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| yandere seokjin | a guard hurts you

Yandere seokjin x reader

(This was only meant to be agnst only but got a lil fluffy at the end)

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Warning: violence, murder, yandere behavior, possessive behavior, bad language

Seokjin closed the door locking it behind him and hung up his coat, he was just about to go upstairs to find you until he heard you wailing coming from the kitchen. He quickly rushed over to the kitchen seeing you curled up against the wall with blood dripping down your arms and legs, glass shattered all around you.

A guard stood over you holding a wine glass in his hands will shouting "shut up whore! I'll do it again and you'll have to take full responsibility for it!" Rage was already boiling in jin and he let it all out. He ran at the guard harshly beating him as the guard screamed, you covered your ears trying to block everything out. Seokjin to peace of glass stabbing it into his throat. The man dropped dead on the ground.

Jin turned to you, his whole attitude changed. He kicked the shattered glass aside and bent down in front of you and put his hand over your already closed eyes, removing your hands from your ears with the other. "Baby, keep your eyes closed ok?" You nodded. "Ok let's go," he said picking you up wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you upstairs to the bathroom. He placed you on the bathtub rim and got out his medical bag. "You can open your eyes now baby girl." You reluctantly opened your eyes, "there's no reason to be scared anymore" he said starting to take out small piece of glass in your leg.

Once he finished he ran a warm bath for you and helped you in making sure to clean you of all the dry blood while calmly singing to you. After he finished he dried you off and placed colorful bandaids over the small scratches kissing them every time. "Go to bed ok? " you nodded standing up "ill join you soon enough, i have a mess to clean up,"

| yandere seokjin | ballroom dance

Yandere Jin x reader

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( i dreamed this and just had to write it)

Jin sat two seats away from you in the back of the class. His favorite thing to do was watching you like he was right now, clicking his pen and watching you as you did your work with your best friend.

You leaned into your friend as she whispered something into your ear when pulled back you gave her a surprised look. Jin could see you mouth a 'really' your friend nodded before pointing at jin.

Fuck, had she noticed? He quickly looked down at his work but could see you look at him from the corner of his eye. He saw you turn in your chair to look at him tilting your head a little before turning back around. He let out a sigh of relief.

After 20 more minutes, the bell rang and seokjin began to pack his bag. "Excuse me, seokjin?" He froze for a minute before seeing you by his side. His heart started racing 10 times faster and he felt his cheeks start to glow red. "Uh, yes?" He gulped. "My friend told me you do ballroom dancing, i was wondering if you could help me learn a few dances. For prom" jin could just explode from happiness right now. You wanted him to help you?! Out of all the dancing students, you wanted him to be the one you dance with?!

"Of course, I'd love to-" he stated a little too bluntly "when would you like to start?" He asked "oh, well i guess thats up to you, I'm free all week" you smiled "wanna do it now! I mean the dance room is always open after school" he stated "oh, ok. That sounds good"

He leads you to the empty dance room and turned on the lights. He went over to the radio playing classical music, "ready?" He asked politely. You nodded with a smile, he placed your hand on his shoulder and his left hand on your waist holding your other hand in his. He could just smack his lips onto yours right now but he held himself back.

You began to dance together as jin guided you with numbers and words laughing at the few times you stepped on his foot. After about an hour of dancing, you stopped. "Do you want water?" Jin asked pulling out a water bottle from the cooler. You nodded with a smile taking the bottle from him, "so jin, who do you plan on going to prom with?" 'You' he mentally said "i-i don't know yet. Um what about you?" He asked a little worry some "I don't know either" he mentally sighed in relief 'i still have a chance'

"Well, we should get going it's getting dark and i have to get something to eat" you smiled grabbing your bag. "Wait" you paused your movement turning back to jin "let me take you out to eat, maybe a date?" He asked nervousness could be heard in his voice, you were honestly a little surprised that jin himself would ask you out. "Sure, a date it is"

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A/N: please keep in mind stories before this was made may not follow his new yandere personality (12/7/2020)

Warning: yandere theme, toxic relationship, violence

Danger level: 6/10

- jin might not be such a danger to you but he's not afraid to shed some blood for something as simple as an accidental bump on the shoulder.

- jin isn't very violent with his love but he isn't hesitant to slap you for an attitude adjustment. He's a short-tempered man and may not easy get ticked off but he isn't afraid to scold you harshly when you push his final buttons.

- jin is a million who makes thounds from his father company, he became the new eco after his fathers passing.

- jin didn't like flaunting his money often but his father taught him that gifts and food were the quickest way to a women's heart, that's how his father won his mother over after all.

- he often invited you over for a nice dinner and movie before things got serious and he decided he couldn't risk you leaving at any time and locked you up in his penthouse.

- don't worry, you have plenty of things to keep you entertained while seokjins out at work, like the movie theater, basketball court, or gaming room all in one house.

- jin is a man of traditions, he likes dates like picnics, fancy dinner, or movies with the occasional cafe coffee trip.

- jin isn't very clingy but possessive, yes. He does not take politely to others trying to steal what's his.

- he'll throw any amount of money to keep you happy and all you have to do is show him, love, even if you don't mean it

(Asks yandere jin anything you please)

Kingpin - Teaser

MafiaBoss!KimSeokjin

Warnings: Aged Up Jin, Aged Up Namjoon, subtle yandere Jin, kidnapping, implied murder, Namjoon is a dick in this and also low-key the bad guy which sucks but this world needs more Namjoon villain roles am I right, if I think of anything else as I write the story I'll write it in the warnings of future chapters

Kim Seokjin.

37 Years of age.

The head of the biggest crime syndicate in South Korea.

He had everything. Money, power, allies. You name it. Except for one.

He didn't have someone to share it with. It was never a problem with Jin until his friend invites him to a wedding and he sees how happy they are.

And then he spotted her at the ceremony.

Her name?

Jang Soomin.

He had to have her. For he was Kim Seokjin.

And what the kingpin wants, the kingpin gets.

Coming Soon.

YOUNG: CHAPTER I.

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Genre: Hybrid AU, Yandere AU, Royal AU.

WARNINGS: Heavy, Mature Themes, Mentions of Death, Violence, Dub-Con, Sexual Content, Personality Disorders, Toxic Relationships, and Behavior. Strictly 18+.

I do not own BTS, nor does this reflect their real personalities in any way. The only reason they have been mentioned is to indicate the physical appearance of a FICTIONAL character.

I DO NOT condone any of the actions or behaviors mentioned in this work. This purely written for entertainment purposes, and is a figment of imagination.

A/N: Alright, this is the first official chapter, and hope it's not a complete shit waste of time so some of you can actually enjoy it. Also, apologies if it it seems a bit awkward, I've never written from a Fem reader perspective, but I'm learning, so bear with me.

READ First >>>> Prologue

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Y/N'S P.O.V.

It was cold, unbearably so, the bitter bite of frost nipping at everything it touched, causing the room to stir from its previous slumber, awaking y/n along with it. The quiet, low shuffling noises of the other maids moving about, alerted her that dawn was coming soon, and though she'd much rather disappear into an eternal sleep, with the promise of never waking up, she knew that if she didn't get up, everyone would pay for it.

Sluggishly, y/n forced her body out of the bed while rubbing the sleep from her tired eyes, shivering slightly as her bare feet made contact with the freezing stone floor, before reaching to grab the thin fabric of her maid gown. It was an ugly little dress with scratchy material that made her itch all over moment she pulled it over her head, but never the less, she stood, straightening it out before tying a black apron around her petite waist, humming softly once she was satisfied with the way it looked. Finishing up, she lazily combed her fingers through the messy (h/c) locks of her hair, and prayed that she looked somewhat presentable before tugging on a black pair of shoes, just as cheaply made as the dress she wore. Hissing softly to herself, she winced, trying to ignore the way her blisters from the previous day rubbed against the back of the shoes, while running forward to take her place in the line that had formed near the door, awaiting the schedule of the day.

This had been a routine for the past six months, since she and the others were brought to the Jung residence. A routine of waking up, dressing herself, and preforming assigned chores that she was given throughout the manor. Some days, she got lucky, and got tasked with cleaning the library, or gardens, but other days, she was less fortunate, being assigned the basements. The basements, the dungeon, the hole, one of many names assigned to the place, as it was a prison where the master of the house threw disobedient humans. Y/n had never met any of the masters that resided here, or even seen them for that matter, but from what she had seen down there, she knew they had to be cruel and hoped she'd never come to meet them.

"It's too early to be thinking so hard, y/n." Someone suddenly voiced in an amused tone, pulling the girl from her previous state of thought, and causing y/n to blink up bewildered. There stood, in all her glory, her best friend, and fellow maid, Rien.

Rien had got here just a few months before y/n did, and she too had lost her family when the hybrids raided her village. She and her little sister had been the only ones kept alive, but unfortunately, Rein was the only one who survived the month long trek to the Jung residence. According to the other maids, she was inconsolable for weeks until y/n got there, and with a couple of poorly cracked jokes, and awkward silences, Rien and her had both become each others rocks. While Rien often vented, and sought comfort in the small girl, she also protected her from the other not so nice girls here, who tended to pick on y/n for her meek stature, and innocent personality. In her opinion, Rien was everything y/n was not, A tall, beautiful, fiery red head who oozed confidence, but never the less, y/n was most grateful to have her as a companion.

"On contrary, Ri, and perhaps if you thought a little more, you wouldn't end up in as much trouble as you do." Y/n teased playfully, giggling as an annoyed pout made its way onto her friends face.

"Please, this place would be as boring as it is daft without me here stirring it up a bit. Now come on, I already got our schedules for us. We're in the kitchens today." The girl said while placing her hands on her hips, a prideful look in her emerald eyes, and y/n smiled brightly before grasping the other girls hand, and tugging her in the kitchens direction.

The two girls ran gleefully down the hall, stopping briefly at a closet to fill their cleaning buckets with supplies, before pushing through two large dark oak doors, revealing a giant kitchen inside.

This room never failed to amaze y/n, leaving her to stare in awe at all the items aligning the white counters, seemingly too fancy to ever even be used. This place was a chef's dream, her dream, and how she longed to take one of the cookbooks off the shelves, and make something she could share with the others.

"Stop daydreaming, y/n. These floors aren't going to clean themselves, and you know Sari will come to bother us soon." Rien voiced softly, mentioning the head maid, and patting y/n's shoulder, before heading towards the back of the room.

She was right, so with one last longing glance, y/n hiked up her dress slightly, and sunk to her knees, before taking her bucket, and getting to work. The two girls chatted as they scrubbed, telling jokes, and making fun of the different items they had come across in their time here. Like the fancy toilets with too many buttons, or the expensive pictures with a splat of paint that seemed to line a majority of the bedroom walls, it was amusing, and y/n couldn't help from laughing at the absurdity of these items.

So lost in her fit of laughter, y/n failed to notice the kitchen door creek open, and figure watch them curiously. What she did notice, however, was how Rien seemed to freeze in her steps, as she went to fetch her bucket so they could leave, and she too hesitated, before calling out to her friend.

"Ri, what is it? Did we miss something?" She questioned the other girl who didn't respond, but instead, bowed at a 90 degree angle, before motioning for y/n to do the same. It was only with her friends figure out of the way that she noticed the tall man standing at the edge of the marble counter staring down at her, and though she didn't know who he was, she immediately stumbled her feet, and bowed as well. This man looked scary, sleek nose, and dark eyes that had the faintest gleam of a smile in them. He had to be someone important for Rien to react so timidly, and y/n wondered if he was perhaps one of the butlers that resided in the manor, and if he was going to scold them for messing around so carelessly. Her thoughts were cut short though as another person entered the kitchen, one of which she recognized, Sari. The short woman immediately took notice of the man before lowering her head fearfully and bowing;

"Master Jung, your presence was not expected so early, forgive me for putting these two in your way." She apologized, a slight shake in her voice as man stepped closer, and y/n could feel herself start to shake too. Of all people they had to come across, it was no other than the master of the house, infamous for his hatred of her kind, and as a loud smack resonated throughout the room, her suspicions were proved. This was not someone whom she should take lightly.

"I don't remember giving you permission to speak to me." His voice growled out, as his lips curled into a scowl, and y/n felt her eyes widen in horror at the two canines that extended from his gums. Sari simply cried, attempting to apologize again as he towered over her, unamused at how she cupped her cheek, and cowered.  He must be a monster, surely, didn't he know how much stronger his kind was compared to them? Yet, he gave no mercy as he landed a kick to the woman's abdomen, sending her skidding across the newly cleaned floors.

