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Jeon Jungkook

⚠️ Mentions of Blood, Gore, Dismemberment, Pedos (not Jungkook), and Technically Serial Killer Jungkook...Hot Jungkook ♡

Master Assassin/ Mercenary

POB: Busan, South Korea

DOB: September 1, 1997

Age: 27 (In this story)

Family Relations: Unknown

Marital Status: Unknown

Body Count: Unknown

How dangerous is Jungkook?

If Mr.Kim decides to sic him on you... it's easier if you do yourself in to save you the trouble because there's no nook or cranny in this world that can save you from his favorite bloodthirsty blade.

For Example, A elderly pervert by the name Yang Jun, a well-known wealthy business man in South Korea although his pockets were unlimited, he's manners and morality were poor.

The big company man seems sure of himself as wired stolen money from some pitiful lowbirth thugs who claimed to be the technical Korean Mafia.

Little did he know Jun signed his whole death certificate and sealed it in crimson ink.

No warnings. No Death threats. No Second chances

"-The victim's dismembered parts was found suspended from his penthouse balcony railing alongside photographic evidences of the victim participating in unspeakable actions revolving around child porn-"

The list of victims who died by Jungkook's bloody hands are endless, I fear.

However, Yn will only see him as Kookie, You're big strong loveable bunny boy.

.....or maybe one day you will see the blood that stains his skin.

New! Our Little Wife Chapter coming soon! I'm excited, ain't you?! Tell me in the comments, it helps me write more lol!

Our Little Wife

~Princess Under House arrest~ Vol. VI

Mafia BTS x Chubby Wife Reader

Being Korea's deadliest kingpins made seven men into untouchable demons, yet their little wife is made out of sugar and spice?

⚠️Um? Yoongi is a warning on his own as well as (bad boy gone wrong) Jungkook. Hot makeout scene w/ long haired drunken yoongi🥵, Jin's a sweetheart beyond sweethearts, Vulgar Language, Manhandling, and Jungkook is a sexy hot head so watch out!☺

<- Sex Sells. V

Your nightgown caught your foot as you rushed to your vanity. You've been cleaned, patched, polish and pampered.

You looked beautiful, a barefaced beauty. A healthy glow to your skin, volume and fullness in your hair-gently brushing your fingers over your face you discovered your nails were fully manicured.

"What's going on?" You lifted your nightgown to find the same result, your toes matched your nails.

All was flawless beside the ache in your wrist, the only thing not tended too, grazing your fingers ghosted over the sore skin-

You hissed with an "Ouch." squeaking out of you.

The sight of Jimin, the very last person you laid eyes on, sent shivers down your spine. Memories came rushing back, overwhelming you with a flood of emotions. The cruel and heartless actions of your once beloved husband twisted your stomach into knots, leaving you feeling utterly disgusted.

Even more so, you shared concern for him, However you do believe that He got what he deserved before you passed out.

But the memories only caused more confusion. Why are you back home? the men knew Jimin? and that man who grabbed you. His eyes...they looked like Kookie's.

To yours and my surprise, One of your French doors was unlocked, You shivered at the numbing temperature and aura of the house, scrolling down the corridor, The wholesome family pictures successfully made you feel like a bit better.

"Kitten?" The echo of a deep male purr startled, Yoongi stood at arm's length he looked sloppy..his clothes were hanging of his figure, hair overgrown into a tousled bun dangling off his broad shoulders.

"Is this finally you? My kitten." He reeks of whiskey. Yoongi calluses grip your jaw bringing your face to his, You grip his button up to keep balance on your tippy toes. "Or I'm finally dying for alcohol poisoning and you're an angel sent to ease my pain as I pass on."

Speechless you stared into Yoongi's heated face to see a long open wound slashed down his right eye, the dried blood still staining his crimison cheek. "If so, Could you pity me a kiss for a heartbroken man." His voice deeply rumbled as he whispered to you before planting his lips on yours.

You gasped. "Yoongi-" ghosting your fingers around his eyes. "You're eye."

Yoongi's large hands ♡ swallowed your chubby waist tugging all of your weight on him. The Innocent kiss turned course following Yoongi's lead as he worked his tongue.

"Mm!" You squeaked against his lips.

His tongue tricks distracted you from those busy hands of his stroking up the curves of your nightgown. You found yourself sandwich between the wall and Yoongi not that you mind-

"Ya! You better not puke on my carpet again, Min Yoongi! Or I'm settling for a divorce." Jin cried, you can't see him but you could imagine the blood rushing to his ears. "Yoongi, if you feeling sick dead outside-" Jin's eyes meeting yours.

Jin's eyes grew three sizes. "Yoongi! You're being too rough-" A harsh shove knocked the wobbly drunken man to the wooden floor where he happily retired. "My princess, Are you hurt? Any of those scratches stinging." He checked you frequently.

Jin quickly settled down placing his large hands on your shoulders, his sorrowful eyes roamed down your nightgown. "Namjoon was right...I should have kept the door locked." He mumbled, the last part before freezing at the loud sound of his husbands coming home so soon..too soon.

In the panic of heavy boots headed up the main staircase, Jin shoved you through your door frame, repeatedly cooing apologies at you as you fell flat on your bum. " I'm so sorry, Daddy loves his princess." You hardly heard him over the door closing with a click. He locked it.

"Is she up yet?" Kookie...

You kept your ear to door.

"No,-" Jin lied. " She's still asleep." You could hear his knuckles whiting from his intense grip on the french door's golden handles.

"What?! It's been three days?! Aren't you fucking concerned-at all!?" Jungkook's satori boomed, startling you on the other side.

You never heard kookie raise his voice maliciously to anyone especially his older spouses.

Jin's temper boiled over much like your bunny's. A loud thump was heard through the wood then a pregnant silence. Jin disciplined Jungkook upside his head.

"How dare you speak to you like I'm one of those punks you beat up, You feral mutt-!"

In seconds, The tip of Jungkook's nose tap Jin's as a horrifying fire burned Kookie's eyes. "What the actual fuck did you just call me?!"

A sudden adrupt shove against the doors sent you hurling into your fluffy carpet once more as fatal squeak falls from your lips. As soon as the cute sound left your mouth, Jungkook released his assault on Jin's collar.

The silence between the two men was deafening til Jungkook broke it with a small whimper. "Creampuff?! Are you alright?!" Jungkook ripped Jin away from your door, swinging opening them open to find you, his startled Creampuff grasping on your nightgown for dear life.

My goodness. You gasped. Nevermind the fact, He completely broken the lock on the doors effortlessly. I don't even think it he realized yet.

Jungkook stood tall before your dumbfounded face, You can admit it's been sometime since you seen your husbands but these dramatic difference in appearance are not for the faint hearted, to yoongi new scar and long hair to Jungkook's entire existence at this point.

He too has quit cutting his hair leaving his to fall to his shoulders , mainly hiding a good some of his face and yet the little droplets shimmering off his tips enchanted you.

It must be raining horribly upon how drained he is.

Jungkook's heavy muggy boots destroyed your ivory carpet as he slowly walked towards your shaken figure in awe. "It's really you?" He breathed, dropping his knees on either sides of your thighs, leaning closer in your face. "It is you."

Your eyes can't stand to look away from the new tattoos decorating the left side of his neck, beautifully paired with the two addictions piercing his lip and eyebrow.

Is this your kookie?

Mommy Virgin ll // Alpha! Babydaddy! JJK x Pregnant! Chubby Reader

W! Strong Language¡!..Sexy buff men¡! Jk in uniform¡! Guess the guest star? Not a warning but 🤷🏽‍♀️

Pssst...if you're new, You might need this -> Mommy Virgin I

An eye-opening scenery opposite of once you closed them welcomed your weary eyes. The sun-kissed your chubby cheeks-Your..in a field...Again, your modesty was at stake this time around the bend.

The nightgown felt like a second layer of skin...clingy onto every curve on your body. You covered yourself from the chilling breeze.

Where's the solder? He didn't do this...Did he? But I would notice him carrying me.

Between the pervious nightmare and now, This place is heaven on earth-soft vibrate flowery fields was a sight for sore eyes. Yet, We all know since can change in a *Snap* especially in a dream.

"Are you alright?" This man was also dressed in military training attire. If his muscles and tattoos weren't intimidating enough then his piercings may do the trick...but he did had a charm to him. "Are you bleeding anywhere?" The soldier nonconsensually examined your bare legs something you didn't mind..honestly.

Only thing you could do was watch. You found yourself speechless over your new dreamland hunk much like Chu Buyeon. However Instead of long black hair, this guy's cut was short like the male leads in ceo themed K-dramas, his eyes were round and child-like, and his smile-

"Miss?" You appeared in a dazed state to the soldier. "Miss, I'm gonna take you with me for safety and medical treatment..."He attempted explained through your daydreaming.

As his large body crouch in closer, You sat still for the soldier as he carried you respectfully. He kept you close to his heart leaving you the perfect opportunity to read his name tag. Jeon.

About halfway through the journey you discovered a horrifying restriction in this dream, You weren't able to utter a word. You attempted to greet the soldier yet he didn't answer. He can't hear you.

"I'm sorry if I'm scaring you.." His voice was comforting. " I just wanted to get you into a safer place..not near the training grounds...it's not safe for citizens."

The soldier's handling of you resembles how a person treats glass.

Along the way, You can't help but notice his beautiful facial features. His brown eyes go deeper than you imagined, there's a cute mole under his bottom lip, a big cute nose, bunny teeth ♡ and chubby cheeks.

There's no way he's a soldier. You though throught the shock.

Before you could consent, you were in the arms of another man this soldier was bashful but crazy strong much like the bunny one. Woo read the patch on his chest. Woo's eyes widen at Jeon " Dude!" He was frantic. Women are strictly not allowed on base and for a good reason-the men. Woo restricted the entrances and blocked the windows. "What the hell?! Are you crazy or do you just have a death wise!?"

Woo kept his volume low ensuring he doesn't surprise you with his harsh tone to his comrade.

" I found her laying in the training fields. What else was I suppose to do, Do Hwan?.." Jeon took pride in lending you his aid regardless of the trouble that comes with you but it's not your fault in his eyes, you're a lost bunny (ironically). " If you were in my shoes you would have done the same thing." He stressed.

Woo could only sigh. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry.." He backed off - "It's just a really what the hell moment, right now."

" How do you think I feel? " Jeon added his horrifying experience. "I was scared shitless fucking running with her WITHOUT anyone seeing her." He reeks of fear.

Surprise! It's a Teaser! I'm sorry but it's more of a tester than Teaser. I'm getting writers block for this story but I love it so much. Please tell me if you like it.

Our Little Maid

Mafia! BTS x Chubby! Reader

Pssst..You might need this -> Our Little Wife

W! Strong Language, Manhandling, Violence , Obsessiveness , possessiveness, and Toxic marriage

"Clearly, I wasn't clear enough about keeping her locked up!" Namjoon's annoyance rose as the minutes passed in complete quiet. "We have bigger shit to deal with than this." You yelped as Namjoon's huge fingers brutally gripped around your bicep. "Wife." You grimaced at how loosely "Wife" played on his tongue.

All around you, there was gunfire-like movement. You've just awoken to a nightmarish folding situation…You'd rather tell yourself lies about what triggered the shift. You're afraid of them.-"Joonie, you.. You're hurting me." Your tears were deafeningly silent. Your husbands began to scream over your squeaks.

"Yah! If you shatter her arm. "I'm going to bash your brains out!" Zip ties restricted Jungkook's mobility to a chair for the time being. "She's our wife, Dipshit!"

Namjoon smiled in response to his darling husband's hollow threats. "Kooky, you're right. Since you're so anxious to get to work, how about this.. " Namjoon's full lips ghost around the shell of your ear. "She is our wife..so-" The buff man pushed and pressed you til you were at Jungkook's boots. "You'll be employed by us. And act like the lovely maid you were referring to before you so impolitely left without getting our consent. "

"Namjoon-Ah!" He pulled your hair while licking his teeth at your " insincere " tears. "I'm so sorry- oww"

Finally, JungKook shatters the zip ties as his wrists are bleeding. He sees your terrified look and says, "Bunny-"

What a fantastic idea. Hoseok gave you a facial squeeze while beaming. "You're lucky. You're not with Jimin." Your appearance hurt his hobi spirit, yet he was unable to restrain his fury. Because, to quote Mr. Namjoon, "you needed fuckin' need a job!"You were returned to the couch by him. "We searched for you. constantly, to learn that you were living like your loving husbands weren't looking for you."

Enough is enough. You catch them off guard as you struggle against their might and succeed in escaping to your room where you lock yourself in the bathroom.

They forced you to take a breath, but they weren't going to give up. "Baby, We're so sorry." Knocking at the bathroom door, Jin murmured. "Honey-"

You fell to the ground once an abrupt succession of bangs rattled the door. "I'm not-! Bring your little ass out here right away." Namjoon growled. You could hear Jungkook & Jin standing up for you.

What did I wake up to?!

The old landline dropped off the hook during the screaming, and the men in your life suddenly fell silent. they are listening.

You quickly responded with a hushed "Hello."

"Cupcake, The dogs got you down?" Hwasa purred.

"Hwasa?" You firmly held the phone. "I'm terrified,"

"Don't worry, Sweetheart, Mama's on the way." The last sound you hear before the line becomes silent is a roaring engine.

Tell me how you like the sneak part. *Insert Evil Laugher*

Seven Days to your heart {Rated: X}° Drabble Redemption Pile

Idol! Jungkook x Chubby!Reader

! Toxic relationship,Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, and aggressively loving Jungkook

It took place during a romantic meal with candles. Naturally supported by jungkook, your covert sweetheart. The seductive thrill of secrecy quickly started to fade. And you both uncomfortably aware of it. -

" Jungkook. "

He may be so childish at times, "No. "I hate it when you sound like that," He declares with a cute-pout.

You scoffed. "Well, this is not going away." You do something you'll soon regret when you finally reach across the little coffee table to meet eyes. Your boyfriend's bulging red eyes made your heart swell as you said, "Look at -." Is this why it's so dark in here? "..

You signed, planting a small peck to his forehead. " We need to talk about it. "

Your love is disintegrating right before your eyes. The last thing jungkook needs is to be in a relationship given the international rumors, his separation, the threats, the stress, and his work. He hardly ever has time to take a shower.. -

" I'm doing this for - "

"My own good—what a load of bullshit." He struck the table as he got up and walked away.He patted his pockets.

You stared at him at first, unable to speak. "Bullshit! You're only kidding yourself if you believe this will work." As you were tidying up jungkook's mess, you spoke the truth. "You don't even have time for yourself. not to mention me.

"You haven't even tried, you-! The fuck!" A white pack of cigarettes fell from Jungkook's jacket's pockets after a strong shake. "A lot of idols wed regular folks. Why can't we be like them?" As he walked to the porch to smoke, he yelled angrily.

When did he start smoking? As hot as he looks you couldn't help but worry . " because you receiving death threats when we hadn’t even went public about any of thing.." You can't find the words to express the feeling in your heart. "Just think for once. "

He chuckled. " I'm not worried about threats, sweetheart., " he promised; releasing smoke through his nose.

It's tough to believe a hard headed man-like him can walk this earth. " Are you even listening to me?! "

" I guess I have to love you harder than if the problem is you want more attention." The alcohol must finally be getting to him, he blew his pull before pulling you in close. "Whatever my baby want. She gets.."Kook snaked behind you; trapping you in his arms.

Your attempt to ignore him as he lapped up the vulnerable region between your ear and neck backfired as you rolled your eyes. He nearly won, but you changed your mind.You pushed him away and said, "This isn't a negotiation; kook," as you made your way to the entrance. "We are done."

The brute idol clutched you back by your plump waist as you dashed to the door with your heels clicking. Jungkook didn't take long to push his hands up your dress and stick his tongue down your throat.

The entire evening was hazy. As jungkook threw you over his shoulder, the last flashing memory was of the entrance door.

Next morning

Due to Jungkook's absence, you welcomed the sun alone.

While you slept off your tiredness, a series of messages informed you of what was occurring. He was laughing and grinning while you were out only a few hours before, he had left your poor soul with bite marks, handprints, and among other things.

Sleeping with your supposed ex is not how you want to start your Monday.

Maknae reaction to when they find out s/o is equally obsessed with them.

TW! Mentions of stalking, kidnapping, murder, implied smut

This is a work of fiction and in no way represents the actual people involved. 

Park Jimin 

It was love at first sight. 

Love was in the air and you were there. Just standing there so innocently, twirling your hair in one finger and biting the nail polish off the other. He remembered how a sense of euphoria just erupted as his big brown eyes traced off your delicate figure, how his heart was beating so hard with a sudden sense of longing. 

He knew then what he knew now, you were meant to be his. And even now, as he observed the pictures on the walls, the paintings, the articles of clothing and more spread through and about the attic walls, floor, and ceiling like an altar dedicated to him and him alone, he knew you were his. Apparently, though, he was just as much yours as well. 

Tracing a finger alongside the carefully placed photo of the two of you together hung on the wall, he felt that feeling again; longing. 

“When I told you I wasn’t scared of you, I meant it.” 

Your soft voice chimed in, sending a shiver to run up his spine. His puffy lips stuck out into a pout, large angelic eyes softening as he turned to face you, taking notice as you twirled your hair nervously in one finger and ever so lightly biting your nails on the other. Wrinkles of worry adorned the face he spent nights picturing and fantasizing about. 

Making his way towards you, each step so soft you would not have noticed them if you weren’t looking at him, Jimin brought his hand to cup your face. 

The warmth that spread across your cold cheek made you lean into his touch as he held you like his most prized possession. 

