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Spirited Away || pjm

↠ Spirited Away ↞ Part of my Ghibli Yandere Series!

You knew that you shouldn’t have gotten out of the car. Shouldn’t have followed your parents into the seemingly abandoned theme park. Shouldn’t have let them eat the food.

Because now they were being held hostage. And you were trapped. Stuck in a backwards resort for supernatural spirits, with no way out except to work to free both yourself and your parents. Until you met a mysterious Park Jimin.

Though there was something not quite right about him.

But he was your only hope of escape. You could trust him…right?

Warnings/Genre: Supernatural. Horror. Yandere!Jimin. Haku!Jimin. Spirited Away!au. Dark themes. Kidnapping. Obsessive behavior. Death of minor characters. Manipulation. Mature themes. Unhealthy relationships. Violence. Explicit language. 

Word Count: 10.2k

Part 1 of 2.

A/N: Special thanks to @sinning-on-a-sunday​ for helping me with figuring out how the hell to write yandere lol. And to @yoongs-jeontae​ for answering my movie based questions!

All of my works are purely fiction. Everything I write is my intellectual property and therefore belongs to me. ©out-of-jams. Do not copy or repost without permission.

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“–/n.”

Turning your head away from the rear car window, you glanced towards your mother who was sitting in the front seat. She was halfway turned at the waist to look at you, hands flapping with wild gestures to take the earphones out of your ears. With a sigh, you pulled out one bud.

“What did you say?”

“I was saying,” Your mother, ever the cheerful woman, brushed stray wisps of her brunette hair away from her face. “We’re almost there. Are you excited?”

The there she was referring to was the college you’d be attending for the rest of your academic career. You’d just turned nineteen last month, and no, you hadn’t taken a year long sabbatical. Your parents had just homeschooled you a year later than what was necessary. Why they hadn’t just sent you off to fall prey to the public school system like the rest of the kids in your neighborhood, you didn’t know.

But now that you were old enough to legally make your own decisions, they’d had no choice but to accept your wish to attend university. In a town far, far away from the one you’d been raised in. You just wanted a shot at a normal life. To have friends and do what people your age normally did. Maybe even find your first boyfriend if you were lucky.

“Yeah.” You responded, eyes shifting over to the gps hanging from the suction cup arm attached to the front windshield. It was flickering, the glowing green route changing every three seconds and screaming to Make-A-U-Turn-Now! “What’s up with the gps?”

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10, 22, 47 for yandere jimin & female mafia reader?? with angst & fluff?? i hope your prompt things are still open and i really hope i did this right 😭 have a great day/night 💕

 Bird in a cage || Yandere! Jimin~

You can check out my Prompt List and request anything you’d like to see!

10. “Kiss me again”

22. “I just wanted to love you… why won’t you let me?”

47. “You’ve hurt me countless of times without even noticing”

➤ A/N: thank you so much for requesting! I absolutely LOVED this idea so much! I thought it was such an interesting prompt to write about! I was so inspire by it so I really hope you don't mind it being this long... sorry if it seems a little rushed... also, hope you like it!

➤ Warning: This contains mafia/yandere themes, such as violence or aggression. If you do not like/feel uncomfortable with this kind of content, feel free to skip this post.

➤ Mentions: mature language, neglection, emotional and physical abuse, obsessive behavior, slight blood, reader getting hurt, Jimin being delusional

➤ Synopsis: Jimin finally found his best friend and first love after being separated from her in his early teenage years. He makes it his mission to have her in his clutches, even if she keeps trying to push him away.  

➤ Pairing: Yandere!Jimin x fem!mafia!reader (fluff + angst)

➤ Word count: 8.2k

Your childhood wasn't a ‘fair’ one to say the least. It was much darker than any other normal child had, and sometimes you wished you could change that; that maybe someone would notice how badly your living condition really was and would save you from it. Living in a household where you were expected to be strong—both mentally and emotionally—at a very young age affected you in every way possible. And there wasn't anyone to blame but your parents. 

You were the youngest out of four children and the only daughter. Your brothers would be raised the same way as you though; expected to follow every strict rule your parents threw at you. It honestly felt suffocating, like there was a new rule added to the list everyday. But out of everything your parents forbid you of doing, there was one rule that brought heavy consequences if broken. Being outside without permission. It always bothered you how your parents were extremely strict with you and your brothers, so far as to not let you go outside, ever. You were pretty sure no one knew you existed except for your grandparents. You couldn't even look out the window, much less talk to people. So you were stuck in your house for most of your life. 

As much as you wanted to believe your parents only did this to protect you, there was always a feeling of resentment towards them. All your life you grew up being taught that the world was full of terrible people; that you should never trust anyone. At least, that's what your parents told you. When you had asked why they forbade you from going outside, your mother simply replied with ‘We only do this to protect you. You’ll understand when you're older,” 

You were so young, so you didn't understand. You couldn't wrap your mind around why your parents were so mean sometimes. Why couldn't you play outside with your brothers like your neighbors did? Why couldn't you stand in your backyard and look at the clouds for at least five minutes? Heck, you couldn't even understand it now that you were an adult and out of that house. 

But I guess you grew up to be the person your parents wanted you to be. A ‘strong woman’. Honestly, you could've been strong without the whole ‘I won't let you have a normal childhood’ part. But nonetheless, what happened back then happened, and it made you stronger. Now that you were an adult, you made your way to the top and made sure no one could stop you. You trusted no one and promised yourself to never let anyone take away your freedom just like your parents did. People feared you, and it made you powerful. At the end of the day, if you were safe, there was no need to worry about anyone but yourself. Ha, your mother would be proud if she saw you right now. All these countless memories of being mistreated made you the person you are today after all. 

But…. There were nice moments in your childhood. There was one person apart from your brothers who made you feel like a normal child. Yeah, you remember him so clearly. His name was Park Jimin; your childhood friend and your only friend for that matter. You actually—to this day—remember exactly how you met him. It was one of the most vivid memories that you had from your childhood, and maybe even one of the best. 

You lived in a rich neighborhood, which was highly secure, so there wasn't a need to hire babysitters if you had older children who could take care of the youngest. This meant that whenever your parents left to work or just went out without you or your brothers, you were left unsupervised by anyone who would call your parents if you misbehaved. This also meant you were free to sneak into the backyard while your brothers watched TV. You weren't really interested in watching TV or even playing video games—even though you usually didn't get to watch much when your parents were around—but I digress. You would much rather stay outside and watch the birds or any butterfly that flew past you, maybe even just feel the summer heat against your skin. 

Today was no different. When your parents finally left, you went outside like usual. A big grin decorated your face as you went outside, looking up at the bright blue sky that was filled with thousands of milky white clouds. It was a beautiful day, and honestly, you were glad your parents had decided to leave. In fact, you were always happy when they weren't around. You'd much rather stay with your grandparents than with them, and that said a lot. 

As you were sitting peacefully on the neatly trimmed grass, something odd caught your attention. What seemed like a red rubber ball had somehow gotten over the tall fence. This disturbed you at first, not really knowing what to do in the situation. You weren't sure if you should throw it back or tell your brothers, but before you could do either of those things, a soft voice spoke up. 

“Oh no!!,” the voice of what seemed to belong to a child your age could be heard, grabbing your full attention. Your heart began to race at the sudden situation. You've never really spoken to any kids your age before; you weren't even allowed to go out to school, so knowing that there's someone else your age that lives right behind your house made you excited. 

“Is anyone there?,” the voice asks again, softly knocking on the wooden fence. You decided to ignore the nervousness that grew inside you and made your way towards the rubber ball. “Hello? I heard footsteps! Could you throw my ball back, please?,” the boy asked politely, getting closer to the fence and looking between the small gaps that it had. Thankfully for you, the wooden planks were way too close together for him to see through them. 

Instead of answering his question, you quietly threw the ball over the fence, waiting patiently for a reaction, and right after you threw it, a cheerful giggle could be heard. 

“Thank you so much!,” he says, not moving from his spot before speaking once again. “Are you still there?,” 

You weren't quite sure if you should answer him. What if you got in trouble? What if your parents caught you outside? Or worse, what if they caught you speaking to someone? A small feeling of fear situated itself in the pit of your stomach, your thoughts fighting each other to decide what to do. But finally, you decided to answer him. Speaking to someone wouldn't hurt anyone, right? 

“...I’m here,” you answer, your voice quiet enough to be confused with a whisper, but loud enough for the boy on the other side to hear. 

“You're a kid!!,” he expresses in surprise, but there was a hint of happiness in his voice nonetheless. “Hi! I didn't know another kid lived around here,” he informs, giggling and knocking on the wood as to grab your full attention.

“My name is Jimin, what’s your name?,” he asks, plopping down on grass while staring at the white fences. Although he couldn’t see you, he imagined you. He waited for your response patiently, which you weren't used to at all. You were so accustomed to your parents yelling at you whenever you took too long to answer that you expected everyone to treat you like this, even kids your age. 

“My name is (Y/N),” you answer shyly, beginning to sit down on the grass, just like Jimin. When he heard your voice speak up once more, he grinned. He was going to make a new friend.

“(Y/N)? I like that name,” 

——

After that small encounter with the boy named Jimin, you were excited to go outside even more. You prayed that your parents left more often just so you could go out and spend time with your new friend. You told your brothers about this, and although they were happy to see their little sister happy, they were well aware of the consequences if you ever got caught. They promised you they would keep it a secret and watch your back in case your parents grew suspicious. And it worked for a while. For a long while. 

You honestly thought you weren't going to see Jimin ever again after meeting him, believing your parents would somehow find out when they came back home, but you were wrong. You were so very wrong. Time went on and you kept speaking to your new friend through the fence, basically growing up together. You threw things over the fences like snacks or presents, and he’d even throw his phone—when he actually got one—over to you. You would take lots of pictures on his phone and he’d take some too. It all began after he wondered what you looked like; I mean, you two met when you were seven and you had never seen each other’s faces before. So time went on, and on, and on, until soon enough, you had finally turned fifteen. Some of your brothers had already moved out of the house by then, but they were still allowed to visit you. And so, when your fifteenth birthday rolled up, they all came by to see you. 

Your parents decided to leave once your brothers arrived, not telling you where or when they would come back. This wouldn't be a surprise to you though, since they always left you and your brothers whenever one of your birthdays rolled up. They didn't really care, but they did let you celebrate. They would give you permission to do anything except leave the house. Anything but leave the house. But you were young and naïve. 

