Summary: You don’t particularly care for anything, only indulging in pleasures of the flesh, until one day you meet them.
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Chapter Warnings:
Moderate PornWithPlot, Yandere BTS, Incest,Reader is a bit of a slutbe warned, mild gore, minor character death
Disclaimer: Everything except for the plot and banner design. In no way do the personalities portrayed depict the characters irl.
A/N: This is a repost as the initial one disappeared for some reason. :/
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PROLOGUE
You hate it here.
It’s just all plastic smiles and plastic lies.
All to keep on rose-colored glasses of pristine aristocracy.
The perfect poster family.
And yet…
You inwardly frown as your step brother carelessly throws a thin, slim envelope, with the very same hands that had caressed your sides the night before, the thing hitting your cheek before dropping to the cold, marbled floor of your cold, marbled house.
His fiancé, and your soon to be sister-in-law smirks as she goes to your brother’s side, cleavage pushed up to her chin, the only compensation for how much of a personality she lacks but you don’t dare point that out. Her red painted nails tap her lips as she folds her arms, regarding you with unbidden hostility.
If she only knew how your step brother had cum twice under a minute just by your tongue alone, or how he had uttered your name as your walls milked him dry like a madman in heat, tongue laving all over your sweaty skin, your neck, your breasts, your nipples with so much ardour that one would think he didn’t give a fuck’s worth about the woman he was engaged to.
“Fuck, good girl,” he had grunted, desire consuming his morality, “I wish to get you pregnant, sister. Just let me live this fantasy for the moment.”
And you had acquiesced, opening up your legs to accommodate his fit with a lewd, inviting, moan, clinging to him tighter as your back arched with the pleasure he was giving you, until his warm spunk had filled your gaping, weeping hole.
You weren’t ashamed to admit to anyone that you were going to bed with a man society considered as taboo—he gave you everything you asked for, after all.
Including the fifty million you had deposited in a secret bank account the night after.
You slowly pick the fallen envelope with morbid curiosity—after all, your step brother, the next Lord of your father’s marquisate would not dare cause a scandal that would end him.
You merely raise a polite brow at your step brother as he gestures for you to open it. “Go on, little dove. It’s a present.”
You hide your smirk when his fiancé bristles, pushing her tits to his side which he merely ignores as his eyes were locked on your reaction.
With steady hands, you bring out two silver tickets, the same size as the ones you had gotten from a carnival with your mother a long, long time ago when things were much simpler and you weren’t feeling detached from the world.
Your pretty orbs widen, lashes fluttering under the mid-afternoon sun as dust motes danced along to the invisible notes that this salvation has brought forth, music in your burnt out soul. Your gaze springs up to your brother’s, and a smile graces your pretty pink lips, eyes swimming with a lust-filled promise reflected in his own stare, neck bobbing, and mouth suddenly dry as you mutter a quiet thank you before seeing yourself out, a spring in your step and round pert ass on display in the shortest of dresses –one of the only in an expensive collection he had bought for you one summer ago.
The doors close to his fiance’s nasally tone, “Well, what the hell did you give that brat?”
Out in the hallway, you hum a happy tune, the concert tickets burning in your hands and a long forgotten spark in your soul.
You must remember to reward your brother later.
—
Moonlight shone through the windows, bathing the cold room in flowing, ethereal light.
A stark contrast to the bodies molded as one against the cold, cold, glass, tongues and limbs entangled.
“Y/N,” your step brother grunts as he climaxes for the third time inside your sopping cunt. He pants as his head collapses against the junction of your neck and shoulder, catching his breath.
Somehow, this tryst was more passionate than the last. There was something wrong.
“Is it true that you’re moving permanently to Seoul?” Your hands pause from stroking his beautiful platinum blonde locks, icy blue irises piercing your soul.
Ah, so this was it.
You nod unapologetically. “I am, brother. My job requires my residency there.” Of course that wasn’t the entire truth but you wouldn’t tell him. “I apologize for missing your wedding though.” You add even though you’re not. Not really. You may have loved your brother but you weren’t in love with him like he was perhaps with you.
“When?” You feel his cock twitch inside you.
“…Tomorrow.”
