down so you could palm his cock.

“Y/n...fuck” He groaned as you brought out his cock and began stroking it slowly, looking him in the eye. You left a trail of kisses down his chest, and he watched as you playfully licked his nipples a few times before lowering onto your knees.

“Poor baby” You mumbled as your lips covered his yearning tip. “My big strong little boy” Namjoon’s knees wobbled, “Let me help you baby” You ran your tongue across his cock.

Namjoon was impatient. He put his hands into your hair and pushed himself down your throat. You gagged as he cried out in pleasure. He clenched your scalp harshly, nails digging into you. Pain soared as he pulled your head back and forth forcefully. You let him do it. He was stressed after all. 

“Your mouth feels so good” He cursed out as he began to rapidly thrust into you. You could barely breathe, saliva and his girth blocking your lungs. You could feel his cock twitch. It hurt...but seeing the bliss on his face made it worth it as he came quickly, shooting his hot load down your throat before releasing his grip on you. The movement was so sudden, your head fell back, neck straining with pain. You gasped for air, coughing everywhere. Your eyes were blurred with tears from pain. Namjoon didn’t notice, as he dressed himself back up and returned to warming up. You sat on the floor dazed.

You heard the door creak behind you, and turning to see it come to a close. Was someone watching? You laid back, feeling the cold concrete against your back, sighing deeply. You had a horrible...horrible feeling about this fight.

You found a seat in the arena after Namjoon left, ready to watch and support your friend. “Hey” Taehyung, as expected, climbed into the seat besides you, waving slightly, “Mind if I join you?”

You shook your head, “How is Jimin?”

Taehyung sighed and shrugged, “He’s awake now. Still waiting on test results but I took him back home. He’s resting. You should go see him when you can” You nodded, admiring the man next to you for how well he cared for his friend despite everything. 

The lights dimmed, focus landing on the ring in front of you. 

Namjoon came out, looking fierce and energized. You shouted proudly, cheering him on. Jin came out on the other side. You glanced at Taehyung who was simply watching carefully. 

The second the ref began the match, Namjoon pounced on Jin. He quickly dodged him. They went on, back and forth. The crowd was wilding. Namjoon landed a blow on Jin, sending him flying back. He quickly got back up, ducking under Namjoon to push him down.

Your heart was racing, unsure of who you should really be hoping walks out a winner. You wanted Namjoon to win so he would just stop. But seeing Jin get hurt wasn’t a pleasant thought either, especially since your life almost depended on him. 

“Yeah?” Taehyung answered a call, motioning to you that he would be right back. You continued to watch the fight, Namjoon grunted as he pummeled Jin with punches. Blood tricked from Jin’s lip, but he wiped it off.

Your stomach went queasy as you saw the expression on his face. You knew Jin was planning to lose, but in that moment you saw nothing but sheer fury in his eyes. He looked ready to kill. 

As if the universe heard your thoughts, Jin planted a fierce uppercut, sending Namjoon flying onto the ground. 

Your ears deafened as the cheers of the crowd faded against your pounding heart as Namjoon lay, knocked out completely. Blood leaked from his head. You looked around but Taehyung was nowhere to be seen.

Jin was declared the winner, but Namjoon didn’t stir. You felt faint. You tried to catch Jin’s attention, confused out of your mind at what you had just seen. 

“Y/n” You turned to see that Taehyung had returned. He also looked worried and simultaneously pissed. “Let’s go. Now” He grabbed your wrist and yanked you towards the exit, almost running as he pushed aside the crowd. 

“What’s going on? What are you doing?” You snapped at Taehyung as he practically threw you into a car. Another. Black. Cadillac?

“Shut up” He growled, “Or I’ll fucking make you” He hopped in the drivers seat and stepped on the gas.

“Wait! Where are you taking me? What about Namjoon? I have to see if he’s okay!” Taehyung ignored you, eyes glued to the road. “Taehyung stop the fucking car!” You shouted. 

“Relax...you’re gonna be just fine” A voice came from the backseat, and you whirled around. 

“My love”

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a/n: ooOOO. yoongi is a bad bad boy, but is he the bad bad boy??? ;) why did jin actually win the fight? was yoongi the one who threatened jin? (ok yes but why! he said he loves her!) the biggest prank--who hurt jimin! it couldnt have been tae or yoongi sooo

im like,,,trying to be subtle with the way i phrase things to give hints but idk if it actually comes across or if im just losing my mind. lmk lol

as always thanks for reading, have a great day and HAPPY BUTTER WEEK im sooo ready for this comeback. next update will be in a while, but its gonna be a sexxxxyyyy one:) (with less pain kink and like...literal abuse lol sorry about that uh...yeah) smut pairs up on the masterlist, stay tuneddd :))))

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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

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | series navi | masterlist |

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 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. 

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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 7

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, seokjin x reader, hoseok x reader

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

wordcount: 9.3k 

warnings: reader discretion advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex (smacking, manhandling, etc), very obsessive & possessive themes, manipulation, use of restraints (mouth), bondage (collar, leash), slight sadism kink, physical roughness, guns, heavy drug use/reference, breast play, mentions of addiction/addiction prone behaviors, unrealistic sex endurance levels (readers really out here banging), dubcon/coersive sex, reader uses humor as a coping mechanism, degradation, toxic relationships, yelling, crying, character death (or is it), oral sex, shower sex, technically cheating depending on how you look at it, daddy kink, praise, implied stalking, yoongi loves spoiling his baby girl, impreg kink if you squint, dom!yoongi (duh), dom!hoseok, dom!seokjin 

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a/n: i spent way too long on this HAHAHA 

F L A S H B A C K--

The crowd roared as the fight came to a close. Jin stepped out of the ring reluctantly, someone handed him water while another man wrapped a towel around his shoulders. A soft ringing noise resonated through his ears, blood teasing the edges of his vision. He pushed everyone away to find his prep room. Sighing deeply, he looked down at his trembling hands. His body was on overdrive, he was getting desperate. 

He placed his hands against the wall, unable to think straight with the way his heart was pounding out of his chest. He could hear the footsteps of someone stop in his doorway, not having to look to know exactly who it was.

“Do you have any coke on you?” Jin wiped the sweat off of his forehead with a towel, panting heavily, “Seriously Jimin. I’m gonna fucking lose my mind” 

Jin had always been extremely unstable. It was in his personality to get aggressively addicted to things. Whenever Jin went too long without it, it was like he surrendered himself to a beast. Jimin liked to call it his maniac side.

“Can you stop thinking about getting high for one fucking second? We have a problem here” Jin hears a soft thud causing him to finally turn and look. Jimin had just dropped your unconscious body onto the hard floor.

“Well well. Who is this?” Jin crouched down and slid his fingers over your parted lips, digging his nail into the soft flesh until it began to bleed slightly. As you eyes slowly began to flutter open, a carnal desire coiled in Jin’s chest. He had never seen anyone quite like you before.

"Hi there cutie” Jin grinned, “What’s your name?” Your eyes were quivering with fear, something about your vulnerable state was so delicious to him. You glanced towards Jimin, only beginning to tremble even more.

“P..park Jimin” You gasped, “Oh my goodness! I...I love you. Wait no. I...sorry...I’m a huge fan” You rubbed your eyes. Jin’s heart trembled at your dazed expression. “Where am I? What’s going on?” He wanted to eat you alive. 

Jimin joined Jin on the floor besides you “Well thank you pretty girl. It’s nice to meet you...?”

“Y/n” You introduced yourself, shaking his hand before turning to Jin, looking at him with your tempting, lustful eyes. Y/n. Jin’s head was pounding as the withdrawal began taking over him. He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life. 

Jin had never found anyone else even close to catching his eye before. He would sit mindlessly on his phone while girls would be on their knees, gagging on his cock, waiting for the mind-numbing minutes until he could finally cum and leave. The prospect of a relationship, of love, it seemed otherworldly. Perhaps it wasn’t for him. He had drugs and that kept him happy. But you. You were a high he had yet to fully taste. Looking at you alone had him feeling a glow unlike any other.

“Hey” You said to him. Jin felt dizzy as you spoke, getting lost in your gaze, “You’re the fighter guy right? Jin?”

Hearing you say his name had him bucking forward, trying to hide his growing erection from the famous star who was by his side. “Yeah. Hi. Great to meet you”

Jimin got up, brushing the dust off of his pants, “I’m getting out of here” He grabbed his jacket from your arms, “Jin, please search her address and get Y/n home.” Jimin reached into his back pocket “These should make her forget” He slid a pill into your mouth and you swallowed obediently. 

Jin began to break a sweat, watching the way your lips sucked in the small capsule and gulped it down it so nicely. Jimin left without another beat, leaving you in Jin’s arms, your eyes getting heavy with each passing second.

You blinked, eyes wide with uncertainty as Jin held you close. “You can take me home?”

Jin nodded, “I need to do something really quick first” He slid his hand down his pants to begin palming his erection. His vision was turning blue as his headache began to spread. “God you’re so pretty” He grabbed your jaw, ensuring that you couldn’t look anywhere but his face. 

Jin felt like his mind was running miles a minute. You looked so cute and helpless. He wanted to tear you to pieces, he wanted to see you bruised and battered, splayed out for him to ravish you as he pleased. 

Was it wrong? Was it wrong that he wanted to shove his cock in your mouth while you slowly lost consciousness? In the moment, nothing made more sense to him. 

Your pretty lips, your sweet eyes, how could he not? Your lips trembled, eyes half lidded, rolling back slightly as you fought to stay awake.

“Oh fuck oh fuck. Don’tttt...don’t fucking look at me like that Y/n. If you look at me like that I’m gonna--gonna--ohhhh baby, fuck what are you doing to me” Jin gasped loudly as cum spilled all over his palm. 

P R E S E N T   D A Y--

Amongst the sweet bliss of your dreams, a current washed over you and reality had your eyes opening. Your heart felt heavy as your vision focused in on the dry walls that continued to encage you. Your body pulsed with soreness, reminding you of the previous nights events.

To say you were upset would be an understatement, but you were shocked more than anything. You had never seen Jin act so unhinged before. It was almost as though he quite literally couldn’t control himself, the thought alone bringing a bitter taste to your mouth.

Before you could decide on whether to give him a piece of your mind and reprimand his behavior, you hear him wincing with pain across the room. He lay leaned against the wall, sweat trickling down his muscles from the heat. His head tilted back in a soft groan, dark hair now extremely tangled and messy.

“Are you okay?” You got up with a start. Jin exhaled before shaking his head in defeat. 

“No, my leg still really fucking hurts. I feel like absolute shit right now” He punched the side of his fist into the ground in frustration. “I feel like I’m going insane” 

You couldn’t even begin to imagine his pain. At least you got to leave the cell for some time, he had been here all along. Alone. Wounded. It was just awful. Yoongi should have had the courtesy to take him to the hospital, but then again did Yoongi even have a courteous bone in his body? You were no longer sure. 

“It just sucks too because I’m trapped here, helpless, and all I can fucking do is feel this pain” Jin's jaw clenched. "And I’m sorry for last night I just...you were just there, so close. I just couldn’t help it. I could finally forget the pain even if it was just for a moment”

“It’s okay, I understand” You knew that feeling far too well. Jin reached his arms out to you, pulling you to sit next to him. His hands trailed down your thighs as he looked at you intently. “You know, I don’t mind...if it helps distract you from the pain. We can” You cleared your throat nervously, heat rising to your cheeks, “I mean, just tell me what you need”

Jin’s eyes widened with surprise. “Really?” He asks, gulping, “You don’t have to”

“I want to Jin. Let me help. I’m half the reason you’re in this mess” You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. Jin was extremely handsome, you had noticed that from the moment you saw him in the arena. With a body like that, your heart skipped a beat at what all he might have in store for you.

His fingers slid between your legs, making you gasp softly. He tickled your clothed cunt softly. He flattened his fingers, teasing your entrance before moving to your clit. Licking his lips, he sucked lightly on your ear. Your hips bucked up as a ticklish sensation shot through your body. You felt wet. 

And you knew he could feel it too, as he drew his fingers away. “Can I?” He mumbled into your neck. You nodded, flustered and warm all over as he pushed your panties aside and began drawing light circles on your clit. You twitch at the sensations hitting your nerves. His other hand cupped your jaw tightly, turning your face towards him.

“Oh fuckk, Jin that feels so good” You didn’t know why you felt so horny, whether it was the morning or the temporary relief from reality. Jin carefully slid one finger into your cunt, just barely, his delicate movements sending shocks of pleasure through your tired body.

Your pussy clenched down on his finger, and he growled. Pulling out, he popped the finger into his mouth before sighing, “Can I tell you what I want?” You could hear a slight tremble in his voice, “Will you do anything for me?”

You choked on your own breath, nodding dumbly as Jin’s gaze flashed with desire. “Get on all fours over me. Wanna spank that pretty ass”

Jin was taken aback at your willingness. You obeyed so well, his hands kneaded your tender flesh, enjoying the view of your ass sticking out for him. You winced as you felt his palm smack against you hard, making your knees tremble with pain and pleasure. 

That’s for sleeping with Jungkook. He smacked again, with full force. He knew it stung. He could hear the pain in your pathetic whimpers and he loved it. And Hobi. Smack. And Jimin. Smack. You cried out as the impact caused you to fall forward onto your chest. And Yoongi. 

Your ass was flushed, as he tenderly rubbed over the bruises he had so generously given you. He leaned forward, letting his tongue glide over the soreness before playfully biting down.

“Jin...that hurts” He ignored you, proceeded to slide down his pants, his turgid length already incredibly hard. He tugged at his cock quickly, the sounds of his slippery pre-cum barely noticeable under your soft moans. 

“Sit on my cock. Nice and easy, lean back on me” His cock twitched as you turned your head to look back at him briefly, your eyes glossy from the pain, but full of curiosity nevertheless. You crawled back over him to line his cock with your soaking cunt. Jin grabbed your hips, helping ease you down onto his length. 

“Ah...ah...” His size stretched you out, pussy swallowing him in. You cursed, eyes rolling back. He wanted to see your face, see how fucked out you would look as he gave it to you so good. 

“Quiet, he might hear us.” He carefully tugged off his shirt from your body with your help, then used it to cover your mouth. He pulled the knot tight,  the fabric tugging at the sides of your mouth uncomfortably. 

His hands stroked over your bare chest quietly, humming in approval, “That’s a good girl...gonna be all quiet for me now right?” His cock twitched inside of you as he heard your muffled voice. His fingers weaved through your hair before he clenched his fist, making you wince. He pulled your head back as he thrusted up into your soaking cunt “Hear that? You’re loving this aren’t you, you fucking whore”

He grabbed your neck, holding it in a tight grip as he pounded up into you. He no longer cared if he was being too loud, he moaned at the top of his lungs. You felt so good. Your pussy welcomed his cock like it was meant to be there, so slippery and warm for him to just fuck over and over and over again.