A whimper left y/n's mouth at the sound of Sari's body hitting the wall, and suddenly she could feel his burning gaze on her. She said nothing, not even willing herself to breath, as he moved near her, flinching only when she felt his hand forcibly lifted her chin, and she stared back at him, eyes full of fear. He said nothing for a long moment, the pad of his thumb swiping at y/n's jaw, as his eyes seemingly looked her, checking for something. Irritation suddenly took over his expression as he pushed the small girl away, causing her to fall harshly on her backside, before walking out from where he had come, but not before muttering one last sentence to them:

"If I see any of you again, you better hope you have a coffin ready."

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A/N: If you read all that, thank you. Take care and drink some fucking water too. :)

The Lost, the Found, and the Treasured

Pairing: SoftishYandere!Seokjin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Yandere AU, Reincarnation AU, Royalty AU, angst turned to fluff turned to angst once again lol

Word Count: 9k

Summary: Your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere during a terrible storm. Thankfully, you were very close to what seemed to be an abandoned castle. You enter the large building to find a night’s refuge, but it seems that you find a lot more than you originally bargained for.

Content & Warnings: Fem reader, yandere themes, possessiveness, a bit of jealousy, refusing to let the reader go, the reader is very confused, general fear, marriage, assassination, grief, use of terms of affection: my love, love, invasion of personal space (Jin just refuses to stop hugging you and stuff), Jin’s a man in love finally reuniting with his one true love, it seems to take a toll on him.

Author’s Note: This got a lot longer than I originally wanted. Took a lot longer too. This kinda reminded me of Beauty and a Beast. You’ll understand what I mean once you read it. I could only bear to read over this once, so please ignore any stupid mistakes. It’s kinda rushed, so yeah. But anyway, let me know if you liked it! And, of course, enjoy! 💕

The silk slipped over your head, draping on your body in layers. The soft honey colour looked warm against your skin. You’d never felt anything so soft. The fabric felt too expensive to be worn by you, yet, it felt right to have it adorning your body. The dress brought out the feeling of being a bride-to-be from centuries ago, as if the silk dress was revealing a side of yourself that you had pushed away for years. It felt right, so right, to be wearing it.

But you knew this was wrong.

You weren’t meant to be here, in this empty, dreary castle. A strong storm, a wrong turn, a broken car, a sense of helplessness as you found solace in the only structure around was what brought you to your current predicament. You had entered the castle hoping that someone would be there to help you. A groundskeeper, a custodian, an owner—anyone—who would help you. Someone who would let you stay the night as you thought of your next plan of action.

You could imagine your surprise when you had knocked on the grand door of the castle to hear no reply or steps coming in your direction. It had seemed abandoned, but that was nonsense! No one would leave a castle such as this one unowned. Maybe they hadn’t heard you, it was a large estate. You doubted that someone from the other side of the castle would be able to hear you, so you knocked again. You heard it echo throughout the castle through the door that you had pressed your ear against.

You sighed, there must really have been no one there.

Taking the loss, you had turned back to walk back to your car to escape the rain, but just as you took a step away from the door, you felt a rush of air hit your back. Confused, you turned, only to see that the door had opened on its own. It was open just a smidge, but open nonetheless. Pressing your hand onto the door, you pushed it open further, hoping to see who had let you in. All that greeted you, however, was a dusty but otherwise eerily empty entry way filled with columns and stairways.

Yet not a single living soul.

You knew that you should probably turn back. But just as you were about to turn to face the large dark oak doors, a flash of lightning followed by the deep rumble of thunder stopped you. It caused you to tense up, and when you took another step to peer out the doorway, the rain seemed to plummet to the ground even faster and harsher than before, so much so that it caused the large and heavy door to slam closed an inch from your face. You were just glad that you hadn’t moved any closer to the door, because with the strength it had slammed shut, if you had been any closer, you were sure your nose would have broken.

Shocked by how much the storm had picked up, you turned back to look at the vast entryway behind you. No, it still wasn’t safe to be out. But, you didn’t feel any safer in the castle. However, after debating with yourself for a minute or two you came to the conclusion that even though the castle may be suspiciously empty, it was dry and safe. At least, safe from being struck by lightning. A plus, that trying to leave wouldn’t grant you.

And so, accepting that you had no chance of leaving the estate until the storm let up, you moved deeper into the castle.

Might as well get comfortable, you thought, letting out a drawn-out breath.

Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to feel comfortable considering how empty the place was.

But the lack of any presence wasn’t the oddest thing about the castle. No. What brought the most uncertainty to overtake your mind was the fact that the castle had been so easy for you to navigate. Though the castle was made up of many winding, turning corridors and stairwells leading to an endless number of rooms greater than your whole apartment back in the city, you had been able to predict which room you would walk into next. What grey, lifeless room you would stumble onto.

You would walk through an empty sitting room, only to anticipate the bare hallway you’d walk into next. As you passed countless doors, in the back of your mind, you vaguely knew what laid behind them.

Behind that one is a closet, you thought. That one leads to the cellar. Oh! And that one should lead to a bathroom.

It was an odd sort of deja vu.

After a strange, yet surprisingly uneventful walk around the estate, you found yourself in the north wing. How you knew it was the north wing, you had no clue. You were never great with directions. But just like with the layout of the castle, you just knew.

Nonetheless, you stood in front of the long corridor, an almost never-ending series of doors looking back at you.

You felt unsafe standing in the middle of the hall, open to anything that could jump out at you. You knew you were being overly cautious, there had been no people as far as you had seen, but that didn’t mean there couldn’t be bats, rodents, and who knows what else. To feel a bit more safe, you moved to the left side of the hall, letting your left shoulder skim the wall ever so slightly. This way you would be sure that at least nothing could jump up at you from your left side. It helped your nerves from feeling as exposed as you did before. You’d only have to look out to your right for any possible danger.

And so, you continued to walk down the hall as you leaned against the solid wall. You felt the textures change against your side as the wall changed from stone to the occasional wooden beams, from the beams to the stone niches where old candle stands stood covered in thick layers of dust. And of course, you felt the way the stone brick walls changed to the smooth wood of the doors. You kept walking, keeping your eyes darting around your right side, putting your trust into nothing jumping up from the wall.

Just as you were about to reach the end of the corridor, a spiral stairwell leading up just out of reach in front of you, you felt a strong weight push onto your right. The harsh force thrust you against the last door in the hallway, which in turn let out under your weight. It swung open roughly, slamming onto the wall adjacent to it, as it swung open. You fell into the room. Immediately, your left shoulder burst out in dull pain from your whole body weight falling onto it.

A groan involuntarily escaped you as you turned to lay on your back.

“Fuck…” you said more to yourself than anything else. “What the fuck was that?”

You looked up from your supine position to the door by your feet.

Nothing. There was nothing in the doorway. No one who could have pushed you.

You let your head fall back onto the ground once you were sure that you were still alone. What pushed me? was the only thing on your mind as you waited for your heartbeat to slow back down to its regular pace. Your mind immediately went to a rabid wild animal even though there wasn’t anything of the sort around you.

After what had felt like an eternity—though it was probably only a few minutes—you felt well enough to get back up.

When you did, you finally got the chance to look at the room you had fallen into. It was a bedroom. A large 4 poster bed stood in the center of the room. Lush, jewel-toned sheets covered it, making it look softer than anything you’d ever seen before. Sheer navy blue curtains hung from the top of the bed frame in a canopy, casting the sheets in a blue hue. Peeking from under the bed was a handwoven bright red Persian rug.

Opposite the bed was a vanity that, once you got closer to you noticed, held countless vintage perfumes and makeup products. But as you continued analyzing the table, you realized the large vanity seemed to be split into two sections right down the middle.

On the left there were countless feminine flowery perfumes, a comb that seemed to have been carved from a dark wood. Small flowers and vines curled around its handle. There were ribbons in a plethora of colours, ranging from a deep crimson to the palest arctic blue. Hairpins laid haphazardly buried under the ribbons with elaborate flowers molded at the ends, which, you assumed, were meant to decorate the wearer’s hair.

When you looked at the right side of the vanity, you noticed the stark difference it had when compared to the other. While the left had flowers, ribbons, and pins, the right had an earthy cologne, what seemed to be a hair pomade, a pocket watch, and a boot shining kit.

As you finally took a step back from the table, you noticed that there was something very off about the room. You just couldn’t put your finger on it. But as you lightly drew your finger across the surface of the vanity, you realized what was so wrong with the room.

It wasn’t dusty.

Your finger hadn’t come away dirty after you took it off of the table. When you looked around the room you also realized that unlike the rest of the castle, the room wasn’t grey. The textiles weren’t faded and mute. The colours were still vibrant and clean on all these old objects, as if someone had been taking care of this room in particular, leaving the rest of the castle to rot with time.

Strange, very strange.

When you turned back to the vanity, you noticed something behind you that you swore hadn’t been there before. On the rich bed sheets, behind the sheer curtains was a blob of yellowish… something. It stood out against the dark sheets, drawing your eyes towards it, and almost like in a trance, it drew the rest of you closer to it too. You pushed the light curtains aside with the back of your hand.

A dress, a honey coloured dress laid on the bed. You stroked the silken fabric between your thumb and forefinger. In doing so, the front of the dress got pulled down revealing what was stitched in a small flowy script in the inside of the dress where the tag would have been.

For you, my love. Forever and always.

You traced the words with your fingers, and you don’t know what struck you next, but the next thing you knew you were wearing the dress. Your clothes, a pile at your feet.

And that’s how you got where you were now, standing in the middle of a castle, wearing someone’s stolen dress.

You stepped over your clothes, walking back to the vanity.

You studied the dress in the mirror. It hugged your body like a glove. It’s neckline was large, allowing a great view of your collarbone and shoulders. You dragged your fingertips against the exposed skin before letting them move further down. You noticed how the bodice was shaped to fit your breasts perfectly, neither too large that would leave loose fabric nor too small that would make it hard for you to breathe. Your eyes locked with your waist and how the dress cinched it just right before opening up into a looser skirt, giving you an hourglass figure.

For a while you just admired the dress on your body, feeling incredibly attractive until your eyes locked with the pile of clothes behind you in the mirror.

The sight of your soaked clothes on the floor shocked you out of your self-admiring stupor.

You were in an abandoned castle. Wearing a stolen dress. That you found in one of the few clean rooms of the place.

What the hell were you doing? What made you think this was okay?

Shocked with your own actions, you picked up your clothes from the floor determined to quickly change out of the dress and leave this place before you were caught in such a compromising situation.

Just when you had grasped the bottom of the garment to pull it off, something made you stop, your hands involuntarily loosening on the silk.

Music. Soft piano echoed from deep in the castle.

For the second time since entering this place, you felt your heart start hammering like crazy.

Somebody was here. Somebody that could get you arrested for trespassing and theft for the dress you were wearing.

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5 days of spooktober~ #2: carnal

day #2: vampire seokjin x reader

word count: 1.4k

summ. midnight is a horrific hour to be awake, and it is at midnight in which you open the door to the ceo’s office and discover the bloody monster that lurks underneath his gentlemanly disguise.

warnings: mature themes (cunnilingus, bloodplay(ish?), mindbreak), dubcon themes, death, violence, gore, yandere, 18+, near-death experiences, explicit language

a/n: the fact that i managed to get part 2 out ?? on time ??? this is a whole celebration- hoping to make up for my inactivity thru this spooky series. also the rough draft was delirious so i had to rewrite it and i vibe with this version so much more. ty for 3.5k babes and happy halloween (10 days early) <3 lemme know if i made any mistakes because i never review my work before posting oops

You remember as a little girl how your grandma would gently stroke your hair, tucking locks of it behind your hair, and look outside at the night. She would hum a lullaby as she lulled you to sleep, and before you could close your eyes, you would hear her say aloud:

“Never be outside at midnight.”

As a little girl, you had thought it to be a serious remark, the kind that settled into your nightmares where beasts would emerge from the shadowy depths of your closet when the clock struct midnight. As an adult, you now viewed it as a doting relative’s overprotective instinct coming out at as an unconventional comment.

But now, you couldn’t help remembering those moments as you opened the door of your boss’s office, and as the grandfather clock in the room struck midnight, your eyes fell on your boss’s teeth buried in the crook of the new intern’s neck.

You froze, the files in your hand dropping like the overdramatic, overplayed scene of some cheesy low-budget horror movie, and you made eye contact with the man…no monster…in the room.

There was blood, the deep crimson color of mortality, stained over his features, soaking his jaw and the collar of his black shirt, and you could feel the images of him kindly smiling at you as you handed him his coffee shattering in your mind and being replaced with images of the true monster he had been hiding all along.

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Yandere!seokjin — Contact

Warnings!! This post contains Yandere themes, smut, impregnation, tentacles, possibly dubcon

This is such a fucking draft but this is my first time writing anything like this so please excuse me

This was inspired by Dear specimen by @monstrouslyobsessed

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You watch out the window as the rain pours down. Usually, you find comfort in the repetitive drum that the rainfall beats on your roof, but nothing can dull the feeling of emptiness that fills you with depriving nothingness. This time you are hollow without the stars that guide you filling that void. A dark blanket made of hues of blues and blacks blocks your view to the specks of bright light shining through that saturate the vast sky. The sky was never empty.