“What? (N/N) this is crazy. You are not sneaking out,” your brother, Daehyun, said, furrowing his eyebrows in frustration while looking at you grabbing your phone and purse. You, on the other hand, whined. You had gotten all ready to sneak out with your long time friend, Jimin. You were sick of talking to him through the fence or through text. You even had to hide your phone from your parents, not wanting them to know your relationship with your neighbor. Also, you had just gotten phone privileges, so you didn’t want to lose that either. But Jimin was unsatisfied. He wanted to see more of you. He wanted to speak to you face to face, not through a screen, and specially not through a fence. 

He hated the fact that your parents were assholes. Not only did they neglect you—and to some point emotionally abuse you—but they also wanted to control you in every way possible. You had no idea what the outside world was like. You might have gone out with your brothers or even with your parents on some rare occasions, but you had no idea how to live. He always thought you were like a bird in a cage. A beauty trapped in her own prison. But today was going to be different. He was going to free you from your jail. 

“Please, let me do this! You did the exact same thing when you were younger!,” you argue, looking out the window to see if your parents had indeed left. You sigh in relief when you notice the driveway completely empty.

“So? That doesn't mean you have to do it too,” he crosses his arms, looking at your other brothers who stood there watching. “Besides, we don’t know this ‘Jimin’ guy. Who knows what kind of sick shit he might try to do,” your other brothers nodded in agreement, which only made you groan in annoyance in return. 

“You know exactly who Jimin is! Please, just let me do this! Just this one time!!,” you pleaded, but you could tell Daehyun wasn't going to give in. You were about to give up when your other brother, Hyunwoo, spoke up.

“Maybe you should let her, Daehyun. It’s her birthday. She just wants to be with her friend,” Hyunwoo stated, putting a hand on Daehyun’s shoulder. “You know how happy it made you feel when you snuck out of the house. Especially when you snuck out to see your girlfriend” Daehyun stays quiet for a second, looking over at your pleading expression. He was thinking about it and you could tell.

“Let her go have fun,” Hyunwoo tried one last time, but there was still something inside Daehyun that didn't want you to go. Maybe it was the fact that he was scared for you. Letting his fifteen year old sister sneak out with some guy left a bitter taste in his mouth. But it was the fact that there was a big possibility of your parents finding out you snuck out. Not only would they never let your brothers see you ever again, but he knew things could get physical. He remembered the day his father had found him in the process of sneaking out, and let's just say it wasn't pretty. He was left with dark bruises all around his body and a black eye. He was terrified of this happening to you. But seeing your pleading expression made him put down his guard. 

Sighing, he uncrosses his arms and nods. “Fine. You can go,” he spoke up. Hearing these words made you instantly jump happily at his answer, hugging him tightly while grinning widely. “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!,” you repeat happily. 

“But you have to follow these rules. If not, I’ll personally come down and get you,” he says sternly, crossing his arms once again. You nod your head nonstop, waiting for him to continue speaking. 

“You come back before nine, and always have your phone in your hand in case I call. I’ll stay here and watch in case they come back,” he says, referring to your parents. “And lastly, call me if that punk hurts you or something. I don't care if he’s a kid, I’ll teach him a lesson if he ever tries touching my baby sister,” you roll your eyes at him, but he was being 100% serious. 

“He won’t,” you simply state, letting go of your brother. You grab all your stuff again and walk towards the door, but before you exit the house, you turn to your brothers with a grin. “I love you all, bye!!,” 

——

Once you exited your house—which was basically your jail—you instantly spotted Jimin on the sidewalk. Your grin grew ten times bigger while skipping towards him, the soft thuds of your shoes hitting the pavement grabbing his attention. The moment he laid his eyes on you, his heart started going crazy. You looked like an angel. Although he’s seen your face before, seeing it in person was so much better. Your outfit fit you perfectly all the while your hair was styled in a way he had never seen it in before, and he loved it. He couldn't stop the grin that made its way on his lips, you were just too perfect. 

“Look at the birthday girl,” he says, pulling you into a hug. Yeah, Jimin was a boy who absolutely loved physical affection. You didn't mind though, returning the hug and giggling to yourself. You couldn’t stop your own heart from beating loudly either. Being embraced by him made you feel awfully safe and you were so close you could smell the light cologne he had on. He, on the other hand, was taking in all of your aroma.

“You look really pretty,” he compliments after pulling away. You grin at him, and give him a little twirl to show off your outfit, ignoring the slight heat you felt rising to your face because of his words.

“Thank you, I am the birthday girl afterall, I should look pretty today,” you say while giggling. Honestly, Jimin wanted to scream. His little teenage heart was beating so loudly in his ears at that moment, he could barely hear you speak. He got to hug you AND you gave him a twirl just so he could take in your outfit more? Call him the luckiest boy ever. 

“Well, you always look pretty,” he winks at you before continuing. “The park is close by, so let's go before we waste any more time,” he says before taking you by the arm. You let him lead the way to the park, taking in all your surroundings. There were houses you have never seen before, people who you didn't quite recognize, and even children running around the sidewalks. Everything you saw made you realize that you were living an unfair life. Why did your parents neglect you from seeing the world? Why did they shut you out from the world and yet not show you a single drop of affection? Why did you have to be born in this family when you weren’t wanted? Questions began to flood your brain, and it ruined your whole entire mood.

Jimin instantly notices the frown that was slowly tugging at your smile, and it worried him. You were supposed to be happy right now. You were finally out of the house, with HIM by your side. Why would you be saddened all of a sudden? It couldn’t possibly be because of him, right?

“What's the matter, angel?,” he asks, stopping in front of the park gates all the while looking at you worriedly. This only made you look down at your feet, not wanting to ruin the mood for him. This was a special night, not only for you, but for him too.

“No... Nothing, let's go!,” you beam, pulling him inside the park while grinning. But he knew better, he knew something had to be bothering you, yet he stayed quiet. He didn't want to push you into telling him what was wrong. Instead, he’ll do everything to make you happy today. 

——

Just like that, time passed by quickly, both you and Jimin were running around the park and acting like children. Your giggles and his laugh echoed throughout the—almost empty—park, but you didn't care. You were currently lost in the moment. An intense feeling of happiness you have never felt before had taken over you completely, and you loved it. Your face ached from how much you were smiling, your throat was sore with all the laughter that had erupted from it, but you still jumped around with Jimin. 

“It feels good to be out of the house, right?,” Jimin asks, holding your hand tightly. “House? You mean jail,” you giggle, pulling him over to the swings.

“But yeah, it does feel amazing to be out of the house… I feel… free,” you smile, taking a big puff of fresh air before exhaling exaggeratedly. “I can’t believe you get to live like this everyday!,”

“Well, it isn’t really that great for me,” he answers, sitting on one of the swings right beside you. He kicks his legs out while looking at you, frowning a bit as he continues on speaking. “I’m not really… a sociable guy,”

“What do you mean? You’re great to talk to!,” you say in disbelief. “I mean, I imagine you have lots of friends! You go to school and get to know new people!,” you smile, swinging yourself lightly while holding onto the chains tightly. You really wanted to go to school someday. It was a dream you’ve had for the longest time.

“Well… honestly, school isn’t that great either. People can be mean sometimes,” he sighs, thinking of all the interactions he’s had in school. Yeah, they weren’t good. He was fifteen but still got picked on by others. His only real friend didn’t even know what it was like to hang out with anyone for goodness sake. 

“Really?,” you ask in disbelief, earning a nod from Jimin. 

——

Your conversation went on for hours and hours, jumping from topic to topic. You didn't really pay much attention to the time until you received a phone call from your frantic brother. As you were about to say hello, he spoke over you. 

“They're here. They came home early,” he informs you in a panic. At this moment, your heart drops. The feeling of fear consumed your whole body and it felt like your feet were glued to the ground. Your face grew pale while your hands were slightly shaking. This couldn't be happening. 

“(Y/N)? What's wrong—,” Jimin was about to ask.

“We have to leave,” you cut him off, frantically hanging up the phone and tugging at his arm in a panic. “My parents are home! They can't find out about this!,” you panic more, dragging him with you while running down the sidewalk. Thankfully, the park wasn't far from your house, so you memorized the trail back home. But Jimin was pissed. The fact that you had to leave him over the fear of your parents doing something to you made his blood boil. How dare they make his angel fear them. 

You kept running home, completely out of breath. Your legs felt like you had been running miles, but that wasn't the case at all. It was mostly because you didn't really go out much. You were unhealthy. You didn't get any sunlight, and even if you took care of all the chores in the house, it wasn't merely enough to keep you up and healthy. But even with a burning sensation in your legs, you kept running. You couldn't let your parents find out about this, and you hoped your brothers were stalling for time. 

Jimin followed close behind you, taking his moment to bask in your beauty. Even when you were worried or out of breath, you still looked like a painting to him.

‘Unreal’ he thought, watching you as if memorizing every detail you had. Any beauty marks, any scars, anything that wouldn’t be noticeable if people didn’t look close enough, but he could see them. He noticed them, he noticed everything about you. 

Jimin got lost in thought while looking at you. There was something about you that changed him. He knew his feelings weren't normal. He knew this wasn't a normal crush. This was much more than a simple teenage crush. Some might tell him he was insane for saying he loved you, that he was ‘too young to love’, but Jimin would think otherwise. There was no age limit for love, he knows that. He loves you. He loves you so much. He loves you so much he wants you all for himself. No one should be allowed to breathe the same air as you but him. What was so wrong about worshiping you? There was absolutely nothing wrong with it, so why would he care what other people thought of him? 

Growing up, he was taught to never give up on the person he loved. His mother taught him how to know if he loved someone, saying something along the lines of ‘You know you love someone when you’d do anything for them. You would even die for them,’. He remembered his mother’s words all his life, and she was right. Jimin would die for you. He would give his own life if it came to you. He would take a life for you. Yeah, he had to. He had to show you how much he worshiped you. He’d show you how loyal he was to you by taking the risk of being arrested for manslaughter. Yeah... That was a perfect idea. Without noticing, a smile began to creep onto his face while all the dark thoughts began corrupting his mind. His fucked up vision of love was blinding him, not letting him see what was actually wrong and right. 

“Jimin, they’re going to find us,” you finally spoke. He was so lost in his mind that he hadn’t noticed you were currently hiding behind the fence as your parents were still loading what seemed to be groceries out of the car. His head turned towards you, noticing how all the color that was previously tainting your cheeks had completely drained. You looked as if you had just seen a ghost.

“I have a plan,” he says, holding your hand in an almost comforting manner. “But you have to trust me,” your heart pounded at his words. Somehow, he made you feel safe, but your heart was beating faster than normal. It was strange, but after looking at his determined eyes, you nod your head and let him lead you. Both of you make your way towards his house, quietly sneaking in as to not wake his parents up. He takes you towards the tall fence and looks at you. 