“I’m all yours…”

Kim Taehyung

The throbbing at the back of his head just wouldn’t go away. Neither would the mental image of you knocking him out with a crowbar after he found your secret folder on your computer labeled “T”. If he knew you carried such a nasty hit he would have probably bothered being much more careful about snooping around then maybe he wouldn’t be chained up in your basement like some sort of animal.                          

However, he won’t lie about the thrill that shot its way through his spine as he found out about his situation. As he noticed that despite being chained to a wall, you still took it upon yourself to pamper him and bandage the wound left on his head, dressing him in fine silk so his skin wouldn’t bruise against the cold rusted metal of the chains. You hit him yet you still babied him. In a sense, it felt ironic. That it was him going through this instead of the other way around. 

His head snapped up and towards the door opening, revealing your figure standing in the middle of the entrance, tray of freshly cooked food on hand while  a warm smile spread across your lips at the sight of him patiently waiting for you like a good boy. 

“Morning, sleep head. Had a good rest?” 

“Hmm.. maybe if I wasn’t chained up I could say yes.” 

Cooing softly at his small pout, you made your way towards him placing the tray by his feet.  Kneeling down, you watched as he reached for the tray, observing its contents. 

He knew you were waiting for a reaction from him. A sign of him being displeased, ready for him to explode and demand for his freedom. No, instead he will eat the food you so kindly made for him and he will have a shit eating grin on his face as he enjoyed the love you poured into your cooking. 

“So, what now, Love?”

Jeon Jungkook

If he wasn’t in love before, he sure as hell was now. 

As he watched the blood drip from your hands, knife in hand as that bitch that dared come between you two laid motionless on the ground. You are standing above her, yet, you never once looked at her. How could you? After all, you were too caught up looking at him as he just stared into your eyes with such love and adoration. As if his whole world was displayed before him. 

And it was, for you were his whole word and more. 

“Jungkook…?” 

With a lick of his lips, he approached you, not caring if he was stepping on the blood of some girl he never bothered learning the name of, not caring if you were covered in her blood. He just wanted to feel you, have you against him, to be one with you. 

His sudden advance made you drop the knife as you felt his lips crash into yours, nipping and biting your lips as his teeth clashed against yours. Hungerly devouring your whimpers, his hands gripping your hips, pressing himself flush against you. 

This reaction was not one you anticipated, you expected him to be scared. To scream! In fact, you were ready to give him a speech to redeem the situation but this… well you can’t complain about this now can you? 

Not when his hand has you firmly in place as his hips grind and press against your own, lips bruising and claiming your lips like you were his last meal on earth. 

If anything this outcome was better. 

For the both of you.

Hyung Ver.

Updated: 11/10/22

ghoul. — (training) (m)

[SECOND INSTALMENT OF GHOUL SERIES : TRAINING]

“I like it when you’re under me. The only place you will ever be is under me.”

or

Jimin and Jungkook decided they wanted to have an unplanned training session with you.

pairing : yandere jikook x reader

rating : M

genre : tokyo ghoul au, soulmate au, violence 

disclaimer : this story is a work of fiction. descriptions of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

warning : infliction of pain on woman (oc).

word count : 3.2k+

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note from winter 💌 :

PLS IM WRITING THIS AS WE SPEAK: I WAS ABOUT TO MAKE JUNGKOOK LOOK DOWN ON MINGYU BUT THEN JUNGKOOK IS SHORTER THAN GYU IM SOBBVINF SO HARDDD so i decided to change the scene HAHAHAAHAHHAHAA

ok real note 📝

maybe i like jimin being rough. haha like

LIKE BRO HE CANT BE ALL SOFT HE HAS GOT TO LIKE TO INFLICT PAIN AND I WOULD GLADLY RECEIVE

💌 what is winter listening to? : 28 reasons by seulgi

dedication : to my sleep demon, you can fuck off now. ive written your shit down.

           Another day at KCCG, Korea Commission of Counter Ghoul, the second branch of CCG that originated from Japan. An everyday reminder when Jimin stepped into the KCCG building. The logos of CCG and KCCG were designated next to each other looking very alike except that KCCG has an additional letter ‘K’ before the CCG. The emblems were blueish black in colour and an animal akin to a bird spreading its wings was embedded at the centre of the emblem respectively, and a few deep curves and details to make it look elegant.

           “Jimin hyung.” A voice called.

           He turned to the voice. “Jungkook.” His soulmate.

           “Why the hard face?”

           “The only thing that is hard right now is my dick, so if you don’t have any plans to help soften it down, then I suggest you go back to your office before I fuck you right here.”

            “Vulgar,” the younger hissed. “I’m your superior. How dare you speak to me that way.”

            “An inferior in bed,” Jimin mumbled nonchalantly.

            “I’ll give away your mission in 1st ward to Investigator Rosè,” Jungkook retorted.

            “I needn’t worry because she’s not fit for the mission, and you need Joon’s approval for that. 1st ward has always been assigned to me.” He said calmly.

            “Namjoon hyung gives me green light for everything, so–”

            “Gyu.” Your voice interrupted their conversation. It wasn’t too loud but given that their sense of hearing was very acute, even your softest voice could reach their ears.

            You entered the building and with delighted steps, you skipped your way towards Kim Mingyu, Ghoul Investigator of Special Class. Jimin’s gaze followed your figure until you reached the male investigator. Jungkook didn’t miss the hard gaze but instead of asking what was wrong with Jimin, he found himself staring hard at your figure too or the situation.

            Since when were you close with Mingyu?

            “Good morning, lotus.” Mingyu greeted you with a soft, subtle kiss on the crown of your head.

            “Morning,” you smiled, handing over a coffee to him. “Where’s Minghao?”

            “Late as usual,” he sighed before taking a sip of the coffee, thanking you after. “Overslept maybe.”

            “It’s fine, we can wait.” Sipping a bit of your coffee, you fished out a small device from your pocket. The device was a sphere in shape and floating. You let it float in the air as pressed the button on the device.

            “You got a new SfereX?” Mingyu asked.

            “Yes. The old one was destroyed during the mission at the 2nd ward.” You sighed.

            As soon as you pressed the button, a hologram flashed in front of you. The technology inside the device resembled a laptop or tablet but an even more compact version. As the system loaded you to your home page, you pressed the reminder calendar.

            “Today we have a training session with Minghao…” You spread your fingers as the hologram zoomed onto the details of the session. “Focusing on hand-to-hand combat.”

            Mingyu nodded. “He needs that very much.”

            You slapped his shoulder lightly. “Give him a little credit. He’s not that bad. He’s just so used to the use of weapons.”

            Mingyu was about to speak up but as his eyes narrowed a bit over your shoulder, he noticed two figures approaching.

            Two figures that, if possible, he always wanted to avoid.

            “Ah, good morning, Director Jeon, Investigator Park.”

            That caught you off guard.

            Upon hearing your childhood friend’s name, your body went rigid, and your mind flew back to when you discovered that half of your files in the star folder were gone after you returned from Investigator Min’s office. You don’t have proof that it was Jimin that deleted your files. Of course, you could walk into the security room and check the CCTVs, but you went against that idea because as much as you wanted to fight for your justice, you knew Jimin would do anything and everything to deny your claim.

            Quickly turning around, you bowed. “Good morning.”

Jimin zeroed his attention on you as he spoke. “Training session with me and Investigator Jeon at combat room 2. In 5 minutes.”

            “But I have–”

            “Are you defying your superior, (Y/N)?”

            Your eyes flickered at the sudden use of authority. “No, that’s not it…”

            Mingyu saw the hesitation in your eyes as you struggled to find the right word. Maybe it was due to the difference in rank and the intimidation Jimin held because you were not one to hesitate. “Park, she has a scheduled training session with me.” He emphasised the word ‘scheduled’. “Please be considerate and respectful of others’ time.”

            “Investigator Kim,” Jimin turned his body to fully face him. His face was devoid of emotions. “Before anything, (Y/N) is under me. Whatever changes made are effective immediately regardless of your opinion.”

            “It doesn’t change the fact that you are disturbing my line of work by messing up my schedule, Investigator Park.” Mingyu refused to back away.

            “That’s enough.” Jungkook finally voiced out.

            He has been standing next to Jimin all while his gaze was on you. Breaking his intense gaze, he continued. “I instigated the training session. I believe you won’t have any problem with me doing so, right, Investigator Kim?”

            A muscle in his jaw twitched. “If you’re trying to use your rank and force me to submission, I’d suggest you stop, Director Jeon.”

            “Kim Mingyu.” You could see Jimin’s jaw tightened as soon as he let out the stern call.

            You really didn’t want to ruin anyone else’s morning especially yours. “Gyu, it’s fine. We can reschedule.” You told him.

            “It’s not fine. This doesn’t only affect me,” His eyes that were on the two guys in front of him were now on you. A wave of pity – or maybe concern – was seen. “But it also affects you.”

            You knew what his next sentence would be.

            “(Y/N), how–” How long are you going to tolerate being stepped on by these bunch of fucked up higher-ups?

            And you didn’t have it in you to respond to that question yet.

            “The training will take 2 hours at most. I’ll be available by noon and you’re free at that hour too.” You pinched the hologram after checking the reminder calendar and clicked the button to switch off the device.

            “Moreover, your student has yet to arrive, no?” Jungkook directed his question to Mingyu. “Technically, I can take up (Y/N)’s schedule at this very moment because her scheduled training appears to be delayed. It gives literally anyone the right to take it up.”

            Jungkook raised a hand to cover his lips albeit not fully, he let Mingyu see the condescending smirk through the gaps between his fingers. “Teach your student to respect other people’s time before teaching us. That’s very hypocrite of you.”

            He didn’t wait for Mingyu to even breathe another word as he turned on his heels and made his way to the assigned combat room.

            “Let’s go.” Jimin called on you.

            Keeping your head low, you responded. “Yes, Investigator Park.”

           You entered the combat room after having your clothes changed. It seemed like you blended in quite well with the room. Your combat attire was white overall as well as the room, both wall and floor. The combat room is empty but not fully empty as there were flower beds. White flowers. You have no idea why it was the way it was.

           As you made your way to a bench, you unwrapped the bandage you had brought over from your locker in the changing room to wrap your hands. The clicking sounds of a door closing reached your ears. Jungkook stepped into the combat room. Spotting you on the bench, he smiled as he approached you.

            “Quite a scene just now, don’t you think, (Y/N)?” He sat next to you, mirroring your action with a bandage of his own. “A bit too early to my taste, I’d say. But very refreshing.”

           Of course, it’s refreshing for you.

           You practically wrecked your brain trying to find the appropriate answer to give out in response. Giving up, you could only muster up a tight smile and continued bandaging your hands. You subtly glanced at his hands as he finished wrapping up his hand.

            Well, that’s quick.

            After glancing for a bit too long, you noticed his bandage matched his outfit. Black. You looked at your unfinished wrapping.

            White.

            Just as you were about to resume your wrapping, Jungkook’s hands came into the frame. He gently pulled your hand so that it was closer to him and easier for him to wrap up for you.

            “Uh, I can…” You pulled your hand away slowly. “Do it myself.”

            He seemed to frown upon your action as he pulled your hand back to him and resumed. “I know.”

            Jungkook sure was efficient and quick in his action. He finished wrapping up your both hands in under one minute. All while holding your hand as if you would break if he put even the littlest pressure. You had the time to study his face.

            There were significant features of his that remained the same or maybe matured a bit, but it didn’t stop you from going back to the old days you shared with Jungkook. Back then when you were first brought to the headquarter of the Jeon clan, you knew of no one. Not even the person that brought you there. At that time, Jungkook was the only child you saw. If only calling him a child was right. Given that he acted and behaved nothing like a child.

            Face hard, back straight, and hands balled into fists on both his lap.

            And quiet.

            You had not heard his voice until your third week there.

            “That brings back memory, huh?” Jungkook tilted his head as he stared at you. “Your eyes are showing a hint of nostalgia.”

            The closed proximity and intense staring.

            The mysterious coffee eyes. His eyes were still as dark and deep as you first saw. Unlike you, Jungkook's eyes were unreadable. As if his eyes were disconnected from the brain and lived on their own.

            He was defective.

            But you learned to understand Jungkook by studying his body language instead. That, too, wasn’t as easy. Jungkook mastered the art of concealment. He hated being vulnerable.

            Or he forced himself to hate vulnerability.

            The Kishou and Jeon have something in common.

            Their ruthlessness was known to the world.

            Growing up as a Jeon meant survival. Only the best made it until the end. Jungkook was a direct descendant of the Jeon clan and the future that soon would lead and continue the Jeon clan. He was trained to be the best. As for an indirect descendant like you, your training was much more lenient given the fact that you were a Kishou.

            Jungkook was trained mentally, spiritually, and physically. Trained to be zero.

            Zero weakness.

            But after the death of the Jeon clan's former leader, you could see Jungkook finally breathed.

            You turned away to break eye contact. “Yeah…”

            He hummed before he brought one of your hands to his lips, kissing your bandaged knuckles. “It’s not a good thing, sweetheart.”

            You stared at him in shock.

            “You’re a Jeon.” All said with a smile and gentle thumb brushing.

            I’m a Kishou.

            Kishou.

            Another sound of the door clicking open resonated around the room, making you immediately pull back your hand. Jimin walked into the room with graceful steps. He was wearing the same combat attire as Jungkook. Black. Your hands were itching to grab your SfereX and snap a picture of Jimin really quick.

            Jimin was ethereal. You would never be tired of telling that to yourself.

            In terms of physique, Jimin’s build is lean with enough muscle in the right place. The difference in body proportion between Jimin and Jungkook was visibly huge, but their strength was at the same level. Maybe even a level greater than Jungkook.

           “We’ll do hand-to-hand combat today.” Jimin announced.

           “Sounds fun to me.” Jungkook grinned.

           “Let’s start with one on one before the other joins in for 2 against 1, shall we?” Jimin suggested.

           You agreed pliantly with a soft yes.

           Even if you had disagreed as if Jimin would listen to you.

           “One on one with me, (Y/N),” he declared as he strode to the centre of the room. “Are you ready?”

            The only word you’ve said for the past few minutes. Yes.

            Still having the gentleman in him, Jimin urged you to do the first take before he pitched in. The two of you got into position with hands up into fists just above chin height and feet opened shoulder width apart.

            Jungkook’s remark heralded the start of the fight. “Start.”

            You didn’t start with your fist instead your knee found its way to kick Jimin’s face. But of course, it took more than a simple movement to injure The Park Jimin. He easily dodged your attack. In return, Jimin charged with his fist, targeting your face which you managed to avoid.

            The attack and defence continued until Jungkook announced his presence in the fight. You were against two of your superiors. Two of them hated losing. You didn’t dare to make any first move as soon as Jungkook joined in, so instead, you waited for them to charge any attack.

            Jungkook seemed to see right through you as he advanced first. He fired a punch but instead of dodging it, you blocked it. His firing was too quick that you didn’t have the time to avoid it.

            But it was a grave mistake.

            Jungkook smirked before he continued firing punches to your defence. It was only a matter of time before one of his punches would reach your face. He cornered you to the wall at each punch. You took the opportunity to use the wall to send Jungkook flying back with your feet pushing on his chest and your back on the wall as support.

            You didn’t realise how small your intake of oxygen was until you found yourself gasping for air after throwing Jungkook off. It happened all too fast, but you were sent flying to the other corner of the room.

            By Jimin.

            “Don’t let your guard down, (Y/N).” Jimin reprimanded.

            You were quick to get back on your two feet. “I wasn’t–”

            Had you not focused on your left, you would’ve been crushed. You made a beeline towards another safe spot before Jungkook practically crushed the wall.

            His form of payback was crazy.

            “Yes, she wasn’t, Jimin,” he pushed back his hair, showcasing his defined jawline. “Or else she would’ve been crushed like this wall.”

            You believed in your hand-to-hand combat skills.

            But you don’t believe them in hand-to-hand combats.

           Jimin’s grip on your hair was unforgiving. As if his life depended on the tightness of the tug. Your eyes were filled with tears from the burn on your scalp. He trapped your body as he sat on your back, one hand tugging on your hair and the other resting on his crouched knee.

           “Weak as ever (Y/N).”

           You grunted in response.

           “That’s why you’re always under me and forever will.” Jimin enunciated each word clearly, drilling them into your brain. “So, remember your priorities: me before anyone and anything.”

           “That is enough, Jimin.” Jungkook stood in front of you with hands in his pocket, looking down at you. The stinging pain on your scalp affected your ability to open both eyes fully, only one of your eyes was opened as you tried to look the superior in front of you.

           “You’re getting way too soft on her, Kook,” Jimin pouted. “That’s why she fails as a Jeon.”

           “I’m a Kishou.” You hissed.

           A new bruising and unforgiving pain started on your scalp and the cause was Jungkook. His movement was so fast that you didn’t get to comprehend the moment he crouched down and replace Jimin’s hand with his own.

           “Kishou clan ended long time ago, sweetheart. Stop being delusional and be grateful the Jeon clan even took you in. You’re a Jeon, so live up to it. Do not sully the good name.”

           He let go of your hair and stood to his full height. Jimin’s hand found its way around your burning scalp yet again but instead of inflicting more pain, he surprisingly massaged your scalp and even stroked your hair.

           The door flew open, gracing the room with the presence of another two Special Class investigators and another one Associate: Min Yoongi, Kim Mingyu, and Kim Seokjin.

           Your eyes were quick to fall on your partner’s figure.

           “Gyu,” you whispered softly with utmost gratefulness.

           But your gratefulness was short-lived as the bruising grip on your hair returned and stronger. Jimin pushed your face to meet with the floor.

           “Jimin!” It was Jin’s voice.

           “Shh, Jin hyung,” this time it was Yoongi’s voice. “They are in their training session. We mustn’t disturb them.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, honestly.

           “The training session ended 2 minutes ago. Release her, Park.” Mingyu said.

