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Venom

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Summary-> With an impending hurricane tailing your city's shore, your despair to seek shelter elsewhere was off the charts.

Fortunately for you, your brother's best friend had ample amount of space for you in his abode.

Unfortunately for you, he has just as much leeway in his heart, prompting you to consider, maybe the hurricane was a safer choice in the first place.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Pairing: Soft!Yandere Jeongguk x Reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Genre: Angst, Fluff, Yandere

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Warnings: Manipulation, Gas-lighting, stifling toxic relationship, dub con subtle touching, Jeongguk being a major red flag with no sense of boundaries , Jeongguk has a skewed moral compass.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Word count: 1.7k

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Disclaimer: This standalone piece delves into themes that may be triggering or dark in nature. It is important to note that the behaviors portrayed by Jungkook are purely fictional and do not reflect his real-life character. Reader discretion is advised. Minors are discouraged from engaging with this content. Remember, plagiarism is a serious offense.

“Copyright @sunshine-and-kookies 2024. All rights reserved. No translations permitted without explicit authorization.”

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Lugging your suitcase on the pristine white marble floor of the high-end complex, you briskly pace towards the elevator. Gingerly clicking the button to the topmost floor of the estate, you heave a sigh of relief. Navigating through the bustling streets of Seoul, especially on a busy Monday, has worn you out to the brink of exhaustion. The elevator dinged, prompting you to get inside.

The aftermath of the upheaval caused by the cyclone in your city forced you to abandon your dilapidated apartment building.

With a tear-stricken face and no roof over your head, you had to resort to calling your brother in the wee hours of dawn. 

Long story short, you were to house with a colleague of his, Jeon Jeongguk, temporarily until your apartment was refurbished.

Wringing your wrists together, you mull over how to introduce yourself.

Talking to people was never your forte, and sharing a roof with a man to whom you would be forever indebted had you conjuring up greetings to make a good first impression.

Scrambling through the elevator vault, you trudge towards the large mahogany door of the penthouse, rapping your knuckles on it.

You could discern light footsteps sauntering towards the door. 

With half a mind to turn around and beat a hasty retreat, your grip on the handle of the suitcase tightens. 

The door opens, and the first thing you see is a mop of curled, disheveled, black locks before a face pops out. 

Jeon Jeongguk was in a league of his own. 

With shimmering dark doe eyes that turned into crescent moons at the sight of you, a tall, well-defined nose that scrunched endearingly, a jawline sculpted by Adonis himself, and lips so cushiony, that had you biting yours to stifle lunging at his for a taste.

Gaping like a fish out of the sea, you thrust your hand towards him and mutter a meek, "I'm Y/N. It is a pleasure to meet you."

He chortles.

Smacking your outstretched hand and pulling you into his embrace.

He holds you for a moment before bellowing with a charming grin, "Ah, Y/N, the pleasure is all mine. But I would rather you drop the formalities. Your brother and I are great friends after all."

"Of course. I'm just very grateful that you're letting me stay at your place on such short notice. I'm sorry for inconveniencing you."

With a playful twinkle in his eye, he quips, "Inconvenience? Darling, having you here is anything but. Trust me, it's not an inconvenience in the slightest."

You bashfully nod and murmur, "I'll try to stay out of your way as much as possible."

His smile fades instantly, his expression hardening as he retorts with a clenched jaw. "You staying out of my way? That's not why you're here, Y/N. I want you to feel comfortable, not like you have to tiptoe around."

You offer him a sheepish quirk of your lips, distracting him from his ire as he glances at the curve of your plush lips. His eyes darken the longer he stares.

Perturbed by the sudden attention, you let out a light cough, breaking him out of his reverie.

His hand finds purchase on the small of your back as he grabs hold of your luggage. Opening the door wider, his smile widens as he motions for you to enter. "Shall we?" he asks with a charismatic grin, his demeanor back to inviting and reassuring.

Without waiting for your response, he ushers you inside, his hand still curled around your waist, almost possessively.

He closes the door behind him, his gaze lingering on you for a moment too long before he speaks, "Make yourself comfortable, second door to the right. I'll get you something to drink."

Once he leaves you to settle in, you try to shake off the feeling of his intense, almost palpable gaze by entering your temporary bedroom and taking in your grand surroundings.

The bedroom exudes opulence at every turn. The walls are draped in expensive silk wallpaper, a deep shade of burgundy that exudes richness and warmth. Swathes of velvet curtains drape elegantly around the bed. 

The bedding is a decadent ensemble of Egyptian cotton sheets, adorned with embroidered patterned motifs in gold thread, and a plush velvet duvet. A gleaming chandelier that hung from the ceiling added to the room's grandeur. The room was regal and lavish in every sense.

Unpacking the suitcase, you arrange your clothes in the walk-in wardrobe. Your hands unfurl your lace underwear, smoothing out the wrinkles left in their wake.

"What are you doing?"

A shriek escapes you as you hide your hands behind your back. 

"N-Nothing." 

"Y/n, I'm not going to repeat myself. You're living in my house now, and I'll have you know I will not appreciate you hiding anything from me."

Your lack of response prompts the irate man to grab your forearms before gripping whatever you were hiding from him.

He stills.

He clutches the offending item in his hand like his life depends on it.

You wanted the ground to swallow you instantly.

Mortified, you lurch towards him and take your panties back, eyeing him incredulously.

He quickly apologizes, cheeks flushing red. "I'm really sorry, Y/N," he says, his voice softening.

"I shouldn't have invaded your privacy like that." he says, though his tone lacks genuine remorse.

You accept the underwear with a wary look, your expression guarded. "Just... please don't do that again," you say, voice tinged with a mix of irritation and distrust.

He nods, feigning contrition as he tries to mask his growing arousal.

"Of course not," he assures you, biting back a grin, though a mischievous glint remains in his eyes.

"Anyways, freshen up, Y/N. I'm sure the travel must have been very taxing for you."

You nod hesitantly. "Sure, but please don't worry yourself preparing dinner. I'm already full."

"You don't get a choice, Y/N. What I say goes. No skipping meals under my watch."

You're about to protest, but he ushers you inside the washroom.

"Get in now. Don't forget your underwear this time." He jibes playfully.

The smile Jeongguk adorned slipped off the moment you closed the door.

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Living with Jeongguk entailed a lot of things. 

He was as capricious as one could get.

He was sweet. Eliciting chuckles from you as you both do your laundry, feeding you strawberries as you sit on the kitchen counter watching him cook, and taking playful jibes at you as you both compete playing overwatch. He spoiled you, and you let him.

This was undoubtedly your first mistake.

What began as sweet gestures soon morphed into stifling control. He was overbearingly caring and fussy, ensuring you ate all your meals on time.

His overprotective nature was omnipresent as he made sure to drop and pick you up from college, glaring at anyone he deemed a threat to his "best friend's sister." 

With each passing day, his grip tightened, his possessiveness growing like a creeping vine, wrapping around your life and choking out your independence.

He monitored your every move, criticizing your outfit choices, isolating you from your friends, and slowly making you depend solely on him. For entertainment, for affection, for food, and for shelter. Until your resolve broke. 

You began to question, and push back against his control. But for every step you took towards freedom, he pulled you two steps back, manipulating your emotions with expert precision.

The sweetness of his gestures became tainted with manipulation, his spoiling ways a guise for his insidious intentions. You no longer wish to be the passive recipient of his spoiling ways.

"I'm not asking you for permission, Jeongguk. I'm telling you that I'm moving back to my place. It has been renovated, and there is no need for me to stay here anymore."

The weight of his gaze bore down on you as you hear him let out an indignant scoff. "That's cute."

