Anon asked: Could I have a Yandere BTS reaction where S/o, who was kidnapped, coldly speaks: “You can control me… what I do, what I say… But know this. You will not control who I love. And that will never be you” please? Thank you!
Wow! Loving the creativity! Here you go lovely!
Seokjin
He would be astonished, by your wit and nerve, but it didn’t sway him even the slightest. If it was one thing he knew, it was that he wasn’t going to let you get away. You could say all you pleased, but you were his, and his alone. The only thing he would muster up after the time you spent bickering with him, would be a simple “tch” with a click of his tongue, as if desregarding all you had to say in that moment.
“Tch- Are you done?”
Namjoon
The smile and laughter that came from him would grow uneasy, until it disappeared all together. At first he would try to laugh it off, making jokes here and there, asking through a smile what you were going on about, but as he noticed that your were being serious, he too grew serious himself. After all he did for you, he thought you would be happy, and want to stay by his side, but hearing how unhappy that you were with him, would put him in a anxious frenzy. He wanted nothing more than for you to be his, but he also wanted you to be happy about it too.
“Huahah- Wh..what did you say? You don’t want to be with me?”
Yoongi
You wouldn’t have the time to speak for long, as the minute you brought up how you didn’t want to be there with him, he would get up from where he was crouched in front of you, and make his leave from the bedroom, making sure to lock the door behind him so you wouldn’t try to escape. After taking you from the filth of the outside world and people, you had wanted to leave yet to return back to it? He was not about to listen to any of that.
“Im doing this all..for you. The least you can do is be grateful and not try to shove it right back into my face. You’ll come out when you’re grateful again.”
Hoseok
This man would do a whole 360. The usual smiling Hoseok would be replace by a serious one as you talked down to him. He was always keen when it came to you saying what you wanted, and he always listened with interest and love, but he couldn’t with this. He didn’t like to show you this more abrasive side of him in front of you, but he couldn’t help it. You had really dug under his skin with what you said.
“Baby…let’s not get too hasty right now. You’re probably just tired, and should go take a nap and sleep on this. You don’t know what you’re saying right now.”
Jimin
He would go into a full breakdown as you explained how and why you could no longer be tied down to him. He didn’t want to hear it, no he couldn’t hear it. He started to pull on his hair and smack his head with his hands and he pulled from the strands, with a “No, No, No! Don’t say that!” Until he was finally able to calm down, somewhat, before getting on his knees and pleading to you.
“(y/n)…please.. you can’t do this- or-or-or say that! I love you….please…”
Taehyung
As soon as you brought up how unhappy you were, and how you wanted to leave he wasn’t going to hear it. Immediately, he slammed his hands on the table he was sitting at as he pushed himself from his chair and went over to you with a shake of his head. He would grab you by the shoulders, of course he didn’t want to be rough with you, that was the last thing he had wanted, but his mind and vision was cloudy as he tried to gain his composure, but it was no use, all he could do was gently shake you back and forth as he asked, “why, why why-“ over and over again.
Jungkook
Being the king of manipulation, he would sit there, pouting as he listened to all your anger and sadness. Tears would start to form at the corner of his eyes as he tried to plead with you. Of course this was all just an act, that he put on in hopes you would fall for it and stay. He never wanted to lay a hand on you and use force so he did what all he knew he could and that was use his pitifulness and charm.
“Don’t leave (y/n)..I’m sorry, I’ll change, you know I’ll do anything, for you. “
Anon asked: Bless you and your amazing writing, 10/10 way to be spending a lazy day is reading your stuff. Anyway, now that I’ve said what I’ve been thinking since I first read something from you, may I make a request??? If you can, could you make a Yandere!BTS reaction to their S/O coming home and immediately plopping themselves on top of them???? Like, they could just be laying on the couch watching a movie or something and then suddenly their S/O walks inside and lays on top of them. Thank you :)
Awww! What a sweetheart you are! Thank you so so much !~ Yes of course! How cute! Here you go !
Seokjin
He would be a ball of nerves as soon as you plopped down on his lap. His pupils dilated before shaking along with his hands that hovered over your sides. It’s not that he wasn’t happy you were so close to him, he was just unsure of what to do next. He loved you so much that he just wanted to squeeze you to his hearts content, but he didn’t want to do it to the point that he suffocated you, literally. When he finally came to his senses, he would slowly wrap his arms around you, and grin.
“O-oh what’s this??”
Namjoon
Just like Jin, he would be stunned and surprised as you flounced over and laid on top of him. In all honesty, this excited him, in a way where he became giddy. His favorite thing was being close to you like this, and he finally got it, without begging or asking you. All he could do was soak you, and this moment in as he held you close, with eyes shut and a huge, beaming smile across his face. He wish that the two of you could stay like this forever. Though, I’m sure he could make it happen.
“No no! You didn’t bother me! I’m just so happy and surprised that I don’t know what to say!”
Yoongi
As soon as you plopped down on the seemingly sleeping Yoongi, you were surprised to be greeted by the feeling of his hands gripping your hips with slight pressure. A smirk would cross his face as he pulled you back into him until your back was pressed up against his chest. He didn’t like being bothered much, but when it came to you, he didn’t care one bit. Though, he decided he would tease you but running up a hand along the side of your neck as he placed his lips next to your ear and whispered.
“Now since you woke me up from my nap, looks like you’ll have to be punished.”
Hoseok
This boy would be beyond excited when it came to being in contact with you, especially physically. He wouldn’t hesitate one bit to pull you deeper into him. It wasn’t until he had you locked in his grasp that he grew a little more…sentimental. He would plant kisses all over your shoulder, arm, neck. Anything that was close to him and within the reach of his mouth. It was as if his ‘high’ came down as he grew calm. Just having you within his touch was enough to assure him. Even though he was holding you, he still wanted to show you affection in just more than a simply embrace. And that’s just what he intended to do.
“I’m so happy that you’re mine…*kiss*all*kiss*mine..”
Jimin
Usually, at times that you were so close to him, he would pounce on you, but now you were the one doing the pouncing. He wanted to savor this moment quite honestly, especially as he would feel himself growing hot with passion and lust. The love he had for you overflowed and overwhelmed him like no other. Only you had this kind of feeling on him, and it made him more excited. And it was all because you were close to him in such an innocent way. A few whimpers would espcape his lips as he squished you between his arms that folded around you in a hug. It seemed innocent nonetheless, but he had plans for you that afternoon.
“You don’t know the things you do to me just with your presence..”
Taehyung
Excitement would course through his veins the minute that he felt the warmth of your body against his. A wide smile would stretch across his face as he leans up and grabs you with in a tight hug. Of course, he wasn’t aware of his own strength, and he was too happy to care. He would hold you so tight, that you thought you would burst. He couldn’t help but squirm here and there as he slowly loosened his grip, after he heard your constricted breathing. Even though he felt bad for doing so, he just could stop smiling.
“I’m sorry baby..I just…I’m just so happy to be around you! You don’t know how happy you make me! “
Jungkook
He would be speechless, and seemed unphased at first, but deep down, he was freaking out. It’s not that he didn’t love you or this affection you were sharing with him, oh no. He loved it and you! But that might have been the problem. He loved you so much that he worried about giving you too much love and attention, that you would reject him, and he felt that would be the worst feeling in the world. Still, he couldn’t help to indulge as a smile slowly crept across his face, while he slowly pulled you closer to him.
“Well…This is a surprise..But I love it, and I love you..”
— Summary: You’re a recent grad who was given the dream opportunity to intern abroad in South Korea. When you moved into a small, somewhat homely, apartment complex in Gangnam, you were pleasantly surprised to have become neighbors with 7 very intriguing, very charming, very handsome young men. You weren’t expecting them to have become so attached to you so quickly and that’s probably because you’re actually their reincarnated soulmate. To make matters even more convoluted, they’re also part of the mafia, they’re demons, and they’re heir to the throne of the underworld. Who’d thought that your once normal life would change so drastically over the course of such a short time?
Chapter 4 is finally here!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!! HAPPY HOPE DAY AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Lol, this is super duper late but it’s here, revised, and finished!!
The 7 young men crowded around the 3rd floor communal lounge area once again after they got back from visiting the elder witch. Her words were enlightening to say the least, but it was nothing they hadn’t expected. According to her, you were unmistakably their soulmate. Their reactions to you, your response back, the continual serendipitous encounters with each and every one of them; this was all in response to the universe aligning you all to your final reunion.
The confirmation made all their hearts soar with excitement, the fluttery feelings of butterflies tickling their stomachs with joy. However, the euphoric feeling was cut short thanks to the additional warnings stated by the elder witch. They weren’t particularly fond of what she had said, having not suspected it, yet, at the same time, not being as surprised by it either.
She had unfortunately admitted that there is a possibility that you can reject your soul bond with them, the thought of that hurting them more than they cared to admit. Humans are not as receptive to soul mates as they once were, the concept being a rare and dying ideal to them. Due to that, it has affected your share of the bond immensely, the lack of practice muting your cognitive awareness to the feelings you share with them. She did say that your violent response to being touched by Namjoon and Yoongi was more than enough of a good sign that you do feel something, however, the fact still remains you could still just as easily reject them all in the end.
That worried them all greatly, unsure of the appropriate steps to take from their given point. She made it quite clear that forcing the bond will inevitably cause more harm than anything else, the possibility of you succumbing to fear or even hatred towards them being a natural response. It was also important to keep in mind that they are demons, a characteristic humans deem both frightening yet unrealistic. Alternatively, restraining their urges too much and too frequently will definitely put them all in immense pain from lack of the fulfilled bond. To help avoid all these worse case scenarios, she suggested subtle courting tactics. Maintaining patience is key to this process, hoping to ease your senses back into the flow of the shared bond over time. Basically, she wants them to help you rekindle the hidden bond you all share. And now, they are gathered to figure out how to do just that.
“We’ll just have to find ways to spend time with her individually. Maybe even in small groups?” Hoseok suggested questioningly.
“That seems easier said than done. How are we supposed to do that without it seeming overbearing or suspicious? Not to mention her work schedule fluctuates like crazy.” Jungkook asked with hints of irritation.
“We’ll spread out our days spent together. We certainly don’t want to overwhelm her. It’s also important to allow her to have personal downtime. Try to plan the days and activities far enough apart and make it seem like a casual suggestion when bringing it up to her.” Seokjin added.
“I agree. She’s very sensitive and naive to the ideas of dating. If it becomes too much for her she might pull away from us. In addition, we need to be attentive to what she says or does, keeping her schedule in mind as much as possible.” Namjoon pointed out.
“She definitely has a social battery. Seems more like a homebody than anything else. Casual dates might be best.” Yoongi lightly chuckled, thinking back on some past conversations you two had.
“I like that idea. Casual dates can definitely make it easier to be more…intimate and personal when alone. She may even drop her guard down and be open with us too.” Taehyung said with a sparkle in his eyes.
“Don’t make it sound so perverted. Remember, we need to take it slow.” Jimin lightly chastised, chuckling knowingly at him.
They all threw out numerous suggestions, ideas, and opinions as they continued the layout of their plan. They were going to do everything in their power to make it as appropriate and successful as possible for the next couple of weeks.
KIM NAMJOON & MIN YOONGI & JUNG HOSEOK
It had already been over 2 months since your arrival into Korea, as well as your unforeseen yet welcoming friendship with the 7 brothers who lived on your apartment floor. It was like reuniting with old friends, melding into their comfort and charm with great ease. You truly weren’t sure how or why it was so quick for you but you didn’t bother to really question it. If anything, you wanted to selfishly indulge in their presence when possible, unsure of how much longer you’d be blessed with their company. Speaking of, the universe must be favoring you today as you were currently getting ready for a sudden outing with none other than Namjoon and Yoongi.
You were so excited, rummaging through your entire dresser for something to wear. You couldn’t decide, too afraid of either overdressing or underdressing. On one hand you wanted to look cute but on the other hand you wanted to be casual. So you settled on something that was the perfect combination of both. When you were officially done getting yourself ready, you nervously walked out of the room down to the main floor waiting area. Though you hadn’t seen either Namjoon or Yoongi just yet, you did see their grandmother, Mrs. Bom.
“Ahhh~, you look so pretty (Y/N)!! Where are you heading off to this fine morning?” she asked with much anticipation in her voice.
You felt the warmth reach your cheeks as you shyly thanked her for her compliment.
“I’m going to the Starfield COEX Mall. Namjoon and Yoongi invited me to go with them. I had never been and wanted to take advantage of my recent payday to buy some souvenirs or clothes. Ahhh~ I’m so excited!” you admitted happily, a giggle escaping your lips.
“I just hope I can be of good company though.” you added sheepishly.
You had become quite comfortable with speaking to Mrs. Bom as of late, sharing a little bit of your more personal self with her. She never judged or pried too far into what you were willing to admit and you were very grateful for that.
Mrs. Bom held a look of surprise and slight confusion. She cocked her head and began speaking.
“What do you mean?
“Well, I don’t talk much and due to that I’ve had people, more than I cared to admit, assume that I was bored being around them. I started thinking that I was doing something wrong because I was invited less and less to hang out with people over the years. I tried really hard to change but that started to feel tiring. It didn’t feel like me and I was no longer looking forward to the invites I eventually never received anyway. Kinda funny how that worked out. Anyway, I like spending time with others, I’m just really quiet. As long as people can accept that, then I think it’ll be fine.” you explained with a slight smile.
“But…” you added suddenly with hesitation.
“I really don’t want to screw this up. Not with Namjoon. And not with Yoongi. They’ve all been so kind and patient with me. I guess I’m just a little worried about the outcome…if that makes sense.”
Mrs. Bom studied your flustered features and shy demeanor for a brief moment. You didn’t seem to be looking for pity or intentionally downing yourself. It didn’t even seem like you were upset about what had happened in the past. It was almost as if you accepted it and had every intention of moving forward. But you were clearly still so scared of messing up. Oh if only you knew how much her grandson’s fawn over you! Your concerns are almost laughable, yet, she understood. She walked up to you with a sweet smile and gently took your hands into hers. This caused you to look at her, watching with curiosity as she began to speak.
“I’m glad you realized that you didn’t have to change. Because my dear, there was nothing ever wrong with you to begin with. Those simple minded people didn’t know how to handle a complex soul like yours and if anything you dodged a bullet! But let me tell you this. Namjoon would never jump to conclusions, would never abandon you, would never do this if he wasn’t certain that he’d enjoy your company. Then there’s my little Yoongi. He is so gentle, patient, and understanding! You’d have to do and be so awful to make him not like you. There is nothing for you to fear or worry over, just be yourself. That’s all that’s being asked of you. That’s all those boys truly want.”
Her words made your heart flutter. They were encouraging, more so than you had anticipated, but your mind couldn’t help but focus on the last thing she mentioned. Was there a double meaning behind her words? It was far too vague to confirm but suspicious enough to make you wonder…to make you hope. A deepening warmth crept upon your cheeks at what she said regardless of the intent, happy to have your spirits lifted after the nagging thoughts were eating away at you all night.
“Thank you, Ms. Bom. I truly mean that with every fiber of my being.” you said with as much sincerity you could muster.
“Of course dear.”
In that moment, unbeknownst to either of you, two figures approached you both. When you finally felt their presence you turned instinctively to look up. That was when you were met with both Namjoon and Yoongi. If only it was as simple as that though.
Both sported a fit that accented their build rather nicely. Each had an attractive casual outfit tailored to their individual tastes. Namjoon’s was more earthy tones with browns and whites and Yoongi’s was more dark, borderline black and grays. Despite the various ways their clothing lay on their body, you couldn’t help but to notice the obvious effects their weight lifting had on their neck, shoulders, arms, and chest.
It was hard not to linger your eyes over their bodies but you forced yourself from prying any longer than you already had, too afraid of coming across as a pervert or creep. Ms. Bom quickly picked up on how hard it was for you and held in a giggle. However, what was even more comical was how desperate the guys looked when their eyes laid on you. It was so painfully obvious it agitated the very core of Ms. Bom. Oh how she wished you’d guys become lovers already so the sexual tension in the air would become less suffocating.
“You look beautiful.” Namjoon said bluntly without thinking.
Your eyes widened in shock, your brain trying to process his words. Ms. Bom seemed impressed by his boldness but he, himself, turned as red as a tomato. Yoongi, being the good hyung as always, butted in quickly to alleviate the rapid shot of awkwardness now present.
“I agree with Namjoon. Are you ready to go? It’s going to be a pretty busy day today but we don’t need to rush it. We have plenty of days to explore the entirety of the mall.” Yoongi said, trying to change the subject.
“I-I…uh yeah! I’m really excited and can’t wait to look around! And I appreciate that Yoongi. I can get tired pretty easily”
“T-That’s not a problem! We don’t want to overwhelm you! But if you’re all ready, we can head off. See you later this evening, Halmoni (grandmother)! We’ll make sure to bring back some of the bread you like on our way home.” Namjoon stated, trying to calm his nerves down.
Ms. Bom approached Namjoon and placed a hand on his cheek. After a quick second, he looked at her gratefully, almost as if unspoken words were shared in that brief moment. The interaction fascinated you, almost like she had calmed him down a bit. Having observed the interaction, a nice warmth blanketed your heart. It was really nice to see actually. You felt a tug at your wrist pulling you from your thoughts. Turning slightly, you see Yoongi close to you with a gentle smile on his lips. His eyes were warm and kind, mesmerizing even. Have they always looked that beautiful?
“Ready?” he asked once more, pulling you from your new set of thoughts.
“Y-Yeah. I am!”
The entire adventure was actually much more fun and fascinating than you had expected. The library was huge and held so many books in it. Not to mention the aquarium and the packed movie theater. It was such an interesting concept, something you had never seen before back in your hometown. You quickly understood why this mall was so popular and kinda wanted to come with everyone next time.
As you continued, you all approached a cute little clothing outlet the further you walked. It caught your eye because it was size friendly and promoted itself on the inclusivity of clothing for bigger, thicker, and curvier individuals. Naturally, that caught your attention and you really wanted to go into the store. Namjoon and Yoongi saw how excited you got and made no qualms in exploring. In fact, Namjoon was curious himself at the bigger sizes in the mens section, given how toned he’s gotten over the recent months.
“What do you think of this?” you asked excitedly, pulling the blouse up to your upper half.
Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle and Yoongi smiled fondly at you. You were like a little kid, fascinated by so much of the clothing so far.
“The shirt is nice but won’t your shoulders be too exposed? Are you okay with that?” Yoongi asked without thinking.
Namjoon cut him a knowing look. Yoongi by no means would tell you what to and what not to wear. But as someone who has strong feelings for you and doesn’t want other guys to flirt with you, he couldn’t help asking the question out of concern. He knew he may have crossed the line so he forced himself to bite his tongue. Luckily, you rolled with his bluntness and hummed in thought taking in what he said into consideration.
“You know, now that I think about it, you have a point. It’s cute but I don’t think it would be very appropriate for work. Maybe we can find something else!” you cheerfully stated.
Namjoon and Yoongi stiffened in slight irritation at the mentioning of your work. Your boss made their blood boil, especially after the conversation they had with Jin. With how perverted that man is, the thought of him oggiling you made their blood run cold. You took notice of their stiff appearance and gave a look of concern.
“Are you guys…alright? Is something wrong? We can head out if you’d like?” you asked with slight worry, concerned you were taking too long in the store.
They both quickly snapped out of it, instantly squashing the darkening gazes in their eyes. When you approved of their insistent claims that all was good, you smiled and went back to skimming the clothing rack. They gave each other scrupulous looks, sighing heavily in relief at yet another close call as you wandered further away.
Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck, his own social battery draining rather quickly at this point. Namjoon wasn’t any better, also feeling exhausted from the random surge of various emotions throughout the day so far. At least they had you by their side. Being able to see your smile, the excitement in your eyes, and the way you felt so comfortable around them was worth it. For you they’d do just about anything. However, they’d have to admit that it would be nice to no longer have their emotional and physical energy tested like this.
As Namjoon and Yoongi were recomposing themselves, something caught the elder’s eye. It was a small display of various jewelry. Many of the trinkets were fairly pretty, some a little pricey too. But Yoongi got stuck on one particular one. Namjoon had taken quick notice of Yoongi’s changed behavior and waltzed over to him to observe the same display. Picking up the small metal in his hand, the two observed it’s beauty with a sentimental fondness.
“What are the odds…something so similar could be available to purchase?” Namjoon asked, astonished.
“It’s a bit different from what we gave her all those years ago, but it truly is almost identical to our pendant.” Yoongi said warmly.
The two made the conscious decision to purchase and give it to you as a gift. Maybe all their mental constraints will have been worth the effort if it meant seeing that smiling face of yours. Maybe the mental testing really is over!
“How about this (Y/N)? This looks beautiful against your skin tone. Not to mention the way it fits your figure!” a sudden male voice announced.
Unfortunately, those hopes were promptly short lived.
“Oh! Do you think so? I do love this color actually! Thanks so much Jiwoo! I’ll go and try it on real quick!” you expressed joyously.