           You were sure Jimin was trying to plant your face into the ground. Might as well your whole body. The pressure he put was enough to make you imagine so. Whimpers fell from your mouth involuntarily as you felt the pain was too overbearing that it had already exceeded your limit.

           Jimin let go of your hair harshly and the weight on your back disappeared. You stayed in your position for a few seconds and only raised your head when you heard another clicking sound of a door which indicated that Jimin has left the combat room.

            Jungkook was still standing in front of you. When you tried to stand up, he quickly got to your level and tried to offer a hand.

           Keyword: tried.

           “Ah, Jungkook.” Yoongi tutted. “You can go freshen up. Mingyu will take care of her.”

           Before Yoongi even finished his sentences, your attention was stolen when you heard footsteps approaching you. The next thing you knew, Mingyu was already next to you, helping you to get off the ground.

           “I believe it’s appropriate for me to assist my student until the end.” Jungkook said.

            He glared at the hands that were touching you, and with a deep and dangerous voice, he enjoined. “Get your hands off her, Kim.”      

           But Mingyu was unfazed.

           “It is, Director Jeon,” Yoongi agreed. “But Director Kim urgently asked for your presence. 2nd ward has been attacked by a group of unknown ghouls. You might want to resolve that quickly.”

           The Investigator of Special Class strode towards the changing room with Jin hot on his trail.

           “Rather than to waste your time on…” Yoongi moved his cold gaze to you. “Her.”

           Ouch.

           Jungkook stayed on his spot for a good few seconds before he abruptly stood up and headed towards the changing room with big steps. Yoongi has a victorious smirk on his face as he casually followed Jungkook into the changing room, followed by Jin who sent you a look of pity.

            You wished for the day to end already.

           Before you have the chance to even be sucked into your hole of darkness and self-loathing, a hand reached out to stroke your head. It was Mingyu. He helped you to get into the correct posture and placed you in his arms. You didn’t put up any fights to protect your pride – not like there was any left. It was trampled on by your two superiors – and rested your head on his chest.

           Before the darkness consumed you wholly, you heard a familiar voice calling for you.

          It wasn’t Mingyu’s.

           “(Y/N)!”

           It was Minghao’s.

           And then all your sense shut off.

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Heartbreaker

~Ships: Yandere! Jungkook x Reader

TW: violence, gore, obsession, mentions of death and murder, kidnapping, profanities, name calling, yandere behaviour

Request: Could I request yandere jungkook where you date him for a week as a bet but he doesnt know until you break up with him after the week is up?❤❤

A/N: Thank you for the request, love! It took a while to post, but after this, I’m going to focus on posting all the requests and I’ll queue them so you can read them while I do my exams. Hope you enjoy it! (I tried something new with the banner and I’m not sure if its any good… should I just go on with gifs or are the banners cool too?

It was only supposed to be a bet - until things went a bit too far… You shouldn’t have messed with Jeon Jungkook’s heart.

Since you lived in a small town, you were well known. You were considered popular around there. Due to your title, almost every guy in town wanted to have the honour of dating you. But not everyone got the chance. In fact, you had only ever dated 2 guys, properly that is. Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung were the only partners you ever held genuine feelings. But after being tricked by both their gorgeous features, who crushed your hearts with their cold actions, you swore to never fall for another guy again. It seemed all the guys you liked were heartless jerks.

So you instead took to dating attractive men and breaking their hearts once you were bored with them. Perhaps this would classify you as a number 1 bitch, but you never really cared, only remembering the pain you felt when you found out that Park Jimin cheated on you with at least 5 different girls. Not that you were completely heartless, you never bullied anyone or anything. It was just your dates that you tortured. Otherwise, you didn’t do anything terrible…excluding your harmless gambling.

Or was it really?

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 The bets first started when you dared Yoongi, one of your closest friends, to date a girl who you overheard talking trash about you. It was revenge for you, and a new game for him. Easy. Date her for a week, make her fall for Yoongi, then crush her heart below his heel. It was sadistically pleasing to see her tear stricken face as she let out ugly sobs about them being ‘soul mates’. After that first spark, the entire gang got involved. The game now went around Hoseok, Yoongi, Jin, Namjoon, Jieun, Taeyeon and you.

You would spin a bottle to decide who would have to date the next victim and bet high stakes on it. You were fortunate to only have been picked twice, and having won both times. It’s not like any of you lost the bet anyway.

However, today was not your lucky day. The glass bottle spun furiously before landing firmly on you. You groaned loudly, waiting for the victim’s name. Your friends shared a glance before Hoseok spoke.

“See that kid over there?” He gestured to a boy sitting in one corner, alone with the other outcasts.

“Jeon Jungkook?” You asked, gaze fixed on the raven haired male.

“Yeah. He’s new here. The librarian’s son. He shouldn’t be too hard,” Jin grinned at you.

When you didn’t say anything, Jieun piped up.

“What, you scared or something?” She smirked at you.

“No, it’s just that he’s new, I don’t want to traumatize him or some shit.” You frown.

“Since when did you care?” Namjoon shot back.

You sighed. He had a point. “How much then?”

“1000. You know the drill, 7 days, next Monday you gotta finish him.” Yoongi said

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The Dulcie Inn | M

Synopsis: The artist runs with the whispers of the wind. In this case, your wind was your fiance; Kim Taehyung. A getaway weekend with him, off to the countryside where life is mellow. What you weren’t expecting was the dangerous storm lurking in the shadows and a quiet inn in the middle of nowhere, run by a man with doe eyes and his own storm running through his mind.

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem!Reader; Fem!Reader x Taehyung

Genre: Inspired by Psycho (1960)

Word Count: 12K

Admin: @moonpeachhy and @nomnomsik​

A/N: [UNEDITED] Please bear with us! We will edit it completely tomorrow as we had to meet the deadline today. Nevertheless, we hope you enjoy. 

Trigger warnings: Yandere, descriptions of physical violence, smut, unprotected sex, horror, mentally disturbed character, and unstable relationships. Please read with caution. 

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There was a storm brewing.

Uphill near the mountains, unusually muscular-looking clouds huddled into a dark grey inflation. It was sort of alluring, resembling a renaissance painting you’ve long forgotten the name of. Yet as it approached near, it set an unease in your bones. The type that crawls deep within your gut until you could barely make out its presence. You knew it was there though, from the shaky breath you let out as if it was tightly gripping your lungs. An exhale that fogged up your side of the car window.

“You alright there?”

“Hmm?” You turn towards the concerned tone of your fiance, his mellow eyes fixed on the unrestricted road as he steadied the steering wheel.

“Tired?” He asks, facing you for a few seconds to give you a faint smile.

“A bit.” You reply nonchalantly, balancing the back of your head on the window. Which let you to feel all the slight bumps the tires traveled over on the gravel beneath you, your body now vaguely vibrating at a similar speed. “We should stop soon.”

“I can beat the storm.” The man chuckles, his baritone warming you from the inside out. More than your knitted sweater which made you break out a tired grin, enjoying the way his laughter was so softly carried over to your ears. “We’ll be in Goldleaf soon, just rest your eyes for a bit.”

Chestnut hair fell just above his brows, the strands still messily sticking out from your fingers gliding through them this morning. A golden hue traveled across his irises, making them seem lighter than they originally were. There was a freckle on the tip of his nose that you loved to kiss, sitting proudly on the top layer of his skin. His breaths were firm, pink lips marginally stretched on each side. For a moment you just adored his divinity, your heartbeat in rhythm with his. Did he know of the beauty he embellished? 

“So you’re a magician? I just close my eyes and when I open them, we’ll magically be in the kingdom that’s 80 miles away?”

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i love this story and it’s plot line! i’ve already ready it a million times and i sincerely love reading all of @girlmeetsliv3 works but this tops the cake! is there any chance of a prequel?

Prince of Nothing

Jeon Jungkook was the prince of everything except for you…

Jeon Jungkook was the prince of everything: heaven, hell, and everything in between. His family was an enigma who came to power under mysterious circumstances and had managed to retain hold over the kingdom for centuries - even if no one knew how. There was one thing that Jungkook wanted though, something that could never be his: you. A nobody. A girl with no title. No land. Just money and a pure soul to your name. Jeon Jungkook would’ve never spared a look your way, had that incident not occurred. Now you find yourself the target of his affection and the most hated woman in all the land. Which will kill you first?

Release Date: Oct. 29th, 2019 6 pm (GMT-4)

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expectation ≠ reality (18+)

When you first met Jungkook, he was so kind, with wide eyes and a sweet smile, but soon enough he dragged you into a tumultuous marriage where you were barely allowed to draw breath on your own. But, when you meet Taehyung, the cute delivery boy with blond hair and a penchant for flirting, you start to wonder if you’ve found your second chance.

Masterlist

Warnings: Yandere behaviour, possessive behaviour, slight dub-con, graphic penetrative sex, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE A MINOR pls im not tryna get arrested or anything

Word Count: 4K 

a/n: thanks to @gucieguciekook​ for requesting !! hope u enjoy lol <3

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when i tell you i cried like a baby... i know i excepted this to be good but this was amazing! i love how the story line and how it’s being carried, was jungkooks whole plot to get hyunshik out of the picture? and what did yoongi mean by he realizes him and jungkook have more in common than he thought!?! so many questionsssss

Prince of Nothing I

~ Part One of Five ~

Release Date: March 19th, 2020 @ 9 p.m.

Word Count: 6,608

Jeon Jungkook was the prince of everything except for you…

Jeon Jungkook was the prince of everything: heaven, hell, and everything in between. His family was an enigma who came to power under mysterious circumstances and had managed to retain hold over the kingdom for centuries - even if no one knew how. There was one thing that Jungkook wanted though, something that could never be his: you. A nobody. A girl with no title. No land. Just money and a pure soul to your name. Jeon Jungkook would’ve never spared a look your way, had that incident not occurred. Now you find yourself the target of his affection and the most hated woman in all the land. Which will kill you first?

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Can you do one where the oc feels guilty for liking yandere!jungkook, knowing how crazy and insane he is so she tries to distance herself from him? Thank youu~

A/n- This is by far the longest request I’ve done. Normally a request would be up to 100 or 1k at the most but this one reached 3.1k and I feel proud cause of how the story went as well, considering that it took my two months to figure out how I wanted this to go. I hope you all enjoy(including you anon) it cause I sure as hell loved writing it:)(feedback is always greatly appreciated,don’t matter if it’s good or bad:)

⎨My S t r a n g e Addiction⎬

Jungkook

Jeon Jungkook was many things. He was charming, funny, charismatic, handsome, playful, clumsy and even a bit of a flirt at times. But he was also dangerous, overprotective, selfish, some might even say he was a little bit obsessive.

And you loved it.

Jungkook was addictive. He was like a drug that you had to stop thinking about having every five seconds in order to even go by your day to day duties. His need to keep you away from everyone but himself and the fact alone that he would even go as far as to kill for you gave you such an overpowering feeling just by knowing that you had driven a man so crazy in love that he was willing to murder for you. That was until reality struck you and made you realize that this was far from healthy. It was toxic.

As good as he made you feel happy with being with him as you were, he was no good for you. You were so wrapped around his finger that every questionable thing he did, every insane thing he got away with alongside the harsh looks and words directed towards other people when it came to you seemed like nothing but something any boyfriend would do for their loved and cherished lover. You didn’t question it, in fact you got off on it. The both of you did.

Your friends at first thought it was a weird fetish the two of you had, that was until his face and name popped up on the news as the infamous Broken Hearts killer. The killer responsible for killing over six men of all ages by first, beating them with a metal bat and then carving their hearts out while they were still alive… only to shove it down their throat. Needless to say that he was a brutal killer and when they all found out that the last person each of these men spoke to was a girl in her early 20s. It really stump the detectives, but not as much as those who found out that all this time the killer was just a love struck 22 year old, who got too overprotective over his girl.

Needless to say that the process of getting him from the house and away from you to the back of the cop car wasn’t an easy one. Granted you knew nothing about the killings, you just figured that the blood on his fists just came from beating the sleazy men not killing them. Yet you still loved him. You still craved him.

So there was no way the two of you were going to be separated without a fight.

“No! Let me go- Jungkook!”

The thrashing and struggling seemed to be making everyone uneasy, alongside the two police officers trying to pull you back, “Miss, please, Mr. Jeon has be charged for first degree murder and -” the poor cop didn’t even see your elbow coming as you tried to get away from them and reach out for Jungkook while he struggled just as much as you did to get to you.

“(Y/N)! Don’t you touch her you son of bitch!”

By now the two of you each had your hands extended trying to reach for one another but it was too late. The cop behind him grabbed his arm before Jungkook could even touch you and cuffed him up tight right before shoving him inside the back of the police car. Slamming the door shut, the two, one now bleeding, officers released you as you bolted towards where Jungkook was. Slamming your fist against the crystal clear window.

His doe eyes looked up at your teary red puffy ones with a sad smile as he mouthed one thing to you,

‘I love you’

A month has passed since then.

A month since a psychotic monster has finally been put in it’s rightful cage. Away from what he called home. Away from the world in which he was protecting you from. A month since the world locked away what you loved most. The arrest on Jungkook was something that had many people sighing in utter relief as they felt that they can once more roam the streets without fearing their own shadows any longer. It sickens you knowing the amount of pleasure the world was taking from this, all the while you felt empty and lonelier than ever.

It was bullshit.

Even more so when the media found out who you were to the Broken Hearts Killer. Let’s just say that people tend to have mixed emotions towards the girlfriend of a serial killer, especially the one that was the main reason for all the killings to start with. Some would reach to you to call you a “filthy whore” and that “you’re just as guilty as the sick son of a bitch” while others praise you for snatching up such a faithful and good looking man. Others called your personal number as huge fans and others only called because they had nothing better to do with their own sad lives.

It’s easy to say that it was a pretty fucked up four weeks after the arrest but it all seemed like nothing when you would go see the love of your life by the end of the week. Granted that it was for a rather short time but the two of you knew that it was better than nothing.

“So tell me, how did it go?” Jungkook’s tender voice spoke through the payphone as he leaned up against the glass as much as he could, brown chocolate eyes never losing their shine as they bore straight into yours with such adoration and love. Each time you stared at them it made you feel like a teenager again, all gooey and mushy. Like if this was nothing more than your average teen romcom.

“It went well, sadly I can’t say the same about my folks.”

“They hate me don’t they…”

Whatever breath you had left you wind up sucking it in before sitting up on the steel chair and leaned forward, “They don’t hate you, they’re just in shock that’s all. I mean the last thing they thought was that their only child was going to bring home a killer over for dinner is all.” This managed to make Jungkook realise his boyish chuckle at the thought of your mom’s eyes widening like dinner plates at the mere thought of that happening. It was the noise alone that cause you to release a small laugh of your own before placing your hand on the glass causing jungkook to do the same to overlap your own over the cold glass.

There was a shared silence between the two of you as you looked down at your lap for a moment. Suddenly talking became a hard thing to do. Almost like if your own brain forgot what the meaning of saying a word is. So many thoughts ran through your own mind that you even forgot where you were until Jungkook’s voice through the phone snapped you out of it.

“Y/N? Baby, what’s wrong?”

Everything.

“Nothing.”

Liar.

You gazed up at him with your head down before clearing your voice. “Just that I really hate seeing you there. I hate not waking up next to you or watching our favorite show without your witty comments about it. I hate having this fucking glass come inbetween me hugging and kissing you because, damnit, as your girlfriend I deserve to touch and kiss my boyfriend as I please!” Tears of frustration start to fall down your cheek like raindrops kissing your skin as you leaned your forehead against the cold surface of the transparent divider between you and Jungkook.

Licking his lips, the young killer scoot his chair in before speaking up,”I know baby girl, I hate it just as much as you do. Trust me, these meetings that we have are enough for me not to end my own cell mate and go crazy over the fact that I’m sleeping in a bed where you aren’t in.” More tears stream down your face as a small whimper left your lips, rosey cheeks being covered in wet tears as you started to breath uncontrollably. “But I promise you that when I get out of here— and I will— I’ll come back to you in time.”

And there it was. That promise. That same exact promise that has been spoken since his trial started and the same one that has been spoken this entire time you would go to visit. It was a promise that you couldn’t wait upon. One that would do neither of you any good to try and delude yourselves with because facts were, he was never going to leave this place.

It was solely by this fact and along with the fact that many of your closest friends and family kept telling you to move on and stay away from him. Infact, you spent having an hour long conversation with your parents over why you should just leave Jungkook and move on from your life. As much as you love Jungkook and are willing to overlook things he does you also knew that they were right about this.

Taking a long sniff, you nod your head slowly before looking at the clock on the wall behind Jungkook to see that you only have one minute left before they take him  back into that hell hole. “Okay baby.” voice meak, you sit up against the chair and looked at Jungkook one final time while counting down the seconds you have left. “I really love you, you know that?”

“I know. I love you too Y/N” The red light on your section goes off and the guards on either side escort the both of you out, while jungkook turned around to watch you leave, you kept your head forwards.

And that concluded the very last time you would ever see and hear of Jeon Jungkook, the Broken Hearts killer.

“Yes I know mom, ‘don’t pack all of your clothes in the same box and keep utilities that are worth moving along with you’ I got it.” You were almost sure that you had repeated that rule religiously by this point but your mom always wanted to check that you had all your brain cells intact and working for the big day. Moving Day.

It was a decision you had decided to take once you started to feel cold and almost dead inside just by being in this house with him by your side to make it lively once more. It didn’t help that your neighbors now avoid you like the plague, not that they even had bothered talking or even becoming friends with you, but one thing is ignoring and another thing is making sure their children and pets don’t go anywhere near you or your house. Having said that, you had thought that making a new change should be healthy for you and much better, everyone you knew agreed. So, you figured why not.