“I’ll help you climb the fence and you’ll enter your house through the back door, alright?,” he explains, kneeling on the ground so you’d climb on him. But you couldn’t do that. You were trembling, almost shaking. You were so afraid of getting caught, but you couldn’t waste any more time. 

“What if they find out? Jimin, I’m scared,” this was the first time Jimin had ever seen you so scared—although this was the first he ever saw you in person—but you were never like this, even behind your phone screen. 

“Look, there isn't anything you need to worry about. You just have to climb up and go inside. Act like nothing happened. Just text me when you get inside,” he smiles reassuringly. He waits for you to take a deep breath before you climb on top of him, successfully getting over the fence and landing on the ground with a soft thud. 

“Are you alright?,” Jimin asked worriedly, not sure if you had hurt yourself. 

“I’m fine!,” you whisper in case your parents heard you. “I'll let you know what happens when I get to my room!!,” you start running towards the door before stopping. “... Thank you for today, Jimin,” and with that, you made your way inside your house, making sure not to alarm your parents. You safely made it to your room without getting in trouble. 

“I.. got away with it...,” the moment those words left your mouth, your body jolted upwards, a wide grin spreading across your face. You had successfully gotten away with something. The adrenaline coursing through your body made you restless. You couldn't believe it. You were so happy. “Jimin, I made it—,”

“I hope you had fun,” 

The moment you heard that voice, your heart dropped. Your body slowly turned around to see your mother standing in the doorway, an irritated look resting on her face while her eyes burnt into you. 

“Mom, I—,” 

“I knew something was going on with you and that boy,” she says, walking over to you and snatching your phone out of your pocket. “But to think you’d go as far as to sneak out? I taught you better,” It wasn't very noticeable, but she was pissed off. Her irritation only grew when you instinctively reached for your phone. 

“Mom, please. I didn't mean to—,”

“You better say your last goodbyes. You are prohibited to see that boy ever again,” and with that, she left your room, slamming the door shut behind her. Yet you were still in a state of shock. You thought she was going to yell at you and start hitting you, but none of that happened. Why? Although you were grateful, your heart began to ache. After all the shock had faded away, you were left with an immense pain in your heart. Once again, your parents have taken everything from you. How could she be so cruel? How could she prohibit you from speaking to your only friend? No, how could she prohibit you from your own life?

Tears of both anger and sadness began to roll down your cheeks. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair at all. You've spent all your life trying to never do anything wrong because you thought that maybe, if your parents saw you working hard to follow their rules, they'd give you a chance to actually live normally. But now you know the truth. All those thoughts were useless. You should’ve known people like your parents wouldn't have the heart to give you anything good. 

“Just you wait... I’ll get out of this damn cage you put me in...,”

After years and years of dealing with your family, you finally made it out of the house. Apparently, your parents were pretty big people in the outside world. Your father was a mafia boss, and your mom had made the bright decision of marrying him. Ha, I guess they more or less had a valid reason for keeping you locked up all your life. If the rival mafia ever found out about you or your brothers, they would've tried to kill you just to get back at your parents. Nonetheless, that didn't give them the right to treat you so poorly. They made you feel unloved your whole life.

But, although you held a strong grudge against them, you still took over the ‘family company,’. Although being the youngest—and the only daughter—you were still given the role of the boss. You were the most mentally strongest out of all of your siblings, and the only one that seemed worthy of running this company. At least in your parent’s eyes; so after they left, you took over everything. Surprisingly, most workers were quick to get used to you, but some were still annoyed by the fact that you were running the show. Maybe it was because their macho mentality made them believe a woman could never do as good a job as a man, or maybe it was because they were close to your parents—which you highly doubted—but whatever the case was, you were quick to show them who’s boss.

That said, you were pretty known around the block. People feared you, and others despised you. Those who hadn’t heard of you would get a good taste of what you were like, and trust me, they wouldn’t enjoy it one bit. But although people were terrified of ever crossing you, there were still those who were either in debt to you or just dumb enough to try and trick you into falling for one of their stupid traps. Come on, you couldn’t believe people would be that stupid. That said, you had to deal with a lot of morons in your job.

You were currently in your office, pissed off and tired. Yeah, apparently some guy shot three of your men after they went to collect debt money. I mean, come on? Are you serious? Three of them got shot by ONE guy. That was absolutely ridiculous. Because of this, you had to stay even more late in that godforsaken office. Thankfully, after a while of waiting, a knock could be heard on your door. 

“Name and business,” you almost groan, waiting for a reply. 

“It’s me ma’am, Jihoon. We found the guy,” after hearing your most trusted worker, relief suddenly washes over you. You get off from the uncomfortable chair you had been sitting on for hours and make your way towards the door. When you finally open it, you look up at your worker and cross your arms. “What are you waiting for? Take me to him,” 

“He’s downstairs,” he replies, paying attention to your every move. He wouldn’t want to anger you, not after what happened to one of the previous workers. “In the–,” 

“Yeah yeah, I know where,” you cut him off, already making your way downstairs. Jihoon only watches you slowly disappear in the distance, straightening his back while stuffing his hands in his pockets. “What a woman...,” he mumbles under his breath, going his own way after you had gotten out of sight.

——

After getting to your destination, your men guided you inside the dimly lit room, the only source of light being an old lightbulb that hung from the ceiling by its cord. You could only describe it as a typical torture room, which it kind of was. Right under the light bulb was a man tied up on an old wooden chair. There was a bag on his head, but it seemed he had been ‘speaking’ to the other men who were in the room with him. 

“Wow, the customer service here sucks,” he said, making you raise a curious eyebrow at him. “You know what, get me your manager,” he jokes, holding in a laugh at his own jokes. 

“You seem to be enjoying yourself despite being kidnaped and tied up,” once the man heard your voice, he stopped speaking. “Seems like you’ve been in this situation before,”

“Oh trust me, I have,” you could almost hear the smirk he hid behind the bag that was placed on his head. Normally, you would’ve been pissed off by his attitude, but for some reason, you were more intrigued than anything.

“Say, shouldn’t you be home? You know, let your daddy handle all of the dirty work,” he snorts, leaning his head back in a calm manner. “I mean, I assume you’re the daughter of the boss man, right?,”

“I am the boss,” you answer amusingly. Your men watched you in surprise. None of them could believe you hadn’t blown a fuse. You were short-tempered, and that was a fact, so watching you almost seemingly joke around with a man who owed you money, it was almost terrifying. 

“Really? Well then, hi there. Could you take this bag off of my head? I’d like to see your face before I probably die,” you roll your eyes at his request. You have never seen anyone so cocky in your time working here. You were so used to people either fearing you or utterly despising you. I mean, you would’ve been less surprised if he spat out all kinds of insults at you, but he didn’t. 

“Fine,” you agree, ripping the bag off his head. The first thing you noticed when taking the bag off was his messy blond hair. He was looking downwards, so you couldn’t quite see his face very well. It didn’t help that the room was barely even lit. 

“I would’ve just let you go with a warning, you know? But, you made the stupid decision of shooting three of my men. I can’t really let you live after this. Consider your debt paid with death,” you explain, coming closer to him. The sound of your shoes alarmed him, but before he could look up himself, you had already pulled his head up by his hair. Yet the moment you locked eyes with him, you instantly let go. 

You knew exactly who this was. You knew that face all too well. He hadn’t changed from the last time both of you saw each other, and it seemed he had recognized you too. His wide eyes and parted lips showed just how shocked he was at seeing your face. He never thought he’d see you ever again, not after what happened with your parents.

“Jimin…?,” you mumbled, more to yourself than anyone else, but Jimin had heard you loud and clear. For him, it was as if everything had stopped. His eyes were glued onto yours while his heart beat way too fast for a healthy human being. It was you. It had to be you. Those eyes. Those lips. Those hands. He recognized them all too well. You were his (Y/N). His little bird that was taken away from him many years ago. It was you.

“Ma’am, is something wrong?,” one of your men asked hesitantly, noticing how you suddenly went silent. 

“... I’ll take care of this myself. Alone. Now get out,” without questioning you any further, all of them slowly made their way out of the dark room one by one. At this time, Jimin still hadn't ripped his eyes off of you. You could say he was almost hypnotized by your presence. 

“(N/N)… It’s actually you,” there was a hint of relief in his voice, making you furrow your eyebrows at him. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. You haven’t changed a bit,” His cockiness was long gone and now replaced with what you could only describe as happiness. 

“What the hell are you thinking?,” you ignore his words, looking at him with a pissed off expression. You would’ve never thought that after many years, your best friend would be living like a lowlife. “You’re in debt? Getting yourself in trouble knowing damn well you might get killed? Have you gone insane?,” Although both of you hadn’t seen each other in years, your habits had still not disappeared. You would always scold him whenever he told you he did something stupid. It was just in your nature. So seeing you haven’t changed made Jimin’s heart flutter. He never expected you to be the woman he was in debt to, but he also didn’t imagine he’d ever see you again. Nonetheless, he was happy to see you, even if you weren’t the same sweet little girl you were when you first met. 

“I finally found you...,” Jimin muttered, brushing off the scolding you were giving him, which only annoyed you even further. There was something strange about you. You were feeling something you hadn't felt in a while. Maybe excitement? Maybe you were happy to see him too? Whatever it was, you didn’t like it one bit. You have grown to never feel these things and always get your job done. This man stole money from you, he shot your men, he got himself in trouble with you, yet knowing that he’s the childhood friend you had longed to see for many years made you almost hesitant. Something that had never happened to you before. 

“(Y/N), I've missed you so much—,” 

“Stop,” you cut him off, but what made him frustrated was the fact that you didn’t seem pleased by his presence. “This isn’t a cute little reunion. You’re here because you owe me money,” you say coldly, watching Jimin’s expression instantly contort into an almost saddened one. He felt so betrayed by you. After all these years of craving to see you, this is how you treat him? His heart had shattered the moment he heard the tone of your voice. He had never heard you speak like this, ever. Even when you were teenagers, you had never spoken to him this way even if you were mad at each other. 

You stare at him, taking in his appearance once more. He really didn’t change much, even if his hair was a different color and style. His jaw had gotten sharper and his lips seemed to have gotten a little plumper. I mean, you would know considering you spent most of your time staring at them when you were younger. You would zoom into the pictures he’d send you while daydreaming about him. Yeah, you were head over heels for him, but you weren’t sure how he’d react to your feelings. You know, normal teenage crush sort of things. Your lips slightly parted while your heart clenched tightly at his expression. What the hell was wrong with you? Feeling sympathy? Pity? 

“Look,” you started, uncrossing your arms and untying the tight ropes that were wrapped around his wrists. “I’ll let you go off with a warning. Forget about the money. Just go away, and don’t come back,” you finished, stepping away from him so he could walk out with you. But he didn’t even stand up. His head was lowered, and he had no movement. It was as if he stopped functioning for some reason.