You envy the sky for its abundance. On Earth, you are forced to live life as if there isn’t an interstellar enterprise working over you. There is an ache that comes and goes, always returning in quiet moments. Attempts to fill your life with vapid conversations that you could consider extended versions of small talk perpetually fall through.

How could you forget him with the endless mass of space towering over you like a reminder?

Nights, when the sky is unclear, make you feel closer to him, but you never are. You feel infinitely further and further away. In your misplaced entitlement, you thought for a while that what he did to you meant that you mean something to him. It was as the number of days grew from that event that you realized you are nothing.

The fact that he may have abducted others makes you feel jealous. Has he done it to some people multiple times? You always ask yourself those questions and make them hate you have for the possibility of not being the only one stronger. There was a mingled sweetness and sadness held within his dark eyes that made you wonder if he was lonely too. It helped you sleep at night assuming that you and him, a self-luminous celestial body, are kin. All the time you spend lost in thought has brought you to the conclusion that you are bonded by ever-pervasive loneliness.

You feel a sly, restless excitement when you watch the clouds swirl and darken, giving you the hope that tonight may be the night that your lover comes back to you. The clouds may hang low tonight, but you have worked yourself up so many times for something that never comes that you fight to let yourself feel that hope again. He was your secret. It made you feel special being the only one to know about it as stale, dreary people stroll by, while your fingertips have stroked the edge of the universe and have unlocked heaven's gate.

When will your lover come to take you away from your mundane life once again?

After so many times of being let down by your perception and imagination, when you saw the swirl in the clouds begin to open up in the center, you didn’t believe it. When you saw the sliver of light dropping like a raindrop from the sky, you knew he was back for you. Onlookers or anyone lucky enough to catch a glimpse of something from beyond this earth probably assumed an asteroid was falling from the sky. They didn’t get to see the brilliant way it morphed into a spaceship or the way it navigates the sky.

It was utterly seamless with no visible means of propulsion. Your eyes blink in adjustment towards the smooth metal surroundings. Instead of being on a cold experiment table like before, you sat helplessly in the middle of the dome-shaped room. The stars twinkled through the glass overhead as if inside a planetarian, but this time it was the actual galaxy you were viewing. The hallowed pool of light that shot up over you had adorned itself with the diamonds of a thousand moons and a thousand stars, for these weaved themselves on that cosmic ether of sanctity.

Staring into the sky with utter disbelief, you felt sudden calmness tinged with euphoria. You know he’s in the room. That’s what it feels like to be in his presence.

You finally look ahead of you. Nothing could have prepared you for the way it felt to see your lover again. Naively, you assumed that you had a little more than your memory to guide you, but you had forgotten the way it felt to be bred.

He told you once his name is Seokjin. Seokjin. The name you wrote a million times into your skin with a black marker as if trying to recreate the way a touch of the tip of his finger seemed to engulf your entire body. He stood there nude, wherever his male appendages should have been was smooth skin. His skin held a bioluminescent glow, one that reflected as sparkles in your eyes, which he took note of when approaching you.

“Are you ready, human,” the alien’s voice sounds in your head, but his lips never move. He knows that it’s on your mind. He knows from the scent that lingers between your thighs is that you’re drenched with your essence.

The prurience of the words in your thoughts are now in Seokjin’s own.

The heavy, winter pajamas you wear now feel too thin, enough to be seen right through to your skin. They slipped off your shoulders like the silk sheets you struggle to keep on you when you sleep. Becoming aware of your nakedness by the sudden responsiveness of your nerves, nipples perking as your breasts spill out from your sweater and it collects into a bundle on the floor.

When Seokjin took that first step forward, all the anxiety you once had deeply rooted inside went away. Now, you were filled with love, but the feeling you felt reached beyond the depths of mere love. The rule of the constellations overhead is what brought you two together. You two aren’t just some couple; you’re bound together through a connection that is stronger than the shackles that bind a marriage as one.

Seokjin can hear the way you start to breathe heavily, the way your eyes become heavily lidded as you stare at him in utter disbelief and wonder. Your skin starts to tingle as your breathing steadies, a warmth enveloping you around your abdomen and slithering around your torso. Nose tilting upwards as you notice a distinct sweet smell wafting in the air, unaware that you’re directly inhaling the Seokjin's aphrodisiac: toxins that seeped from his skin.

It takes a minute for you to realize just how wet you have become, enough for it to seep from your core and trail down your thighs. Seokjin isn’t even touching you. How could you have so easily complied with his wishes? You’re so trusting someone could do anything to you, and you would be defenselessly compliant.

Your senses dull when the back of Seokjin’s knuckles run down your cheek. All else becomes white noise as you focus on the feeling of his hand touching your skin. In response, you nudge your hand into his hand, heart fluttering when he cups your cheek. Comfort floods your senses like you were finally connected to your roots once again. Love, bonafide.

Naive human, Seokjin thinks. You’re so utterly oblivious to his obsession with you; you don’t know the sacrifices that he has made for you.

You don’t know that when Seokjin is done with you, you will be left to live in complete isolation and captivity as he waits for his eggs to multiply inside your belly. It’s not even something you can consider as you're entirely too focused on the feeling of his lips sucking against the sensitive skin below your jaw. He wonders if his scientific wonder will recognize her importance when she comes to the reality that she has been chosen as his to breed.

The sensation along heated flesh has the creature gripping and pulling you close— nose brushing over the dark blemish on your skin that staked Seokjin’s claim without even realizing it. It is a creature's instinct to possess something, have the ability to dominate and control; it’s something that Seokjin wants with you. That foreign, growing possessiveness is closely linked to jealousy, but he is also unaware of the slow-moving, self-destructive downfall it may cost him.

Seokjin lays you down on the cold metal floor, smooth, wet ropes move over your legs, holding tightly, unyielding. The lengths twist their way up around your ankles and calves, circling your thighs to squeeze, stretching you out as wide as you can go. All of this to ensure Seokjin can get in as deep as possible. You’re too focused on his eyes to look and see what they were. The same sensation wound its way up to your arms, the purple tendrils dampening your body with their slime.

The thing that makes you look away is your eyes recognizing the tip of Seokjin’s mating organ emerging from its body to prod your slit. The tip was controlled by a series of small appendages, evolved to pleasure the female victim, and make sure the mating process was efficient. After last time’s failed attempt, he knew it best to wait. You weren’t ready then, but now, as you covet the feelings of being ravaged by him, he knows it’s time.

The slippery head sneaks past your folds and snakes into your pussy, drawing a sharp intake of breath from you as it slides all the way in and pokes against your cervix in curiosity. You try to reach out from Seokjin, but the appendages slither up your arms to keep out of his way.

You dip your chin to watch the sight of Seokjin sinking deeper, watching the bulge he formed through your belly. His thrusts are tame, letting you see the bump disappear and reappear. Rose blooms across your cheeks as you look away in shame.

How could you be embarrassed? Seokjin has had you this way before. You spent most of your time recalling the event and daydreaming about your next encounter with him. It was foolish of you to be acting this way. Every time he fucks deep into you, his pubic bone nudges your clit. He feels your nails graze lightly down his back. He fucks harder and deeper into you until your thigh tightens around his hip, and you begin to hold your breath.

Seokjin watches in silence as the tentacles slide against your skin, holding you in place as they caress your body. The only sounds that can be heard are your desperate moans and the wet drag of the heavy tentacles tangling up with your body. His hand's cup underneath your breasts, massaging them and kneading the flesh mercilessly. Their overwhelming presence becomes too much, too fast, all at once.

The pleasure is as unbearable as before, but Seokjin loves how overpowered you look writhing around against the restraints. Your mouth falls apart in a soundless cry. There's a part of you that wants to bite back, show him that you don't need to be only the receiver in this relationship; but, it's really you trying to cling on to what's uselessly hanging from the broken down pieces of your pride.

Something feels as if it's about to burst inside you. You try to grip onto Seokjin shoulders for leverage, but it's not enough to prepare you. Without warning, intense pleasure rips through you. All you can do is cry out, hands clenched tightly as you’re restrained from finding something to hold for leverage.

It was only one of many that night. Seokjin hips continue to slam into yours relentlessly, not stopping no matter how much you struggle to force out pleas for him to go easy on you. Would he truly care? This was something beyond physical touch. He was going to breed you. You’re at his entire fucking mercy.

You’re dizzy and hot, limp body struggling to take everything that Seokjin’s giving you when it’s just too damn good. Look at yourself: writhing in insatiable lust, unabashed at how pathetic you appear.

Here you are being prodded in and out as you’re stretched full in preparation for the insemination process. Seokjin feels himself growing closer to release, adrenaline pumping through him at the thought of your belly swelling up. He stills with his cock buried deep, pressing just against your core as the knot joins you together. When his orgasm washes away he waits a moment before moving, needing to make sure you’ve got plenty of seed in your belly.

You two lie there entangled in each other’s arms, Seokjin not pulling out just yet. Instead, he rests his weight between your thighs, refusing to pull out and risk spilling his seed. His tentacles unravel from your body to let your back sink into the cold floor.

You're amazingly content with your new role. Love swells inside your belly as the eggs multiply. Seokjin's hand rests on your abdomen as his eyes wander your wearied body. Finally, you understand your place.

pinkrecs’s bts yandere fic recs

[POSTED ON JULY 12th 2022]

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Czytaj dalej

lovesick (I)

— pairing: yandere ot7 x (f) reader — word count: 5.9k — warnings: yandere, stalking, obsessive behaviour, harrassment, mention of violence/bodily harm, 18+ — summary: You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn’t expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn’t bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you’re being stalked. When the letters and gifts you receive begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who’s behind it yourself – and hopefully before it’s too late. — amazing cover by @leithold​!

Next

Your foot is throbbing – again.

You fall back into bed, lifting your leg up to rest it over your knee. You wince as you examine the damage, purple and yellow bruising covering your swollen ankle. Lightly pressing around the area, you’re relieved to find that it only seems to be slightly sprained.

You glance over at your bedside table as your alarm goes off again, the framed picture next to your phone catching your attention as you silence the shrill sound. It’s a photo of you and Heejun, your next-door neighbour turned best friend. This particular one was taken on the night before he turned eighteen, your grinning faces showing off the pure excitement you both felt at the time.

Ever since you were little, even before you met Heejun, you’ve always dreamed about meeting your soulmate. You’ve lost count of the endless nights you stayed up imagining what kind of mark you would find once you woke up on your 18th birthday. Your favourite was always discovering a note written on your arm – the same as your parents. A close runner-up was the countdown mark Heejun had, you always made sure to check in with him every day to watch as the time suddenly decreased or increased. You’ll never forget the day he called you, voice choked up with tears and joy as he told you he had finally bumped into his soulmate.

With thousands of different variants of soulmarks and new ones being reported every day, you always thought you would end up with something sweet, something fitting to the fairy tale you always wanted. You certainly weren’t expecting to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of a dislocated shoulder and forearm fracture sticking with you for weeks afterwards.

Czytaj dalej

Hey :) just found you block and absolutely loved the Maknae reaction where they find out s/o is equally obsessed with them. Could you write that for the hyung line ?

I hope you have an amazing week 🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍

TW! implied stalking, kidnapping, smut, blowjob, slight degradation

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

Kim Seokjin

He’d lost hope. Hell, he lost motivation. 

He was so sure you didn’t want him, that all the effort he has put into making the two of you seem like soulmates, because you were, was all for nothing. 

You didn’t love him and no amount of obsessing and worship would change that. He realized that now. 

Unfortunately for you, this wasn’t how you thought things would go. You thought you were giving him what he wanted; a chase. Turns out that you not only thought wrong but had ended up discouraging him entirely. 

You won’t lie, it did hurt that he ran and gave up on you but you won’t take it personally. You’ll just have to show him how much you two were meant to be. 

Jin of course was none the wiser when he was strolling through his apartment complex hallway to get to his door, a plastic bag filled with beer in one hand while the other jiggled his keys back and forth. 

His plan for the night was to drink himself stupid while looking through every memory he had of you on his wall, cause’ despite losing hope on getting you he never truly stopped loving you. Yet, as soon as he opened his door, he knew that wasn’t going to happen, not when you were standing there with a hammer ready to swing at once the door opened.

“What are you doing?” Jin’s voice slurred out, head feeling fuzzy and ears ringing ever so lightly.  He had been awake long enough to watch you put the flowers in the vase and the food neatly placed on polished plates. A small, wide present on your lips as you attended to the details of what would be your first date ever.

“Oh, just getting things ready, my Love.” you hummed, placing down the final touches to the round table you got all nice and ready for him. 

He should love this, no? He should be over the moon that you put effort into this, that you are clearly in the same level of love as him. 