Grabbing the final box of clothing you had, you set it aside in the corner of your new empty room. All except for the mattress of your bed. Setting the box down, you sat yourself against the empty mattress before looking around what used to be a safe haven, now it was a painful reminder of what used to be. A happy place now tainted by your tears and screams of frustration and pain.

While looking around every crack on the wall, every stain that used to be covered by a picture frame or rug, every small pieces of peeled off wood and paint by the crappy blue painted bedroom door. Soon enough a box behind door had ended up capturing your attention causing you to shift uncomfortably. The box was labeled ‘Goodwill’ and granted that a box labeled that shouldn’t have caused such an uneasy reaction from you but it was what was inside the box that made your own heart freeze in its place for mere seconds only to have it beat like a drum against your chest after a few seconds.

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you stood up and made your way towards the warndown cardboard box- opening the folded boards with such tenderness as if you were fearing that it would break under your touch. Once opened the contents of the box caused a soft smile appear on your face before reaching in and grabbing hold of a black hoodie. Examining it closely, you noticed the two letters stitched onto the tag of the soft hoodie.

J.J

Cold and salty tears stream down your cheek without warning as you held it close to your body and took in it’s scent. His scent. Jungkook’s scent. Taking one final whiff of his cologne stained hoodie, you slide the soft wool material over you messy head before sliding it down having it envelope you in a warm embrace. It was and will be the closest thing you will have to him. That and alongside the memories you made together.

Took a deep breath, closed up the box once more, not even going to bother to look at anything more or else surely you’ll just keep the box, and wiped the tears off your face.

Two months. That was how long it has been since you last saw Jungkook. The last time you told him you loved him. The last time you’ll hear him say it back.

It’s kinda funny really and cruel as well. A man went to prison for his loved one only to have that same loved one leave without a word much less a letter to explain their disappearance. No, instead you left him to rot away at something he did for you. As much of a shitty person you felt because of it your conscious was telling you that it was for the best. Hell, everyone around you was.

The voices of people you knew, coworkers, family, friends both close and not keep popping up on your head as you made your way downstairs to finish packing up the rest of the plates and utensils. You were so in thought that you didn’t manage to hear the bang that came from the basement door. Nor the cat like footsteps that thudded through the wooden floor.

Grabbing a hot cup of coffee you had prepared earlier on, you took a small sip of it before turning around only to feel like time itself froze. Feeling the warm cup slip from your fingers and shatter right underneath you while goosebumps formed on your skin. It was almost like if god decided to play you a cruel joke for all you saw right now, standing just a few feet away from you was none other than Jeon fucking Jungkook. A twistedly sweet smile was plastered in his tender lips at the sight of you standing right there in front of him without a goddamn glass between the two. But then he spoke.

“I’m back.”

Those words were enough to snap you back to reality for those words were enough to have you bolting upstairs. It was an action that had caught him off guard but not completely to not go after you. He quickly aimed to grab your ankle, causing you to slip on the hard staircase but the adrenaline kept you moving as you kicked off his hand before he can pull you any closer. “No!” you cried out before stumbling back on your feet and bolting for the bedroom door. As you reached for the crappy blue door you quickly swung it behind you only to feel a strong force try and push it open while you tried to do the opposite.

A cry ripped through your throat as you tried to pray it shut, tears streaming down your face.”Come on baby, open the door! I just wanna talk baby girl.” a whimper left you before you stumbled back at the sudden force being pushed against the door. Backing up, you grabbed the unplugged lamp on top of one of the boxes as you kept on backing away from him.

Jungkook’s hair fell on his face as his danger filled eyes glared up at you slowly while he takes in heavy breaths. The bags under his eyes only highlighted the darkness- or perhaps that was just the anger in them that made his features pop.  “Now, that’s no way to treat your boyfriend.”

Taking in deep panicked breaths, you weld the lamp as a weapon, warningly telling him to back off. But he did not pay attention to such warning. Instead He lunge forward towards you causing you to throw the poor lamp at him. Bad idea, for he caught it with no problem before throwing it onto the floor, letting it shatter. A scream left you as you try to run towards the bed just to have Jungkook grab you by the waist and pull you up against him.

Not going down without a fight, you started screaming and crying out while he turned you around and held you close to him. “Shhh, it’s okay baby. I’m here now, I’m here.” another cry bounced off the walls as you stopped fighting back and fell limp on his shoulder. “You’re bad for me…” you whimpered out as you meekly punched his chest over and over again.

Jungkook started to hum softly, running a gentle hand through your hair as you sobbed out on the black jacket he most likely stole on his way here. “Y-your… bad for me” you sniffed out.

“How can I be bad for you when I’m meant for you baby?” His voice dripped with sadness at the thought that you even dare think that he was bad for you. He knew how crazy you were for him as he was with you. It was all nonsense.

“Everyone says that you are… ” you pulled away to look into his big brown eyes, eyes that started back a puffy, watery, and red eyes. Those eyes that shine under the moonlit night of am empty room.

“Don’t listen to them, they don’t know what we have.”

His reassuring words alongside his natural musk had stopped all the spinning your head was doing to reason with you to get away from him. Instead your head and your heart spoke together and told you to pull him closer. Taking one more sniff you lay your head on his shoulder.

“You’re home?”

“I’m home.”

Yandere! Jungkook | Sterling Roses (M)

•»Pairings: Yandere! Jungkook X fem. Reader

•»Synopsis: Jeon Jungkook— A rich, young and thriving artist finds inspiration for his next work in an alluring female. He knows nothing but her name yet she transitions from his inspiration to archetype, archetype to obsession, possible ideas for complete possession doubles and triples in his mind. It comes as a total surprise to you, but surely you must know all unfortunate events are erratic for he doesn’t plan on letting you away.

•»Genre | Word Count: Yandere au, smut, angst, fluff | 5K+

•»Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral (f. Rec), biting, bruising, marking, lots of hickeys and cum, yandere behaviour and acts (stalking and fantasizing), uncensored sexual scenes, mentions of naked portraits, hidden manipulation, mentions of infidelity, sabotaging relationships, mentions of bisexuality, lesbianism, explicit language, dirty talk, for 18+ only.

Purple. It was the colour of the sky when you had gotten down the bus to Myeongdong— the heart of Seoul’s shopping plazas. Purple was one of your most favourite colours, it swims through your eyes, past your skull and forms a conglomerate of waves in your brain. The legends were right when it said purple can have a very long ebbing effect in your mind. Maybe that’s why it’s the last colour of the rainbow.

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Prince of Nothing IV

~ Part Four of Five ~

Release Date: December 19,2020 @ 12 p.m. (GMT-4)

Word Count: 18K

Jeon Jungkook was the prince of everything except for you…

Jeon Jungkook was the prince of everything: heaven, hell, and everything in between. His family was an enigma who came to power under mysterious circumstances and had managed to retain hold over the kingdom for centuries - even if no one knew how. There was one thing that Jungkook wanted though, something that could never be his: you. A nobody. A girl with no title. No land. Just money and a pure soul to your name. Jeon Jungkook would’ve never spared a look your way, had that incident not occurred. Now you find yourself the target of his affection and the most hated woman in all the land. Which will kill you first?

“No.”

           YN’s eyes widen in shock before she tries to cover it up. “No?” What do you mean no? YN was so certain that Jungkook wouldn’t hesitate to jump at the chance - proving her point.

           Jungkook’s hands trailed up the side of her body, fingers gently dancing across her torso until they reached her neck where they settled on either side of her neck. The tense skin was massaged with such efficacy that YN couldn’t help the way her eyes rolled back. He observed this reaction with a smile on his face, then tentatively his lips brushed hers. From where his hands were placed, he could feel the racing of her heart. He could feel how the blood rushed through the veins - his blood, what little of it she had swallowed making its way home. Their kiss, if it could count as that, lasted only a few moments. Yet it was enough for Jungkook.

           “No, I won’t sleep with you.”

           In a second all hope leaves YN, if she couldn’t distract Jungkook with sex if it wasn’t truly all he wanted then what? Seeing her downtrodden expression Jungkook chuckled then he pulled YN in closer, hands sliding down towards the back of her dress. “I won’t sleep with you darling, but I will make love to you and fuck you if that’s what you want.” Before his words could even sink in, Jungkook used his strength to rip her dress open. Exposing all but her chest which lay pressed against the prince’s.

           “Your wager?” YN asked again, unwilling to let him have the upper hand. Not when so much was on the line.

           Jungkook chuckled, “Oh darling, how you never fail to amaze me.” Seeing her stone cold expression he acquiesced. “If I win you’ll be the mother of my child.” Aware of what would follow, Jungkook crashed his lips onto YN’s soft plump ones, not giving her a chance to change her opinion. What followed suit would cement their unspoken future and cause great suffering to many.

           “The prince?” Soojin’s lips were puckered, chin wrinkling in the way a child’s might when tasting something sour. The maids around her stood perfectly still barely breathing, they were too familiar with the expression on the princess’ face. Having been by her side for longer than she could remember they could recognize the pouty lips, furrowed brows, hooded eyes, and the pulsing vein in her temple. It signified a tantrum was incoming - surely to be the worst they had suffered as of yet. “Well?!” Soojin’s voice raised almost into a shrill. The typically refined Soojin had lost all of her demeanor in the past couple of days. Though the bruising around her neck had faded, the one around her heart had not and the ugly scarring it would leave was sure to affect not only her but everyone around her.

           Finally one of the maids stepped forward, bowing deeply demonstrating her submissiveness to the lioness in front of her. As if that ever spared prey from being eaten. “My apologies, my lady. The prince is still not out.”

           The scream that tore out of Soojin was guttural in nature, More like a growl than anything else. Though the tantrum lasted quite a while very few of the staff were harmed, and at that very minimally, the same could not be said for the princess’ chambers which were left in such shambles the entirety of the furniture had to be discarded. Yet it was not the thousands of dollars lost, nor the raging Seo striding down the hall that was to be a concern but rather her destination: the prince’s chambers - YN YLN inside them.

           Nothing spreads quicker than gossip in the palace and no one moves faster than the help, so Soojin wasn’t surprised to arrive at Jungkook’s door and see the usually present guards absent. They too would’ve been informed she was heading there and likely wanted to avoid facing the lionesses wrath. The heavy african blackwood doors had the Jeon sigils engrained in it - making it obvious who resided inside. Normally it would’ve taken a lot of effort to even open the door, it took two extremely muscular men to open it. Though in her rage, it only took a slight push from Soojin for them to slam open.

           Soojin expected a lot upon entering: to find her lover and his mistress entangled in the sheets putting on a show for anyone. Clothes scattered all around, champagne bottles, and wicked smiles placed on both their faces to taunt her. Instead the room was pristinely clean, bed made, and Jungkook was buttoning his shirt. “Can I help you with anything?” He asked, voice with a hint of roughness to it. They way it typically did after he had sex. The only thing that gave away his infidelity was the unkemptness of his hair and the slightest hint of a bruise around his neck. Soojin scoffs, incredulously that he would do this to her after everything - after all his promises.

           “Four days…I haven’t seen you in four fucking days!” Soojin no longer cared for maintaining appearances in front of Jungkook. Clearly he held no care for them.

           Jungkook sighed, leaning on the bed to put on his boots and tie them. “Frankly I don’t see what you’re so upset about. What I do with my lover has nothing to do with you.”

           “Your lover,” Soojin couldn’t help the sardonic smile that broke out on her face. “Have you no shame?! Parading your whore around in front of everyone while I look like a fool.”

           “You looking like a fool has nothing to do with me.” He chuckled, the vase Soojin threw his way was easily caught by Jungkook. The prince gently placed it beside him on the soft bed.

           Soojin’s chest began to rise and fall rapidly, she could feel the rage growing inside her. If Jungkook was ice then she was fire. It was just like when she was younger - the fire would grow and spread consuming everything that stood in its path. In this instance, an insolent little girl who sought herself better than a princess queen. “I won’t be held responsible for the consequences that befall YN due to your reckless actions.” At that the prince stilled, the air in the room suddenly becoming frigid as goosebumps rose on Soojin’s skin.

           “And I won’t be held responsible for the consequences that befall you if anything were to happen to YN.”

           “So you see your majesty, it would be reckless to allow this liaison to continue. Though I understand the prince has needs and would never dare interfere in his private affairs, this isn’t just about him. It’s about the needs of the crown.” Soojin despised king Jeon the II, she found the old man unnerving. Everytime his coal black eyes met hers, she felt the king saw through every facade and deep inside her soul. She assumed that is what had allowed him to maintain power even when his commanders, alliances, and sanity slipped his hands. Jeon exuded power, but his was strong and sturdy like a stone. His son’s power though was like water: constant, changing, tranquil, and tempestuous. Even hard stone was no match for the power of the sea. Everyone was aware of it, even the king in his fleeting reason, knew the time for a shift was rapidly approaching. Soojin couldn’t wait to get rid of the old haggard. To get rid of his lingering glances. Still she knew when to play her cards right, the only person to force Jungkook to submit would be his dear old dad.

           “You are right my child. Jungkook is far too reckless to take a Kim for a whore. It’s enough that I allow one Kim to remain in my court - but two and the people may believe I am beginning to slip.” His voice was harsh, the laugh sounding more like a croak. The kind an old toad might make.

Soojin had to resist the urge to grimace, “Nonsense your majesty. No one would ever believe that. Everyone is aware that your reign is far from its end.” Which is exactly why once YN was out of her way, Soojin would make sure to get rid of him. She could hardly be queen if her husband wasn’t on the throne. The king may be the head, but everyone knows the queen is the neck.

           “Oh my darling, I am well aware that you have always been on the side of the crown unlike many others that would use it for their own interests. Not to worry, I will make my son see reason. If he doesn’t well -”

           “I am sure he will sire. Jungkook cares for you very much and he would never disobey his father.” Soojin wondered how much venom she could spill into the world before she eventually poisoned herself. She consoled herself by remembering that she was surrounded by vipers ready to strike. No mamba can compare to the jaw of a lion. Unbeknownst to Seo Soojin, the Jeon’s were no ordinary snakes and unlike lions who massacred their preys before eating them snakes consumed their prey alive.

           “Very well.” King Jeon turned around waving over a guard, “Call my son, it is time we have a talk.” Before turning back to Soojin before him, “You are excused my child, take care of yourself.”

           “Of course your majesty, take care of yourself.”

           “Have you heard?”

           “It is the talk of the whole castle.”

           “Well do you think he’ll actually do it?”

           “He would be a fool not to, plus it isn’t like he has a choice.”

           “He’s the prince of the nation. Of course he has a choice.”

           “Not against the king he doesn’t.”

           Sana turned around, wet rag in her hand as she whipped it towards the two gossiping maids who screeched at the possibility of their garments being ruined by the dirty water. “What are the two of you yapping about?!” Sana had simply been trying to salvage what was left of YN’s garments that had been ripped to shreds by the prince. Not that it mattered, Jungkook would probably buy her even nicer dresses and it wasn’t like YN had asked her to. She had seemed so disgusted when she walked back into her rooms. Heading straight for the shower and barely even sparing Sana a glance. Not that she cared, the less she had to interact with the mistress, the better in Sana’s head. Still, appearances must be kept up for the sake of the prince. So she gritted her teeth and cheerfully declared that she would wash her clothes.

           “Wouldn’t you like to know Sana? Probably run back to your lady and tell her everything.” Irene sneered, smoothing down the front of her dress and fixing her strawberry blonde hair.

           “Please what good would that do me?” The bitch deserves everything that’s coming to her. YN had explained her side of the story to Sana long ago, but she saw through the innocent facade she played. Why would the prince ever be interested in a stupid commoner like her when he had every woman at his fingertips? No. She had seduced him, even if YN may never admit it. Sana knew she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing - just like her.

           “Because without someone to report on, you’ll lose the prince’s favoritism. Or do you actually believe he cares for you?!” Irene laughed and the other maids around her began to laugh too. Sana rolled her eyes, returning to the soapy water in front of her.

           “I’m no fool. I use him just as he uses me.” But her tone wavered towards the end, which only caused others to chuckle beside her. It wasn’t until one of the girls beside her took pity and told her what was happening.

           “The prince and princess Soojin are to be wed in seven days’ time.”

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Even in Death | Jungkook x Reader (Haunted Mansion AU)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Borderline OT7)

Word Count: 13.5k

Warnings: 18+,Yandere, Ghost Bangtan, Stalking, Obsession, Mentions of Blood, Slight Gore, Fear, Non Consensual Kissing, Panic/Anxiety, Depictions of A Dead Body, Serial Murders, Reincarnation, Heights, Poisoning, Lots of Attempted Murder, Mentions of Suicide

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: “Her face was exactly the same as yours, but her hair was styled appropriately for her era. But, what was most concerning was that you recognized the dress she was wearing in the portrait because it was the same one you were currently wearing. You could feel your skin crawl as you came to that realization, he had put you in his dead fiancé’s clothes. “

A/N: Surprise, Happy Early Halloween! My internet disconnected while I was trying to upload this so I am thoroughly irritated hehe. Well, I do hope you enjoy this fic, it is based off of one of my favorite spooky season movies! As per usual, this is slightly edited but will be fully edited tomorrow my dears. I look forward to seeing you in the comments and my inbox 💜🎃🔮

It was exceptionally cold for October. 

The leaves that were crisp colors of burgundy and orange were desperately clinging to the tree branches as the rain pounded them in unforgiving torrents. It was gloomy and had you been at home nestled under your favorite blanket with a hot drink, you would have loved it. But instead, you were in your car driving for hours at a time to make it back home. 

You had gotten a call that your brother was in the hospital, and as you were his only living family member, you had to make it there to see him. 

And, to make matters worse, the asphalt of the roads was steadily being drowned in rapidly increasing inches of water, making them look like murky, black, winding rivers. You had seen enough videos online to know that if the water got too high, you were going to be screwed. The last thing you needed was for it to travel through your exhaust pipe and stall your car. Then it would be game over and you would be effectively trapped in a natural disaster. 