“Did you hear me? Leave!,” you repeat once again, grabbing his arm and pulling him up harshly. “I’m not going to repeat myself again!,” you growl, making him look down at you. His frown was noticeable from a mile away, which only made your heart clench even more. You had to get him out of your sight before any of these weak emotions took over you.

“I…,” he began, looking at your hand that held his wrist tightly. “Why would you leave me again, (Y/N)?,” he mutters, eyes wondering all the way up to your widened ones. “I finally found you again, but you’re pushing me away?,” he paused one more time while closing his hands into tight fists. “I just wanted to love you… why won’t you let me?”

“The past is the past, Jimin. I’ve changed,” his words had fallen into deaf ears.

Lies.

“As much as you might want to believe I missed you, I didn’t,”

Liar.

“In fact, you were the one holding me back,”

Stop.

“You’re weak and I’m strong. I can’t let someone like you hold me down, not again,”

You don’t mean that.

“Things will never be the same,” you finally stop speaking, yet your words still echo inside Jimin’s head. No, this wasn’t his (Y/N) speaking…. What did they do to you?! But while Jimin fought the urge to snap at you, you were currently battling your own emotions. You were so used to saying these words, but for some reason, it hurt so bad. It’s something about him that makes you hurt. Even if you had been separated at fifteen, you still felt as if he had been with you your whole life.

“Fine,” Jimin finally responded, shoving his fists in his pockets. “Lead the way, ma’am,”

——

After your little ‘reunion’ with Jimin, he started bombarding you with all sorts of letters and gifts, delivering them all the way to your office. As much as your words hurt him, he couldn’t bear to lose you again. So, he did the only thing he could think of; love bomb you in hopes that you would actually fall for him. And oh how it worked like a charm. Letter after letter, your heart started beating louder than last time. Heat rushing to your face at all the charming words he’d write for you in each letter. What a cheesy bastard…. But you actually loved it.

Some might think it’s weird to fall in love with a man you barely know, even if you knew each other when you were kids. But being a person who rarely got love and affection, this meant a lot to you. You’ve always secretly craved this kind of attention, and now someone was giving it to you. Jimin was giving it to you, just like he did when you were young. So with a few more cheesy letters and flowers, you were head over heels for this man all over again. Even so, you avoided him at all costs. You really thought that if you ignored him, all of these feelings would go away. And Jimin was tired of waiting.

A soft knock was heard on your office door, making you put down one of the letters you had been re-reading for the past few minutes. Sighing, you put the piece of paper away, straightening up in your chair.

“Come in,” with that, the door burst opened and in came the one and only, Park Jimin. Your eyes widened at this, having thought you made it very clear to him you didn’t want his presence around you ever again.

“Jimin? What the fuck? What the hell are you doing here?! How did you even get in—,”

“Why won’t you respond?,” he cuts you off, making his way inside your office without a care in the world. “I’ve sent you many letters, but you still push me away. Why?,”

“I already told you. Do you think some cheesy letters are going to change my mind?,” you answer, but your voice trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of your unsure state. You never had to lie before, so when you finally did, your voice sounded unsure and insecure. “I’m not here to make friends with you,” but that didn’t stop Jimin from coming closer to you, pushing whatever was in his way, including your desk. He was merely a few feet away from you now, but he didn't stop. With every step he took forward, you’d take one backwards. 

“You know...,” his eyes never left yours as he spoke, a determined expression planted on his face. “You’ve hurt me countless of times without even noticing,” 

Your back finally hits the wall, leaving you with no more space to back into. Why were you so... weak right now? Why couldn’t you think straight? Why? Why? Why?

“What do you mean?,” you ask quietly, looking away from him once he was close enough where you could feel his breath lightly hit your face. He was only inches away from you now, making you feel small for the first time in your adult life. 

“What do I mean?,” he laughs bitterly “You know what I mean. Dismissing me as if I'm one of those scumbags you deal with everyday,” he scoffs, banging his hands against the wall right behind you. Both his forearms now rested on the wall on each side of your head, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I’m sick of waiting for you to warm up to me. I’m sick of you treating me like I’m nothing. I’m sick of you,” he pauses, lowering his head down into the crook of your neck. “Making me feel so insane,” he whispers, his breath hitting your neck and making you shiver at the sudden contact. You tried to push him away, your arms trying to force him off you. 

“You’re insane!,” you yell at him, but no matter how much you tried to push him off, he wouldn’t budge. “Get off!,” 

“Tell me, do you take pleasure in hurting me?,” his words flew over your head, being too focused on getting out from under him. But his body pressed tightly onto yours; he wasn’t going to let you go. 

“I don’t know what the hell happened to you, but you’re crazy,” usually, you would’ve had some kind of weapon to defend yourself in this situation, but unfortunately, they were all out of your reach. The way his body pressed onto your prevented you from reaching in for your pocket knife, so there really wasn’t anything you could do.

Jimin’s laugh filled the room, making you become even more uncomfortable under him. “The past is the past, (Y/N). I’ve changed,” he repeated the same words you had spat at him the last time you had met. 

“Now, let’s not make this difficult. I only want one thing,” his head raised to watch your expression. “and that’s you,” 

“You’re crazy,” you spat, not letting him get to you. 

“I’m not crazy, I’m simply... In love,” he grins at you, looking at your lips with a twisted look in his eyes. “I’ve been in love with you all these years, you know?,” his lips lightly graze over yours, making you flinch, but that didn’t last long. You felt something sharp poke you in the stomach, and you instantly knew what it was. He must’ve pickpocketed your pocket knife while you were distracted with pushing him away.

“I don’t want to hurt you,(Y/N),” he says while tracing the small knife over your stomach. “But I can’t let you leave me again,” 

You stiffen at the feeling of the knife being traced upwards, stopping right under your chin. You had no doubt that he would hurt you if you tried moving away, so you stood still. 

“See? Was that really hard?,” he smiles, not taking the blade off of your neck. “You’ve always been so good to me,” 

“What do you want from me,” you ask as you try not to make any sudden movement that might get you hurt. 

“I already told you what I want,” he pressed the blade onto your neck, making you hiss in return. He ignores your complaint and presses his lips onto yours, patiently waiting for you to respond. But when he feels no movement from your part, he presses the knife with more force, drawing a bit of blood from your neck. The moment he cut you, a bolt of electricity had rushed through your body. The pain hits you hard as you frantically move your lips against his to stop him from cutting any deeper. You could feel his smirk form against your lips, making you shiver under him. He pulls back, pulling the knife away from your neck and watching the blood trickle down to your chest. The once white shirt you were wearing was now stained with the red liquid. 

“Kiss me again,” he says in a demanding tone, watching you closely. At first, you hesitated, but when you noticed his face slowly giving you an angered expression, you did as he told you. You pressed your lips onto his, trying to avoid getting cut again. He grins, pulling away from you and holding your face softly. 

“You’re such a good girl,” his words made your stomach churn, something way different from the way his letters made you feel. It was as if he was a completely different person. You were right, nothing was ever going to be the same. To think you thought you were strong when you're being manhandled by your once best friend. 

“Don’t worry angel, I’ll take care of you from now on. You won’t need anyone else but me,”

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Level of Restraint (M)

Pairings: Jimin x Reader, Namjoon x Reader, Taehyung x Reader Word Count: 13K  Rating: M  Genre: Thriller, smut, office AU, BDSM AU  Warnings(contains spoilers): This story contains very dark themes and may not be suited to all readers, protected sex (vag+anal), threesome, double penetration, bondage (including partial suspension), dom/sub roles (reader is a sub), praise kink, mild degration, sensory deprivation, spanking, fingering, cum feeding, mild breathplay, sex toys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, discussion of safe word, Namjoon is a professional dom/sex worker, referenced discrimination of sex workers and those who participate in BDSM, public outing of sexual practices, inappropriate workplace relationships, referenced death of minor character, yandere character, misidentified sexual partner, manipulation, bribery, blackmail, implied stalking, violence.

Summary: As a co-founder of a consulting firm you can’t afford to be caught in a scandal. So flirting with your secretary, Jimin, would be out of the question. Giving your client’s son, Taehyung, a reference for a sexual partner would be reprehensible. And having regular paid BDSM sessions with your dominant, Namjoon? That would be a career ending disgrace. It’s too bad the only restraints in life you approve of are the cuffs that bind you to the bed, because there are those hiding in the dark waiting to take advantage. 

A/N: A huge thank you to everyone who supported me while writing this story. It was hard not to question the level of darkness this tale descends to. In the end your assurances and aid are the only reason this fic made it to fruition. Upon reading you might notice several thematic references to the ‘Fall of the House of Usher,’ by Edgar Allan Poe  and the Greek myth of Tantalus. They are two of my favourite tales, and together they greatly represent the darkened desires depicted in this oneshot.

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8:55 am KNJ: Good girl.

Your heart races upon receiving the response you’ve been waiting for all morning. The sender had requested proof that you were wearing his last minute gift, and you were happy to oblige with the lewd photo. Finally seeing his simple praise for your efforts makes you grin from ear to ear, as you enter the front door to your workplace’s building. The message will be enough to get you through the day, high on the thought of his praise while his present is wrapped tightly around your ribs. Though the garment may be confining, you’ll endure anything to receive those two simple words.

Reluctantly glancing up from your phone you look ahead to see the elevator closing.

“Hold the door!” You call out, making a run for it. Mercifully the gap between the doors widens allowing you to climb in before it begins the long haul up. Glancing over to your savoir, you find your secretary standing at the panel. “Thanks Jimin.”

“No problem,” he responds with a warm smile. “What floor do you need?” Joking as he pushes the button labelled 14. 

You playfully shove his arm while trying to catch your breath. Had he left you down on the first floor there’s no telling how long it would be before the elevator returned. The building in which you work has been down to one lift for a couple days, with no promise of when the other will be fixed. It’s not a surprise really, ever since you moved into this complex three years ago you’ve been plagued with breakdowns and shotty utilities. Considering how opulent  the tower is, with it’s gilded elevators and halls adorned in finery you expected better, but people often overlook flaws when they have something pleasant to stare at. Allowing the management to slack on some of the failings of the structure. 

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Charming (Yandere! Jimin)

Cinderella au 

My first long(er) fic! I’m so nervous about posting this but I can’t wait any longer…Also, I used the brothers Grimm version (sort of) 

Warnings: Yandere themes, violence, blood, Jimin’s crazy 😔

The classic tale, but this time our prince isn’t so charming. He’ll do whatever it takes to have you.  ✨About 13K✨   

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Summary:  

My stomach lurched as my screams reached till my throat to let out all the fear that had been building inside me however nothing but a strangled cry left my lips.