But instead he feels as if he doesn’t even know you.

Like he never knew you…

Min Yoongi

Where is it? What the fuck did he do with it? 

His studio room looked like a hurricane ran through it, papers flying all around, pictures barely hanging on the wall. Studio equipment thrown about around the room. And all for what? 

For a fucking flashdrive that wasn’t even here, goddamit! 

It’s his fault, he wasn’t being careful. He figured that since everyone knew not to come close to his studio that it would be safe here, oh how fucking wrong he was. 

“Fuck !” 

Slamming his chair against the floor, his body let out an exhausted sigh before falling onto the couch he kept in the back. Heart racing against his ears as he felt hopeless at ever finding it. If it wasn’t here then God only knows where it is now. 

Running his hair through his messy black locks, his eyes scanned over the mess he made, mind racing with all the possible scenarios of what would become of him if that drive ends up in the wrong hands. 

A knock on the door snapped him out of it, thoughts rendered mute as he heard the rapid knock against wood. Shit, what now? 

Opening the door with a clear annoyed expression, his soft eyes glared towards the unwelcomed interrupter only to feel a flutter in his chest once his brown eyes landed on the bright shining ones staring back at him. 

“Dollface.. Wha..what brings you here?” 

“Hey, Yoongi, sorry for interrupting you. I know how busy you are,” you said with the brightest smile he has ever seen. Fuck, how did you do it? Managed to smile like if he was the only one in the world. God, if only he could taste that smile than maybe all his troubles would go away. “, but, uh, I just wanted to return this to you.” 

Looking down at what you were handing him, his eyes widened at the sight of the small black flash drive hanging off at the edge of your delicate fingers. 

So, you took it? Fuck him… 

Clearing his throat, Yoongi snatched the drive much faster than he intended and smiled at you the best he could. “Yeah.. uh no problem, dollface. What's mine is yours.” 

The two of you stayed out for a little while longer, making small talk before parting ways. As soon as you were out of sight, Yoongi rashed back inside, slamming and locking the door behind him before inserting the drive into his computer. 

His fingers tapped impatiently as he waited for the screen to load. What awaited his eyes shocked him. Pictures and videos he had taken of you without your knowledge popped up first, one after another like a collage. But not just that, new pictures started to appear. Much more risque photos of you popped up, ones that he didn’t take..  But you did. 

His eyes hungrily scanned through each and everyone that popped up before a message popped up on the side of his computer. 

Meet me at my office at 7 if you wish to see more of where those came from ;)

Fuck, he hit the jackpot now didn’t he? 

Jung Hoseok

“Are you even listening?” 

No, he wasn’t. He was too busy giving you sick puppy love eyes the entire time. If he had a tail, it would be wagging so furiously right now. 

No, he wasn’t listening because he was too busy admiring you. Admiring your strength, your passion, your possessiveness. 

Had he knew you had this side in you he would have had his fans all over him alot sooner to get this reaction out of you. The one where you sucker punched that one fan that got too handsy when running into him. The one reaction that led to you dragging him by his hair up to his hotel room and gripping his face in between your fingers as you called him mean and degrading names. Calling him stupid for putting himself in harms way like that. 

God, how he loved this new side of you. 

You on the other hand were livid. Livid at the fact that he was dumb enough to go down into the lobby without staff or a body guard. Stupid enough to let some brainless girl get up close and touch him the way she did. Sure, she only hugged him but that gave her no right to touch what was yours. No right to be near him. 

Shaking your head in frustration, the anger only bubbling even more in the pit of your stomach as you walked back and forth in front of him. 

No of course he wasn’t listening, he’s too nice to see what was wrong with the situation. Too naive. 

Biting his bottom lip, Hoseok reached out for your hand, stopping you in your tracks. 

“I’m sorry.”

He whispered, bringing you closer to him until you were standing in between his legs, his head cranked up to get a better look at you.

“Maybe I should be shown who should be the one touching me, no?” 

Running your tongue across your lips, you ran your hands up his arm and over his neck, feeling how smooth his skin felt against your fingertips. 

He felt a burning rush go through his body as your cold hand reached up to cup his face. Leaning into your touch, his heart-like smile spread through his features. 

“Do as you like to me, Princess.”

Kim Namjoon

“Fuck, just like that.” 

He groaned, wrists yanking against the cold metal cuffs. This only made you bob your head up and down a bit faster, throat tightening around his cock which caused a twitch from his thigh. 

Oh, how he imagined this day every time he pumped one out himself. Well, maybe not tied up and a bit more in control, but if it’s what it takes to gain your trust then he would gladly spend an eternity cuffed to this bed. 

You on the other hand, oh well, you were thrilled. The taste of his salty precum made butterflies erupt in your stomach as heat built up in your core, a wetness slicking its way down your leg as your tongue wrapped itself along the veiny side of his shaft. 

He felt amazing against your tongue, his girth had your mouth so full you can only imagine how good it would feel once it’s inside your pussy, pumping itself inside of you until your belly was full of his cum. 

You should have done this sooner. Confronting him about his obsessive behavior. 

Oh how he got on his knees and begged you to forgive him, asking for a proper chance like a pathetic little dog begging its owner to love him. And love him you did, but you also couldn’t pass up the opportunity to test just how far he would go for you, so you opted to keep him locked up in your room, away from everyone. Just your greediness to take advantage of an easy situation, you could say. 

One thing is for sure though… 

Namjoon did not mind this one bit. How pathetically lovely of him.

Maknae Ver.

Updates: 11/10/22

dollhouse

summary: seokjin is ready for you to be a part of his perfect family.

pairing: yandere!seokjin x gender neutral!reader

both characters are adults, minors dni.

warnings: yandere themes, dollification, mild n*fw, suggestive, emotional manipulation, cannibalism, bondage, use of chloroform, captivity.

word count: 1.5k

your first relationship was a disaster. you were only eight and like the innocent fool that you were, you accepted the first love declaration received in the form of a shared popsicle. his name was jaemyung and you were smitten. convinced that you’ve found your prince charming, you shamelessly bragged to everyone in your class. unsurprisingly, that fairy tale did not last long. by recess, you found him building sandcastles with seo eunjae and returned home sobbing to your mother for your broken heart.

as you grew older, your subsequent relationships did not get better. from misogynistic incels to egotistic cheaters, it is safe to say that you did not have the best luck when it comes to relationships.

so, when seokjin came along as, and with the perfect package, you were a little taken aback.

seokjin is devoted, to say the least.

he makes time for you despite his busy schedule, shows you off to his friends, showers you with physical affection, and communication has never been an issue for the both of you. he ticks all of the five love language boxes, which makes him the perfect boyfriend.

barely a month into your relationship, he surprises you with a huge bouquet of roses and takes you to a ridiculously expensive restaurant. you don’t deserve it, really. it’s all too much, and so you bring it up to your friends. they tell you that you’re being silly. they remind you about all of your past relationships and assure you that you just aren’t used to this level of passion and commitment.

after all, seokjin is the one for you.

right?

ever since then, that thought refuses to leave your mind. it plagues you at night, leaving you absolutely restless as you toss and turn for hours at a time. it nags away in the back of your mind even when he’s holding your hand, kissing you slowly, or pounding into your sopping hole.

and when you’re panting quietly in the dark, skin sticky with sweat and cum dripping down your inner thighs, he’s rubbing tender circles into your skin with his thumb.

then, he turns to look at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world and says, “i want you to meet my family.”

you can’t say you’re surprised.

seconds pass and the uncomfortable silence drags on, as he waits for your answer. suddenly— just for a moment— his expression twists and his smile twitches in a manner that makes a deep nausea emanate from your gut.

“yes.”

the disturbing aura disappears and his smile brightens. “yes?”

“yes,” you repeat, more to yourself than to him. his sudden change in demeanor causes apprehension to crawl under your skin, but you smile and nod like the good lover that he wants you to be. “i would love to meet your family.”

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how did it get this way? when did it get this way?

maybe it started the day you set your eyes on him. he had just transferred and upon hearing the teacher call out for him, he entered the classroom and stood tall, not slouched over like most students. with broad shoulders and a charming smile, he greeted the class before letting his eyes flicker to the one sitting quietly at the back of the classroom. you remember your cheeks heating up upon meeting his gaze, as he introduces himself, never once taking his eyes off you.

or when you went on your first date with him. you had just broken up with your boyfriend, and your friend had invited you out to the movies. you weren’t sure why she had specifically asked you to dress up, until you spotted the familiar head of dark brown hair waiting outside and realized what you had gotten yourself into. he was so patient, never once rushing you into being intimate, as your friend made out with her date in the darkness of the cinema. you prayed that he couldn’t hear your heartbeat quickening when your fingers brushed against his as you reached for the popcorn at the same time. fortunately for you, he was too distracted with the way blood was rushing to his cock over that mild interaction and the seductive perfume that lingered in your aura.

perhaps it started when your relationship finally became official. he had taken you out on a date to the sea aquarium. as you watched the beautiful moon jellies glide elegantly, he was entranced by the way the blue hues of the water reflected across your face and carefully slipped his hand into yours. at the end of the date, he took you home and walked you to your door, before kissing you goodnight. and as you stood under the porch light together, he looked at you with loving eyes and asked you to be his.

unbeknown to you, the truth lies at a train station. it was raining that day and the train was late, resulting in a frustrated seokjin as he went on with his mundane everyday routine. you appeared at exactly 8:36AM, drenched all the way through your uniform. letting out an exasperated sigh, you plopped down on the space next to him, as water squished in your shoes with every step.

then, you ran your fingers through your disheveled hair in a lame attempt to fix it. it was soaked, your bangs dripping into your eyes behind the glasses with streaked lenses. you poor thing, looking like a dirty kitten in the streets. seokjin couldn’t help but feel sorry for you, as he reached into his pocket and handed you a handkerchief.

you looked up at him with what could only be described as surprise and confusion, before accepting the piece of fabric just as the train approached the station. the doors slid open and seokjin got up.

suddenly, he felt a small tug on the hem of his sleeve. your lenses were dried and a bright smile pulled at your lips. he sent you a questioning look, as you reached for his hand and placed a little butterscotch candy on his palm.

“now we’re even,” you chirped.

it was such a simple gesture, but that was the day seokjin decided with every breath, he would make you infinitely his, at the same time that he became infinitely yours. you had robbed him of his breath, and ignited every nerve ending like so many springs, alive.

it was also the same day he appealed for his transfer.

fate is indeed a cruel mistress. maybe if you had missed that train or simply minded your own business that day, you wouldn’t find yourself being greeted at your boyfriend’s home with a cloth soaked in chloroform pressed up against your face. and you certainly would not regain consciousness, only to realize that you’re dressed like a victorian doll and tied to a chair in an unfamiliar room.

your lover sits at the opposite end of the dining table, rejoicing when you awaken. “darling! we’ve been waiting for you,” he says.

that’s when it finally registers. Each seat at the table was occupied by someone. as your eyes flicker from one person to another, you start to notice their lifeless eyes becoming more and more surreal, as their porcelain skin begin to look patchy and decayed.

your hands shake, barely able to contain the urge to scream, as you swallow the bile in your throat. panic sets in and you start to trash around, ignoring the way the ropes dig blistering troughs into your skin.

upon seeing your frantic behavior, seokjin gets up from his seat and approaches you. “there’s no need to be nervous, silly,” he coos, resting his hands on your shoulder in an attempt to soothe you.

“jin,” you start, having more to say, but your body doesn’t let you. fear cripples you and the muscles of your heart tightens. unable to conjure up any other intelligible word, you repeat his name over and over again as if he would understand your plea and set you free.

silly, indeed.

“i’m right here, y/n.” he tightens his grip on you, leaning down to press his lips to your temple. “everyone is just so delighted to finally meet you. mother and i even made a special feast.”

you lift your eyes to stare at the only woman sitting at the table. she had dark hair like seokjin, deathly pale skin, lips painted a vibrant shade of red, and listless brown eyes that bore into the dish set in front of her.

following your line of vision, his smile widens and the plate is being brought to you. like a spoiled princess sitting at her throne, he cuts the meat into thin strips and raises one to your lips to which you force yourself to accept. your heart cracks with each bite you take.

you look so fragile and delicate, chewing on the remains of his mother’s heart. it’s perfect, he thinks, there is nothing you can hide away from his piercing gaze. seokjin just prays that he wouldn’t have to stuff you with cotton too.

©𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 — 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙

When you tried to move on from them

Pairing: Hyung line x Reader

Warnings: Soft Yandere, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Attempt at ending one’s life, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: why on earth is this 5kish long? This part is darker than the maknae line (for me at least) precisely for the reason that hyung line would plan before springing into action which makes them more…dangerous. I hope you enjoy this! And for real, read the warnings okay.

Namjoon

You blinked in surprise when you entered the house. You thought it was a nightmare came to life when you saw Namjoon sitting there with your mom. The two of them were chatting and laughing, hot cup of tea on the table.