You arch a brow, encouraging him to elaborate.

He grins. "It's cute you think you can leave whenever you please, baby." He hums contentedly, approaching you with a confident gait.

Your brow furrows at his dismissive response, a mixture of frustration and determination coursing through your veins. His words were like a slap in the face, a stark reminder of the power imbalance that had sullied your relationship.

But you refused to cower in the face of his arrogance, standing your ground as he closed the distance between you with a smug grin. His confidence radiated like a suffocating aura, but you refused to let it intimidate you.

Caught in his tight grasp, you struggled against his hold, feeling the pressure of his fingers like steel clamps on your arm.

"I won't let you go," he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness as he tightened his grip, refusing to release you from his grasp.

"Don't you get it, Y/N? You came here on your own volition, but you only leave on mine."

Thrashing against him, you realize the extent of his obsession. The one that has sucked you into perilous doom.

"I've known you're mine since the day I saw you drop Tae's lunch in the office. How naive of him to think I'll befriend him without an axe to grind."

Your eyebrows furrow at that.

"People like him are just pawns in my world. Pawns without an ounce of dignity. Why do you think brother dearest asked you to live with a colleague of his rather than his own house, that too in the face of adversity?"

Your eyes widen with disbelief as you still in his hold. 

"Like I said baby, the only one you should rely on is me. I'll keep you safe."

He smirks as he sees the fight in you leave. A sense of resignation washing over you.

"Now be a good girl and kiss me."

Jeon Jeongguk was a lot of things.

He was charming, charismatic, and possessive to a fault.

But above all else, he was a master manipulator, skilled in the art of twisting words and emotions, tailored to suit his own desires.

You learned it the hard way. 

The hurricane you escaped was a safer, more viable option than residing with this monster.

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“©© All rights reserved to @sunshine-and-kookies. No translations permitted without explicit authorization.”

UNHINGED (m)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Summary-> The corporate recession has your company grovelling for funds.

As the relegated chief operating officer, you have to bear the brunt of seeking out an enterprising and successful shareholder who can revive your company for posterity.

As a sorry state of affairs, you're compelled to enlist the CEO of Jeon Enterprise for his help. However, The question remains.

Just how much convincing are you willing to do?

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Part: 1 of 2

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Pairing: Yandere Jeongguk x Female Reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Yandere

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Warnings for both parts: Power Imbalance, Blackmailing, Manipulation, inebriation, smut, fingering, groping, penetration, some nasty stuff, light choking, a few corporate jargons, jk is a dick who is smitten with oc, jk is selfish asf, threats of violence (not against OC).

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Word count: 2.1k

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Disclaimer: This is a two-shot which delves into themes that may be triggering or dark in nature. It is important to note that the behaviors portrayed by Jungkook are purely fictional and do not reflect his real-life character. Reader discretion is advised. Minors are discouraged from engaging with this content. Remember, plagiarism is a serious offense.

“©© All rights reserved to @sunshine-and-kookies. No translations permitted without explicit authorization.”

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"This is unbelievable", you lament, hunched over your desk.

"How did the stocks plummet so much?"

"Miss. L/N, The stock market is a gamble." Mr. Kwon offers.

"I am aware of that Mr. Kwon. But the risks we took were calculated." You massage your temples, grumbling defensively under your breath.

The predicament at hand induced mixed emotions in you. On one hand, you were anxious. Anxious for the employees who have a family to fend for, the news headlines they'll be witnessing and the confrontation you'll need to have with the stakeholders.

On the other, less dominant hand, you felt uncannily relieved.

Ever since your company, Jubilee and Co, invested in the share market with you at the helm, you've been waiting for something to go awry.

Simply, because you couldn't fathom anything remotely auspicious happening under your leadership. Not because you didn't have faith in your capabilities. No.

It was because you've gotten the short end of the stick from life so often that you've grown accustomed to it.

And now that your trepidations have borne fruit, you feel the weight being lifted off your shoulders.

Gingerly clutching the cup of coffee perched on your table, you take a sip. This was not the time to wallow in self pity.

"Mr. Kwon, prepare an excel sheet that has all the consolidated data of the company's capital. We can't afford any delays. I have to begin looking for plausible shareholders."

You could feel the soreness kicking in, as you knead the knots in your shoulder.

It was gonna be a long day.

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You peer at your phone's self camera for the umpteenth time.

Huffing, as you rake your fingers through your hair. Everything about your outfit seemed off but scrounging for a better one would take an eternity. You were living on borrowed time as it is.

"Miss. Y/N L/N, Mr. Jeon is ready for you."

You stand upright, hands clenching the portfolio in your hand futilely, your heels scuffing across the floor of the hallway.

Navigating through the huge corridor, you spot the door of the room where the incumbent CEO sits.

Knocking lightly, you speak "Mr Jeon?"

"Come in."

His husky voice beckons.

Drawing in a shaky breath, you step into the room.

And as soon as you do, you're rendered awestruck by the cabin.

It has expansive floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a panoramic view of the bustling city below.

The golden hour sunlight streaming in through the blinds.

The walls, adorned with exquisite golden motifs, which no doubt must have cost a fortune.

Fitting for a billionaire like him, you suppose.

Right in the center of the room is a rich mahogany desk, cluttered with documents.

Perched behind the desk is Jeon Jeongguk, the formidable CEO of Jeon Enterprises. It is renowned globally as the only firm which deals with technological ergonomics. Their unparalleled success transcended borders, setting the standard worldwide.

Needless to say, Jubilee and Co was a far cry from Jeon Enterprises.

You've read enough tabloids about the cold, formidable CEO to know what might transpire.

On behalf of your company's stakeholder, you'll ask him for help. He'll eye you incredulously, disdain marring his face before he politely calls the security guard to escort this deranged woman out.

You're taking a leap of faith coming here and hoping a tech tycoon like him even spares you a glance.

You hear him take a sharp intake of breath, prompting you to look at him.

His mouth was slightly agape, eyes widened, as he stared at you from across the room.

His gaze trailed your dainty form from top to bottom, eyes darkening the more they consume you.

You shudder.

You should have taken time to look for a more flattering outfit. Or maybe your hair was dishevelled?

Clearing your throat, you politely ask him, "May I take a seat, Mr Jeon?"

Caught off guard, Mr. Jeon suddenly stands up before motioning for you to sit.

"Please do, Miss...?"

"Y/N L/N." , you supply.

"Y/N..." His dulcet voice repeats your name, as though in a trance.

There was an eerie tension in the room but you would be damned if you let it get to you and lose this golden opportunity.

"As the chief operating officer, I'm here to represent Jubilee and Co."

This was it.

This was the part where you'll be catapulted out of the building by big and buff security men--

"How may I be of assistance to Jubilee and Co. today?"

You blanch.

Out of all outcomes you were expecting would ensue your introduction, this was the most unexpected one.

You were not prepared for this, how do you broach the proposal of an alliance now?

Quickly gathering yourself, you resume.

"We are honoured you have decided to give us the time of the day, Mr Jeon."

"Don't mention." His tone, though professional, betrayed a hint of eagerness.

"From what I presume, you're here to ask for an affiliation." He continues.

"Your stakeholders want Jubilee and Co to become a subsidiary under Jeon Enterprises."

You were tongue tied.

Mr. Jeon was an astute man. You'll give him that.

"Yes, sir. That is correct."

"And why, exactly, should I invest in a company that is, for a lack of better word, in shambles? Inundated with abysmal employees", He rejoinders.

You wince. No matter how true his word were, they were acerbic.

Jubilee was like a baby to you.