He couldn’t hear you softly plead for him to let you breathe over the sounds of his own cursing. He didn’t care. If you passed out, you deserved to. Your body was his for the taking, it had to learn. You said yourself you would do what he wanted. He needed this. It was the least you could do for all the trouble he’d been through for you.

He let your neck go, and as you gasped for a saving breath, he felt your walls leak all over him. Your muffled cries sounding like music to his ears. Your whole body was shaking from pleasure. 

His gaze fell onto your back, sinking his teeth onto your scars. You winced loudly as he marked you, his knife wound from the previous night still stinging and tender with pain.

Grabbing your head again, he pushed your face down onto the ground. You thrusted your hips helplessly, feeling your orgasm approaching as the cold floor pressed painfully against your nose. 

“Wait..wait...I’m so close” Your words were intangible through the cloth. You were humping down on him so desperately he couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. There, in front of him with your ass bouncing from how feverishly you wanted to cum all over his cock, he was in heaven. 

Jin felt your heat melt as you came, screaming in ecstasy against the restraint. You limply relaxed onto the floor as Jin continued to thrust up into you, holding your hips down tightly to dig deeper and deeper into your messy, dripping cunt.

Jin felt like his whole body would explode in pleasure. This was the peak. His life couldn’t get any better than this moment where he had you just like he dreamed. He wondered if it would always feel this good. Of course it would. It was you after all. 

Your core clenched as the stimulation became too much. He looked into your eyes and could see the streams of tears staining your cute cheeks. It was that look. That pleading look that was begging him to stop. Jin came with a loud cry, tilting his head back as he smacked your locker back one final time. 

Breathing heavily, he lifted you off of him, watching his seed leak out of you. You laid down onto your side, absolutely spent. He slid down to lay behind you, hugging you to him as he undid the mouth wrap with his teeth. He stroked your body tenderly, hands finding your breasts. 

“Holy shit” You coughed, finally able to breathe air directly. “Officer Kim Seokjin, that was...wow”

Jin didn’t respond, he simply smiled, pinching your nipples causing you to squirm. That was nothing baby. 

-

Taehyung hated being wrong. He hated not knowing and not having control of any situation. So when Yoongi was shaking his head, denying that he had caused all the recent chaos that had been keeping Taehyung up at night, he felt like he was going to tear the entire bar apart, floorboard by floorboard. 

“Y/n had mentioned she was kidnapped. I didn’t hear about it from you so I figured it must have been Jimin, and that you made sure she didn’t really get hurt. It ended up with her opening up to me, so I wasn’t really too mad about it” Yoongi said calmly, sipping his drink.

“From the footage it looked like Namjoon and Y/n took the pills and blacked out. Hobi was drunk too, but when he sobered up he had gotten a call to take them to the warehouse. I figured you had told him to do that.” 

Yoongi raised his eyebrows, “Why the fuck would I want to kidnap and beat up Namjoon? I need him healthy to fight. Don’t be such an idiot Kim"

“It wasn’t just that though. Jimin’s accident happened right after I sent you the video. I figured you were jealous”

Setting his glass down, Yoongi swiveled in his stool to light a cigar before leaning back casually “The video of Y/n and Jimin fucking? Please, I don’t give a shit”

“Well, then I told you that Jungkook showed her the lab and gave her literal heroin so I imagine you weren’t happy about that”

The smoke dissipated slowly from his lips. Taehyung frowned at the scent. “I wasn’t. But still, I didn’t stab him. I was with Y/n, taking care of her because I love her.”

Taehyung clenched his fists. He did not want to hear Yoongi go on and on about how much he loved you, he did not care. He wanted to know who was messing with his plans. Taehyung had things to do. He had operations in play. He couldn’t afford any mistakes.  

“Is that all? Jimin’s album is coming out tomorrow so I need to get some rest” Yoongi scoffed suddenly, “Especially now that Jimin’s gone ahead and brought Y/n into the media’s eye. What a fucking idiot”

“How are you planning on dealing with him? Are you gonna kill him?”

Yoongi laughed. “Taehyung. Seriously. What is up with you these days? If I wanted Jimin dead he would be dead dumbass.” Yoongi clicked his tongue, “Like I said before, I’m not worried about her and Jimin. She hates him. I know she does.”

Taehyung was not expecting that at all. Not from Yoongi. He had seen Yoongi wrench out people’s teeth if they didn’t pay him. He had seen Yoongi shoot innocent people, not even noticing when Taehyung had to turn around and puke his guts out because of it. But looking at the powerful man besides him now, he could barely recognize him.

“Just find out who was giving Hobi those orders and kill them. I don’t care who it is, just kill them. I don’t even want to know. I don’t have time for this”

Taehyung pursed his lips, “Yoongi, you know that Jimin does really like Y/n too, right? Like, he might be falling in love with her.” Yoongi gave him a look indicating that he was not taking him seriously, “I’m serious! I’ve never seen him like this and I’m surprised you aren’t more worried”

“Taehyung. Do you think I’m dumb?” Yoongi’s expression shifted to one of annoyance, “I knew what I was doing when I offered her an internship. I knew what I was doing when I signed Jimin on, knowing full well how much of a fan she is. Of course I knew she would pursue him. I needed her to see for herself, what a bratty piece of shit that man is. I knew she would hate him Taehyung, killing him would mean she might still care. She might still have feelings for him. That’s not what I need. She can only love me. I have to show her I’m better than him”

Yoongi took another puff of his cigar before continuing, “Now, I’ll admit things got fucked up when fucking Namjoon kept on bringing her to Death Valley. Idiot doesn’t take a fucking hint.”

Taehyung gulped down the rest of his drink before slamming the glass on the bar top. “Another please” He waved to the bartender. “I can take Jin off your hands now. He’s seen your face, but he might know stuff so it could be good to keep him alive” Yoongi simply shrugged, setting his cigar aside.

“I don’t care what you do with him. I want her alone tomorrow. I’m coming clean”

-

The next morning, Yoongi brought Taehyung back to the apartment. Taehyung lifted Jin out of the cell and claimed to be taking him to a clinic. After they left, it was just you and Yoongi.

Yoongi crouched down and extended a hand to you, not wanting to come too close. He knew you were upset with him. He could feel it. 

“Morning my love” His voice was songlike, eyes pleading as he looked at you, an absolute mess on the floor, like you were his whole world. “Come on, let me run you a bath. I’m sorry”

You knew if you looked at him for too long you wouldn’t be able to resist. But after everything you had just heard, you wanted to just be alone.

“I’ll explain everything. I promise, I don’t want any lies between us” Reluctantly, you took his hand and he pulled you up into a hug. You teared up at his embrace. You could feel the simple adoration through his touch. You could have just melted into his arms.

Leading you out of the cell, he sat you down in the kitchen while he went to draw a hot bath for you. “Will you be joining me?” You asked him dryly, attempting to put up some attitude in whatever way you could. 

To your surprise he shook his head, “No. I’ll wait till you’re done. Enjoy yourself” You frowned slightly, knowing a part of you didn’t want to hear the answer. “If you need anything just call for me okay?” He took your hands in his, kissing them gently. “After, I want to give you something. I’ve put some clothes for you on the dresser inside”

“Wait” You gasped, taking in his presence fully. “I’m sorry a...about Jimin and the media”

Yoongi shook his head, “It’s not your fault. It’s like you said, he’s just a typical rockstar” The two of your shared a small laugh. You realized then how rarely you had ever seen Yoongi smile. It was a beautiful smile, and you hoped to see it again.

You stepped into Yoongi’s bathroom. It wasn’t very large, but it was very high tech. A modern tub lay with soft white suds dancing over it. You grinned inwardly as you saw how he had laid out a blunt and a lighter for you. The water smelt of lavender, and was just the right temperature as you stripped down and slid in. You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply while appreciating the moment of peace. The eye of the storm. Inside you knew that this might be the only break you would get. Jimin’s album was coming out tomorrow. You had no idea what to expect. 

“Yoongi” You called out, tilting your head back and sinking into the tub deeper. 

He appeared rapidly, not really reacting to your undressed state as he knelt down by the tub, “Everything okay?”

“Stay here” You moved your arm out of the water, soap dripping onto the tiled floor as you tilted Yoongi’s cheek towards you and kissed him deeply. “Join me” You gasped into his mouth, “Please”

Yoongi kept his lips on yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He missed kissing you so much. Not having you the past night had been incredibly hard for him. “No love. I need you to relax. I’m about to tell you some things today and...you might be scared.”

You whined against him, pulling him closer to you while he did little to resist, “But I want you” You pouted.

Yoongi rolled his eyes with a soft smirk, “I want you too love. Don’t stay in there too long okay. Then get dressed and I’ll be in the kitchen” With one final kiss on your lips, he backed away from you, and you slid back into the warm water.

Yoongi had set out a cute little sundress for you, one that was scandalously sheer, but nevertheless cute. The dress felt blissfully light on your body, a slight breeze fluttering up your skirt as you spun around in front of a large mirror. 

You felt sexy, but most of all you felt free. You sighed heavily as you made your way to the kitchen, twirling around playfully before falling back into Yoongi’s embrace. 

“Hey” You got on your tippy toes to allow Yoongi to plant a kiss on your lips from behind you, smiling into one another. There was that smile again. It made your heart melt like butter. 

He wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck, “Fuck love you smell so good. You look so good.” You giggled as you felt his erection press up on your ass “How can I control myself...” His words were breathless as his hands trailed down to the hem of your dress, lifting it lightly to reveal the frilly lingerie he had bought for you. He cursed under his breath, pulling your ass back against him.

“Ah ah! You said you were gonna give me something” You teased, getting your payback for earlier. Yoongi nodded, reaching into the drawer to bring out a box. He slid it onto the kitchen counter “Is this for me?” He nods as you excitedly open the box. In it is a pistol, with gold accents and your initials engraved onto the side with what looked like diamonds. Beneath the device was a magazine of matching color. You looked at Yoongi with shock.

“I had it made just for you. Do you like it?” His hands covered yours as he guided you to take the gun into your hands and load the magazine into it. “I hope you never have to use it. But I needed you to have something to protect yourself” He turned and pulled your wrists to aim the barrel against his heart. “You could even kill me if you wanted to”

You were at a loss for words, but Yoongi continued, keeping the gun in your hand aimed at himself “I’m not a good guy Y/n. I’m dangerous. That’s why I had Taehyung take you out of Death Valley that night and had to throw you into that cell.” He gave you so space backing away. You felt bad, knowing that he must be feeling anxious to reveal himself to you, despite you knowing exactly what he was going to say.

You tried to give him a comforting look, unable to move your hands from his steady grip, “I’m a gangster.”

He waited for you to react. You weren’t sure what to do, so you just parted your lips in feigned shock. Wow! No way! Really! You felt like laughing, but his gaze was so serious you stopped yourself.

"I have a drug syndicate. At Death Valley. The money I make from that I use to gamble. That’s why we have the fights. I have boys trained and bet money on them. We make millions through that but really it’s just power plays” He looks away from you momentarily, “Anyways, no one knows that I, Min Yoongi, am the one running things there, but still I have a lot of enemies. A lot of people would love to see me dead. To see me lose.”

“Since you’re my partner, you are a liability. I need you to be safe. Normally I’ll have someone from the gang accompany you wherever you go. You won’t know who it is so don’t worry about it, it’s just in case anything happens” 

Partner? Since when? You frowned slightly at the label. Then again, this guy did carve his name into your skin. Maybe that was how big scary gangsters asked girls out these days, who were you to judge. 

“I don’t want you to be scared of me okay” Yoongi finally took the gun from you and set it aside, “Me giving you this means I trust you. With my secret and my life.”

You began to feel flustered. You hadn’t even thought about what it would mean to actually date or be associated with a gang member, let alone a kingpin. Now the media thought you were dating Jimin, who was also conveniently high up in all this. 

“I know it’s a lot” Yoongi said. “You can always ask me if you have questions. Now let’s get to work okay. Big day coming, I need my your expert opinion by my side”

-

The low growl of the engine was the only sound to be heard as Taehyung drove Jin to his own home. The world came still as he parked the car. Sighing heavily, he checked his radar before exiting the car, lifting Jin.

“You think you can stand buddy?” Jin nodded, and Taehyung slowly helped him find steady ground. He held Jin up, assisting him as they walked in through the back entrance to his basement. 

A single lightbulb illuminated just enough for Taehyung and Jin to see each other’’s faces. Nothing more, nothing less. Wiping sweat from his forehead, he placed Jin into a chair. 

“So it’s this Yoongi guy huh” Jin remarked. “And surprise surprise...you’re his little bitch too. Do your lips hurt from all the ass you have to kiss?”

“Oh please, Yoongi can go to hell for all I care.” Taehyung chuckled, surveying an array of knives that were displayed on the wall before his eyes settled on a small blade, curved ever so slightly. “I do need you to keep your mouth shut about me to Jimin though. If it weren’t for me, Yoongi would have let you rot in there”

Jin tilted his head, a small smile growing on his face as he understood the implications of Taehyung’s words, “I see. You’re plotting against both of them huh?”

“What’s I’m plotting is none of your goddamn business, Officer. So tell me, what’s it gonna take to keep you quiet hm? Money? More coke?”

“You know, I might be able to help you. You’re playing a dangerous game Taehyung. I know what you’re doing and I know how you plan on doing it. You’re using Y/n as bait. You’re using her to pin Jimin against Yoongi so you can sweep in and take over.”

Taehyung froze. First he smiled, then burst out into giggles before full on laughing. “It’s that obvious huh? Fine, hypothetically let’s say we work together. What’s in it for you?”

Jin licked his lips, “All I ask, is that when the dust settles, Y/n is mine. I know things Taehyung. I’m a cop after all”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and sighed, “Is that it?”

“And I get to kill them. My way”

Taehyung took a moment to think. “Okay Officer. You might just have yourself a deal.”

-

The clicking of the keyboard resonated through Yoongi’s office that was all but quiet as the chaos of an upcoming release had taken the whole building by storm. 

He had you sitting on his thigh, hands around his neck as he would run final details by you. But with the way he would occasionally tap his foot, causing his leg to vibrate underneath you, you couldn’t help craving him more and more with each passing minute.

He wouldn’t react as you nibbled his ear, placed kisses on his neck. You sighed loudly, sexual frustration building up within you. Finally you slid down a strap of your dress, letting it, along with your bra, glide down your breast. You tried to pull his chin towards you but he was too caught up in reading the emails he had gotten.

You really did respect the guy. For whatever he is, he took his work...of all kinds...very seriously. That itself turned you on. “Yoongi” You cooed at him, causing him to hum slightly.

“Yes love?” He muttered, a hint of annoyance in his voice. 

“Look” He finally surrendered to you, allowing you to turn his chin to see your perky breast in his line of vision. He was surprised, looking at you briefly before placing his mouth over you and suckling you roughly. 

You bit your lip, his tongue felt hot as he rolled it around your nipples. He took his time, lapping away at you, digging his teeth and gliding his wet lips over the perked bud. 