It was Namjoon who first saw you, his eyes flashing a certain heat before he smiled at you sweetly. “Flower, you’re here!”

You frowned at him before turning to look at your mother who was smiling fondly at the two of you. “He said he wanted to surprise you. Your fiancé is so sweet, darling. Despite his busy schedule, he had it in him to go to our province. What a sweet man,” she cooed at him before tapping his hand.

Fiancé?

“Of course. I wanted to see how my future mother-in-law is doing,” he replied with the sweetest smile on his face that even you were almost fooled. “I worry about your health.”

Your mother laughed sheepishly, “Namjoon, son, you can call me mom. There’s no need for formality.”

“Okay, mom.”

What. The. Fuck?

Your mother excused herself, saying something about making dinner seeing as Namjoon would be staying.

Once she was out of earshot, you marched to him and pulled him outside the house. And he was all too willing to be pulled by you. After all, it had been three months since you started ghosting him after he pleasured you in the studio. It was heartbreaking, really. He woke up without you and hadn’t seen you since then.

He lose it the moment he found out you left.

You were just too intelligent about evading him. He hated that.

Consequently, your intelligence was what also attracted him to you.

He was smiling down at you as you faced him. You looked behind him to see if your mother was anywhere near before completely laying it out on him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You hissed, dropping his thick wrist. It was already dark and the only light was from the house and the street light situated outside. At your smaller form, his shadow was tauntingly touching you. He was so tall that you had to tilt your head to meet his intense stare full on. “And what do you mean fiancé?! You know what, I heard intelligent people tend to lose it but I never thought you would! And who said you can visit my mom, Kim Namjoon?! I need you to leave. You know she’s not well and any additional stress would be detrimental for her!”

You were breathing hard when you stopped berating him. Yet, he remained smiling at you, his dimpled cheeks would be considered charming if not for the fucked up thing that he did to you.

“I miss you,” he admitted softly, his eyes taking you in. God, he did miss you. It had been hell without you. You weren’t completely wrong, he did lose it. And he only managed to get his sanity back when he saw you. “Let’s not separate from each other this long again, my flower.”

You rolled your eyes, “I don’t miss you-“

“Don’t say things you don’t mean…you’re not a liar,” he teased as he shook his head a little. “And besides, do you have it in you to tell your mother the truth? Hmm? At her state, are you willing to break her heart?” He taunted you, his hand gently cupping your cheek. “After all, isn’t it her wish to see her only child happy and married?”

Your eyes widened at his implication, at how he carelessly talked about your mother’s health. There were so many truths in what Namjoon said. He had you backed in the corner, but you wouldn’t go down without a fight. “You need to lea-“

“Dinner’s ready!” Your mother shouted, her face relaxed, a rare sight since she started her treatment. It left you no choice but to nod at her assuringly before turning to look at you ex-boyfriend.

“You’re going to excuse yourself. You’re going to say you have a work emergency. You’re going to leave tonight. Do I make myself clear?”

His dark eyes twinkled with delight. “Yes, ma’am.”

You did make yourself clear, but you should have known he was a stubborn man. You were the one for him, and if that was the case, shouldn’t he fight with all his might to stay with you?

“I’m so full. Thank you for the meal,” he said politely, rubbing his stomach with a smile.

“You must have been so tired, Namjoon. Why don’t you stay here tonight?”

“Mom!” You called her in disbelief, your eyes widened at what she suggested.

“What?”

“W-we have no more room. I’m sure he’s needed back in Seoul.”

“No, I’m not. And you’re right, mother. I’m so weary I don’t think I can make it back safely to the city tonight.”

“See? You can sleep in her room.”

“Mom!” Wasn’t she the conservative type?

“It’s fine. He’s your fiancé. He’s practically family by now. If it was up to me, you two would be married by now.”

You were full on glaring at him as he entered your room after your mom bid the two of you good night. Namjoon smiled sweetly at you before putting his bag down. Wasn’t he too ready to stay here with that huge bag of his?

He looked around your small room, his huge frame making your bedroom looked even smaller.

“I thought I told you to leave?”

He nodded before standing in front of you, “Yes, you did.”

“So why didn’t you?”

“I don’t remember agreeing,” he murmured, gently sauntering to you similar to that of a hunter. His deep voice was making you feel things you didn’t want to feel, his proximity weakening your resolve.

You pushed his muscular chest non too gently. “I’m not playing this game with you, Namjoon. If you have any respect for me, you would leave me alone.”

He chuckled under his breath, his dark eyes gazing into yours. And before you knew it, you couldn’t stepped back anymore, your back completely against the wall. He lost all playfulness in his face, his hands on either side of you. “Who says I’m playing, flower?” He murmured, his face slowly leaning down to your neck. You felt him inhale your scent, the hair of your neck standing up. Perhaps, it recognized the danger you were in. You dared not move, waiting for the large man to do something. “And it’s because I respect us that I know we deserve another chance. I’m fighting for us, flower…regardless if I’m fighting alone.” Or fighting even you.

Seokjin

You scoffed at another bouquet of flowers delivered at your temporary apartment. Beside the flowers was a velvet box containing a gold necklace with a diamond pendant. The letter you were holding in your hand read that he missed you. It was the same thing everyday. You thought he was just wasting his time. You thought he would stop after a month. But it was almost three months and yet, the gifts kept coming. It was getting more ridiculous and more expensive as the days went by. At your anger, you threw his gifts one day. But then the morning came and he sent you a message that sent shivers down your spine.

‘Don’t throw away my gifts, sweetheart. You know it hurts me.’

But how did he know?

You weren’t even surprised that Seokjin was able to trace you, not when he had too much resources in his hands. You should have known the extent of his power. He never liked to wield his family’s power. Your Seokjin before was the most humble man you ever met, never boasting about their inherent wealth and position in the world. Yet, this Seokjin didn’t hesitate to use it when it came to you.

Apparently, you were his breaking point.

To be honest, you were terrified of him now. You felt like you were threading a thin line, and one of these days he would snapped.

You didn’t want to know what would happen then.

And so it felt like a blessing in disguise when you started working in a new company, only to find out that one of your closed professor was affiliated there as well. Now, you were offered to work a big project abroad. You didn’t even hesitate. You agreed and now it was only a week before you leave the country for a year.

You needed the space to think and heal yourself. The moment you left him was the moment you started focusing on yourself, giving your all to your career. After all, it was all you had left of you. You were no longer crying every night. You knew you were healing slowly.

As opposed to what your friends wanted you to do, you didn’t want to go out and date yet. You wanted to focus on yourself and be the best version of yourself. But his constant presence despite his absence was halting your progress. How could you move on completely if he kept reminding you that he was just there patiently waiting?

Perhaps, your own breaking point was when you received yet another gift from him. Only this time, it was a small, velvet box. Inside sat a ring with a huge diamond that almost blinded you from how it reflected back the light, as though it was taunting you. You knew what it was. You didn’t need to read the card he carefully wrote on to know what it was, ‘Sweetheart, let’s get married in June.’

At your unrestrained anger, you messaged him without thinking about where he was. In an instant, he replied that you should meet him at his restaurant, the one he secretly bought and showed you before in excitement. It was his first child, he said, something that was only his without the public knowing. You were there when it was merely starting, doing the hard work with him, dreaming with him, helping him.

Perhaps, that was why you were reluctant to go there. But you knew this had to stop. If you wanted to start anew with nothing and no one holding you back, you needed to speak to the man who broke you.

You parked your car in front of a dimly lit restaurant. With a pinched brows, you warily looked around. The place was usually full of people. Customers needed to book a table for a month before they could be catered.

So why then was it empty?

You would have turned around if not for the warm lights swarming a small area of place. You were surprised to see the door open. You were doubtful about his whereabouts, almost certain that he was messing with you if not for the message he sent that he was already there. The sound of your footsteps were deafening to you as you ventured further. You turned a corner and saw his seated form. He was looking at the floor to ceiling window, your personal touch. His eyes were focused on the scenic view outside as though he was deep in thought. With his legs spread apart and his hands resting leisurely on the table, Kim Seokjin looked as breathtaking as the day you met him.

You thought he looked even more handsome now. Of course, why wouldn’t he? It wasn’t as if it was him who lost sleep over a broken heart.

With a deep breath, you walked to him with a purpose. You shouldn’t feel self-conscious, but you did. His head turned to you slowly, his eyes taking you in. You didn’t even prepare for this. You were wearing your casual clothes, your hair in a tie and you weren’t even wearing an ounce of makeup. Yet he looked like that. He was wearing a white long sleeves, the one you bought him before. His hair was brushed away from his forehead. Kim Seokjin looked expensive.

You may looked however you liked and he would still think that you were the most precious person in the whole world. He still looked at you like you were the moon itself.

His lips tilted up when he met your eyes, “Sweetheart, you looked good-“

You marched to him and drank the glass of wine in front of him to completion. You needed the liquid courage to face him. He was watching you with raised brows, before signaling for the waiter to bring out the food and another glass.

“I ordered all your favorite food, sweetheart. Come on, take a seat-“

“Jin,” you called him with a gritted teeth. You slammed your hand on the table, leaning in to look at his eyes, willing him to see how serious you were. “You need to stop.”

He blinked, before tilting his head to the side. He leaned in closer to you, “Stop what, sweetheart?” He whispered with a tone of confusion.

“Whatever you’re doing, you need to stop.”

“Oh, you meant the gifts?” He asked in a thoughtful voice. You were appalled with the way he was acting. Was he really this delusional to think that what he was doing was in any way normal?

You took the offensive velvet box from your bag and placed it in front of him. He so slowly looked from your eyes down to the box you placed in front of him. “Didn’t you like the ring?”

Suddenly, you felt like you lost all strength just from dealing with him. You sat down in front of him, willing the heavens to give you the patience you didn’t possess at the moment.

“Why on earth would you give me an engagement ring, Seokjin?”

“Hmm, but aren’t we dating to marry?” He asked, flashing you his sweet smile. Yet, his eyes remained empty. “Isn’t that the goal, sweetheart?”

“It was the goal before you broke my heart.”

He reached across the table, and you were too slow to evade his touch. He held your hands in his larger ones, his face contorting into regret and sadness, “And I said sorry…numerous times, sweetheart. Until when are you going to punish us over an oversight? Over something that I would atone for the rest of my life? Until when are you going to be away from me?” His eyes glistened with tears, his voice sincere- so sincere that you were almost swayed.

But apologies meant nothing when you were still shattered on the ground.

You shook your head slowly, meeting his eyes with you determined ones. “I know you are sorry, Jin. And I am, too. But it doesn’t change the fact that we broke up.”

“Sweetheart, no-“

“You need to stop,” you squeezed his hand before he could even say anymore. You needed to finish this, you needed to close this chapter of your life. “No matter what you do, I’m not coming back anymore. I’m leaving Korea. I need to move on,” you whispered, looking at the eyes of the man you once loved more than yourself. You offered him a sad smile for all the things you two went through, for all the happy memories and love that had nowhere else to go anymore. You smiled for the life you had with him, and now you were turning your back on it. “And you need to move on, too.”

You left him sitting there, alone with his head bowed down.

You felt lighter than you did in the past few months. You felt like you could breathe now. With an unhurried movement, you walked to your car and opened the door when a large hand suddenly pushed the door shut again. Heart beating faster, you turned around only to find Jin towering over you. He was breathing hard, his eyes burned with something you couldn’t name. He had yet to turn to you, his body so close to you that you could feel heat emitting from him.

“J-Jin-“

He shook his head, strands of his dark hair falling on his forehead. “You’re not leaving Korea,” he stated, his brows furrowed. His jaw was clenched when he finally looked at you. “You’re not leaving me.”

Yoongi

“Honey, he’s here..again,” your friend warned you knowingly before walking past you to her cubicle. You looked heavenward and groaned. If Yoongi thought bombarding you with his presence would do him any good, he couldn’t be anymore wrong. It had been a full month since he started showing up wherever you were, uncaring if anyone recognized him. No matter where you ran, he would show up with a sad look on his face as though you kicked his dog. As though it was him who was hurt and not you.

The moment you stepped out of the building, Yoongi smiled at you. He was sporting an undercut- a thing you noticed despite him wearing a cap. It was for another of the group’s music video, another concept that the fans were anticipating. He walked near to you, his hand reaching for your bag when you evaded his touch. He frowned when you did, sadness clouding his features. “How was your day, kitten?”

You glared at him, the words of your officemates still fresh in your mind. They thought you didn’t hear them, but you did. His actions were making them think that he was the one to be pitied when it was you that he broke. It was you who cried herself to sleep for so long that you thought you were going to die from sadness.

“I know. It’s such a bitch thing to do.”

“Right? Who does she think she is?”

“That poor guy.”

Was it your fault that this was how you wanted to move on?