“What—” He sighs, then looks up, a wicked grin playing on his luscious lips—a trait that made most women swoon, but not you. “In that case, I’ll have to make most out of this then, won’t I?” He leans in to whisper, cock hardening once more and you scoff, only to throw your head back as he slams into you with a renewed fervor you haven’t seen.
“Ah! B-brother, please, harder!”
He rasps, “That’s right. Scream your throat out, know that no man on this earth can make you feel the way I fuck you senseless. “
Your back meets his chest as he withdraws out of you and turns you to face the window panes, breasts pressed against the hard surface of the glass. It was a good thing the windows were overlooking the lake so no one could bear witness to the debauchery that only the devil could muster.
His cock penetrates your folds, and your hands fly out to steady yourself, one of your brother’s arms snaking out to coax your lips to his, tongues fighting for dominance, thighs trembling. Your fingers frantically find your little bundle of nerves, desperate for some release and your step brother lets you.
“Cum, little dove.”
You shout his name just as his cock finds your cervix, maximizing both of your needy whines and moans, and you feel him fill you to the brim until his cum leaks down your legs, onto the white rug.
“Fuck! Fuck, oh baby,” he groans in ecstasy, creaming you like there was no tomorrow.
He chuckles as you shake and tremble in his sultry hold, “We’re not done yet, Y/N.”
Your clit hardens. You were fucked.
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One thing that was a perk to being the only daughter to a rich, aristocrat father, was having a private jet at your own beck and call.
None of your family had bothered to see your departure –except for your step brother (“I am going to dearly miss my cocksleeve,” he had conspiratorially teased you and you had merely rolled your eyes, “You’re getting a wife out of this, you know,” and he shrugs, though he seemed a bit forlorn for some odd reason you could only chalk up to his loss of entertainment) pouting as you stepped onto the ramp and the plane finally flew out of the airport, and as you landed on foreign soil, you couldn’t help the mild shiver from escaping you.
Winters in Seoul were dreary after all.
You didn’t bring much. Only your credit cards, some clothes and the two tickets your brother had gifted you.
The sound of wheels rolling on the rough pavement has you turning to the man in uniform – young, roughly about your age, and with the most intense green irises you have ever seen. His gloved hands pull on your light luggage with the care of someone who had been born into buttling. He was a handsome young man in his own right.
“M’lady, where to?”
His tan skin tone is prominent surrounded by white and you blink, surprised at even thinking anything pretty. Sure, you could appreciate pleasure but never in your life had you felt enamored enough to consider anything remotely interesting—other than your brother and seven other people.
You’ve only ever been Y/N, the perpetually bored daughter of the Marquess.
Your eyes flicker to his chest, and down down down until they land on his crotch. Subconsciously, you lick your lips and your butler freezes, before deflecting your gaze with a gesture of his hands. “I’ll hail us a cab for now.”
You shrug following him, heels clacking on the wet pavement. It was snowing and you were only in a thin dress coat, completely forgetting the change of seasons. “We’ll buy a car once we’re settled.” You state, causing your butler to nod at you with a brief, shocked glance as if he were also forgetting that you came from old money and you intended to fully utilize that money.
Hmm, it seems your little butler can be trained some more.
“What’s your name?” You ask, and he freezes. It was improper in your family to learn the names of servants after all, and for you to willingly ask for it was considered ill-mannered if not downright plebian.
Such wonderful family traditions.
You inwardly scoff at the stupidity of the rules you grew up with but then again, if it weren’t for them, you would be hard pressed to do whatever you pleased.
Like moving halfway across continents to attend a concert and look for the shattered parts of your soul because what else could be the reason for your listlessness, your lack of pleasure for most things other than sex, if your soul was complete.
“N-nox, m’lady.” He stutters out, nervous, as if someone would reprimand his fuck up.
You place a gentle pat on his shoulder and he shrinks from your touch, only to relax when you say, “Alright, Nox. Despite being my butler, you are to treat me differently from now on. You are my employee, not my servant and you may respectfully call me out for my mistakes as I am allowed to do so for yours, am I understood?”
You look to the darkening sky, arms folded. “And I shall take care of you as you care for me. It’s a give and take principle, got it?” You search his eyes and are surprised to find them glowing under the dim light.