You buried your face into his soft black hair, his musky scent overwhelming you. Stuttering his name from your lips as he continued to suck your tit harshly, his hands trailed up your bare legs under the skirt of your dress to tug at the waistline of your panties. He let his fingers glide beneath the soft lace, teasing you.

Yoongi gave your breast a final sloppy kiss, before he let go with a pop, looking up at your fucked out face. He chuckled, bringing one hand to slide down your other strap and then tenderly squeezing your other breast. He rolled the tip between his fingers before placing his mouth of it.

Heat was coiling in your chest, soft whines leaving your parted lips. You moved from his thigh to straddle his waist, rolling your hips against his growing bulge. The friction shot pleasure through your core, making you leak with desire. 

You were sure Yoongi could feel how wet you were. Nevertheless his focus remained on ravishing your breast. He left chaste kisses on your eager nub, nipping away as his mouth tenderly sucked, making sure to give it as much attention as the other. 

His kisses then trailed between your breasts, traveling up to your neck where they became rougher. His movements tickled you, making you squirm as he kissed beneath your jaw, tilting your face back. 

“Mmm that’s enough love, we can’t here” He mumbled. You groaned in complaint, panting with frustration as Yoongi’s lips left your skin and his hands pulled your straps back onto your shoulders. “I booked us a room somewhere special for a few days because our bedroom is still fucked up from the other night. We can have each other there, I promise, okay love?”

-

Yoongi was a man of taste. Being in the rock industry, he was used to things being grunge and edgy, but personally he always had a soft spot for excellence. That’s why, while maintaining the all black getup, he would dress in silk shirts, pure silver jewelry and diamond studded jackets. 

He had picked a hotel not too far from the label, but one of the finest places in miles around. It was the same venue that would be the site of Jimin’s album release event the following night. Yoongi had booked out the largest suite in the building, wanting to show you the best night of your life. 

And you had a feeling it would be, as you walked in to the large room, lit with purple LED undertones that complemented the fading sunset that was gleaming in through the expansive glass wall. On the bed was a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice.

“Holy shit” You mumbled, wandering around as Yoongi directed the bellboys to bring in the luggage. Yoongi insisted he would take care of all your needs when packing. He claimed to have someone go back to your apartment and grab some of your essential items, but also insisted in buying you new things. You had to admit, gangster or not, Yoongi really knew how to spoil a girl.

You leaned against the glass, peering out at the skyline, a bright coral pink even still. Yoongi came up besides you, tilting your face towards him to kiss you fondly. 

“Can I pour you a drink love?” He sighed into your mouth. You nodded, watching as Yoongi pulled the champagne out of the bucket, popping the cork and pouring two glasses with ease. He hands you one, clinking his own against yours. You took a few sips, savoring the slightly sour bubbly liquid before setting your glass aside. Yoongi pulled you towards him by the waist. 

“This is all amazing Yoongi” You wrapped your arms around his neck. He caressed your hips, swaying you against him almost as though you were slow dancing. After a quick peck to the lips he spoke again,

“I’ve been thinking about the future. How would you like to work for me full time? As a junior producer?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “I...wow, I would love that, that would be the dream” Yoongi smiled, gliding his lips over your cheek, behind your ear where he began to leave small wet kisses. His hands trailed up your sides and he hooked his fingers under the strap of your dress, tugging it so the garment slid seamlessly off your body and onto a pile on the floor.

“Shit” Yoongi bit his lip, eying you up and down in your angelic lingerie. “Just missing one thing” You pouted as he stepped away from you, walking over to a cabinet to pull a studded black collar and leash from the drawer. 

He wrapped the collar around your neck carefully, adjusting the strap so that it was nice and tight. He admired the way it looked against your skin, tracing and tugging on it with his fingers.

“Beautiful.” Taking the leash in his hand, he gently pushed you down onto your knees, stroking your cheek as you looked up at him eagerly. “You know what to do” He blew a kiss at you teasingly.

You began to unbutton his pants, sliding them down along with his boxers. Licking you lips, you took his length into your hands, stroking him slowly, looking up for his validation. 

He groaned at your touch “Look at you hm?” His fingers harshly ran along your jaw, pulling playfully at your bottom lip “So fucking pretty”

He tugged your lip forward, prompting you to get your mouth on his cock, his other hand holding himself steady against the wall. You wrapped your lips around the tip, letting you tongue circle around.

Your breath hitched as Yoongi suddenly tugged at your leash, forcing his cock down your throat. You gagged immediately, but he kept your face pulled forward.

You flattened your tongue, allowing Yoongi to thrust himself against the slippery sensation. His cock filled your throat, making it impossible for you to breathe. You could taste the sour pre-cum against the rigid veins all over his girthy length. 

He loved the way you took him, so messy. You slobbered all over his cock, the sounds of you choking and coughing like music to his ears. Your lips were swollen and fucked out, eyes bulging as you desperately tried to maintain yourself. Tears built at the corned of your eyes making him buck his hips. You were his. Like he had always wanted. He finally owned you.

You felt his cum shoot straight down your throat, causing you to gasp in desperation, cheeks hollowing enough to allow him to push even further down your throat. Once you surrendered to swallow, Yoongi pulled out, a mixture of cum and saliva dripping all over your face. 

“Bend over, hands on the wall” He ordered through gritted teeth. He lined himself up behind you, sneaking a finger deep into your heat, relishing in the wet pool of your arousal and how you leaked out all over his palm. He pushed another finger in, pumping you furiously before his eyes narrowed in on your back.

You felt his fingers fall out, causing you to whine. A sudden tug of the leash pulled you back into his chest. 

“What is this?” He growled, a finger gliding over the knife scar through his name on your back. You stuttered, the collar knocking the breath out of you. “Who did this?”  He dug his nails into you making you wince. 

“W..what are you talking about?” Yoongi turned you around and slapped you hard.

“You know what I’m talking about. Who marked you? Who fucking dared?” He was yelling loudly despite being so close to your face. You tried to turn away but he wouldn’t let you.

“I...” You gulp. If you told Yoongi it was Jin, he would definitely go kill him. You needed Jin to be alive, in fact you were hardly even sure if he was anymore. A part of you knew Taehyung wouldn’t actually kill him. He didn’t deserve to die, not for something like this. “I don’t know”

Yoongi glared at you, the fire in his eyes evident. He dragged you relentlessly to the bed, taking the leash and using it to tie your arms to your chest. 

“You wanna play fucking games huh?” Yoongi screamed. You trembled, his demeanor beginning to scare you, “I’ll show you. I’ll fucking show you what happens when you hide something from me. You’re staying like this, locked in here until you decide to tell me the truth you got that?”

Tears were already streaking down your face as you nodded. Yoongi scowled at you before climbing in the other side of the bed and turning off the lights. 

-

Hobi arrived at the banquet hall. Preparations were already being made. The hustle of his coworkers preparing for the album release press conference and the subsequent celebration. 

A few people greeted him, but looking around he noticed an absence of a certain energy. Jimin was sitting on the stage, reading over his answer sheets while his make-up artists poked at his face.

Hobi didn’t feel an ounce of guilt about what he had done to Jimin. He never liked the guy, despite having to put up a cordial face around him. It was tough for him to help Jimin put songs together when he just wanted to wrench his guts out and put a bullet through his head. 

He tried avoiding the star when he could, but Jimin sought him out “Hey Hobi c’mere” Jimin snapped his fingers, pushing away the people surrounding him. Hobi took a deep breath before approaching him.

“Have you seen Y/n?”

Hobi raised his eyebrows. He at first had not been sure if you would have actually been killed or not after Jin’s little stunt the other night. It was a relief to him when he saw you appear in the news at Jimin’s side, but he was confused. 

“I figured she was here already. Maybe she’s with Yoongi” Jimin rolled his eyes, “That motherfucker, honestly. Did you know those two were hanging out because I fucking didn’t” Jimin hissed. “He branded her. Apparently they got really high, she said it was an accident but I dunno that’s a bit much even for Yoongi. You should have seen how pissed off he was”

“Hanging out?” Hobi asked curiously, “Y/n and Yoongi?” He felt his stomach flip uncomfortably. “Yoongi never hangs out with employees, let alone interns”

Jimin shrugged, “Can’t blame him honestly. She’s a temptress. I’ve slept with her a bunch of times and it just keeps getting better and better”

Hobi did everything in his power not to slug Jimin in his face, out of respect to the make up artists who had spent so long trying to make this bastard look presentable. “I know” 

“You do?” Jimin grinned, “Right...you who almost dated for half a second there. Then Yoongi and his fucking rules came and blew it all up” Jimin playfully pushed Hobi’s shoulder, “Man. You gotta just claim what’s yours and say fuck em. Next time. She’s mine now though, sorry”

Hobi rolled his eyes, knowing full well that you loathed Jimin. Nevertheless, the spoilt brat had a point. When the fuck did Yoongi hang out with Y/n? It didn’t make sense. 

Turning to one of the overseeing secretaries, Hobi questioned which room Yoongi was staying, intending to pay him a quick visit. The secretary gave him the room number, warning him that Yoongi had mentioned he might be unavailable in the morning as he had a few errands to run. 

Hobi wandered through the hotel, heading to the elevator to arrive at the top floor with all the suites. When he arrived at the door, he noticed the sign on the handle with raised eyebrows. Nevertheless he knocked “Yoongi! It’s me? Can we chat for a bit?”

“Hobi! Oh my God Hobi help me! Get me out of here!” Goosebumps appeared all over him as your shrill voice leaked through the door, “I can’t move please”

His hands were trembling. What the hell was going on? He budged at the door but it was locked. Cursing under his breath, he pulled out his gun, taking the handle and using it to knock of the handle. He pushed through the door, swallowing thickly as he saw you, leash hooked up to the bed frame, hands tied, in such a sexy little lingerie set his heart felt like exploding then and there.

“What the fuck?” Hobi rushed over to you, untying you from your restraints and clicking off the collar. Your hands went to your neck, soothing the red marks that had appeared due to the tight hold. “Yoongi did this?”

You nodded “He was punishing me. He was gonna keep me locked in here” You wanted to cry but you couldn’t even find it within yourself. Hobi noticed how defeated you looked. He hated seeing you like this.

“Why?”

You looked into his eyes, sighing at the true ignorance. Hobi knew so little about everything you had been through, you didn’t have the heart to place the burden onto him.

“Can we just get out of here? Please? I need a fucking drink” He nodded, rubbing the pads of his fingers softly over the imprints of the tight bands on your arms. “Let me get changed. That motherfucker was gonna make me miss my first album release party,” You scoffed, laughing bitterly as you stood up, “I’ll fucking show him. I’m gonna look hot as fuck and I’m gonna be all over Jimin tonight”

Hobi blinked at you in amusement but said nothing as you marched off into the bathroom.

“Come on” You called back to him, curling your finger to motion him towards you teasingly “Are you really gonna pass up the chance to fuck me in the shower?”

“Damn, you’re really something” Hobi mumbled, unable to hide the blush that grew on his cheeks. 

You didn’t bother taking off your underwear, you could see how turned on Hobi was from seeing you just by the gleam in his eye. You playfully bounced into the shower, turning the water cold.  The white lace on your body dampened, making the coverage practically negligible. 

Hobi almost choked seeing you. You tilted your head back and let the water fall directly on your breasts. You could hear the click of his buckled as he undressed himself quickly to join you.

“Shit this is cold” Hobi touched the water before sliding into the glass cube behind you. You turned around to face him, smiling mischievously. “Can daddy clean me up?” You pouted at him, winking. Hobi rolled his eyes.

“Jesus Y/n” Hobi pulled your hips forward before lifting you into his arms, “You’re such a slut for me aren’t you? All you fucking want is daddy’s big cock is that it?”

You nodded rapidly. “Yeah. Want your cock” You slid your hand down his chest, biting your lip.

“Of course you do baby” He pressed your back against the glass, the ice cold water hitting his back as he rolled his hips into you. His hand snaked around beneath you to push aside your soaked panties and touch your throbbing clit. “Look at me baby. Does that feel good?” He began to rub small circles, watching the way your body responded to him.

“Y...yes” You groaned, burying your face into his wet hair, nails digging into his back as you held on tight. Hobi grunted, gliding his finger back to trace along your folds.

“So fucking needy baby. No one fucks you as good as I do huh?” Hobi’s hot breath tickled your ear. “You missed me didn’t you, you slut. Only I know how you really like it” He pushed one finger in “Isn’t that right?”

You nodded, a sobbing mess of moans muffling into his neck as he rapidly pumped his finger into you, “Yes” You exhaled, “Want Daddy. Only want Daddy”

“I know. Oh, you poor little thing” He shoved another finger in, making you mewl as he stretched you out, “Do you think about me huh? When Jimin’s ramming his cock into do you think about me?” Your pussy clenched down at his words, “Did you fuck Yoongi too? Our boss, god you are such a little whore aren’t you?”

He slid in a third finger and you began to scream out in pleasure, “Oh fuck Hobi yes, right there right there” You panted heavily, “More...please” The mention of Yoongi’s name had you leaking all over. 

The thought that he could just come back in at any moment had you falling apart. He would look so fucking angry. He would probably kill Hobi on the spot. 

Why did that turn you on so much?

Heat pulsed through your body. Hobi slid his fingers out, spanking your pussy before sliding you down onto your feet.

“I missed you” Hobi said weakly. Your eyes softened. You knew you were taking advantage of him. You knew your heart was really elsewhere, as much as you wished it wasn’t. 

“Kiss me” You didn’t want to think, you cupped his face bringing it to yours and pressing your lips against his. You poured yourself into the kiss, the roll of your hips matching the way your lips wrestled one another. 

Hobi deepened the kiss, pining your wrists above your head. He gasped as he pulled away, staring darkly into your eyes, “Do you want Daddy’s big cock?” You nodded, his lips barely inched from yours “Yeah? Want Daddy to fuck you good? Fill you up with his cum? Fuck his babies into you huh? You want that?”

He turned you around, hand gripping under your thigh to prop your leg up onto the sliding shower door handle. You winced at the stretch but Hobi didn’t react. You feel him slap his hot cockhead against your ass. Holding your hips steady, he slid his cock into you easily. Your slick inviting him in deep into your throbbing heat. You whimpered as his dick pushed through your walls, filling you to the brim. 

“Good girl” He growled, “Such a good warm little pussy for daddy, such a good fucking girl oh goddd” He slowly pulled out before thrusting back in. His pace was excruciatingly slow, but the burn of him pumping you in and out felt so good. 

“Fuck I’m close Daddy” You were practically drooling, lips parted in pure bliss as Hobi fucked you deeper and deeper, your head slamming against the glass. “Want you to fill me up daddy. Want your cum” You whined.

“You feel so fucking good baby. Go ahead and cum,” Hobi kissed you again “Cum for Daddy, come on” He quickened his pace as he felt your tight walls begin to twitch around his cock. He could hear your wetness as he pistons into you under your breathless screams. 