I felt Trapped!

With no way out, no door, no windows, a seal, not even a crevice but absolute blackness with no trace of light.

I was longing for the warmth of sunlight, refreshing breeze in long grasses, and freedom to touch the sky but how would I escape the confinement?

When the prison was my mind itself!

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god i jusr love this kind of story <‘3 written so beautifully too :(( i love the fact that you made the mc respectful of spirits since i’ve never read anything like this yet

💌 thank you for sharing this work of art

The Owner

Yandere! Ghost! Park Jimin x Female! Reader

Wanna write a story when the MC isn’t skeptical bc I do believe in spirits, although not to the point of being overly superstitious. And phew, does it exceed my expectations.

Warnings: Death, murder, blood

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When you spotted the pale figure of a man standing in the window of the second floor, you knew this house was haunted.

But you weren’t scared, nor were you shocked by the sight. The building was old, towering over you like an ancient creature with all its familiarity and mystery. The price probably didn’t worth the secrets it held, but your father was just happy to buy such a cheap two-story house. And you wouldn’t deny that you were desperate to leave that cramped apartment you both used to live in.

You bowed your head slightly at the true owner, missing the way his eyes widened slightly. As much as you wanted the title to belong to you and your father, he didn’t teach you to share for nothing. And despite his ironic skepticism towards the supernatural, you believed spirits occupied every space of Earth and were only separated by a thin layer of dimension.

By the time you raised your head, the man had vanished and the curtains had been drawn again like they should be. Still, you hoped that greeting was enough to land you in his good book. Just because he was invisible, didn’t mean he didn’t exist. And just because he was invisible, didn’t mean he was entirely harmless.

If ghosts could move things, or make noises, how would you know they couldn’t attack you? How would you know they wouldn’t attack you?

“Here’s your box, dear. Your room is upstairs, so be careful.”

You nodded and took the box containing clothes from your father’s hands. The house was dark, as expected. Across the foyer, there was a door that probably led to the bathroom and a smaller one right under the staircase, presumably the storage room. The main bedroom was on your right, and on the left side, there was a living room with a couch, two armchairs, and a coffee table.

When you peeked at the kitchen, you found that it was surprisingly more modern than the rest of the house. Everything was white, with streaks of black here and there. Above the dishwasher, there was a small window framed by white curtains that overlooked a lawn filled with dead leaves. You wondered if the previous owner loved cooking, or at least, loved the kitchen in itself.

An ache began to bloom and crawl up your arms like ants, so you decided to finally see your new room. There were a few doors, and you guessed one of them was another bathroom. You opened the door to the right, and immediately, a cold breeze greeted you. The hairs on your body bristled, but you braved the storm. If you were scared of your own room, then where else would you sleep?

The wall was painted in a pale blue color, reminding you of the sea. You put the box on the bed and plopped down beside it, sighing heavily. It’d been a long day of packing and traveling, and you wanted nothing more than a rest. But the second you closed your eyes, your father was calling you to carry another box inside. So, you heaved another sigh and approached him again.

Except, when you finally finished helping him with everything, you found out that your clothes had been piled neatly on the bed.

And the box was on the floor, fully opened.

You froze on the doorway, gaping at the sight. There was an inkling that this room belonged to the ghost, but was he really that excited to have you replace his spot? Or maybe he was just impressed by your politeness, and as both your owner and roommate, he wanted to thank you for that.

Yes, that must be it. No matter how ridiculous it sounded, this couldn’t be the work of other people. You hadn’t seen anyone coming upstairs, let alone coming to this house at all, and your father had been busy outside.

Therefore, it left him. And he knew you knew he existed.

“Thank you.” you whispered to the air, both sure and unsure if he’d hear that. He could’ve been anywhere, but you hoped your gratitude reached his ears.

You quickly put the clothes into the closet and went to the bathroom to clean yourself up. While the pale blue wall had washed away the anxiety of moving to a new place, the water washed away the traces of the past instead. And the moment you left the bathroom, you felt as if you were reborn.

That was it. You officially lived in this house now, along with your living father and your dead roommate.

The bed shook when you threw yourself to it, embracing you in its warmth. You pulled the cover up to your chest and sighed, smiling contentedly. When was the last time you felt this way again? You couldn’t remember, but it didn’t matter.

Because as soon as you closed your eyes, the caress on your hair immediately lulled you into sleep.

***

‘Hello.’

The sunlight that streamed through the window did nothing to warm the cold that enveloped your body. The magnetic letters on the fridge suddenly formed a greeting that had you nearly dropping the plate on your hands. You put it on the dining table and breathed heavily, holding your chest. The sound of your thundering heart drowned out the birdsong from the outside, but you managed to peer at your father. Fortunately, he was busy fixing the cufflinks in the living room with his back on you. Based on his casual attitude, you presumed the ghost hadn’t shown himself to your father. If at all.

You turned to face the fridge as if it was an ancient tablet you needed to decipher. Should you answer it? Well, it was a polite thing to do, wasn’t it? Glancing at your father once again, you swallowed and replaced the ‘ello’ part with an ‘i’ so it formed a ‘hi’. You kept staring at it even when you were eating, trying to see the magic formed in front of your eyes. But your father’s body soon blocked your sight, and you were forced to look up.

“I’m gonna head to work. Take care of the house, okay?”

“Okay, Dad.”

Even when you tried to peek behind his back, there was no answer. Even when your father had long left the house, there was still no answer.

But the pair of hands that held your shoulders from behind when you were standing in front of the hallway mirror soon quenched your curiosity.

“Peek a boo.”

You screamed and jumped away, nearly crashing against the mirror behind you. The ghost guffawed whilst clutching his stomach and slapping his thigh. It reminded you of those fake ghosts during Halloween night, except this time, he wasn’t fake. This wasn’t Halloween. And this wasn’t nighttime. You looked back and forth, from him to the mirror, trying to see if you weren’t being crazy. If the mirror also saw what your eyes saw.

And he did appear in both.

“You… you’re that ghost…” you whispered, pointing a shaky finger at him.

The laughter died down as he nodded, humming in agreement.

“Indeed I am. The name’s Jimin, by the way.”

You gaped.

Jimin pouted.

“Aren’t you going to greet me or something? You’ve been so polite to me yesterday. Surely, it’s not a façade, right?”

“N-no, of course not. I–” You moved your mouth, trying to find the right words. Once again, you missed the way his eyes followed your lips. “I’m just… shocked.”

“Is it because I scared you for a bit earlier? Would you be less shocked if I didn’t do that?”

You didn’t think the latter was possible.

“No, I mean… yeah?” you tittered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t expect you to appear.”

“Well, to be honest, I’ve been wanting to show myself again to you yesterday. But you seemed so tired, so… I decided to do it now.” The melancholy dimmed the light in his face, and you realized he was probably as lonely as the house was. The nearest neighbors were a few kilometers away, after all. “Thank you for… acknowledging my existence too. Nobody has ever done that before.”

“I-it’s nothing. The least I could do is to respect you since you’re, you know, the true owner of this house.”

He smiled again, but the traces of darkness in his eyes swirled like a whirlpool. You hoped it didn’t suck you in. You hoped it never sucked you in. Jimin liked you, so he wouldn’t do anything to you and your father, right?

***

For the next few weeks, Jimin became even bolder with his presence. Sometimes he’d wash your dishes, turn on the washing machine once you’d finished putting all the laundry inside, and give you a glass of water when you felt thirsty. But just like a human, he wasn’t always helpful to be around. Sometimes he’d mess with your hair when you were trying to fix it, knock some things off, and misplace your belongings. He reminded you of a cat – a black cat, to be exact – with his mystery, elegance, and mischief. He wore a black silk shirt and a matching pants that enhanced his lean figure, coupled with salt-and-pepper hair and a pair of playful grey eyes.

Simply put, he was the most beautiful man you’d ever met. And had he was still alive, you were sure you would’ve been infatuated by him.

But, alas, you both lived in different dimensions, just as you both lived in different timelines.

It didn’t really bother you, though. You were just happy to have such a fun roommate to spend your holiday with before you went back to college, and you thought he felt the same way about you too. After all, he kept smiling, laughing, and pranking you. What else was that if not happiness?

Then again, it was human nature to be attracted to puzzles. So, one day, you mustered the courage to ask about his past.

“… Is it okay if I ask you about how you died, Jimin?”

His shoulders drooped slightly like a withering flower, and you wondered if you should retract your question.

“Well, let’s just say I threw a party because my friends asked me to. We played truth or dare, and one of them challenged me to jump from the window of my room. He said he’d be there to get me, but he didn’t. He just watched me fall and crash to the ground, along with many others, and it was a long time until they called the police.”

You gasped. “That’s horrible! How could they do that?!”

“I was a wallflower back then. Nobody liked me, until a group of popular guys took me as theirs. I thought they were my friends, even if I had to pay for their lunches every day. The day before the party, they forced me to dye my hair so I looked like a grandpa and told me to wear black clothes. So, as a result, I was the center of the attention while the others wore colorful clothes.” he recounted gloomily, twirling a strand of his hair. “But I didn’t know that these clothes would be my last because, you know, black clothes are worn for funerals.”

“Did they get caught?”

He shook his head. “They said it was an accident, and the police let them off the hook just like that. They’re rich too, so…”

“That’s so unfair.” you breathed out in disbelief, feeling your chest tight with indignation and grief for your friend. “You didn’t deserve any of those things, Jimin, and I think you look... handsome with that hair color.”

“You really think so?” he chuckled at your embarrassment, but the lack of gleams in his narrowed eyes betrayed his humorlessness. “Thank you. I was worried that you might think of me as a real grandpa.”

You shook your head and held his hands, smiling reassuringly. A few days after your first proper meeting with him, you discovered that you both could touch each other’s bodies. It’d been a huge blessing, mostly for Jimin himself. He figured it was due to your acknowledgement of his existence that he was able to fully interact with you like a living person could.

“Never. I already know that you look young.”

He squeezed your hands back. “Thank you again, [Name].”

You averted your gaze when his eyes dug too deep into your soul and cleared your throat.

“So, uh, what about your parents? Did they try to press charges or something?”

“Oh, yes, they did. But like I said, my ‘friends’ were rich, so they couldn’t really do anything about it.” he sighed. “My mom tried to kill herself out of grief, but my father managed to stop her. Still, she was the first one to die later on.”

“It really sucks how money can cover almost everything, including your death. I hope you can move on someday, Jimin.”

The temperature suddenly dropped, and shadows appeared like a mist on his face.

