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Enamored|Kim Taehyung

This fanfiction contains mature themes so if you’re not 18+ please refrain from reading/interacting with this story.

Warnings: Kidnapping, being held captive, handcuffs and beings tied up, cussing, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (don’t do this irl besties), creampie, pregnancy/breeding kink, dirty talk

There’s no way that this has happened to you. These kinds of things only happened in movies and never to people in real life. Yet here you were stuck in a basement with no recollection of what made you end up here. The memories are blurring together and it doesn’t make sense. The last thing that stays prominent in your mind was you leaving your late night study session at the library since finals were coming up, but it ends there.

Your surroundings are grim right now. All you have are grey walls on all sides, no windows, dim lighting only coming from one small ceiling lamp and a mattress on the floor. It was looking bad for you right now and on top of everything else your hands are tied behind your back. Your adrenaline is in overdrive with how scared you are, but how do you even start to come up with a plan to get yourself out of here? Your thoughts were halted when you heard a door creak open. You crawled yourself into the farthest corner of the room and hoped whoever has you trapped down here doesn’t do anything rash. The steps slowly started to become louder as they descended down the stairs and once they came into your line of sight you felt your heart stop and your blood went cold.

“T-taehyung? What are you doing here? Please help me get out!” You were fervently shaking your arms and he just stood there watching you with a frown slowly spreading across his face. “Honey, why would I let you get out? I worked too hard to even get you here.” Oh. This is what had happened. This man is crazy. “Taehyung I can’t fucking stay here with you! I need to go home!.” Your anger started to bubble over and so did Taehyung’s. He wrapped his fist in your hair and made you look at him. “Honey, I’m being fucking nice right now. I did this because I care for you! I did this because I fucking love you!” As the minutes go by he stuns you more and more with his actions. How could he possibly love you? You were nothing more than his classmate in the literature class you guys mutually shared.

“Taehyung, I don’t fucking love you and I never will! Let me go right now and I won’t tell anybody. I will forget this ever happened and we can both go on with our normal lives, but please just let me leave. I'm not meant to be here.” You begged and pleaded. You were going to do anything to get him to realize that this isn’t what he should be doing. “No can do beloved. Can’t you fucking see the world is dangerous out there! I am keeping you here to keep you safe! I’m doing this for your own wellbeing and you will thank me for it soon.” He approached you and with a swift movement he cut off the rope that had you restrained. Once realizing what has been done, you bolted towards the stairs to make an escape. You made long strides, but still didn’t make it far enough as you were tackled down to the ground.

“You’re going to regret that. I was going to be courteous enough to bring you upstairs so you can have dinner with me. Now you’re going to stay down here with no dinner. When I come down here tomorrow morning you better have an apology for me.” With that he worked his way back up the stairs after giving you a dark glare to make sure you weren’t going to step out of line. You sighed and closed your eyes. You hoped, wished, and prayed that the universe would get you out of this predicament by any means possible.

That of course didn’t happen because there was nobody and nothing out there to help you anymore. Your fate with Taehyung seems to already be sealed. You’re being woken up by him stroking your hair which causes you to jolt at the foreign touch. How could you ever get used to your new life of being held captive? You had too many future goals in mind for this to end up happening.

“Good morning,beloved! I cooked you breakfast. I’ll let you come upstairs with me so we can enjoy it together!” He grabs your wrists to help you and plants a wet peck on your cheek once you’re on your feet. You grimaced and followed behind Taehyung. Once you reached upstairs you instantly salivated at the smell of the freshly cooked food that was laid in front of you at the dining table. Taehyung started to make longer strides in front of you so he could pull your chair out for you. You nodded at him to show you appreciate his actions and once you were properly seated he pushed it in for you. What you didn’t expect was him handcuffing one of your wrists to the chair. “I’m sorry honey. I have to do this because I don’t want you running off again! Oh please, I hope you understand!” He was pleading with you to understand his unhinged behavior and you gave him a small smile and nod just so he could stop with the theatrics. If he carried on, you would’ve lost your appetite and you need all the nutrition you can get if you want to continue to keep up with Taehyung and his sudden outbursts.

The two of you ate silently, but he would occasionally speak if you needed help slicing the food on your plate since you were also not trusted with a knife. It made you roll your eyes, but he probably just wanted you to rely on him so you let him indulge in his fantasy. After the both of you were done eating he cleaned up the table and washed the dishes while humming along to some kind of jazzy tune he played on his phone. “Alright beloved! Now that you’re fully fed I’ll give you a bath now!” This was now crossing the line. This man was not about to see you naked, it’s out of the question. “Taehyung, I think I’m capable enough to wash myself. I promise I won’t try and escape or anything.” You gave an awkward chuckle, but Taehyung didn’t seem to budge. “I’m going to bathe you darling, it's the least I can do for you while you’re in my care.” Before you can protest any further he takes a hold on your bicep to take you towards the bathroom. You can tell the grip isn’t to hurt you, but he’s definitely trying to assert his dominance.

He closes the bathroom door and you feel so put on the spot. He looks at you expectantly to start to strip and you turn your back to him to rid some of the nerves. You slowly start to take off the outer layers of clothing and you stand there awkwardly in just your underwear and bra. Taehyung notices that you’re uncomfortable and he starts to run the warm water to create the bath. He grabs a fruity soap from under the counter and gradually adds it in the steamy water. While his back is turned, rip off the bandaid and take off the rest of the remaining clothing. You stand there covering yourself with your arms while the goosebumps form all over. Taehyung moves out of the way so you can step in the tub and you can’t tell whether it’s the cold tile of the bathroom or his gaze that makes you shiver. Once you step in the tub the warm water instantly relaxes your muscles and you forget about most of your worries right then and there. He grabs a loofah and starts to scrub your back and your shoulders and it feels magnificent.

He places the loofah in the water and starts to massage your scalp with an also berry scented shampoo. The action makes you relax and close your eyes.You slowly start to drift off, but you’re startled awake by the feeling of Taehyung’s large hand cupped around your breast. You know you shouldn’t be enjoying this, but his touch is enchanting. You let out a soft moan as his fingers twist your nipple on the other breast. You turn around so you can kiss him while he continues to fondle you and his plush lips make your heart race. He deepened the kiss to make it as passionate as ever. It was fervent and just his kiss made you feel intoxicated. Taehyung broke the kiss so he can strip himself and join you in the bathtub. Your mouth started to water when you saw his hardened length slip from his boxers.

He climbed into the tub and picked you up so you could straddle his waist. Feeling his cock pressed up against your wet folds made you want to grind against him so you can get that friction you needed so desperately. You both were moaning between the kisses and you needed to be touched more. “T-Taehyung please. I need your fingers please!” You were a needy mess and Taehung was enamored by the sight of you panting for his touch. He obliged happily and inserted two fingers into your slick walls and it had you letting out a breathy moan. This is what you needed so desperately. You watched as his fingers pumped in and out of you at such a fast pace and the sight was going to make you cum. You felt your stomach and your cunt tightening as you met your release. “Yes, Darling. Cum on my fingers just like that! You look so good looking already so fucked out by my fingers.”