“I’m gonna cum Daddy..I..I..” Your eyes were clenched close as you let out a high pitched scream, your hot arousal dripping all over Hobi’s cock as your walls squeezed him tight. He bucked his hips as you came, groaning as he tried to fuck you through it. 

“Shit.” Hobi cursed under his breath as he felt himself come undone immediately after, his sticky cum shooting deep inside of you. “God that was so good” He sighed, landing a lazy kiss on your lips.

You sighed, savoring the small aftershocks of arousal that had you trembling in his embrace. Enjoying the final momentary pleasure before the wild night ahead of you.

-

Jimin stood outside the banquet hall and tightened his tie. There were only a few more minutes until his album officially came out. Fixing loose strands of his hair, he sighed. He wanted you by his side but you were no where to be seen. 

“Jiminnnn” The pitch of your voice gave you away easily. Jimin glowed in anticipation of you. His heart stopped as you arose from the hallway. You looked absolutely stunning in a classy sleeveless pantsuit. 

“Baby” You giggled. Jimin frowned slightly, noticing how you stumbled into his arms before giving you a peck on the lips. “Are you excitedddd?” You slurred your words. “Everyone’s gonna loveeeee your music”

He inhaled your scent, scrunching his nose as he recognized the stench of whiskey on your breath. “Baby. You’re drunk”

“Come onnnnn, everyone is waiting for you at the party” You tugged at his tie. Jimin sighed, he couldn’t help but surrender to your cuteness despite his gut telling him not to bring you there. 

“Jimin...this is my dream.” You giggled, almost losing your balance before Jimin caught you into his arms. “I’m Park Jimin’s girlfriendddd” Jimin dragged you outside slowly, sheepishly bowing to the other people who began giving the pair of you dirty looks. “Hey!” You yelled suddenly, “I’m Park Jimin’s girlfriend! I love him!”

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat. “You...what?” He began trembling, an overwhelming flush of emotions seizing him. “Really?”

You nodded, a big teethy smile on your face. Jimin blushed. “I...” She’s just drunk. He sighed. “Come on baby” He wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you down to the banquet hall. 

The venue was gorgeous. It had a red and black theme that matched Jimin’s album cover. Champagne was being served at every nook and corner. The room broke out into applause as Jimin walked in, you glued to his side.

Jimin’s eyes scanned the room looking for Yoongi. He was no where to be seen.

Jimin waved to his guests, thanking them for the cheer before he turned to you. He stroked your face, gazing into your glittering eyes with nothing but adoration. He felt his eyes tear up as the thought occured to him that maybe it really was you.

He had written so many baseless love songs, songs about yearning, song about searching for someone to make his life worth it again. Maybe it was you. Were you his happy ending?

His mind wandered to what could be. What might be if he marries you, you go on tour together, making love in every city over the world. You would be his biggest fan, his lifeline, and he would love you endlessly. He wanted that. So bad. Did you?

He twirled you around before dipping you down princess style and kissing you passionately. The room burst into cheers as you smiled into one another.

“Sir” One of the staff members tapped on Jimin’s shoulder urgently, “Sorry to interrupt, there’s something you should know” The staff member leaned in to whisper something into Jimin’s ear. You watched as his eyes went wide with shock. 

“I...I need to go. Excuse me” Jimin pardoned himself from the crowd, rushing out of the banquet hall. You followed him.

“Jimin! What is it? What happened?” You held onto his arm.

“He’s dead” Jimin muttered, “Fuck. SHIT. He’s dead” 

Your heart dropped. “Who...?”

“Taehyung. Taehyung is dead”

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a/n: i hope this makes up for how shitty part 6 was ahahaha. gosh i must have rewritten this like 4 times. but yeah drop those theories in my asks bbs <3 who killed tae? where’s yoongi? what’s jin up to? joon and kook will be back in action in part 8, next week dw ;) 

also that detail abt jin not listing you fucking taehyung when he’s spanking you is intentional

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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

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death valley finale (dark v.) | part 3 (m) | teaser

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  teaser smut ft: jimin x reader wc: 1k

genre: smut. yandere. thriller. mafia!au rockstar!au

teaser warnings: penetrative sex, groping, breast play, choking, praise, heavy drug & alcohol use, implied masochism, rough sex, implied oral sex, implied illicit photography, manipulation, brief suggestion of death

a/n: i know ive been really busy so heres a little sneak peek teaser type thing. im really so sorry for the delay but hope you enjoy this in the meanwhile!

Breathless, the city lights glimmered in your eyes. It was a rush, seeing the world from this high in the air. From the balcony of Jimin’s penthouse, where you floated—a tight red bikini submerged in the scalding waves of his hottub. Red that matched the soft hue of coming from beneath the water, red like the color of your eyes as Jimin came up behind you, pulling the blunt from your lips so he could take a hit himself. Proceeding to trail his lips across your jaw. Thick smoke dancing against your skin. Exhaling bliss into your pliant lips.

You inhaled him. Everything he was, you let him consume you. Eyes crossed, elevated beyond sanity as he deepened this kiss, groaning against you. Hands tugging the string at your hips, allowing the garment to float away as his ringed fingers slid up your folds. Finding your clit, he bit your lip, tugging on it with a growl. Fingers caressing the sensitive flesh with tender intension.

“Jimin—“ You sighed, eyes half lidded as his palm made home over the fabric of your bikini, fondling you lightly. The tempting press of his erection nudging into your ass. He left you in gasps, moving his lips behind your ear where he could whisper sweet nothings. Filthy promises. Dirty lies.

The two of you hadn’t left the apartment in days, trapped in a haze of liquid courage, nothing but moans and the slick slapping of skin on skin, steadily harmonizing. Each time convinced you had already reached nirvana, only to be proven wrong. Bottles on bottles of liquor open as he’d tug your hair back, pouring it down your throat, licking the spill from the edge of your lips until he’d swallow you into him.

Until you’d find yourself pushed back, with Jimin pouring tequila down your body, licking all the way to your cunt. A man deprived. A man with unquenchable desire. Letting the bitter liquid fill your core before slurping it out of you. Screams filling the room as you’d hold his hands, clawing into his palms as he ate you out, high off your sweet arousal. It burned terribly. It was obscene, dirty, painful—and you loved it.

After sucking you dry, he’s shower you with praise. You were his good girl. His little whore. Tongues intertwined. Nails raking across each others backs, bodies covered in sweat. Imprints of his hands bruised around your neck, hickies all over your skin. Wrapping your tongue around him, kneading him good as he would tug your hair.

You’d fall apart, gasping for air with him right next to you. Only for him to pull you into the shower just to do it all over again. You ached—ached bad. In the best possible way. Knees weak. Trembling with pleasure.

“God I can never get enough of you” He mumbled, teeth sinking into your neck as he gripped your breasts. Pinching your nipples, he enjoyed the way you winced in his hold before ripping the bra off you, tossing it across the ledge.

“Jimin!” You squealed, giggling as the two of you watched it fall many stories down. He smirked, turning you gently so that you could wrap your legs around his hips, hands knowing to find your ass, carrying you through the water. He looked up at you in amazement. There was no way for you to know how beautiful you looked to him in that moment. His hands crawling up your back as he began to lower you onto his throbbing cock.

“I love you so much” His words were quiet, but you heard them with every move he made. He settled you down onto him, basking in the sensation of your warmth, tightly gripping around his length. "Fuckkk baby”, he lifted you, cock dragging against your walls, sending heat shooting through your veins. 

Water spilt over the edge, sloshing around as Jimin began to pull you back down, pumping you slowly— not leaving your eyes for a second as he bounced you on his dick. You gripped his shoulders, allowing him to move you as he wished. His lips latched onto your erect nipple, gnawing on it lightly before suckling the sensitive nub with his tongue.

“I love you too” How could you not? With the way he was worshipping every inch of your chest with the wet glide of his tongue. With the way he filled your every crevice, leaving no part of you untouched. The way he pampered you and praised you. 

It was everything you ever wanted. Right?

Your heart dropped, a pair of eyes invading your memory as yours fluttered shut. The sly smile of a man who petrified you. Who adored you. Who would do anything to get his hands on you. You were a prisoner to him, and he was trapped inside your head.

Pushing the thoughts out of your head as fast as they came, your refocused onto Jimin. “Fuck me harder” You whined, hands finding his so that you could pull them to your neck “Please Jimin…please I need you so bad”

The rockstar chuckled, choking you lightly before pulling out. He moved so fast, you were dizzy by the time he bent you over the ledge, guiding his cock easily back into your sopping heat. Fingers gripped around your jaw he pulled you back against him, teeth grazing against your cheek as he pounded you. Heavy cock hitting you deep with every thrust.

You were faded. Too drunk to mind as he filled you with his seed, plugging you up and keeping you there. Too drunk to react to the fact that across the neighboring buildings, paparazzi were having an absolute field day. Too drunk to see Namjoon’s 30 missed calls.

Too drunk to comprehend two simple words flashing on your phone screen before it too slipped off the ledge:

Yoongi’s dead.

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nexus (m) | part 1

pairing: ot7 x reader smut ft: namjoon x reader

genre: smut, thriller, slow burn, casino!au elite!au gang/organized crime!au, childhoodfriends-to-lovers, enemies-to-lovers, strangers-to-lovers

premise: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you practically grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and now engaged to the youngest. but when you’re suddenly being framed for a murder you did not commit, you start to question truth about your life. the truth about the people you swore your loyalty to, and the extent they’ll go to keep it

summary: the youngest Kim heir returns home to get engaged. what was supposed to be a trip of celebrations quickly turns south when he finds his older brother dead

wc: 6k

warnings: explicit smut; reader discretion is advised; rough sex, manipulation, coersion, virginity loss, angst, hurt, comfort, cum facial, brief oral, dumbification, breast play, praise, unprotected sex, lack of after care, coping mechanisms, alcohol, subtle references to gambling, toxic behaviors (namjoon is an ~asshole~), heavy sexual tension, nudity, mention of character death, mentions of chronic disease, family conflict, descriptions of anxiety/panic attacks*please dont read if this triggers you!*, references to drugs, hospitals, police/cops, cursing, seokjin is fucking sexy as fuck holy fuck

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a/n: HI BABES. omg this one BURNS baby. like fuck, if you aren't thirsting for the Kim boys after this one,,,,,just buckle up ;) hope you enjoy <3

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⟶ many years ago ⟵

Tilting his neck, Namjoon let out a heaving sigh. The whiskey glass rolling in his palm as he leaned against the railing. The balcony overlooked the gardens where he had grown up. Taking a sip, he let the bitter liquid roll in his mouth. Remembering days far more peaceful, more innocent. When he would sit upon the stone benches, reading a hefty novel—something his mother would have given him, while you and Jin would play cards in the grass, and Taehyung would watch excitedly.

It always irritated Namjoon. The way baby Taehyung would trail you like a lost lamb, eyes wide and cheeks full, latching onto you whenever he could. Always such a fucking brat, Namjoon thought to himself, he would come running up to him and Jin—ultimately succeeding in dragging Jin into his shenanigans because Jin always had a soft spot for the young boy. Hyung, is Y/n a princess? It made Namjoon want to gouge his eyes out on the spot but Jin had simply smiled, crouching down to ruffle his hair. Yes she is. She’s our princess. And hence, the nickname stuck.

It was pretty accurate. You were royally spoilt as far as he was concerned. For as much resentment as Namjoon had for his older brother, he equally held it for you. You weren’t even family, and yet his own mother doted on you far more than he.

And now she was gone. His whole life all he wanted was to get the respect, the status he deserved. He was smarter than his brothers, more ambitious, more worthy. All he wanted was for her to say it. To see that he deserved to be head of the family. But it was too late.

He could hear you walk in. He knew you were too fucking scared of him to actually announce your presence. He scowled, setting his glass down.

“You’re not allowed in here”

“Don’t be like that” He heard your footsteps nearing, “Not today,” He flinched as your hand landed on his arm, “Let me be there for you today”

“Get out. I don’t need you.” He paused, before bitterly adding “None of us do”

You sighed, expecting his harsh words, “Namjoon, what if I need you?”

Namjoon faced you finally, eyebrows raised at your statement. His heart clenched, seeing the tears spilt down your cheeks. He stiffened, unsure how to proceed. He was certain he didn’t care about you and yet, he was a sucker for your tears. You knew he was.

“Stop” He warned, stepping towards you, “Stop fucking crying” His fists clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms. Blood boiling inside as your tears continued to flow freely. You buried your face into his chest, soft sobs leaving your lips as you broke down.

Namjoon looked at you, arms away from your body as though he was unsure if he should even touch you. If you would break into pieces if he did. You gripped onto his shirt for dear life, soaking through the fabric. Sighing, Namjoon let his hands rest awkwardly on your shoulders.

Truth be told, there were tears in his own eyes. But he didn’t want you to see. Didn’t want anyone to see because, he didn’t cry. He wasn’t weak. Things didn’t matter to him, especially not the death of that God-forsaken mother of his.

Lies. Today, even Namjoon couldn’t bring himself to believe it. His mother was gone. Dead. She had fought a long battle with cancer, but even despite having access to the best doctors and facilities, her fate had been sealed. The death of his mother made a lot of people very happy, and some people sad, but Namjoon was fucking angry. Because his mother dying meant he could no longer prove himself to her. It meant she couldn’t change her will. It mean Jin was getting everything that he deserved.

He wanted Jin to hurt. He wanted to destroy him, he always had but especially now. As you cried in his arms, a small grin tugged at his face. He knew that his brother considered you his world. That his brother would do just about anything for you.

So just imagine what he would do, if Namjoon got to have you like Jin never could. No matter what power Jin held in the family now, Jin could never say that he took your virginity, not if Namjoon did it first. Hurting you—breaking you—would break him.

And fuck if that thought alone didn’t make him hard.

“Look at me” Namjoon forced himself to sound softer. To play at your heart strings. You blinked, looking adorable pressed up against him. He wiped your tears with his thumb, smiling at you. He knew you wanted this. He had heard time and time again the way you’d play with yourself, chanting his name when you thought no one was listening.

He knew he could get you to do anything.

And he did, sliding his lips onto yours, he didn’t offer you a space to question him as he lifted you by the waist, setting you onto the edge of the balcony.

You melted into his touch, he could tell you didn’t have much experience but he didn’t mind. It excited him. The thought that he could tarnish you—ruin you.

He wasn’t about to ask you what you wanted. Taking on the momentum of your confusion he lifted you up, carrying you easily back towards his bed where he laid you down sweetly.

He didn’t want to be so careful, he would have preferred to slam you against a wall, legs around his waist and pump his thick cum deep inside you while choking your neck until you couldn’t breath, but—that wouldn’t work on you. You were soft. You were in love with him.

Whatever the fuck that meant.

Namjoon was smart enough to know what you wanted to hear. You were vulnerable, you were sad, and frankly so was he. So today he would pretend, for your sake—for his own sake.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” Your face lit up, allowing Namjoon to climb over you, carefully unzipping the back of your dress while he nuzzled against your neck. “You’re so fucking pretty, you know that?”