“Are you trying to get rid of me, [Name]?”

“What…?” You blanched. “Of course not! I-I just wanted you to become peaceful, is all!”

“If I moved on, I wouldn’t be able to meet you again. And I think that’s a worse punishment than Hell.”

Your eyes widened, and you wanted nothing more than for him to laugh and say that he was just joking.

He didn’t.

Still, you tittered and tried to pull your hands out of his grip. But, as expected, he was too strong for you.

“Is that so? Then, uh, how about the kitchen?” you inquired with a fake enthusiasm and a not-so-fake curiosity. You truly wanted to know why it was so different. “It looks more modern compared to the other rooms.”

Jimin sighed again, but with more weariness than earlier. Your shoulders sagged in relief, relishing in the sun that penetrated the mist even slightly.

“There were two guys who lived here years ago. I think their names are Jin and Hoseok. Jin liked to cook, while Hoseok liked to party. The first thing Jin did when came to this house was to complain about how ugly the kitchen was, so he made some adjustments and here we are.”

“And… why didn’t they live here anymore?”

“Well, they moved out because Hoseok thought this place is too small for the big party he often held.”

You frowned. As much as you believed his stories, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe this one. If Hoseok thought the house was too small, why did he buy it in the first place? Did Jin force him or something? You opened your mouth to ask more, but Jimin gripped your hands.

“I think it’s time for lunch.” He smiled tightly, dangerously. “I’ll help you prepare the plate.”

You nodded timidly and allowed him to guide you to the kitchen. There were times when you forgot he wasn’t a spirit, and there were times when you forgot he wasn’t a human. And with his recent attitude, you weren’t sure if the lines were getting blurrier or clearer.

If your friendship was getting better or worse.

***

Today was the last week of your holiday.

You weren’t really excited about it, but education was education nonetheless. You’d also been keeping in touch with your friends, who all had their fair share of interesting experiences. Though, if you were being pompous, you had the most striking experience than their ‘ordinary’ ones. Because, surely, nobody had a ghost as a friend, right? Let alone as a roommate.

It’d never occurred to you that you had to tell Jimin about this, and when he caught you putting some clothes into your suitcase, he piped up.

“What are you doing?”

You shrugged.

“Just preparing some clothes for college later.”

“College?”

You paused your activity at his rising tone and looked up at him. Jimin stood with the most scandalized expression you’d ever seen from him.

“Wha– I thought you already know!”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you’re in college? And that you also–”

He motioned to the stacks of clothes.

“Duh.” He rolled his eyes. “Just because I’m a ghost doesn’t mean I’m all-seeing, okay?”

You stared at him dumbly.

Jimin huffed at you exasperatedly.

“Look, you already have your father, right?” he asked as he began to move your shirts out of the suitcase. “So that means you don’t need to study anymore.”

“I can’t do that!”

“And why not?!”

“Because–!” You flailed your hands, trying to make him understand without having to explain things. Then again, why would he ask such an obvious question? “Education is important if I wanna have a job!”

“What makes you think you’re going to get one right after graduation?”

You gaped. You knew he was right, as painful as it was to admit it. But as your friend, he should’ve known better than to discourage you like this, right? Heck, you even wished for him to move on when he told you about his past! So why couldn’t he do the same?!

You stared at him, at those grey eyes that reminded you of a storm. A whirlpool. A void. Tempting. Luring. Drowning. And your heart subsequently dropped.

“No,” you whispered timidly yet resolutely. “I won’t stay here. I have a bright future ahead of me, even if I don’t get a job right away.”

“You want to leave me, after everything I’ve done to you?” Jimin slowly cocked his head, hands shooting out to strangle your neck before you could move away. The shadows in his eyes spread until they resembled a pair of obsidians. “You want to leave me, after everything I’ve told you?”

Tempting. Luring. Drowning.

“Jimin, you’re… you’re hurting me.” you whined, clawing at his hands.

“You think it hurts? You think being squeezed like this is painful? Well, how do you think being abandoned by your one and only friend feels like, hm?” he hissed. “And how do you think dying from falling feels like, hm? Is it less painful than the one you’re feeling right now? Tell me, [Name], because I really want to know.”

“Snap… out of it, Jimin...!”

The spirit glowered at you for another moment before pushing your face as if it was dirt.

“You’re going to regret it if you keep being stubborn, [Name].”

His warning echoed in the confine of the walls as he vanished, bringing all the shadows and coldness with him. You gasped for air and stared at the spot he once stood, trying to make sense of things. Would it be better if you ignored him since the beginning? Would it be better if you’d been skeptical instead? You just wanted to give him the respect that he deserved so he wouldn’t do anything to you both. Your father was the only family member you had ever since your mother’s passing, and you wouldn’t know what to do if he died.

But it seemed that you’d made the wrong choice all along.

And Jimin truly kept his promise, or warning, because for the next few days leading up to your departure, you began to experience supernatural attacks from him. The cabinets would open by themselves, the plates would break, and the utensils would fall. You still had the scar when a knife suddenly zoomed past you, slicing your cheek in the process. It was a shallow wound, but the horror of it all just served to intensify the pain. Your hair would be yanked out of nowhere like a translucent and violent school bully, your clothes would scatter everywhere including your laundry, and one of your legs would be dragged out of the bed in some nights even when you were sleeping in another room.

You’d cried at your father to move out already, but with the limited budget he had, you were forced to stay. At least until you finally left. You thought – you prayed – it’d stop too, but the last straw was when you saw a bloody handprint on the bathroom mirror on one morning.

So, here you were, bawling on the floor of your room and begging to the thin air.

“I’m sorry, okay?! I’m so sorry for offending you, just please stop! Please stop attacking me!”

“If I do that, would you consider staying too?”

You whipped around to find Jimin standing inside the curtains and gazing down through the window, reminding you of your very first day of moving. He turned to look at you.

“Well?”

You merely sniffled.

“No answer? What a shame. I was so ready to forgive you too.”

“Okay.” you sobbed. “I won’t… I won’t leave you. I promise.”

“Really? You’ll do that for me? Aw, sweetheart. You never failed to make my cold, dead heart beat again, do you?” Jimin beckoned you towards him. “Come here.”

You obeyed. Anything to make him stop.

“I love you, you know that?” He grasped your hand and stroked the hair away from your sweaty forehead. “I was about to confess to you, but I found you packing up and I just… snapped.”

You flinched unwittingly.

“I suppose I should apologize too, shouldn’t I?” He leaned forward to whisper in your ear, a low and dark voice reminiscent of a demon. “If only you don’t make a promise you can’t keep.”

You stiffened. Did he eavesdrop on your conversation with your father? You supposed he did. He was a ghost, after all. He might’ve claimed to not be all-seeing, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be anywhere and everywhere at the same time.

“But don’t worry, I lied about one thing too. Remember about those two roommates, Jin and Hoseok?”

Hesitantly, you nodded. Why was he telling you about this now? You even forgot about them.

“Well, I lied about Hoseok moving out. It was only Jin, because Hoseok died.” Jimin intoned. “You know about the saying that history repeats itself, right? Well, one night, Hoseok was challenged to jump from this same window, from the same game. One of his friends said he’d catch him, but he didn’t. Not because he was a terrible friend like mine did, but because I pushed him away.”

You froze.

“I never really liked popular guys ever since I died, you see. And I felt an indescribable hatred when I first saw Hoseok too, so why not kill two birds at once by killing him and kicking Jin out of my house?” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Anyway, Hoseok didn’t immediately die, mind you. He broke some of his bones, so he was brought to the hospital. But, luckily, he died in there. Jin felt guilty and decided to start anew somewhere. So, I guess he was a bit terrible as a friend too, but whatever.”

Jimin spread his arms wide as if he was introducing you to an invisible audience.

“And now, here you are! My favorite roommate of all.”

You tensed up, and you belatedly realized that you were standing near the window now.

The window that had been opened even though you remembered keeping it closed.

“And because you respect me as the true owner of this house, you’ll do as I say, no?”

Your eyes widened, and you instinctively screamed when he shoved you out of the window. You outstretched your hands for a help that never arrived before they collapsed beside you, broken by a loud and sickening crack. Blood pooled around your head, while your eyes stared at the pale figure of a man standing in the window of the second floor.

And so, the whirlpool of darkness in Jimin’s eyes finally sucked you in.

“I’ll see you soon, my love.”

Porcelain (Jimin x Reader)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 10.6k

Warnings: Yandere, Stalking, Obsession, Non-Consensual touching, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Murder

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. 

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Preview: This was a dangerous game you were playing. There was something wrong with him, but he may have the answers you’re looking for. He could have something that rekindles the embers of your memory. Maybe you could play him or outsmart him. You could go along with what he wants just until you find out what it is that’s missing from your memory. And then, you run as far away as you can

A/N: Well this was a monster to write! But she is done, and I am extremely happy about that. This has been one of my favorite fics to write so far so I hope you all enjoy it! I can’t wait to see everyone in the comments and asks!

In the corner of your grandmother’s parlor stood a china cabinet full of ornate porcelain dolls. As a child you would beg her to play with them, to change their satin outfits and brush their silky ringlets. But she never permitted you to. She always told you they were collectors items, one of a kind and not meant to be played with by children. And at the time you thought she was being mean, because to you dolls were meant for children not old ladies who refused to take them out of the case lest they be exposed to the dry air and dust.

As an adult, you were glad she never let you touch them. The dolls were beautiful, but so beautiful it was eerie. Their large blue eyes framed by long lashes and paper white skin was unsettling. They were far too perfect, so much so it bothered you that something so lifeless could imitate the human form. If anything, they reminded you of corpses, made to look alive but were so obviously empty.

But your grandmother loved the creepy little things, and you loved her. So there you stood, bag slung over your tense shoulder as you stared into the window of the old shop she frequented when you were younger. The wood was cracked and in desperate need of a paint job, the windows seemed foggy like a thin layer of dust had settled over them. Was the shop even still in business? With only one way to find out your hand grasped the knob of the forest green door and jerked it open, causing the little bell on top of the door to ring as you stepped foot onto the creaky floorboards.

Contrary to the outside, the interior of the shop was impeccable. There wasn’t a speck of dust in sight, which was to be expected with the amount of dolls that lined the walls and crowded the shop. You hesitantly edged your way further into the shop, scanning the rows upon rows of porcelain dolls. Among the sea of porcelain, there was not another person in sight. You listened hard, attempting to find any signs of another person. All you could hear was the soft song playing on the record player and the tapping of the light rain against the window panes. It felt like you had slipped into a little corner of the universe, like you were the only person that knew of the little shop.