Once you were down from your high, Taehyung flipped you so you were on your hands and knees. The anticipation of having him enter you made your pusscy clench around nothing. You felt him enter you and this had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Taehyung was so long and girthy that he was hitting spots inside you that you didn’t even know where able to be hit. The sound of the skin slapping against each other and the water splashing around in the tub was overstimulating your senses and you were about to cum again. You could just feel how powerful this orgasm was going to be and it had you clenching so hard and your legs shaking. Your arms were about to give out on you. You felt Taehyung’s thrusts get wild and lose their rhythm and that’s how you know that he’s about to cum. “Fuck your cunt just sucks me in and takes my cock so well. It’s like your tight pussy wants all my cum you greedy little thing. You want to get pregnant with all my warm cum huh? That sound good to you?” You nodded deliriously and you let out a loud moan when he buried himself deep inside you to release his cum. Once his breath was evened out he removed himself from inside you and cradled you in his arms. He planted a couple kisses on your forehead and looked at you with admiration. “I can’t wait to have you in my life forever.”

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✂ Pairing: Yandere! Mafia! Kim Taehyung x Female! Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,6k+

✂ Warnings: Murder, implied violence, kidnapping, blood

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Black Necrosis | Teaser

Kim Taehyung, an arts teacher, and Juniper Carna, an orphan, are the reincarnations of the death god in a society that Death has abandoned. In an ancient church, they delve into their abilities to destroy. As time progresses, their experiments get more and more twisted, and eventually, they come to realization that they don’t control death, death controls them. Life takes a twist, the community turns.

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⤷pairing: Taehyung x OC

⤷word count: 405

⤷genre: Dystopian AU / Yandere AU / Immortal/Reincarnation AU / Death God AU

⤷warnings: slight references to sex, mention of drugs

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Her eyes swept over the strings and her fingers traced each nut, screw, upended molding of the ancient thing. The electric guitar was worn matte, buffed by too many fingertips, cool and waiting—a great beast of sound about to be awakened.

“I need to remember,” she whispered, and plunged in without another word, fingers dancing over fingerboard. Once she had started seeing the notes in her mind, when muscle memory had her eyes closing and fingers strumming at those familiar arpeggios, she began.

The piece was sorrowful, it was wild and complex, dancing with darkness and the slight shivery feeling at the bottom of your spine, but also, lovely. It burst with a velvet tread, cyanide and belladonna snaking through veins-then painful, painful, a reminder: beauty is deadly (or is death beautiful?). 

She messed with distortion, hitting buttons on the pedal and raised the guitar neck up, body arched in all-encompassing feeling. She felt it- the pulse of booming, reverbed noise now a second heartbeat to her soul. And perhaps that was why she remembered the exact day 13 years ago, clicking a cassette tape into a machine, listening to a scratchy melody on the dusty thing her mother used while whoring, roleplaying the popstar celebrity of the millennia before. Perhaps it was why she snuck up to the hidden library door most nights, pressing letters on the typer of the ancient computer device, drawing up records of how to play the entrancing song. Up and up it built, the sound breaking from the red-glazed wood, like the piper-song of a god, until Taehyung drifted over to stand beside the instrument, until she whispered to her lover, “Now,” and the crescendo ripped into the world, chord after chord after chord.

It seemed to say: Remember the nights of blackened flowers, charred flesh, the black necrosis that stems from her hands, a heat fucked chaos between legs, their heads, our teeth, withering, expanding- growing. The music tugged and swirled around them, roaring through the emptiness of the amphitheater. The hollow silence that had been inside her for so many months now pulsed with a haunting sound. She brought the piece back home, softer, softer, softer, until the last chord was a barely-whispered remembrance of this art of ruination.

When June finally looked up, crying softly, Taehyung’s eyes were glimmering, his jaw clenched.

He wanted to stay, to ask her “June, June, June- show me, show me how you did that”.

But footsteps sounded in the distance, and again they traded their scars for underground tunnels and fled from the promises of a bittersweet salvation. Drowning, drowning, in music, in art, in sweetness, in darkness, all so bitter, drenched in desire.

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Ｔｙｐｅｓ ｏｆ Ｙａｎｄｅｒｅｓ ＢＴＳ Ｗｏｕｌｄ Ｂｅ

Synopsis - Pretty simple, a set of hcs describing BTS and their tendencies as Yanderes

Warnings - Acts of violence, branding, mentions of kidnapping, Literal murder.

Authors Note - I'm going to be constantly filling my queue with headcanons just to keep you guys fed with more content, most of it will be fandoms I want to write for yet don't really have the time for a full fledged fic

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Jin - Delusional

He will actively treat you as if you'd been together for years

Somewhere deep in his mind he knows that you two are not actually together but why would he face that reality when he could just change his own

Slowly as time progresses and he has you stuck in his clutches he's going to drive you to the point of believing the fantasy he's been living

When Jin kills he makes up some excuse that's he'd had in his head, like a guy you'd known for a while the entire time was stalking you and waiting for the perfect moment to kill you! He swears!

He'll begin change memories and things you for sure know about yourself

It's all in a futile attempt to change his reality to be yours as well

Namjoon - Overprotective

Joon will go to war over you

If anyone dares to touch you he's instantly onto them, attacking, yet he picks his fights well

Being connected to money knows men in both high and low places, willing to do anything for a buck

Joon will never get his hands dirty messing with shit like that. He's too busy pampering and protecting you to worry. Unless it's a instant thing that he can't wait to maliciously organize. He will take that risk to make you safer

Yet his overprotection is smothering, he'll lock you away and make you believe that your in danger 24/7

The world is dangerous and under his care you'll be safe and loved!

Yoongi - Possessive

He loves making the world aware of how yours his and his only

You belong to Yoongi.

He'll show that possession based on how you act, be good and he'll leave a few hickeys and what not, nothing too big of a deal

Yet act out of line and that turns into more permanent means such as tattoos, which he will gladly pay for

This possessive side of him also comes out when it comes to the people you surround yourself with,Yoongi often picking your “bad” friends off one by one claiming that he knows what's best for you

In the end your utterly alone, Yoongi controlling every aspect of your social life, always seemingly upping the stakes everytime you act out of line

Hoseok - Clingy

He can't live without you

So anytime you get iffy and are about to leave he makes threats to not harm you but harm himself keeping you trapped in this perpetual loop of not leaving him out of pity for him

This man will spend every second with our and if he doesn't he swears he's dying

If you aren't living together, he will blow up your phone 24/7 and even a couple of minutes late he goes into a frenzy and blows up your phone even more, then using that as an excuse to come over

Once he sees that your fine he just kind of stays there not wanting to leave, and he will find the smallest task to do in your house

When it comes to him actually taking out people he sees as bad for you, he does that in complete secrecy. He didn't want to scare you away

The one thing about him is that he rarely gets mad because by him getting mad he can scare you away and why would he ever want that

Jimin - Manipulative

Jimin can lie like a mf.