You've gone through hell to make it transition from a tier 3 brand name to a decently esteemed firm. You've spent countless sleepless nights looking after it, skipped meals to tend to it's wounds.

Chagrined, you speak before your brain can process your words.

"I understand your concerns, Mr. Jeon. But Jubilee is more than just its current state. It's a testament to resilience, to the countless hours of dedication and hard work put in by its employees, including myself."

Your gaze meets his, vulnerability shining in your eyes.

"Yes, we may have faced setbacks, but we've also overcome them. I believe that adversity often presents the greatest opportunities for growth. I understand your reservations, Mr. Jeon, but I urge you to consider the untapped potential within Jubilee. With the right investments and guidance, I firmly believe that it has the potential to rise from its current situation and flourish once again."

A hush falls over the room.

Jeongguk's gaze remained unwavering, fixed on your face throughout your entire tirade.

"Consider me convinced, Miss. Y/N."

"S-Sir?"

"I guarantee. Jubilee's stock will be restored, funds will be augmented, and brand reputation will be unrivalled. The employees that will henceforth be inducted will be recruited by my personal hiring team."

You can barely hear the rest of his sentence, already thrumming with excitement. Your mind plotting all the ways you can get back at the naysayers.

The resurgence of Jubilee is inevitable, now that you have Jeongguk on board.

"But, you must understand Y/N, there are no free lunches in this world."

And just like that all your dreams come crashing down.

"Pardon, sir?"

Mr. Jeon gracefully rises from his chair, closing the proximity between the both of you as he leans on the front of the desk, positioned directly in front of you.

"I'll accede to all your demands, but I want a fair trade."

Mr. Jeon's words hang in the air. You had hoped for a smooth negotiation, where was this coming from?

"What kind of fair trade are you suggesting, Mr. Jeon?"

A knowing smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he meets your gaze.

"I'll provide my expertise, my resources, to ensure Jubilee's revival," he begins.

"But in return, I ask for something beyond the confines of business."

There is a tacit silence enveloping the room.

The implication of his suggestion is glaringly blatant.

Situations like these were rife in the corporate world. Pleasure in exchange for business gains was not unheard of.

What was however, unheard of, was an employee of Jubilee engaging in such lewd dalliances.

While they were definitely slacking and inept when it comes to work and strategies, Jubilee has maintained a pristine image of possessing the most morally sound employees.

You are caught in a mire.

On one hand, you are disgruntled that he thought you were so shallow that you'll take him up on an offer as promiscuous as that.

But on the other hand, you are convinced this is your only shot at reviving Jubilee. Jungkook's assets and team marshalled together will undoubtedly take Jubilee to unprecedented heights.

"We have a deal, Mr. Jeon."

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"Jeongguk, stop please! Not now, I have to get ready for a meeting."

"I don't renege on my promises, baby girl." He hums, biting your lower lip as his hands fondle your clothed chest.

"And I expect the same from you, yeah?"

The past few months have been very conducive for Jubilee.

As expected, with Jeongguk's acumen & assistance, the company is practically thriving, now in a league comparable to the unicorns.

And it had to be. You've traded yourself for its prosperity after all.

"Fuck", the expletive rolls off your tongue as a strangled moan.

His palms knead the flesh as he grinds his hips on your clothed pussy.

"You're so pretty, my baby. Got me wrapped around your little finger like a hormonal fucking teenager."

He grunts in your ear as one of his hands find purchase on your hip, the other smoothly lifting your pencil skirt to stroke your thigh.

"Kook, I c-can't"

He is terse as he pants, "Yes, you can. You will do everything I ask you to, am I clear?"

"Y-Yeah"

"Good girl" He dotes.

Unbuttoning your top and latching his tongue onto your now bare nipple.

"Stop teasing Kook, touch me already. I'm so fuckin' wet"

He grins as he resumes his ministrations on your inner thigh, cheekily peering up at you from where he is stationed, between your breasts.

"Someone's needy."

You huff exasperated, placing a hand on his as you halt him.

"Fine, I'll just ask Taehyung for help. He won't deny me anyways."

All air escapes you as you're suddenly jerked, your bare back meeting the wall with a thud.

You open your eyes at the sudden movement.

Jeongguk's laborious breath is laden with ire.

Eyes closed. Jaw clenched.

His previous playful beam, nowhere to be found.

He takes in a deep breath before opening his eyes.

They're the darkest you've ever seen them. Pupils enlarged to an extent that his eyes appear pitch black.

You fucked up.

His hand comes up as he lightly chokes you, not enough to hurt you but enough to cause a pool of wetness dripping down your thighs in its wake.

"Say shit like that one more time and see me burn that fucker alive."

"You have the fucking audacity to even think of another man, when yours is right in front of you? Don't you fucking forget who you belong to Y/N. You're fucking mine. Body, Heart and Soul. You've sworn your loyalty to me. You've surrendered yourself to me completely the day I agreed to buy that shitty company of yours."

Your panties are completely drenched at this point and you're unsure if its because you're turned on or petrified of how vexed he has become by the mere thought of you with another man, even though you had said it in jest.

Without any preamble, his fingers prod at your entrance as he sinks them in. Your walls embracing him like second skin.

"Even your tight little pussy isn't yours anymore. It belongs to Jeon Jungkook.”

He slaps your pussy immediately after, as though proving his point.

“And I don't fucking share, so you better pray to any deity you worship that I don't fucking catch you masturbating or so help me god."

He fingers you passionately. Not stopping even after you plead him to.

"T-Too sensitive, K-Kook."

Unbuckling his belt, He pulls out his penis. It stands tall, proud and red with pre cum oozing out of the tip.

You grab him for stability as he pushes the tip in, letting your walls adjust and clamp before he brutally picks up his pace.

"Tell me who you belong to." He bellows.

Too out of it, you fail to form a coherent response.

THWACK.

He slaps your ass hard.

Once. Twice. Too many times to count.

"I-I'm yours Koo, only yours." you manage to say, eager to cajole him.

"Damn right you are." He hums, seemingly placated with your answer. Picking up his pace, he spits in your mouth, meshing his tongue with yours, while his fingers play with your clit.

You feel the familiar warmth below your cervix, as you groan,

"C-Cumming"

He gently pats your hair, kissing your earlobe.

"Let go, baby."

As you ride off your high, too blissful to pay attention to your surroundings, you don't notice the way Jeongguk's gaze darkens.

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Part: 1 of 2

“©© All rights reserved to @sunshine-and-kookies. No translations permitted without explicit authorization.”

M A S T E R L I S T

“Copyright @sunshine-and-kookies 2024. All rights reserved. No translations permitted without explicit authorization.”

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Key: [☁️–> angst 🥰–> fluff 🫦–>smut ⚠️–>yandere]

𝖩𝖤𝖮𝖭 𝖩𝖤𝖮𝖭𝖦𝖦𝖴𝖪

V E N O M {☁️,🥰,⚠️}

U N H I N G E D part 1 part 2 {☁️,🥰,🫦,⚠️}

hidden tales

pairing: yandere prince! jungkook x princess! reader

summary: You’ve been hidden from the people outside the castle since your mother married the king. The day you turn eighteen is the day your presence will be known, and your stepbrother is not pleased about it.

warnings: yandere themes, pseudo-incest, locking up, manipulation, possessive behavior, loss of virginity, explicit smut, rough sex, coercion, impregnation, dacryphilia, manhandling, violence, unprotected sex, overstimulation, non con/dub con, mention of murder.

word count: 13k

The chirps rippled through the vast walls as if it was calling for you, you followed the enchanting melody of the birds singing with as light steps as possible. Each chirp was visible and beautiful in your ears, a sound you longed after the dreadful storm that had frightened them into hiding in their caverns.