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All That Glitters | Jimin x Reader

Pairing: Soft(ish) Yandere Jimin x  Reader 

Word Count: 19k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Touching, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Stalking, Murder, Blood, Abandonment Issues, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not By Jimin), Tsundere Reader, Insinuation of Smut (It’s spicy just not very descriptive),Bullying 

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 the sudden news that you are set to inherit a fortune after the passing of a distant relative you are ready to become an heiress. The only problem is that there is a clause in the contract: in order to receive your inheritance you must be married. So, who better to marry than your high school stalker?

A/N: It’s 3 in the morning and I’m exhausted. This is still the condensed version of the fic. I should have just made it a two part series. Let me know if you would prefer if I cut this fic in half and post them as two parts, whatever is more digestible. Okay, I love you, I can’t wait to see you in the comments and my inbox 💜💜💜

Note: It is not specified where the fic takes place, the school system suggests South Korea but the MC’s job suggests America (the job is a vent piece about my old job) so let’s pretend this stupid car wash chain exists in SK 😂

You let out a deep, tired sigh as you toed your shoes off. Everything was hurting from the arches of your feet to the bend of your shoulders. 

Each day had become utterly boring and utterly the same. It had been another long day of work, longer than you had ever imagined in your youth. When you were younger you had expected so much more of yourself. You had thought by now, at the ripe age of twenty-six, you would have had a high power career, an apartment with a view of the city, and perhaps a boyfriend…or two. 

But life had punched you square in the gut and body slammed you with a reality check. You had spent four years in undergrad slowly accumulating mass amounts of student debt before deciding you hadn’t had enough and wasted four more years in graduate school. You had been lulled into a false sense of comfort. All your life you had been told that you were to go to college, get a degree, and then get a “real” job. You had been dismayed to learn that despite all of your efforts you never secured a job for yourself after graduation. 

In fact, even now you didn’t have the job you had worked so hard for. Instead, you were busting your ass working a minimum wage job catering to ungrateful customers who had been fortunate enough to enter the job market twenty or even thirty years before you who all believed that they deserved your undivided attention and service. 

You were just barely managing nowadays. Your apartment was more of a closet than an apartment. Everything was confined to one room, kitchen, dining, and bedroom, all except for the bathroom. You had a faucet that never stopped leaking and the oddest stains on the wall that you refused to question anymore. To put it plain and simple, you were fucking miserable. 

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i see “cold and super rude jimin”, i like.

.DarkSide.

Teaser. Part One. Part two.

Pairing : dark! Mafia Jimin x reader (f)

Genre : oneshot, yandere, arranged marriage.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings : No warnings for this chapter tbh, just a lot of cursing by our y/n , hot and sexy jimin, mention of violence and blood, angry and frustrated y/n, annoyed jimin, slight angst, cold and super rude jimin. ( the next chapter is probably gonna be full of filth and gore violence. Jimin's darkside will be visible in the next part)

Summary : after the demise of your father, you were forced to marry a mob boss who was a decade older than you. He has always been ruthless and marrying someone like him wasn't your first choice, but living with him made you crave for his attention. For getting his attention you were repeatedly acting out until one day he decided to take the matter in his own hands.

A/N : this is purely fiction, I don't encourage these type of activities outside the fictional world. Please go through the warnings before reading it. But if you would like to read more please let me know. 💗

You were naive, Naive enough to think that love like fairytales exist. Often as child you heard your mother explaining how you were going to get your prince Charming who would take you away from here and will end your misery. You always believed that one day you'll going to find someone who would love you wholeheartedly unlike your dad.

You knew your dad wasn't too emotionally attached to you but you had faith in him that he would find the perfect Prince Charming for you. you barely knew your dad.  He was the boss of one of the biggest gangs in Seoul, and as his only daughter, you had been kept well away from the criminal lifestyle he led. Expensive boarding schools, lavish holidays abroad during Christmas and summer, a fat allowance every month and free reign with his black credit card that you never had to pay off. Growing up, you’d had everything you’d ever wanted – except for the love and attention of a father.

You loved your father, yes you did but you were disappointed when you heard his last wish.

When you thought of marriage, you always wanted someone different from your dad. you thought of tender caresses and knowing smiles between husband and wife. You dreamed of shy, newlywed touches and a honeymoon phase that lasted forever. You dreamed of being doted on, spoiled, taken care of, shown off – you dreamed of it all and wanted it all.

But your father had different wishes. He promised you to someone who isn't even completely familiar with your presence. He didn't even asked you beforehand. You were too shocked and hurt to even voice out your opinion in front of everyone other than your own mother.

“I won’t do it!” You had yelled, stamping your heels against the marble floor of your foyer. “Mom, I swear to God. You can’t make me marry some man I don’t even know, just because Dad wanted me to! For fucksakes, I’m meant to be going to las Vegas with the girls next week! The Vegas, Mom! Not a wedding! Not my own fucking wedding!”

“You have to.” Your mother had said simply. “It’s been arranged. It has been for a long time. You may not have known it, but your father and the Park family have been planning this union for years. To bring the two biggest families in the city together as one. It’s what your father would have wanted. And Park Jimin has graciously agreed to marry you. It’s all set.”

“Fuck Park Jimin ” You had whined. You knew him. You had seen him around the few summers you had actually spent in your hometown. He was older than you, a fair bit older. But he was handsome – every girl in the area was crazy about him. He was also silent, brooding, dangerous – the man in charge of the one gang bigger and deadlier than your father’s. “I don’t care what he’s agreed to. I’m not agreeing. You hear me, Mom? I don’t want this. It’s not happening. It won’t happen. I won’t let it!”

Your wedding was held privately, only yours and Jimin's family were present. You had to admit, Jimin was looking the finest piece of ass on your wedding.  Shoulders broad and fit snugly into a black and white tux. Blonde hair neatly gelled back. You wondered if Jimin is really forced by his parents too. Because every time he looked at you, he smiled. The softest kind of smile. The kind of smile which told you he isn't here because he was forced to.

You never knew Jimin personally, you've only heard about him. Even if he's smiling at you like he's the kindest person you've ever met,  you should know he is NOT. He's the head of the underworld's dirty business, he takes care of every illegal shit out there with a smile. He's ruthless, cold, dangerous and what not, you've heard every thing about him.

You still had a vague memory his, when you were in  your last year of school and your cousin had taken you to a club, showing your fake id to the security. You saw him there, surrounded by girls. There were rumours about him, about his bachelor lifestyle, how he used girl after girl and then discarded them without a second glance. Somehow, it didn’t make sense for a man like that to be settling down.

But Jimin seemed so assured as he said his vows, exuding power and charm with every word he spoke; even the small crowd seemed amazed by him. Which was crazy to you, because all of them must know that this whole thing was an act, right? But when it was all said and done, and Jimin leaned down and kissed you, pressed his pillowy lips softly against yours and held your jaw gently as he did, you could feel your heart flutter just a tiny bit.

Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad.

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" Fuck, it taste like shit. " You whined as you tasted the kimchi stew. You exactly made it like the recipe which the maid gave you, but guess you can't actually cook. For once you wanted to do something like an actual housewife does. But it's all in vain, you can't serve this to Jimin. You pinched your nose in disgust and threw the food in the bin, washed your hand and settled down on a nearby chair.

Jimin would be home soon- you called him before to make sure if he's coming tonight or not. Almost every three or four days in a week, Jimin stayed outside because of his illegal work. You thought of making him dinner but now you are back to zero.

You have to think fast before he arrives. You can't serve him nothing, nor like he would care- you murmured bitterly. You walked up to the front door, swinging it open. The guard on duty raised an eyebrow at you.

" What do you want Mrs. Park.? " The guard asked.

" I cooked shit, so make one of your guys go and get rose ttaekboki for two people along with some cheese gimbap and make sure to add the glass noodles in ttaekboki. " You ordered and the Guard immediately nodded his head, gesturing to the other guy to bring it for you.

Jimin sure did have a lot of guys stationed outside his house – “Anything else, Mrs. Park ?” the guard asked.

" No, that will be all. " You as you closed the door and went back inside. That was one perk of being the wife of Park Jimin -  having about a dozen of his   men working for him at your beck and call. They’d get the food and wine and anything else you asked for, knowing Jimin would do something drastic like have them killed if they disobeyed.

You wonder if they knew what happens inside the house.

Jimin isn't really fond of you. He made sure to let you know that when you guys returned back from your wedding. As depressing as it sounded. You didn’t even know why you were bothering to ensure there was food for him when he got home. Because he had let you know from the moment that he married you, he hated your guts.

When you first arrived here, after your wedding you still remember his actions. You had grown up with money but it was nothing compared to how lavish Jimin's house was. He had pools, tennis courts, an indoor cinema, he practically lived in a palace. And he had stood to the side, hands in his pocket and an unreadable expression on his face and you on the other hand were feeling giddy to see such luxury.

Your room’s on the second floor, third door.” Jimin had said curtly. “All your suitcases have been unpacked. The maids are in their quarters downstairs if you need anything else.” And then he had left. Without another word. Just turned on his heel and walked out the door, probably to attend to some type of his wicked business – on his wedding night no less.

And three months later, it was still more of the same. Jimin barely looked at you, barely spoke a word to you unless he really had to. You hadn’t even seen the inside of his bedroom, and he had never stepped foot inside yours. Your bedroom which was all soft pastel coloured and girly, fluffy  rug and vanity table and everything. You wondered if he’d ordered it to be decorated exactly to your taste, thinking it was what you’d like – which it was – but no. Jimin barely knew you, he hadn’t even tried to get to know you.

The only time Jimin did act like a normal, nice and loving husband was in public. In the eyes of other people, he was perfect, doting, amazing. Often, you’d go to events with him, club appearances or charity galas thrown by his business partners – fronts for more money laundering, undoubtedly, not that Jimin ever shared any inside knowledge about his business with you.

And you’d be on his arm at those galas, dressed in some expensive dress you’d bought with his money, letting him parade you around with his large hand on the small of your back. And you had to give Jimin props for his acting skills, because he’d look at you with sparkling black eyes that actually looked like they were in love – how did he even do that? – and he’d introduce you as his wife, he’d kiss you, whisper softly to you, tuck your hair behind your ear. And everyone would smile and congratulate you both on being such a beautiful couple.

And then you would come home, and he would go to his room and you would go to yours. No words spoken. No more touches. No more smiles. Not even a look.

So you couldn't understand why we're you stressing yourself for him. You shouldn't care if he's well fed or not. Three months into the marriage and you can't believe nothing has changed, and you don't think it'll ever change.

But still you try, wearing a cute blue knee length dress, bought by of course Jimin's card now, styled your hair in a cute messy bun and few strands of your hair were falling on your face which made you look cute tbh.