As if he wanted nothing more than to devour you.
He smiles, genuine, and strangely affectionate. “Yes, m’lady.”
You nod, satisfied.
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It is three days before the concert and a month since you uprooted your old, uninteresting life.
Your step brother occasionally calls you but then you hear his wife mewling in the background and you surmise he must be happy to even let that slag of a woman touch him.
Nox has also proven himself to be a loyal butler.
And an even better lover.
Or at least that was the term you would stick to because you weren’t necessarily in a relationship of sorts. Maybe a fuckbuddy? Whatever it is, the man was stupendously fantastic at eating you out.
“Fuck, m’lady,” he rasps underneath you, mouth glistening and you bite your lips, letting out a huff. You twist and pin him down onto the club’s nasty, grimy toilet, uncaring if you were fucking inside an unsanitary place. All you could think about was getting dicked down, too lost in a hazy lust-filled euphoria. But you knew something was missing. You just didn’t know what. “Let me.”
With a swift stroke of his cock, you sink down onto his throbbing, weeping member, the both of you moaning in unison. “Fuck.”
Nox grips your hips and slams into you at a wild pace, teeth biting your hardened buds and you shiver in delight.
You both freeze as footsteps enter the dirty bathroom. Well, at least your stall was farther down so they couldn’t have heard. Nox however teases you with his dick and you glare down at him at the intrusion, clamping a hand on your lips to muffle a squeak because it was just that good. You roughly tug at his hair and he suckles on a breast in retaliation, eyes closing as pre-cum spurts out of his tip.
“Have you fucking seen those hot dudes?” Someone speaks and you surmise she was talking to one of her friends.
“I mean come on, who wouldn’t want to climb them like a tree? And there’s seven of them, but they won’t let anyone come near, it’s frustrating!”
“You’d think they were gay or something.”
Their laughter grates on your nerves and you are only glad when you are once again left alone, the doors closing to drown out the booming jazz from outside.
“Cumming, m’lady!” Nox bursts into your core and you shake, spurned on by his hot release. His tongue chases your own, you spend another good minute kissing until he pulls out, the condom he used thrown into the bin (for some reason, your butler always insists on using a condom with you), and he fixes the both of you, wiping you down with a few wet tissues he carries around.
You laugh as he grazes your most sensitive part. “Keep that up and you’ll get me naked again in no time.”
Your butler could only blush—always so shy and adorable after fucking.
You take his hand and weave through the crowd, unaware of seven jealous gazes following you on your way out.
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Ecstatic could not even begin to describe how you feel.
It was your first ever BTS concert after all.
Standing at the VIP section, a couple of curious fans were side-eyeing your choice of outfit and lack of an army bomb.
While they were wearing varying fancy attires, you were in a simple one-piece high neck dress and tennis shoes, hair tied up in a purple ribbon. At least your butler had insisted on setting you up with fancy make up and freshly painted nails.
Or maybe they were staring at your handsome butler. After all, he used to work as a runway model until he saw just exactly how much your family paid the staff.
“M’lady, twelve o’clock.” Your attention is diverted to the stage just in time as seven shadows emerge.
All earth bound creatures, piercing you with a gaze so deadly, so all-consuming that you could only gasp, core drenched, weak and wanting.
You would pant like a bitch if you could.
One of them stalks forward — a graceful black panther, bending down to whisper to one of the guards lining the edge of the podium and then points to you.
He lifts his feline gaze, trapping yours.
Your soul catches on fire.
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A week later…
You collapse against a broad chest as you are thrown into the precipice of a never ending composition, sore from screaming and from the intensity of the love overflowing your soul.
It was as if you hadn’t lived a life not worth living.
It was as if all of your lack of selfcare, your detachment to all earthly things hit you at once with so much force you were going to pass out.
What were you doing before them? You were dead. You were existing but inexistent. Nothing made you truly feel the happiness you were experiencing now.
Not even with the money you had in your hands.
Nothing and no one could have opened your senses to this kind of insanity.
Lips crash against your own, hands groping and caressing from all sides, as nimble fingers strum your clit, the final one of your soul bonds, your twin flame slotting himself between your trembling thighs, cum running down your cunt in waves.