Jiwoo? Who the fuck was Jiwoo? Namjoon had to hastily quell the rising signs of jealousy. For god’s sake he didn’t even know what this man looked like. All he knew was that it was an invasive male near you and he didn’t like it. There was no need to even make contact with Yoongi, the two young men using their keen hearing to follow where your voice amplified last. When they reached your location, they hadn’t realized their threatening looks and ice cold aura. Their eyes were even on the brink of turning crimson, feelings on a threatening level coursing through their veins. How odd given this only ever happened when a true enemy vile to the bone was in their vicinity. But to their surprise stood a very handsome, very kind looking young man.
Jiwoo was your typical mold of conventional attractiveness, especially by Korean standards. Tall, broad shoulders, pale clear skin, well fit with a charming persona to boot. He was not only the image of an idol or actor, but he was exceedingly smart and very good at what he does too. Ariel always spoke about how attractive Jiwoo is and how almost all the women at your company flock to him like lost sheep. This, of course, is not without the distaste of the other males, particularly your boss. But most of them sucked up to him due to his pharmaceutical company investing so much into your design one.
The other thing Ariel never failed to point out was how obvious Jiwoo was attracted to you. You never could see it yourself, his flirtatious advances came across as friendly gestures. She found that adorable about you but feared this would prevent you from having any romantic opportunities. Too bad it wasn’t all in Ariel’s mind like you had thought because both Namjoon and Yoongi could tell right away; Jiwoo was not just some coworker, he had a motive.
“Oh! Hello there. Can I help you with something?” Jiwoo asked inadvertently.
Namjoon and Yoongi quickly adjusted their aggressive image but held a skeptical and observing attitude towards Jiwoo. Why wasn’t he frightened? He didn’t even flinch. Hardcore mafia members typically break a sweat if any of them showed such aggression. So why wasn’t he even bothered? They didn’t like this. They didn’t like him. Why did he get under their skin so badly?! What the hell was going on?!?!
Namjoon made the first move. This surprised Jiwoo and his sudden shock did not bypass Yoongi’s eyes.
“My name is Namjoon. It’s nice to meet you.”
Jiwoo blinked several times before a kind smile appeared.
“It’s nice to meet you too Namjoon! The name’s Jiwoo.”
He shifted his gaze to Yoongi, waiting for him to answer.
“Yoongi.”
“Cool! So Namjoon. Yoongi. What can I do for you?” he asked innocently.
“We were actually looking for someone. We heard her voice and came over here to meet back up. Wouldn’t happen to have seen her, would you? She wouldn’t be hard to miss.” Namjoon explained, trying to maintain a leveled tone.
“Hmmm~ Oh! You mean the short, curvy, foreign girl? The pretty one with sunkissed skin? Are you guys friends of (Y/N)?”
Jiwoo’s description was so casual that it was irking them both with how friendly his tone was as he spoke about you. But they had to reel it in, already displaying too much zeal for wanting to physically destroy him out of annoyance. Even though they had no real reason as to why.
“That’s the one! And yes, we’re friends of hers.” Namjoon continued, poking his tongue against his inner cheek.
“Oh awesome! I’m a coworker of hers! We’ve been doing a collaborative project between our two companies. She’s an amazing person and so talented! She’s saved my ass more times than I can count and she’s always there when I need her! If I’m being honest, she’d make the perfect girlfriend.”
“Ah~ That’s good to hear! I’m glad she has someone watching over her there. I think we can both personally attest to your descriptions of her too.”
Namjoon didn’t take his last statement too seriously, also agreeing heavily with Jiwoo’s thoughts. Maybe they overreacted. Jiwoo didn’t seem too bad. He came off as kind and reliable. The way they heard you interact with him, you seemed to be on good terms with one another.
“Hey, can I ask you something? Are either of you dating her?” Jiwoo bluntly asked out of the blue.
The two men were taken aback by the sudden question, briefly looking at one another before Namjoon spoke up first.
“Uh, no we’re not.”
A sickening feeling shot through Namjoon’s stomach at that moment. He couldn’t pinpoint why but he didn’t like where this was going. For Yoongi, he began to glare at Jiwoo with a look fueled by hatred, aware of exactly what was coming next.
“That’s good. I was kinda afraid I lost my chance! Someone like (Y/N) is too kind, too gentle, so soft and…so damn submissive. I wonder how she’d be in bed, squealing and squirming beneath me? Oh how the thought alone is arousing. But she’s so oblivious sometimes! It’s like I’m the one chasing her! I usually have people lining up out the door handing me applications on any given day! Hahahaha and then there’s her! She won’t even give me the time of day. Ahhh~ it’s so exhilarating!”
What? What the actual fuck!? It took a minute for that to register. To truly digest the words he had spoken. Did he really just say that? So plainly, so bluntly, so casually?? It was unexpected, vulgar, and disgusting. What the hell was wrong with this guy? Yoongi reacted immediately, all the calm and collectedness he’s known for died in that very moment. He may have been shorter than Jiwoo but that did not stop him from gripping his shirt collar and tugging the man towards him.
“What the hell did you just say?” he growled.
Namjoon stood by, eyes darkened and blotched with a crimson red. There was no hiding it this time and he had no intention of doing so either. But Jiwoo just stood there, face slightly surprised with eyes deeply unmoved. What was with this guy?
“What? You’re gonna tell me neither of you thought of those things. A fine piece of ass like that and you’re just going to stand on the sidelines. There’s not many girls like that, especially ones with her character. Tell me, what did I say that wasn’t true?”
His whole character practically changed. A sudden shift, a 180, an unexpected and unforeseen coldness enveloped inside Jiwoo’s eyes. He held no fear, no remorse, no doubt. He was far from normal.
“You sick fu-”
“Just kidding~!” Jiwoo laughed loudly.
They both observed him closely, astounded by his switch of nature once more. It was like he went back to the person they initially were introduced to. A person who seemed kind and somewhat reliable.
“Namjoon! Yoongi!”
You broke them both from their thoughts, their attention instantly befalling your figure. They weren’t the only ones, Jiwoo followed suit instantly. You sported a long sleeve, cold shoulder, button up blouse in a color that perfectly accented against your skin tone. It accentuated your upper half perfectly, allowing your assets to showcase in a classy fashion yet with undertones of a sexy appeal. It wasn’t too much and nice enough to wear to work as well. It allowed you to have exposed skin without receiving judgment from prying eyes.
You began to feel somewhat self conscious with all the prying eyes, unsure of why they all got so quiet when you could’ve sworn you heard conversation outside the changing room. Jiwoo was just a bit quicker on the uptake, taking advantage of how obviously smitten the other two were by your appearance.
“I told you it would be a good fit for you!” he stated proudly.
“You think so?” you asked sheepishly.
“Absolutely! What do you two think?” Jiwoo suddenly questioned.
He intentionally wrapped his arm around your waist, placing a loose yet firm grip on your hip. He held you somewhat close to his side and displayed an easily identifiable devious smirk on his handsome face. Namjoon was dangerously close to losing it and Yoongi wasn’t far from behind. But they both knew what kind of game Jiwoo was playing at and felt it appropriate to entertain the man.
Namjoon did not respond. Instead, he approached you both with a gentle and kind smile. Your heartbeat raced and your cheeks felt flushed upon seeing such a handsome display of features. He confidently reached out his hand for you to grab, which you quickly and happily complied upon Jiwoo’s surprise. Within that fraction of a second, the two men shot each other a look of vexation, Jiwoo not hiding his obvious disdain for the scene unfolding before him. Namjoon whisked you away towards Yoongi, who stood by with something shiny in his hand. You didn’t realize it at first, waiting patiently to hear their thoughts on your outfit.
“I think it goes without saying that you always have and always will look beautiful, no matter what you wear. And this truly does fit you perfectly.” Namjoon started off.
“And even though you look amazing, as always, there’s something Namjoon and I found that we think you might really like especially.” Yoongi added on.
The shiny object in his hands was a pretty hair clip, one adorned with gorgeous looking jewels, a butterfly figure, flowers and music notes. You had mentioned to them all of your vast fondness for butterflies and flowers, believing that you had a strong spiritual connection with both living things. You loved and adored music, admitting your great admiration and respect for the invisible work of art. But it was what came next that took them by surprise.
“This is beautiful, Yoongi. All the intricate details and craftsmanship only make it that much more special. But I think what I love about it above all else is that It’s like a representation of the 8 of us!” you said allowed, without thinking.
“You guys are the music that allows my flowers to flourish and what gives my wings flight to survive.”
The three men froze, Namjoon and Yoongi in particular, taken aback by your words. You held such an adoring look as you gazed lovingly at the little pendant clip. There was no mistake that you held a deep tenderness for the object in hand, completely disregarding the outfit you were currently adorning. You looked up at the two men before you with an oddly sentimental look. It was warm, gentle, and so painfully familiar. It was like in that moment, for a brief second, you were completely and entirely aligned with one another and it was almost like you had retained all the memories of your past love.
Yoongi felt like he was going to cry. His heart hurt, aching desperately for you. It was a sudden rush of unforeseen emotions engulfing his very being. He couldn’t describe it even if he wanted to. Namjoon was no different, a soft yet sad moonstruck appearance beholding his sharp features. Witnessing their expressions made you want to cry as well, even if you didn’t fully understand what was happening. It hit you just as suddenly as it hit them.
Jiwoo observed intently, taking detailed note of the scene before him. He was far from giving up on making you his, but he realized quickly that he was going to have to try a helluva lot harder than what he’s doing now. These two were stepping dangerously close on his ideals and he didn’t like that. Many questions plagued his thoughts, a maniacal amount of actions began mapping out in his head to come out victorious. However, he was completely void of the deepening and darkening scowl forming on his face, as well as the lingering figure who was bearing witness to it all.
“You okay there buddy?” a chipper male voice asked suddenly.
Jiwoo froze, not daring to look back at the new man standing near him. He took that moment to calm his nerves, quelling the rising irritation that people were ingraining into him. He couldn’t falter over something so stupidly petty. Not in front of a liability. It didn’t help that he didn’t even feel this guy’s presence approaching him. He needed to get himself together.
“Yes! I’m perfectly fine! Hahahaha, just felt a little woozy is all! No cause for concern.”
Jiwoo altered his scowl to the original kind and gentle look he displayed when he first met Namjoon and Yoongi. The irritation didn’t go unnoticed but he did a pretty good job at hiding it from the untrained eye of a random stranger. Too bad he wasn’t dealing with some random stranger. No, instead he was met face to face with none other than Jung Hoseok. And he beheld a look that did not match his concerned voice. This frightened Jiwoo.
“Hobi?” you suddenly questioned, the weird euphoric feeling finally dissipating.
Hoseok’s scrutinizing gaze lingered over Jiwoo a bit longer before permanently turning his attention to you. His face did a complete 180 when he beamed up at you, a charming and delighted look adorning his features as he happily spread his arms and engulfed you in a hug.
Jiwoo hadn’t realized that his breath was hitched, softly gasping for air at the slow fade of tension. Who in the hell were these three? Jiwoo wasn’t an idiot. He had noticed the identifiable hatred Yoongi and Namjoon had for him upon first glance. Though, at the time, it wasn’t warranted, he figured it was jealousy. He enjoyed making other men jealous, especially those infatuated with a person he finds attractive. Which is why he said what he said about you shortly after he realized the two put their guard down. But he wasn’t so dense as to not notice that deep crimson glow the two men held in their eyes. Not to mention the brute strength Yoongi had when he gripped his collar. That was pure, unfiltered killing intent unlike any he’s ever bared witness to.
Jiwoo was good at keeping a straight face and downplaying his feelings. It’s how he’s survived this long. Seeing Hosoek ignited a fear in him he hadn’t felt in a very long time, one that pleaded with him to just walk away and never turn back, invigorated him. But he couldn’t turn back now. His pride wouldn’t let him. He knew there was something more going on here. With you. With them. It was all very intriguing and fueled his provocative desires for you even more. He observed a bit longer at how obviously elated you were being surrounded by these three men. Watched how your cheeks flushed, how your smile widened, how your eyes sparkled, and how obviously attracted you were to them. He needed to learn more, but now was not the time.
Instead, Jiwoo boldly approached you, catching the attention of the provoked glares of Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok. You, being a little too oblivious, focused your attention on Jiwoo for a brief moment, feeling somewhat guilty for forgetting about him. He grabbed for your hand unprompted, kissed your knuckles, and bid you all a goodbye before running off somewhere in the growing crowd. You were a bit confused by his sudden departure but didn’t bother to read too much into it. You were the only one, however. The others watched as he left the store, no remorse for how obvious they were being and how clearly disgusted they were with his existence.
You had opted to forgo the outfit and buy the hair piece instead, promising to always wear it whenever and wherever you go. Hoseok opted to purchase it and give it to you as a gift. You were trying to advise against that but he did it anyway. When you guys left the store, you all decided to go to a small chinese hotpot restaurant outside of the mall (to Yoongi’s enjoyment), as it became more and more busy in the mall as time had progressed.
“Hobi?” you asked, pulling him out of thought as you finally took your seats.
“Hm?”
“I forgot to ask, how’d you know we were at the mall in that store? Kinda crazy that you found us! Almost like fate!” you giggled.
Hoseok froze for a brief moment, trying to concoct a believable lie to tell you because no, he had no clue you guys were at the mall. Nor did he know you were in that store. He had stopped by a shop near the mall to pick up new dancing clothes for his studio. On his way out he happened to notice Namjoon and Yoongi emitting an aggressive and rageful aura so strong he could feel it from outside across the street while you all were on the downstairs floor inside the mall. It didn’t help that his senses also heightened when he approached Jiwoo, a man that took mere milliseconds to bring his blood to a boil. Of course he couldn’t tell you that. Not yet, at least. So he opted for a varying method. One more believable.
“I was stopping by to grab a snack. The vendor in the mall has some really delicious hotteok. When I reached the ground floor, I noticed Namjoon. He’s pretty tall and easily recognizable. I was just going to say hi when I found your…friend…who looked a little…sick.”
“In the head…” Yoongi mumbled,
Namjoon nudged him slightly, throwing a glance his way. Yoongi acted like he didn’t say anything and kept reading over the menu of options. Luckily, you didn’t hear him anyway, so there was no cause for concern.
“To me, that’s just a fancy way of saying fate.” you teased.
“Regardless, I’m glad I got to see you today! And thanks again for buying the hair pendant for me.”
Hoseok chuckled before happily brushing off your thanks. He grabbed the bag and pulled the intricate metal out.
“May I have the honor of putting it in your hair?” Hoseok asked.
“Of course! I would love that!”
Hoseok did just that, the other two watching fondly at your excited features and at how you made the hair clip even more beautiful than it already was. Hoseok immediately started taking pictures and sending them in their group chat. It didn’t take long for their phones to start buzzing with notifications of the others responding back. You took note of that and smiled bashfully at the thought of your picture being on all their phones. You’d secretly hoped you looked somewhat presentable before Hoseok sent it.
Luckily, those thoughts died out as quickly as they were birthed. You were too busy enjoying your meal and conversation with the three men before you, your heart growing that much more fondly for them as a group and individually. You had secretly hoped that you had just as many days as this planned for you in the future. If only you knew just how much of what you had hoped would come true, easily in a way that far exceeded your expectations.
— Summary: You’ve decided to move to a quiet quaint area near the edge of the city, working at a small family owned flower shop surrounded by the very thing you love most: flowers. Lately, more often than not though, you’ve found yourself frequently visited by 5 children whom you can’t help but love and adore, aiding them in their every need when asked. But they’re not your only sudden frequent visitors. Their 7 older brothers, who happen to also be the leaders of the Port Mafia, have taken a strong liking towards you as well. Unfortunately, that also means their dangerous and unpredictable lifestyles will start to mesh with your calming and gentle one, making things far more complicated than you had expected. Seems like your once carefree life wont be going as planned as you had originally hoped.
— Pairing: mafia boss! bts x poc! curvy! florist! reader x mafia! children! txt
— Genre: super fluff / poly!au / mafia!au / soft yandere!au / child! au / Bungou Stray Dogs! au (kinda)
— Status: Coming Soon (Revamp of Spring Day)
— Warnings: verbal and physical abuse (violence, threatening, blood, murder), child abuse (physical & verbal), sexual tension, hurt/comfort, insecurities (reader not feeling good enough sometimes), implied (eventual) smut
***This is the revamped version of Spring Day and is inspired by Bungou Stray Dogs. It will be started once Pied Piper is finished! :)
— Summary: You’re a recent grad who was given the dream opportunity to intern abroad in South Korea. When you moved into a small, somewhat homely, apartment complex in Gangnam, you were pleasantly surprised to have become neighbors with 7 very intriguing, very charming, very handsome young men. You weren’t expecting them to have become so attached to you so quickly and that’s probably because you’re actually their reincarnated soulmate. To make matters even more convoluted, they’re also part of the mafia, they’re demons, and they’re heir to the throne of the underworld. Who’d thought that your once normal life would change so drastically over the course of such a short time?
Chapter 3!! Not sure how I fully feel about this one but it’s done. Taking a break because posting multiple days in a row has wore me out lol. I’ll come back ti edit because there are points I feel “meh” on but oh well!
Since your introduction to 5 of the 7 brothers you’d heard so much about, they had become exceedingly affectionate towards you. You started seeing them frequently, even more than you usually had. You were far from complaining, but you’d be lying if you couldn’t admit that it made your heart flutter a bit too much for your liking. You hadn’t ever received so much attention from differing guys before, especially those who far exceeded the current beauty standards. You often questioned if you deserved such treatment, usually brushing off any intruding thought of their devoted gestures being more than just friendly.
That morning, you had woken up a bit later than usual. You had the day off and were hoping to spend it by becoming accustomed to the area. After freshening up and getting dressed, you made your way out into the hallway and down the staircase. You had every intention of reaching the first floor until you heard a lovely acoustic tune coming from the end of the hallway on the second floor. Has there always been a music room?
Your curiosity got the best of you and you followed after it. The melody got louder and louder the farther you walked, indicating you were getting closer to its source. When you reached the window peering inside, you saw a young man there playing the acoustic guitar. You had never seen him before and became entranced. Not only was he doing a magnificent job with the instrument but the way the sun outlined him in a golden glow made him look far more ethereal than he already was.
You were staring so intently and so wrapped up in your own thoughts, you failed to realize he stopped playing and was gazing back at you. When you finally did take notice, you began panicking. You internally screamed at yourself and desperately tried to come up with your next course of action without looking any more creepy than you already came off. The man could spot your struggle easily and just chuckled, waving you inside. You reluctantly complied, blush forming on your face as you entered.
MIN YOONGI
“So…?” he questioned aloud.
You paused for a brief moment, unsure of what he wanted from you. He caught on to your confusion and smiled.
“Was the music nice or do you normally stare at strangers?” he asked.
“N-No! Oh my god no! I’m sorry, I can explain! I heard you playing and got curious! I had no clue there was a music room in this building. When I followed the sound, I spotted you and kinda got sucked into your playing. I’m sorry for being rude, I don’t know what I was thinking. It was a very lovely tune though!”
Yoongi knew exactly what was happening and just chuckled. The Pied Piper always entrances those who hear him play, this was no different. But seeing you so flustered was entertaining to say the least.
“I’m only teasing. Thank you for the compliment though. I’m still getting used to the guitar but haven’t quite figured it out fully.” he said.
“Oh wow, you could’ve fooled me! I thought you sounded pretty amazing. But if this is still something you’re learning, I can only imagine what the future holds.” you praised once more.
“I think you’re giving me far too much credit, but your words are much appreciated.”
Yoongi tried to hide the creeping blush, your compliments making him turn shy and nervous. Especially seeing as they came directly from you of all people, it was making it hard for him to look you in the eye.
“I’m serious. I wish I could’ve heard you play sooner. It’s…comforting. Like I could let all my worries go. I don’t think I’m explaining it well enough. But sometimes I think that’s how music should be. It can invoke feelings I don’t think words could ever truly describe and it’s okay to not be able to. Even if I don’t know what’s being said or even what it means, it always finds a way to make me feel. That’s what makes it so special. I’m not exactly a music buff but I really do enjoy it. It actually helps me get my creative juices flowing!”
Yoongi paused for a moment, really studying you up close. Something about what you said struck a chord with him. Yoongi loves music, they all do. Most of their pride is stored in music, something so far ingrained in them that they could never step away from it even if they tried. Not everyone can understand the devotion one has for the things they love and yet here you are pinning down the exact way he feels. Music doesn’t need to be explained, understood, or dissected. Music just needs to be felt and shared, even if the words aren’t that of your motherland. You were good. Too good. And he was definitely hooked.
“You are far more interesting than you led on.” he said with a soft smile.
You blinked several times, trying to understand if that was a good or bad thing.
“I use this room the most but I’ve been gone for a while. I think you had moved in during then and that’s probably why you were unaware of its existence.” he explained, changing the topic.
“That makes sense! Well, I’m glad you returned safely and…Oh! I almost forgot! My name is (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” you announced, bowing to him.
Yoongi smiled at you, taking advantage of your brief moment of looking away from him to admire your beauty. Damn you were cute. It didn’t take long to see why his brothers fell like dominos around you. Your entire being was addictive.
“Yoongi. It’s nice to meet you too.”
“Yoongi?” you questioned more to yourself.
He looked at you, waiting for you to continue but you never did. This felt like deja vu all over again. Where had you heard that name? This was happening far more frequently than you cared to admit and it was bugging you that you couldn’t pinpoint the correct answer. Yoongi watched with an amused glint in his eye, observing your furrowed brow and scrunched up nose. Were you always this expressive to the public? It was entertaining, adorable even.