When you arrived to the courtyard, your eyes gleamed in admiration of the birds flying freely across the immense canvas of oceanic blue skies. They danced enthusiastically, as if they were lost souls who had been freed from their cages for years. Closing your eyes—listening to their sings, then all of a sudden, the melodious sweet tone of their chirps had slowed into something resembling an alarming tone of impending danger. The delicate flock of their wings turned into a rush, as if they were fleeing away from a threat.

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jjk || Miracleworker

wc: 1.8K

summary: You're too obvious about your obsession with Jungkook. He could teach you a thing or two, and he does.

tags: yandere!jk x fem!yandere!reader, virgin!reader, hardcore smut, pwp, ftl, classmates au, smut (18+)

warnings: breeding kink, spit kink, breastplay, fingering, unprotected sex*(please be safe, use a condom), explicit language (words such as wh*re, sl*t), heavy dirty talk, praise kink, begging, brief restraint, macrophilia, dick bulge lol, rough sex, mention of m&f masturbation, bigdick!jk

a/n: my friend @koodak is the devil, i am sure.

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You had too much time to daydream during class. Assignments were pointless, lectures were boring, and material was just recycled from last year. It didn't matter to you. You got the work done, regardless, early.

Completely uninvolved with the outside world, your imagination grew beyond simple daydreaming. You fostered entire worlds, fantasies, visions of the most indulgent nature-- the subject of which was none other than your innocent classmate.

Well-- innocent was a reach. He's devastatingly beautiful. It was specific to him. He carried himself with a confidence that was hard to ignore, his nose twitched every time he found something particularly funny. He seldom participated in class or any group activities, opting to work by himself, instead. He was addictive to stare at, a tall glass of water, and you were a thirsty girl.

You swore you'd catch him looking back sometimes, with a tiny smirk that disappeared the second it appeared on his face. He would shoot you a confused, slightly annoyed glare whenever you stared too long.

In reality his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but in your twisted little mind, you dreamed about the way they would look knitting into one another with sweat dripping from his forehead while his hips snapped up to abuse your hungry cervix.

Truthfully, he was a master of delusion. Creating the illusion that he was never and would never be interested in you. Of course it was a guise. It was a game he played with you.

In fact, he'd come home every night and pull his cock out, touch himself to the thought of you sitting on his face. He'd stroke himself to mimic your tightness, using his own saliva as lube imagining your squelching cunt clenching around his fat cock in long, thorough strokes. He just wasn't an amateur, unlike you. So cute. You thought you could hide your little thing from him.

He knew you, Y/N. No use in hiding, no use in playing it off. He just liked watching you, in every possible sense. The way you bit your pens when you were concentrating on your work, the way you crossed your legs whenever you looked over at him.

He desperately wanted to kiss the lips that kissed your coffee cups…to fuck the pussy that hid beneath that sad excuse for a school skirt. He could rip it off of you, and leave the flimsy fabric torn, discarded on his bedroom floor. That's not a threat, it's a promise.

You were so smart. He ogled over how smart you were, always finishing before everyone else so that you could sit back and relax.

He knew it was only a matter of time before he'd get his hands on you. Tonight he does, and it's everything you'd both imagined and more.

-

"You stare at me in math class. You keep looking over at me like I don't know from those gaping eyes what you think about, when your legs are pressing against one another trying to focus on that lesson...do you even remember what she was teaching that day or do you just remember the pants that I was wearing?"

"What color were they, y/n?" He yanks your restraints towards his face so that your eyes meet his, his leering face inches away from yours.

"Slut. Fucking whore. Is all you think about me screwing you, is all you think about me throwing you around and stretching your cunt with my massive cock?"

"You're going to fucking answer me, little cockslut," his thumb sinks into your mouth, pressing into your tongue, your breath quivering with excitement.

"Yes, fuck~ that's all...that's what I think about, it's all I think about," you cry, and you feel his hands smooth their way to your little red lace panties and tug the material out.

"Red," he pushes you back on to the bed and breaks out into a devilish smile."My favorite color, and you knew that because I said it when we first introduced ourselves to the class, icebreakers."

"You little fuck."

"Feel a man's pulse from his cock under you, grinding and rubbing on that cunt while I suck on your fucking tits," His hands travel upwards and, between his two fingers, he pinches the nubs lightly. "Cute."

Nothing can conceal his desire, lust, playfulness, curiosity and primal need.You shiver. His lips wrap around the bud, his left hand tending to the other as he kisses on it, messily taking it between his teeth and sucking roughly.

His head between your breasts, he stares up at you with those innocently deadly eyes, and you drink in the sight."There's a cure for girls who can't stop staring at men's cocks in public."

"My mouth can do miracles, cockslut."

"Cum, shaking for it, screaming from it alone and I will...but I can't ignore the fact that when you masturbate,"

"When you fill up that little pussy of yours with your hungry fingers,"

"You scream from just the thought of having my dick inside of you." An overwhelming hunger overcomes him, manifesting in need to fill you with his seed.

"This dick," Jungkook places his inked hand over his bulge, playing with his as if it's nothing at all. He strokes it through his clothes, hissing and bucking into his palm, his jaw slacking into a sloppy smile.

"This monster of a cock is going to fill you with my fucking kids,"

"And they'll talk. Trust me, knowing my friends and their friends, they'll talk about how you're carrying my baby as a senior,"

"I need to fuck it into you first, right?" He chuckles."Take all your clothes off, it's annoying me."

You strip frantically, unable to ignore how gushy you were from just the way he talked about handling your body--His thumb splits your labia. A thick, delicious trail of your arousal stretches out, cloudy white. He sucks the side of his thumb where you're connected.

He tugs his pants down, the prettiest cock you've ever seen springs out, causing you to drool out of the corner of your lips.

"Where's your lube?" He gets the hair out of his bare face. His lips are perfect, his skin glows in the most natural way, his ears are pierced and his hair flows which ever way his hands part it. God of a man.

"I...don't need it, they usually...I don't usually..." you try to find the words to say that you're basically a virgin.

"Shit, no way. You've...oh, fuck..." his dick twitches at the thought that he'd be breaking you in.

"No way," he says, like a dumbass.

"Stop...it's really not like that, I just haven't wanted anyone like I've wanted you," you rasp. He'll do it just right. After all, he is meant for you. Jungkook cups his cock in his hand, holding it to spit lube on to his length, hissing at the cool feeling.

"I'm gonna spit on you, but it...you don't look like you need it," he warns, his thumb playing with the swollen nub above your u-spot."Getting all over yourself here…"He's distracted. Of course he is. He thought that you'd be the one staring at him all night but he's now fascinated by your body and all the different colors and oh my fucking God it's the hottest thing.

You whine, jolting at his fingers poking around."Mmn! Stop it, get inside me!!"

He gives you a surprised look."Impatient brat." He throws you around the bed, hooking you around his hips before laying down a lous smack on your ass, stinging your skin and causing you to bite down hard on your lip."You will fucking obey me. You'll listen to me, you'll comply to my every command of you and you're going to be fucking quiet and patient as I prep you."

How could you fucking be quiet when the man of your fantasies is splitting your thighs open, growling in your ear about to fuck his hot cum into your cervix. Yes, yes, fuck! Your body worships him, his body worships you in such a wonderful way, he's all yours!

You felt his hand over your ass and gasped. "Ohhh...oh my God, Kookie, your hands are on me…"That's when you feel his tip graze your lower lips, and you tense, registering the feeling of him."Ahhh...fuck, fuckkk...oh please, fuck me Jungkook fuck me~" you lean on his chest, your mouth finding purchase on his chest and sucking a deep mark on him, claiming him selfishly

His thighs spread a little wider, his hands grip you harder as he kneads your ass, picking up a coarse rhythm for you to feel every inch of that shaft, coat him with your juicy cunt...He gasps, the baritone voice wavering in your ear; his tip kisses your clit.