The windshield wipers were sliding frantically from side to side and even though you had them set to the fastest speed, you were still driving blind. 

You knew that you were only halfway home, you still had hours more to travel. But with the way this storm was acting you were certain you weren’t going to be able to make it home that day. So, reluctantly, you knew that you had to search for somewhere to seek shelter and you had to be quick about it. 

You knew of one place. 

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On the First Day of Christmas, My True Love Gave to Me…

Pairing: Yandere!Namjoon x Reader x Yandere!Jungkook

Genre: Yandere au, angst

Word Count: 8.9k

Summary: When your boss, Mr. Kim, asked you to help him pick out some presents for his boyfriend, Mr. Jeon, you thought it was an easy way to make a quick buck on Christmas Eve. Little do you know, there is much more brewing beneath the surface than you could have ever imagined.

Content & Warnings: Gender neutral reader, yandere themes, angst, kidnapping, drugging (don’t trust the eggnog!), Joon and Kook are in an established relationship, CEO!Joonie, stay-at-home-boyfriend!Kook, assistant!reader, polyamory, reader’s sexuality is nondescript, invasion of personal space, mentions of engagement and marriage, general discomfort, objectification, forced kissing, making out, use of pet names: darling, baby, sweetie, threats.

Author’s Note: Merry Christmas, everyone!!! Hope you have an incredible day for all who are celebrating! And here’s to hoping that you never find yourself in the same situation as Y/n lol. Stay safe y’all! And Happy Holidays, once again!! 💕💕💕

Mr. Kim was sitting typing on his computer when you walked into his office with his morning coffee. At the click of the door opening, he looked up at you, before immediately looking back at his screen. “Oh, Y/n, it’s just you.”

You stood in front of his desk, moving the hot mug from hand to hand as it slightly burned your palms. He always wanted his coffee piping hot, so scalding that even the handle couldn’t escape the heat. And with the new Christmas themed mug that Jungkook had gotten him—a reindeer head shaped mug with not even a handle—it only upped the torture you had to endure for the sake of your boss’ preference. “Yes, sir. Your coffee,” you said, before placing it down on a coaster.

“Thank you, Y/n. I can always rely on you.” He glanced at you for a second, winking with a soft smile on his face.

It was odd to see him being so kind. Mr. Kim wasn’t exactly known for his benevolence, to say the least. Quite the opposite actually. In the office, he is the cold, stoic, but smart CEO that everyone knows better than to cross. Not mean-spirited, per se, but definitely not someone who goes around giving compliments to people. This was new.

You shifted on your feet. “Uh, no worries. That’s quite literally a part of my job.”

When he reached for the mug, you couldn’t help, but warn him. “Wait! It’s really hot! I know you like it hot, but the mug is incredibly hot today. I just made it.”

He raised an eyebrow at your loud voice, never before have you spoken so openly with him. You’ve always been the definition of quiet compliance and poise. “Hot, hmm?”

You held your hands in front of you. “Yes, Mr. Jeon sent a new mug for you to use this morning. It doesn’t have a handle.”

He tapped the tip of his index finger against the ceramic cheek of the reindeer, before pulling his hand back hissing. He pressed his finger into his mouth to soothe the burn. “Yes, I see,” he said, around his finger.

Your eyes lingered on the sight. He watched you just as intensely, though you didn’t notice.

He popped his finger out of his mouth, and you were brought back to earth. “Jungkook,” he started, his voice somewhat sounded overwhelmed as he ran a hand over his face,  “has been getting me quite a few gifts now that I proposed to him.”

“Oh!” You interrupted. “Congratulations, Mr. Kim. Please, give my congrats to Mr. Jeon as well.”

“Yes, yes.” He waved away the topic. “Thank you, and I will let him know. He’ll be thrilled to receive your well wishes.”

His eyes glinted with something hidden. But as quickly as it came, it was gone.

Mr. Kim let out a sigh, before he began speaking again. “The thing is that he feels the need to prove his place as my future husband even though I’ve told him there is no need to. He’s become even more domestic than before.”

Then he mumbled more to himself, “Didn’t even think that was possible.”

He gestured at you. “You’ll see a lot more of him around here, he’s really over the moon. Can barely stay away. He already gets bored spending all day at home on his own, that’s partially why he always finds himself here. …Maybe I should get him a puppy… or something.” He eyed you for a moment, before turning back to shuffle around a pile of papers on his desk.

“Anyway, let me know if he becomes too much, I’ll let him know. I know he gets a bit excited, especially when you’re near.”

“Oh right. Of course, sir. Thank you.”

It was surprising that he seemed to be aware that Jungkook’s frequent visits had become too much for you. He would come semi-regularly to the office, hoping to see his boyfriend. However, because of Namjoon’s demanding work schedule: endless meetings, calls, and projects to overlook, Jungkook would often have to wait before he’d be able to see his boyfriend. And so he’d lean against your desk that was placed in front of Namjoon’s office, chin resting on top of  the palm of his hand, talking your ear off.

At first, it was just a way for him to kill time. And since he was your boss’ boyfriend, you endured him. You gave him one word answers as you tried to complete your work, while he would go on and on about whatever topic had piqued his interest that week.

However, as time passed, he’d begun to think of you as a friend. He would come just to see you, just to talk to you about the latest hobby he had taken on at home. Some days he would talk to you for over an hour, and when you’d finally tell him that Mr. Kim’s meeting had ended and he could enter his office, he’d leave without meeting him. He’d smile at you and let you know that he’d come to see you that day, not Namjoon.

It confused you, but considering he was a stay-at-home-boyfriend with seemingly little to no friends, you didn’t mind having to deal with his visits. He was entertaining in the bleak office climate. Especially after you’d been moved up to Namjoon’s empty floor.

Namjoon cleared his throat, causing you to jump.

“Um, right! If you don’t need anything else, I’ll go back to my desk. Let me know if you need anything, sir.”

He nodded. “I will.”

You turned on your heels, making your way to the door. As soon as your hand grasped the doorknob, the door opened, pushing you back. In less than a second you found yourself in someone’s embrace.

“Y/n!” the person said. They pulled and pushed you about in their arms making you hold on to them tighter to keep from falling. “I didn’t see you at your desk! I got worried that you’d taken the day off. Don’t do that to me!”

“Darling,” Namjoon commanded. “Let my assistant go.”

Jungkook obliged though with a whine and a dramatic pout. “Fineeeee.”

Finally able to look at him, you took in his outfit. He was dressed in a cute oversized off-white knit sweater that made his large frame look tiny. Hair fluffed in a just-got-of-bed style that only added to his overall cute aura. His eyes shined as he kept practically jumping with excitement. He was barely able to contain his joy.

“Y/n, Y/n, guess what! Guess what!” He was radiating happiness and sunshine that honestly made it hard to look at him.

“What?” you asked.

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The Reaper | Jungkook x Reader

Pairing: Yandere Mercenary Jungkook x  Reader 

Word Count: 14.6k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Touching, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Stalking, Murder, Lots of Blood, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not By Jungkook), Mild Smut, Dub-Con, Cunnilingus, Decapitation, Throats are Slit, Wolf Attacks 

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: “With your skirts drawn up over your thighs, the skin raised with goosebumps from the cool spring air, his hand retreated only to return with what looked like a stamp but where the rubber should have been, there were instead tiny needles all coated with bright red ink. Before you could begin to squirm again he quickly pressed it against the side of your thigh pulling a pained cry from your throat.

When he removed the faux stamp beads of blood rose to the surface of your skin, blending with the red ink that has been left behind. But the image imprinted on your skin was clear as day, a symbol your town had come to associate with fear: a skull pierced by a sword and ensnared by a snake. It was the mark of the reaper. 

You had been marked for death.” 

A/N: Here I am at almost three in the morning again lol. This is super UNEDITED but I will edit it tomorrow so please bear with me when it comes to any grammatical errors. I HUSTLED to get this done before classes start Monday so hopefully the quality did not suffer. This also ended up being 4-6k longer than intended. Very on brand. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and I can’t wait to see you in my inbox and the comments, love you 💜💜💜

It was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, but your stomach was twisted in knots. 

You were one of the lucky ones, at least that was what your father had told you when he excitedly grabbed hold of your hands with a winning smile. 

“A diamond in the rough,” He had whispered in awe, “How lucky I am to have had such a beautiful daughter born out of this village.” 

It is true that none of us have a say as to what family we are born into, and that couldn’t be any more true for you. You were born into a poor family in a dilapidated village in the woods, you had been destined to live a destitute life like everyone else who had come before you. But you were happy. You enjoyed your spring days running barefoot through the Brooke, the lingering heat of summer nights beneath the stars, the crunch of autumn leaves underfoot, and the bite of cold winter wind against your cheeks. You adored the simplicity of the only life you had ever known and you never wanted for more. 

But oftentimes, parents desired more for their children, more than they ever had. And that was why your father had jumped at the chance to marry you off to a visiting lord. 

Had you not entered the forest that day to forage, maybe you would not have ended up in this situation. But you had so there was no point in dwelling on the alternate possibilities of what could have come to pass rather than what actually had. 

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The Stalker’s Game

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: yandere

Word count: 1.9k

Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of stalking and invasive behavior, which may be distressing to some readers. Please proceed with caution if these topics are triggering for you.

a/n: The characters and situations depicted in this chapter are fictional and are intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The portrayal of emotions and interpersonal dynamics is a creative interpretation and should not be taken as a reflection of real-life relationships or events.

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You walked quickly down the desolate street, the night air biting at your cheeks and numbing your fingers. Each step felt like a battle against the encroaching darkness, the moon's weak light doing little to push back the shadows that seemed to press in from all sides. A shiver of fear slid down your spine; his presence was a constant, unsettling whisper at the edge of your awareness. He, your stalker, was always near, his invisible gaze a weight on your shoulders. The recent closeness of his stalking was beginning to fray your nerves, each close encounter leaving you more unsettled than the last.

The dim glow of a flickering street lamp ahead offered a glimmer of hope. You quickened your pace, the cold air harsh against your face as you made your way to the bus stop. There, under the sputtering light, a man sat hunched over his phone, his posture rigid with a mix of anxiety and concentration. His eyes flicked up as you approached, and his face blanched in surprise. He shrank back, his body language a clear, involuntary reaction of fear.

Ignoring the man’s frightened retreat, you took a seat next to him. Your movements were deliberate but tense, each shift in position betraying your underlying agitation. You could feel your breath misting in the chill air, coming out in sharp, uneven puffs. The proximity of the stranger, combined with your heightened senses, only intensified the disquiet simmering just beneath the surface.

Your gaze darted to the dim street, searching for any sign of the figure who haunted you. The air around you crackled with an electric tension, thick and heavy with unspoken fears. As you tried to steady your breathing, you couldn’t ignore the closeness of the man beside you. His shift away, his slight tremble—everything about him seemed to resonate with the same uneasy energy you felt.

Every shift of his body, every subtle tremor in his hands, felt charged, almost as if the atmosphere itself was thickening with each breath you took. The warmth of your body contrasted sharply with the frigid night, creating a strange, almost unbearable tension in the confined space. You were painfully aware of the space between you shrinking, the physical closeness amplifying the electric current of anticipation and anxiety that danced between you.

In this eerie cocoon of light and shadow, your sense of isolation seemed to deepen. Each breath you took, each glance towards the darkened street, was a silent plea for the nightmare to end. The bus stop, once a beacon of hope, now felt like a stage set for your deepest fears. The atmosphere pulsed with a charged intensity, a constant reminder of the shadow you couldn’t escape.

The man’s gaze darted nervously between you and the dark street, his eyes wide and frantic. You followed his frantic glances, and your heart dropped like a stone. There he was, emerging from the shadows by the gnarled tree. His towering figure was shrouded in the deep, dark folds of his hoodie, but the cruel smirk curling his lips was unmistakable. He stood there, an immovable sentinel in the gloom, his eyes burning with a predatory satisfaction that sent icy shivers racing down your spine.

Every muscle in your body tensed as you tried to steady your racing heart. The bus’s headlights sliced through the darkness, a sudden, blinding beacon of hope. The man at the stop stiffened, his shoulders jerking up in a barely concealed attempt to escape the mounting tension. As he hurriedly climbed aboard, you felt a wild, desperate urge to follow him. Your fingers grazed the edge of your seat as you half-rose, eyes locked on the bus.

But as you glanced at the route map, the reality struck with a crushing weight. The bus veered off in a direction that had no relation to your destination. The hope that had sparked within you fizzled out, leaving behind a bleak, sinking feeling. Your shoulders slumped, and you sank back into your seat, feeling the oppressive weight of the predator’s gaze grow even more intense.

The bus and the man vanished into the night, and the oppressive stillness of the bus stop seemed to close in on you. Every breath you took was laden with the heavy, electric tension of the moment. The distance between you and the shadowy figure by the tree felt charged with an almost unbearable energy, the air between you thick with an unspoken, menacing promise. The flickering light above did little to dispel the darkness, only deepening the palpable, charged atmosphere around you.

Your stalker began moving again, his strides quick and deliberate, each step a steady, relentless approach. His eyes were locked onto you with an unwavering intensity, and the weight of his gaze felt like a physical force pushing against your back. Panic exploded inside you, and you took off, sprinting down the deserted street. Your bag slipped from your shoulder, hitting the pavement with a hollow thud, but you couldn’t afford to stop. You zigzagged through alleyways, taking sharp turns in a desperate bid to lose him, but his footsteps echoed behind you, a constant, menacing reminder of his pursuit.

Your breath came in ragged gasps, each inhale sharp and desperate. Your legs burned, and every corner you rounded seemed to bring you closer to the edge of collapse. The alleyways were a labyrinth of shadows, but no matter how many turns you took, his presence remained unnervingly close, like a dark cloud stalking your every move.

At last, you had hidden yourself in the corner, your breath coming in harsh, frantic bursts. You pressed yourself against a cold, unforgiving wall, the rough brick scraping your back as you tried to steady your pounding heart. You could hear his footsteps growing louder, each step a slow, deliberate march that amplified the tension between you.

Suddenly, he emerged from the dim light, his imposing figure cutting through the shadows. He moved with a sinuous, almost predatory grace, his presence overwhelming and oppressive. His gaze locked onto you with a fierce intensity, and his smirk deepened, curling in a way that sent shivers down your spine. The shadow he cast was long and menacing, a stark contrast to the flickering, uncertain light around you. His body language exuded both menace and allure, his movements calculated and deliberate, every gesture charged with a dark, magnetic energy that made your pulse race.

You could feel the electric tension between you, a heavy, almost unbearable force that seemed to crackle in the air. The closeness of his presence, combined with the desperation in your own movements, created an almost suffocating intimacy in the dark alley, where every breath felt like a shared secret, fraught with fear and an unsettling, unspoken attraction.

He stepped forward, his body pressing you against the wall with a commanding, almost bruising presence. Your breath hitched as his warmth enveloped you, his breath tickling your neck with a mixture of danger and intimacy. His arms encircled you, the grip tight and possessive, each muscle in his body a solid, unyielding force pressed against your back.

Your heart pounded in your chest, every beat a frantic reminder of the closeness and the overwhelming sensation of his body against yours. His chest was hard and powerful, its heat searing through the thin fabric of your clothes. You could feel every movement of his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest a relentless rhythm that seemed to synchronize with your own erratic breaths.

“Who are you?” you managed to gasp, your voice trembling as you tried to keep the fear out of your tone. “Please, just let me go.”

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear with a chilling, intimate touch. The contact sent shivers down your spine, a mix of terror and something else, something unsettlingly intimate. "I’m Jeon Jungkook," he murmured, his voice a soft, seductive purr that dripped with both menace and allure. "I’ve waited too long for this. I never imagined it would be like this, but they know about you, sweetheart. You need to come with me. I need you alive to survive." His enemies are already hunting you, aware that you’re his only weakness. To get to him, they won’t hesitate to hurt you.

The way he spoke was a blend of dark promise and seductive control, each word an echo of his twisted obsession. His breath was hot against your ear, mingling with the icy fear that clung to your skin. The tension between you was a living, palpable thing, charged with an almost unbearable intensity. Every shift of his body against yours, every brush of his lips, made the air feel thick and electric, a constant reminder of the dangerous allure he wielded.

The name hit you like a freezing wave—Jungkook, the feared mafia boss. Your eyes widened in terror, and a fresh wave of panic surged through you. You could feel your heart hammering wildly in your chest, each beat a frantic reminder of your peril.

He continued speaking, his voice a dark, smooth purr that seemed to graze your skin with every word. “I’ve watched you from afar, admired you. You’re mine now.” His arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer until every inch of your body was pressed against his. “I protect what’s mine with everything I have, and you—” He emphasized his claim by drawing you even tighter against his chest, his breath hot and heavy on your neck, “—you’re my most treasured possession.”

His words dripped with a dark, possessive certainty, each syllable wrapped in a shrouded promise. The heat of his body was overwhelming, a searing pressure that seemed to suffocate the space between you. His breath mixed with yours, creating a taut, almost unbearable intimacy that seemed to charge the air around you.

You tried to plead again, your voice cracking with raw desperation. “Please, let me go.”

His grip remained unyielding, his touch more possessive, almost claiming. “I can’t do that. You’re mine and in danger.” His voice was low, unwavering, and the intensity of his gaze burned into you. “And I protect what’s mine fiercely.”

The closeness of his body, the firmness of his hold, and the relentless, smoldering intensity in his eyes created a charged atmosphere, an almost tangible heat that enveloped you. The air felt thick with the electric tension of his possessive touch, and every movement, every breath shared between you seemed to amplify the dark, unsettling allure of his presence.