He's probably done it straight from the start, using his persuasion to make himself more appealing to him

The worst part is that Jimin remembers his lies, so he keeps up with what's he's told you and what he hasn't

A prime example is that he's told you that Wednesday nights he gets busy with hanging out with his friends, a form of designated him time. That was a cover up only used once while he killed a perv that came on to you constantly at work, but Jimin kept this up always leaving Wednesday nights, having that be some sort of allotted time for him to get his anger out and fuck up anyone who fucks with you

He's also always painted others a villian when you find out about some of the things he'd been doing, like telling your friends off and demanding for them to leave you alone

Hed claim that they'd hurt him or were planning to hurt him, and how could you say he was wrong, he was the most honest man you met your entire life

If you only knew how often he'd been lying just to keep you around

Taehyung - Obsessive

He has a shrine. That's right a shrine.

That's how obsessed Taehyung is.

His shrine is filled with little things he's kept as a form of remembrance to you. Like a strand of your hair or a pair of your panties he'd kept after snooping around in your room

And he will not let up his obsessive stalking and spying when you eventually decide to get with him and be official

When it comes to murder he has no qualms with doing it, plus he can just keep on hiding and hiding it

He just hides it better, and most his behavior is seen as romantic to you since well, you are a couple

He just doesn't know how to act in a relationship… right?

Jungkook - Self Indulgent

Literally everything he does with you or too you is for his own gain

Being with you, all apart of his own gain. Not only are you attractive but you will stay with him no matter what he does out of fear! That's perfect for him

He's a creepy dude, and won't shame you for thinking that, he's powerful too. His status just speaks for itself

Even when he kills for you, he makes sure that he gets some gain from it too, without that gain for the both of your or the couple as a whole, why would he even worry about it

Datura: Prologue

Warning: The following story contains mentions of suicide, depression, anxiety, manipulation, abuse, and vivid descriptions of abusive acts. The behavior and mindset of the characters in this series will be incredibly yandere and toxic. This is a work of fiction and doesn’t represent the character of bangtan sonyeondan. Enjoy ~~~

           “You once swore to me that whenever I asked you for a simple favor, you would do it. No questions asked. No hesitation, remember?” Jimin stood towards the edge of the bed staring at you with a lack of emotions you had never witnessed before. His dark eyes merely pools of emptiness. No remorse. Nothing. “You won’t break that promise now will you, baby?” His voice was so soft and sweet, as it always was and you knew that man would kill you and do it with the prettiest of words. As tears rolled down your face and you choked back a sob, you shook your head.

           “That’s a good girl. See that is why you are our favorite [y/n]. You always do what you’re told.” Taehyung’s mellow tone calmed your heart despite the current situation. There was a warning, a double meaning, in his words and you did not miss it. If you lost their favor, you were just like everybody else: useless, worthless, a waste of space. Jimin walked towards you with the delicacy of a dancer, his steps to light it almost looked like he was hovering. The way an angel might, but he wasn’t one. His lips brushed against yours as if reminding to remind you of why you were doing this. Why you had agreed to all this in the first place. They were both waiting for you to speak, to allow them to proceed with this inhumane ritual. All you could do was nod lightly, so as to not allow the uncontrollable sobs to break free from the cage that was your mouth. It was all the confirmation they needed.

           “Let’s begin.”

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Daffodil dreams✾yandere!kth

PART ONE. | RP with  🍁anon | Header by:  🍁anon ♡ ▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Murder suspect!Yandere!Taehyung x Therapist!F ▎  word count: 16.8k ▎ warnings: mental illness, mentions of murder, hand fetish, oral, forceful facefucking, dubcon themes, sadistic/manipulative/possessive!Tae, masochistic!therapist, mentions of medication for mental illness, cursing, degrading dirtytalk, rough smut, unprotected sex.

‘’Taehyung, you didn’t lose control. You chose to control me instead…“ And he damn well took sick pleasure from the crazed look in his eyes.

“I’m not bad.” He convinced himself of this. He wasn’t a bad person. He wasn’t the person in the case files. That was somebody else inside of him.

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nephilim (un)

you know where the cred goes 💙

cult au, supernatural au

yandere! ot7 x f! reader

warnings: yandere themes, violent behavior

the mysterious, age old town of ichabod. within it rests a history hidden from its inhabitants, who are forced to remain there out of fear. you simply wish to live in this town with the people you love without facing its wrath for as long as you can. unfortunately for you, there are great powers on your side who are willing to do whatever it takes to get you. whether you come willingly or not. after all, it only takes a little hellfire

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“Come along now, (Y/N).” Your mother’s grip on your wrist tightened as she all but threw you in front of her. You nearly twisted your ankle on the twigs and tree roots that outlined the forest floor. “We are late enough as it is.” 

You huffed and tore your wrist from your mother’s hand to hike up the long, white dress you wore. “Good. I wish we didn’t have to trek out here in the middle of the night every month. Maybe we’ll miss the gathering entirely.”

She smacked your arm harshly. “Not another word from you, smart mouth.” Your mother dressed similarly, the only difference being that her ivory dress paled considerably compared to yours in the moonlight. “We’ve been attending for years. I highly doubt that such a change would be allowed, much less appreciated.”

You shivered at the thought. No matter how much you resented these meetings, you wouldn’t dare miss a summoning.

You stayed quiet for ten more minutes, taking in the rustling of the forest and focusing your efforts on avoiding sharp rocks underfoot. 

Trees rested on either side of you, lining your path and blocking out any natural light with their twisting, sneaking branches. It took all of your effort to ignore the oppressive silence, broken every so often by the snapping of a trig or the movement of some animal, cloaked by shadows in the dark.

Soon enough, you and your mother reached the clearing.

She pulled you back just as you were about to step into the moonlight, throwing a dark cloak in your face. “Are you mad? Put it on!”

You smiled abashedly and threw the material on. The hood was so long it cast a shadow over the lower half of your face but was wide enough for you to see.

Your mother finished arranging her hood and the two of you stepped into the clearing, joining with the last of the circle of cloaked shadows.

The moon shone brightly without the cover of the forest giving your surroundings an ethereal facade. A wooden stage lay at the very middle of the clearing, upon which stood your small town’s resident royalty.

The Kims. 

They were the ruling force of the town, the husband being the mayor, the wife a successful actress. They both settled down in Ichabod twenty-five years ago with their children. What had once been a town amuck with violence and chaos was transformed into a prosperous, well-functioning borough.

How the Kims managed to transform the area nearly overnight, few knew. They have run your city for nearly three decades. And everyone in it is terrified to cross their path.

Directly behind them stood their seven adopted sons, faces shrouded by hoods and masks. You didn’t know too much about them besides their names and faces; five of them currently attended your school and you made sure to give them a wide berth, being as polite as possible.

Kim Moonsik raised his left arm, twisting his wrist in a full circle. He then pointed his hand at the sky, gently lowering his pinky and middle fingers. “Greetings to the moon from her earthly servants.”

You lifted your forearm with everyone else, copied the gesture, and repeated the phrase quietly with disinterest.