"Fuck, fuck...oh fuck," you whine, holding on to his back and scratching it up, clenching for him. He feels it, guiding you back down so that you can feel the stretch of his head for the very first time.

"Y/N,"

"When you look at it in class again? Remember that it fucked you like this." He speared you, your walls thrashing to welcome his dick with an intense friction. He was hot, he was heating up, swallowing his spit. He turned his head down and let a fat glob of his saliva fall to where you both bonded.

"It's big, yeah?" He moved his hips in small circles to help you get used to the sheer girth of him.

"You can take it though," he hisses.

He tosses you, brings your knees to his shoulders and shallowly thrusts, experimentally until he feels you take him a little easier "That's good, yeah...like that..." he pants, his eyes meet yours.

"Juhn...mnh...mmfuck feels so good, cock~"

His hand holds your jaw agape, your lips cutely pouting into a receptive position as a bead of his spit lands on your tongue.

He smiles. He's breathing hard, his hands beneath your thighs as he sucks at the skin under your jaw, causing your mind to dizzy. "Ahhh~" you whine sharply.

"When I fuck this baby into you, you're going to get pregnant with my fucking kid, you'll be mine forever," he hums as he's smacking his dick into your squelching heat.

"You're gonna take this cum like a fucking streetwhore, I'm going to fill you with my seed and you'll carry my fucking kid, that's my fucking cum filling your cunt," he growls.

"Of course I'd be the best father, too...after all, they'll be ours,"

He leads your hands down to where you feel his dick bulging through your abdomen, his adamant thrusts yielding the sweetest sounds from your aching body. All you can do is scream.

He pacifies you, providing his thumb for you to desperately suck on as his meticulous thrusts spur on your fast-approaching orgasm.

It overflows before you can stop yourself, and you're convulsing around his cock wildly, holding on to his form as he guides your hips back down so he can paint your walls with his hot cum.

It's sticky, warm, but it feels so full, your heart is fluttering. It's unlike anything you've ever felt.

"That's a good girl," he hums. He kisses you, his hands resting around your body.

You're a good girl.

-

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a dangerous game // jjk

yandere!jungkook x reader

inspired by The Most Dangerous Game by Richard Connell (any similarities between his story and this one-shot are credited to him)

genre // one-shot, yandere au, killer au, hunter au

warnings // yandere behavior, mentions of murder/death, strong language, suggestive content

word count // 6.1k

part 02 // epilogue

You were in love with him. Jeon Jeongguk was everything you’d ever dreamed of and more. He was wealthy, kind, gentle, and most importantly, he loved you dearly. You knew he would always be there for you to guide you and protect you. You’d been together for just over a year and knew he had made plans to propose to you. But you found it strange that he had never brought you home to meet his parents. You hadn’t even so much as been introduced via phone call. Every time you brought it up he would shrug it off as if it wasn’t that big of a deal. After a while, you learned to ignore it and stopped asking. Surely he would introduce you before you were married.

That day came sooner than you thought. Jungkook planned an extravagant night on his yacht with dinner, dancing, and music. His proposal couldn’t have been better; it was very romantic and you couldn’t stop the tears that brimmed in your eyes. That night as you lied in his arms, you brought up his parents again. “Gguk-ah,” you batted your eyelashes at him making him kiss your temple before meeting your eyes.

“Yes, my love?” He nudged his nose against your own and you hummed with joy.

“Don’t you think it’s time I met your family? I mean, I’m going to be your wife in a few months.” You half expected him to be annoyed with you. You used to ask this question all the time before taking the hint and stopped bringing it up altogether.

But he wasn’t angry at all. He chuckled and sat up, reaching for his phone from the bedside table. “You’re right. Now would be a great time. I’ll call them and set something up.” You sat up beside him, kissing his cheek to show your appreciation as he listened to the phone ring. He winked at you before speaking. “Ah, Eomma. I have something to ask you.”

-

“It’s all settled,” he said laying down beside you again. He pulled you into his chest and kissed the top of your head. “Are you excited?”

“Mmhm. Where are we going?”

“Our island off the coast of Korea.” You nodded. You’d only heard of his family’s island before. He told you about the vacations they used to take there when he was younger. Now, he goes on hunting trips on the island with his father. “It’s the perfect place to get away, just the four of us.”

“When do we leave?”

“Our flight is next weekend. My parents will meet us there two days after we arrive. That gives us a little time to ourselves.” He looked down at you, raising a brow suggestively.

“Oh? I don’t know what you mean,” you teased.

“Huh.” He pushed you off of him and onto your back to straddle you. “I guess I’ll just have to show you.”

-

The flight wasn’t as long as you thought, only a mere four hours until you landed on the private airstrip. You pulled up to a large manor set deep into the woods. It was made from grey bricks and was complete with tall gates and a fancy fountain in front of the main entrance. It almost seemed like a big fortress seeing as it was literally in the middle of nowhere.

Jungkook helped you out of the vehicle, grabbing your luggage and taking your hand to lead you inside as the black car drove off.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Jungkook said. “I can’t wait to show you around inside.” He put down his duffle bag to push open the big decorative door in front of him, revealing a lobby with a beautiful staircase. “Welcome to the Jeon Manor.”

It really was gorgeous. The marble floor was freshly polished and grand wood statues littered the walls.

“Come on. I’ll show you to our room.” Jungkook led you up the twisting staircase and down a series of halls before finally reaching your bedroom. He opened the set of twin white doors and let you enter first. It was similar to the rest of the place. The wood floor was decorated with extravagant rugs and elegant curtains were draped over the large windows behind the king size bed.

“You know, sometimes I forget that your family is loaded. Not anymore.”

Jungkook snickered and walked over to you, giving you a quick peck. “I’ll be right back, my little gold digger.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna go turn the water and gas lines on. You can wait for me here.” He winked at you and left you standing in the middle of the room.

“Jeon Jeongguk, we just got here!” You called out to him.

“We gotta break it in!”

Rolling your eyes at his suggestive behavior, you set your bag on the floor and lied down on the bed, tracing the soft duvet with your fingertips. After a few minutes, you heard footsteps coming up the stairs again. Assuming it was Jungkook, you called his name. Nothing. You got up from your spot on the bed and made your way to the door, heart rate slowly increasing. “Hello?”

“Oh!” A strange man jumped back when you turned out of the bedroom. You were startled as well, but this guy seemed particularly jumpy. He held his hand over his chest, attempting to level his breathing before looking at you.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” Normally you wouldn’t apologize to a stranger that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, but Jungkook had told you about one of the butlers who lived on the property. “You must be Hoseok.”

“Yes,” he smiled. He reached out his hand for you to shake. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d arrive so quickly. I haven’t seen the master yet, so I wasn’t sure.”

“Oh, that’s alright. I’m Y/n.”

“Yes, I know. I’ve heard so much about you.” He swallowed thickly. Something about this boy seemed off to you. He seemed timid, almost like he was afraid of something.

“I see you’ve met Hobi.”

Hoseok jumped into you as Jungkook spoke. “Yeah,” you said. Jungkook stepped past the boy and took your hand. “Hobi, will you go let my parents know we’ve made it? I have something else I need to take care of.”

“Of course, master. Right away.” He turned to leave before you grabbed onto his arm to stop him.

“Hoseok, are you alright?”