His hands roamed over you with an unsettling familiarity, every touch a mix of thrill and terror. His fingers traced possessive paths along your sides, pressing and squeezing with a dominance that was both commanding and unnerving. Each caress seemed to linger longer than necessary, igniting a shiver that ran the length of your spine.

The night seemed to close in around you, the shadows stretching and distorting as if drawn into the gravity of his embrace. The flickering streetlight cast fleeting patterns across your faces, making his features appear both menacing and alluring. His grip tightened, drawing you impossibly closer until your bodies were pressed together, every muscle and curve aligned in an intimate, inescapable closeness.

The tension between you was a live wire, sparking and crackling with an intensity that left you breathless and trembling. His breathing was a warm, steady rhythm against your ear, the sound creating a stifling cocoon of heat around you. The cold of the night was a stark contrast to the searing heat of his touch, making the air between you feel electric and charged.

In the eerie stillness, surrounded by encroaching darkness and the biting chill, you were trapped in his embrace, caught between fear and a dark, undeniable attraction. The oppressive force of his hold was a constant reminder of your helplessness, leaving you tangled in a web of sensation and emotion you couldn’t fully grasp or escape.

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death valley (m) | part 9

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

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, jimin x reader, jungkook x reader, seokjin x reader

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

wordcount: 10.5k (you’ll speed through it i promise)

warnings: reader discretion advised. drug use, manipulation, rough sex, penetrative sex, oral sex, breast play, cum play, fingering, toxic behavior, reference to psychological disorders, slut-shaming, obsessive, possessive, yandere themes, lying, fighting, guns, shootings, character death, degradation, groping, praise, lots of love-making, lots of emotional confessions, angsty sex, heavy flirting, reference to past somno, dubcon/coersive sex, car chase, alcohol use, sex while intoxicated....i think that’s everything??? bathroom sex, police station sex, forced vouyerism, torture, a building gets set on fire (bultaoreune pt 2) lots of stabbing/knife use, jimin sings a song about you awh! and also namjoon is a whole SIMP

a/n: MY ENTIRE SOUL WENT INTO THIS and i probably cried at some point. please enjoy.

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The clicking of Jin’s pen between his fingers did nothing to ease your irritation as he paced around you slowly, settling then to place his palms on the table, leaning forward until he was a breath away from you. 

“What exactly were you doing...with me?” The sleazy grin on his face had you eager to punch his perfectly sharp jawline. 

“We were doing drugs at the hotel.” You stated simply, a bitter taste in your mouth. “Cocaine, molly, who knows what else, and we drank....we fucked” 

Jin smirked, glancing back at the mirror briefly. He sat himself down lightly on the table. Leaning back on his hands, the incessant clicking of his pen continuing to echo off of the plain walls.

“Right...we did, didn’t we. Can you describe it to me?” His flirtatious tone seemed blatantly inappropriate for the occasion, but that didn’t stop him from flashing you those hungry, lustful eyes. 

He walked his calloused fingers down the collar of your shirt, tapping against your chest softly. The brush of his skin against yours had you trembling. You felt the constrain of your blouse give way as he popped open each button with the swift move of his thumb.

“Stop playing games Jin. You’re the one who fucking wanted me to kill him” You whispered to him, eyeing the camera that filmed you from the corner. 

He grazed along the front clip of your bra, before snapping it open, your flesh spilling out. He sighed in approval, hands now pushing aside the fabric so he could tug at your nipples. You looked at the mirror, knowing full well that someone was behind it. 

“I know it wasn’t you, dumbass” His voice was eerily raspy, face now barely inches from yours as his palm covered your breast. His words searing against your neck, making your face flush with heat. Your breath hitched as he ran a stripe down your neck before settling to sink his teeth into your shoulder. “You wanna know what I think?” You gulped as he brushed his lips across the expanse of your sternum. “I think it was Yoongi” 

He backed away, only enough to fully enjoy the disturbed look in your eyes, the dilemma in your head obvious to him, the denial almost salivating. He knew you wouldn’t accept it but he simply loved watching you fall apart. There was an exhilarating rush he felt when getting inside your head, making you lose faith in someone you thought you loved, making you afraid, helpless, and confused. He couldn’t get enough.

“But I mean, you saw him that day right? It couldn’t have been him since he at the album release party...hm?” You were horrified, Jin’s cock painfully throbbed through his tight pants. Setting down his pen, his slender fingers wrapped around your throat, loving the way your eyes were filled with fear, lips parted as you choked for a breath. He released you, and you gasped loudly, panting as you collected yourself. 

“No...I didn’t see him there but...I was high so maybe” Jin grinned, he could feel your heart racing, the trepidation in your eyes making him want to flip you over and fuck you until you were screaming for him to stop. 

“Can you describe to me the last interaction you had with him?” He unbuttoned your pants and you watched him, mind numb and unable to process anything. You felt his hand slide beneath the waistline, fingers greedily searching as you spread your legs. His fingers found your clit, gliding across in small, painfully light circles. He was giving you nothing, but you had already surrendered to his touch.

“H..he was upset...” Heat pooled between your legs as you clenched your thighs, desperately trying to feel Jin’s fingers. You swallowed, basking in the sensation just briefly as you eyes fluttered shut. “He thought I had been with someone. But no--no way. I know how it sounds but it wasn’t Yoongi. There’s no way he would have known that I slept with Taehyung” 

“Oh. You slept with Taehyung? My goodness.” Jin shoved a finger into your cunt causing you to buckle forward, hands landing on his thighs. He chuckled at the breathless curses spilling from your chapped lips as he curled his finger inside of you. 

“Is he that possessive though? Do you think Yoongi would go to such lengths just because of jealousy? I mean, that seems pretty extreme.” Jin paused, pulling his finger out, ignoring your frustrated groan. He wiped his fingers against your cheek as if you were a rag. “Well I suppose this is the guy who branded you, locked you up in his apartment. And clearly he has a temper.”

“I’m a bit curious” You strained your neck to turn away as Jin’s tongue lapped at your cheeks, sloppily taking up the arousal spread across your face. “The night you were kidnapped, did you fuck Namjoon?”

You inhaled sharply, nodding. Jin finished licking up your cheeks before pressing his lips onto yours again. You could feel his grin on your lips as his hands cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to him so he could deepen the kiss.

You gasped as he parted, giving you a proud look that made you tempted to strangle him then and there, law be damned. “Before Jimin’s accident, didn’t you sleep with him too?” 

“Yes, how do you kno--” Jin placed a finger over your lips, making you scowl.

“Is it possible that Yoongi orchestrated all of this to punish and scare off your lovers? And that Yoongi could have found out about you sleeping with Taehyung and killed him?”

You went quiet, Jin’s grin widening as the light vanished from your eyes. His words sunk in as you began to recount all the events that had been happening over the past few weeks. 

“Yes but..no...no he” You sounded as though you were trying to convince yourself more than Jin. Tears streamed down your face “But Jungkook said...you...”

Jin pat your cheeks playfully, “Ah, right. The drug dealer who was high on heroin and claims I stabbed him.” He flicked your forehead, “Use that pretty head of yours hm? I was with you that night, wasn’t I? Driving you home. Your entire basis for thinking I’m a bad person is on the words of a seasoned liar”

“Jungkook wouldn’t...he...” 

“God Y/n!” Jin snapped, slamming his fist onto the table “Why do you keep defending Jungkook of all people? We’ve been over this, he’s lied to you so many fucking times. He lied about it being me who threatened him to have him move out. I didn’t even know you then. He lied to you about drugging Namjoon, and honestly who knows what else he’s lied about. He’s a greedy whore. Nothing more.”

You clenched your eyes shut, hoping that you could somehow awaken from the nightmare that the past two days had been and instead return to the hotel room with Yoongi, kissing him. The only thoughts on your mind being his consuming adoration for you, the fire that took over you whenever you touched him, and the exciting prospect of what a life with him would entail. Making love and music every night for the rest of eternity. 

“Can’t you see that they’re paying Jungkook to lie to you? You know for a fact that Yoongi is a gangster. You know for a fact that Hobi works for him. They’ve gone to great lengths to manipulate you against me. The only person who actually can keep you safe from Yoongi” His brown eyes were focused on you, all the flirting and teasing vanished, leaving nothing but a man of the law doing his duty. 

You nodded, words unable to form in your mouth that was instead filled with an overwhelming bitterness. Jin faced the mirror and gave a satisfied smile.

“That’s all my questions. I think we know who our killer is”

Jin glanced back at the mirror and gave a slight nod, to which the door opened, allowing an officer to drag in a defeated looking Yoongi in handcuffs, plopping him down into the chair across from you. His face was sullen, eyes red and tired, from drugs or tears, you weren’t quite sure. He wore a white hoodie, now stained with streaks of what you prayed was dirt and not blood. 

You internally pleaded for him to look you in the eyes, but he didn’t. His eyes remained steady on the ground, not reacting as Jin walked over to him, lightly smacking his head. “Enjoy the show Mr. Min Yoongi?”

Your heart dropped, had he seen all of that? Yoongi didn’t move, you could see his fists almost whiten with how tightly he was clenching them together through the tight cuffs on his wrist. Jin grabbed a fist full of his hair, yanking his head back to force him to meet his eyes.

“I asked you a question” He sneered, letting him go. Yoongi exhaled, his eyes finally landing on yours. The wind was knocked out of you, you couldn’t breathe. He looked so cold, so broken, making your heart crave for the smile and soft laughs the two of you shared.

He barely reacted to you, instead his attention returned to Jin, who slid his arms under your shoulders and pulled you up.

“I’ll make you talk” Jin’s hands yanked down your shorts, taking your panties down with it before landing a harsh blow to your ass. He pushed your head down onto the table so Yoongi could get a full view of your back. “Confess. Admit you did all of this, and I’ll stop”

Yoongi remained silent, nails digging into his palm as he watched Jin bend down to trail kisses across your lower back. You didn’t dare look up, tears welling in your eyes as you felt Jin’s mouth lower until he was on his knees behind you, making it a point to smack his lips as he kissed your pussy lips. “You smell divine” He commented, hand cupping your heat, rolling his palm to give you some friction to which your hips involuntarily rolled, hoping for more.

“Look at him” Jin’s demanding voice vibrated through your core before he smacked your cunt harshly, making you wince out in pain. “Look into his eyes. I want him to see how good I fuck you”

Slowly you lifted your chin to see Yoongi staring at you. He averted his gaze momentarily, a soft blush appearing on his cheeks before he looked at you again. Your eyes widened as Jin began to glide the tip of his tongue along your wet folds, occasionally clicking his tongue just so he could emphasize the sound of your squelching wetness. Your pussy gushed, Yoongi’s eyes making you clench down as Jin went at you like a kitten, teasing you, making your thighs tremble in desperation. 

“So wet, look at that” Jin ran his finger through you, gathering up a good amount of your arousal before standing up and walking over to Yoongi’s side. He knelt over Yoongi’s shoulders and shoved his finger into your mouth, causing you to gag as he stuffed you full. “Good girl” He tugged at your lip, pushing past Yoongi to plant his lips onto yours, his tongue wrapping around yours sloppily as he kissed you. You groaned in complaint, but it came out sounding nothing like you meant it to, only encouraging Jin to kiss you longer. He parted from you, panting softly before licking his lips. “Taste so good. Doesn’t she Yoongi? Doesn’t she taste amazing?” 

He chuckled, turning behind you as he unbuckled his belt. Moving your hair aside, he slide the belt around your neck, fastening it tightly enough to have you gasping for air. “This is what you’re into isn’t it Yoongi? Treating this goddess like some filthy dog.” He tugged the belt, causing you to yelp out. Jin cooed at you, bending over your body to kiss you softly on the cheek as he gave Yoongi a sinister smirk.

“I don’t know how you could do it, Yoongi. I’d never lay a hand on such a pretty little thing like her” He whispered, nipping away at the tears that were streaming down your face like an open flood, “Then again, you are crazy so” His hands slid under you, grappling with your still exposed breasts. You could feel his bulge pressing into your tender flesh from behind. 

“Tell me baby, do you feel good?” Jin pinched your nipples, making you whine, body writhing under his weight. He stroked your hair, biting onto the edges of your face as he continued caressing you. 

“Y..yes” You looked down, not wanting to see the look in Yoongi’s eyes as you surrendered to the pleasure of Jin’s touch. Your heart was racing, cunt dripping onto the floor as Jin trailed kisses down your spine. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you up and down on his straining erection, eyes glued to Yoongi.

“You can talk you know” Jin commented, in zipping himself so his cock popped out. “You can stop me anytime you’d like, although” He slapped his cock against your fidgeting folds, “Seeing how fucking wet she is, I don’t know that Y/n would want that, would you baby?”

“Stop” Yoongi’s voice was hoarse, his expression unwavering. You purse your lips as Jin began laughing hysterically, continuing to tease his cockhead over your gaping hole. “Y/n. I didn’t do this, he’s lying” 

“I don’t know” You muttered, “I don’t know if I believe you anymore Yoongi, ohhh fuck--” You moaned as Jin filled you up in one thrust. Your lips were parted, eyes rolling back as the feeling of his thick, long cock filled you with a desperate ease. Your walls clamped down, heat melting around him as he began to pull out, the drag hitting you in all the right places. He was going slow--too slow. 

“You whore! I didn’t even know you slept with all these fuckers otherwise trust me they would be DEAD. You hear that princess? Dead.” Yoongi screamed suddenly, his voice booming through the closed walls. He lunged forward, pushing desperately against the handcuffs. Jin chuckled, slowing his thrusts so he could enjoy the blatant entertainment right in front of his eyes. He pulled you flush against his chest, kissing your neck as he shamelessly played with your tits. Yoongi looked like he would throw up.

“You’re insane” Your voice was shaky as Jin continued to pound into you with every word. His large hands radiated with heat over your heaving chest “Y..you branded me...you remembered me this whole time, you kidnapped me...you stalked me--you had Taehyung stalking me...and then you found out we slept together and k...” A loud sob left your lips, “You killed him”

Your heart clenched, as you noticed Yoongi sniffling, finally breaking his resolve as a single tear streamed down from his red eyes. 

“Y/n please” Yoongi stood up. “I did everything for you. All of this was for you, don’t you get that? The label, the gang, the money, all of this. My whole life has been so I can be someone you can love so...you can’t give up on me Y/n.”

“Wow” Jin interrupted, releasing you so he could clap his hands. You groaned in frustration as cold air hit your tender nipples. “If this is you trying to convince her you aren’t insane, you’re doing a great job”

“Fuck you” Yoongi spat, kicking his chair back to run at him. Jin rolled his eyes and pulled his gun from his back pocket, aiming it straight at him. “Y/n tell him to stop” Yoongi growled, slamming his tied fists on the table, “I love you I love you so much why can’t you just see that!? I know...it’s not normal Y/n, I know I can get...angry...okay but I love you. Isn’t that enough? Can’t you just believe me? I swear love, I swear on my love for you I didn’t kill Taehyung, or do any of this other stuff okay.

Your heart dropped as you heard the resounding click of the gun’s safety.

“That’s enough” You felt Jin’s hold loosen at the booming sound of Namjoon’s voice. He barged inside and shoved Jin aside with all his strength, punching him in the face. He pinned him against the wall, knee kicking straight into his groin. Jin yelped out, falling to the ground. Namjoon pried the gun from his hands and pressed it up against his skull. 

Jin tilted his head back, cheek bruised and bleeding as a smirk grew on his lips. “Someone’s really itching for a rematch huh” Jin scoffed. Namjoon lunged towards him again but you held him back.

“Don’t...” You pleaded, hugging him from behind. The room fell quiet, filled only with the sound of your pounding heart resonating through your entire being and Namjoon’s panting, eyes filled with rage and disgust.

His hand slid over yours on his stomach as he took deep breaths, calming himself down. He turned, encircling you in his arms.

“Are you okay? Shit” He pulled the belt off from around your neck, gathering your tossed clothes from the ground and handing them to you. He glanced at Yoongi who gave him a thankful nod.

“Is it true?” Namjoon’s voice was deep as he faced Yoongi, your arms still latched onto him as you got dressed. He stroked your neck protectively as Yoongi sighed in annoyance.

“No, idiot. Now get me out of these cuffs”

Namjoon shook his head, “No...you told me you were going to kill Taehyung that day. Is this why? Was Jin right? Have you been stalking her?”

Yoongi blinked in shock, scowling, “Namjoon you can fucking say goodbye to that record deal unless you fucking get me out of here and get your hand off of her” 

Namjoon glanced at you briefly before pursing his lips, “You’re sick” He spat, taking your hand in his, “Come on, let’s go” Yoongi screamed, kicking the table over before falling to his knees.

You left him there, blinking back tears. You heard loud sobs get quiet as Namjoon closed the door behind you, leading you out of the precinct. 

It was pouring rain as Namjoon led you back to his car, a familiar black Cadillac you had grown to loathe, just like Death Valley, just like everything. Namjoon’s hand remained steady on yours as he waited for you to calm down. You buried your face into your knees, body trembling as he squeezed your hand.

Namjoon tilted his head, thinking for a moment before turning on the aux. He pulled up Jimin’s album, starting with the song that you had helped write. He was sure you hadn’t even heard it yet. Your sniffling came to a slow stop as you registered the music that was playing, cries turning into slight giggles. You looked at him with gratitude.

“Wow.” You laughed, wiping the tears from your face, “We really did that” Namjoon smiled at you warmly, his dimple peeking through his chiseled cheeks. 

“We should go to Jimin’s live show tonight. You deserve to celebrate after all this shit that’s been going on. You down?”

You looked at Namjoon’s adorable eager eyes and nodded. “Yeah. Sounds fun”

F L A S H B A C K--

Taehyung rolled his eyes, glancing back to ensure that you and Namjoon had left. He scrolled through his phone, fastforwarding through the footage of Yoongi berating you, tying you up, and leaving you be. He chuckled as you fucked Hobi, ignoring the shock of arousal he felt at your filthy words as you let Hobi pound into you. 