“Oh! Yoongi!! Jimin’s Yoongi!” you exclaimed excitedly.
Yoongi’s face fell. What the hell did that mean?
“I’m sorry what?” he questioned.
“You’re the second oldest! Min Yoongi, right? That makes so much sense! Jimin first introduced you as ‘Our Yoongi’ and said you were away on a business trip! You were with Jungkook and…” you said trailing off, cocking your head to ponder again.
“That would be me.” a voice called out, catching the two of you by surprise.
KIM NAMJOON
When you turned around you were staring at a man with the body of a god. You mentally had to stop yourself from looking at his exposed arms, his attire indicating he had just recently finished a workout session. He was tall, slick from his sweat, and had a nice golden glow to him. What the fuck? This was cruel. Was the universe trying to destroy you today?
In his hand was an iced caffeinated drink. Yoongi practically pounced on it, happily taking the beverage and sipping on it. You watched him, finding his actions adorable. He kinda looked like a cat when he did that and it was cute. The rising smile was evident and Namjoon had the luxury of observing it without your knowledge. He actually had the luxury of observing all of you and dare I say he was very pleased.
You turned back to Namjoon, beaming up at him now.
“Hello, my name’s (Y/N), it’s an honor to finally meet all of you.”
Namjoon chuckled, not only with what you said but also at the fact you were clearly struggling with your rising blush and curious eyes. The others did say you get flustered easily and it was hard not to coo over you. They were definitely right about that, among many other things too. But their descriptions of your beauty, your true beauty, were lacking. No words could ever describe how these 7 men see you. How they’ve always seen you. Having been in separation for so long, finally having you presented in front of them as you are now was like staring at a goddess. Your innocent doe eyes, your beautifully sunkissed skin, your soft curvaceous figure, your locks that crowned your head; all of it was hypnotic. All of it was pure. All of it was something they wanted to taint so lovingly, so viciously, so intimately. You were their life and their ruin.
“Namjoon, likewise. My brothers speak very highly of you. I’m happy such a positive influence has entered our lives.”
You took note of the way Namjoon spoke to you, almost like he was in charge of the others. You found that a tad bit odd given he was the 4th oldest according to Taehyung. Maybe you were reading too far into it. Yeah, that’s probably it.
“That’s my line. You’ve all helped me out quite a bit! It took me some time to get used to the transportation systems, the street signs, the scammers, and the cultists. Jungkook showed me the best street vendors and Seokjin explained which times to go to which convenient stores to avoid crowds. Hoseok offered many shortcuts I could take to get to my destination fast and Taehyung and Jimin are always giving me a helping hand here or around the area. There’s honestly too much to count how many times I was assisted. I feel so lucky I got to meet you all so soon after arriving here.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Does that mean you like it here in Korea so far?” Namjoon asked with a dimpled smile.
Your eyes lit up, your inner child showing itself on full display. You raved on and on about your admiration for many cultures but how none impacted you more than South Korea. You explained what it was that inspired you and how much in depth research you’ve done on the history and current trends. Your determination and intelligence was showing and it more than made you look more attractive to Namjoon.
He admired your need to learn about their culture. In fact, he loved that. A new found respect was growing for you, followed closely by his fondness. He could tell Yoongi felt the same way, having overheard your conversation about music. Plus his face gave it away even more so now, with the way his eyes held a surprise look as he continued to hear you speak so passionately.
“I’m sorry…I must sound like I’m rambling.” you giggled sheepishly.
“No, it’s nice to hear someone speak so passionately about our culture. It fills me with pride to be honest. To know that there are people out there who care enough to learn about us feels good, for lack of a better word.” Namjoon admitted with a bashful smile, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.
“I think it’s far more normal than you think.” you said playfully hitting his arm without thinking.
It was only supposed to be a friendly gesture to ease someone’s embarrassment or to lighten the tension in a conversation. However, in that moment it became something entirely unexplainable. As soon as the back of your hand made contact with Namjoon’s arm, something surged inside your body.
It struck up your arm, down your abdomen, and straight to your toes. It wasn’t painful, just sudden and unfamiliar. Once the initial shock wore off, your heart began to race, your face felt flushed, and your stomach tickled. Your legs were like jelly and your knees got weak. The first audible thing out of your mouth was an elongated sensual moan.
Namjoon and Yoongi were immediately put on high alert, concerned for your sudden pained expression. Namjoon reached out to grip your forearms, hoping he could steady your staggering figure. But as soon as he did that, another moan escaped your lips. Namjoon froze, his eyes turning into an instant crimson shade upon hearing your throaty pants. It was then he realized you weren’t in pain, you were aroused. Very. Aroused.
Yoongi could smell it too. That oddly familiar yet unfamiliar scent leaking from between your legs. Oh how that alone sent him over the edge. By that point Yoongi had discarded his sweatshirt, the heat making him lose his cool. He witnessed how you were about to fall over and grabbed for the closest thing he could grip; your hips. Another moan left your lips and you unintentionally bucked back into his crotch. Yoongi had to tighten his hold on you, stopping your movements before he too lost control.
“Namjoon, what the hell is happening?” Yoongi asked through gritted teeth.
“I-I don’t know. It’s like every time we touch her, she loses control. I don’t even think she knows what she’s doing.” Namjoon interpreted.
“I don’t know how much longer I have before I lose it next. What do we do? We can’t just leave her here, but the more we touch her the harder it becomes for all of us.”
Namjoon needed a minute to think but that was far harder given their current circumstances. He thought back to when they reached out to the elder mage, the woman who put them in this newly formed life. And then it dawned on him. The soulmate bond.
“It…It has to be our bond. Our soulmate bond. S-She said that…after she meets all 7 of us…she’ll start to feel the side effects too. This has to be it. If nothing else, this has to prove she’s…she’s the one.” Namjoon shuttered out.
“D-Damnit, I want her so bad.” Yoongi whined.
“We have to keep it under control. Set her down, gently. Grab something to cool her off with. She’s burning up.” Namjoon instructed.
They did just that, placing your squirming figure on the carpeted floor before grabbing some magazines and loose papers to start fanning you. Your weird haze had started to calm down, your body temperature decreasing as you began to regain control over your ragged breathing. When you opened your eyes, you were met with both a concerned looking Namjoon and Yoongi. What just happened? You were so confused and so tired.
“Yoon..gi? Namjoon?” you asked, blinking your eyes to clear your vision.
“You okay?” Yoongi asked.
“You scared us there for a minute.” Namjoon stated.
“What happened? Did I pass out?” you asked with slight concern.
“I think you’ve been overworking yourself. Jimin had said that you’d been coming home later and later.” Yoongi said.
He hated not being fully honest but at the same time he wasn’t wrong. Arielle had gone back home to France, the incident at the nightclub having messed with her more than she’d led on. However, you and Jiwoo were still in need for the project and you both had to take up her role. The design company was breathing down your back to get this project done, more than elated that a crucial member had left so suddenly. That meant you both were required to work longer hours and it really had been tiring you out.
Everyone was well aware who your boss was, thanks to Seokjin might I add, and the thought of his…inappropriate management over you was really starting to grate heavily on their nerves. They were going to deal with that later. Right now, their priority was you.
“I’m…sorry…for being such an inconvenience to you both. I feel…so horrible.”
“There’s nothing to apologize for.” Namjoon encouraged.
“We’re just glad you’re okay.” Yoongi added.
You sat up, their eyes on you each step of the way. You rubbed your head slightly before turning to the nearest person to thank them once more. That happened to be Yoongi. But instead of doing what you were initially planning to do, your eyes caught sight of Yoongi’s bare arms. Were they always exposed like that? Were they always that muscular??? Your eyes lingered a tad bit longer than intended and you quickly turned your head away from him. The blush was forming full force and the heat followed quickly afterwards.
You never meant to assume but Yoongi was so bundled up in a hoodie and sweats that you failed to realize just how toned he was. You could tell he was lean but you never realized how defined he was. You wondered if more of his body was that way. If Namjoon was similar. If any of them were….No. You had to stop these thoughts. You were going to ruin yourself thinking like this. There’s no way you had a chance…right?
Namjoon must’ve taken notice of your darkened face, a solemn look present. What were you thinking so intently about while looking so…sad?
“Maybe you should lie down.” Namjoon suggested.
“Would you like us to escort you back to your room?”
You smiled sweetly at them both, at first going to decline. But something inside of you begged you to say yes. And that’s what you did. What could hurt? Namjoon helped you up, taking note that you didn’t react violently this time. Yoongi observed closely too, keeping his eye trained on anything that stood out to him that seemed out of the ordinary, or, as out of the ordinary as it could be given they’d only known you the past hour or so. When all seemed fine, they walked you back to the 3rd floor and to your room.
“Thank you both again. I think I really have been overworked lately. It’s too bad though, I was hoping to spend the time roaming around.” you said with a pout.
Just then, a sudden thought popped into his head.
“When you feel well rested, we can take you out in the area for the evening.” Namjoon offered.
Those pretty eyes of yours lit up with an energetic glint. You couldn’t help the rising smile and the youthful glow radiating your soft features.
“A-Are you sure? Do either of you mind?” you asked once more for clarification.
Namjoon chuckled and Yoongi smiled.
“Yeah, we’d love to. Plus, think of it as thanks for looking out for you.” Yoongi added.
“I’m sure the others would love to tag along too. If that’s cool with you.” Namjoon
“I’d very much love that actually! Just give me a couple of hours to get this headache gone and I’ll contact you all.”
You all agreed and went your separate ways. The two lingered a bit longer to ensure you made it to bed safely before making their way down the hall. They reached a communal lounge room where the other 5 members were sitting in wait. When Namjoon and Yoongi took their seats to settle, it was Namjoon who spoke up first.
“I think we need to discuss…something very important,” he announced.
“Is it about…” Jimin started, trailing off while fiddling with his fingers.
“…(Y/N). It’s about (Y/N) right?” Seokjin asked, gliding his hand through his hair.
“She’s totally our soulmate.” Hoseok scoffed, taking a swig from his scotch cup.
“Yeah…she is.” Namjoon confirmed.
“What do we do now?” Jungkook questioned, cocking his head curiously.
“That’s what we need to discuss, correct?” Taehyung assumed with a sigh.
“Yeah, that’s right.” Yoongi admitted.
“We need to contact the elder mage. Immediately. She’ll know exactly what to do.”
And with that, they continued their discussion into the late evening, constructing the best course of action to finally make this work. To officially call you theirs.
— Summary: You’re a recent grad who was given the dream opportunity to intern abroad in South Korea. When you moved into a small, somewhat homely, apartment complex in Gangnam, you were pleasantly surprised to have become neighbors with 7 very intriguing, very charming, very handsome young men. You weren’t expecting them to have become so attached to you so quickly and that’s probably because you’re actually their reincarnated soulmate. To make matters even more convoluted, they’re also part of the mafia, they’re demons, and they’re heir to the throne of the underworld. Who’d thought that your once normal life would change so drastically over the course of such a short time?
You were a couple of weeks into your new routine and it was more or less amazing. You eased into the work setting far quicker than you had ever expected and you became a fan favorite amongst your seniors. Your diligent work ethic, adaptability, and cooperation amongst peers and collaborators was an ideal standard your internship expected. You even made two new companions in the process: Gwan Jiwoo and Arielle Monet. Jiwoo was one of the many collaborators from a big named pharmaceutical company in Korea and Arielle, known as Ari, was actually another foreign intern from France who had been working here a couple of months prior to your arrival.
The three of you were put into a long term project together; you as the designer, Ari as the director, and Jiwoo as the informant for what the pharmaceutical company was looking for. You all meshed so well together that it was hard not to ease into eachothers varying personalities. Your seniors were very pleased with this, as they were clearly fearful of upsetting this company, and often checked on you regularly to ensure all was still kosher.
What made things even better was your relationship with Taehyung and Jimin. You weren’t sure how long they’re friendly gestures would last but you found yourself pleasantly surprised by their continuous kind and caring actions towards you. It felt safe to call them friends at this point and the thought of that made you happier than it did when compared to Jiwoo and Ari.
Though you liked both Jiwoo and Ari very much, it was quite clear they had already established their own separate friend circles. You never really did get to see any of Jiwoo’s friends, always calling and harassing the poor man to come out. But that was the extent of it. Ari, on the other hand, was a bit different. She always had pictures and videos and meet ups with her friends. You actually met all three girls in her circle. They were friendly and nice and easy to talk to.
Unfortunately, they held a much more party-esque personality which was quite the opposite of your own indoors, homebound style. They respected that and actually spotted you an offer due to it. Apparently, a renowned nightclub known as HOPE WORLD was opening back up after the COVID restrictions finally lifted. It’s one of the most popular clubs in the world, difficult to get in and highly sought after. The club manager requires very specific requirements that are absolutely mandatory just to get your name cleared to be considered eligible to enter. One of those things was a designated contact, one that can be available 24/7 in case something happens to the person or party who used that contact. And they wanted you to be that.
You agreed without any hesitation, happy to lend a hand. And because of you, they were accepted full access inside the club. They felt that pampering and lavishing you for the remainder of the week was an acceptable payment for your kindness. You tried to decline their gestures but still found yourself eating the meals they’d bring you or keeping the cute trinkets from the stores they’d visited. You felt this was a bit overboard, not understanding the dying need to get inside this club. Was it really as great as they claimed? You couldn’t help but wonder as the day approached for you to be on standby while your acquaintances visited HOPE WORLD.
JUNG HOSEOK
‘Taehyung, tell me when these visions started up.’ Jin texted in the groupchat.
‘The day I met her. Granny introduced me and within a couple of minutes I was entranced. It was so weird.’ Taehyung responded.
‘Jimin, you started getting these vivid scenes too?’ Jin texted once more.
‘Yeah…but it was like instantly after Taehyung brought her.” Jimin stated.
‘Seems like the more of us she meets, the quicker the progression takes hold.’ Yoongi texted.
‘So…What does that mean?’ Jimin asked.
‘She’s our soulmate, right? She has to be!’ Taehyung typed.
‘Slow down there. We need to figure this out one step at a time.’ Seokjin chastised.
‘She’s only met you two, right?’ Yoongi questioned.
‘Yeah. We’ve been keeping an eye on her. But it’s like the more we’re around her…the deeper this feeling is.’ Jimin admitted.
‘I’ll get a hold of the elder mage about this. For the time being, just keep doing what you’re doing.’ Yoongi said.
‘Hell of a time to be in Japan right now.’ Taehyung teased.
‘How are Namjoon and Jungkook?’ Jimin inquired.
The conversation switched topics rather quickly in the group chat shared between the 7 men. Hoseok stared at his phone, reading over what was stated with a curious thought. He’d hope he’d get to meet you sooner rather than later. He found you very intriguing but was never blessed with the opportunity to see you loitering around the apartment. To be fair, he was preparing the club for tonight’s events and that required early mornings and even later nights for the past month. So much preparation was needed, but Hoseok was an exceedingly diligent man and accepted the unfavorable conditions he had to endure for this.
HOPE WORLD was like his baby and he needed to ensure it was as perfect and ready as he had always had it. Speaking of, he went over the paperwork submissions who were cleared for entry. He happened to pick up one of a group of 4 young girls. The contact listed took him by surprise, a wide smile creeping on his face as he put 2 and 2 together. What were the chances that (Y/N) (L/N) would be listed as a designated contact?
To clarify, designated contacts need to go through serious background checks. You don’t get to put just anyone on there, your designated contact needs to also be cleared before group entry can be cleared. Therefore, Hoseok had access to a lot of your personal information. He got to find out about you before you found out anything about him.
Your picture alone was adorable to look at. You were very attractive and, according to both his younger brothers, you had an even more attractive personality. The thought of you was making a weird feeling stir in the pit of his stomach. You’d never even come in contact yet and he was already getting triggered.
Before his thoughts could go any further, a knock came to the door. Hoseok allowed access to the person and it was Chunja, his right hand woman, a gumiho, coming to deliver the all clear for opening up to the public. Hoseok smirked, pleased to hear this as he got up to coat himself in his bright red jacket. He had a feeling tonight was going to be one he’d never forget.
The crowd was bustling. It was lively, intense, invigorating. Hoseok watched from the VIP section as the dancers below let loose from their everyday worries. It was entertaining to see humans finally remove their masks, to allow their bodies to break free from the chains of traditions, rules, and laws. Ironic, given the club followed a strict guideline, but not so much so that they couldn’t be free and have fun.
While the party ensued, he was notified that the two families who rented out the private rooms had finally arrived and started negotiations. Though HOPE WORLD is a nightclub, it is also a cover up for dirty dealings and negotiations between people who’d rather not let the law know about their actions. Hoseok was pleased to hear all was going well and instructed that the guards keep watch over some of the loitering members from the families who had to wait outside the rooms. Unfortunately, this order was put out a little too late.
Within the next hour, Hoseok was immediately called down to the private rooms where a scuffle took place. When he reached the location, he saw that it was far from what he was initially told. 4 girls lay inside in one of the unoccupied rooms. Two were completely passed out but being checked by Chunja, one was throwing up in the corner in the back, and the other, the only non-korean girl, was crying in the arms of one of the guards.
Face down on the floor were several men who had no shirts on and some who were almost completely naked. The guards had them pinned to the ground, bruised and bloodied from attempting to fight off the staff. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was happening here and Hoseok was beyond livid. For now though, he had to maintain his cool.
Walking over to the non-korean girl crying on the couch, he began gently questioning her.
“T-They….they said that…they just wanted to drink with us and talk. W-When we drank the drinks…” the girl trailed off.
Hoseok followed where she lazily pointed to. He picked up the partially filled cup and sniffed it. It was clearly roofied but with a drug that was far more complex then your typical date-rape substance. He set the cup back down and the girl began bawling.
“They were…they were going to…”
Hoseok hushed her, urging her to speak no more. He knew what she was going to say and did not want her to feel embarrassed speaking the trauma out loud. Though she had no reason to feel embarrassed, that did not prevent it from being present.
“What is your name?” he asked.
“A-Arielle. Arielle Monet.”
Arielle? That name sounded vaguely familiar. Within a matter of seconds, another guard came in with her file. He skimmed it and immediately recognized the name. (Y/N) (L/N). So you were their designated contact. How interesting. Hoseok gave thorough instructions to the staff present. The men from the families were to be removed and placed somewhere in secret, the girls needed to be checked medically, accommodated, and prepared to be sent home, and Hoseok himself was going to make the call to you.
It was 10 minutes max before you came rushing into the club, escorted to a separate private room where the girls were relocated. Inside was Hoseok, Chunja, and the group. Your immediate response was to embrace Arielle, checking over her exposed skin to see of any immediate damage. You spoke briefly, your typical conversation between two friends in a situation such as this before she approached both Hoseok and Chunja.
“Thank you! Thank you for taking care of them. For stopping those…those monsters from…” you took a deep sigh.
“Thank you for being so diligent and thorough. Were the police called?” you asked, calming down a bit.
Hoseok and Chunja observed you for a brief moment before speaking.
“The appropriate actions have been made, ma’am. We did a medical checkup on all the girls and nothing aside from being drugged had transpired. If they feel like heading to the hospital, then we can accommodate the costs. Aside from that, they are free to leave.” Chunja spoke first.
“Don’t their statements need to be taken?” you questioned, cocking your head.
Hoseok stayed silent, not saying anything. Chunja shot him a look before speaking again.
“Given the trauma they’ve just experienced, we found it more appropriate to have them go home and rest instead of having them lingering here any longer.”
For some reason, even though something about that was logically wrong, you felt it was no longer appropriate to push the issue. The girls really did look tired and it was late. You thanked them one last time before some staff members assisted you by bringing them out to a car and sending them home. Once you all had left, Chunja looked at Hoseok with a raised brow.
“What was that?” she asked.
Hoseok finally snapped out of his daze before looking at Chunja.
“Huh?”
“Boss, are you okay?” she said with slight concern.
“Uh…yeah. Sorry about that, I don’t know what came over me.”
Chunja lingered around a bit longer before accepting his response.
“Where are those men at?” Hoseok asked.
“In the basement, the families have been notified and have….agreed to cut their losses.” she stated.
“Good, because I’m feeling really pissed right now.” he mumbled, grabbing a nailed bat from a hidden compartment in the wall.
An hour had passed before Hoseok pulled up to the small apartment complex. He was no longer sporting his red suit and he had to change out of his, no longer, white shirt. He had sighed, the pent up frustrations finally leaving his body. Walking up the stairs he saw the back of a short curvy figure. When the figure turned around, so did his mood.
“Oh! Hello there.” you said, offering him a smile.
“Hello, fancy seeing you here.” he responded back.
“I live on the 3rd floor actually, and you?” you asked.
“3rd floor as well.”
You paused for a moment, studying his face before a look of realization hit you.
“Uhm…are you by chance…related to Taehyung and Jimin?” you asked.
That heart shaped smile appeared followed by a chuckle.
“Yeah, those are my little brothers. They’ve been nice to you right?”