“Oh, yes Ms. Y/n. I’m fine.” He nodded quickly and gave you an unconvincing smile. His eyes flicked between you and Jungkook a few times before he bowed and left. He certainly was strange, and you were curious about him.

Jungkook pulled you into the bedroom and shut the doors, pushing your back against them. With his arms planted on both side of your head, he began to kiss and bite at your neck. “Jungkook?”

“Hmm,” he hummed as he continued to leave marks across your neck.

“What is Hoseok so afraid of?”

“I’m not sure,” he said as he moved to nibble on your ear. “He’s always been like that. Jumpy.”

“But why? What’s got him so on edge?”

“Dunno. Now, will you stop talking about him and let me take care of you?”

“Oh, I was that something else.”

He stopped his ministrations and looked in your eyes. “What else did you think I was gonna do?”

You sighed, giving in to him as he leaned in to brush his lips against yours. This was going to be a weekend you’d never forget.

- 

After dinner, you left Jungkook to look around the house yourself. You wandered through the long corridors of endless rooms. You weren’t sure what you were looking for exactly, you just found the place mesmerizing.

In the basement, you came across a metal door with an emblem of two swords crossing on it. Interested in seeing what was behind, you reached for the knob. Locked. You could feel a slight draft coming from underneath and hitting your toes. What could possibly be behind it? You dropped to your knees to peek under the crack. It was pitch black; the room surrounded with darkness, but you could make out a faint odor. There was definitely something hidden beyond the door.

“Y/n? Where’d you go?” Jungkook called for you from upstairs. For some odd reason, you felt like you shouldn’t be down there. The locked door was giving you a strange feeling. You jogged up the stairs to the next floor to answer him.

“Coming,” you shouted as you made your way up to him. “Sorry, I was just looking around.”

Jungkook looked into your eyes, tilting his head to the side. “That’s okay,” he said. 

Although he just gave you permission to be curious, he seemed awfully uncomfortable with the idea of you wandering off on your own. His eyes were squinted in an attempt to read your expression; to see if you had actually found something that could direct your attention away from him. 

“Let’s go upstairs. There’s a bathroom connected to our room you can get ready for bed in.” You nodded and he took your hand. 

At ten o'clock, you finally crawled into bed. As you lie there, you couldn’t stop yourself from focusing on the questions swirling in your mind. What was behind that door? Why was it locked in the first place? Why had Jungkook seemed so uneasy when you left his side for a few minutes? 

As you lay there entertaining your imagination, another thought came to you. If Hoseok lived on the property, why did Jungkook have to go turn on the gas and water? Shouldn’t they already be running? And if he wasn’t where he said he was, then what was he doing? You remembered how Hoseok acted when Jungkook returned. He was nervous; definitely afraid of something. It was all very confusing. 

Despite your mind running in circles, you were still quite tired. You pushed the eerie feelings aside and snuggled up to your fiancé, drifting off in a matter of minutes.

-

Your eyes shot open with the creaking of the bedroom door. Jungkook was sound asleep next to you, so who could be on the other side? The door pushed open the rest of the way and you clung to your boyfriend, anxiously waiting to see what was entering your bedroom. 

“Psst.”

You glanced up to see Hoseok peering around the door frame. He was beckoning to you; motioning for you to meet him downstairs. You nodded in acknowledgment, checking the time on your phone. It was only 11:30. You carefully pulled the covers from your body and tiptoed to the door. Before you left, you looked back at Jungkook, hoping he wouldn’t be disturbed from your absence. 

You met him in the foyer. He had his arms crossed on his chest as he paced back and forth. He was nervous again. 

“Hoseok, are you okay? What’s going on?” He looked up at you with fear in his eyes. 

“I have to show you something. When I do, you’ll understand why you need to leave him. Run. Get out of here the first chance you get. It’s not safe.” 

“What? What are you talking about?”

“We need to be really quiet. I’m sure you know he’s a light sleeper. If we get caught…” his words trailed off as his imagination took him somewhere you did not want to go. “Please. Just follow me and be quiet.”

You don’t know why you automatically trusted him. You were curious to see what he needed to show you, but he was acting like Jungkook was going to hurt you. Nevertheless, you followed close behind him. He led you into the basement and right up to the locked door you had found earlier. He pulled out a set of keys on a large ring, fumbling through them slowly in order to keep quiet. 

“I know you’ve been wondering what this is. I followed you down here earlier before Jungkook called for you.” You shot him a weird look as you began to lose your trust in him. He picked up on it right away and continued. “Look, I know you’re really confused right now, but I need you to trust me. I’m trying to help you.” 

He picked one of the keys and slid it into the lock, twisting it and pushing the door open. “What you’ll see in here,” he said grimly as he stared at you, “is not the same man you think you know.” You felt your stomach drop. What in the hell has him on edge like this? You were getting tired of him scaring you with his vague choice of words, so you pushed past him and into the dark room.

Letting your eyes adjust, you looked around. All you could see was swords, bows, guns, the works. It was an armory packed full of weapons, no wonder the room was locked. A large sheet was covering the walls of the room where you expected mounts for animal heads to be. Hoseok came in behind you. He grabbed ahold of one of the sheets and pulled it off the wall revealing a smell that made your dinner churn in your stomach; it was all you could do to keep it down. The sight was something you knew you would never forget. 

Underneath the sheet were rows and rows of mounts for game, but they didn’t hold up animal heads. They were holding human heads, severed at the neck and rotting. Some were older, they had more of the skull showing than others did, but they all released the same sickening stench. 

You fell to the floor, landing on your butt as you did the only thing you could think of. You screamed. A blood-curdling screech that could have been heard in Korea. 

“Shit!” Hoseok panicked. He picked you up from the floor and dragged you out, locking the door again. You were dry-heaving on the ground as your head spun. You couldn’t see or hear clearly; there was a ringing in your ears that blocked out Hoseok’s calming words. He pulled you up by the arms, forcing you to look at him. “Listen to me! You have to leave him! You have to get out of here before the game begins!”

You didn’t know what he was talking about, but you didn’t stay long enough to ask him. You pushed him away from you and ran as fast as your wobbling legs could go. You dashed up the stairs and into the foyer, trying to make it to the front door. As you rounded the corner you smacked into something firm and cushy, falling to the floor again. 

“Woah,” Jungkook stepped back in surprise. “What are you doing?”

You looked up from your spot on the floor to see his jaw clenched and his eyes shooting daggers at you. He looked pissed off. Had he heard everything that had just happened? No, there was no way. No one else was with you in the basement. 

“Answer me.”

Never in your life had you been so intimidated. You were genuinely afraid of him right now. But then again, maybe it was just the state of shock you were in. Before you could speak up or pretend like nothing was wrong, Hoseok came barreling up the stairs after you.

“Y/n! Y/n, you have to leave-.” His eyes went wide and he gasped as he noticed his master standing before you. There was no getting out of this now. You could see the gears turning in Jungkook’s head as he made the connections between you and his butler. He knew what you had seen. He had meant for you to see it, just not this early. He wanted one more night with you in his arms before he had to start the game. But Hoseok had taken that from him, so yeah, he was pissed. 

Jungkook stared off into space, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek. “Hobi, leave us.” The boy bowed to him and scurried off, knowing full well what was about to happen. Jungkook looked down at you again with a cold expression on his face, making you jump to your feet and race for the door. You slammed into it and desperately yanked at the handle, only to be met with disappointment. It was locked.

Jungkook sighed. “There’s no use in trying to run from me, Y/n. I have this all planned out. Come here, let me explain all this.”

“Explain what,” you seethed, leaning your head against the door. You turned around to face him as the tears began to run down your cheeks. “Can you really explain to me why you have a room full of heads in your basement?”