“You’re really something” Taehyung mumbled with a grin. He had known Yoongi long enough to understand the way he thinks, and knew the second that Yoongi had began yelling at you that he suspected you had been hooking up with others. Taehyung had tried to protect you, he knew Yoongi would be ruthless if he found out about your sexual escapades. For this reason he was less than surprised when Yoongi called him, barking away at the top of his lungs. "Where are you, I told you to meet me?” Yoongi growled through the phone. “Where’s Y/n? She’s not at the suite. Did you take her? You fucking asshole I will fucking burn your house down”

“Yoongi. Chill. Hobi went to look for you and found her there. He broke her out and now she’s headed towards the party. Listen,” Taehyung paused, racking his mind, “There’s something I need to tell you”

“Yeah that you’re fucking in love with Y/n and have been lying to me all these years, I know”

Taehyung burst out laughing, “God, no. She’s all yours hotshot. You need to chill Yoongi, seriously. Remember that officer guy, Jin? He tried to get Y/n to fucking kill me because she thought I was gonna kill you” Taehyung chuckled. He could imagine that Yoongi was probably completely flustered by now. “She fully took that gun you gave her and tried to kill me. Thank God you took out the bullets”

“She really did that for me?” Taehyung wanted to roll his eyes at the sound of Yoongi’s excited voice. He was like a school boy who got a second glance from his first crush, Taehyung found it pathetic.

“Great. She loves you, congrats. I’m gonna disappear and keep an eye on what this Jin guy does. Apparently he’s the one who stabbed Jungkook, kidnapped Y/n and Namjoon, and got Hobi to hit Jimin with a car”

“He what? He kidnapped Y/n? Tell me where he is I’ll fucking kill him. W...why did you not tell me any of this?”

“Taehyung? Hello?”

The call ended abruptly. Taehyung’s phone clattered onto the floor, his body following behind shortly.

P R E S E N T  D A Y--

Jimin arrived at the precinct, ignoring the persistent shutters of cameras and incessant cries of paparazzi. Jimin! Your album sales are predicted to be through the roof? Do you have something you’d like to say to your fans! Jimin! Is it true that a close friend of yours was murdered on the night of your album release! Jimin! Can you tell us more about the intern at your label who you’re sleeping with?

Jimin growled, turning to the mob that followed him “I am not just sleeping with her, she’s my girlfriend. Show a little fucking respect” He took a deep breath before heading inside.

Jin sat behind the counter, a bandage on his face, grinning as he saw Jimin approach him. “Well if isn’t the killer himself”

Jimin sighed, recalling Hobi approaching him. ‘I found something that belongs to you.’  He waved his black card in his face. Jimin reached for it, but Hobi slid it back into his pocket. ‘I don’t think so. I’m gonna get every cent in this account and in exchange I’m gonna give you the name you’ve been dying to know this whole time.’ 

Jimin never checked his own accounts, he found that stuff far too boring. Taehyung would tell him if he had money or not and then he would spend it as he pleased. But after Hobi had his hands on it, he couldn’t help but see for himself, and was not surprised to see that someone had been transferring money out of his account. 

The only person who had access to the account besides him was you and Taehyung. He knew you wouldn’t steal from him, not when he would give you anything if you asked. Under the alias of V Kim, it wasn’t hard for him to put the pieces together. Taehyung had been stealing from him, for Yoongi. 

“Is it done?”

Jin nodded, “Yup, she bought it. Namjoon was kind enough to let us know that Yoongi had told him he planned on killing Taehyung anyways. Puppy kicked me in the balls so Yoongi got away though”

“We need to find him then. He needs to go to jail for this to work”

“I have a plan, okay just trust me. We know how he thinks, we just need to invade his territory and he’ll come barking like the bitch he is”

-

After a quick lunch, Namjoon suggested heading back to his place to hang out before the concert. You complained, realizing that Yoongi had all of your things. You tugged at Namjoon’s sleeve, begging him to take you shopping to which he reluctantly agreed, mumbling bitterly that he hated shopping and would rather be at the gym.

He couldn’t stay annoyed for long, especially as your bright smile returned to your face, trying on various outfits. You were excited to see Jimin again, and you wanted to look good. 

“Do you think he would like this?” You twirled around in a tight dress with puffy sleeves. Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“I think he would prefer to see you naked but sure” You blushed, pushing him playfully. “Damn you really are living the ultimate groupie fantasy huh”

“Fantasy my ass” You sighed heavily, looking through the pile of garments you had brought to the dressing room with you.

“Are you in love with him?” Namjoon asked, a genuine curiosity in his eyes through the reflection of the mirror. You trailed your hands down the smooth fabric that hugged your waist.

“Not yet” Your response was simple, but Namjoon nodded. “I think I’m gonna get this, let me go pay” Namjoon shook his head.

“No way, I got it”

“But you need money for--”

“I said I got it. Pay me back with your boyfriend’s money” He winked at you. 

-

You hadn’t realized just how much you missed the pounding vibrations of live drum beats as you followed Namjoon into the venue. Your eyes fluttered shut, basking in the sound of the music, the chatter of the crowd around you giving you a sense of serenity that you craved. 

Namjoon glanced at you, biting back a smile as you swayed your hips. To him you looked absolutely stunning, the way that the colored lights reflected off of your perfect skin. There was glitter on your eyes, and gloss on your pretty lips. He swallowed, turning away. 

He took your hand, dragging you through the dense crowd, occasionally glancing back to ensure that you were still there. Reaching the stage, Namjoon flashed his employee card at the security guards and pulled you into the door. It was far quieter here, but the loud ambiance still leaked through the walls. 

“Y/n?” Jimin was seated getting his makeup done, his eyes wide with surprise. He excused himself from the staff and headed towards you. He smiled superficially at Namjoon before wrapping his arms around you. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see my man perform” You giggled, planting a quick kiss on his lips. Namjoon gnawed on his lip before deciding to leave the two of you alone.

“Your man?” Jimin raised his eyebrows, “I like the sound of that” He pressed his caked forehead against yours. He held your face delicately, before capturing your lips again. He lifted you up into his arms, hands holding the back of your head as you latched onto his shoulders. 

His lips were hot against you, kissing you like he had been waiting all his life for this, like you were the breath of air he needed to survive. Your lashes brushed against him as you let your eyes flutter shut, losing yourself entirely in the unsolicited affection he poured into you with every move of his tender lips.

Your kiss was broken only by the familiar clicking sounds, and you felt Jimin roll his eyes as you realized that a few paparazzi had shown up. “Sorry about them” He sighed, making you giggle as you slid your hands into his. “I’ve got about” He glanced around until his eyes zeroed in a clock, “15 minutes. Bathroom?” He flashed you a naughty grin.

The next thing you knew you were being tossed against the bathroom wall as Jimin pushed his throbbing length into you, not even bothering to discard his pants. You arms lay limp over his shoulders as his palms pressed down on your hips, allowing him to drag you forward with each thrust, pushing deeper and deeper into your juicy little cunt until he his balls slapped against your ass.

“Faster Jimin, baby come on please” Your lips fell apart in gasps as he rolled his hips into you again and again. His hands trailed up your torso, grabbing your breasts before they circled around your neck. You kissed him furiously, palms on his chest. 

Jimin groaned, his face suffocating against the soft bounce of your plump breasts as you fucked yourself onto him. His hands returned to your chest, tugging at your nipples lightly before gripping your waist.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing flush against him, your fingers intertwining with his as he pushed your arms above your head. You attempted to kiss him, your movements caused you to bump against each other's teeth, to which you both smiled, before Jimin decisively flipped you over onto your stomach. 

He left a soft slap on your ass, kissing the small of your back before trailing his lips up your spine as he began to piston into you again. The wet sounds bounced off the walls as he pulled your hair up, bringing you back into his chest. He nipped at your neck, growling as pleasure consumed him with each thrust. 

He could never get tired of fucking you, your pussy took him so well, but more than that it was the look in your eyes as he whispered “I love you baby” and to which you responded. 

“I...love you too Jimin.” He came, screaming out as his cock twitched deep inside you. 

Jimin pulled you into his arms “Ugh babygirl, you’re so fucking hot. You know that baby? I always thought you were just the prettiest girl in the world” He nuzzled into your chest as you stroked his hair, loving the way his chains pressed cooly into your skin. 

“I always thought you were hot too” You giggled. “But you knew that you cocky fuck”

“Mmm yeah” Jimin gave you a goofy smile, kissing the bottom of your chin, “I know. You were at every damn show back then. Little nymph” He muffled into you again, the ticklish sensation of his hair on your neck making you giggle. 

“You saw me?” Your heart skipped a beat, thinking of all the desperate times you had convinced yourself you had looked into his eyes.

“Of course I saw you babygirl,” His breath fanned over you, making you blush, “How could I not notice such a gorgeous girl like you, pining for me constantly. I wasn’t allowed to talk to fans, otherwise I would have plugged this pretty cunt up years ago”

You sighed, “You better get going, your make-up artists are gonna kill you” Jimin chuckled, kissing your nose one last time.

“Come out with me tonight. After the show. Let’s have some fun. I wanna take you to Death Valley”

“But Jimin you can’t--”

“Yoongi can’t hurt me anymore baby, he’s gone”

-

Jungkook was a lot of things, but dumb was not one of them. He was more than happy to play along with Jin’s game if it meant another couple thousand in his bank account, but Jin had given him everything he needed to figure everything out.

Jungkook was easily able to find out where the police officer lived using his hacking skills, arriving at the ordinary looking apartment when he knew that Jin was out. Using a hairpin, he unlocked the door, creeping inside.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he found there. Jungkook’s eyes were wide with disgust as he saw pictures of you sprawled out everywhere along with a messy litter of used tissues, which Jungkook could easily assume the purpose of. He scrunched his nose, carefully stepping through the mess. 

In his room, he found half snorted lines of cocaine across the window sill, bottles of vodka empty on the floor. The thing that interested him most was the bulletin board above his desk, which had a picture of Yoongi with a knife stabbed through. Jungkook carefully sifted through the files on his desk, finding documents on Jimin, Hobi, himself, Namjoon, and Taehyung. He had written notes using a thick black market, and Jungkook scowled as he saw in large letters the word Rat scrawled across a picture of his face. There was a journal sitting idly by, and Jungkook flipped through it. 

He read with interest, trying his best to decipher Jin’s sporadic handwriting. The book fell from his hands as he arrived at the most recent page.

“Oh man holy shit”

-

You found Namjoon mingling in the front pit of the audience. You gave him an impressed wink as a girl slid her number into his back pocket. 

“Damn Joon looks like you’re getting some action tonight” You chuckled, arriving at his side. It didn’t take you long to notice the slur in his voice when he responded.

“Yeah right” The lights dimmed, goosebumps spreading on you as you heard the crowd begin to scream as a spotlight shone down on Jimin. He looked absolutely breathtaking, reminding you of all the concerts you would go to, every single time his opening set would come you would already be screaming at the top of your lungs. 

This time you smiled, his eyes finding you immediately as you blew him a kiss. The music started, band slowly building up before the first words left Jimin’s mouth.

It was the song you had helped write. A song about a girl who steals your jacket like she steals your heart. His voice was flawless, the pressure of live performance not causing him to waver as he sang straight to you. He let his blazer slide off his shoulders as the song began to end, crouching down at the front of the stage and handing it to you. He winked, and you went red.

The crowd erupted in a frenzy as he returned to the stage taking the mic in his hands. “That was a song about a girl I’ve been in love with for a long time. She makes me a better man. Her name is Y/n” Jimin sighed longingly, “I love you baby girl”

Namjoon nudged you, grinning widely. You covered your face in embarrassment, heat burning across your cheeks. Jimin proceeded to the next song, a more upbeat track that had the audience dancing along. 

Namjoon was surprised when you had told him to take you to Death Valley after the concert. Two drinks down, you were clearly enjoying yourself as you danced away in the middle of the bar. Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat as you dragged him out to the floor with you, placing your hands on his chest as you batted your lashes at him.

“Joonie, remember the last time we were here?” Namjoon chuckled, yeah I got fucking beat up. He excused himself to go do a line of coke at the bar.

As he poured the powder onto the countertop he felt someone tapping on his back urgently. “Namjoon” He turned to the familiar voice to see Jungkook looking absolutely panicked.

“Oh hey. You want?” Namjoon gestured towards the line. Jungkook shook his head frantically. “What’s wrong why are you so...jumpy? Did you do heorin again?”

“Where’s Y/n?”

Namjoon made a face, glancing back into the crowd where you continued to dance along innocently, a drunken glide to your steps. “She’s right there, why?”

“Okay. Listen to me, you need to get her out of here before--”

The sound of gunshots echoed through the room. Everyone began screaming, moving rapidly towards the exits. It was all too familiar as Namjoon scanned the crowd and you were nowhere to be seen.

“Jimin. It’s Jimin” Jungkook panted, “Jimin killed Taehyung.”

Namjoon lips fell apart, “What? Why the fuck…” Jungkook shook his head, pushing against the current of the crowd and looking around desperately. “Jungkook what’s going on?”

Jungkook pulled out his own gun, shooting it towards the back. Namjoon squinted to see Jin with a knife at your neck.

“God I really wish I just killed that motherfucker” Namjoon grunted. Jin began to chuckle as he pressed the knife into your throat. The fear in your eyes had Namjoon’s blood boiling. He wanted to tear Jin apart limb by limb. 

“Jimin!” Jin called out, his maniacal voice echoing through the now empty bar. “Come get your girl” He slit the knife deeper into your flesh. A drop of blood trailed down your skin, and Jungkook had to hold Namjoon back before he lunged at him.

“Don’t.” Jungkook snapped, “ 

“That’s enough Jin” Jimin approached them, taking your hand. “The fuck are you doing?”

Jin laughed, taking his knife and pushing it into Jimin’s side. Jimin fell to the ground.

Namjoon glanced at you as horror took over your face. 

“Namjoon you need to get Y/n and run” Jungkook muttered. “I’m gonna shoot, take her and run”

Namjoon gaped, reading the scene in front of him quickly. As soon as he heard Jungkook’s bullets he dashed to your side, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the back entrance.

Everything flashed past like a whirlwind as Namjoon pulled you into the familiar lab that Jungkook had shown you. You could hear Jin’s laughter echoing off the walls. Namjoon looked at you, attempting to give you a comforting smile. “It’s gonna be okay. We’ll get you out of here”

You nodded, holding your breath as the two of your heard footsteps approaching. “Do you have a gun?” You whispered.

Namjoon shook his head, “No. But I can kick his ass without one I promise” More gunshots were heard.

“There you are!'' Jin walked in, taking a moment to inhale the sweet scent of marijuana. His footsteps echoed off of the pale tiles, looking golden under the broken lighting “Namjoon, just hand her over to me. I don’t want to hurt you again”

“The hell is wrong with you?” Namjoon growled, shielding you with his own body. Jin let his fingers glide over the small green leafy plants that were arrayed across the lab. 

“You should have learned your lesson Namjoon. You saw what I did to you after you made her suck your tiny cock before the match” Jin smirked, holding up his gun. “Don’t make me kill you”

“Fuck off” Another gunshot was heard as Jin fell to the ground, Jungkook standing behind him, breathing heavily. He fell to his knees, and Namjoon could see blood spilling across his chest. “Go. Run. I’ll find you” He waved at the two of you frantically.

Jin groaned, rolling over with whatever strength he could conjure. He pulled a lighter from his jeans, flicking the flame on next to one of the plants and watching as it erupted in flames. 

“All of you can fucking go to hell. If I can't have her, no one can” Jin’s body went limp, the lighter remaining on, causing the floor to catch on fire through remnants of spilled chemicals. Jungkook slid onto his knees, clutching his chest.

“No. Fuck, we can’t leave him here” You screamed, running to catch Jungkook. You turned back, looking to Namjoon with desperate eyes “Joon help me, we need to get him out of here” The fire began to spread across the entire room, small explosions causing pressured canisters of chemicals to burst out in hot sparks.

Together the two of you lifted Jungkook, carrying him out and down the stairs until you made your way to the back parking lot.

“Stay here, I’ll get the car” Namjoon ordered, running with everything he had to find the vehicle. You held Jungkook close. His eyes barely open, blood staining his dark clothes.

“Jungkook, fuck, please be okay”

“Listen to me. Jimin is dangerous, okay. I know it doesn’t look like it but Jin didn’t kill Taehyung. Jimin did. He knows everything. He knows about Taehyung, Yoongi, you, all of it. He’s a greedy motherfucker just like the rest of us.”

“Shut up street rat” The two of you turned to see Jimin standing, looking quite roughed up himself. “Y/n get away from him, come here, he’s lying”

Jungkook tugged at you, “I’m not. I’m not lying” He blinked those adorable brown eyes at you. 

“He’s a fucking liar, it’s what he does best” Jimin aimed his gun at Jungkook, clicking back the safety. Your heart raced as time seemed to slow down. You did the only thing you could think of. You grabbed Jungkook’s gun and you shot at Jimin.

The bullet missed, but Jimin was too shocked by your actions to move. Namjoon pulled up in his car, helping you get Jungkook inside. 

Jimin took his phone out, “Hobi, follow them!” He growled as Namjoon stepped on the gas, and the three of you rushed off. 

You glanced in the rearview to see Hobi’s car tailing you. “Shit what do we do?” You asked Namjoon. Namjoon’s eyes flickered to the mirror briefly as he tried to think. He turned the wheel suddenly, tires screeching as the car whirled around, pushing you to the side of the door. 

You were off road now, but Hobi hadn’t followed you. You grabbed Namjoon’s bicep, breathing heavily. 