Seeing your eyes brighten and a wide smile beaming, it made Hoseok’s heart skip a beat. He completely understood why his brothers were so smitten. Why Taehyung was so convinced you were their soulmate. This feeling, this indescribable feeling the two younger ones felt had to be what Hoseok was experiencing. He was elated. He was hooked. He was going to make you theirs.
KIM SEOKJIN
Seokjin sighed with a heavy undertone of irritation. How many times this year has this happened? How many trips had he had to make just to visit this one man? He was getting tired of it and his patience was wearing thin. He had hoped for Don Jihyo’s sake, that this would be the last time.
Seokjin was on his way to retrieve late loan money. Again. Don Jihyo is a 38 year old lead director at a small yet well known design company. He has issues with maintaining money and often takes out loans he had no chance of actually paying back. Beaten within an inch of his life thanks to some loan sharks, he enlisted the help from the mafia who took pity on his situation and offered aid. Unfortunately, he has a nasty habit of not paying back his monthly statements and Seokjin is being sent to find out why.
“Poor bastard probably went gambling again. Does he ever learn?” he asked aloud.
Getting out of his car, entering the building, and going to the top floor, he was met with more than a few stares. He was used to this, people often becoming charmed by his looks, even in passing. But right now, he couldn’t relish in it. No, instead he had to waste his time going after a man who had no business running a company. He probably wasn’t even paying his employees properly either. How irritating.
When he reached the designated door, he didn’t even bother knocking, waltzing right on in with a blank look on his face. However, to his surprise, sat an additional figure. One with doe eyes, pretty brown skin, and plush lips. That person was none other than you. Jimin and Taehyung said you were interning at a design company but he must’ve missed the details of it being this design company. Of all companies, why this one? His gaze lingered on you a bit before turning to Jihyo. God the older man looked terrified but he was clearly up to something. Seokjin didn’t like that.
“M-Mr. Kim! What a surprise to have you show up! What brings you in today?” Jihyo stuttered.
You looked warly between Seokjin and Jihyo, unsure of what you should do. Jihyo made no attempt at dismissing you, taking advantage of your innocence to prevent Seokjin from doing anything…violent. What an asshole. Seokjin twitched, his irritation bubbling from within. Why was this pissing him off more than it should?
“Could you excuse us ma’am?” Seokjin politely asked.
“Of course, I-”
“No Ms. (Y/N), stay.” Jihyo said firmly.
You paused your actions midway, frozen and unsure of how to proceed. Seokjin shot Jihyo a look. A very deadly look. Not for the reasons you’re thinking though. No. For the simple fact he so much as uttered your name in a demanding tone. His skin was crawling and his blood was boiling. He’d never get this mad. Never. There were people who have physically done worse and Seokjin never so much as flinched. So why now? Why is the most collected and calm mafia member amongst his brothers about to shoot this man into a bloody pulp?
It was because of you. You were the reason why. And Seokjin realized it fairly quickly. His out of character feelings were all stemming from his desire for you. To be near you. Around you. Inside of you. Oh how this sudden rush of lust, longing, and desire hit him at the worst possible moment. And Jihyo was ruining this euphoric reunion. He needs to be removed. Now.
“Mr. Don. I think it’s best I leave.” you suggested with a slightly shaky voice.
Jihyo grabbed your hand, rubbing circles at the top of your skin. The feeling made you nauseous, a sense of dread engulfing you slowly. Arielle had told you that Jihyo was a pervert, especially to young pretty staff members. But you had never been with him alone before, not until now at least. Arielle or Jiwoo were always by your side so he could never make a move on you. Now that Arielle was temporarily on leave and Jiwoo was out of town, the project was on hold and you were left alone. You had silently thanked Seokjin for walking in when he did, but it seems that Jihyo remains shameless, even now.
Unfortunately for him, he had pushed Seokjin’s last button. He grabbed Jihyo’s wrist and ripped his hand from around yours. He glared a menacing look at the older man, eyes now fully developed into a crimson red.
“Do you always sexually harass your staff members or is it only when someone is watching? You fucking pervert.”
Jihyo stayed quiet, a look of fear evident in his eyes. You stood there stunned, watching the scene unfold before you.
“Miss,” Seokjin said, pulling you from your thoughts.
“Please excuse us and wait outside.”
You nodded, not even giving it a second thought. As soon as you closed the door, Seokjin turned his attention back on Jihyo. He swiftly pulled out one of his handguns and pointed the cold metallic tip to the older man’s forehead.
“Listen and listen well. By the end of this month, if you don’t pay back what you owe, I’ll blow your fucking brains out. If you touch any of your staff members inappropriately, I’ll bow your fucking brains out. And if you ever so much as breathe around that girl again, I’ll drag you to hell myself and feed your corpse to satan. Do I make myself clear?”
“I-I…”
“I said,”
Seokjin clocked the gun, the familiar sound sinking deep within the ears of Jihyo.
“Do I make myself clear?”
“Y-Yes sir. Yes sir, I swear on my life. I swear to god I will.” he said, tears in his eyes.
Seokjin held the gun momentarily before putting it away. The man fell to his knees, cradling himself before profusely thanking Seokjin for giving him one last chance. Lucky for him, you were the reason he was still alive. Seokjin had every intention of killing Jihyo today but he didn’t want you being around for that. He knows Jihyo will probably die by the end of the month anyway so he’ll wait for it to be more appropriate.
When he walked out the door and down the hallway, he wasn’t expecting you to be waiting there with a bottle of green tea. You cradled the bottle in your arms, deep in thought. You were completely unaware that he was standing near you with a charming smirk plastered on his face. You were so oblivious and so cute. So innocent. So intoxicating.
“You okay?” he asked.
You jumped a little before looking up at him. You blinked several times and then bowed to the man. When you stood back up, you handed him the drink. He looked at it and then back at you confused.
“It’s for you, as thanks.” you shyly stated, cheeks flushed.
Cute. Seokjin took the bottle and bowed back.
“There was no need for that but I won’t turn down a gift.” he said with a smile.
“No. I should be doing more for you. I…I had been told a few times about Jihy- I mean Mr. Don’s behavior but this was the first time I had to experience it. If it weren’t for you…I..” you said trailing off.
“Listen,” Seokjin started.
“If he ever does anything to you again; touching, flirting, abusing his power. Anything at all. Let me know.” he said handing you a piece of paper.
You observed the writing, a phone number and name written on it. Kim Seokjin. Oh. Kim Seokjin!
“You’re…the oldest one. What a small world.” you said to yourself.
It took a minute to register what you said before he smiled sheepishly at you.
“Ahhh~, so my brothers talk about me huh? I hope they didn’t say anything bad about me.”
“Oh no no no! They always say good things! I promise! Jimin and Taehyung are always boasting about you! Even Hoseok complimented how good of a big brother you are!”
You kept talking excitedly about his younger brothers and something about that warmed his heart. The more you explained the more comfortable you got around him and the more expressive you became. Seeing this side of you was absolutely worth having to deal with Jihyo. Maybe he’d be a little less ruthless about how he’d murder him later.
JEON JUNGKOOK
Jungkook leaned against the car seat, thankful that he was free for the rest of the day. His flight from Japan with Namjoon and Yoongi had just landed and he was given the green light to go and rest. There was no telling him twice, as he immediately made a beeline for one of their waiting cars to take him back to the apartment.
That trip took more out of him than he’d ever imagine it would. He knew it wasn’t some simple deal between Bangtan and the Hideo family, but he wasn’t expecting it to have been as intense and suffocating as it was. Luckily, everything worked out and he know longer had to be in such a stuffy atmosphere anymore. Now he could just go home and relax in his bed. At least, that was the plan.
As soon as he made it to the apartment and up the stairs, his grandmother took no time in locating and babying him. They always did this, even when he was just an infant. It’s like everyone around him forgot that he was over the age of 20 and, in most cases, both taller and bigger than them. Though, he kinda liked it when it happened, especially from his grandmother. The fact that she (and many of the other older caretakers) treated them all like they were your people, like they weren’t the demon lord, kinda made him feel normal.
Unfortunately, her antics attracted more unwanted attention from neighboring individuals. First it was Jimin who came and started hugging and ruffing up his hair. This was followed by Taehyung who looped his arm around Jungkook’s shoulders and tugged him into his chest. Jungkook couldn’t help the bubbling laugh but he truly was exhausted and just wanted to lay down now.
“How was the trip?” Jimin asked happily.
“It wasn’t bad. The meeting took…a long time but they accommodated us nicely. I feel like my face got all puffy from the flight though.” Jungkook pouted.
“Ahhh~ It’s not a big deal. It’ll go down after some time.” Taehyung encouraged.
“Did you want something to eat before heading off to bed?” their grandmother asked, inspecting his hands and face.
Jungkook was about to decline the offer when all of sudden he caught a moving figure in the corner of his eye. Instinctively, he went on alert, throwing a threatening gaze at the eavesdropper when all of sudden he froze in his spot. There you were, standing there nervously with a shy gaze. You had a ladle in your hand and a cute purple apron wrapped around your body. It accentuated your curvaceous figure nicely and Jungkook couldn’t help but linger his gaze on you. So you were the one his brothers were so caught up with.
You felt like you did something wrong when everyone just stared at you and kept quiet. Your face flushed and you looked at the grandmother pleadingly. She caught on to how uncomfortable her grandsons were making you and decided to take action.
“Jungkookie, this is (Y/N), our new resident. You two are closest in age actually. Make sure to look out for her, okay?”
Jungkook smiled and approached you, his boldness coming through so suddenly and unexpectedly. You made him want to be daring. You gave him energy. You enticed him. And all you were doing was standing there doing nothing. It felt almost challenging and it excited his inner daredevil.
When he was standing in front of you, he took pride in the fact that you were so much smaller than him. How you had to strain your neck to look him in the eye. How you looked so fragile and weak before him. God this was such a weird feeling. Like you were put there before him to be protected. Like he’d snap anyone’s neck who’d even looked at you the wrong way, touched you the wrong way, or even thought of you the wrong way. Jungkook felt this overbearing need to keep you hidden from the world. Safe from its malice. From all it’s evil.
“H-Hello. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” you said with shyness still evident.
Your sweet voice was like an angelic tune entering his ears. He’d never heard anything so soft and comforting before.
“The pleasure is all mine. I’m glad to have you here.”
Jungkook never broke eye contact with you, mesmerized by your beauty, by your scent, by your-
“Jungkook, stop scaring our friend!” Jimin said, slapping his back really hard.
The hit was hard enough to send the youngest staggering forward a little, bumping into you in the process. In response, he grabbed your arm and pulled you a bit too close to his chest. Though it was an honest accident, he couldn’t help but appreciate the current dynamic right now.
“I think you forget you’re a buff bunny sometimes and a bit tall in stature too.” Taehyung teased.
Jungkook let go quickly and apologized. You beamed at him in return, thanking him for keeping you steady.
“Granny helped me make some food. It’s available if you’d like some. Only if you want though! I didn’t mean to overhear, but I heard you just came back and there’s plenty to go around. But no pressure, it’s no big deal!”
Your nervousness was going to make Jungkook implode. You were being way too cute for your own good and it was affecting more than just him. Jimin and Taehyung couldn’t help being as mesmerized as the youngest was, your flustered self causing their hearts to do all sorts of tricks.
“Sure, I’d love to.” Jungkook said.
You smiled happily at the man before leading him back into the communal kitchen. Taehyung and Jimin followed instantly without hesitation, almost like lost puppies. Their grandmother watched it all unfold before her, a knowing smile present on her lips. How easily they followed after you. How quickly they yielded to your voice. There was no mistaking it. You were no ordinary human. You were their soulmate. Their long sought after soulmate. And you were finally coming back into union after so many years of separation. How delightful she felt.
— Summary: You’re a recent grad who was given the dream opportunity to intern abroad in South Korea. When you moved into a small, somewhat homely, apartment complex in Gangnam, you were pleasantly surprised to have become neighbors with 7 very intriguing, very charming, very handsome young men. You weren’t expecting them to have become so attached to you so quickly and that’s probably because you’re actually their reincarnated soulmate. To make matters even more convoluted, they’re also part of the mafia, they’re demons, and they’re heir to the throne of the underworld. Who’d thought that your once normal life would change so drastically over the course of such a short time?
It’s here! Like most new stories I start, I got super excited and splurged. Anywho, like I said, this story is going to be written (slightly) differently. There will be many POV changes more than likely the entire series. Also, I want to write this series more like a culmination of drabbles so they’re going to be roughly this length. The next three chapters, the reader is going to be like a secondary character because we see the POV of all the guys first impressions of her. This will then transition to a different scenario (more than likely) as the story progresses. We’ll see as we go though! :D
P.S. You may have noticed that the synopsis as altered a bit btw!
Anyway, I tried to read over this many times to ensure it was properly edited but I will probably come back a little later to review it again! Thanks so much and stay tuned for the next chapter…soon! ^~^
It seemed like such a far off dream. A desire that had slowly diminished into nothing more than a fantasy. When the pandemic hit, all your plans had practically ceased to exist. Your trips, your job opportunities, your idea of finally starting your career. Gone in the blink of an eye. You couldn’t even graduate college like a normal person, seeing your name on a live social media page claiming that you had successfully obtained your degree.
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t cry, curse, and blame the world for screwing you over so cruelly. But you were far from the only one and you admittedly were better off than many other people. You were disgusted in yourself, feeling selfish for complaining about your circumstances. But that vile feeling sat in the pit of your stomach and you couldn’t help feeling screwed over, even if your situation wasn’t as bad as many others.
You spent that next year working deeply on yourself in response, digging in and addressing rooted trauma, toxic beliefs, and unhelpful coping mechanisms that you had built and lived in since your days as a middle schooler. You became a bit more spiritual, believing that the universe had a plan for everyone, that you were meant for more than what was being present, and to understand gratitude. You realized that, in that moment, you may not be where you wanted to be, but, there will come a time that you will be and it’s not up to you to decide when that’ll happen.
At first, this mindset was hard to adapt to, giving up control being far more difficult than anyone ever explained, but eventually, it became second nature. Your mental health improved, your outlook on life shifted more positively, and eventually your long sought after opportunity arrived. It was sudden, unexpected, and almost unreal. Through your own self work you kept applying yourself to your craft, reaching out to people, and submitting applications for internships that would accommodate long distance working. More than not, you received no response in return, which was admittedly discouraging, but you managed to feel less and less bad about yourself the more you pushed on.
Eventually, you woke up one morning to an email in response to an abroad internship opportunity in South Korea that you had applied for. At first, you thought it was a rejection letter but soon realized it was quite the opposite. You couldn’t believe it. You pinched yourself, slapped your cheeks, and re-read the email about a thousand times to ensure the words were truly stating what was written. Your heart raced, your face felt warm, and a massive burden lifted off of you in that instant.
You celebrated with your family and family friends and spent the next couple of months gathering all of the needed documents, paperwork, records, and materials for your upcoming trip. To make matters even better, the pandemic had become less and less prevalent, life rapidly returning back to normal for arguably the world, even if people never really did change their routines like they were supposed to during it all.
Now that you’re finally here in Gangnam, standing before you was the cheap, yet oddly cute, homely apartment complex you had rented your room from. It was more of a plaza and had small mom and pop shops inside. You couldn’t explain why, but this little building already felt like home. Like, something here was pulling you to feel comforted, to feel like you belonged. Not wanting to waste any more time, you began lugging some of your heavier baggage up the outdoor staircase to get inside. Once you had finished bringing everything up, you went to the front desk to check in.
The elderly woman was far sweeter and kinder than you had expected. She kept complimenting you on how beautiful you looked and how good your Korean was. Every second spent with her, she doted on you. You were admittedly a bit flustered and taken aback, not used to such forward behavior. She talked and talked about her grandsons and how they were roughly the same age as you, all seven of them. You knew where this was going and the offer to marry them off to you was brought up on numerous occasions. Though you brushed off her offer you couldn’t help but to wonder if they’d truly be interested in ever dating a foreigner such as yourself.
Your thoughts were eventually broken when you heard the elderly woman call out to someone close by. When your curiosity got the better of you, you looked up to make eye contact with a man who had no right to be as attractive as the one before you.
“Taehyungie~! Come here for a minute!” She said, calling out affectionately.
Taehyung? Why did that name sound so familiar? Taehyung….Taehyung…Oh! Wait a minute, Taehyung. Taehyung, as in one of her grandsons. This man was….ONE of her grandsons? If he looked like that, what on earth did the others look like? You couldn’t help the rising blush and averted your gaze, too scared to continue looking at him. He quickly noticed and smirked, a sense of pride bubbling within.
KIM TAEHYUNG
You were far cuter than he had expected and he couldn’t help but linger his eyes on you a tad bit longer than he maybe should have. You were shorter than he was, curvy, and your skin held a pretty sunkissed tan to it. The way your hair crowned your head was absolutely gorgeous and those cute doe-like eyes couldn’t even maintain eye contact from how obviously shy you were being. Oh how he loved every fiber of you already. And by the smell of it, you were totally a virgin, the most intoxicating kryptonite for a demon such as himself.
But something was different. YOU were different. You weren’t just some overly pretty human virgin, you were something far more alluring. Something that sparked an indescribable ache in his chest. It clawed at his insides, thrashing desperately to get to you of all people. This sudden and unexpected feeling was foreign to Taehyung and he had to force control back just to maintain the rise in his depleting sanity.
The more he lingered in your scent the more intoxicating you became. The more he wanted to just push you up against the wall to hear your breathy moans. The way your skin slaps against his as he pulls his zipper down and starts inserting his-
“Taehyungie?” the older woman calls out again, eyebrow raised in slight confusion.
His vivid thoughts ceased in the blink of an eye, his attention falling back on the older woman who originally called him over; his grandmother.
What the actual fuck just happened? He almost seemed drunk-dazed for a moment, unsure of what just transpired before him. Had he always been this lewd towards people he found attractive? No. He was the one in constant control, not them. So then how in the hell did he yield so easily to your presence alone? He didn’t have time to figure it out now, fearing he’d slip up and do something else out of character.
“Apologies, grandmother. May I help with something?” he asked.
The elderly woman smiled up at him with knowing eyes before turning back to you.
“This is (Y/N), our lovely new resident! She moved from overseas and will be staying with us during the duration of her internship!”
So your name is (Y/N)? Why did something as simple as your name entice him everso? Oh was he gonna have fun figuring you out. He isn’t the mafia’s spy for nothing. He will dissect everything about you, even if it’s the last thing he does.
“(Y/N), this is Taehyung. He’s my second youngest grandson.”
She lowered her voice slightly before whispering something only the two of you could hear. In response, Taehyung observed your flushed reaction, now curious on what was said. He cocked a brow while the elderly woman just laughed.
“It’s nice to meet you Taehyung-ssi. Please take good care of me.” you said, bowing to him.
Taehyung stiffened at your voice. For fucks sake was there anything not attractive about you? And the way you said his name…he wanted to hear more of it. More of that sweet and lovely voice calling out his name. Over and over and over, begging him to keep going to keep thrusting-
“My Lord, control yourself.” the elderly woman chastised in a hushed manner, smacking his arm.
To you it looked like playful banter and Taehyung was grateful for that. His grandmother wasn’t wrong. He was losing himself fast around you and he really needed to reel himself back under control. Tahyung returned the smile with his own boxy one before bowing as well.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”
He watched as you slightly stiffened at the obvious implications behind his words. Toying with you was hella fun and something he lowkey needed to fuel his wounded pride for succumbing to you so quickly and easily. His grandmother just rolled her eyes, catching on as well before gesturing for the conversation to move on.
She had instructed Taehyung to aid you in placing your belongings in your room. Lucky for him, you were rooming right next to each other. You tried to intervene, worried you were becoming a bother by enlisting his help, but both of them dismissed your concerns and proceeded on anyway.
After you had officially settled in, you offered both the elderly woman and Taehyung a drink from a nearby cafe you passed when you arrived. The grandmother (intentionally) declined, claiming she had other matters to attend to. Taehyung happily took you up on the offer though, stating that his brother was waiting for him there anyway.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry Taehyung-ssi! I didn’t realize you had plans and I feel terrible.” you worried out loud.
Taehyung just chuckled, waving his hand dismissively.
“It’s fine, he just arrived anyway. Are you ready to go?”
“Yes, let me just grab my wallet.” you said, a bright smile appearing again.
“Oh, one more thing.” he said, calling out to you.
You stopped midway, turning to look at him.
“Just call me Taehyung, no need to be so formal.”
You were a bit surprised and smiled in return.
“Okay, then the feeling is mutual, just (Y/N) for me then.” you said.
Taehyung just smirked before pulling out his phone. 5 missed calls and 12 text messages. Ahh~ Jimin was totally pissed. It’s been 45 minutes since he’s been at the cafe waiting but you didn’t need to know that. Luckily, he knew your appearance would squash the irritated elder and quickly texted that he was bringing a lovely surprise for him.
PARK JIMIN
Pissed couldn’t even describe what he was feeling right now. Having to sit here for almost an hour was not exactly how Jimin anticipated spending his lunch break. Especially given the fact that they needed to go over the newly acquired information Jungkook had sent him.
Jimin is very well aware that his brother could be a bit lax sometimes, but nothing like this. Not when it’s this important. As Jimin continued ruminating in his frustrations over his supposed twin, his phone chimed. He quickly looked at the glowing device before furrowing his brow.