“Yes. Just come sit down.”

“No.”

He rolled his eyes as his tongue bulged further in his cheek. “This can go one of two ways: either you come sit down and listen to me or I will tie you to the chair. Your choice.” 

Your heart was pounding as you stared back at him, looking for a sign of his usual humor. There wasn’t any. You released the door handle from your death grip and slowly made your way over to him. You sat down on the chair he pulled out for you while he leaned against a small table, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me.” 

“What is it?”

“It’s for hunting.”

“People?”

He paused. “Yes.”

“No,” you gasped as you put your head down and sobbed. You could feel your heart shatter into a thousand pieces. Your throat was burning and you felt like you would be sick again. The man in front of you was a murderer, something you never could have dreamt up in your worst dream. So many emotions were flashing through your mind. Fear, sadness, rage, they were all swirling around inside you and you couldn’t seem to pick one to stick with. This was all happening too fast.

“I need you to pay attention. This is very important.”

You looked up at him again, anger distorting your face. “You kill people.”

He continued, ignoring your statement. “I didn’t want you to find out like this, but seeing as you have, I’m left with no choice. You need to do something for me and I need you to be brave, so listen.”

“Why would I listen to a thing you have to say?”

“If you want to keep breathing, you will.” 

Your eyes widened again as you came to the conclusion that he might actually try to hurt you. “What do you want from me?”

He breathed deeply before speaking. “At midnight I am going to unlock the doors and you are going to run. You’ll have thirty minutes to run, hide, do whatever it takes for you to get away from here before I come after you. Do not get caught. If I catch you, I will have to kill you. I don’t have a choice.” He scanned your face for your reaction before he continued. “You need to make it to sunrise. Once the sun comes up, the game is over and you are safe.”

“What game? Why are you doing this?” you cried. 

“Call it a family tradition. Before I can marry you, before we can become one, you need to prove your worth to my family. You have to make it through the night.”

“You trying to kill me is proving my worth?”

“To my father.”

Your anger quickly took place of your fear. “So, you’ve been lying to me this whole time. You tricked me into coming here. Are your parents even coming?”

“Of course they are! And I didn’t lie to you. Despite what you may think, I have never lied to you.”

“No, this was a lie by omission!”

He paused again, regaining his thoughts before walking over to you. “I told you where I was and that I was hunting. If I told you what I was hunting, you would have left me before I could explain myself.” He stroked your face with his thumb, making you flinch. “It’s just one night, my love. You can do it, I know you can. You’re better than the others.”

Your heart stopped in your chest. Others. Of course, there had been others. He had done this before, and by the looks of it, they didn’t make it out alive. He must’ve been very good at this. Jungkook was more than just a good looking man with a fat wallet. He was a walking fairytale. A dream any girl would die to take to part in; one that was slowly unraveling to be your worst nightmare.

-

At exactly midnight, Jungkook opened the front door and let you go. You knew there was no way you could get him to stop what he was doing. He was convinced that he was doing this because he loved you. You had begged and pleaded with him to change his mind. You even told him that he could lie to his parents about it. Nothing worked. He simply reassured you that you could make it. As you turned to face him one last time, you could still see a glimpse of the boy you fell in love with. The tears streamed down your face again as you looked at him. He smiled softly, the bunny smile you adored so much, and shut the door, kick-starting your survival instincts. You remembered what he said clearly. If he caught you, he would kill you. He was crazy; he thought he was doing this for your relationship, to show your worth. He wouldn’t go easy on you if he found you. You needed to hide as far away as you could. 

All you had with you was a thin jacket, a flashlight, a switchblade, and a wristwatch to keep track of the time. He told you before you left that the sun would rise at 5:54 AM, meaning you had nearly six hours to run around an uninhabited island. 

How did you end up here, tripping over your feet as you fled from the man you were supposed to marry? What had you done that was so bad to deserve this tragedy? The thought that Jungkook had been plotting this very moment since your first date was repulsive. You loved him, you still did, but even if you survived this night of terror, nothing would be the same. This wasn’t just about your relationship. He was a psychopath; a killer. There was no choice. The moment you walked into that armory was the moment your relationship ended.

As you glanced down at your watch you realized your time was up. It was now 12:54, which meant he would be coming for you. You needed to find a place to hide as soon as possible. Sure, you had a half an hour head start, but you knew Jungkook was a skilled hunter. If you continued walking like this, he’d catch up in no time. You considered a few ideas, like hiding in the bushes or climbing a tree, but both choices seemed too risky. Where else was there? There were no buildings and you were surrounded by nothing but trees.

You decided to keep walking when the ground gave out from underneath you. You barely had time to yelp before you landed on your back, completely surrounded by darkness. It must’ve been some sort of pit. You hadn’t seen it when you were walking due to the branches and dirt that covered the opening. You sat up, groaning as you massaged your back. It must’ve been a trap set for animals, or at least you hoped it was. You stood up to look for a way to climb out when you got an idea. Maybe you could just hide out there for a few hours. If you laid down and covered yourself with the branches, you could make it look like you fell in and climbed out.

You were just about fully covered when you thought you heard what sounded like a howl. A deep, animalistic groan that turned your blood ice cold. That was a dog. You could tell. He wasn’t by himself, he had a tracker; a bloodhound. Your hiding place was now completely worthless, and you had just trapped yourself in a hole with a hunting dog and a killer headed your way.

You heard the quiet sniffing now, he was right above you. You laid as still as possible, trying not to shuffle the leaves that were covering you. There was a chance that they could mask your scent.

Nope.

You heard his low and amused chuckle before he even said anything. He knew you were there. You should’ve left when you had the chance. He sighed loudly. “No. Too easy.”

You pushed the branches off of you seeing as there was no point in hiding. He was staring down at you with a wicked smirk, one that probably would’ve initiated something intimate only two hours ago. Now your heart was pounding for a completely different reason. “You can do better than this, love,” he growled. “Try again.” With that, he tugged on the leash of his miniature predator and left you with your mouth hanging open. Did he really leave? Was this a trick or had he just let you go? After you were positive he was gone, you got to your feet and grabbed onto the roots of a tree sticking out of the dirt walls. Pulling yourself up, you managed to crawl out of the hole. You had no time to consider where to go when you’re eyes met Jungkook’s. He wore no expression on his face. He was cold and you didn’t recognize him at all. 

The bloodhound sat patiently beside him, waiting for his master to give him orders.  Jungkook dropped the leash from his hand, not taking his eyes off of you. “Get her.”

Watching a dog that was trained to kill charge at you faster than light made your stomach rise to your throat. You bolted deeper into the woods, forcing yourself to focus on looking ahead of you. If you tripped, you’d get torn apart; limbs being ripped from your body. You used to have nightmares like this; being chased through the woods by a monster. The only difference was you wouldn’t wake up if it caught you.

Hoping you had gained somewhat of a distance, you peeked over your shoulder only to be pounced on by the eighty-pound animal. You hollered as it dragged you down, biting at your jacket sleeve. It thrashed and tugged harshly at the material, trying to hold you down in time for Jungkook to come. You kicked and pushed at the K-9 in hopes of disorienting it, but you knew it was pointless. You continued assaulting it until you felt a sharp pain shoot up your forearm from your wrist. It’s knife-like teeth pierced your skin, drawing blood to the surface. You almost couldn’t feel the pain, it being so excruciating that your mind had numbed it out, but you screamed anyway. You jerked your arm away the second it released and kicked out with as much strength as you could muster. The dog yelped as it flew back, quickly regaining its balance. Your eyes wandered next to the beast, locking onto a black switchblade which must’ve fallen from your pocket when you were yanked to the ground. You knew it would be risky, but this dog would not let you go until his owner arrived. You dove in front of it to reach for the knife despite being immediately tackled again. He latched onto the collar of your jacket, twisting and turning his head. You stretched out your arm and searched for the blade. Jungkook was calling for him as your fingers wrapped around the handle. There was no choice. Your thumb pressed into the button and quickly flipped the blade open, burying it deep into his side. He squealed and whimpered as he backed off of you, laying down with his head tucked to his wound. Jumping to your feet, you made a mad dash, clutching the knife in your hand. That was too close. 