“We need to go to a hospital” You managed to get out. Namjoon nodded.

“No. Fuck, fuck no we need to run. Jimin is gonna kill us. I’ll be fine, I don’t think he stabbed anything important.” You scoffed bitterly.

“Jungkook you’re bleeding everywhere!” You reached for his hand, gripping it tightly before bringing it to your lips. Jungkook gave you a lazy smile.

“I said I won’t let them hurt you didn’t I?”

“Okay you guys can fuck later, where should I go?” Namjoon rolled his eyes.

You scrambled for your phone, “There’s a motel off the highway a few minutes ahead, just keep driving straight”

Namjoon pressed down his foot, the car rumbling over the grassy ground beneath it before they finally got back on the road. Looking behind, he sighed in relief as he found that they had lost Hobi’s tail. 

-

Jungkook’s eyes opened to the sound of shuffling. He blinked before realizing it was you tending to his wounds. 

“Oh good you’re up” You smiled, kissing him on the cheek, “How are you feeling?”

Jungkook strained to sit up. “I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt”

“Yeah because we fucking gave you opioids” Namjoon chuckled. The room was small, there were two twin beds, a chair, and the door to a bathroom next to a tiny window that allowed the early morning sun to bleed through. “You need to tell us what the fuck is going on Jungkook”

He sighed, “Jin’s...insane. I don’t even get it to be honest, I broke into his place and he had pictures of Y/n everywhere, and it looked like he wanted to kill Yoongi. I read his diary, and I was right, he was behind all of this fucking shit. Every time someone hooked up with Y/n and he found out about it he messed with them. He’s sick. The only person he didn’t hurt was Taehyung, I’m guessing you didn’t fuck him. Understandable” Jungkook chuckled to which you have a guilty glance to Namjoon, “Now Taehyung was trying to pull a coup on Jimin and Yoongi but Jimin apparently found out about it. So he killed him. Plain and simple.”

“So then why the fuck was Jin spazzing out at Death Valley? And why did Jimin even want to go to Death Valley?”

“I think they’re trying to find Yoongi. Jin really wants him dead. Jimin probably wanted to be there to piss him off if he was watching”

“But Jin has Yoongi in custody” You argued. 

Namjoon pursed his lips, “Maybe not. Yoongi could have escaped after I kicked Jin.”

The three of you fell silent.

“We need to find Yoongi” Jungkook concluded, “If we want our asses safe we need to find him and make sure Jimin doesn’t try to kill us. Maybe Y/n should go back to Jimin. She can use him and help figure that out”

Namjoon shook his head, “Absolutely not. He’s dangerous, I don’t want her anywhere near this.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, “Think about it Joon. She can go be the pretty little girlfriend, Yoongi will get fucking pissed and show up. He can take care of this for us”

“He’s right Namjoon” You pitched in. “I can do this. Let’s put an end to all this. Yoongi can come back, you can get your record deal, Jimin will go to jail, it’ll be fine”

Namjoon exchanged glanced between both you and Jungkook before letting out a frustrated huff “Fine. But I’m coming with you. Jimin has another performance tonight. Go with him there, they’ll be a ton of fucking paparazzi and maybe Yoongi will show up” He clenched his fist, “I need to go blow off some steam, I’m heading to the gym. They won’t find me there, I’ll be back soon”

You nodded, watching as Namjoon took off. Jungkook reached for his jacket, fiddling through his deep pockets before pulling out a couple pills.

“Oh I don’t think so, you’re already on some intense stuff Kook” You said, snatching the bag from his hands. Jungkook pouted at you, and you couldn’t help but fawn at his cute face.

“You can try them at least” You rolled your eyes, taking one of the bright orange pills in your palm and popping it into your mouth. Jungkook grinned.

“You looked really hot by the way. Last night.” Jungkook’s voice lowered slightly, “If I didn’t think you were about to die I would have definitely fucked you then and there”

“Yeah?” You chuckled, carefully leaning over him to kiss his lips, lingering slightly. “My hero” You giggled, running your tongue over his lips.

“Shit you’re gonna make me hard and I can’t fucking move” Jungkook chuckled, pushing you away. Your hands slid beneath his shirt, fingers dancing across his chest as you looked at him with lustful eyes. He gulped.

“You don’t have to move. I can take care of you” You pushed the fabric of his shirt up to kiss his belly. “That is...if you want”

Jungkook took a deep breath, pulling your face up to his, his large hands wrapped around your jaw. “You just cant get enough of my big dick can you baby?” He chuckled, “That’s what I get for saving your ass?”

“Oh please, you only saved my ass so you could keep tapping it” You nibbled his ear, letting your teeth graze across his lobes until he was squirming beneath you. “Can't get enough of my tight” You smacked your lips, “Wet, cunt. Can you hm?”

“Suck my cock right now” Jungkook growled, grabbing your hair and pushing you towards his twitching bulge. Your fingers were quick to trace the hem of his pants, sliding them down while Jungkook tilted his head back, groaning at the top of his lungs. You spit down on his cock, thumb rubbing your saliva all over his mushroom tip, feeling the way his length throbbed against your palm. 

You stroked him languidly, enjoying the slick sounds as his pretty cock flushed with heat. His eyes were shaking with pleasure, fingers treading through your hair as you began to tease his tip with your tongue. You lapped at it like a kitten, mewling before planting your lips against it, giving it a chaste kiss. 

“Stop fucking teasing me. I’m so hard baby fuckkk” Jungkook voice rumbled, and you were more than happy to oblige him, letting your tongue wrap around his long cock, opening your lips wide so you could sink down on him, hollowing your cheeks against his thickness as he pushed up into your throat. 

“Ohhh fuck baby” He pushed you down, cockhead down your throat as you pumped your hands across his pulsing dick. His nails dug into your skull as he thrusted into you, “Fuck fuck you feel so good babygirl. Yes yes just like that” 

You gagged, loving his sour taste as you bobbed your head up and down on his length. Jungkook whined out, bucking his hips repeatedly, eager to cum quickly. 

“Oh my god baby mm gonna cum. Mm gonna cum all over your pretty face, you want that?” He cried out, clenching his fists in your hair as you continued to pleasure him. 

You let him go with a pop, your hands replacing you and furiously stroking his length as you slapped his tip against your face. He stared at you, breathless as cum spurted out, landing all over your eyes and lips. You rubbed your face against his cock as much as you could before he gave you every last drop of his seed. Jungkook let out a heavy sigh, looking at your cummed out face.

“Gross” The two of you turned to see Namjoon rolling his eyes, “I forgot my keys, God”

Jungkook blushed, pulling your face into his chest so you could wipe off against his shirt. Namjoon left for real this time and Jungkook grabbed your phone and handed it to you. 

“Call him. Tell him where you are, do it now, if Namjoon goes with you he’s just gonna be in danger”

You knew he was right, taking your phone from his hands you dialed Jimin’s number, pressing the device to your ear as you waited patiently. “Baby” Your eyes locked onto Jungkook as he gave you a reassuring nod, “I’m so scared, you need to come get me”

“Where are you?” Jimin hissed, “I’m coming right now, don’t worry just tell me where you are. And stay the hell away from Jungkook”

“I’m at a motel, on 22nd and 3rd street.” Jimin assured you that he was on his way and to stay exactly where you were. 

Jimin picked you up in his convertible, a truck of cameras following him around like sheep. You hopped into this car where he littered your face in kisses before berating you.

“You tried to shoot me!” He growled, hands gripping the wheel as he headed back to his apartment “Y/n you cannot trust people like Jungkook okay. He’s a drug dealer, he’s utter scum. Lying, two-timing, hustling, it’s all he knows”

You knew he was wrong but you simply nodded, “Yeah. I realized that later. I’m so sorry”

Jimin pulled into the parking lot slowly, “I have another concert tonight. Do you want to come with me?”

You nodded quietly. Jimin smiled, kissing your forehead before the two of you got out of the car. “Good. Dress pretty, there’s going to be cameras” He winked at you, chuckling as you rolled your eyes. “Park Jimin’s girlfriend ooooh” He tickled your sides before lifting you up and twirling you around. You giggled, noticing the happy twinkle in his eyes. 

A nasty feeling entered your stomach as the boy led your upstairs to his place. You had all your eggs in one basket now, and you prayed it was the right one. 

-

Yoongi sat, staring into a glass of what looked like whiskey, rolling the liquid lightly in his hands. His heart twisted with an aching reminder of the way you had looked at him the previous days, eyes full of terror and disgust. 

The image of Jin fucking you was seared into his brain, much like the reminder of your name inked into his back. He couldn’t shake you even if he wanted to. You hurt him. And he couldn’t deal with it.

He thought back to his phone call with Taehyung, which ended moments before Jin barged into his room with a loaded gun, tying him up and dragging him out. He cringed internally, unable to accept how easily he had let everything fall apart like this. 

It was Taehyung’s fault. If Taehyung had just been honest with him and done what he was told, Yoongi could have cleanly murdered all of these people and you wouldn’t even question it. It’s his fault he was dead, he did this to himself.

What Yoongi couldn’t understand was who killed Taehyung, if Jin had been with him. There was something else going on here that he didn’t understand. Jimin wouldn’t kill Taehyung, he didn’t know that they were associated. Hobi and Namjoon barely even knew who Taehyung was. It didn’t make sense. 

Was it that drug dealer? Yoongi swirled his glass again, realizing now that it was in fact empty. He motioned for the bartender, who slid him another drink. He leaned back, letting his eyes fall shut, recalling the look of your beautiful smile. He wanted to run away with you. He wanted to shower you with adoration and gifts.

He was willing to give you the world, but you just wouldn’t take it. Yoongi knew deep down it must be karma. He knew what he did to you all those years ago. It ate him alive every day. He recalled with bitterness when Jimin had found him pounding into your unconscious body. It was the reason their friendship was so strange and complex. Yoongi wanted so badly to be better than Jimin, but Jimin had his own motivations.

Your face had been everywhere. All of his work notifications had been about new spotting of you and Jimin. You and Jimin. You and Jimin. He never expected Jimin to actually go for a girl like you. He gambled on it, a realization that he wished he had years ago, that you were not one to play with. He couldn’t take any risks. He had to have you.

The rockstar had been sheltered like a rare treasure, one that could combust if exposed to pur daylight. Jimin clung to Yoongi like he was a saving grace, falling hard for any lies that came from him. It was too easy to get Jimin into drugs, encouraging him to slip past his heavy security to meet Yoongi in dark alleys to share a smoke. 

In a way, Yoongi wondered if he had grown fond of the bastard. The Jimin he knew and the Jimin you were obsessed with were two very different people. His Jimin was a bratty, impulsive crybaby. When Yoongi would lose his shit, Jimin would be the calm in the eye of the storm. He would write Jimin’s songs about you, the sadness and pain he felt being away from you as though you had broken his heart. The reality was he had broken you.

Yoongi stiffened as he felt something pressing against the back of his neck. He almost spilled his drink, until he recognized the sweet scent of you. He wondered if he was hallucinating. You slid your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. He bent forward, fingers tapping against the wooden bar as though he was trying to wake himself up. You were a nightmare now, he would fall apart if he saw you.

“Go away” He slurred, head drooping down. He felt the embrace tighten, the hands on his body rising to cover his heart, stroking him on the off beats of his bruised pulse. “I hate you” A tear rolled down his cheek, “You ruined me”

“I’m sorry” You mumbled into him, “I should have believed you. I know you didn’t do it Yoongi” Yoongi swallowed thickly, tears streaming down his face. “Baby look at me” Your voice was the best sound he had ever heard. He wanted to hear you sing, die at the sound of you whispering his name just as you were now. Yoongi. Yoongi.

“Yoongi!” You snapped finally, seeing now that he was drunk out of his mind. He finally turned to face you, eyes barely open enough to register you were there. His fingers traced the outline of your face, touching your eyelids, your nose, tugging barely at your plush lips. 

“My love” He exhaled, “My princess. I’m so sorry” His thumb brushed across your cheek as he blinked out more tears. He was overwhelmed by you, your beauty, your personality, everything about you made him glow inside. 

It wasn’t till his eyes lazily landed on the bandage across your neck that it felt as though a cold bucket of water washed over him. He clutched your shoulders “Who did this to you?” 

“Jin.” Yoongi’s eyes flashed. He kissed the bandage softly before tucking your hair behind your ear. “He’s already dead” Yoongi sighed in relief, nodding before he buried his face into your chest. He inhaled deeply, a wave of comfort flushing over him through your warmth. 

“I missed you” He mumbled. You tilted his face up to yours. He looked shattered, the redness in his eyes doing nothing to hide to darkness he was feeling deep inside. He ached. He ached so bad for you, and it was clear as day.

“I know. I’m so sorry”

Yoongi watched your face carefully “Don’t leave me Y/n” He slurred, nose brushing against yours. The alcohol on his breath had you dying for a taste of his sweet bitter lips. His eyes softened, for you were his universe. Your smile was his purpose. He was your knight in shining armor, willing to do anything for you.

Your heart was pounding, and so was his, as you guys remained steady, so close, but too scared to move forward. Too hurt to just close the gap and let your bodies and souls align. 

“I love you.” You didn’t even realize you said it, because the truth came like another simple breath of air. Yoongi pulled you into his lap, hands stroking your neck as he finally began to accept that you were real. You were there in his arms.

“Then marry me” His voice trembled. He noticed you stiffen “My life is dangerous...love, you already know that. So many people want me dead...I don’t know how long I’ll last”

“Don’t say that” You buried your face into his neck, the smooth silk of his shirt cushioning your cheek. “Please don’t say stuff like that” After the day you had, you couldn’t handle the thought of Yoongi getting shot, stabbed, killed in any capacity. He was a pillar of sanity created out of utter chaos.

“I don’t have a ring, but I’ll buy you as many diamonds as you want. I’ll get you everything. You can have the world, just tell me and it’s yours” Yoongi’s lips lingered against yours, his voice a soft panic, desperate, grabbing at whatever he could. “I can’t survive without you”

“You won’t have to” You finally gave in, closing the gap between your lips to kiss him in anguish, prying to make up for lost time. Pour your apology, your remorse, your fear, anything you could feel into him. He pulled you closer, lips hot on one another as you moaned. You gripped his shirt while his hands glided up and down your lower back.

“I don’t want you touching anyone else.” Yoongi growled into your mouth. You nodded quickly, pulling him in. His taste was addictive. Everything around you seemed to fade into nothing, all there was was the two of you, and the beautiful things you were able to feel because of him. You couldn’t deny it anymore. You didn’t want anyone else.

“Only you” You assured him. He pulled away, taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart. His cheeks were flushed and so were yours, his tear stained face drying up but eyes still glossy. You slid off of his lap, tugging at his sleeve. “I want you”

Yoongi nodded, grabbing his drink and pouring the whole thing down his throat before following you. You led him to an empty longue where he sat you down, falling to his knees. 

“Yoongi?” You questioned him as he kissed the tops of your knees. He shook his head.

“You’re my princess. I’m not taking that for granted anymore. I want to make you feel good” His lips trailed up your thighs as he pushed the skirt of your dress up  above your waist, “Better than that motherfucking cop ever could”

He tugged your panties down with his teeth, pushing your knees as far apart as he could until you winced in pain. He took a moment to admire you, your pussy was exquisite, trembling all for him. He licked a stripe across your folds, savoring your sweet taste. He continued, spitting out on you, fingers digging into your knees as he looked up, tongue swirling messily around your cunt. 

“Delicious” He smacked his lips as you whimpered, “Wanna hear you baby, don’t hold back” He plunged his tongue into you, sucking softly as he pumped his tongue in out and around, ensuring to give ever crevice of you the attention it so badly craved.

He could eat you out every day. You were better than any drink he’d ever had and he wanted you to know that. He wanted you to see how far he would go to love you. He didn’t care if he was on his knees before you, a man as powerful as him, as rich as him. He would throw it all away for you. Lost in thought, his tongue fucked into you rapidly as his name echoed through the room between your gasping moans. 

“Fucking whore” Yoongi could feel your walls tighten as he mumbled into you, “Only I get to eat this pussy now. Only me. Only I get to touch you like this, right love?”

You nodded, drool collecting at the side of your lips. Yoongi groaned in approval, quickening his pace. You tried to close your legs as the sensations began to overwhelm you but you couldn’t, his grip was too strong. 

You felt your high approaching, his hot tongue buried deep in your cunt, slobbering all over you in the best possible way. Your eyes flew shut as Yoongi urged you on, pulling your cunt further into his face so his nose was pressed up against your clit. You grinded up into his face, screaming as your orgasm crashed down, your entire body trembling with hot sparks of pleasure.

“Oh my God” You gasped for air as your high sustained, Yoongi’s tongue not relenting for a second as he continued to lick you dry. You squirmed and wiggled beneath his steady grip, crying out his name in a mumbled mess like it was all you knew how to say. 

Yoongi backed away, licking your arousal from his lips and sighing heavily. Your eyes slowly fluttered open as the cold air hit between your legs. “That was so fucking good baby…” Your eyes drop to the floor where Yoongi had fallen onto his side, blood trickling from his lips. “Baby?” 

You dropped to your knees, reaching for Yoongi’s face. You checked his pulse, but nothing came. “Yoongi!” You cried, shaking his body, “Oh my God, no...no…” You reached for his phone, dialing 911.

“Hello? Help me please, he isn’t waking up!”

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a/n: again i am SORRY FOR BEING LATE. I suck. I know. Hope you enjoyed it though this seriously took all my emotional energy hahaha. Drop your theories in my asks!! what happened to yoongi? is jungkook ~bad~? on a scale of 1-100 how bad is joon simping for you? lmk your thoughts & feedback!

Smut pairs for next week are up. You know how it is, i’ll probably post early to make up for this being late.

Thanks for reading ;)

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