“W-what, Namjoon I—”

“Ssh” Pulling off your dress, Namjoon took a moment to admire your body. He always thought it was funny that his family’s money was used on your things—your clothes, your underwear.

Technically, in a way, he owned you.

He knelt down to meet your lips again. You were evidently getting the hang of it, finally gathering the courage to move your hands and cup his face. He deepened the kiss, tasting the sweet gloss on your lips before pushing his tongue inside to tangle with your own.

Breaking the kiss, you were panting heavily, “Wait, just” You held your hand against his chest, stopping him from diving back in for more. “Slow down…it’s my f-first time”

I know. “Oh,” Namjoon feigned ignorance, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize” He got up, pretending as though he took your words as a rejection because he knew you would—

“Don’t go” Your voice was pleading, eyes wide and quivering. You lay in nothing but your bra and panties, waiting patiently for him to fuck you into oblivion. Good fucking girl.

“Are you sure baby?” Namjoon traced the inside of your thighs, tickling the plush skin and you twitched. “You want this. You do, don’t you?” He kissed the top of your knee, “You love me, right?”

“O-of course” You gasped as Namjoon’s lips trailed up your leg. Each kiss resounding, he took his time, savoring your whimpers. He wanted you to burn for him, to surrender to him completely.

He found your lips once again, hands hovering over your bra when he looked at you, “May I?” Internally, he groaned. He would have torn the damn thing off with his teeth by now.

You nodded, unsure exactly what was happening but you would find out real soon, as Namjoon unclipped your bra, licking his lips as he tossed it aside.

“Can you?” You mumbled, reaching for his collar, “I-I mean, y-your shirt is still on”

Namjoon smirked, straightening himself to unbutton his own shirt. He enjoyed the way your eyes widened, seeing his body up close.

“Undo my belt” He instructed. You nodded rapidly, reaching for the designer piece, fumbling it in your shaking hands. Namjoon’s own, larger ones covering them to guide you until you clicked the belt off, unzipping his trousers so he could kick them off along with his boxers.

“Oh wow” Your voice cracked, watching as his long, thick length popped out. He stroked it a few times, warming himself up. You widened your thighs, your whole body shaking in anticipation.

“You love me,” Namjoon reminded you as he yanked down your panties, “So you’d do anything for me right?”

“Yeah”

“This is gonna hurt” He confessed, fitting his tip at your entrance. “But you’re gonna let me do this, because it’ll make the pain go away, and I need that” His palm brushed against your cheek, “I need you. Like you said.” Steadying your hips, he pushed into you slowly. You hissed at the intrusion, an odd, painful feeling boiling in your core.

“Namjoon—” You reached for him as he growled, you were so fucking tight, he could barely get in. Pushing your thighs out more, you winced in pain but he didn’t care. “Namjoon, ow, wait—”

Shut the fuck up, Namjoon wanted to scream. Instead he took a deep breath, halting his advances and looking at you.

“I love you, Y/n” The lie left his mouth easily, no guilt coming with it. He could see you blush, you tried to suppress the smile on your face but you simply couldn’t. It was everything you ever wanted. What a fucking idiot. “I always have…I’ve just been too scared to admit it…I thought you would reject me”

You laughed weakly, reaching for his arm, “I would never reject you Namjoon,”

“Really?” His eyes perked, taking the opportunity to push in a little deeper. “I wanna fuck you hard, will you let me do that?”

He could see the conflict in your eyes. The part of you wanting to give him everything fighting against the pain in your body screaming for you to stop.

“Yeah”

“Once I start, I might not be able to stop, so you’re sure?”

“I am” You nodded, “Do whatever you need, I’m yours”

Namjoon’s eyes darkened suddenly. A greedy grin growing on his face. Hooking your thighs in his elbows, he tilted you up at an angle before dragging his length out.

And then he slammed into you.

And you screamed.

Which only made him go faster. Blood trickled onto the silk sheets but Namjoon was effectively gone. Your cunt was so fucking sweet, so tight around him, so warm, and fuck he couldn’t stop.

“You’re doing so good” He grumbled, burying his face into your chest as he pounded on, smacking his hips against yours. “Feel so fucking good babygirl”

Your pussy clenched at the praise, and Namjoon could feel it, “Yeah? You’re such a good girl for me aren’t you?” He nipped at your jaw, dropping your legs so he could squeeze at your breasts. Thumb circling around your taught nipples, light circles driving you into a frenzy.

You moaned loudly, making Namjoon pinch at you, his wet lips now sucking into your neck. Cupping underneath your breasts he pushed them together, meeting your gaze briefly before slobbering his mouth and tongue all over them.

“Oh f-fuckk”

Your face was dumbed out in pleasure, lips parted wide as Namjoon fit his mouth over your left breast, hand molesting the other. He sucked down harshly, tongue swirling and flicking all over your skin, the wetness growing between your legs making it easier for him to fuck into you. The soft squelching noise dizzying, making you embarrassed.

“Fuck, these tits” He groaned, switching sides, “Such pretty fucking tits”

“I feel g-good” You arched your back, “Feel so good Joon—”

Namjoon parted from your breasts, a line of saliva dripping from his swollen lips. He grinned, wiping it away before kissing you roughly. Fisting your hair and he fucked deeper and deeper into you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, finally adjusting to his size and pace. It was feverish, animalistic. He sucked at your neck, your jaw, back on your lips, all over your face, he simply couldn’t get enough.

“Such a good girl for me, fuck, babygirl I need to pull out soon” You whined at the prospect of feeling empty, “Can’t have you getting pregnant” He muttered. No way in hell. “M’gonna cum in your mouth okay, you’re gonna open real wide for me, aren’t you?”

You nodded, too fucked out to comprehend anything. Namjoon pulled out, stroking his slick length as he yanked your head up—pushing your lips open with his fingers before shoving his cock deep down your throat.

Gagging, tears fell from your eyes as Namjoon pulled and pushed your mouth over his cock, fucking down your throat until he burst inside—his cum making you choke as he pulled out, drops landing on your lips.

“Swallow it”

You did. Namjoon sighed in relief, wiping the remnants from your lips with the swipe of his thumb, tugging at them playfully before pushing his thumb in your mouth. Like a braindead bitch, you sucked on it.

If only his mother could see you now.

Right away, he began to dress himself again, while you lay back in awe of the events that had just transpired.

“Joon—” You called as you noticed him getting ready to leave. He rolled his eyes, turning to you impatiently. “Wait, a-are you leaving? Aren’t we supposed to like,” Your voice went quiet, “C-cuddle,”

He scoffed meanly, making you tense. “You’re so fucking dumb, Y/n.”

You sat up, grabbing your dress and attempting to cover yourself, “What?”

Namjoon gave you an uninterested look, “Do you really think I meant any of that?”

Your heart dropped. A nasty feeling piled in your throat. You felt like you could puke—you were going to puke.

“Namjoon, no—y-you’re lying, you’re just scared, a-and hurt”

He stood up, making his way to the door, “Maybe you’re right” He smirked one final time, scanning how pathetic you looked in that moment, and then he was gone.

You gasped for air, the weight of his actions—his words finally settling in. Heaving, you rushed to his bathroom, falling to your knees in front of the toilet as you gagged, wanting to rid yourself of him in any way you could. Your arms curled over your body, attempting to gain some comfort. Loud sobs leaving your lips.

Your mind instantly went to Jin. How were you supposed to face him? You could never tell him what happened, couldn’t bear to think how he might react.

If Jin got upset with you—you weren’t sure you could handle it. And if he didn’t, he would fight with Namjoon. You couldn’t be the reason this family falls apart. For the first time in your life, you had to keep a secret from Jin.

It was moments like this where you’d miss Taehyung. The little boy who thought you were a princess. Whoever he might be now, wherever. He had always brought you comfort. Pure, innocent comfort. How could he have missed his mother’s funeral? Anger surged within you.

Getting dressed carefully, you left Namjoon’s room—wanting to go sink into your own bathtub and wash the memories away. You had no idea where he went, you no longer cared. Arriving in your bedroom, you grabbed your cellphone from your dresser.

“What is it princess?” Jin’s voice was silk—comfort, and peace. You could hear the hint of concern, it was late after all.

You covered your mouth, a sudden surge of emotion prompting you to break down in tears once again. You couldn’t let him hear you cry, you couldn’t tell him what was wrong—you shouldn’t have called and yet, there was nothing that made more sense.

“What happened? Fuck, what’s wrong?” You hung up, bawling out into heavy tears. Slamming your fist against the bathroom floor as you screamed, begging for the pain to stop.

You had no idea how much time must have passed, hiding in your room, rocking yourself back and forth. Jin knocked softly at your door.

“Princess,”

No. You groaned, knowing if you looked Jin in the eye—you would fall apart all over again. You could hear him sigh. Guilt panging in your chest for making him worry.

“Please Y/n” He whispered, “Talk to me”

You didn’t respond.

Eventually, he left.

Jimin preferred the private practice life, largely due to the fact that he couldn’t stand how creepy hospitals were to him. He stared at his clipboard, flipping aimlessly through his patient notes. Well—one patient in particular.

“Dr. Park, please follow me”

A consultant, is what he would call himself—he didn’t work here. Perks of working with wealthy criminals was that he could get away just about anything, most of the time. Get away with doing anything he so pleased. Pursuing, hobbies for his own amusement.

A nurse greeted him politely. Following him, they walked through the dreary hospital walls.

“Any changes in behavior?” Jimin asked. The nurse shook his head, unlocking the door, allowing Jimin to step inside, leaving him with his patient.

The patient sat on the bed, facing the other wall. A pair of die in his palm, which he rolled around rapidly—anxiously. The room was bare, except for a small window towards the ceiling, allowing for bright sunlight to filter in.

“How are you feeling?” Jimin asked warmly, taking a seat next to his patient, flipping through his clipboard before scribbling down a few notes. The patient didn’t respond. “I’ve got your prescription refilled for you”

“There’s nothing wrong with me” The patient stated quietly. Jimin sighed, setting his clipboard on the bedside table.

“Mr. Kim, we’ve been over this. There is something wrong with you. That’s why I need you to keep taking these—you do want to see her again someday, don’t you?”

The patient solemnly watched as Jimin handed him a bottle of pills. Jimin had given him careful instructions to hide this medication from his nurses. To take it only at night, in the dark, when the cameras wouldn’t be able to catch him.

The patient gulped before nervously placing a pill in his mouth, gulping it down with a glass of water. Jimin grinned, patting his back.

“Good, I’ll see you next week”

Stepping out of the room, Jimin shuffled through his doctor’s coat, grabbing his cell phone, dialing a recent number.

Yeah?

“I’ve given him the pills. He won’t be getting out of here anytime soon”

Jin was hardly judgmental when it came to you. You would trust him with pretty much everything, your sexual escapades to your petty fights at school, your deepest thoughts and your darkest desires.

He’d treat every thought as though it was brilliant, considering even the dumbest confessions worthy of discussion. He would always take you seriously, even when he was wrapped up in his own obligations, his own life—the demands of being the new head of the family business, ever since his mother died.

You were confident about him, you faith never wavering. But then again, he had never actually seen you get railed with his own eyes. Until now.

The elevator ride was stuffy. Not a word left his mouth, his hoodie feeling warm around your freshly fucked body. You searched his eyes, trying to figure out what to expect—was he upset? Amused? Did he not care?

Making Jin angry was something you never, ever wanted to do. He was generally easy-going, a striking contrast to Namjoon who seemed to have a gold bar stuffed up his ass half the time. But you had seen him get angry once before. Just once. And it had been terrifying.

Jin brought you upstairs, his t-shirt drenched in sweat. Closing the door behind him, he tugged off his shirt—nothing you hadn’t seen before, except that this time you looked. You looked at the way his muscles flexed against his slim figure, his broad shoulders, licking your lips.

“Listen—”

“Namjoon wants you home by tomorrow morning” Unscrewing his bottle, he tilted it over his head, allowing the water to splash over his face, dripping down his jaw onto his chest. Setting the bottle aside. He glanced at his watch, vintage Rolex that looked stunning against his bare arm.

Gulping you nodded. Jin noticed the anxious look on your face, the way you folded your arms over your chest, fingers tapping against your elbow nervously. He grabbed a hand towel, rubbing against his neck. The silence grew heavy between you.

“Gonna shower” He announced, tossing the towel aside. “Join me?”

Your eyes widened, giving him a curious look. Jin and you had never crossed any lines. You made sure of it.

And yet, as you watched Jin disappear into the luxurious bathroom, the sound of the shower hitting your ears, you slowly began to undress. Piles of clothing dropping to the floor, leaving a trail behind you until you were leaning against the doorframe.

Inside, Jin was under the pour, steam covering his lower half and water drenching over his back. His hands pressed forward against the glass, eyes shut as he let the hot water hit him.

Fuck.

Nervously covering yourself however much you could, you slid the shower door open. Jin turned upon hearing you enter, moving to give you plenty of room—to keep himself away from your body.

He looked at you. You couldn’t quite decipher what his eyes were saying, but something was off. Different.

“Get in the water, it’ll help,” He backed away, keeping his eyes on yours as to not move them any lower. You had to respect his self-control. “With the stress”

You did. Closing your eyes you let the water cover you like a warm blanket, pounding against your muscles, relieving the ache from the rough sex you had just endured at the hands of Jungkook. Your lips parted, neck tilting to the side as you let your hands roam your body.

You could feel Jin’s eyes on you. Like a laser, burning through your skin. You knew he must have given in. That he was watching the way your hands went over your chest, around your neck, into your hair. You wondered what his hands would feel like instead. What his touch would feel like.

You tilted your neck, remembering how amazing it had felt when his fingers were tracing your skin the night before, touch searing against you to the point you wanted to simply unravel into dust before him.

This was who he was. He was touchy, flirtatious, an infamous playboy who had fucked half of your social circle and you had never wanted him. He had never wanted you—or at least that was what you believed.

He’d never use his tricks on you, you were his Ace. His partner in crime, and yet you found yourself weak in the knees, delirious, wanting to give yourself to him wordlessly. Wanting to let him do whatever he would with you, reduce you to a mere tally in his list.

Jin backed into a corner, leaning back as he waited patiently. His body growing cold. He stared at the ceiling, one hand tucked behind his head. The other reaching behind you to grab the shampoo bottle.

“This isn’t your brand” He complained, a light chuckle following, “You still wanna use it?” Your eyes opened to see what he was holding. Smiling, you nodded. He extended it towards you.

“Do you,” You began, unsure how to ask the question which weighed heavy on the tip of your tongue. “I mean,”

“Turn around” He read your mind. He always could.

Jin’s long fingers sank into your hair, caressing it gently, the pads reaching your scalp, soft and yet the movement giving you an overwhelming sense of ease. You arched into his touch, unconsciously moving closer until your back was barely away from his chest.

You could feel the heat of his presence on you, making your joints weak. Your heart throb. Your throat choke with pressure.