“I thank you all for coming on such short notice.” He continued. “As another month commences, we have the pleasure of standing before you all. The moon has graced us with her everlasting beauty and prosperity rains down upon our small town, just as it has for decades before.”

This is usually the part where you would start drifting off. Kim Moonsik could drove on with his speech about the moon for far too long.

About what felt like an hour but was approximately fifteen minutes later, Mr. Kim trailed off and the forest became so silent, you hushed your thoughts in fear of thinking too loud.

The oppressive feeling in the air returned full force and you shivered underneath the warmth of your cloak as Mr. Kim eyed each and every person attending. He was not able to directly see your face, but you felt like the man was staring into your soul.

“Regrettably,” He said, clasping his hands together, “we are not able to part tonight without the moon’s divine punishment.”

Ah, you thought. There it is.

The reason your heart pounds at every one of these meetings. 

All you wanted to do was be that half-asleep little girl again, clutched in your mother’s arms as she trudged her way here every month. 

“Wylynne has decreed that there are sinners in our midst.” Mr. Kim says it quietly, but the gravity in his words travel.

And with a mighty roar, the pyre behind the wooden stage was lit with orange flames. 

The crowd stood in silence, waiting for the dreadful sound. You quaked in the dirt. Would it be you this time? 

But by the grace of the moon, no. 

The telltale, piercing shriek came from the right side of the crowd. Citizens rushed to get away from the teenager cradled in her parents’ arms. The mother could not let go of her daughter, heavily sobbing as the child clutched her head and continued to scream. Her hood had fallen off and your eyes widened as you recognized her.

Natalia Pierre. The two of you had had some awful confrontation a few months ago. Nevertheless, the resident embers of anger could not stop the overwhelming pity you felt as the Kims’ men ripped her away from her parents.

“Please!” She cried as they forced her to her knees before the mayor. Not that she wasn’t already bent over, riddled with pain. “Knives-the knives won’t stop, please get them out!”

Kim Moonsik lay his hand on her shoulder. “Do not worry, my child. You will soon join Wylynne’s heavenly army. May your failures be a lesson, victories a reward, and may your soul live on with the moon forever.”

“May your soul live on with the moon forever.” You whispered the last phrase with everyone else, ignoring the tear that made its way down your cheek. 

Before Natalia could say another word, her screams were cut short as her body was engulfed in purple fire.

It only took a second. Within minutes, her cloak, dress, bones, and ashes were gone. She hadn’t even scorched the grass. You could almost believe you’d dreamed it if her father wasn’t kneeling next to her writhing mother in the dirt.

Mr. Kim smiled gracefully, a sight that reminded you of the grim reaper with the shadow on his face. “To her heavenly grace, the moon, may she travel. To my fellow citizens of Ichabod, I bid goodnight.”

The orange flame behind the stage was doused. You, your mother, and the crowd bowed your heads as you wished goodnight to the Kims. It was only when the last son had left the clearing did anyone else begin moving.

You clutched your mother’s hand all the way home.

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SEX FOR HOMEWORK

synopsis. he chuckles at how wet you are, how sensitive you are. “you’re so cute, class president, acting like you don’t like what i’m doing to you.”

pairing. yandere!taehyung x f!reader

genre. high school au! (legal age). rich kid!jock!taehyung. class president!virgin!reader.

word count. 3.4k

warnings. NONCON SMUT (fingering/foreplay, more smut in later parts). noncon touching. blackmailing. degredation. sex in a public area (aka the classroom). forced begging. bondage. hair pulling. yandere themes. taehyung’s flirty and mean but we like it that way yk. 

part (1) of the SCHOOL F*CKING SUCKS! series.

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of course you had to be paired with him. 

it seemed like your history teacher loved throwing challenges your way, ending the grading period with a project and purposefully pairing you with kim taehyung. rich, egotistical, class clown, kim taehyung. of course it’s logical to put the class president with him, the class president who has to deal with his daily teasing and flirty comments. of course.

and of course, he’s thirty minutes late. 

it’s long past the end of the school day and the classroom is empty. the teacher trusted the two of you (okay, mainly only you) to lock up her class after borrowing it, though taehyung happily snatched the keys and said that he’ll keep them so you won’t have to worry about losing them (and for that reason, you worried even more). you sit at your desk in the front row, scowl growing bigger and bigger with each tick of the ugly clock. you try not to pay too much attention to it, constantly refocusing on the clicking of your laptop as you type away at the keyboard. you’re beyond irritated; you have two tests, an essay due, and a student council meeting tomorrow. jimin assigned you to do some research, and if you didn’t get that done, you’d surely let him down (even though he’d hide his dissapointment with a smile). you scream in your head at the thought. blame it on kim taehyung, you think, who’s still not here thirty-three minutes after the promised time. 

“class! president!”

thirty-four.

you don’t look back to him, just continue to watch the words form on the document of your screen, fingers never slowing one bit. you hear the door slide shut and click, and his pricey shoes tap at the floor as he walks closer. “sorry, had something to do,” he says, his low voice echoing off the walls. you can tell that he’s got on a friendly box-like smile that borders on sheepish; the same one that he would give when he asked his teacher to forgive him for being reckless with his devious pranks, or when he told his group members that he forgot to do his part of the assignment. “ran here knowing that you’d be waiting for me, my beautiful class president.”

“what could you possibly be doing for thirty four minutes,” you ask (it’s not really a question; it’s more of a statement that emphasizes your annoyance). you ignore his remark. it’s something you’re used to.

he laughs, as your attitude is something he’s used to as well. “because i’d like to preserve my reputation, i’ll give you the grace of not knowing.” 

he’s in front of your desk now. your eyes look up at him, observing any hints that could possibly give you an idea of what was so important that he had to waste your time. but he looks normal. normal, as in his handsome self; perfectly messy black hair, beautiful eyes, honey skin that’s tan from baseball practices. his crisp school uniform wraps his tall figure, and his blazer is casually unbuttoned (unlike yours). his loose tie could be done better, but you weren’t going to fix it for him. you accidentally glance at his crotch that’s eye level with you.

“want a picture so it’ll last?”

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, then you narrow your eyes when taehyung gives a wink. “just get started already,” you grumble with an eye roll, “we only have forty-five minutes left since someone ditched on the first half hour.”

he clasps his hands together like a prayer and squeezes his eyes shut, pouting, “awe, i’m sorry! really, it won’t happen again!”

“there won’t be an ‘again’. just get the poster paper at the front, taehyung.”

he sends you an overdramatic salute and sets his backpack down, then walks to grab at the stack of posters under the chalkboard. 

“i’m almost finished with the research, we just have to transfer all the information onto the poster. and all the printed images are in my folder. and don’t forget that this has to all be in pen, taehyung, so…”

your voice trails off when he puts the poster on the large desk at the front of the room before slumping onto the teacher’s chair. it’s a cushioned rolling one, and it seems relaxing to sit in, unlike your stiff student seat (you can tell by the way he leans back with a sigh). 

you stare at him. “… what are you doing?”

“hm? oh, i’m sitting down.”