“Sorry for making you wait. Please don’t be mad. If it makes you feel any better, I have a lovely surprise for you~”
Why did this make him feel worse? Why did he feel like he was going to strangle his brother as soon as he walked through the door. He admits he is a bit intrigued on what his message is really alluding to but no matter what, he refused to let Taehyung off the hook. Not this time dammit! About 10 minutes later and finally he sees the all too familiar tuft of brown hair. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was you.
What? Did he expect that bringing an exceedingly cute foreigner was going to make up for everything? As if. Not to mention, did he completely forget the point of their meetup? Jimin held a stern and annoyed expression solely focused on Taehyung. He refused to pay anymore attention to you, even if that was becoming increasingly harder to do the closer you approached him.
“Glad of you to finally show up.” Jimin said.
“Do you realize that I’ve been here for over 45 minutes waiting for you?”
Your eyes widened and you shot a look at Taehyung in disbelief. Taehyung just sheepishly smiled in return, weakly apologizing. Jimin was a bit surprised by your reaction, assuming you didn’t understand Korean. However, it also seemed like Taehyung must’ve sprinkled some of his whitelies your way which, for some reason, irritated him.
“I’m so sorry. This was entirely my fault.” you said speaking up.
Both men stared at you, your sudden outburst throwing them off guard.
“Uh-uhm my name is (Y/N) and I had just r-recently moved in. Taehyung helped me and it took longer t-than expected. I had no idea he had a prior engagement and I truly apologize for keeping you waiting.” you said trying to explain.
Everyone took note of your stuttering nerves, you quickly realized that all these grandsons must be ungodly attractive and your heart couldn’t handle that. Jimin twitched. Fuck. How was he supposed to be mad at that, at you? Why did he have to bring someone so freaking adorable here. Jimin took a quick glance at Taehyung before catching the ever growing smirk. That bastard totally did this on purpose. He knew damn well he could never get mad at someone like you. Someone as mesmerizing, sweet, selfless, and kind as you. And look at those soft plush lips. So kissable and…oh god what was happening? Jimin had to mentally slap himself, realizing he never responded back to you.
“I-It’s okay. It’s not your fault at all.”
Jimin stood up and bowed slightly.
“My name is Jimin, it’s a pleasure to meet you (Y/N).”
The three of you spent that afternoon getting to know each other. This was far from what you had expected but you were nothing less than grateful. With each passing minute, Jimin had become exceedingly interested in you. Like with Taehyung, it was indescribable, unfamiliar, and so sudden. All he wanted to do was scoop you off your feet and keep you hidden away from everyone, preserving that all too innocent and naive personality. Maybe you’d reward him in return, letting him explore the curves and crevices of your body. Allowing him to dip his hips into yours as you mewled for him and him alone. Oh how he’d kill to feel your flushed flesh against his-
“Jimin.” Taehyung called out.
Jimin snapped out of it.
“What the hell just happened?” Jimin asked out loud without thinking.
Luckily, you had excused yourself prior to Jimin’s lewd thoughts concerning you but it was that exact same reason he started fantasizing so vividly in the first place. Taehyung instantly caught on, for more reasons than one, and attempted to snap his brother out of the all too familiar feeling.
“I wish I could tell you.” Taehyung responded.
“You say that like you’ve experienced it.” Jimin retorted.
“Yep. Upon my first seeing her. Feels like…a trance. I’ve been trying to figure it out ever since, watching her closely and everything.”
“Do you think she’s an enemy? Someone sent in from one of the opposing families?” Jimin asked seriously.
“I…I don’t know.”
Jimin furrowed his brow. The way Taehyung said that was unsettling.
“Should we ask Yoongi?” Jimin questioned.
“I already did. I’m waiting for a response. But can I be honest?”
Jimin perked at that, curious on where this was going.
“I don’t think she’s an enemy or a spy of any kind. I can just feel it.”
Jimin stayed quiet. He, oddly, knew where Taehyung was coming from but wanted to know why they had felt this way.
“Instinct?”
“Yeah, like she was meant to be here.”
Taehyung locked eyes with Jimin, a rare look of seriousness coursing through his rapidly glowing red eyes.
“Like she’s our-”
“Sorry for the wait!” you announced.
The two suddenly jumped, unaware of your presence at first. You held an apologetic look, not meaning to scare them like that. They brushed off your concerns and the three of you finished up your stay at the cafe. It had gotten dark and you were very tired from the flight and moving in. Luckily, you didn’t have to walk back by yourself, finding out that both Jimin and Taehyung (as well as the rest of their brothers) occupied the remainder of the floor you were stationed on. You weren’t sure if you should be excited or nervous by that info but you tried not to show it.
When you reached your door, you bid the two a goodnight. Luckily, before your departure, you managed to snag their numbers, offering you to hit them up if you ever needed anything. You were very grateful for their kind demeanor and officially wandered off to bed. Jimin and Taehyung lingered a bit longer, wary of your actions. When nothing came up and you actually went to bed, the two officially left.
Jimin entered Taehyung’s room, an alert coming through Taehyung’s phone in the process. When he pulled it out and looked at it, he realized it was from Yoongi.
“He got back to me.” he announced.
Jimin wasted no time making a beeline towards Taehyung and swiftly looked over his shoulder, the two reading the message thoroughly. They stood there for a minute digesting everything they read before a soft silence blanketed them both.
“Does that mean…” Jimin trailed off a bit scared.
Taehyung took a second before turning around with a big happy boxy grin on his handsome face. That’s not exactly the expression Jimin was expecting but he was even more surprised by his next couple of words. The words he knew Taehyung didn’t get to fully say out loud at the cafe.
“Minnie! She’s the one! She’s our soulmate!! She came back to us. After all this time, she finally came back to us!”
author’s note: any and all creations made by user: btsydtrash (also known as haveagreatday on ao3) are works of absolute fiction. nothing mentioned should be related to the boys in real life. respect the privacy of the members and enjoy fiction as fiction. thank you, cuties!
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Jungkook was used to getting what he wanted. He was handsome, disgustingly so, and he knew how to flirt his way in (and out of) danger. He lived for and with his brothers. He didn’t know anything but his found family. Still, happening upon you was one of the best decisions he ever made.
Now… How to make you realize that your life was missing him as much as his had been missing you.
(angst/yandere / smut / gore / fluff)
Masterlist / i don’t have a tag list / find me on twitter / word count: 4.0k
author’s note: yn’s not going down without a fight tho, is she?
Chapter 8 ‘Mission’
When you wake up, you are stunned to realize that you had actually been able to fall asleep under the circumstances. Usually, you would have been too uncomfortable to truly relax, but here you were, slobbering all over their expensive-looking couch.
It wasn’t dark outside by any means but it was significantly later than you had expected it to be.
The sun was high in the sky hidden behind the film of heavy clouds, so you presume it to be around early afternoon. The world below you was alive and bustling, despite the gray and drab weather and, humorlessly, you realize that it seems to match your mood perfectly.
Your skin feels heavy from where it had been pressed heavily into the soft sofa and as you lift your head fully, you can sense that you aren’t alone. Pressing into the grooves of your skin, you slowly turn your head toward the source of the soft sound of turning pages.
It wasn’t Jungkook, thankfully.
Jimin glances over the head of his comic book and says, “Don’t mind me.”
Unconsciously, tension leaves your body.
Jimin, objectively, wasn’t any better than Jungkook to have around - both of them being your captors - but something about waking up to see Jungkook’s metaphorical wagging tail and puppy dog eyes would have set you off something fierce.
Your nerves are shot, trembling lightly where they fist the material pooling at your stomach, and you glare at the other man, annoyed by the nerve of his sunshine-like expression.
“I wasn’t going to,” you grumble, voice croaky and thick with sleep. You clear your throat and sit up, feeling the urge to relieve yourself. Begrudgingly, you ask, “Where’s the bathroom?”
Jimin looks up and asks, voice filled with sarcasm, “You aren’t going to try and climb out the window, right?”
You glare at him but he simply shrugs. Jimin explains, “I got put on YN-watch tonight, so I have to make sure you aren’t left alone. At all. Jungkook would kill me.”
You say, barely able to hide your pout, “This is insane, you know that right?”
Jimin nods in agreement. He explains, easily, “Sure. It’s also incredibly illegal. But that’s never stopped us before.”
You scoff, lip curling in annoyance, “Right. I shouldn’t expect decency from people like you.”
He laughs, loud and sudden, like the sound was shocked out of him. “Decency? Says the person who held a gun on me and threatened to cut my eyes out.”
“I wasn’t actually gonna do it,” you retort, dismissively. Jimin pins you with a look and you huff, “Okay. But, I didn’t do it. That’s the important part. Plus, you had assaulted me first. I was just protecting myself.”
Jimin gives you a dry look, not even the slight bit amused by your excuses. The pink-haired man gracefully moves to his feet, tossing the comic back onto the table with a couple others from the same series, and he says, shoving his hands into his pockets, “Come on. I made lunch. You can shower, get changed then eat.”
He leads you out of the library and through the ornately-decorated apartment, too quickly for you to be able to take note of much besides the fancy decor and messy living room. Jimin walks to a room and pushes open the door. The first thing you notice is an expensive-looking drum-set in the corner of the room, a pair of overhead earphones sat on the stool and a worn pair of drumsticks are on the computer desk.
Three of the four walls are dark, charcoal black wallpaper with a slightly raised design that you wanted to trail your fingers across. One main wall is ivory white, with a huge bed pushed into the corner, low with many soft white pillows piled at the head of the bed. The room is smaller than you expected but it seems designed that way, as if comfort and coziness was the aim instead of grand expressions of luxury.
You say, eyes sweeping around the area, “This is Jungkook’s room, isn’t it?”
You miss the bemused expressions that passes over Jimin’s face. He hums. “Yeah, it is.”
The floor is coated in dark gray carpet, soft but it feels reinforced under your feet. You suspect there’s a couple of layers of carpet to insulate the room. Two paintings are reclined against the white wall, and they don’t seem to be designer, but they could be hung in an art gallery somewhere. They fit the soft dark aesthetic of the room and you want to take a closer look but Jimin pushes open a door you hadn’t seen when you first entered.
“Jungkook won’t mind if you use anything of his,” he comments. He opens up a drawer and hands you a towel. It’s soft and it smells good, even when you hold it at a distance. One thing you have noticed about being in Jungkook’s space was that the freak was tidy - anally so. Contrary to the rest of the apartment that had dots of mess, clothes draped over furniture and dishes in the sink, showing it to be lived in, his personal space was pristine. You almost didn’t want to touch anything, in case you knocked it out of its perfect harmony with the rest of the room. “Wear something of his, a sweater or something.”
“I don’t want to,” you grumble. “Give me something of yours.”
He snorts. “You see this?” He points to his black eye. “I got this for just mentioning you. I refuse to lose a tooth because he sees you in something of mine instead of his.” Jimin lets out a small chuckle at the gentle shock on your face. “It’s that or you walk around naked.”
“I’m tempted to take you up on that but I’d rather die than give you the satisfaction of seeing my perfect tits in real time,” you snark. You roll your eyes but bring the towel closer to your chest. “Go.”
Jimin smirks but disappears out the way you both came.
With the sound of the door closing behind him, you feel the strong wall you had built up inside of you collapse for a moment before your frown deepens. You slump against the doorframe leading to the bathroom and close your eyes, holding the towel tight to your chest.
You have to figure out how to get out of here, and fast. You have to figure something out before Jungkook gets back.
Jimin is on edge around you. He won’t turn his back to you. He was probably told to keep you in his line of sight every second. It’s a fortune he left you alone to wash your ass, but perhaps the risk of actually seeing a pair of breasts had the pink-haired maniac running for the hills. He didn’t seem averse to women, but then again, you weren’t one to judge, having found yourself twisted in the sheets with every flavor of the human-rainbow - some of them, more than once.
You walk into the bathroom and struggle with the knob of the shower. It comes out powerfully, and takes mere seconds to warm up. It was enticing, the urge to wash the last couple of days off. You have to be careful of your hand, the burn tingles a little but it doesn’t hurt - not enough to take any medication, at least. You stare at yourself in the mirror, watching your reflection slowly becomes absorbed by the steam filling the room. You wipe a hand across the surface of the glass, so you can see your own face, before you hang your head in surrender.
You had come to a wretched conclusion during these few moments of blessed freedom.
For now, you would have to play their game.
And that meant doing as they wanted, no matter how frustrated it made you feel.
You shower, taking care of your wrapped wrist, and dress in a pair of boxers fresh out the packet and a huge sweater. You practically drowned in the material, having to roll the sleeves up three times before you could see your own hands. Jungkook had a huge collection of socks and you grabbed the funniest looking pair you could find - yellow and green spots with a cartoon frog stitched on either side. You looked stupid, but it was better than nothing. And his clothes smelled divine.
Once you are done, you toss the towel in the dirty basket in the corner of the room and open the door, walking out into the hallway. Only to trip over Jimin’s body sat distractedly in front of the door and fall straight to the floor in a crumpled heap in his lap. The two of you look at each other for a beat, strangely close, before he shoves you off, sending you rolling.
“Holy shit,” Jimin gasps. “You’re fucking heavy.”
He swats at the invisible dirt on his shoulders and straighten out his pants as he moves to his feet. “You sure took your time.”
You roll your eyes and get up by yourself. What a dick. “Whatever. You said you made lunch. I’m hungry.”
He stares at you for a long moment before he glances away. “Follow me.”
Jimin leads you into the living room and nods to the comfy looking couch. “Sit.”
“I’m not a dog,” you snap but do as you were told.
He snorts and yells from where he had disappeared into the kitchen, “Dogs follow commands much better than you do.”
You bite down on the urge to bark back at him. Instead, you pull your legs up to your chest and glare at the huge TV across from you. The screen was showing a preview for a new romance drama that you had heard about but you had no intention of watching.
Love stories rarely moved you in a positive way. Instead, they filled you with a strange cloying sensation, like being stuck in a hot, sweaty room with barely a sliver of wind. You search for the sweet relief that the wind should give you, but the feeling of overbearing heat persists. In fact, it only gets worse the more you move around. So, you try succumbing to the temperature, but that only makes you feel pathetic.
Looking or not looking at love in motion - either way, you felt suffocated.
Jimin returns and drops down beside you. He nudges your legs so you make space on your lap for the plate in his hands. He says, “I hope you don’t have any allergies.”
You roll your eyes. “It would be a little late if I did.”
He pauses for a moment before he laughs, a little meanly. “You’re right. Eat up.”
He had made dakgangjeongwith a side of yellow rice. It smells fragrant and your stomach gurgles in hunger.
Jimin had already started chowing down but when he notices you hadn’t begun eating, he tosses you a scathing look. “What? It’s not fancy enough for you or something, Princess?”
You roll your eyes. “You gave me a plastic spoon.”
He scoffs. “Should I have given you a pair of chopsticks so you can jab the end into my eye and make a run for it? Not likely. Figure it out.”
You struggle a little with the food, getting the sweet-and-spicy chunks of boneless chicken and rice into your mouth, much to Jimin’s amusement. He lets out odd snorts when bits of meat misses your mouth and falls back into the bowl or into your lap, much to your annoyance. You jab him in his side with your elbow, only one time, sharp and purposeful, and he lets out a gasp of air.
“Fuck, YN,” he whines, rubbing at the sore spot. “What are you, made of metal?”
“Only 69%,” you retort, rolling your eyes. You ask, “Can we change the channel? All this love shit is giving me the creeps.”
Jimin looks your way before he nods. “I don’t like romance stuff either.”
“Why? You had no problem being all lovey-dovey with misery-guts earlier,” you retort. “I thought you’d eat this love crap up.”
“You mean Tae?” Jimin laughs, but the sound is strained. “Nah, that’s just… I don’t know, it’s just that we aren’t together-together.”
You rear your head back for a moment, running each incident of stomach-turning PDA you had witnessed in the very few interactions you had with both men, and you can’t stop yourself from asking, shock evident on your face, “What the fuck does that mean?”
Jimin shrugs, running his tongue across his teeth a few times, contemplative, before he explains, “What Tae and I are can’t really be explained with words. He’s my person, you know? My soulmate. I look at him and I see everything.”
“You love him… But you aren’t ‘together-together’?”
Jimin nods, as if it explained everything.
“Why?”
“Our lifestyle isn’t really conventional,” he explains, a touch shyly. It didn’t suit the other man, who you had only ever viewed as sarcastic and cocky. He seems… soft. “Kookie, Tae and I are… fated. Right now, Tae and I have to stay as we are.”
You take a moment. “Isn’t that painful?”
Jimin looks at you, eyes a fraction wider in surprise. “A bit.”
“You’re being frighteningly honest,” you mutter. “Just date him. What the fuck could go wrong?”
Jimin bites his bottom lip. “There’s a lot we have to do before Tae and I can take that step. We… We just can’t.”
He’s being intentionally vague but you don’t feel like it’s your place to pry. You have your secrets, secrets that you would prefer to take to your grave if given the chance, so you shut your mouth and turn your eyes to the screen, leaving the pink-haired man alone to his rapidly-darkening thoughts.
Some time later
Jimin actually doesn’t leave your side for the whole afternoon. He walks you to the bathroom, to the living room, to the kitchen when you want a glass of water. It feels like you had grown a tumor overnight. If tumors made stupid comments, read comics at a snail’s pace or listened to female rap music a touch too loudly in its headphones.
You don’t even try to escape. The few times you were able to walk past the front door, with Jimin’s grip tight on the inside of your elbow, you noticed the lock there. It was a touchpad lock that required a passcode to leave as well as one to enter. You presumed both were different, but even if they had been the same, you hadn’t gotten a look at the password when you first got brought here because of Jungkook’s looming presence and Taehyung’s unnecessarily broad back.
Moments of absolute frustration flash through you during the few hours you spend lonely but not alone.
You feel bouts of sickening anxiety standing in the long hallway, seeing echoes of memories in the portraits and photographs lining the walls. Happiness is etched onto the faces of your three captors, making the trio seem friendly, approachable - kind, even. But, Jimin poking his head over your shoulder and giving you the backstory of each picture is enough to remind you of your involuntary incarceration and you are brought right back to the realization that these men are capable of more than you can even comprehend.
Barbs of nausea spike through your chest whenever you see a bird pass in front of the high windows, free in a way that you had taken for granted. It brings to mind your history, the one that you have tried so valiantly to forget, to escape, to out-run. The clawed hands of the ghosts of your past reaching out from behind a ragged and beaten door, one that is barely holding onto its hinges. One day, those same hinges were doing to blow apart and crumble into dust before your very eyes. But for now, you can keep those memories at bay and that’s enough.
It has to be enough.
You try to escape to the bathroom whenever this would happen to throw up, closing the door behind you while Jimin waited in the bedroom, pretending to be ignorant of the sickly pallor of your skin and the shallowness of your breathing. The bile in your throat tasted too familiar, waves of sickness crashing over you until you are left shivering. Jimin gives you a cup of green tea after, wordlessly. You don’t want to think of the pity that passes through his eyes that you caught sight of the one time you looked him in the eye.
Jimin texted a lot too. You didn’t have to ask who he was talking to.
Jungkook.
He comes back just before it gets dark.
The sky is cloudy, it had started to rain, and you had made a home in the armchair in front of the window, acceptance finally having settled like a blanket around your shoulders. You hadn’t moved for about an hour, staring listlessly out of the window, watching the people go about their lives.
The sound of the passcode being tapped in followed simultaneously by the scratching of paws catches your attention and Jimin perks up from where he is laying on his back, watching the flame flicker enticingly from the mouth of the intricately-designed lighter in his hand. He seemed to be enthralled by the flame, almost as if he were consumed by it.
“Bam!”
He hops up and opens his arms, only to be attacked by a huge, black dog.
The dog excitedly hops around Jimin, sniffing him all over, tail wagging in happiness. Jimin scrunches the dog’s face, giving him kisses all over the crown of his head, and he giggles.
He looks up from where he is patting Bam’s huge head and he says, “You got him back?”
Taehyung kicks off his shoes and walks into the room, grabbing Bam’s collar and tugging him gently to the kitchen.
“He wanted to come home,” he replies, simply. He doesn’t even acknowledge your presence in the house, and while it didn’t piss you off because you wanted to talk to him, you still felt uncomfortable with the ease in which he dismisses you. It isn’t like you wanted to be here either!
Jungkook walks in behind Taehyung, quietly. He shoves his hands in his pockets, his mask still covering the bottom half of his face. He approaches you slowly, and your pulse increases with each step he takes. His eyes are a little wide, as if he were wrestling with a caged animal.
He drops to one of his knees in front of you and says, resting his mask on his chin, “YN… Did you have a good day?”
Jungkook gives you a small smile, gentle, and he reaches for your hand but at the last moment, thinks better of it, dropping his hand and letting it awkwardly rest in his lap.
You stare down at him. “What kind of a day do you think I had, genius?”
His hopeful expression shutters into something guarded. “S-Sorry. I just- I thought staying out would make you feel a bit more… relaxed. It might let you get used to… used to being here without… I don’t know, without feeling suffocated.”
“You thought wrong.”
He flinches. “YN…”
“If you thought you being away would’ve made me feel even an iota better, you would have never come back,” you snarl before shooting to your feet. “Jimin, I’m going to the bathroom.”