You couldn’t afford these feelings. Not now, after so many years of being strictly platonic, you had no idea what was happening to you, or why. You were marrying his brother. Even beyond that, it was never Jin you wanted. That mere realization was in part what had gotten you into the mess of the engagement you were in now.

Chairwoman Kim, Jin’s mother, had given you a choice…of sorts. Asking you which of her sons you wanted to marry. She had always been fond of you, always wanted you to feel empowered. Her only wish was that you truly be her daughter somehow.

But you should have known there was some sick twist to it all. The Kim’s had a crooked sense of humor, which often involved playing with people’s lives, playing their own words against them.

She gave you a choice. You chose Namjoon.

A crush some would say. For you he was a dream. Someone so unattainable you couldn’t help but yearn for him. Especially in rare moments you had to yourself, hand underneath the satin of your pajama shorts as you’d mumble his name into your pillow. Grinding your hips frantically, wanting nothing more than his second glance. A second of his thoughts. A moment spared.

When Chairwoman told Namjoon he hadn’t reacted much at all, he had simply asked you one question: Don’t you love hyung?

You wanted Namjoon, bad, hence you said no—you didn’t love Seokjin, not like that anyway. Namjoon rejected you then and there. It was as though in that moment, you were now effectively useless to him. He had turned to his mother, a woman who would do anything for her little boys and said—give her to Taehyung

And here you were, wanting so badly to slap your younger self so that she would change her answer. You had been a fool, chasing after someone like Namjoon. What he had done to you after had been a simple reminder of that very fact.

But none of it seemed to matter anymore. Because nothing you felt towards Namjoon could come close to the way your whole body seemed to throb with pain when Jin would be out on the dance floor, groping strangers, bringing them back to the hotel room, two—three at a time. In this trip alone you had heard his sultry whispers, his hungry moans, and there simply wasn’t a pain quite like that.

You convinced yourself you were projecting. That you were so afraid of getting engaged to a stranger you were desperate to stay attached to someone you knew.

It angered you though, that Jin appeared to be sweet to you. To treat you, as he always had—but now it all felt hopelessly inappropriate. When he’d call you princess you would fall apart just a bit more. When he’d wink your way, when he’d cup your face and look into your eyes. Seemingly innocent but—no, not at all.

Jin’s fingers left your hair, allowing you to wash out the suds. You had never felt so breathless, wondering if he was watching the way the slippery soap trailed down your back.

You wanted to know—you just wanted to feel him once. Just a touch. His hand on your neck, his lips on your breast, maybe his fingers stuffed deep in your cunt while he’d whisper your name so sweet, lips pressed up right behind your ear, tell you everything you so desperately wanted to hear but—

Nothing. The rest of the shower went by wordlessly. Steam clouding the hot stares shares between you two. His eyes undressed you even while you were already naked. They drank you in like a sweet, addictive nectar. You were exposed entirely, your heart on your sleeve, he had you at his fingertips and chose not to lay a single hand.

You wanted to scream. To ask him what fucking game he was playing with your mind, making you all confused mere hours before your engagement, but you couldn’t.

The moment was too tender. Too delicate for you to shatter.

Shutting the water off, Jin wrapped a towel around you, tucking it into the dip of your breasts before wrapping another around his own waist. His hand lingered a beat too long. You watched as he gulped, stepping away from you.

“Get dressed” Jin sighed, running his hand through his hair—dewy drops landing against his chest, “The helicopter will be here soon.”

It was debatable if you had it in you to go another whole day without jumping his bones. Confessing the things your soul was screaming as truth. The right thing to do would have been to call it off. To go back home to Namjoon and help prepare for your big day.

“Where are we going?”

Jin smiled, “To do what you and I love most” Tugging out a bedside drawer, he wrapped his fingers around a deck of cards. Emptying it into his palm, he shuffled them masterfully, the zipping, crisp sound of cards clashing like music to your ears.

Maybe you would have been able to appreciate the gorgeous crystal chandelier dancing across the tall ceilings as though you were deep within a dream. Or the long glass walls that looked out upon the tinge of a purple sun set, growing darker, brighter, more elusive by the passing second. All of it was perfect—beautiful, typical of an event hosted by the Kim family.

Maybe you would have been enjoying yourself if it weren’t for the dark pit in your stomach. The screams in your head telling you:

Run.

Any second, he would arrive. Any second you would have to face him. After all these years.

From the corner of your eye, you watched as old family friends, business partners, members of the elite group of fucking fake socialites you associated with mingled and conversed amongst themselves. You hardly had the appetite to make your rounds. To plaster on that fake smile everyone loved.

Walking past a waiter, you snatched a glass of champagne from their tray, glancing behind your shoulder cautiously before slipping a small white pill between your lips. Washing it down with the crisp liquid.

In your chest, a weighted emptiness stirred. The missing presence of someone you needed by your side now more than ever before. Jin was nowhere to be seen—many missed calls confirmed the inclination that you might not be seeing much of him at all tonight.

You checked your phone, only for disappointment to clench at your throat. The previous day still seemed like a blur, too much had happened, you tried hard not to think about it. Even so, a part of you worried.

“You’re late” The familiar, stern voice of Kim Namjoon sent goosebumps down your neck. A voice you were quite used to hearing, critical of every move you made. Every breath you fucking took. Dressed nicely in a white suit, gold watch and chains making a statement against the getup. The small tattoo behind his ear—the family emblem. One all three of the brothers had.

Huffing, you folded your arms over your chest. Namjoon watched you, as if he was uncertain—like you were a grenade that might just explode if he made one wrong move. He raised his own glass—bourbon neat—to click against yours.

“You look good” He nodded in approval, something rare for him. His words were genuine, you could tell. But you could care less what Kim Namjoon thought of your engagement dress. You could care less about your engagement in the first place and yet here you were. “He’s a very lucky man”

You rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your drink before setting it aside. You had half a mind to throw the glass straight at him, if you didn’t know how easily he could snap your neck.

“Lucky my ass”

There was nothing lucky about your situation. No luck, just a debt owed to a family who took you in when you had nowhere to go. How were you supposed to refuse, when your mother disappeared so many years ago into thin air—no body to be found, left with a multibillion-dollar corporation when you could barely reach the top shelf of your closet.

You were in no position to deny when the Kim’s, the most notoriously filthy rich casino conglomerate in the world offered to take you in as their own. No position to deny the way they cared for you, the way they doted on you and treated you as like a princess. No position to deny them—more specifically, Namjoon. When he decided you were to get engaged with his younger brother, that was that. His word was law.

It’s what they did. Exploited. Twisted and hustled you until your life was a mere chip on the table, something they could gamble away with the flick of their wrists.

“Have you heard from Jin?” You asked, not wanting to entertain Namjoon’s compliments any longer. “I’ve left him a few missed calls but—”

Namjoon raised his hand, stopped your words. His eyes shifted behind you, where he narrowed in on an old client of his. Leaving you, he went to go charm the cash right out of the poor soul’s pocket. You groaned, rolling your eyes as you made you way to the bar.

Your manicured nails tapped nervously against the glass counter. A paced rhythm, until you felt a hand slide over your own. Longer, pretty fingers—clad with thick rings, fitting perfectly over your hand. A searing warmth from the touch, traveling up your arm and straight into your chest.

Breath hitching, you watched as the fingers intertwined with yours, slipping something cool, smooth into the cup of your palm.

“This should help with the nerves”

You recognized the feeling right away—dice. Exhaling shakily, your muscles eased, the familiar roll of the die giving you an overwhelming sense of comfort. Of anticipation. A feeling you loved—the moment your heart would jump before you let them go, putting everything on the line. All for chance.

And what a chance it was, as you looked up—a man stood, dressed in a dark suit, earrings dangling, sweet, bright lips that looked so fucking soft. And his eyes—oh god his eyes—you swore you could see stars in them. Stealing back the dice from your hand, he pressed it between his fingers, bringing it up in front of your face, leaning down—breath fanning over you as he grinned. Tossing it up with a swift move of his hand, he caught it again, snatching it back into his own pocket.

“Taehyung—” Was it something of a dream, or a nightmare—you weren’t entirely sure. You could hardly recognize the boy you remember would chase you around the Kim gardens, latching onto your arm as though you were his lifeline.

His lips quirked, a playful, seductive smile on his face as he backed away.

“Dance with me”—was all he said before his hand slid to the small of your back, guiding you towards the center of the venue. The twinkling lights illuminating his perfect features while he pulled you into his chest.

You looked up at him—he had grown. So much and in so many ways. His eyes were dark, searching your face as though he were memorizing every detail. As though you were a diamond—and he had finally found you, his prize, his beauty—all his.

Where were you supposed to begin? You had so many questions, so much you wanted to say, so much fear and yet—you were rendered speechless. All you could do was let him move you. Let him sway your body with grace, pressing his forehead against yours. It was suffocatingly romantic for a man you had only just met.

Cupping your face fondly, he finally spoke; “It’s been too long, princess”

The air was effectively knocked out of your lungs. Senses on overdrive as you attempted to digest the moment, to keep your mind from spinning out of control and steady yourself on the reality you faced.

“I—” The music stopped.

Sounds of sirens whirring neared. Turning, you could see guests muttering amongst themselves, worry in their eyes. You searched the crowd for Namjoon—who was nowhere to be seen. What the fuck, where did he—

Something twisted in your gut. A truth that your body rejected. A fear that grew strong and ached in every fiber of your bones.

You knew.

A group of officers burst into the venue, guns up and aimed, causing the crowd to break into a frenzied panic. And then everything was silent. You swore you could hear a faint ringing as deliria began to spin around in your mind. And then you saw those eyes. Those dark, vicious, hateful eyes that you could never forget.

Jeon Jungkook.

Your entire body trembled, remembering the ways those very eyes had brought you to your knees. He was dressed in a dark trench coat, pinstripe shirt underneath, a confident stride in his step. Reaching into his coat, he flashed a badge as he approached you.

“Y/n L/n” You shut your eyes, a tear dropping down your cheek. You weren’t sure when Taehyung had stepped away from you but he must have, because Jungkook grabbed your wrists, yanking it behind you followed by the resounding click of the handcuffs. In a soft voice, he added sinisterly, “Long time no see, whore”

Humiliation burned in your cheeks as he dragged you in front of the large crowd of guests, who all watched, wide-eyed, stricken with scandal as he announced to them all:

“You’re under arrest for the murder of Kim Seokjin”

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a/n: AHHHH. thoughts? reactions? SCREAM WITH ME BABY. let me know what you thinking :) did oc murder jin! what happened in those 48 hours hmmmMMm... taehyung's here after all this time, how do we feel about that??? WHOS DR. PARK'S PATIENT???? why is he so susssss??

sorry if the order of events is confusing in this part, basically ill be revealing a bit of what happened in the 48 hours leading up to the murder slowly throughout as jungkook tries to piece it together!

smut pairs are up for the next chp! for those of you who are new here, the smut member changes each time :) this is an ot7 fic and all the other members will come soon &lt;3

death valley (m) | finale

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: jimin x reader, namjoon x reader

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

wordcount: 7k

warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes. a is for angst baby, slow burn romantic post-argument sex, unprotected sex (bc), rough sex in a limo, coercion, extremely dubious consent but she gets out of it, namjoon is a big boi, manipulative and obsessive themes, choking, toxic relationships, some physical violence/fighting (not oc), drugs/alcohol mentioned, lots of kissing, dirty talk, creampie, heartbreak, betrayal, guns (not used), oral (f rec), jimin eats you out like a king, anxiety, declarations of love, somehow yet unsurprisingly taehyung is still really hot, yn jumps out of a car but shes ok, twists and turns ;) happy? ending - please read with caution!!! unedited

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Taehyung rolled a chess pawn in the palm of his hand. His eyes locked on the game board where two knights stood at the crossroads of his queen. The timer clicked softly in the background, but all Taehyung could hear was his heart beating loudly through his head. A weight dragging down his heart.

So this was guilt.

Taehyung never wasted time with such feelings. Caring for others had never come naturally to him. It was why he was so brilliant at what he did. He had engineered a façade to win your trust early on. In a sea of unhinged men, he meant to be a diamond in the rough. He was ever so sweet to you. Caring, even. Everything was intentional. Every move. Every lie.

Taehyung never wanted you to die. He couldn’t stomach it. Leaving you in the fire was intentional. He knew Namjoon was following you around like the creep he is. He had to see the betrayal in your eyes. He had to make you feel as bad as he felt. He had to do something that would make you want to kill him on sight. He needed to cut you off for good.

Now that he had, the thought of you hating him kept him up at night. He felt guilty.  

Why do you care? Taehyung’s feelings for you—he wasn’t sure what they were. The moment you lost faith in him, he seemed to shatter. He wanted you to trust him. He yearned for your approval like never before. Would it have been so wrong to take you and run away? To keep you for himself, far from the chaos of this place?

He shook his head. Blinking at the chessboard a moment longer he began to smile. Giggle. Before he was laughing wildly. He slammed the table to the side, watching all the pieces scatter onto the marble floors. 

It was unfair. It was so fucking unfair. Taehyung would have worshipped you. You were a goddess in his eyes. He shook his head. It was none of his business anymore. What you did—who you chose to be with. He had betrayed you. Lied to you since the moment the two of you met. The conflicting thoughts in his head racing a mile a minute—making him queasy with anticipation.

Just leave it alone. Do what you came here for.

Except he couldn’t. He couldn't sit idly by and watch you make a huge mistake. To be with someone who wouldn't allow you to be the amazing woman you were. Someone who only saw you as a prize. He needed you to leave him, to leave Death Valley—but wanted you to be happy.

Sighing, Taehyung reached for his phone. He was doing this for you. He would have done anything for you—but knew in his heart that his would be his last move.

Check and mate. He was done with you after this.

He tasted the remnants of your name on his lips before sending a final message.

You’d never forgive him. But at least you would be safe. 

The clock ticking could barely hide the tension in the room. Jimin couldn’t even hear it, his ears filled with his racing heart. His lungs constricted—he could hardly breathe with how angry he was. Gripping the steel handles of his chair so tight, his knuckles were going white.

But he didn’t dare say a word. Because he had been in the business long enough to know when someone was plotting against him. Namjoon was naïve. Tacky, even. The desperation of his actions would have been amusing if it wasn’t for your pliable willingness to participate.

He couldn’t look at you. You were by his side, sitting with your hand on his arm. It was too painful—because you were cold. You were back to playing with his heart and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

“It’s just a PR stunt” Hobi had led them inside the label to a conference room. After a long sip of his coffee he spoke again. “They both agreed to it. Imagine the fucking ticket sales for your concert now”

Tugging at his sleeve, you leaned towards him.  “I’m sorry baby, it’s not real though I promise.”

Jimin scoffed, turning his head. He knew you better than you thought and could see through your lies. What he couldn’t figure out was why? Why would you agree to something so rash and impulsive?

“This will also help us push down news about Yoongi’s death”

Jimin finally locked his gaze with yours. So that’s it, isn’t it. He truly hadn’t known until Jungkook told him. Was that why you were mad? Did you think he was behind this? This had Namjoon written all over it.