“no,” you say, frustrated, “you’re not supposed to be sitting at mrs. yoo’s desk… you know she doesn’t like that.” he should know, cause he’s been scolded too many times to be oblivious.

taehyung scoffs and puts his hands up in a shrug. “she’s not here. it’s just the two of us.” his palms go to rest at the back of his head. he looks far too comfortable. might as well kick his feet up. “and this is the only desk that’s large enough to put the paper on. it’s not our fault that yoo’s a nit-picky teacher.” your lips purse into a firm line at taehyung calling mrs. yoo informally. he swivels around like a bored child waiting for ice cream. when he notices you not following, he motions for you to come. “thought we were working together, no?”

it’s your turn to scoff. “the fact that i already did seventy-five percent of the work should give you an answer.” 

you clearly want to stay in your seat, but after he complains some more about how nice the chair feels and how far away you are, you internally groan and stand up. there’s another smile on his face, but it’s one of satisfaction; one that appears when mrs. yoo gives in to his pleading (because no teacher would want to scold taehyung, whose family is practically a breathing bank for the administration), or when his classmates timidly accept his apologies. you grab your laptop and your bag as you walk to the large desk, pulling a chair with you along the way. then, you plop down on the (still rather stiff) seat, patting your almost knee-length skirt and continuing, “i shared the document with you, so you can start copying it down on the poster.” you open your laptop.

he doesn’t move, only looks down at your skirt with an amused stare. you glare at him. “taehyung, we really need to-”

“you wanna sit on my lap?”

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life away from the kims resumed as normal and you warily readjusted to the boys’ presence in your life. although you gained their company, you also gained a new enemy. you should take extra care not to forget your place, as internal and external forces are constantly at work. the question is: do they work in or against your favor? the hours wind on, and strange occurrences only get stranger. after all, ichabod is most awake in the dark.

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In your dream, you saw Jimin, but he was not the same person that you had met earlier that day. 

He stood atop Ichabod Chapel, combing through his black hair with his hand and looking down at you with brown eyes. But rather than the warm, twinkling eyes you recognized, his glistened in the moonlight, cold and hardened like topaz. 

Despite the distance, you somehow managed to see him clearly. You could see his smile, warm and affectionate, completely unlike the gaze in his eyes. He looked as though he couldn’t care less about what was happening around him–his sole focus was on you.

He was dressed in pitch black clothes from head to toe, which were soaked in some foreign substance.

 The clothes clung to him in a way that should have been uncomfortable, but he looked as though he couldn’t be bothered to change. In fact, he looked as though he relished in the substance.

Strangest of all were the magnificent black wings that rested on his back, curving their way through the shadows to reach up toward the night sky.

You eyes shot open as you woke with a start. It was still early, early enough that you could have gotten an extra hour or so of sleep, but you decided to just stay awake. Your dream had been much too unsettling…

You played around on your phone, internally debating your response to Jimin before typing something and sending it.

That’s so kind of you. I’m glad we met as well :)

You heard your mother’s knock on the door some time later. With a sigh, you lifted yourself from the warmth and safety of your sheets, getting prepared to brave the day.

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The moment you entered the upperclassmen building, you were yanked to the side and pulled into an empty classroom. You looked up in alarm but relaxed when you saw who it was.

Mana gripped you with something akin to fear, glancing around suspiciously to make sure the coast was clear. Once they were satisfied, they closed the door and hugged you tightly. “(Y/N), you whore! You have no idea how worried I was. How dare you not text me last night? How long did you spend over there? What happened?”

You smiled at your best friend’s antics, their overprotectiveness chipping away at your lingering unease from this morning. 

You recounted your experience at the Kim household, telling them about the beautiful, secluded home in the woods, the brothers’ actions, their graceful talent of a mother, and the demanding presence of their father.

“Honestly, I was a little scared.” you recounted, sliding your bag off your shoulder. “There were so many things to be wary of, but I just spent the whole evening being as polite as possible.” 

They nodded along, engrossed in your story.

“Mayor Kim is seriously intimidating, and Mrs. Kim read my fortune—said something about power and being careful of the people around me–and the library, Mana, you would have loved it-”

“Hold on, girl! Back up.” Mana interrupted. “The mayor’s wife said what?”

“Oh,” you slowed down. “Mrs. Kim touched my palm and said I held a lot of wisdom and power, I guess within me, and that I should be wary of those around me because they may try to take it.”

They gave you a pointed look. “I knew it. The second I saw Jimin look at the empty seat next to you from the front of the classroom, I got a bad feeling. To think the warning would come from his own mother…”

“What does that mean?” You asked, furrowing your brows.

“I think you should just continue to be wary of the Kims…” Mana murmured, crossing their arms. “I know we always play it safe, but the closer to them you get, the more peril you’ll be in.”

You sat down in an empty chair. The possibilities for being hurt in this town were certainly far from rare, after all. But for them to claim the brothers would try to hurt you, even though you did nothing to provoke them…?

“Mana, do you think they might try to do something to me?”

They shrugged. “I’ve said what I felt I needed to say.”

“But steal my ‘power’?” You held up two fingers and scrunched them for air quotations. “What could the most influential people in town possibly want with me or my supposed power? What would they even do with it?”

What power do I have?

Mana looked at you concernedly while you pondered your own question.

Power? To you, it was overrated. Power was nothing but an elite show of force, all over the world but especially in this town. It was used and lorded over others, and ripped families apart. You did not consider yourself very powerful. 

You remembered your obedience toward Mr. Kim in spite of your fear and suspicion, and the way you had to rub your mother’s back as she heaved up everything she ate on the side of the road after leaving their house.

Yeah…power was currently far from your grasp.

You shrugged. You were going to follow Mrs. Kim’s warning either way; after all, nothing good came of being too expressive or open in this town.

Mana turned away from you as you both heard the bell ring for the fifteen minute warning. You picked up your bag as they led the way out the door and up the stairs toward your classroom.

When you stepped into the door, you glimpsed Jimin sitting at his desk with a disturbed frown on his face. The moment he met eyes with you, however, he was all smiles.

“(Y/N)!”

You walked down the other side of the aisle and sat in your seat, turning toward him with a smile. “Morning, Jimin.”

“Good morning! Thanks for replying to my text! How was your rest? I hope you got much more sleep than yesterday night.” His eyes wouldn’t move away from yours, all big and awestruck like a puppy’s.

You nodded. “Of course! Thanks for worrying, though. You didn’t have to.”

“Of course I did. I’ll always be concerned for your safety and well-being, (Y/N). If you feel like you ever need somewhere to go or someone to confide in, feel free to reach out to me, okay?” 

His tone turned strangely serious in comparison to how he greeted you moments before, you thought. Still, you gave him a small smile. 

“Sure, Jimin. I really appreciate your concern and the offer…”

He beamed and nodded, turning to give his greetings to Mana, who seemed surprise that they were being spoken to at all. As they conversed, you reached into your bag and pulled out your materials for the morning lesson.

“Did you end up choosing a mythological creature for your project yet?” Jimin asked.