You wish that Jimin might today notice and realise that, oh my wife is looking actually cute and hot and maybe i should treat her more like a wife or maybe a human atleast......... You thought bitterly.

The doorbell rang. It was one of Jimin’s guys, a bag of food in his hand. He handed it to you quickly, barely making eye contact with you before scurrying away. That was another thing. Ever since you’d married Jimin, no other man ever looked your way. Which sucked, because you had liked the attention. And it wasn’t like you were getting any from your husband.

You had just finished setting the table when his Highness came home. Jimin was imposing as he walked in through the door, acting like he owned the place – which he did. He had on a white dress shirt, collar button undone and sleeves rolled up, and specks of suspicious red dotting the otherwise pristine white fabric. He had his suit jacket scrunched up in his hand, and his blonde hair looked tousled, like he’d run his hand through it many times throughout the day.

He looked like he’d come straight home after torturing some poor somebody, but you had to admit he still looked unreal. He always looked handsome.

" Hyung, I don't want to deal with that shit right now. I have a lot to deal with already, just take care of it and I'm not repeating myself. " Jimin was obviously talking to someone while he walked towards you.  It was pretty normal for you now, just some criminal men talking about criminal shit everyday which you found plainly boring.

Once Jimin finished talking, you looked up then only. God, you would stop breathing if he continued to run his hand through his already messy hair. Words caught up in your throat as he quirked an eyebrow.

"Do you want to say something? " Jimin asked as he tossed his jacket on the sofa and wiped his sweat from his forehead.

" You must be hungry, I ordered the food. Have some. " You said as you tried looking somewhere else other than him. You practically cringed because  of your wavering tone.

Jimin threw a glance towards you and then sat on the on the chair.

" I have some people coming over tonight.” He said, surveying the food, the kitchen, the fridge, the floor, and then gracing you with eye contact that lasted about two seconds before it was back on the food again, “You need to be inside your room around 9pm. Get all you need from downstairs before then. Don’t come down here after that, got it?”

He said and he didn't even waited for you to respond, instead picking up his plate and heading down towards the office. His office, where he practically lived. Where he would go disappear whenever he chose to stay at home and you hated the fact that he doesn't give two shits about you.

" Are you Fucking serious.? Huh? " You said as you stood abruptly from your chair making a skeech noice. Jimin stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at you.

What the fuck is his problem? You can't fucking believe him. Is he doing this on purpose? Making you loose your mind? You don't even fucking know at this point.

" What do you think of yourself? Are you my dad? Ordering me shits around. You can't just lock me in my room every fucking time jimin. It's also my fuckin house. " You raised your voice as you walked towards him.

" Watch your tone y/n. You won't like to cross your limits. " Jimin's eyes flashed warningly, his tone authoritative yet somehow still nonchalant. As if he was speaking to one of his subordinates, rather than his own wife. “And I’m serious. Grab your things and go to your room before 9pm.” He said as he continued walking towards the hall, you followed him. You can't muffle your thoughts this time.

" Why, why the fuck do you want me to stay in my room after 9pm . What, is your other whore gonna be around? Is this the reason park? " You asked sarcastically really letting it go with the expletives. God. He made you so angry – marching into the house, not even thanking you for the food – it was takeout, but still he should have thanked you- and then ordering you to go to your room like you were five fucking years old.

" Don't you dare talk like that to me love.” Jimin eyed you annoyingly because you could say that you were crossing your limits, and as if on cue, his phone began buzzing in his pocket. It was probably some cranky drug lord on the other end, since those were the type of people you knew he worked with on a regular basis. " I don't have time for this drama of yours right now but I'll talk to you later about this. " He ran his hand through his hair for the 6-7 time annoyingly before turning his heels back.

He twisted the knob of his office door and said, " Don't make me repeat myself y/n. Go to your room before 9pm or else you'll regret it. " And with that he disappeared in his office.

Fuck him. You thought, stewing and swearing as you stomped your way up the stairs. Tears stinging your eyes as you marched towards your room. Out of sheer irritation and spite, you took out your phone out and quickly bought one necklace and anklet of Cartier along with 3 heels from Manolo Blahnik, rapidly typing out Jimin's card information before you could change your mind. The notification from his bank would probably piss him off, but it wouldn’t really make a dent on his bank balance. No. This wasn’t enough. You wanted to push him even further.

It seemed like the only time Jimin spoke more than two words to you was when he was ordering you or angry at you. Well. You could give him something to get angry over. You could give him plenty to get angry over. No more playing at caring little housewife. It was time to get creative.

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Link to General Masterlist !!

I’ll Give You Anything (Just Not That) 

➵ You want to go outside, but to get what you want, you’ll have to let Jimin have what he wants first. 

yandere au, dubious consent, mature content

Rainy Days 

➵ The rain might be cold, but you have the love of two boys to keep you warm, so you know you’ll be just fine.

vmin x reader, mature content, fluff

Precious 

➵ For as long as you can remember, you’ve been in love with Park Jimin. Real love, not that wishy-washy crap they tell you about. You would do anything to be with Jimin, including going on a date with an unfortunate guy in order to provoke Jimin’s jealousy…

yandere jimin x yandere reader, murder, violence

Finish That Sentence…

➵ When he opened his mouth again, you could taste the anger dripping past those sinful lips.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Kitten, when I say No… it isn’t a suggestion.”

“Good, I didn’t ask for one.”

smut, yandere jimin, daddy kink

Sleeping On The Couch

➵ Jimin is bad at keeping his cool when someone touches you, and you are even worse at staying mad at him.

“I hate you.”

“No, baby, you don’t.”

soft yandere, smut, smug jimin is my kink

Moonlight

➵ Your mother has always warned you against entering the forest. Two years ago, your friend Jimin was lost to the trees, with no one brave enough to search after him. But, when you find yourself unable to resist the tug of adventure, you run into Jimin, rumpled, but alive. Can you and Jimin escape the clutches of the forest? And can you discover what- or who- is behind the disappearances that plague your village?

yandere, supernatural au, kidnapping

Love You A Latte

➵ You have always wanted a story book romance, no matter how many times your friends tell you it’s unrealistic, and even unhealthy to have such high expectations. You can’t help but yearn for the one who will make your heart sing, who will captivate you with one word, who will treat you like you’re worth more than anything else in the world… and then Park Jimin crashes into your life, with a pretty smile and a warm cup of vanilla latte with your name on it.

soft yandere, mfeeu! verse, brief smut

arte factum | pjm

After your ex-husband is found dead in his house, you’re burdened with the well-being of his latest invention, a good-looking, polite android who seems to have a peculiar interest in you.

Word count: 17k

Warnings: smut, somnophilia, obsessive behaviour, suicide, mentions of domestic and psicological abuse.

# Artifical Intelligence AU, horror, sci-fi, sub!Jimin, dom!female reader, yandere!android Jimin, vouyerism, he uses one of her panties to jerk off 😭, ma’am/Master kink, homeboy just doesn’t handle well seeing her naked, creampie, ‘unprotected’ vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), nipple play, overstimulation, fingering, horny groping, he needs to chill, face-fucking him with her fingers? idk.

A/N: lots of plot, read with caution. I don’t really know what else to say. Just, hm, enjoy the filth? Sub!yanderes are probably one of my lowest fantasies 😗✌️

Read this story listening to its own Spotify playlist.

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Treasure✧yandere!dragon!pjm

Jimin loves to collect sparkly riches and playthings. You just happen to be the next treasure that ignited his obsessive desires.

Type: Faerie dragon hybrid ✦18+  ✦xtremity; 6 ✦pairing: Faerie dragonhybrid Jimin x female reader ✦genre: pwp smut, hybrid, yandere, fairy tale ✦word count: 4.7k ✦warnings: light stalking, he calls you treasure a lot hah, possessive/obsessive behavior, dubcon, profanity, smut, you guys begged for big dragon dick here you go, mouth fucking, cum feeding, jimin licks your panties lmao, Torrential downpour of cum(thanks chim), his cock bulges your stomach?, rough fucking, degdrading dirtytalk, impreg kink, fluffy ending if you squint.

A/N: idk what the fuck this is, the plot is made up for the sake of smut and I just wanted to get some good dick in. I hope you enjoy, please praise me if you liked it, I worked hard on this. xoxo Also big thank you to my lovely @carly-bean-blog​ for making this gorgeous banner edit of my faerie jimin, ily <3

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All That Glitters | Jimin x Reader

Pairing: Soft(ish) Yandere Jimin x  Reader 

Word Count: 19k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Touching, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Stalking, Murder, Blood, Abandonment Issues, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not By Jimin), Tsundere Reader, Insinuation of Smut (It’s spicy just not very descriptive),Bullying 

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 the sudden news that you are set to inherit a fortune after the passing of a distant relative you are ready to become an heiress. The only problem is that there is a clause in the contract: in order to receive your inheritance you must be married. So, who better to marry than your high school stalker?

A/N: It’s 3 in the morning and I’m exhausted. This is still the condensed version of the fic. I should have just made it a two part series. Let me know if you would prefer if I cut this fic in half and post them as two parts, whatever is more digestible. Okay, I love you, I can’t wait to see you in the comments and my inbox 💜💜💜

Note: It is not specified where the fic takes place, the school system suggests South Korea but the MC’s job suggests America (the job is a vent piece about my old job) so let’s pretend this stupid car wash chain exists in SK 😂

You let out a deep, tired sigh as you toed your shoes off. Everything was hurting from the arches of your feet to the bend of your shoulders. 

Each day had become utterly boring and utterly the same. It had been another long day of work, longer than you had ever imagined in your youth. When you were younger you had expected so much more of yourself. You had thought by now, at the ripe age of twenty-six, you would have had a high power career, an apartment with a view of the city, and perhaps a boyfriend…or two. 

But life had punched you square in the gut and body slammed you with a reality check. You had spent four years in undergrad slowly accumulating mass amounts of student debt before deciding you hadn’t had enough and wasted four more years in graduate school. You had been lulled into a false sense of comfort. All your life you had been told that you were to go to college, get a degree, and then get a “real” job. You had been dismayed to learn that despite all of your efforts you never secured a job for yourself after graduation. 

In fact, even now you didn’t have the job you had worked so hard for. Instead, you were busting your ass working a minimum wage job catering to ungrateful customers who had been fortunate enough to enter the job market twenty or even thirty years before you who all believed that they deserved your undivided attention and service. 

You were just barely managing nowadays. Your apartment was more of a closet than an apartment. Everything was confined to one room, kitchen, dining, and bedroom, all except for the bathroom. You had a faucet that never stopped leaking and the oddest stains on the wall that you refused to question anymore. To put it plain and simple, you were fucking miserable. 

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