Jungkook grabs your wrist, loosely, and says, eyes watery, “YN, I’m trying-”
“Trying to what?” You snap. “Trying to piss me off?”
He sniffles, staring at the floor. “I’m… I’m sorry.”
You slap his hand away and stomp off toward the bedroom, feeling rather than seeing Jimin awkwardly trail behind you. Taehyung and Jimin share a long look, the younger of the two tossing a hard look in your direction that promised retribution of you kept up these brattish antics.
Taehyung got it - he really did.
But Jungkook was like a big kid, and you were breaking his soft heart.
Taehyung watches as Jungkook pulls a small bouquet from his backpack and feels his chest tighten up. He had hidden them there just in case Bam had gotten too excited in the car and crushed them with his tendency to jump on Jungkook’s chest.
The youngest wordlessly hands the pale pink flowers to Taehyung and walks into the kitchen. He swipes at his nose with his sleeve, pulling out a bottle of something clear from the refrigerator, and pops the cap.
“Kookie…”
“Stop, hyung,” he says, after taking a long gulp. His voice sounds like it has been cut with a thousands shards of glass. “It doesn’t matter. Give it to Jimin. You know he likes the color pink.”
Jungkook spends some time sitting on the balcony, right under the jutted out roof, trying like hell to ignore what he knew was going on inside. He contemplates every decision that lead him to the situation he has found himself in - maybe he shouldn’t have ever walked into the library in the first place. Maybe then he wouldn’t know how painful it was to watch your beautiful eyes fill with such a degree of disdain.
Once it started getting too cold, the rain soaking his hoodie and making him shiver, he comes inside. He pulls the hoodie off, tossing it into the corner, leaving a trail of clothes behind him as he walks back to his room. YN is curled in the corner of the room, sleeping. You ignored the bed, choosing instead to wrap yourself up in his bedsheets and hide yourself away in the corner. Your hair is poking out from a small hole in the bundle of sheets and the steady rise and fall tells him that you are sleeping.
He showers quickly, leaving the door cracked slightly open because his anxiety wouldn’t let him leave you with an option to leave without him knowing.
Jungkook couldn’t even tell you how pretty you looked, you didn’t give him a chance.
He had run through the conversation a thousand times in the car with Taehyung. What to say to charm you, to compliment you on your smile and your eyes, how not to look at you for too long in case it made you uncomfortable, but somehow within seconds he had ruined it with his stupid mouth and lingering gaze.
A fresh wave of tears silently fall from his eyes, already puffy and sore from all the rubbing. He tries to stop himself from making noise by biting down on his bottom lip and shoving his knuckles into his mouth like he used to when he was a kid to keep the frustrated cries from escaping, but it doesn’t work.
He keeps crying.
And it comes from the core of him. The knowledge that he might never see the corners of your eyes crinkling in that same warm way he remembers from the library. He doesn’t care if it was a composition of all your best parts that you left on display, hiding the shadows of your personality behind a brick wall. He feels robbed of the experience of you.
He’s angry and frustrated and in pain, and it just doesn’t end.
Jungkook tries to ground himself in the moment. He traces his favorite tattoos, he counts to a hundred five times over just to keep himself from screaming and disturbing your slumber. He counts his breaths and snaps bands on his wrist so he doesn’t think about worse things like the molly he stashed in his drawer or the way it makes him feel.
Maybe if you woke up to find him near dead, it might make you feel something other than hatred for him.
The both of you lay on the floor that night, with Jungkook laying on his side in front of the bedroom door and you curled in a protective ball in the corner.
It wouldn’t be possible for you to leave without stepping over his body and he was a light sleeper, even without the anxiety coursing through his veins. Still, he doesn’t get a wink of rest that entire night, every time he thinks he can relax enough to actually drift off, his body jerks and he’s back to being hyper-alert again.
Jungkook counts his fingers, he taps out rhythms on his upper-thighs, he paces quietly, peeking at you every once in a while to make sure you were still breathing - some hideous part of him worrying that you might try to escape him in death.
He would follow you, you know. He knows he would.
He even brings Bam into the room so the dog can sleep on his legs, knowing that he has always found solace in Jungkook since he was a puppy.
He pats his dog’s head and hums out the bare bones of a song that is forming in his head, the melancholy and anguish that has built up in his spine finally easing as his fingers tap out a perfect rhythm on his toned thighs, wishing, instead, that he could be laying beside you, holding you tightly instead of simply watching you, obsessively, from across the room.
Jungkook was used to getting what he wanted. He was handsome, disgustingly so, and he knew how to flirt his way in (and out of) danger. He lived for and with his brothers. He didn’t know anything but his found family. Still, happening upon you was one of the best decisions he ever made.
Now… How to make you realize that your life was missing him as much as his had been missing you.
(angst/yandere/smut / gore / fluff)
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tw: voyeurism, jk is a real pervert lol
Chapter 9 ‘Owned’
Blinking, suddenly alert, you feel a wet nose press curiously against your cheek. Instantly, you jolt upright and nearly topple over from the weight of the blankets wrapped awkwardly around your body. Bam pokes his head out, curiously, tongue hanging lazily out of his mouth, and he hops from side to side, trying to take a better look at you.
“Bam, stop,” Jungkook’s voice comes from across the room. Immediately, the blood in your veins is frozen in fear. He really was never going to leave you alone. “She’s resting.”
You sit up, making space for Bam to nestle himself in your lap. The dog is much larger up close, and he tosses his long, powerful legs over your shoulder, taking your open arms as a green light for slobber-time. He licks all over your face and exposed neck, excitedly, sniffing you all over, pressing his wet snout against you with enough force to knock you over.
“You’re a big boy,” you murmur, sleepily, patting his head, echoing Jimin’s gestures from the night before.
Jungkook is stood, already fully-dressed, hovering awkwardly over the two of you, watching with something akin to hope blossoming in his eyes. He tries to taper it down, tries to stomp on it, to extinguish it before you see it - before you can get angry at him for wishing for something he knows he shouldn’t be too eager for. But, he’s looking at you and seeing the smile in your eyes for the first time since this whole ordeal began and it makes him feel… alive.
“Come here, boy,” Jungkook commands, patting his thighs and the dog’s attention immediately snaps from you to the other boy. Bam climbs off of you and pads over to his owner, circling his legs twice before sitting nicely at the man’s right-side, like a soldier. Jungkook sits down on his ass, pulling his knees up to his chest, and observes you, silently.
“Did you sleep okay?”
You stay quiet, monitoring the man just as intently as he was doing to you.
Jungkook looks like shit. He has bags under his red-rimmed eyes and his hair is a puffy mess, as if he spent time running his hands through it. His lips are bitten and red, and they even seem a little swollen when he angles his head a certain way. The tip of his softly-rounded nose is tinged red and he just looked… shitty.
You say as much, without thinking.
He coughs out a wet laugh, looking away. “Good to know you don’t pull any punches even in the morning.”
“I’m just saying,” you grumble, looking at your feet. “Did you not sleep or something?”
Jungkook looks sheepish when he replies. “I couldn’t. I was… anxious.”
“About me?”
He nods. “Not your fault though. It’s… totally a ‘me’ thing.”
“You didn’t sleep at all?”
He shakes his head. “The floor isn’t really that comfortable either.”
“You have a bed.”
“I left the bed for you,” he replies. “Not that you needed it. You looked comfortable on the floor.”
“I’m used to sleeping in less-than-preferable conditions,” you retort, glibly. He gets this curious look in his eye, like he’s greedy to learn more about your shitty childhood and- no. That wasn’t happening. You abruptly say, “I’m going to clean up.”
He nods, getting to his feet and awkwardly hanging out by the door. “Do you want me to-”
“Get the fuck out,” you reply without looking back in his direction. You grab a hand towel and slam the door closed, loud enough for him to hear. You hear the door softly close once he ushers Bam out into the hallway, but what you don’t see is his fist-pump of excitement once he was outside.
–
“We had a conversation,” he say, grabbing Taehyung’s shoulders and shaking him excitedly. Taehyung nearly drops his bowl of spicy ramen and he grumbles under his breath as he has to adjust his t-shirt (the one Jungkook had to practically beg him to wear considering the three men didn’t enjoy wearing shorts around the house, let alone shirts, but he couldn’t have you seeing his brother’s heavily-inked flesh so openly. What happens if that is more your type? He has tattoos too, but he isn’t as covered yet. He doesn’t think he would be able to stomach seeing your ogle another man so openly in front of him without sending his fist through a glass window) once he was released.
Bam, happily, walks beside his owner before spotting Jimin curled up in the couch and rushes to make himself comfortable, stealing the seat that Taehyung had been eyeing for himself, much to the guitarist’s annoyance.
“Fucking stupid dog.”
Jimin gasps and covers Bam’s ears. “Don’t talk about my baby like that!”
Taehyung rolls his eyes but apologizes quietly to the dog and sits on the other side. It isn’t as close to Jimin as he wants to be but it’ll have to do.
“Hyung, we had a conversation and she didn’t yell at me,” Jungkook says, gleefully.
Jimin quirks a brow. “She yelled a little, didn’t she?”
Jungkook deflates slightly. “Only a little. Maybe she’s not as mad anymore, after sleeping on things?”
Jimin and Taehyung both give the younger man a disbelieving look. Taehyung snorts into his food and remarks, “I wouldn’t have my hopes too high for that.”
Jungkook frowns. “She’s still mad?”
“Definitely,” the pair chorus.
Jimin continues, “She’s going to be mad for a long time. This isn’t a one-night fixer-upper, Kookie.”
“I just don’t want her to be angry anymore,” he responds, pitifully. “It makes my heart hurt.”
Taehyung glanced at Jimin and feels his guilt blossom. He understands what it feels like to love someone so much that it stops making sense - it starts feeling like dying would be better than not being with that person. That not seeing them smile would be like never having another breath of fresh again again for the rest of your life. That trying to stitch your world back together again without them would fundamentally be impossible because the largest piece would always be missing.
Yeah, he understands just how insane love could make you feel.
“Just give her time,” Taehyung says, sagely, moving his eyes from his love’s face to the cartoon playing out on the TV. “She’ll come around. You’re too cute for her to ignore.”
“Hyung…”
“Besides, one rejection isn’t enough to knock your big ass off your feet,” Taehyung finishes. “Like I told you before. Make her need you.”
Jimin can’t ignore the foreboding feeling settling in his gut, but as he looks into his little brother’s eyes, his mouth feels stiff as lead. All he can bring himself to do is smile, a little heavy but it was bordering on real and he was wishing for the best.
“I want to make her breakfast,” Jungkook says, suddenly perking up. “Would that be too much? It’s too much, right? Oh, but I make really good pancakes, don’t I, hyung? I should make them for her, right?”
Taehyung exhales softly and nods. “Sure, bud. Go ahead. I’m sure she’ll love them.”
Jungkook beams and merrily clambers to his feet, disappearing into the kitchen.
“You tell that miserable bitch that she better eat every scrap on that plate or I’ll toss her headfirst off the balcony, Jungkook’s feelings be damned,” Taehyung says, quietly, pushing another spoonful of ramen into his mouth.
Jimin snorts.
“I’m so serious, baby,” he says, glaring at his love’s amused expression. “Talk to her or I will.”
“You’re so scary,” Jimin teases, squeezing Taehyung’s puffy cheeks. “I’ll go give our guesta warning.”
Jimin moves to his feet and Taehyung can’t help but smack his ass as he walks by. The pink-haired man glares over his shoulder, flipping him off. Taehyung just wants to toss him over his shoulder and take him back to their room and press him into the mattress until he’s crying for him all over again.
Jungkook patters around the kitchen for a while, the smell of maple syrup and almond milk pouring from the cracked open door, and Jimin tosses a warm look back, hoping against hope that YN wouldn’t piss on the small bud of happiness that was growing in their dumb bunny.
He knocks, because even though he has the grace and tact of a tavern-owner, he still didn’t like walking in on nude girls. Especially ones who had the penchant for smacking fire out of him when they are pissed off.
“YN…”
The door cracks open and you don’t poke your head out, he takes that as permission to enter the room. He pads inside to see you bent over the edge of the bed but facing away from him, and a pair of Jungkook’s boxers covering your shapely ass from his eyes.
Jimin whistles, low and flirtatiously, unable to stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth, “I might prefer men but don’t tempt me.”
He’s too used to flirting with clients to get them into the bedroom. He subconsciously started treating you like you were a mark who only knew him as ‘Jay’, elusive and sultry slut who spreads his thighs and puts on a ‘good show’, and not someone who actually knows the him behind the curtain.
You look over your shoulder as you pull the bedsheets you had used to wrap yourself up last night over the bed, cleaning up the space around you and roll your eyes. “Cut the crap. What do you want?”
“Kookie is making breakfast,” he says, quietly. “I’m here to warn you. Be nice.”
“Iamnice,” you retort, lip curling.
“Be nicer,” he suggests. “Otherwise Tae isn’t going to be happy.”
“How your boyfriend feels is none of my concern,” you respond, sarcastically. You had thought about showering early, just to spend some time alone with your thoughts, but decided against it. You’d break up your day by showering later, giving you the illusion of privacy and some space to clear your head once it eventually got too crowded with them.
“Not my boyfriend,” he corrects. “And it will be your issue if he gets angry.”
“Oh, really? What’ll happen? He’ll hit me? Please, I can take a beating,” you answer. “And I can give one too. Seeing as how you are passing messages, let himknow that.”
Jimin exhales, heavily. “Both of you are so childish.”
“He started it,” you fuss. “I’ll be nice.” Then at Jimin’s pointed expression, you correct, “Nicer.”
“Good,” he replies, seemingly content. “Hurry up and put on some pants. I’m starving.”
Jimin leads you back into the living room and you commandeer your spot in the armchair overlooking the gloomy compound, enviously watching the families enjoying the dull morning weather.
Bam notices you walk in immediately and pads over to your side for head rubs and cuddles. The huge dog can’t fit all in your lap but that doesn’t stop him from trying, tossing his heavy head over your shoulder and kicking his long legs around your middle, curling around you.
“Alright, alright,” you murmur, letting him get comfortable and continue rubbing his back and scratching behind his ears.
The room smells delectable, all sugary and homely, and you relax into it, listening to Jungkook walk around the kitchen and sing to himself.
He has a nice voice.
After a little while, Jungkook comes out, having pulled off his hoodie when he started frying the pancakes, showing off his muscular, tattooed arms. His hair is pushed back with a headband and with his forehead exposed, you can see his eyebrow piercing better. His hair is cut neatly at the sides too. His jawline is strong, but his cheeks puff out a little as he whispers to himself, double and triple checking the food on the plate. His shoulders are wide but his waist is trim and thin, and you can tell he works out - a lot.
Jungkook looks so fucking good, you almost forget for a moment that he has you captive, held against your will.
The thought crashes into you like a truck on a highway and you avert your eyes to the ceiling. Not fast enough, however, as Taehyung watches you ogle their dumb bunny with a smirk on his handsome face. Of course you were attracted to Kookie, who wouldn’t be?
“YN, I got the syrup you like,” the man in question says, casually. Jungkook grins at you, bright and adorable, eyes crinkling, waiting for praise.
You feel the other two men’s eyes flick to you, one cautious and the other vicious, and you bite down the urge to yell some kind of defensive obscenity.
Instead, you exhale and reply, “Thanks.”
Jungkook freezes, eyes widening, before the smile returns even brighter than before.
If he had a tail, it would be wagging wildly.
Taehyung relaxes, marginally, and Jimin gives you a private smile - a grateful smile. It was all repulsive.
Jungkook asks, “Do you want to sit at the table or in front of the TV?”
“Here is fine,” you reply, tightly. Bam shifts at the sound of his owner’s voice and hops off your lap. You are surprised at just how heavy the ball of energy is - you suppose he is just like his dad, big and excitable.
Jungkook nods and hands you a plate of pancakes and fluffy scrambled eggs. “Careful, it’s kind of hot.” You take the plate and rest it on your stomach. The food looks delectable, just as you had presumed, but something in you gives you pause. Jungkook continues, gently, “I didn’t know if you wanted bacon or not so I did some on the side.”
He glances at the space in front of you on the floor and hovers, awkwardly, juggling his plate and the condiments.
“Do you want to… sit here?”
He looks up into your eyes, surprised over being caught, before his cheeks burn. “N-No… I mean, yes. I do. But- Not if you don’t like it.”
After catching Jimin’s hard look, you exhale heavily and shift your feet a little so they wouldn’t be in his face. “It’s your house. Sit where you like.”
Jungkook instantly sits on the floor, crossing his legs and resting his back against the leg of the armchair.
Some quiet moments pass between the two of you before he whispers, softly, “Thank you so much.”
He doesn’t expect you to hear him, he says it so quietly, but you do, and it makes your appetite disappear.
Jungkook is rocking happily from side to side as he eats, full mouthfuls of syrup, fluffy pancake and crispy bacon. He offers to eat the rest of your plate once he realizes you won’t - can’t - finish your breakfast, not wanting any to go to waste.
You pile the three-quarters of eggs and half a pancake onto his plate, and his eyes glow in happiness as he eats. Subconsciously, he touches you - his hand grazes your ankle as he shuffles around, his shoulder brushes against the inside of your calf. He doesn’t show too much emotion of his face, not that you would recognize it, but he barely stops his eyes from rolling into the back of his head when you do it back.
The feeling of your toes against his side, even for that nano-second, was enough to have him stiff in his sweats. He adjusts himself as inconspicuously as he can, but Jimin’s giggles give him away. It’s good that YN doesn’t know them that well yet, but he glares nonetheless, at his hyperactive brother.
Stop fucking laughing, he says with his eyes, glaring. Please!
Time passes with Jimin and Taehyung wrapped around each other in a way that Jungkook envies so deeply. Jimin rakes his nails against Taehyung’s scalp, back and forth in a soothing manner that calms the moody guitarist. Jungkook yearns for the sensation of your delicate fingers against his back, the tips of your nails against his spine, drawing intelligible shapes on his skin. Sheer ecstasy blossoms behind his eyes and his breathing gets heavy.
The tip of his dick is unbearably sensitive, having spent half of the night stripping his cock raw as the thoughts he had of you became more and more depraved. You, being in his room, filling the space with your presence, overwhelmed him periodically and he had to disappear into the bathroom to calm himself down. He thought it would help, removing the visual stimuli, but after practically tasting you in the air, he was only reminded that you had been in there, naked, and touching yourself… It was too much for him to resist.
He was a weak man, you can’t blame him for that.
His phone burns in his pocket as the video of you from this morning sleepily padding around the bathroom begs him to watch. The thought had come to him spontaneously last night, and he had done it before even really thinking it through, but what an idea it had been. The small camera he had installed in the bathroom while you slept soundlessly just meant he could see you / raw and unfiltered - whenever he wanted.
It was a win-win situation. He wouldn’t bother you when he yearned for you, and you wouldn’t have to know about it. It would be his first and only secret from you. Everything else, he would happily strip bare for your eyes, but this… this was his. At least for now.
He wouldn’t watch too much, he didn’t want to run the risk of overwhelming himself - he didn’t want to become too sick with obsession that he would act too quickly, too rashly, with his need to have you writhing underneath him that he would scare you off.
But, in that moment, the smell of you in the small room became overwhelming, the dirty towel that you had used damp in the basket in the corner of his room - he couldn’t stop himself. He was pulling his shorts down and fondling himself within seconds. Each time he orgasmed, it felt like he was being sucked through a straw - he felt fiery licks of pleasure from the roots of his hair to the soles of his feet and he leaked all over the floor and used the towel he had been sniffing to clean up his mess.
For now, he had to play the role - he had to somehow worm his way onto your good side, and to do that, he had to seem unbearably pathetic.
“Are you sure, YN? You hardly ate anything,” he mumbles, brow furrowing as he trails behind you as you both walk back to his room. “Didn’t it taste good? I didn’t make it how you like? I can try it again tomorrow, if you’ll let me, okay? Please don’t be mad.”
You roll your eyes, hidden from his field of vision and push open the door. “I’m not angry.”
Bam rushes inside first, jumping straight onto the bed and making a comfy space for himself to lay down and rest. Jungkook says, “But you didn’t eat.”
“I just wasn’t hungry,” you reply, simply.
Jungkook stands in front of you, forcing you to look up into his face when he refuses to move even when you try to step around him. You snap, patience wearing painfully thin, “What?”
“I’ll do better next time,” he promises, earnestly. “Just don’t shut me out again, please.”
You take a calming breath, the urge to grip his collar and shake him until he wakes up out of his delusion almost overtaking you. “I just wasn’t hungry. Really. Do you think if I were mad I wouldn’t tell you? I haven’t made it a habit to pull any punches with you guys yet, have I?”
Jungkook’s lips pull up briefly, a bitter twist to his mouth, before it disappears and he nods. “I trust you.”
You take a step back out of his compelling aura and move to the corner of the room, taking a seat. Jungkook trails behind you, sitting far enough away from you to give you the illusion of space but close enough to still observe you.
“Don’t you have something to do?”
He glances up, as if surprised you are instigating conversation with him, and truthfully, you are shocked yourself. You didn’t have any other means of keeping yourself entertained, considering he still hadn’t returned your phone and you couldn’t access his computer without him seeing. He shakes his head.