Their mouth twitched upward. “My partner and I decided to research nymphs…I don’t know too much about them, he pretty much chose our project topic.”

They reached over and ruffled your hair. “You lucked out with (Y/N) here, she really knows her stuff.”

You scoffed and swatted their hand away from your head. “You mean I lucked out by not being partnered with your lazy self? You’re absolutely right.”

Jimin watched the two of you bicker back and forth, fighting the urge to smile.

The teacher entered the room, placing her materials on her desk. You and your peers silenced as you prepared yourself for the long day of classes.

Right here, surrounded by your community, your classmates, and your best friend…yes, this was the time where you felt the most normal. 

Deep down, you knew you wanted to leave Ichabod–without a doubt. But you feared the outside world all the same. 

The people outside wouldn’t be able to understand the things you had went through. They would giggle away your paranoia and reassure you of your safety, having no perception of the actual dangers you faced. 

They didn’t know the things that could set you off, the things that the people around you could understand with the simple exchange of a glance.

But you quieted the thoughts of your precarious future as the teacher began her lesson, falling into the routine once more.

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Before the Kims even stepped foot into town, it was the Augustuses who ruled Ichabod with an iron fist. Their family came from old money. They had lived here for generations upon generations, their stature being crucial to the survival of the town. They oversaw the law enforcement of Ichabod. 

Nearly thirty years ago, when the town was still overrun with violence, miscreants, and chaos, the Augustuses did nothing to keep the peace. They sat from their high horse with other prominent families and watched the middle and lower classes struggle.

The then-head of the family, Rufus Augustus, was especially known for ignoring his duties.

Then Kim Moonsik stepped into town and established his position as mayor and, more importantly, as a servant of the divine Wylynne.

Once he saw how poorly Rufus acted, he fought to remove him from his position.

The man was too proud, too unwilling to give his position and title up to this “holy”, foreign newcomer. 

Mayor Kim had wanted to execute Rufus. It was his son, Aloysius, who had gotten down on both knees and begged for his safety. 

Two months later, both Rufus and his wife were sent to Wylynne as divine warriors, leaving the new head and his family to take his place.

The Augustus family were now the Kims’ right hand men: their enforcers and watchful guards within the walls of their kingdom.

The current head, Aloysius, was the chief of police, his wife, Domitia, a commander of her own squad.

Their daughter was Kim Namjoon’s aide, the vice president of the student body.

While the majority of the citizens of Ichabod feared the Kims, there were those select few who would cross the line between fear and respect. These subjects knew well enough to keep their distance away from that dangerous family, but revered them with an eery obsession.

Aemilia Augustus was one of those select few.

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undoubtedly, the boys have opened their arms and hearts to you. but have you done the same? life has only gotten more stressful for you, and the closer you find yourself getting to them, the more you feel as though you are changing, and the more you push yourself away. you refuse to break. never forget: one’s hubris could be their hamartia. forge your lonely path with conviction. after all, it may not be yours for much longer. the victor or the fallen–exactly who is it that stands to lose the most?

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For a long time now, you had feared that your relatively peaceful days in Ichabod were coming to an end, and recent events only further proved your point. 

Mana’s forewarning carried its weight well, as Aemilia seemed dead set on making an enemy of you. She went from hardly acknowledging your existence to cursing it. 

She would never lift a finger to do her dirty work, oh no, for how could the delicate Augustus princess stoop so low as to take the garbage out herself?

No, she used her puppets Brooklyn, Constance, and whoever else she managed to sink her claws into in the student body to torment you. 

They tripped you in the halls, stole your belongings, and essentially made it difficult for you to bleed into the background like you used to.

Luckily for you, you happened to gain some formidable allies.

Mana was there to tell Aemilia’s lackeys to back down, and they wouldn’t dare approach you with Jimin around. And he happened to be around more often than not, strangely enough.

The three of you managed to form a strange alliance during this time. Your best friend was still extremely cautious around Jimin and his siblings, as were you, but they had gotten somewhat closer, which made you glad. You didn’t want to be the bridge between them, as you thought that would be tiring and more than you could already handle. 

Still, the two were only human. They wouldn’t always be there to defend you. Nevertheless, you were quite capable of defending yourself. 

You didn’t give Aemilia the satisfaction of breaking under her pressure. You held your head up high despite the amounts of rumors flying around the school about you, even if they made you want to split your own skull open. 

The student body, in part, was divided. Half of them wanted nothing to do with you, considering how you were associated with both the Augustuses and the Kims. They were wary of your actions, claiming you were steps away from meeting Wylynne herself. 

The other half whispered about how tired they were of Aemilia’s antics and tantrums, given that this was not the first time she had behaved like this toward another student. 

Two weeks passed by, and neither you nor Aemilia was giving in. The strawberry blonde was beside herself, and so were her poor friends. Every day that she failed to teach you a lesson was another day she went raving mad in private.

Soon enough, her patience would snap. She would find herself going over the tipping point, but the question remains: Who would stand to lose the most when she got there?

It was another stressful day for you at Ichabod Academy as you sat in your lively homeroom. 

Mana rested on your desk, laying their head on their arms. You figured they would be uncomfortable, considering the way their body was twisted around in their seat, but your friend was drifting off without a care in the world. 

You slumped in your chair, looking every bit as done with life as you had recently felt. There was so much you had to be on the lookout for, and today was no different. 

You blinked tiredly and looked at your best friend. You then decided to lay your head on top of Mana’s, who did nothing more than let out a grunt, and closed your eyes in an attempt to get some rest as well.

When Jimin returned from the restroom, he internally cooed at the sight. 

Your head started rocking back and forth as it tilted dangerously on top of Mana’s. Ensuring he wouldn’t wake you, the boy sat you up and leaned your body on him so that your head was resting on his shoulder. 

He smiled down at you in relief. Your classmates took note of his treatment and started to whisper about the two of you, but one look from him and the room quieted.

Unfortunately for you, the peace was short lived. There was a loud crackling over the intercom that shook both you and Mana awake. 

They sat up and glared at their surroundings in annoyance. You opened your eyes in a flash, desperately hoping it wasn’t your first period teacher. 

“Don’t worry, Ms. Diivi isn’t here yet.” Jimin reassured you. “It was just the intercom.”

You nodded in thanks and covered your yawn with the back of your hand.

There was some more crackling and finally, your principal began to speak. 

“Good afternoon, students. I apologize for the interruption, but this is urgent.  Constance Pierre is to report to the principal’s office immediately. I repeat, Constance Pierre to the principal’s office. Thank you for your attention, and please continue about your day.”

You squinted in confusion. 

Constance has never been called to the principal’s office before in her entire life. Even when she was causing trouble for you and other students, the teachers paid no mind and others were too afraid to report her. What could have happened?

The sound of feet pounding against the floor got closer and closer until you could hear it outside your classroom door. A blonde blur passed the room, disappearing as fast as it had come.

“Pierre…why does that name sound familiar?” You murmured to yourself.

“It’s the name of the freshman that went missing.” Mana said as they stretched. “Chance Pierre, I think.”