He turned to the bastard, who looked far too pleased with all this for his liking. Namjoon had been a pain in his ass from the day they had met. Fights, to tailing Y/n around every damn second, he couldn’t shake the creep and was getting fed up.

“What the hell did you tell her?”

Namjoon grinned. Leaning back, he ran his fingers through his hair. His newfound confidence was nauseating to Jimin—knowing that it was being fueled by you. “You know, I never really got what people see in you. You don’t even care about music. Your fans. Any of it. You don’t deserve any of it, and you definitely don’t deserve Y/n you crazy prick”

Jimin laughed bitterly, ticking his jaw. “Who the hell even are you? You’re nobody.”

“I’m the guy who just fucked your girlfriend a few minutes ago, let’s start there”

The tug on Namjoon’s lips sent Jimin off the edge. He lunged across the table, fists swinging but Jungkook jumped up to hold him back.

“Namjoon” You muttered sternly, but Jimin was not oblivious to the way you blushed. He scoffed. You had shattered his heart. In front of millions.

“Why?” His voice was quiet, holding your cheek into his palm when really he wanted to grip your throat and squeeze until you couldn’t breathe. “We don’t need this, I don’t care about ticket sales or breaking records anymore—all I want is you”

You sighed, “It’s not about you baby, I wanted to help Namjoon out a little too. It’s his first concert”

Jimin pouted, folding his arms over his chest. “Y/n, I hope you know that I trust you, but Namjoon clearly has an ulterior motive with you. You do see that, right?”

You scoffed, mumbling to yourself.

Jimin raised his eyebrows. “Is there something you want to say to me, Y/n?”

You shook your head. Your gaze was frigid. Everything about you was. He hated it. He wanted to fight, because at least then you would react to him. At least then he would know you cared enough to tell him what was on your mind.

Reaching for your hands, he brought your fingers to his lips, lightly brushing kisses against each one. He knew you liked it when he was soft with you. He needed to remind you who he was. Who he was to you.

“Listen baby,” He spoke softly, twirling your fingers with his, “Jungkook told me what happened to Yoongi” He pressed his lips to the palm of your hand. “I’m so sorry. And I can’t image what you’re going through right now. I know you cared about him”

You stared at him with disbelief, “I loved him, Jimin”

His heart sank. Fingers constricting around your wrist. A part of him wanted to toss a chair across the wall. Maybe pull out a gun and shoot Namjoon in the head.

He exhaled. He couldn’t lose you. Not after everything the two of you had been through. Jimin changed for you. You made him want to be better everyday. You taught him that there was more to life, and all he wanted was to go chase it with you by his side.

He could tell you were taunting him. Trying to get him to snap so you would have any excuse to go running to Namjoon, but he wasn’t about to give you the satisfaction. He was going to prove himself to you.

“I know.” He looked into your eyes. Searching them. Trying to convey his sincerity when he said, “If you want to talk about it—about him, I’m here for you”

You smiled. Fake. He hadn’t gotten through. He sighed in defeat, backing into himself. Jungkook cleared his throat. Jimin had forgotten they weren’t alone.

“Y/n, do you want me to drive you home?” Jungkook briefly looked at Jimin, indicating an understanding.

Namjoon stood up as you did, eagerly waving you goodbye. Jimin could have vomited, but stared aimlessly at the wall instead.

Your head was spinning. Dizzy trying to count the lies tossed around so easily minutes ago. You were grateful Jungkook offered you an out. Being around Jimin was too complicated. You needed to stay focused.

“Your acting skills have improved” Jungkook’s voice was amused, breaking the still silence surrounding you.

You grinned. Jungkook met your eyes in the rearview mirror and chuckled. “My god, Y/n what the fuck are you up to now?”

Licking your lips, you turned to face him. “Have you ever trusted someone so much, that even when the truth is staring right in front of you, you simply can’t see it?”

“You talking about Yoongi?”

“I’m talking about you” You pulled out a gun—something you had managed to snatch from Namjoon during sex. “Pull over and get out of the car”

The shock in Jungkook’s face was priceless. You finally sympathized with whatever sadistic kick Jin used to get out of tricking others. Jungkook quickly stopped the car, stepping outside with his hands in the air.

“Y/n” Jungkook’s voice was shaky, “Whatever this is, is a misunderstanding. You’re still messed up over Yoongi and I get that—but” He dropped to his knees, “J-just drop the gun and talk to me”

The thing was—you no longer had anything to say. You were rightfully fed up with the lies. Not only was Namjoon clearly lying to your face, but moments after you received a message from Taehyung.

Taehyung. The emotional haze over Yoongi and Jimin had almost made you forget—that the puppet master still lived, and more than likely, was still pulling the strings. You were willing to bet Taehyung killed Yoongi. It was so perfect. His whole plan had been perfect from the start and you were burning to look him in the eye one more time just to beat him at his own game.

Of course it had to be Taehyung. Taehyung killed Jin—and almost killed you. He had been the mastermind. The king. And like an idiot you trusted him. You really, truly trusted him.

You trusted he would never hurt you.

Your mind whirred. Reason escaping you completely you began to question everyone you had been around. Everyone always told you Jungkook was a liar. Good for nothing. Controlled by the highest bidder.

Well, the highest bidder was no longer Yoongi. If Taehyung killed Yoongi, Jungkook was probably balls deep in his pocket too.

“I’m gonna ask you once. Slowly” You gritted through your teeth, “Who killed Yoongi?”

“Y/n—I don’t know. Okay, I texted you when I found out from Joon. Why would I kill Yoongi, huh?”

“Never said you did. I’m asking if you know” You shook your head. You didn’t have time for his evasive answers. You clicked off the safety, making Jungkook tremble.

“Y/n what the hell, I’m on your side alright?”

“When I told you Taehyung was alive—you didn’t really react much. Did you know it was fake the whole time? Have you been helping him?”

“Y/n—if you’re asking if I will work for Taehyung now that Yoongi is dead” He exhaled, “Then yeah, I will. That’s what I fucking do, Y/n. Not all of us have popstar boyfriends who can take care of their every need. I gotta make my living and this is how I fucking do it. But you asked me to find Jimin even when Taehyung had kidnapped him and I did. I brought him to you. Taehyung isn’t after you. He just wants you to stay away from him. He would never hurt you, Y/n. And if I haven’t made it clear yet—neither would I”

“Oh you’re defending him now?” You raised your eyebrows.

“No—I just—Y/n just leave it alone. You have more pressing issues than Taehyung right now, trust me” You scoffed.

“What do you mean?”

Jungkook gulped. “I don’t know who killed Yoongi, honest. Namjoon was the last person I know who even saw him” He paused. “I’ve known Namjoon for a long time Y/n. I wouldn’t put it past him to be behind this.”

You shook your head. There was no way. Namjoon would never kill someone, let alone someone you cared about.

You’d had enough.

“Tell Taehyung I’m coming for him. He’s not getting away with this”

Driving Jimin’s car. You had forgotten the delirious high of stepping on that pedal and zooming through the highway without a care in the world. Nostalgia panged in your heart as you recalled simpler times, when you were hooking up with Jimin—and not being hunted down by a ruthless gangster.

You arrived at Jimin’s apartment, unsure if he himself was there.

He wasn’t.

You knew he would be mad. You truly had appreciated his effort to stay calm in such a situation. You felt bad for the way you acted but you needed Hobi and Namjoon to think you were against Jimin. After all, Taehyung was always watching.

Tearing off your clothes you ran into his room, ready to surprise him and hopefully, convince him not to let out his anger at you. Jimin arrived a few hours later. You heard his offbeat steps. He’s drunk. Quickly you grabbed one of his shirts, threw it on before meeting him in the kitchen. His eyes widened upon seeing you.

“Y/n—” His voice was soft. Slurred. Eyes shot red—you were unsure if he was even truly conscious.

“Sshh” You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your lips to his neck. “I’m so sorry baby. Let’s get you to bed. I’ll tell you everything tomorrow.”

You felt something cold against your skin. Tears. Your heart dopped into a pit. “Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me” He mumbled into your skin. Carefully, you led Jimin into the bed, slipping under the sheets next to him. You held him close to your chest, hoping that the beat of your heart might give him some solace.

Jungkook’s words echoed in your mind: You have more pressing issues than Taehyung right now. You thought back to the previous day. How Namjoon had so easily convinced you to give up on the man who clearly adored you? He baited you. Swung the news of Yoongi’s death in your face all too conveniently. Was Namjoon working for Taehyung too? The two men hardly ever interacted. But you were cross examining everything you ever thought you believed. The only truth you could hold onto now, was Jimin.

Jimin had no reason to lie. No reason to kill Yoongi because you had already chosen Jimin. Whoever killed Yoongi needed a good enough motive. Taehyung had motive—he wanted Death Valley to himself. There wasn’t anyone else unless…

Your eyes fluttered shut.

It must have been the middle of the night. You felt Jimin stir next to you. Cautiously you let your eyes flutter open.

Jimin jumped up, gasping for air suddenly. He was breathing heavily, a cold sweat breaking out all over him. You quickly brought a glass of water to him, guiding it to his lips. Stroking his back, you calmed him down until he was able to look you in the eye.

“Get the fuck out of my house” His voice came out broken. As though he had been yelling into a void for hours and no longer had any fight left in him. When you didn’t move, he pushed you away. “Did you hear me? I said get out.”

The frightening part was that he wasn’t raising his voice. Anger laced each syllable that left his quivering lips. A sense of desperation swept over you—he had to hear you out.

“Jimin—baby, I’m sorry, okay I was faking it” Jimin leaped out of the bed, the glass of water spilling across the bed. His fists were clenched tight. Jaw locked, eyes glaring.

“I don’t care why you did it, Y/n. You promised me you would come straight home from work. You didn’t. I come and find that you publicly agreed to marry someone else?” He huffed, kneeling to shuffle through his drawers. He found his pill bottle, twisting the cap off and dropping a few tablets into his palm. You went over to him, grabbing his wrist before he could take them.

“Why do you think I made such a fuss about you leaving? I don’t want to suffocate you Y/n. I don’t want to hold you back but fuck can you blame me for being scared? I swear one day you’re saying you love me the next you’re off with Yoongi or making out with Namjoon. I love you—and I think you love me too. If you’re planning something tell me. You keep hurting me Y/n—you keep making me miserable by breaking my heart” Looking you dead in the eye, he tossed the pills into his mouth, gulping them down.

“Jimin. I know you didn’t kill Yoongi. Namjoon thinks you did, and I admit, for a moment I believed him. But then I got thinking, and I realized it had to be Taehyung” You let go of his hand, only for Jimin to sat back down on the bed, head hanging over in defeat.

“And in all that time you had to think you couldn’t bother to give me a fucking phone call?” Jimin gritted through his teeth. You knew he was right. You had been acting out for some time now—and the fact of the matter was: you were overwhelmed.

Jimin watched your conflicted face. So much had happened. You had never taken a second to truly reflect. Realizing you loved Yoongi despite his obsessiveness. Finding out what he had done to you. First you thought Jimin had died at the hands of Yoongi—then Yoongi at the hands of Jimin, all while Namjoon had been pining for you, and you faced the biggest betrayal when Taehyung left you to die in the fire.

“I can’t do this” Your voice barely above a whisper, you quickly began to gran your things. You needed to be alone. You needed to think. You dashed for the door but Jimin was faster. He blocked you with his arm, cornering you against the door.

“You’re not leaving”

“You literally told me to get out” You screamed. It didn’t matter than he hadn’t raised his voice. It didn’t matter than he was only inches away from you.

“You do not speak to me like that” Jimin whispered. His eyes bore holes into yours. You shuddered under his gaze. “Do you understand?”

You nodded.

Jimin hissed, fingers cupping your jaw. Tilting your face towards his. “Words”

“Yes”

His gaze shifted. You recognized it right away. The predatory, lustful gaze whenever he wanted you. Pupils turning dark. Laser sharp.

“Let me in” He whispered against your cheek. His breath tingling against the heat rising to your face. “Let me in to that twisted little head of yours”

You kissed him.

With a slight turn of your head your lips were on his. Familiar. Comforting. Yet ablaze with the same carnal desire as when you first met him. It was exhaustion and relief. It was pain and sadness. It was you and him. Nothing so imperfect, so uniquely flawed had ever made more sense to you.

“I love you” Your lungs had no air—but the words were easy to say. In a sea of lies maybe this was the only truth you needed. Gasping you jumped up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips—arms around his neck. He was warm. Melting you down. Inhibitions released.

He was being gentle. You may have wanted him to be rough but it wasn’t what you needed right now. He carefully carried you back into the kitchen, setting you on the countertop. Shelved between your thighs he gripped your hips, rocking to a slow rhythm, your bodies pressed up tight.

His fingers trailed over you, until his hands found your face. Cupping your cheeks he kissed you more intensely. His lips were so soft. Incredibly sweet. Everything else seemed to disappear.

He backed away, catching his breath. When his eyes fluttered open, you could appreciate again how beautiful this man was.

“You drive me crazy Y/n” He blinked at you, pressing his forehead to yours. You grinned—to which he lifted you back up as you squealed, giggling as he swung you around. Pressing your back against he wall he held you steady on his thigh, fingers finding your aching core. Gazing into you, he watched as you squirmed under his touch. Your pussy clenching as he rubbed tight circles against your clit. He was beyond turned on, seeing the way your eyes rolled back as he touched you. The way your lips parted and you fingers dug into his flesh.

“Shit you’re so fucking hot” He let you land on your feet before dropping to his knees. You stared down at him in shock, hand weaving through his hair as he peeled off your panties. He pressed his nose to your pelvis, breathing you in deeply. You blushed, thighs trembling as his tongue found your clit, licking soft kittenish striped around the sensitive flesh.

Heat burned through you—twitching through your veins. Your heart pounded, nails scraping against his scalp—tugging at his hair. “F-fuck, baby” You moaned—his hands pushing your thighs apart.

“You taste so good baby” His deep voice vibrated through you. You sighed, missing his warmth suddenly. Pulling him back up you pulled him in for another kiss—tasting yourself on his wet lips. Your tongue sliding over his. Moans passing softly between the little space between you two.

“Want you inside me” You felt him smirk under your lips, heart skipping a beat.

“Yeah?” He breathed into you, cocky, teasing—edging you on. “Of course you do” His hands slid to your ass, roughly grabbing a handful before spanking you lightly. He rolled his hips into you, bulge pressed against your clit. The friction was amazing, but you wanted him to fill you up. You needed him deep inside. Needed to feel closer.

Your fingers tugged at his waistband, and Jimin simply chuckled as you pulled down his pants. Not missing a beat he hooked your leg over his elbow, kissing your ankles—down your calf, before finding your lips again. His other hand tugged at his cock, lining it up with you—grinning when he felt your weat heat suck in his tip so eagerly.

“You’re dripping for me angel” He whispered. You blushed, quivering as he sank a little deeper into you. You pulled off your shirt. He bottomed out, staring at your chest.