“I just- I’m good here,” he says, clearly holding some things back. “Do you… Do you want me to go?”
You can almost see his ears drop in dismay, so you give him an inch of rope. “No. It’s fine. I just- It’s a bit boring.”
“You’re bored?” He seems to be kicking himself for not realizing sooner. He scrambles to his knees and suggests, “I can- Uh, we can do stuff. In the living room. We have a bunch of games.. video games. I never- Oh, I never asked.”
“I like video games,” you respond, quietly.
His chest seems to raise with the new information and his cheeks turn rosy. “Shall we go and play? I’m not too bad at it.”
“Maybe another time,” you concede. “I’m tired now.”
He nods. “Do you- Uhm, you could take the bed.”
You pin him with a hard look, glancing between his innocent face and the inviting bed that Bam is already strewn across. “You… You don’t mind?”
He shakes his head. “It’s your room.”
Annoyance flares up in your once more. It isn’t your room, this isn’t your home. But he seems so soft in that moment that you worry a single word from you would turn him into a mess of tears, and while you don’t really care if he’s sad, you wonder how much hell you would catch from Taehyung for doing it to him.
Part of you wants to test it, to see if the other man is really as much of a threat as he postulates. But no, you’re too out of your comfort zone to willingly ask for such trouble, as tempting as it might be.
You have no weapons, only wit and that wasn’t enough.
Not yet.
“Whatever,” you respond. “I want to shower.”
“Fine,” he replies, hopping to his feet and shoving his phone in his pocket. “I’ll wait outside.”
You don’t respond, pushing past him careful to not touch his skin, and you miss the way his eyes close as he can’t help but sniff the air as you pass by.
He has already composed himself by the time you look back at him, hands deep in his pockets, bulking up his groin area so his bulge isn’t too obvious to the eye.
He fails, egregiously.
You slam the door closed behind you, cheeks burning as his not-so-innocent face replays before your eyes again and again until you have to shove your fingers in your sockets to black out the image.
Jungkook, on the other hand, disappears into the guest bathroom and locks the door behind him, tugging his boxers down to his thighs and palming his growing length in his palm as he bites down on the bottom of his shirt to keep it out of the way. He is in front of the mirror, watching himself fondle his cock as you strip down in the bathroom, unaware of his all-seeing eye above you. You have your back to the camera, shucking off his sweater and folding it nicely on the sink. You’re so neat and clean, he thinks as his lips pull up in a tight smile. What he wouldn’t give to see the line of your neck so unobstructed in real life.
You slide his sweats down your thighs and they pool at the bottom of your legs, followed by his boxers. He lets out a hiss as more pre-come drips down his length, getting trapped in his fingers, turning his skin sticky and slick. He closes his eyes, imagining the scent of your hair. He can’t help but groan loudly, the sound of slick skin-on-skin and the jingle of his belt buckle adding to the symphony of his masturbation. Jungkook’s breathing becomes labored and sweat sticks to his temple.
How much longer, huh? How much fucking longer does he have to wait to have you? Can’t you see how pathetic he is for you already? How much further does he have to fall for you to believe he needs you, he craves you? How much deeper does your poison have to penetrate before you give into him?
You are showering behind the opaque curtain, but the light above highlights your beautiful silhouette as you lather your body with the scents he chose on a whim weeks ago. He damns himself for not picking something softer, more delicate, for you. You’d like that more, wouldn’t you? A gentler scent? Something floral or fruity? Something sweeter than the heavy notes of musk and ginger that he got used to.
Shit, he thinks. He’ll have to go shopping soon. You probably hate it.
His breathing perks up more once the shower is cut off, Jungkook having forced himself from splitting apart at the seams more than once when his fantasies of you became a little too much for him to handle. He feels it, ripping at his insides. His balls are heavy and tight, his toes clenched around nothing and his face is so red, he wonders how he is keeping himself upright. The steam has filled the room and it’s too overwhelming. Everything is overwhelming him.
Your soaked arm pokes out from behind the curtain and you grab the towel. He barely gets a peek of the slightly darker shade of your areola before he is crying out and shooting all over himself and the floor. Jungkook is breathing so heavily, he has to reach an arm out to keep himself upright, and his ears are ringing loud in his skull and his legs are shaking.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. How is he supposed to hold out when he sees the real thing if the sight of your nipples are enough to have him blowing his load so messily? He looks at his come-slick hand and frowns. He needs to work on his endurance.
He washes his hands quickly, knowing that even though both Jimin and Taehyung are in the living room, he still doesn’t want to leave you alone for too long.
What if you figure out something that he hasn’t thought of and escape?
Jungkook pulls open the bathroom door, red-faced but refreshed and sees both of his brothers staring, brows quirked and barely-restrained smirks on their faces.
Taehyung asks, a knowing look on his face that makes Jungkook enraged and embarrassed, “You having fun in there, bunny?”
“Shut up!”
Jimin tacks on, lightly. “I hope you cleaned up.”
Jungkook shoulders past them, ears burning bright, and walks back into his bedroom, to see you curled up in bed with Bam under your chin. You look up, suddenly more alert even though you don’t stop petting Bam’s head and neck.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“It’s fine,” you respond, curtly, settling back into the sea of pillows you had made. “It’s your room.”
Our room, he barely stops himself from correcting, knowing it would put you in a bad mood.
“I’ll lay here,” he says, clearing his throat and sitting to the side of the door.
You lay down and turn onto your side, letting Bam curl into your side. Jungkook whistles once for his puppy, who responds and moves to his feet.
Jungkook plays with his eager dog’s ears and says, quietly, “Let YN sleep by herself tonight, okay?”
He watches you relax in increments.
Jungkook isn’t stupid, he can tell that you aren’t comfortable, but he doesn’t have it in him to leave you alone, especially at night, as it’s the only time he gets to look at you without seeing the revulsion in your expression. So he stays quiet and passes the time, watching you, imagining how things will be when you don’t hate his guts, and he thinks of melodies.
The other salvation that had kept him from ending his seemingly-meaningless existence all those years ago. Broken shards of sounds pieced together to create masterful pieces of music that he had fallen into, both eyes closed and his heart, for the first time since his mother left, open and bleeding.
Jungkook is long overdue to put a song together, so at around three in the morning, as you are lightly snoring in his bed, he gets onto his computer and slips his headphones on. He can’t keep his back to you for too long so he doesn’t get through a lot but by the time the sun comes up, he has compiled the bare bones for a new track he thinks the others might like.
He sends a copy to Namjoon, the manager of their little trio before cracking his knuckles and turning to face you fully.
Some miles away, Namjoon’s phone pings in the dark, ignored completely by the man dressed in all black, a rolled-up hundred in his hand as he takes another line of coke off of the svelte back of some faceless, nameless stripper in a dimly-lit room.
In which you’ve got a crush on your coworker- and a stalker problem.
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Tags/Warnings: I do not condone any of Jungkooks questionable actions, this is fiction, soft Yandere!Jungkook, stalking, criminal actions (trespassing, stealing), obsession, he’s really not quite right in the head, mc is kind of stupid for not involving police but wbk
Additional Chapter Warnings: stalking, violence (a brief mention), Jungkook’s got some not-so-soft-yandere thoughts..
You’re sure there’s someone following you- you don’t know the guy, can’t see his face, but he’s surely a man. For the first time in a long time you begin to think about the stranger that’s been invading your life as someone to be feared- if that’s even him. Maybe it’s not? And if it’s him- what would he do to you?
You decide to walk the last few streets home- stuff like this happens in movies, not real life. You’re probably imagining things- maybe the guy is just on his way home as well.
So you ignore his steps behind you, even when they reappear once you exit the small store.
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Jungkook knows the route you take home better than his own.
You’re always careful to stay in the lit up areas of the streets, never taking shortcuts, staying safe seemingly your first priority. It makes him happy- you’ll stay safe and protected this way, until you’re together, and he can physically keep you safe from any harm. He’d never let you walk home- he didn’t buy a car for nothing after all.
However, his face darkens once he notices you don’t seem to care much for what’s going on behind you.
Can you just not hear the footsteps? They’re timed with yours, so it’s possible that you just fail to notice them. Maybe you’ve become too comfortable, too sure of your safety to think about the dangers lurking all around you. He’s notices them. He knows them. Men are disgusting creatures, controlled by lust and nothing else- they take what they want and treat it like they deserve it even when they don’t. If anyone was to ask him, someone like you shouldn’t ever be touched by anyone but him.
Because he’s different.
He doesn’t want your body or just simple pleasure- he wants to care for you, make you feel loved and protected, wants you to have no worries at all. He loves you, and he knows you love him too- you’re perfect for each other, after all. All your interests align, your hobbies compliment each other’s, and your personalities match like none he’s ever met before. You just have to realize it, and once you do, you’ll love him just as much.
And just to imagine gaining your affection..
Oh he would melt underneath your gaze if you ever uttered the three magic words to him. You’re always so cute and gentle, would you be like that with him too? He doesn’t care at this point.
However, there’s a problem currently. A problem that urgently needs to be taken care of first and foremost.
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“you should’ve just stayed on the main street.” The figure says, for the first time speaking lowly to you- and you shudder, as you walk faster. It’s just a few steps ahead and you’re back out in the open. You’ll be fine there- you can run up the stairs and finally escape into the safety of your apartment. You have to tell Jungkook about it tomorrow- maybe he can walk you home and scare the guy off?
“alright, I’m done with this game.” is heard from the guy, before you start running, the stranger doing the same, quickly catching up to you- grabbing your bag and yanking it back towards him. You stumble, fall onto the ground-
And suddenly, a metallic hit is heard, before a body falls to the ground.
“Are you okay?!” comes the soft voice you’ve come to connect to your coworker Jungkook- as he kneels down to assess any injuries you have. And while at first you nod, the shock of it all quickly catches up to you- and you throw all care out the window, as you basically crawl into his arms, holding onto him tightly.
Jungkook knows he shouldn’t be happy- though he can’t help the warm feeling boiling in his body as he involuntarily inhales your scent, a hand running over your back comfortingly. He’s about to say something as the man slowly gets up, grabbing the back of his head. “fuck- You little-” he starts, though he seems to freeze suddenly, gaze finding Jungkooks icy glare.
“I’d reconsider doing that.” he lowly threatens, simply staring while his free hand holds onto the light metal pipe he’d already used once. It’s a single sentence that holds a way bigger threat to anyone understanding the hidden message- and the stranger definitely seems to be able to connect the dots, as he gets up, and simply runs off- shoulder hitting the side of a building before he vanishes from sight.
He’s lucky.
Without you here, he probably would’ve lost his hand for touching you. He could’ve broken his fingers, getting away with it by claiming it to be accidental. His boots are heavy- he should’ve maybe ‘tripped’ over his palm, scratching the skin at the very least, punishing him for doing what he did. It disgusts him to think that the man had gotten away with touching anything that belongs to you- though he cant help it. He will be more thorough next time- if there will ever be one.
Certainly not if he’s around. Though he’s got to be careful.
You’d never want him if you’d experience him being violent- he knows you don’t like it if someone even does so much as yell. He’s seen you flinch from your boss once when he’d scolded you a bit too loudly.
Jungkook would never yell at you.
“Let’s get you home.” he softly says instead, helping you up to your feet before he dusts your clothes off for you. You both walk out the alleyway and back into the open, more lively streets- people walking past you, though only a few are still awake at this hour. “you should maybe.. L-like, get one of those keychains with an alarm on it. I’ve heard it uh.. It scares such people off.” he recommends, and you nod.
“Thank you so much, Jungkook.” you say, bowing a little and making him visibly flustered. “if you weren’t-”
“hey, I was, no need to think about anything else.” he soothes your worries with a smile, before he nods towards the apartment building. “you live here?” he asks, even though he knows.
“yeah. Do you.. Want to come up?” you ask, and his breath hitches a bit.
“I-it’s late. I.. Thank you though.” he declines. He’s sure he wouldn’t be able to handle such a situation yet. You nod, visibly relaxing now. “Go up, I’ll stay here until you’re inside.” he promises with a smile, and you reach out to hug him for a second- before you run off to walk up to your apartment door.
Once there, you wave down at him, laughing a bit to yourself when he cutely waves back to you in the middle of the street. Though only in bed later that night do you wonder-
summary: min yoongi has everything: fame, respect, money, and his manager. and the idol will do anything to keep these things.
pairing:idol!min yoongi x fem.manager!reader
warnings in general: yandere tendency, submissive/passive reader, mean min yoongi, “dark”/unrealistic version of bighit/hybe, alternative timeline (bighit/hybe has a board, bv season 4 is set after the grammy nom,… stuff like that.)
warnings for this chapter: workplace harassment, mention of blood/wounds/needles/vomit (non-descriptive), mention of illegal drug usage, crude language, manipulation, [if i forgot a trigger/warning, please let me know!]
ratings: overall m (please read the warnings!); but not this chapter.
summary: min yoongi has everything: fame, respect, money, and his manager. and the idol will do anything to keep these things.
pairing:idol!min yoongi x fem.manager!reader
warnings in general: yandere tendency, submissive/passive reader, mean min yoongi, “dark”/unrealistic version of bighit/hybe, alternative timeline (bighit/hybe has a board, bv season 4 is set after the grammy nom,… stuff like that.)
warnings for this chapter: workplace harassment, mention of blood/wounds/needles/vomit (non-descriptive), mention of illegal drug usage, crude language, manipulation, [if i forgot a trigger/warning, please let me know!]
ratings: overall m (please read the warnings!); but not this chapter.
info:read it, don’t live it. yandere stories should be fictional for a reason.
“did you know about this?” you whisper to jinho as your team moves into the venue. min yoongi is walking behind you with two security men flanking him. minhae’s stilettos are heard as well, but you try blend her out.
“about what?” jinho asks while looking around for a staff member to seat your idol.
“that min yoongi reached out to tvn first?” you try again. your colleague looks at you surprised.
“no, i didn’t. but… what does it matter? min yoongi does what he does; there is no point in us questioning that.”
before you can respond, a woman with a headset waves you over, only to show you the clipboard with the seating chart. you nod, scan the names, eyes widening as you see that your idols are sitting next to kim woo bin. sunhee will surely die.
jinho is still talking to another worker there while you turn around to the idol couple; both of them are looking at their smartphones, clearly bored and tired of all the hectic from the red carpet.
you move closer and make eye contact with one of the bodyguards. “they are first row, seats a14 and a15. one of us will get them after the seventh intermission for the backstage room. you ought to be standing at exit one and stage case thirteen,” you tell him and he nods back swiftly.
with a thankful smile you close the distance to your idol rapper who puts his phone away the second you approach him. minhae doesn’t seem to notice – or care.
“you’ll be escorted to your seats by security. we’ll get you to go backstage with enough time for hair and makeup to touch you guys up.” then you bow professionally, which makes yoongi’s lips curl into the first honest smile of the evening. “have fun!” you hear jinho add.
“you’ll be backstage?” yoongi asks, ignoring your coworker. you nod without looking at him as your eyes are set on his expensive shoes.
“get me as soon as it’s appropriate. i hate award shows,” he orders harshly, before motioning the security guard to get going. when minhae tries to curl her fingers around his arm for support, the male idol steps further away from her.
“don’t be ridiculous. if you can’t walk in these shoes, don’t wear them.”
lovely. you nod at the other bodyguard and without a word, he offers his arm to escort her inside, trailing behind min yoongi’s figure.
“come on,_____ there should be a minibar backstage,” jinho says and doesn’t comment on yoongi’s rude behavior.
you sigh in resignation and follow your manager through a corridor filled with fast moving people, carrying clipboards, make up bags and pressed shirts. you get one of the few bigger vip rooms – but yoongi has to share his with some upcoming movie star. with puffed cheeks you fall onto the couch, dreading his reaction to a shared room. because of yoongi, bangtan switched to separate rooms last year.
“do you want grape or strawberry?” jinho swings two iced sojus at you and you wordlessly point to the illustrated grapes. you’ve long kissed your no-drink policy goodbye during award season – the hours are long and time does move faster with a few shots of soju. your coworker opens the bottle instantly and takes out two glasses. you try to take the drink from him to pay him respect by pouring the alcohol yourself. but jinho just shakes his head.
“oh! it begins!” the hair stylist – who you haven’t even heard joining you – claps her hands as her eyes are fixated on the screen. and there he is – smirking at the camera as the presenter on stage introduces the guests in first row. minhae smiles shyly next to him, making you roll your eyes at her acting all innocent.
“the fenty eyeliner under his waterline is really… art,” the stylist comments dreamy and you hate that you agree – yoongi’s eyes are underlined with a beautiful shimmery glow, enhancing his feline features.
“but her cut crease is just as beautiful,” she continues as you finish the drink in your hand without a word. yes, minhae looks good and yes she looks good next to yoongi and yes the both of them compliment each other visually. so what?
“____?” an assistant rushes through the door, not caring to knock. he looks flustered and you faintly recognize his face from the cafeteria at hybe. he’s bangtan’s manager as well – and judging by his flushed cheeks, he’s in trouble.
“taehyung-ssi won’t come out of his bathroom,” he whispers frantically throwing his hands up in the air. oh, right, kim taehyung is here as well. you nearly forgot that yoongi’s bandmate is presenting too. your groups arrived separately because the singer was scheduled to present earlier in the program.
you sigh, already missing your next soju shot. you get up from the couch and follow the rushing staff member.
“you have to be back before yoongi gets here, ____!” jinho shouts from behind you, sounding slightly uncomfortable at the prospect of greeting the rapper without you here.
“come on, ____! we’ve got to hurry!” the assistant isn’t overly nice to you. he doesn’t have to be, but it still sucks to be asked to help without so much as a word of gratitude. you fasten your steps nonetheless as he nearly runs towards another waiting room. the inside is smaller than yoongi’s but it seems like taehyung has it to himself. there is only a familiar stylist there, greeting you without looking up from her cellphone. you don’t care as your eyes train on the closed bathroom door.
“can you please step out for a minute?” you ask them both. the assistant looks like you just told him to abandon his treasured wife while the stylist shrugs and leaves, still glued to her device.
“but- but he has to be out in … in eight minutes!” the staff member says. you nod and point to the door.
“he’ll be there. just, give me these eight minutes,” you answer calmly. the man in front of you takes a deep breath before leaving too. the door closes swiftly and you’re alone. a first this evening.
“taehyung-ssi?” your voice is soft as you knock on the bathroom door.
“______?” he responds only a moment later.
“yeah, it’s me. can you come out?” your question is met with silence, then a “no”. you sigh again, whishing you’d be dancing at bean’s engagement party instead of starring at a closed bathroom door.
seven minutes
“well, can you maybe open the door? you don’t have to get out – just, just let me in,” you reason with him. maybe he’ll take the bait. sometimes, idols are like little children.
“promise me?” he asks to which you only hum in responds. you don’t like lying. soon you hear the soft click of the now unlocked door. without another warning, you enter.
six minutes
there is a lot of vomit covering the toilet, a few drops of blood on his white shirt and an all too familiar syringe. damn it, taehyung.
“oh honey,” you mutter and crouch in front of the teary idol. with a whispering touch, you let your hand glide through his colored hair. taehyung’s eyes are wild, not even the harsh bathroom lights widen his pupils.
“i’m so sorry, ____. please, don’t tell yoongi,” he begs and leans into your touch.
“of course not, honey,” you agree. it’ll be a disaster, the rapper would explode with rage if he knew that taehyung took another unnecessary dose of morphine in the bathroom seconds away from a televised stage.
five minutes
“here” you hand him a baby wipe from the sink. “clean up the blood from your skin.” the idol nods, focused on your words. you rush out of the room to the make up bag. your fingers shake as you rummage through the utensils. they have to be here. they have to be. and there they are, you think in silent victory: colored contact lenses.
you run to the clothing bag and pray that the stylist had the mind to pack a safety shirt. again, you sigh in relief when you see the black button down. it’s not like the white one and it’ll make his dark blazer blend in too much, but you do not care. with haste steps you join the singer again. he has moved, now sitting on the closed toilet.
“put these in,” you command and push the contact lenses into his hands. but they shake and taehyung looks close to tears again. damn him.
“okay, okay, okay – that’s okay. i’ll do it. just – just brush your teeth for me, okay?” you say and switch the lenses with his toothbrush.
four minutes
your face is only inches away from his as you press the blue contacts against his eyeballs. you’ve never worn them yourself, but yoongi had a phase two comebacks ago where he only wanted to perform with green eyes. and the only one allowed to put them in was you. so, your fingers are used to the movement, but still, being this close to taehyung is new territory.
there was a time where no one of bangtan was allowed to talk to you. now, things are different because yoongi gained confidence in your submission. still, if yoongi saw this scene, there would be nothing you could do to hold him back.
three minutes
“let me help you,” you say as if you’re talking to a small boy instead of a grown man misusing illegal painkillers. your hands move with caution as you unbutton his shirt – the blood irrevocably tarnishing his outfit. as soon as the clothing is removed, you seal the puncture site with a band aid. after that you help taehyung putting on his new button down. he hisses in pain when you slip it over his wound, but he doesn’t talk. it’s eerie quiet in the bathroom.
two minutes
“i’m not the best at this,” you apologize as you add some high brand foundation under his eyes. “but it’ll have to do.” his make-up won’t measure up to the work of a professional (right outside the room), but it’s kim taehyung – he doesn’t need much.
one minutes
getting him out of the bathroom is a miracle for itself. but you celebrate internally while handling him an opened bottle of water. “drink all of it,” you order. the idol does as told, and you have the time to comb through his hair. the blazer next to him is the last piece and you try not to wince when you slip it over his injured arm.