Your eyes widened in understanding.

“He was-is Constance’s little brother.” They corrected their statement.

Jimin glanced at your shocked expression and suppressed a dry laugh.

Quite frankly, he could care less about the Pierre family. Constance has been nothing but a nuisance to him and his brother.

He’d been willing to overlook the rumors of how annoyingly outstanding and clever the freshman was because he knew his little brother would always be better. 

But after the blonde went so far as to start pestering you, he used the information he’d gathered against Chance in its opportune moment. And he had no regrets.

You snuck a peek at Jimin and saw a familiar, cold decisiveness plastered on his face. It was the only expression you’d been seeing from him for a while now. Any time someone brought up the missing student, Jimin would go frostily silent. 

It reminded you of the difference between the two of you, just like his reaction–or lack thereof–the morning of Chance’s disappearance had.

You figured he was just uncomfortable talking about the situation and was carefully avoiding it, just as he had with you and Mana that first day you spent lunch together.

At least it wasn’t Mom or Mana, you thought to yourself.

“They must’ve finally found him.” You commented, distracted by your incoming thoughts.

Aemilia’s family is specifically in charge of hunting down anyone who can be perceived as a “threat” to the Kim family. Brooklyn Hayes and Constance Pierre, however, acquired social immunity for themselves and their families as the girls are so close.

Or so you thought.

Constance’s disheveled appearance the morning Chance went missing made much more sense, then. She was worried sick about her little brother, and one of her closest friends didn’t even bother warning her or her family. 

You shuddered. Just how many people would Aemilia sacrifice? How far would she go, just for her sick sense of what was right?

You had no intention of finding out.

By lunch time, the rest of the school had heard exactly what happened to poor Chance Pierre.

The fourteen year old boy was deposited in the family’s living room, returned out of the blue just like all of those who came before him. 

His mother had stepped out for a short moment to go grocery shopping and returned to find her bloody mess of a son, who she then quickly rushed to the hospital.

He was covered in bruises, had a broken arm and leg, several broken ribs, and permanent blindness in his left eye. All things considered, he is one of the lucky ones.

His family was just grateful that he was returned to them still breathing.

Whatever the message was, the Pierre family had received it loud and clear. And so had the rest of the town.

No one is allowed to leave Ichabod. Not without being stopped by Death herself. 

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Chapter Five: Kaleidoscope of Chaos: Yandere Kim Taehyung Story

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A smile crossed Taehyung's features as the sunlight warmed his skin.

He hadn't even opened his eyes yet but he could still feel the pressure of Jess against his chest.

She'd fallen asleep last night and he hadn't bothered to wake her up.

The idea of her staying in his home a little longer... or possibly forever- seeming all to appealing to him.

His fingers splayed across her side, a comfort in the expanse of soft pliable flesh.

"Morning, sleepyhead."

He chuckled, voice still deep with sleep.

He turned to nuzzle his face into her hair, "Morning, sweetheart."

"You want some breakfast?" she asked. "I could make some."

He chuckled again, "Should I be offering you that since you're the guest?"

"Well, I figured it would make more sense for me since you're a little incapacitated at the moment." she giggled.

His brows furrowed, "What?"

He blearily opened his eyes to see her smiling up at him... and that's when he noticed the slight ache in his arm.

His eyes traveled the expanse of his other arm, following it to the bed frame... where he was handcuffed to it.

His eyes widened and he looked back at the grinning woman.

"See?" she smiled. "You're all tied up."

She broke into a fit of giggles.

Taehyung hated to admit that he was both terrified and intrigued with it.

"Jess... what are you doing?" he asked slowly.

"Making sure you stay put, silly." she smiled.

"Take the handcuffs off, Jess." he said sternly.

Her smile fell, "Now, why would I do that?"

"Because I told you to." he said.

She furrowed her brows at him, "And what makes you think you can tell me what to do? After all, I'm the one who got you right where I wanted you, Kim Taehyung."

His look of confusion brought the smile back to her face.

"Oh, sweetie, you didn't really think I accidentally texted you, did you?" she asked.

He narrowed his eyes at her.

She giggled again, "Oh, you sweet niave, man. Of course it wasn't random. Well, I mean, I guess our first meeting was random. But I guess you don't remember that, do you?"

"Jess, sweetheart, we just met yesterday." he said slowly.

She scoffed, "Of course, you don't remember."

He said nothing, only watching as she pouted.

"Well, the first time we met was two years, three months aaaaand sixteen days ago. You were doing an interview somewhere with your group. I was working as a translator in Japan." she said. "And you were thirsty. You kept asking for water but everyone was busy. So I went and got you some. And you reached over to get it but you tripped and I-"

Memories flashed through his mind as he remembered the incident.

"You rushed forward and caught me. But you lost your balance and we both fell. You caught your face on the table and-" he said.

She dragged the tip of her finger along the scar running under her eye and her cheekbone, "Got this right here. You held me until someone come and took me away to get stitches."

Taehyung let out a breath, his back hitting the headboard in shock.

"You're hair was blond then." he said.

She nodded, "Yeah, I had bleached it at the time."

"And you dressed different." he said.

She nodded, "Uh huh. I wasn't being myself. "

An uneasy feeling settled in his stomach, "So ... what is it that you want?"

She tilted her head.

"You, of course."

Taehyung was fighting an internal war.

On the one hand, every natural instinct he had was telling him to get as far away from this woman as possible.

But the other part of him was screaming in joy because clearly she was having these crazy thoughts about him.

And he'd already been having them about her.

"So... you said it wasn't an accident... how?" he said.

"I'm very good at cracking codes, Taehyung." she said with an impish grin. "I'm a translator. I speak thirteen languages not counting sign language and morris code. Well and I guess klingon and tolkien elvish but I don't really count them. Their just for funsies. And I can read braille but that's a whole other story and-"

"Jess." he sighed.

"The point is that, I crack codes for a living. Yes, I'm a translator but I am expert at getting information. I spend all day on the computer. You wouldn't believe what people will just willingly tell you. I mean, your buddy Hoseok, basically told me his life story one day."

A sense of protectiveness flared in Taehyung at the mention of his hyung.

"What did you do?" he asked aggressively making her furrow her brows.

"I didn't do anything. He called in needing help fixing his phone because there was a little malfunction. A harmless little virus really. I didn't even have to break a sweat for that one. It was too easy in all honesty." she rambled.

"You've been lying to me this whole time." he accused. "You're not even who you say you are."

"I haven't lied to you. " she said. "Everything we've talked about has been the truth. Just yesterday wasn't our first meeting and I definitely meant to text you."

"How did you even get my number?" he asked.

"Through Hoseok's phone." she answered.

"And how did you even get his phone to hack it, as I'm assuming you probably did?" he said.

"That was easy really. I just hacked his instagram and tracked his location. After that, it was fairly simple to drop a virus in via bluetooth. Then I just sent him an alert or two for malfunctioning software. Then I rerouted his call to me when he called the number for assistance. So it was nothing to get your number from there." she said.