Was it your fault you wanted nothing more to do with him?

“Until when are you going to do this?”

He blinked slowly, his face showing all the seriousness he had. “Until you come back to me.”

“I’m not. I’m never going to come back to a cheater,” you said with a smile on your face before walking away from him.

“Maybe you should date again?”

“What?” You sputtered out, shifting your focus from your laptop to your friend who was standing beside you, leaning against the stack of paper you had in your office table.

“Well, Yoongi wouldn’t stop, right?”

“Right…”

“What if he see you out with someone else? Then maybe he’d accept that the two of you are finally done.”

You thought long and hard about what she said, and maybe…just maybe this would work. You chose to ignore the warning thump of your heart, the one that knew how possessive he was, the one that knew how he reacted before when you interacted with other men.

You found yourself thoroughly enjoying someone else’s company. It was the first date, yet he managed to intrigue you. His quick wit, sense of humor, and gentlemanly ways softened your heart. You were still smiling when you entered your apartment late at night. In your arms was the beautiful bouquet of flowers he got you. You turned on the light and walked to your home when you saw him.

You screamed when you saw Min Yoongi sitting on your sofa, his eyes staring at nothingness. He looked…dangerous, as though he was one wrong move away from losing it. Slowly, so slowly, he looked at you and then at the flowers you were holding.

You wanted to hide it from his vicious eyes. You wanted to hide it as though you did something wrong. But you didn’t…right?

“What the fuck are you doing here?! This is trespassing!”

He chuckled humorlessly before tilting his head to the side, “How was your date, kitten?”

You stepped back without a thought when he stood up. “Y-you need to leave,” your voice trembled, your eyes widened and your breaths were shallowed. Yoongi looked…unstable.

“Are we equal now, kitten?” He murmured, his legs carrying him closer to you. He looked really curious, “I broke your trust, so your broke my heart.”

“It’s not the same-“

“Does that mean all is fair now?” His low voice scared you now that he was nearer. His dark eyes taking you in. “Will you take me back now?”

“I didn’t cheat on you. You did. We are done. How does that count as cheating?”

“I’m getting impatient, kitten,” he confessed, looking down at his feet. He poked his tongue in his cheek, before slowly looking up at you. “I need you back or else…I think I’m really going to lose it…”

You tried to push his body away from you, eager to create distance between the two of you. But his body remained grounded in front of you. “You need to leave-“

“You’re going to love me again,” he stated, so certain that you would. His dark eyes bore into yours. You were so distracted and intimidated with his proximity that you failed to notice the syringe he was holding. And before you knew it, a stinging pain could be felt in your neck.

And then you lost consciousness. But you need not worry, kitten. He was there to catch you.

“It’s done,” he said as soon as Hoseok picked up the phone. “Meet us in front.”

Hoseok

You frowned as you looked down at your ringing phone. Your ex’s sister had been endlessly attempting to contact you, yet you didn’t bother to read any of her messages. You only messaged her once to inform her that her brother and you were done, and you thanked her profusely on the kindness she showed on you. After all, she was almost like a family to you. Perhaps, that was why his betrayal hurt more. He wasn’t the only one out of your life, but for your peace of mind and healing, his family as well.

It had been more than two months since you escaped from him with the help of Namjoon. It had been that long since you blocked every communication you had with him.

His betrayal still burned, but you were in the path of healing.

In fact, your friend convinced you to go out and try again. She said you didn’t have to take the dates seriously, that you could just dipped your toes into the water again. You were in a relationship for so long that she wanted you to see what was out there. And so, you were trying.

You realized there was so much out there than what you originally thought.

Your phone rang once again when you got off work. Your finger hovered over the screen, and something told you that you should answer her. You brought your phone to your ear, your voice small as your greeted her.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you finally answered!” Her voice was oozing with worry, and if you could see her now you would pity the kind woman.

“W-why? Are you okay?”

“It’s about Hoseok-“

You were shaking your head before she could even finish, “I don’t want to know anything about him anymore. I’m sorry.”

“I know. I know, I’m so sorry what he did was so wrong that I haven’t been speaking to him. I am on your side, Y/N. Completely. B-but…he’s my brother, too. I’m not asking you to take him back. I just… I just don’t know what to do. He needs help, Y/N,” she hurriedly stated, scared that you wouldn’t hear her out. She knew what she was going to ask of you was too much, but her love for her brother outweighed the shame.

You were quiet for so long that she thought you dropped the call. You were thinking hard about what she was saying. You didn’t want to do this. You didn’t want to see him. You didn’t even want to care.

“What are you asking from me?”

“Just go to him. Just once. J-just convince him to seek help. Please. My mother and I no longer know what to do.”

You found yourself waiting outside the apartment you once shared with him, your eyes focused on your shoes as you waited for Hoseok’s sister to open the door. You didn’t want to presume that the code didn’t change. You didn’t even want to try, you didn’t want to know.

“You’re here,” her worried voice woke you up from your reverie. She wrapped her arms around you gently like an old friend would before stepping away and looking at you with sorrow in her eyes. “I’m really sorry for what happened. And I’m so sorry for dragging you back into this mess.”

You couldn’t even say it was fine because it wasn’t. Instead, you squeezed her hands and offered her an understanding smile. She lead you to what was once your room, pausing outside the door. She hesitated before looking at you.

“H-he’s not the most stable lately. Ever since Jimin saw you out with someone else, he has been like this…”

“Jimin told him that?” You asked in disbelief, racking your brain on the past few dates you went to, all of which were harmless. When did Jimin see you?

She sighed before shaking her head, “He really shouldn’t have told him that. He knew how…intense Hoseok is when it comes to you. You’ll see.”

She knocked lightly on the closed door before opening it. The room was dark and cold, extremely opposite to how it was when you lived there. The only light that seeped through was now from the hallway. You could barely see a man’s form lying down on the bed, his back facing the door.

“Hoseok, you have a visitor,” she called him tenderly, opening the door further so you could step in. Yet, you didn’t. You didn’t know if you should.

“Send them away,” he answered in the coldest and lowest voice you had ever heard from him. He didn’t even lift his head, didn’t even want to acknowledge whoever it was.

“Hoseok, maybe you should-“

“I said I don’t want to talk to anyone! I want to be alone! I deserve to be alone-“ he suddenly screamed, turning his head to your direction. The vein in his neck was protruding from the force of his emotions. And the way he suddenly lost all his anger, the way his face mellowed down from fury to disbelief shocked you.

Suddenly, he had the strength when it had been months since he felt like he lost all his firmness. He stood up and ran to you, his hands cradling your face as he looked at you with wander in his eyes. His lips were trembling, his eyes looked desperate and borderline crazed as he finally saw the love of his life standing in front of him after you evaded him for months. It had been so long since he broke your heart and you in turn shattered his very being.

Didn’t you know he wouldn’t survive without you?

Didn’t you know he’d rather perished than live in his world without you by his side?

His tears were falling from his eyes, drenching your hands that were trying to push his hand aside. “Angel,” he called for you sweetly, his trembling as he gazed into your eyes. “Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you, my angel. I’ve busied myself buying you everything that you deserve. Our closet is full of things I know you’d like. Would you like to take a look?”

Your eyes widened the more he opened his mouth, the more you listened to his words that made no sense. You turned to look at his sister who was looking at you with worry. This was what she meant. Her brother did nothing but to fill his days with the thoughts of you, and yet he failed to take care of himself.

It didn’t get past your notice that he looked tired, that he looked as though he hadn’t been paying attention to himself. It was so opposite to what you knew of him. Hoseok was particular with the way he presented himself. He was disciplined in himself. But the man holding you right now was anything but the well-made man you knew.

Hoseok looked thinner.

“I-I’m not here to come back to you,” you said in a wary voice, pushing him away but this time, you were successful. You tried to be as gentle as possible. After all, before the worst, he was the best. Before he broke you, he completed you. You were gentle to the version of Hoseok who loved you with all his heart, not the one who cheated on you.

He looked confused and saddened by your actions, his head tilted to the side.

“No. No! You’re here because you forgive me, right?” He insisted, his form kept on coming near you despite you evading his touches. “You’re here because those boys can’t love you the way I do, right?!”

“Hoseok,” your voice trembled, your eyes shining with tears by just seeing his current state. You understood now why his sister was worried; Hoseok was on edge of the cliff.

He suddenly stopped, his arms falling lifelessly to his side. His head was bowed down, his dark hair obstructing his face.

“I hurt you,” he concluded sadly. The tall man in front of you looked like a lost child, like he had lost all the hope in the world and had already given up. “I hurt you. And I should just die.”

What?

You hadn’t even processed what he said when he walked briskly to the kitchen, his strides purposeful. You and his sister ran after him, and you were almost too late. He had opened a bottle of pills and poured the contents in his open palm. He was about to put them inside his mouth when you hugged him so tight that he accidentally let go of them. They clattered on the floor around his feet.

You were openly crying now, your shoulders shaking. Your unstoppable tears drenched his shirt- and it was enough to snap him from whatever he was doing. He turned around, his brows pinched together as he looked at your unconsolable form.

“W-why are you crying, my angel?” Hoseok asked, tilting you chin to meet his empty eyes. “You don’t want me gone?”

You shook your head, pained that he was even capable of doing what he was about to do. “N-no. Please-“

“You love me?” He asked, hope in his eyes. “You take me back, then?”

His sister was watching the two of you, and at your hesitation, she mouthed ‘please’.

And so you nodded, and Hoseok pulled you in his arms, never to let you go. You didn’t see the smirk he had in his face.

Weightless;; KSJ

Word Count;; 6.3k

Genre;; Yandere + Sci-Fi Horror [Alien Series AU]

Pairing;; Seokjin x F!Reader

Summary;;

There’s something aboard the ship. The crew refuses to comment on it, paid to act like everything is smooth sailing despite the obvious, but you’ve heard it. In the dead of night, when the partying comes to an end and your fellow guests retire to their rooms, screams echo from deep within the bowels of the Ishimura.

It’s only a matter of time before it comes for you. Even now you can hear it breathing, whispering, groaning. Laying awake on your bed, you stare into the overhead vent. It’s there you always find them - floating eyes amidst the endless dark.

Warnings;;

Umm, Alien-typical content, yandere-typical content. Death (no MCD), violence, drugging, gore, horror, suspense, mental breakdowns, etc etc

SPACE HORROR!! No one can hear you scream in space! There’s nowhere to run in space! muhahaha!

Notes;;

This is for @taetaecherub​’s Fear Festival BTS Halloween Collab! <3 Don’t forget to check out the other works - they’re gonna be great! Also I love you if you picked up on any of the references in this! It’s packed full of them!!

Main Masterlist || BTS Masterlist

   Weightless.

   When you awake, you’re weightless. Free, light, unburdened – it’s as if you’re floating in space. A sense of serenity befalls you. Taking a deep breath, you suck down the artificial air and hold it deep within your lungs.

   There’s something off about the crew. They haven’t been acting right ever since the outing on Feros. You exhale through parted lips. Desperate whispers shared in dark corners, mouths sealed shut behind trembling lips, eyes wide with the unspeakable knowledge, the horrendous truth of what happened that “uneventful” day.

   Another inhalation of not-quite-perfect oxygen. It’s almost indistinguishable from Earth’s air and yet… you know. Perhaps that’s the only reason it bothers you. You know it isn’t natural. It sits heavy in your chest. If only you had caught a glimpse of the passenger they carted down to medical. Without something concrete, you have nothing to investigate. An insistent burn tickles your lungs. Asking everyone you see if they know of a missing guest is proving futile. Just as your chest is ready to burst, you release your breath.

   Enough is enough.

   Today is the day you get your answers.

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Exorbitant

Member: Kim Seokjin

Synopsis: After being dumped by his long time girlfriend, Jin has given up on love. When his friend sets him up with a classmate, Jin thinks things have just turned in his favor. He’s in love, he’s certain. SO why is he being left on read?

Warning: Yandere themes

Headline: Stalker Sent Crush 159,000 After One Date And Threatened To Make Sushi From Kidneys 

Admin: @chimchimsauce​

The restaurant is fancy. Perhaps too fancy for a first date. There are glad chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and wall to wall fish tanks filled with all the fish to be slaughtered. The lighting is dim and people are quiet, only the sound of bubbling tanks in Seokjin’s ears.

Maybe this was a bad idea. After all, a year isn’t too long to still be hung up on someone is it? Is it?

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Strangers (Chapter One)

Strangers from Hell AU

Series Masterlist

pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: yandere, horror/thriller

warnings: murder, mature themes, obsessive/possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, stalking, violence (will update as needed)

word count: 5k words

summary: You are finally moving out of your hometown and following your dreams of living in the big city. With an internship at a successful company and your friends living close by, you feel like things are finally working out. 