“Fuck, why are you so perfect?” He groaned, unsure if it was from the pleasure of being inside your tight cunt or your breasts hanging out in front of him, all for him—him only. He pinched your nipples between his fingers, eyes glued to the way you face twitched with pleasure. He loved how you looked when he made you feel good. He never wanted to stop. One hand steadying your leg, he carefully pulled out all the way till the tip—your slick coating him, dripping from him. It was amazing to see, as he entered you again, his breath became shaky. You felt so good, so warm around him. You were the best he’d ever had.

Forearms caging your head, he gently traced the side of your face, dragging out and thrusting back in. It was red—heat—burning desire. He took it slow, but you could feel his desperation in every move. His lips brushed over yours, his taste a whisper away.

You lowered your leg, pushing him away so you could turn around. Quickly discarding his own shirt, he cupped your breasts with his hands before pressing his chest into your back. His fingers leaving sparks across your body as his cock slipped back inside you, the sound of his hips pounding against your ass echoing through the room.

“Fuck” He cursed, kissing the nape of your neck before grabbing your hair—pushing your face to press up against the wall. Lips on your jaw, moaning your name as he thrusted in and out, like he had no time to lose. You gasped for air. His cock filling you up so good, hitting you right where you liked it. Your legs felt numb, trembling in bliss as he continued to drive into you.

“You wanna cum, baby?” He whispered into your mouth. Your eyes were watering with need. “Oh, poor baby wants to cum so fucking bad doesn’t she?” You nodded weakly, his fingers finding your clit again. Flicking at it.

“Jimin—” Your voice was broken. Lost in pleasure, “Feel—so good, fuck”

He smiled, “Go ahead baby—look at me when you cum. Wanna see your pretty face when you cum on my cock”

Your eyes locked. It was want. Need. And everything in between. This was all you’d ever wanted, it had always been him. You weren’t ready when you first met him, and neither was he. You weren’t what he expected, and he was everything except your fantasy.

In it’s own, twisted way, it was love at first sight. Obsession at first sight. Hate—turned into something so beautiful.

“I’m gonna cum, Jimin” You liked that you could say his name. You liked that he would say yours. His eyes softened as he felt you tighten around him. It hit you like lightening—you fell apart in pleasure. It was ecstasy—the high you’d been chasing all along. The high only he could give you. He groaned loudly, spilling into you moment after as you twitched in his hold. You dripped all around him, soaking your thighs.

“I love you, Y/n” He kissed you deeply, panting into you, “I love you so much”

“I love you too, Jimin, always” You assured him—cupping his face, “It’s always gonna be you”

“Talk to me” He gazed at you sincerely, nothing but adoration in his eyes, “Just talk to me, whatever you’re thinking, I wanna know. Okay, I trust you. So please, just trust me too”

You nodded, leaving a final chaste kiss lingering on his lips. “I do. I have one last thing to take care of, and then I promise we can go away. Trust me one last time. I’ll come back to you”

You were never a high heels kind of girl. But there was a lot of press tonight—press expecting you to make an appearance tonight. The stunt had created so much buzz that Hobi specifically hired hair and makeup for you. He allowed Namjoon to pick out your dress—it was black. Tight fitting. Simple. Sleek. Teardrop diamond earrings and a small necklace.

You’d never wear this to a concert. How were you supposed to dance? Let loose. But then you remembered—tonight wasn’t supposed to be fun. Not for you.

You had thought long and hard about what you were going to say to the press waiting early outside. Hobi instructed you to wait for Namjoon before making an entrance. You called Jimin earlier, letting him know where your head was at. He seemed to be supportive of whatever decision you decided to go—as long as you didn’t embarrass him any further.

It had been a while since you had seen Namjoon. He had always been somewhat of an afterthought, and yet you knew you had led him on hopelessly. It was time to come clean. You were unsure how he would take it.

“Wow” Namjoon stood in the doorway of your fitting room. Leaning against the side—he looked breathtaking. Ripped jeans, black tank top—were those earrings? Your eyes widened. You’d never seen him in glam, but admittedly it suited him. His abs protruding through the soft fabric. He looked like a dream.

He looked like Jimin. Back then.

“Why would you want me in heels?” You whined, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek, “Please let me change”

He pouted—as he always did, knowing full well you’d never say no to his pretty eyes. “I like knowing you’re dressed for me” You giggled, inviting him inside to sit down.

“God, I want you right now” He looked up at you, hands on your sides, running up and down the silky fabric. Pinching at it. Ready to tear it off of you in a moment. And you knew he could—his biceps flexing, you had almost forgotten how big he was. How strong.

You clicked your tongue, teasing him as you slid his hands off. “You have to get ready for your big night”

Namjoon ran his fingers through his hair, leaning back slightly. “I wanted to talk to you about that actually—can I bring you out on stage? I wrote a new song about you, and was planning to open with it”

You shifted your weight. Clearing your throat in discomfort. You truly had wanted to wait until after the show to talk to Namjoon about your relationship—but this complicated things.

Like a saving grace, Hobi appeared in the doorway. “Your limo is here, let’s go”

You held onto Namjoon’s arm. Taking a deep breath, the two of you stepped outside where cameras were lined up for miles. Lights. Flashing. Your name being called. Shouted. It was dizzying. The limo door was open and Namjoon led you there, allowing you to slide in with ease. The car was gorgeous inside—golden velvet seats, glasses of champagne. So this was the life of a rockstar’s girlfriend.

You were an object. Candy on the arms of someone who mattered.

Namjoon noticed your demeanor change, covering your hand with his. “Like I was saying baby, I really want my fiancée up there with me for my first concert”

The word stuck out like a sore thumb. It made you nauseous to think about. “Namjoon—that wasn’t real” You reminded him cautiously. You couldn’t afford to make him upset, not right now.

Namjoon was taken aback. He looked baffled, hand moving to your wrist. “It was to me. You love me, don’t you?”

Oh God. You paused.

You shouldn’t have paused.

“You love me, don’t you?” He repeated his words. Except his voice was getting loud. The space was getting small. The windows were tainted black. The lights were too dim to see clearly. You licked your lips nervously, carefully trying to pull your hand away from him.

You needed to speak. You had to tell him the truth, but when you looked into his eyes you saw something familiar. Something deranged. Yoongi’s eyes.

“You ungrateful whore” Namjoon’s voice was booming. You’d never heard him yell. Never thought him capable. Your eyes shut, shielding you from his terrifying voice. “Don’t you know everything I’ve done for you? I’m the only one who really knows you—knows what you want. And I became that—look at me Y/n” He grabbed your face, “I am everything you have ever wanted. I’ve been by your side through all of it. I’m the only one who gives you control. I saved you Y/n—I protected you every step of the way. I didn’t know bringing you to Death Valley was putting you in danger but Taehyung promised it would mess with Jimin so I agreed.”

Your eyes flew open. “Wait what?”

“I saved you from the fire Y/n—when Taehyung tried to kill you—it was me! I waited outside of Jimin’s apartment for days, I even tried to break in and get you out. We’ve taken on the world together Y/n. It was always us against them”

Jungkook’s words came back to you again. I wouldn’t put it past him to be behind this.

“You’re saying, you knew Taehyung was behind all of this, from the very beginning? I thought you two had never met”

A panicked look crossed Namjoon’s eyes. He gripped your shoulders, shaking you lightly. “We hadn’t met. Technically”

You rolled your eyes, “Well Namjoon—technically, I didn’t say I loved you. So get the fuck off of me”

He didn’t move, “You can’t be serious Y/n—I’m the reason he hasn’t been able to hurt you. I protected you from him, from Jimin, from Yoo—”

Your phone buzzed. Namjoon tilted his neck in irritation as you clumsily pulled it out. Taehyung? You opened the text—your eyes widened. Namjoon’s eyes narrowed as your breathing came to a sudden halt. Blinking, you put your phone away, meeting Namjoon’s desperate gaze once again.

“Tell them to stop the car”

You could feel him tremble, his nails digging into your flesh. “No”

“It was you. You killed Yoongi—and tried to pin it on Jimin” You shivered in his hold. You couldn’t have another Yoongi in your life. Another man who was willing to shape your environment to have you. To control you. To see you as nothing more than a trophy.

“Yoongi was horrible to you. I did you a favor, baby. I did everything you wanted. You owe me” Namjoon hissed—his hold unwavering. He dove for your lips, roughly snatching them between his. Anguish flooding through his touch. You groaned—unable to move—unable to push him away.

He was so big. His muscular chest pressing against you. His breath hot, mingling with yours. Eyes shut—lost in bliss while yours were wide open. You had never seen more clearly. When had Namjoon become this monster? And had it been your fault all along? Did you do this to him?

As guilt plagued your thoughts, Namjoon took it as an opportunity to go further. Other hand on your thigh, he slipped his fingers under your dress—hooking them around your panties before yanking them both down sharply. The fabric burned against your sensitive skin. But he could care less. His bulge was throbbing, pressed tight against your hole he jerked his hips. The button of his jeans giving a painful relief to your core.

As if awaken from a haze you placed your hands on his chest—attempting to push him away. He smirked at your effort—you couldn’t move him. There was no way. Namjoon was far stronger than you—and you knew that.

With a swift motion of his hand he unbuttoned his pants, allowing his eager cock to spring up. Tugging at it, he looked back into your eyes. You shuddered at what you saw. He was gone. The Namjoon you knew wasn’t in there. He had lost it.

“Wait—” You could barely breathe. The lack of air driving you to a sense of faintness. Weakly you called out his name, hoping you could get to him. Break through to the Namjoon you really knew.

“Don’t fucking act so innocent, Y/n” He hissed, “I know you better than all of them. I know you love this. I know you want to slobber all over my cock, let me bounce you up and down on it until your crying for me. I know you want it to hurt—baby I’ll make it hurt” He tightened his grip. Instinctively your fingers came up to your neck, attempting to pry him off so you could breathe. “I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted don’t you see, Y/n? It’s always been me. By your side from the very beginning. I’ve seen it all. Every step of the way. I love you and you love me it’s been us against the world—don’t you see?” His words were incoherent. You were beginning to lose consciousness. At some point Namjoon slid inside you. Lips parted in pleasure, he thrust into you—tight and hard.

Your eyes threatened to close. Mind going blank as the image of him began spotting. You didn’t know who you were wishing to come save you. You were so tired of being saved. Of needing to be.

Weakly you slid your hand up his chest. Over his neck and cupped his cheek. Kiss me—you tried to speak but nothing came out. Namjoon seemed to get the hint though. He let you go and you gasped for air—a short lived effort when he swallowed your lips once again.

His cock burned inside of you, dragging against your walls your pussy trying to push him out but he heathed himself deeper and deeper. It felt good—you hated that it did. You hated that it was him as his lips slid to your neck, sucking love bites across your shoulders.

You felt claustrophobic. You needed air. You needed space—tears began to build in your eyes. Your free hand searched for your phone—fumbling it in your hands as you dialed the name popping up. You felt the device vibrate, and a wave of relief swept over you. You were not going to surrender.

You still had a little fight left in you.

“You didn’t just kill Yoongi” Your fingers found the back of his head. Namjoon looked up—lips swollen, breathing heavily. Eyes blasted with lust and need. “You became him”

Namjoon growled, shifting you with ease until you were on top of him, holding your neck against the car door. You grinned—reaching for the champagne glass you tosses the liquid in his face.

Reflexive, his hands went to his face, wiping the burning alcohol from his eyes and in that moment you rolled aside, opening the car door. It didn’t matter than your panties were hanging from your ankle. It didn’t matter that your neck was bruised.

The car was driving fast. There was no one else around. You could jump.

Weighing your options in your head, you hear a loud engine some ways in the distance. A motorcycle caught up to the limo—the rider, a bed of jet black wavy hair that you recognized all too well. Eyes closed, you took a moment, Namjoon grabbed for you but you kicked him off.

You jumped.

-

Namjoon arrived at the venue, royally pissed off. You ruined his big night—how could you? Were you really that selfish? He knew Jimin would be there. He was ready to put an end to things once and for all. No gun on him—he wasn’t worried. Jimin was small. Jimin was weak. And not nearly as devoted to you as he was. Not willing to go the extra mile to have you.

Ignoring the cameras who plagued him with questions, he pushed past the crowds and marched backstage. His fists trembling, his heart beating fast—blood pumping adrenaline like never before. He was feral. Ready to kill on sight.

Jimin stood backstage, sitting at a mirror and touching up his own makeup. He noticed Namjoon behind him, eyes rolling slightly.

“Good, you’re here” Jimin said, a mocking tone in his voice. Upon closer look, Namjoon could see that Jimin had been removing his makeup. “Hobi has been informed, but I will not be performing tonight. The stage is all yours, asshole.”

Namjoon grabbed Jimin’s arm, “What?”

Jimin chuckled, “You’re such a fucking idiot. Though I suppose all new stars are” He looked him up and down, “Wow, you’re real original aren’t you? Are those my clothes?”

Namjoon swung a punch. Jimin ducked in time. He was no idiot. He knew he couldn’t fight Namjoon.

Luckily, he wouldn’t have to. He had already won.

“Aren’t you wondering where Y/n is?” Namjoon hissed, pacing around Jimin ready to swing at him again.

“I know where she is, Namjoon. I also know what you did to her. And if it were up to me, I’d shoot your sorry ass into the ground right now” Jimin sighed, “But that’s not what she wants. So go out there, and do what you’ve always dreamed of. Leave me and Y/n alone because I swear to you Namjoon—I might leave but I’m always gonna have eyes on you—and I’ll have you dead in an instant.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah” Namjoon turned to see Hobi, gun in hand. “It is. Do what you were hired to do, Namjoon. Let her go”

Namjoon screamed, falling to the floor. Jimin and Hobi exchanged amused looks.

“We better get some great songs out of this” Hobi muttered to Jimin. He grinned widely.

One year later.

The warm glow of early morning sun rays filtered through the white curtains. Your eyes fluttered open, a sense of bliss washing over you as you processed your surroundings. Outside the ocean glimmered, waves softly scathing over the shore. Children ran across the sand—couples played in the water. You turned back to see the love of your life lying peacefully, tangled in the white sheets. The comforter hanging off of him, his toned back bare and ever so still. You picked up his shirt from the ground, buttoning it up as you walked over to the window.

A package was waiting for you. A black box, tied neatly with a red ribbon—no indication of who it was from, or where. You noticed the window was cracked open a smidge. Carefully you untied the ribbon, sliding the top off the box to reveal its components.

It was a leather jacket. The jacket. Jimin's jacket.

You look outside, searching—unsure what for. You see a camera on the edge of the building across from yours.

You smile.

Setting it aside, you quickly crawl back into bed, wrapping your arms over Jimin’s back, and pressing kisses all over his neck. He hums softly, unwilling to wake up. You nuzzle against him, before allowing your eyes to fall shut once again. Dreams overtaking you.

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a/n: and scene! thank you for reading and for being so incredibly patient! i hope this was satisfying <3 i love you all!!