A sense of dread filled his stomach, like a scene in a Disney movie when the villain explains their horrible plan.

"And what are you planning to do?" he asked.

She shrugged, "Nothing really. I just want to spend time with you. I needed to see if you still felt a connection. If we still had a spark and when we met yesterday, I knew you'd been missing me just as long as I'd been missing you. We're fated, Taehyung. But I guess I was wrong. Cause you don't even remember meeting me the first time."

"Yes, yes I do. I just forgot. You look different now. And you were much smaller then. You've gained some weight. You look much healthier now." he said.

He was rambling in a desperate attempt to talk his way out of it.

He was still into her...taken an entranced by her.

Possibly even more so now as he watched that devious, beautiful mind of hers work.

But he still also at least had some sense of self preservation.

And he was not unwise to sasaengs and their sometimes violent behavior.

"No, no. I was wrong. We're not meant to be. I supposed I just let my weirdness get out of control again. Maybe it's Hoseok that I'm supposed to be with. After all, I did have to track him for a while. YOU are not my soulmate and we're not supposed to be together." she said, getting off the bed and uncuffing him.

Which was a huge mistake.

He saw red.

He immediately snatched her and caged her in on the bed, his voice growling in her, "Don't fucking say that. We are absolutely meant to be together. You are mine."

She gently pushed him back to see blind fury in his dark eyes.

What were once a puppy dog's gaze had now turned into a fiercing burning tiger's gaze.

A small smile began to twist her features.

"My, my, my, Tae Tae... what a delightful surprise..."

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synopsis. he chuckles at how wet you are, how sensitive you are. “you’re so cute, class president, acting like you don’t like what i’m doing to you.”

pairing. yandere!taehyung x f!reader

genre. high school au! (legal age). rich kid!jock!taehyung. class president!virgin!reader.

word count. 3.4k

warnings. NONCON SMUT (fingering/foreplay, more smut in later parts). noncon touching. blackmailing. degredation. sex in a public area (aka the classroom). forced begging. bondage. hair pulling. yandere themes. taehyung’s flirty and mean but we like it that way yk. 

part (1) of the SCHOOL F*CKING SUCKS! series.

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of course you had to be paired with him. 

it seemed like your history teacher loved throwing challenges your way, ending the grading period with a project and purposefully pairing you with kim taehyung. rich, egotistical, class clown, kim taehyung. of course it’s logical to put the class president with him, the class president who has to deal with his daily teasing and flirty comments. of course.

and of course, he’s thirty minutes late. 

it’s long past the end of the school day and the classroom is empty. the teacher trusted the two of you (okay, mainly only you) to lock up her class after borrowing it, though taehyung happily snatched the keys and said that he’ll keep them so you won’t have to worry about losing them (and for that reason, you worried even more). you sit at your desk in the front row, scowl growing bigger and bigger with each tick of the ugly clock. you try not to pay too much attention to it, constantly refocusing on the clicking of your laptop as you type away at the keyboard. you’re beyond irritated; you have two tests, an essay due, and a student council meeting tomorrow. jimin assigned you to do some research, and if you didn’t get that done, you’d surely let him down (even though he’d hide his dissapointment with a smile). you scream in your head at the thought. blame it on kim taehyung, you think, who’s still not here thirty-three minutes after the promised time. 

“class! president!”

thirty-four.

you don’t look back to him, just continue to watch the words form on the document of your screen, fingers never slowing one bit. you hear the door slide shut and click, and his pricey shoes tap at the floor as he walks closer. “sorry, had something to do,” he says, his low voice echoing off the walls. you can tell that he’s got on a friendly box-like smile that borders on sheepish; the same one that he would give when he asked his teacher to forgive him for being reckless with his devious pranks, or when he told his group members that he forgot to do his part of the assignment. “ran here knowing that you’d be waiting for me, my beautiful class president.”

“what could you possibly be doing for thirty four minutes,” you ask (it’s not really a question; it’s more of a statement that emphasizes your annoyance). you ignore his remark. it’s something you’re used to.

he laughs, as your attitude is something he’s used to as well. “because i’d like to preserve my reputation, i’ll give you the grace of not knowing.” 

he’s in front of your desk now. your eyes look up at him, observing any hints that could possibly give you an idea of what was so important that he had to waste your time. but he looks normal. normal, as in his handsome self; perfectly messy black hair, beautiful eyes, honey skin that’s tan from baseball practices. his crisp school uniform wraps his tall figure, and his blazer is casually unbuttoned (unlike yours). his loose tie could be done better, but you weren’t going to fix it for him. you accidentally glance at his crotch that’s eye level with you.

“want a picture so it’ll last?”

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, then you narrow your eyes when taehyung gives a wink. “just get started already,” you grumble with an eye roll, “we only have forty-five minutes left since someone ditched on the first half hour.”

he clasps his hands together like a prayer and squeezes his eyes shut, pouting, “awe, i’m sorry! really, it won’t happen again!”

“there won’t be an ‘again’. just get the poster paper at the front, taehyung.”

he sends you an overdramatic salute and sets his backpack down, then walks to grab at the stack of posters under the chalkboard. 

“i’m almost finished with the research, we just have to transfer all the information onto the poster. and all the printed images are in my folder. and don’t forget that this has to all be in pen, taehyung, so…”

your voice trails off when he puts the poster on the large desk at the front of the room before slumping onto the teacher’s chair. it’s a cushioned rolling one, and it seems relaxing to sit in, unlike your stiff student seat (you can tell by the way he leans back with a sigh). 

you stare at him. “… what are you doing?”

“hm? oh, i’m sitting down.”

“no,” you say, frustrated, “you’re not supposed to be sitting at mrs. yoo’s desk… you know she doesn’t like that.” he should know, cause he’s been scolded too many times to be oblivious.

taehyung scoffs and puts his hands up in a shrug. “she’s not here. it’s just the two of us.” his palms go to rest at the back of his head. he looks far too comfortable. might as well kick his feet up. “and this is the only desk that’s large enough to put the paper on. it’s not our fault that yoo’s a nit-picky teacher.” your lips purse into a firm line at taehyung calling mrs. yoo informally. he swivels around like a bored child waiting for ice cream. when he notices you not following, he motions for you to come. “thought we were working together, no?”

it’s your turn to scoff. “the fact that i already did seventy-five percent of the work should give you an answer.” 

you clearly want to stay in your seat, but after he complains some more about how nice the chair feels and how far away you are, you internally groan and stand up. there’s another smile on his face, but it’s one of satisfaction; one that appears when mrs. yoo gives in to his pleading (because no teacher would want to scold taehyung, whose family is practically a breathing bank for the administration), or when his classmates timidly accept his apologies. you grab your laptop and your bag as you walk to the large desk, pulling a chair with you along the way. then, you plop down on the (still rather stiff) seat, patting your almost knee-length skirt and continuing, “i shared the document with you, so you can start copying it down on the poster.” you open your laptop.

he doesn’t move, only looks down at your skirt with an amused stare. you glare at him. “taehyung, we really need to-”

“you wanna sit on my lap?”

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