Sure, your apartment might not be the most glamorous and your new neighbors are a bit strange but that’s normal for a first time living away from home, right? Everyone had warned you about how evil the world could be but it wasn’t until you moved there that you started to understand how strangers could be a real hell.

You were finally doing it. Getting out of your hometown. It had been a long time coming as you were ready to move out as soon as you graduated but when your father fell ill shortly after, you couldn’t just abandon your mother to take care of him and your little brother all by herself, not to mention the family business that needed a new manager. So you stayed. You stayed until eventually death came for your father and then you stayed for when the depression hit your mother so hard she couldn’t get out of bed for days at a time. When you weren’t working, you were the one to make sure your kid brother finished his homework and ate all his meals. It was you that took care of your zombie-like mother until she came back to herself.

And now everyone was back on their feet and you felt like it was the right time to leave, especially because you had been accepted for an internship program in at a successful company that matched well with your college degree. Throughout your college years, you decided to stay living at home to help your family as well as save money. Your longtime boyfriend, Jihoon, had moved to the city a year ago after he graduated and you had been dating long distance ever since. But, you couldn’t waste any more time in your small hometown. This was your big chance and you weren’t going to miss it.

The sound of your mother’s voice calling your name could barely be heard over your suitcase rumbling down your driveway. You curse inwardly, scrunching your face up in annoyance at yet another obstacle stopping you from leaving. You were so close to freedom you could taste it.

Looking over your shoulder, you saw your mom carrying a bag of prepared meals that you surely couldn’t finish by yourself. You knew this was coming which was why you had tried to book it out of there. So much for that plan.

“Mom, I can’t carry all that,” you eye the large bag warily. You appreciate the sentiment but you were trying to be independent now and this wasn’t helping.

She ignored you and began making quick work to tie the bag to the handlebars of your suitcase so that you wouldn’t even need to hold it. Once finished, she stood back up and made a satisfied huff, “There!”

“What? I have to make sure my baby eats! You expect me to let you go hungry?” She exclaims in response to your deadpanned look.

“You have to let me find my own way now.”

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Strangers (Chapter Two)

Strangers from Hell AU

Series Masterlist

pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: yandere, horror/thriller

warnings: murder, mature themes, obsessive/possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, stalking, violence (will update as needed)

word count: 5.5k words

quick note!! I had to make some edits in the last chapter bc I realized two plot points were missing so to summarize: yn has a boyfriend named Jihoon that also lives in the city and Nayeon is the friend that got her a job at the company! not major plot points (and they’re only briefly mentioned in the last chapter) but just wanted to put this out there in case you were confused reading this one :)

Today’s the big day. You thought you would be nervous but right now, all you feel is excitement. You finally get to wear the professional clothes you bought recently and you feel like a real adult in them. You opted to wear a gray pencil skirt today as it’s still pretty hot outside, paired with a blue button-up blouse. You slip on the heels and inwardly thank your mom for forcing you to wear them around the house the past few weeks in order to break them in. A quick once over in the mirror gives you all the confirmation you need to start your day.

You try to ignore your clicking heels echoing in the hallway as you fish through your bag for the granola bar you stuffed in there earlier. You don’t see Jimin standing there by his office door, which he takes advantage of as his eyes rake up and down your figure.

“Good morning, YN!” You jump as you look up and see him smiling at you, his abrupt greeting causing you to almost drop the breakfast you had finally dug out.

“Good morning, Jimin.” You bow politely, fully ready to move past him when he stops you again.

“Sorry if I scared you.” He laughs warmly, stepping closer to you. “I just wanted to say I heard that things got a little rowdy last night and I hope you weren’t too freaked out.”

“Oh, yes well-”

“It’s normally not like that at all. We’re usually very quiet and respectful here.”

“I understand. It can get like that sometimes with a lot of people living in the same place.” You try to inch towards where the stairs are when he subtly moves closer, blocking your path again.

“You’re so considerate!” Jimin coos, tapping your arm in a friendly manner. “Unlike that other girl, she’s a real trainwreck.”

Your eyes widen at his blatant gossipping, not expecting him to speak so negatively about one of his tenants. “You mean Soomi?”

“Yes, she runs with a pretty rough crowd so it explains how violent she is.” His words give you pause as you take in this new information, not sure whether to believe him or not. “But don’t worry, you won’t be seeing her around anymore. She packed up and left this morning.”

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When you found out they cheated on you

Pairing: Hyung line x Reader

Warnings: Soft Yandere, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: because if there’s maknae story, there should be the hyung line story! Work and school have been exhausting me lately sksks I’m glad I made time to finish this! I hope you enjoy!

Namjoon

“It was a stupid mistake!” Namjoon, who rarely raised his voice, implored you to believe him. But you were done believing him. It didn’t matter if it only happened once, or that it was a mistake- none of that mattered because what mattered was that for that short span of moments, his lust overpowered his supposedly love for you.

“Stupid mistake? Namjoon, you’re one of the smartest man on earth for fuck’s sake! What you did wasn’t stupid! It cannot even be considered a mistake!” You screamed at him, your emotions getting the best of you because he kept on blocking your path. You gentle giant would never put his hand on you in anger, but he sure did use his form to stop you from leaving the studio. Jungkook looked traumatized as he inadvertently watched his hyung that he looked up to, and his noona in this terrible scenario.

“Flower, it’s the truth. It was nothing but a mistake! You’re the only one who has my heart! You’re the only one I love-“

“Do you? Really? Do you really love me?”

“I do!”

You shook your head before he could even finished his sentence. “No, Namjoon. I love you. I would never cheat on you. I would never betray your trust. But you did. And now I can’t even love you,” you argued softly, feeling all the energy draining out from you. Suddenly, you were just too tired of it all, and your words made Namjoon faltered.

He felt himself panic, felt himself at lost for the first time. He was a man who always knew what to do, always soldiered on through the toughest of times. But you saying you could no longer love him made him lose his composure. And with his stoic form, you walked past him.

You thought you could leave, really thought you could escape this messed up situation when the golden maknae suddenly stepped in front of you, blocking you from opening the door.

“Jungkook,” you whispered, closing your eyes as tears fell. “Please. Move.”

Jungkook’s lips quivered as he looked at your broken, desolate form, and to his leader who looked so lost, his head bent down as he looked so forlone. He knew he had to help just like how Namjoon was always ready to lend him a helping hand. He was always there to make the difficult decisions, always there to make sure that the members were doing fine.

And now, his leader was anything but fine. And you were the only one who held the great leader together. If you left, Jungkook was terrified to think of what would happen to his hyung.

You attempted to walk around him when he only moved with you, softly stopping you from leaving.

“Please noona, just listen to hyung first, okay?”

“No. I have nothing to say to him anymore.”

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t let you leave-“

You forcedly pushed him to the side, but the muscular golden maknae barely even moved. You were full on crying as you felt so emotionally drained and physically helpless that you didn’t notice Namjoon was standing behind you. His huge hand, the one that you always admired, snaked around you, pulling you closer to his chest.

“Let me go! Let me leave-“ He cut you off, his head bent to nuzzle your neck, his voice deep as the words he said made you paused.

“You and I know that I can’t ever let you go, flower. We’ll talk. We’ll resolve this. We’ll be happy again. You’re mine, flower. You’re never going to leave me.”

You whipped your head to look at him. Was he so disillusioned that he thought you would stay with him after cheating on you? Did he really think you’d still accept him?

Namjoon met your eyes with his determined ones, his other arm wrapping around your waist, effectively preventing you from leaving his side.

No.

Never would you leave him.

Never would he let you.

Without breaking eye contact, his deep voice resounded on the quietness of the studio. “Thanks, Jungkook. And lock the door when you leave.”

Seokjin

“I just can’t stand and see you live a lie. Y/N, we saw Seokjin and a girl kissing…I’m sorry you had to hear this from me.”

You heard what she said, could understand what she said. But why then were you frozen in tracks? Why then were your hands suspended as you poured her coffee? Why then did you desperately not want to believe her?

Why then did you want to run away from this situation?

She was your close friend, practically grew up with you. And you knew she would never lie about something like this. The picture she was showing on her phone was all the proof you needed.

You wouldn’t live with the disrespect, would never allow yourself to stay on a relationship that didn’t value honesty. And so, immediately you resigned from their company after spending so many years working in finance. The HR refrained from asking as though they had an inkling of idea why you were leaving. You set the effectivity as soon as possible, sacrificing your career just as he sacrificed your relationship for a fleeting lust. You were as though on an autopilot, your face stoic as you went out of the house and faced the world, only breaking down once you were safe in the four walls of your house.

Your house.

You were so glad that you didn’t jump right at the prospect of living with him when he begged you to move in with him. You were smart not to uproot your whole life and independence and space. But God were you tempted to wake up everyday in his arms, to see his sleepy face first thing in the morning, to cook and experiment with him.

But all of those were now gone with the wind.

You were avoiding him successfully from the day you were informed, leaving his messages and calls unanswered, leaving the door locked whenever he knocked which made him think you weren’t home.

So where were you?

If only you saw Jin right now, you’d feel a little bit pity for the man you still loved. That was the thing with love, it didn’t just fade away because someone did a mistake. It stayed, it lingered…until it festered from the inside.

He hadn’t seen you in weeks, his messages getting increasingly agitated, angry, sad, and frantic- all of which were left unanswered.

You owed him nothing but your silence, yet his last message sent shivers down your spine.

‘You know I hate being ignored, sweetheart. I don’t know what I’m capable to do if I ever lose you.’

Everyone knew Jin was a good man, someone who was always soft and always looking out for the members. Everyone knew he was selfless. But only you saw the swirling darkness in his eyes whenever he looked at you, only you felt how tight he was holding you whenever someone was near you, or how hard he made love to you on nights when he had no choice but to leave you for work.

But this was different. You felt like his message was a form of promise…or a threat.

Finally, his company contacted you for the documents you needed in order to secure another job, as well as your final pay. You were glad to get this done. You were planning on accepting another job far, far, far away from Jin, his lies, and the relationship you thought would survived. You went to the company after asking your friend that worked there if the group was in the building. Apparently, they were doing a guesting on a radio show which made you feel some kind of thing.

The last time you saw Jin was when he left your apartment before going abroad. You remembered how tight he hugged you, how warm his chest was, and how you were almost crying just thinking about him being gone for a week- which apparently was enough time for him to cheat on you.

“Sweetheart, don’t cry,” he said with a small laugh, wiping your tears with his thumb. “I’ll be back before you know it. I’m going to call everyday! Every hour!”

You laughed at his ridiculousness, and once you did, he gifted you with his beautiful smile. “That’s impossible. You’ll be busy-“

“Nothing is impossible for your boyfriend. I’ll even call you every thirty minutes!”

You scoffed at his cuteness. “It’s true! I’ll even be more clingy or else some asshole might snatch you up while you’re all alone.”

And when you stopped crying, he kissed you so tenderly, so slowly, savoring every moment with you that when you opened your eyes, you were smiling from how much he loved you.

You were an idiot.

You stepped out of the office after bidding your coworkers that turned close friends goodbye, and after securing the documents, the radio station where the group was guesting was playing on the huge screen on the hallway. You frowned when you noticed there were only six of them…with no Jin in sight.

“I see there’s only six of you. Is the world wide handsome doing okay?” The radio host asked the group members in concern, in which Namjoon took the lead.

“He has an emergency right now that sadly cannot wait. But I assure you, our hyung is okay, and he will be resolving the issue as soon as possible.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You couldn’t believe your ears. And you certainly cannot believe your eyes when you suddenly felt a hand gripped your wrist, and dragged you down the hall. Your eyes were wide as you stared at Jin’s broad back, his breaths hard as he pulled you with him. You were too shocked to even resist, not until he pulled you inside his office and locked the door behind him.

His jaw was clenched as he took you in, his face missing the usual playfulness in it.

“I thought something bad happened to you,” he began in the deepest voice you heard him used. His form was rigid as he took you in, searching for any harm that may have come your way since you started ghosting him. And only when he were assured that you were unharmed did he meet your eyes. You were unharmed and that should calmed him down, but it didn’t. It didn’t get passed his observation that you appeared thinner than the last time he saw you. And he loathed that. Jin took pride in the fact taking care of you, of making sure that your well-being was his main priority that your weight dropped was like a knife to his heart. “I thought someone took you away from me,” he continued, walking closer to you as though he was a predator, and you a prey that had been successfully evading him for quite some time. And it enraged him, that when he got closed enough to you, he trapped you in his arms never to let you go. “Sweetheart, I thought I lost you,” he whispered in a dark tone, yet an underlying terrified emotion passed through his eyes.

You looked at him with hard eyes, “Don’t touch me.”

“First you ran away from me and now you don’t want me touching you?” He scoffed in disbelief.

“First you claimed to love me and then you threw our relationship to the ground and cheated on me,” you snapped back, pushing the tall man away from you with all your strength and the asshole only moved few inches.