- 

You sat down behind a collection of trees, trying to catch your breath. You ran and ran for what felt like hours. Your feet were killing you, the special insoles of your shoes doing you no justice. Your head was spinning and you were feeling every emotion possible. Sweat trickled down your forehead. It was hard to breathe. Your chest felt tight and your limbs were heavy. You looked at the wound on your arm. It was throbbing, coated in blood that had begun to dry. You were so, so tired. You knew what this was. You were having a panic attack which would only make your situation worse. You couldn’t do anything but sit and tremble as you let the attack pass. When you finally began to calm down, you bawled into your hands. Jungkook would’ve been the one to hold you at that moment. He always sat with you when your anxiety was too much to handle. He would gently pat your back, wiping your tears away and kissing your temple as he whispered words of affirmation in your ear. “You’re okay,” he’d tell you, “Everything is gonna be just fine.” 

But it wasn’t fine. This time he was the reason; the cause of your grievous pain. And he wouldn’t come running to the rescue now. You dried your tears and leaned back against the tree. So tired. You couldn’t stop yourself from slipping away into a peaceful state of sleep.

You couldn’t.  

A sweet, sing-song like voice ripped you from your short slumber. “Y/n?” he called. He wasn’t too far away from you, but you could tell he hadn’t pinpointed your location. Still, you got to your feet and reached into your pocket, clutching onto the switchblade for safekeeping. You would have to make a run for it. 

“Bunny, come out,” he said enduringly. That nickname made you cringe. You had given it to him when you first started dating and now he was using it against you. You were his prey. “Don’t worry about the dog. I forgive you. Just come out so I can see you.” The dog. Had he died when you hurt him? Despite him being your enemy, it still made your heart wrench to think that you had killed him. 

“Baby. I won’t hurt you,” he whined. You stayed still. Your watch read 2:37 AM. He was tricking you again. You wouldn’t move until he had left. “Babyyy,” he sang. Chills ran up and down your spine. Then he went silent. There was no movement, no sound, nothing. All you could hear was the light wind blowing between the branches of the trees. 

A sharp whistle sounded in your ears followed by a dull thump. Right next to your ear, above your shoulder was an arrow lodged in the bark. He definitely knew where you were. You sprinted off again before he had another chance to take aim, listening to the sick sound of his laughter.

-

You kept running despite the terrible burn in your lungs. There had to be somewhere for you to go. You couldn’t continue to switch between hiding places and just barely escape from Jungkook.

You glanced down at your watch only to find nothing but the gash marks where his dog had bit you. Shit. Your watch, the only way you could tell how much longer you needed to keep fighting, was gone. The last time you remember checking was around three o'clock. How long had it been since then? Two, maybe three hours? You couldn’t tell. The treetops were too close together for you to see the sky, but you were pretty sure the moon had disappeared. You prayed for the sun to rise.

Or maybe it didn’t need to. From the corner of your eye, you could see a small fisherman’s boat sitting in the water. You must have walked the circumference of the whole island. There was no dock; the only thing keeping it still was a rope connected to a tree. You wasted no time jogging down to the glimmer of hope you had found.

After removing the jacket you were wearing, you tossed it into the boat. You’d need to wade a little ways to get to it and you’d preferred to have something stay dry.

The threatening crunch of a stick filled your ears just as you stepped into the water. You spun yourself around to search for the source, begging for it to be some kind of animal. You didn’t get to see his face before something struck you on the head and you toppled over. You could feel the blood on your forehead; see it flow in the stream beside you. You saw a pair of tan combat boots standing in front of your face before your mind was filled with darkness.

-

“You did it, baby. You made it to sunrise.” You awoke in a cold, dark room with an ache in your jaw and a pounding in your head. The only light source coming from the door in the front of the room that was just slightly cracked open. You could barely make out Jungkook’s features as he spoke to you.

You attempted to jump to your feet when you were pulled back to the wall behind you. Both of your arms were restrained by the chains in the wall; preventing you from your escape.

“I wouldn’t waste your energy, love. I know you’re exhausted.” You glanced up at him with a look of fear. This was it. You were trapped with no way out. He had caught you, and now he was going to kill you.

“Oh, please don’t look at me like that. You’ve done all that I’ve asked of you, I’m not going to hurt you. Now we can be together forever.”

No. This couldn’t be the end for you. You refused to give in to him. You had to get him to let you out so you could make your way back to the boat. Then you could get off the island and find help. You softened your expression and spoke quietly. “Okay. Okay, you’re right. We can be together. Just let me out so we can talk.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he looked down at his feet. “You might think I’m crazy, but I’m certainly not stupid. I know you need some time to think about everything that’s happened and I’m going to give you that.” He turned on his heels and made his way to the door.

You began to panic. “Jungkook, wait! Please. Please don’t do this,” you begged. He sighed and walked towards you again, crouching to meet your gaze.

“Don’t be scared. I’m not leaving you here to rot. I’m just giving you some time alone to accept all this. When you’re ready, I’ll take you back upstairs.” He reached for your face, but you jerked away before he could touch you. “Please don’t be angry with me. I did this for us. I had to be sure you were the one.”

There was still a chance. You’d have to wait a few days in order to buy his trust, but eventually, he’d release you and you could make a run for it. “I know,” you replied quietly. God, I hope that sounded believable.

“Good girl.” He patted the top of your head lightly and smiled. “I’m so glad you made it. I didn’t want to have to start all over again.” He kissed your temple and made his way to the exit once more before he stopped in his tracks. “Oh, and about that boat,” he said without turning around. “It’s been sitting there for years. Whatever gas might be left in the tank is expired by now. It won’t run, so you can forget about it.” He walked out and shut the door behind him, leaving you to choke back your sobs. “I love you. Never forget that.”

The lock clicked shut and he pulled the key out from the door.

It was a dangerous game he had played.

And you had lost.

a.n. // okayyyyyy so this took me fucking forever but it was so worth it. I hope you like this one. Let me know what you’re feeling and if you think a part two would be good. I may or may not have a few ideas. -Kay

SWEET BIRD

DISCLAIMER : This does not represent the personality of the real life counterparts of the characters used. I do not intend to glorify toxic behavior. I do not own BTS ( :(((((  )

PAIRING : Jungkook x Reader

Warnings : Yandere themes, mentions of hunting animals (kindly mention any others that I might’ve missed in the comments.)

Summary : As the arrival of a new stranger brings prosperity into the village for many, it brings with it dread and misery for one - you.

A/N : I don’t know how this came out to be honest. Hope you like it!

-Aani

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Gold thread weaving over the white cloth, meandering throughout the sleeves of it’s pale canvas. The fabric laid over a wide wooden table, two ends of which were broken, creating a hazard for the young woman hunched over it, holding a needle in her nimble fingers.

Tired hands smoothed away pieces of unruly hair that escaped from her poorly secured bun. These rebellious strands fell into the girl’s eyes. This was a recipe for disaster since the woman in question required absolute focus in her as a seamstress. One wrong turn of a finger and she would not only ruin weeks worth of hardwork but also break the heart of the poor woman who looked forward to wearing the piece in the upcoming village festival.

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