“_____?” you can hear the mini breakdown in the manager’s voice as he calls out from outside the door.
the look taehyung gives you is not overly confident, his eyes look void of emotions but his body moves a second to fast as he gets up. the idol is high. he shouldn’t present an award in front of half of korea.
“do i have to?” he asks in a whisper and you nod. “it’s your job.”
you escort taehyung out of the room and down the long corridor to the stage. his stylist grimace at your poor coverup but doesn’t say anything. she knows you’re out of time. at the stairs next to the stage, his costar is waiting for him. park seojoon smiles brightly at your singer, a relieved breath leaving you. he’ll do him good. still, your fingers itch to touch taehyung – just to be sure he’s okay. you don’t. instead, you turn around to walk back to his room. you have to get rid of used needles and incriminating shirts. as you rush back you feel burning eyes on you. you don’t have to turn around to see min yoongi staring at you from across the room.
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your heels are killing you. at first, you didn’t notice them. but now, standing near exit one, you feel the blisters starting. you don’t want to be here. you want to dance, have fun, congratulate bean. but you’re in a room filled with celebrities instead, clapping politely for the young actress on stage.
as soon as she starts her acceptance speech, you tiptoe to the first row – your feet won’t forgive you for that. it’s unnerving how beautiful yoongi’s back looks, how delicious the suit hugs his wide shoulders. because you won’t drool on him, you hesitantly crouch down next to his seat. damn him for having a gorgeous side profile as well. with a soft touch, yoongi turns toward you. his eyes gleam and you feel your heartbeat fasten at his look.
“you have to get backstage now, yoongi-ssi,” you say as quietly as possible. the idol understands you but doesn’t move – he just… continues to stare at you. your mask hides most of your face, still, you feel naked under his gaze. blood rushes to your cheeks as he wordlessly looks at you.
“it’s time,” you try again but his eyes are the only ones answering. his collab partner sighs, clearly annoyed by this situation. she isn’t the only one.
“we heard you the first time,” minhae hisses quietly. it irks you that she talks down on you, but your eyes stay on yoongi who continues to watch you. after another moment you get saved by the rising cheers around you. even yoongi flinches at the interruption. and then he gracefully gets up, only to offer you his hand. it’s not even debated before you put your hand in his. his palm is cold against your skin, reminding you of the cool temperatures inside the auditorium. yoongi’s grip is firm when he pulls you up, only to steady you with his other hand.
“let’s go,” he orders next to your ear as he lets go of your hand. you nod your head, too afraid to speak. sometimes yoongi leaves you speechless in the best kind of ways – sometimes not. you walk on shaky legs towards the exit, aware that you’ve drawn some attention onto your little group. with quickened steps you reach the doors and push past them to get yoongi backstage.
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“- so, we are deeply honored to –“ minhae’s voice fills the speakers backstage as you try to focus on yoongi’s cold expression.
“she should never try acting,” jinho comments while packing up the two empty soju bottles. one does not leave evidence. you have to agree with him; minhae does not look natural addressing their collab in front of the audience.
“but she can sing,” you answer, trying to be somewhat objective. you stole some of the make-up stylist’s product the second yoongi went back to the mainstage. your lipliner and mascara is freshened up and you do look pretty in the semi formal dress. before you can twirl your hair more casual, your phone starts to vibrate.
“that’s my uber,” you inform your coworker, only to see him huff – clearly unhappy.
“i don’t understand why you can’t wait till we’re all leaving. i bet the company van will drop you off right at that restaurant.”
yeah, you know the van is already scheduled to arrive in half an hour, when the award ceremony is finished. but what you also know is that yoongi won’t let you go.
“i’m already three hours late – i don’t want to make it four. the stage is done, yoongi looked pretty. all is well. i’m out of here,” you explain again. instead of getting you to reconsider, jinho just waves his hand in your direction. you brush over the smooth dress and walk confidently to the exit.
you don’t want to be here anymore, so you leave.
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it’s long overdue. i hope you enjoyed the chapter! i’d love to hear from you guys! (and don’t be mad about taehyung – everything is part of the plot.) take care of yourselves and be nice to others!
The next day came with a usual busy schedule but an unusually quiet Namjoon. (Y/N) could not help but steal subtle glances at him from time to time, he was engrossed in work, but she could tell that he was not quite himself. Namjoon was an almost indecipherable man, but she was learning to read him. The real him. The deepest, darkest of him- she had no choice but to learn to read him.
Perhaps it was her intuition, or perhaps her understanding of Namjoon, but she knew that there was something different about the tenderness he had shown her the previous night. Namjoon was tender with her, but there used to be something unpredictable and daunting about his tenderness ever since she came to know his true nature. But the previous night, she felt more like an anchor to him than the object of his affections.
He was mechanical in his tasks, not his creative self today. (Y/N) realised as she skimmed through the documents. But she dared not say anything, instead, edited them on her own.
.
.
“How is the blueprint coming up?” she could not help but ask as they packed away their files into the cabinets. It was time to go home.
“Fine, done with the SOW?”
“Yes.” she paused before continuing “I was considering if I am to attend the Board Meeting for this project as well?”
To her surprise, Namjoon nodded immediately- on a closer inspection, the far off look in his eyes never disappeared, if anything, it was more apparent than before.
Not able to contain her concerns, she placed a hand on his shoulder “You are not yourself today.”
Finally, Namjoon looked at her “I’m tired, Jagi.” and indeed he seemed so. He appeared more than tired.
(Y/N) nodded silently “Let’s go.”
Namjoon walked away in silence.
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“Did the company send a response to my mail?” (Y/N) asked Hana, her assistant while her fingers worked on typing.
Namjoon was, thankfully, not present in the office. He was at Mr Min’s cabin and had been there for hours. (Y/N) did not want her assistant to have any funny theories after all.
“Yes, Ma’am, a response via email was sent, I have printed it out, you can look through it and sign and stamp it.”
She hummed before dismissing the girl. The day was just as busy as any other, and on the surface, there was not much of a change in Namjoon, but (Y/N) just knew that beyond the surface there is a storm brewing.
She had been in constant touch with Jimin through the burner phone he had provided her, all that she needed was to make sure that the phone or any sign of suspicion stayed far away from Namjoon’s eyes. She did not even wish to imagine what step would he take if he ever got even a hunch about what was brewing within.
But more than Namjoon, she needed to be cautious regarding Min Yoongi- the man had eyes and ears everywhere. And if he even had a suspicion, she was as good as caught. And (Y/N) knew that it was Jimin and Doctor Choi who would have to pay the price. And she could never do that to Jimin, nor to Sejun. They risked it all for her, they looked out for her. The least she could do was not shield them from Min Yoongi and Kim Namjoon’s radar.
The landline on her desk rang into life, snatching her attention back to the present. It was her assistant on the other side, (Y/N) had immediately assumed the gisl had missed something while she had been there. Juggling a college life with work was not easy- she had been there herself, and she empathised with the girl.
“Ma’am, Miss Choi is here. She has just left for the elevator.”
“Choi Ara?”
“Yes Ma’am, Sir’s wife.”
The last part gave her the much-anticipated sting but (Y/N) was learning to look past it. Not that it would matter in near future anyway. She would be far away from the place, from the people here, from Namjoon. She gulped as her hands turned slightly heated.
“Didn’t you inform her that Mr Kim is at Mr Min’s cabin?”
“I did, Ma’am, but Miss Choi insisted that she ould wait in his office. I had no choice, Ma’am, sorry.”
“No, not fault, okay, just order some coffee and dessert from the nearby cafe.”
“Right away Ma’am.”
(Y/N) nodded to herself and put the phone back. It merely took a couple of minutes for Choi Ara to reach the office.
“Hello there, (Y/N).” Choi Ara was just as immaculate as she had seen her last time. And the last time had been on her wedding day, months ago.
(Y/N) smiled at her, rising from her chair and welcoming the woman, she was a Kim now, after all. Besides, Ara had not given her any reason so far to be cautious of her. Yet, that was, strangely, the very reason that (Y/N) had her guards up, always. She was, after all, Choi Wonshik’s daughter.
“Good afternoon, Ma'am, honoured to have you here.”
(Y/N) received a radiant smile from Ara in return as she took a seat in front of her. She picked up the phone in order to inform Namjoon. Why else would she be there?
“Let me inform Mr Kim—”
“No need of that (Y/N), I came here to see you.” Ara put her hand on the phone, ceasing (Y/N)’a actions
“Me?”
Ara nodded with a smile “Also, Ara would be fine.” her tone sounded genuine, and her smile did reach her eyes, enhancing her beauty.
“Did…Did something happen that I should know of?”
“Girl, all you should know of is who is your friend and who pretends to be.”
(Y/N) only smiled at her, so she continued.
“And I want us to be friends. Good friends.”
“Oh, okay…” (Y/N) stretched her smile slightly, though she was still confused as to why would Ara be interested in befriending her.
She still remembered her piece of advice though- not to become a pawn. Yet, at the moment, she was not sure if Ara was genuinely interested in her friendship or was playing a puppeteer herself.
“I understand your concern, (Y/N), and your lack of trust…And this is a good thing to have.” her smile waned slightly but her eyes remained on her. “It’s a hard world, and we need friends to look out for each other in times of crisis.”
“Cannot agree more, but it is not my world.”
“Of course it is, you are Kim Namjoon’s woman, you are an integral part of the world.” she paused and reached for (Y/N)’s hand “Whether you want it or not, (Y/N), you are a part of this world, an important part. And you must realise your importance and accept your role.”
(Y/N)’s gaze dropped, feeling a strange pit in her stomach.
“It…It must have been so hard for you.” Choi Ara sympathised. But (Y/N) found herself shaking her head and looking away.
What would she understand of her tight plight? Ara seemed to read right through her.
“Trust me, girl, being born a woman itself in this world sets our struggle for survival in stone. No one has it easy here- and definitely not the women. We are mostly viewed as pawns and trophies…So if one wants to survive and win, having friends is important.”
She felt Ara’s hand squeeze hers gently, her eyes warm and empathising.
“The first time I saw you, I immediately knew that you do not really belong here, and neither do you want to. But Namjoon was determined to have you, to keep you. He sees it safer for you to be legally bound to him.”
“You–how do you know about it?” she was baffled
Ara passed her an easy smile and tilted her head slightly “It is important to keep an eye on your foes, but absolutely necessary to know what your friends are up to.” she leaned slightly closer “And Namjoon is a very important friend.”
She leaned away slightly, relaxed but sighing softly
“He left the mansion in a haste that night, and had not been in contact since.”
So it was something to do with the Kim Estate.
“He appeared a bit tense.” (Y/N) added hesitantly.
“I do not worry about him, I know you will take care of him, I worry about the cause. He seemed perturbed.”
“I have been surprised too, the all-powerful Kim Namjoon appeared tense.” she could not help but muse out aloud.
“He is not all-powerful (Y/N), not yet at least- just more powerful than he had been before his father’s demise.”
(Y/N) stilled, Mr Kim’s demise had been a complicated matter so far. Namjoon never liked to be approached with the matter, and as far as (Y/N) knew, he was not very fond of his father, or other relatives.
“He is not very fond of his uncle either.”
“He keeps me away from his family affairs.” (Y/N) looked away, slipping her hand from Ara’s hold and choosing to fiddle with the ring she wore all the time. The precious gems gleamed under the daylight flooding the gigantic office.
“Really? That is not done, you are supposed to know. You, out of all people.”
(Y/N) simply passed her a smile, Ara was a pleasant lady, but (Y/N) had a lot of the ability to trust easily.
“Coming to his family, I suppose his soured mood could be associated with his soured family ties- I meant, they were already sour…Mine isn’t that great either.”
This made (Y/N) look up, meeting Ara’s gaze once more.
“I want us to be friends, good friends,” she emphasised, leaning closer again, while (Y/N) nodded in a daze.
She did not know what else to do. Ara passed her another pleasing smile
“Are you actively involved in the Board Meetings?”
“Uh, I am just Namjoon’s secretary,”
“In their eyes, yes, but you are much more than that, you know this right?”
“I believe Mr Min is already doing a great job in influencing the board.”Choi Ara had always been friendly with her, but she still could not let anyone know about her newfound interest in the Board.
“Oh, yes, Min Yoongi- he has eyes everywhere.” Ara rolled her eyes and leaned away. “He likes to keep tabs on people he deems important enough.”
(Y/N) pursed her lips at the memory of how it took only minutes for Yoongi to find out about her meeting with Jimin, his warning still rang in her head. It was him she needed to be careful of for the time being.
“You know Mr Min?”
“Of course, I know him.” she scoffed “He is Namjoon’s closest associate after all.” she added after a moment.
(Y/N) hummed.
The door of the office opened and Hana walked in. While (Y/N) had been expecting the girl, what caught her off guard were the two figures trailing behind her- Namjoon and Yoongi.
“I just came to know that my secretary is entertaining Miss Choi without informing me.” Namjoon’s smile was cold and sharp, mirroring his tone.
“I came here, Namjoon, quit blaming this poor girl.”
“And why is that?” Yoongi questioned this time.
Choi Ara only smiled as she rose from her seat, turning to (Y/N), she shook hands with her “See you around, (Y/N).”
With that, she walked out of the office, leaving the tension hanging in the air.
“What was she doing here?” It was Yoongi who cut through the thick silence.
“She was checking up on Namjoon, she is worried that he appears tense these days.”
“Oh really, and she walked away without a single question when I walked in?”
Of course, neither of them would buy it.
“Hyung, kindly close the door before leaving?”
“See you tomorrow now, Namjoon.” with that, he walked out of the door, leaving her alone with Namjoon.”
“Why was she here.”
“She said she wanted to be friendly.” (Y/N) blurted out dumbly, earning a snigger from Namjoon.
“And you believed her? She is Choi Wonshik’s daughter. You ought not to trust anyone but me here.”
“Oh really? Even after everything?”
“Even after everything.” he pressed
(Y/N) shook her head with a resentful, she was not surprised, just disappointed.
“What was she talking about?”
“She said she wanted to be a good friend of mine…And that you have been on edge lately.”
“Really?” Namjoon put his hands on his hips.
“You have been tense, lately.” his eyes stilled and locked with her gaze as he heaved a sigh.
“And you care about me?”
Her mouth opened and closed but nothing came out, yet there was so much to say and so little to believe.
“I’m tired of fighting.”
(Y/N) stood stunned, not by his words, but his eyes, the kind of softness and vulnerability she had witnessed in his eyes the other night- when he returned from his ancestral home.
“What are you tired of?”
“I’m tired of trying to prove how much I love you, I’m tired of clashing with you…I want us back, just the way we were? I want you to trust me!” he stepped closer and cupped her cheek.
“You know I cannot do that, thinking about the past only hurts me,” she whispered back.
She could never be the girl she used to be, not after what had happened.
“It hurts me too.” his voice was low, heavy and suppressed.
She said nothing, only let him kiss her after that. She knew he needed it.
Summary: After leaving your home in need of a fresh start, you open a bookstore with the hopes that the words you read could bring you solace. You never realized that the books you loved would bring you home instead.
Pairing: BTS x Reader
Genre: Mafia/Dragon AU
Status:Ongoing
Warnings: depictions of violence, smut, death, sexual assault, insecurities, anxiety, polyamory, trauma, mentions of blood, yandere depiction.
Some warnings may be added to the beginning of individual chapters.
*Please remember that this is a mafia fan fiction. There will be violence, blood, and other dark themes. If you cannot handle the dark themes, please do not read.
(I know the boys haven’t performed in China… I just wanted a Disneyland date next chapter and I know more about the Chinese one)
There is a whirlwind of movement as soon as the plane lands in Shanghai airport. The flight had been delayed due to problems on the runway. You had been in the air for two hours longer than planned, meaning everyone was now two hours behind on concert prep. You are rushed through immigration. A confusing blur of Mandarin and Korean being yelled around you as people try to figure out the best way to get you all through in time. In the confusion you lose Namjoon. You jump to the next nearest familiarity. Jungkook looks very surprised as you grab onto his arm, immediately searching around for your missing man.
When he comes up empty, he links his arm through yours and signals for you to use your hood to cover your face as best as possible.
“Okay… uh how..? hold on to me.” You do as you are told, better securing your facemask with your free hand. He pulls you through the throng of people. Trying to avoid sasaeng fans and paparazzi as you made your way to the front of the building. You almost make it through without incident. Jungkook tried coaching you to make it seem like maybe you were a stylist. You might’ve gotten away with it, if it weren’t for the girl who managed to run through the security team. She wasn’t passed the barrier for long, but it was enough time to rip the hood from your head exposing you as a foreigner to all the prying eyes around.
Mutters start to rumble through the onlookers. Rumours already spreading amongst them as they try to work out the identity of the mystery girl clinging to the youngest member like her life depended on it. You pull the hood back up, knowing its useless but not wanting them to take any more photos. You keep your eyes on the floor and keep moving forward. You’ve loosened your grip on JK knowing it’s futile but still wanting to come away without too much speculation. He doesn’t let go of you though. His grip tightens as he keeps moving, unwilling to lose you.
As soon as you are out of the main doors Namjoon is at your side. He puts an arm around your waist, peeling you away from your previous protector and ushers you straight into a waiting car. You don’t see the look he gives Jungkook. A look that suggests he is lucky to still be alive. You don’t get a chance to thank your protector as Joon slams the door in his face.
“Are you okay? Did she hurt you? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to leave you, they dragged me away. I’ll never let that happen again.” He cradles you into his chest, not giving you a moment to reassure him. “I’m going to get you your own security team. Maybe it would be best if for Shanghai you didn’t start working. No one else is ever going to lay a hand on you.” He keeps rambling on petting your hair as if you are the one that needs calming down. You let him. It’s clear he fills guilty for disappearing but there is nothing you can do to assuage that guilt when he won’t even take a breath.
You barely get to see any of the city rushing past the window on the way to the hotel. Its not a long journey, 30 minutes at most from Pudong airport. You are let out of the cars in an underground parking lot, far away from anyone that might’ve been waiting for the band’s arrival. There isn’t a lot of time between now and when everyone had to be at soundcheck. Luckily the tour manager had collected all the boy’s passports in order to check them in and the hotel staff had allowed them to head straight to their rooms to set up. You follow Namjoon into the ornate elevator and he presses the button for the right floor. All this time your hand has been firmly clasped in his. You glance down at where you are joined to see his knuckles turning white.
“Joon, it’s okay, I’m okay. You need to calm down.” He refuses, holding firm. “Namjoon look at me.” He reluctantly meets your gaze. “If you are going to be this worried about me, maybe I shouldn’t have come, after this concert… I should just go home.”
“NO!” the sudden volume scares you a little, he sees you flinch and immediately his usual cheery demeaner is back. “Come one it’s been one day, it’ll be okay. I was just scared because I didn’t want to leave you and I didn’t want you to be afraid. You’ll be alright, I’m just being protective. Please stay, you have to stay.” The elevator dings before you get a chance to address the sudden shift in personality. It’s a short walk down the hallway to your room. Another gorgeous five-star accommodation. The bed was huge, the view spectacular, and there was even a balcony complete with a small garden. There was only one problem.
“Joon, there isn’t a door on the bathroom…” he places his backpack on the bed and looks in your direction.
“Oh yeah… I completely forgot about that. It’s a common feature in Chinese hotels unfortunately. It’s alright though, I’m going to be so busy for the next 48 hours you won’t have to worry about privacy.” He comes back to kiss you on the forehead and slide your own carryon off your shoulder onto his. “Let’s relax for a little while. I have some time before we need to go.” He sets your stuff down and slides on to the bed, patting the empty space next to him. For the next hour you sit in near silence, catching up on social media with a movie playing in the background. Just being able to sit with him is so oddly comforting. For someone you idolised for so long, it feels like it should have been harder to slip into routine, but he made it so easy. It was almost like he thought of you in the same light, something unobtainable.
The band’s deadline came around all too quick. Namjoon packed all of his concert necessities into a bag and kissed you goodbye. It had been decided it was best for you to distance from the band for tonight. Start fresh the next day. This left you with over 9 hours to yourself. First you skimmed through films on the TV, but it was hard to tell which were in English. Next you read through a book on your kindle, it kept you busy for a little while, but it was getting harder and harder to focus. You kept thinking about the stern voice Namjoon had used when you suggested leaving. So deep. So authoritative. Just the memory was proving a very powerful aphrodisiac.
Running a bath and taking care of yourself seemed like the best option, especially if Namjoon wasn’t going to be back for a long time. It’s not like you could ask him to help you anyway, not yet. You fill the large tub with scalding water and find some bath salts amongst the toiletries. You swirl them in before carefully dipping your feet into the water. The bath could easily be big enough for two. The heat and space help you to unwind from the long flight, helping to soothe all of the post flight ick.
Its not long before your finger trail in between your legs working on the other tension you had been feeling. Luckily for Namjoon, this is when he decided to check the room’s cameras.