“W-what? Sweetheart, what are you talking about?” He visibly paled, his hand was shaking with sudden stressed and anxiety.

“You’re not an idiot, Seokjin. So stop acting like one.”

“I don’t understand. Is that why you’re avoiding me? Because you think I cheated-“

“Don’t you dare make me feel like an idiot, Kim Seokjin.”

“I’m not, sweetheart. But that is not true! I’ll never cheat on-“

You showed him your phone, the one that your friend showed you and broke your heart. His eyes were on the screen of your phone, his eyes went round that you had proof of his infidelity. After a moment of silence, you deleted the picture.

“Don’t worry. Your image is safe,” you smiled at him sadly, assuring him that you would never use this against him despite how much he devastated you. At this point, you were just damn tired and his presence would never put you whole again.

You wanted to be away from him.

You managed to render him speechless, managed to put much distance between the two of you, before going straight to the door.

“She meant nothing,” his voice was pleading, watching you with pitiful eyes.

“Apparently, I mean nothing, too.”

You were about to open the door when his words stopped you.

“Do you want me to destroy her? You know I can…Just tell me what you need so we can move past this, sweetheart…”

You knew your Jin’s family was powerful, something that he never bragged about. He was so humble that he even chose to start from the very bottom, growing with the members through hardship despite the fact that he had a rich family. And now that he was saying these words, offering you to destroy someone just because he could proved to you how much you never knew him.

Your eyes were terrified as you looked up at the tall man, his jaw clenched, seriousness and madness crossing his face. “What I want is for you to go back in time and be faithful to me, but we cannot have that, do we?”

His handsome face visibly flinched from your verbal attack, but you had to get this out of your chest. “What I want is for you to leave me alone. I’m done with you, Kim Seokjin.”

And finally, when you opened the door, he didn’t stop you. Yet, his parting words to you assured you that this wouldn’t be the last you saw of him.

“I’ll give you time. I’ll give you space. But please don’t make me be the villain in our story, sweetheart. Because I can be the villain if it means keeping you with me.”

Yoongi

Your Yoongi was staying up late in his studio for almost a month now, pouring in so many hours just to perfect his craft that more often than not, you slept and woke up alone. And you would admit that you were feeling quite lonely, the fancy apartment he got for you and him was screaming in elegance, but you had never felt so alone than you did right now.

You missed your Yoongi.

With your mind made up, you cooked him his favorite food. You’d surprised him in his studio.

But when you got there, it was you who was surprised.

You wished you didn’t come, wished that you never locked eyes with him. You wished you never met him.

Yet most of all, you wish you never knew. It was true what they said, ignorance was a fucking bliss because having seen him thrusting behind a bent girl, one that you recognized, sent sharp stabs of pain and betrayal in your heart.

Did you ever really know him?

Because the man who opened his eyes in time to see your tears fell was not the one you fell in love with, he wasn’t the man who promised never to cheat on you because he knew how it felt, knew how damaging it was,

He experienced it, he lived it- so why then was he making you live the nightmare he escaped?

Yoongi’s movement faltered when he saw you. He wanted so bad to wake up from this, wanted so bad to consider this a mere nightmare. But it wasn’t. You were really looking at him with hurt and betrayal in your eyes.

But didn’t he mean for this to happen? Wasn‘t he the one to always self-destruct when things were becoming too good to be true? And weren’t you too good to be true?

You were too good for him.

And now he was regretting giving in to temptation, he regretted destroying the one good and pure thing in his life.

“K-Kitten,” he called out to you as he removed himself from the woman. And you winced when you heard the sickening sound of the proof of his infidelity. Before he could even tucked himself, you left.

You couldn’t even stay one second with him.

You couldn’t even breathe in that room because it reeked of them.

You couldn’t breath. God, you couldn’t breathe.

You heard him screaming for you as you ran, his deep voice resounding on the hallway as the remaining staff looked at you with bewilderment in their eyes. They never heard the Min Yoongi that desperate and fearful until that day.

You didn’t know how, but you managed to pack your stuff and left him and his lies. Or maybe he just didn’t care enough to go after you. It did hurt, but you were glad he didn’t. You couldn’t believe he made a fool of you when you did nothing but love and understand his hectic schedule. And now you didn’t want to see him.

You thought you’d never hear from him again. You were sure he was ashamed of himself that he’d never show up in front of you again. But you couldn’t be anymore wrong.

It was almost a week when you came home from work. Your apartment was small, and not something you’d rent for a long time. But it was exactly what you needed- somewhere far away from him. So imagine your surprise when you walked to your apartment only to find him waiting for you.

Yoongi looked thinner, he looked paler and his eyes looked like they had not rested since forever. He stepped near you but you acted like he wasn’t there, fishing your keys from your bag.

“Kitten-“

You evaded his touch, not looking at his way and instead, attempted to open your door.

“Kitten, let’s talk. Please. I haven’t slept since you left. I’ve been going crazy because I couldn’t find you,” he said desperately, his voice showing agitation despite him trying to say his piece calmly. You pretended to not hear him. You promised yourself that the next time you’d see him, you would act as if he didn’t exist, because why shouldn’t you? In the first place, he acted as if you didn’t exist and proceeded on fucking someone else.

You cursed when you dropped your keys in your haste. You bent down and tried again, praying to heavens that your hand stopped trembling.

“I didn’t know where you were. I went around, I looked for you. I went to your family, I went to your friends but none of them knew where you are. I thought something bad happened to you. I thought I’d never see you again,” he sputtered out, his eyes desperately searching yours as he stood beside you. His form looked defeated, yet you knew he was a stubborn man.

He wouldn’t let this go.

“As you can see, I am alive and well. So leave,” you said in a cold voice, not once removing your eyes from your door that was as equally stubborn as Yoongi.

“Why would I? My girlfriend is here. Shouldn’t lovers stay together?” He asked, his head tilted to the side in confusion.

You sighed in frustration before finally, finally looking at the lunatic beside you.

“Oh, I don’t know. I thought our relationship was done from the time you cheated on me.”

If he was affected by your verbal attack, he didn’t show. Instead, his eyes lost their desperation, and in their place was determination. He stepped near you that it left you no choice but to back away from him until you felt the door behind you.

“Oh, kitten, you thought we were done? That’s why you’ve been avoiding me?” He whispered as he bent down to look into your eyes. He smiled at you, his smile so sweet yet so cold, as though some switch was turned. “That’s okay. I understand. But we’re not done because you promised me before that you were never going to leave me, isn’t that right, kitten?”

He tucked your hair behind your ear. Having touched you calmed him down enough to know that you needed space from him. But it was alright. He’d give you space. He’d let you breathe.

But there was no way he was going to let you go.

But you were smart, because the very next day, you moved.

Hoseok

“Don’t! Don’t touch me. You disgust me!” You screamed at him as you pushed his desperate hands away from you.

You couldn’t believe how idiotic you were. You thought surprising him in the hotel he was staying in Japan was a smart move. You thought he’d be happy to see you because why wouldn’t he want to see you when it was your fucking anniversary today.

And yet here you were, shocked to see him in bed with another woman.

The staff were hesitant to tell you his room number this time. But it would rather be more suspicious if they didn’t give Jung Hoseok’s longtime girlfriend his room number when they were used to you surprising him.

As soon as Hoseok opened the door wearing only a robe, you jumped and planted kisses on his handsome face. But when you finally opened your eyes, you saw a woman hastily wearing her clothes with her hair all over her face, and her lipstick smudged. Slowly, you turned to look at his lips only to find the same shade there.

You never laid hands on him, not even in playful fights.

But this time, you slapped him so hard his head turned to the side.

“Angel, I-I’m sorry!” He sobbed as you pushed him further away from you, your eyes never leaving the crumpled bedsheets, his scattered clothes on the floor, the glasses of wine on the table. You couldn’t believe he could do this to you. You couldn’t believe he would ever do this to you.

He was full on sobbing as he held you to him. And you were still too shocked of everything- yet you knew you didn’t want him touching you.

You struggled against him, pushing him away. He still smelled like her. The girl had long ran out of the room, yet her presence still lingered.

“Don’t touch me. We’re done, Hoseok,” you declared in a strong voice before turning away from him. You didn’t even make it halfway to the hallway when you heard his scream that were so loud that the members all went out of their rooms thinking it was an emergency.

You heard him before you could even turn to look at him.

“Please please please, don’t leave me please,” he croaked as you looked at his tear-stained eyes. He was inconsolable, his breathing rapid as he implored you to believe him, to not leave him.

You shook your head at him, aware of the members who were all watching the two of you with anguish and surprised in their eyes. They weren’t used to see Hoseok this vulnerable, and they had known you for so long and yet this was the first time they saw the two of you like this.

What happened?

He was so in love with you..

Hoseok attempted to touch you when you slapped him once again, your anger getting the best of you. “I told you not to touch me. Never touch me again,” you fumed at him, never minding his distressed state. “Not when you fucked someone else minutes ago!”

“I’m sorry. Don’t leave me. Don’t. Please.”

At that point, Hoseok was even more incoherent, his cries making his words come out short that Jimin couldn’t take it any longer and went closer to his hyung in an attempt to calm him down.

“No. You deserved to be alone,” you spat at him before walking away only to be once again stopped by him. He tugged your hand, and to your surprised, he knelt down. He bowed down his head as though he was praying for you not to leave, your hand trapped in his larger ones.

“Hyung-“

“I’ll do anything. I’ll do anything for you to forgive me. Just please!” His voice was loud as he wailed, his shoulders shaking. He looked up to you. “Please don’t leave me.”

But his tears wouldn’t move you. Not when you gave him all of you. Not when you loved him with all your heart only for him to cheat on you.

At your cold stare and silence, Jimin squatted down beside him. “Hyung, maybe you two should talk again when both of you are calmer.”

Namjoon’s mind started shifting gears. He knew no one should see Hoseok like this, knew that the dancer could not control his emotions. He stepped near you, touching your elbow gently as he leaned down to look at you.

“Right. Hyung, the two of you will talk tomorrow. I’m sure Y/N is still exhausted from her flight,” he started before looking at the still crying man. He nodded his head at him in assurance. And only when Hoseok nodded did Jimin helped his hyung to stand up. “Jimin, bring him to his room first. I’ll take care of Y/N.”

He didn’t leave, not before telling you he loved you and that he’d talk to you tomorrow. Not before you and Namjoon left first.

“I don’t want to talk to him,” you whispered to the tall man beside you.

“I know. It’s just to calm him down for tonight, Y/N,” he assured you, knowing that what his hyung did was wrong. He heard enough to know that his hyung was in the wrong. “But I hope you know he’s never going to let you go that easily.”

And when you looked behind you, there he still was, standing with tears in his eyes- yet his face was clouded with darkness and a promise that he would make this right, whether you wanted to or not.

Thinking of yandere!seokjin— he can’t let you go

pairing: jin x f.reader

genre: yandere | smut +18 minors DNI

tw: toxic, manipulative behaviour

a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

enjoy(;

yandere!seokjin who catches you staring at him. the sea of people that surrounds you stop existing once his eyes meet yours. the desire to make you his only grows— he has to have you.

yandere!seokjin who compulsively lies about his intentions with you. he seems to always be around when you need a helping hand. he will patiently wait until you fall for him, and when you do, he is never letting go.

yandere!seokjin who spoils you with gifts. big, small, anything—you got it! anything for his precious sweetheart. oh but he will guilt-trip you into fucking later. “didn’t you like what I got you, my sweet? you did? show me how much… I can fuck your lovely face all night long”.

yandere!seokjin who uses sex as punishment. “oooh you were out with your little friends weren’t you— you had fun? more fun than when you’re with me?” he fucks you so incredibly good that all you can do is whisper I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry as his cock stretches you out perfectly. bringing you so close to cumming all over him but— “little whores and liars like you don’t to cum”

yandere!seokjin who uses sex as a reward. “you looked so pretty in there… was that all for me?” two of his long, slender fingers pumping in and out of you in the back of the car. his driver playing fool as you are about to cum on your lover’s fingers. yes yes all for you is all that you mumble against his plump lips that kiss you so fervently. “be good and cum for me… you will be cumming all night, sweetheart”

yandere!seokjin who gets extremely anxious when he has to spend the night without you, he has cameras all around your luxurious house. he needs to keep an eye on his sweetheart. the night hours pass and he watches you intently on his phone screen, how you are unable to sleep so you find your favourite sex toy to pleasure you. he takes his cock out of his pants and rapidly strokes it to catch up and cum with you “y-you better not think that toy is better than m-me… fuck, when I’m back home I’ll fuck you so good you will only be able to say my name— ahh” and he cums, thinking fucking about you dumb.

I might have messed around and made a multi-talented club (another club) heheh but this is before they fall for that certain someone.

This is my first time doing this so bear with me here I will try my best to follow up with profiles, and their aesthetic.