Yoongi smiles at you. Tender adoration in his eyes. “Can you take one more, my little Acedia?”
All of them have somehow taken to calling you Acedia and you can’t help but think the name fit you perfectly—you who had been the epitome of it for so, so long.
You nod, hissing as his thick ridged cock enters you while the rest of his brothers watch with a satisfied sort of demeanor, satisfied for having each taken their turns to fill you with their seeds.
To give you their spawn.
To bathe your insides in their cream.
Water spills over the edge of the of the large tub as your boyfriend rams into you, and you think you’re imagining seeing two horns peek out of his head when he cums.
He licks his lips, devouring your mouth as his veiny hands play with your tits. Jimin who had been holding onto you tightly throughout moans into your ear, cum splattering your back just as you orgasm.
“You okay, baby?” Hoseok pants from above you, his own shaft in his hand, thick ropes of spunk meeting the cold, cold tiles.
You smile sweetly up at him while Yoongi noses your neck, taking the time to compose himself for another round.
Namjoon kneels by you, asking for a kiss and you give it to him delicately, bones feeling like jelly so Jimin keeps his fingers splayed gently on your chin.
You mewl when your leg lands on a shoulder and it isn’t Yoongi but Taehyung who replaces him, kissing your breasts possessively. “You are so beautiful, our love.” He massages an ankle and you release a sigh.
Jungkook takes his place next to Namjoon and pouts at you, sticking his tongue out only for you to smirk and tug at it but then he’s jumping in the tub and you shriek when he snatches you from his hyungs, landing you on your bare feet, only to be caught by Jin and the others, the elder smacking your ass before pecking your lips and tugging you into the bedroom for round two.
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“What the fuck are you—”
“Darling!”
Horrifying screams pierce the night as seven men stare boredly at the piece of shit laying on his own pool of blood, crotch mutilated into a disgusting mixture of semen and fats, his blonde naked wife cowering on the side.
“That’s what scum like you get for touching what is ours. “
“Yah, Namjoon did you really have to destroy his thing like that?” Yoongi lazily comments, eyeing the old man with a high sort of contempt, satisfaction gleaming, swirling around his dark pupils.
The leader shrugs, “I can’t help it. I amWrath afterall.”
“Yeah, and I’m Lust that’s why I wanted to fuck him so bad, hyung, “ Jimin rolls his eyes, huffing at the ruined state of his brand new Guccis.
Hoseok prods the little faux trinkets displayed on the vanity, careful not to step on any broken vases or blood. He frowns at the cheap jewelry and stands to his full height once more. “So how do we explain to our dear little wife where we’ve been because these blood stains aren’t washing themselves, you know?”
“We don’t. She doesn’t need to know anyway,” Jungkook murmurs, glancing at his phone. “Can we make it back by dinner time? She’s cooking steak and I am not missing that for anything because noona is the best cook!”
Seokjin huffs, “Of course she is. I taught her how to after all.”
Taehyung notices the woman slowly sneaking out and slams a foot to shut the door, alerting all others to her plight. “Oops. “ The blase vocalist drawls, his eyes flickering down to the diamond around her neck and he leans down, fingers lifting the silver chain. “Such a gorgeous necklace that you don’t deserve. You don’t mind if I take it, do you?”
Hoseok, the banished recluse, has always loved and worshiped merprincess YN, despite knowing he could never have her. For the longest time, he’s been content, treasuring their secret meetings. But when she begins to slip through his tentacles, Hoseok decides he will make her love him back, no matter what.
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“How much longer are we going to stay out here, Your Highness?”
The ocean is nearly black with night, but that doesn’t hinder YN’s sight in the slightest. After all, merpeople are built to be successful hunters even in the deepest and darkest trenches.
“Just a little longer, Junghoonie,” the merprincess says, not even turning her head to look at her bodyguard.
She already knows the merman is rolling his eyes at her, disgruntled at the late shift. Junghoon has been guarding the youngest princess of Atlantica since she was barely able to swim and is well used to her antics by now.
One would think that being part of the royal family would mean YN was always poised and proper like her older sisters, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Since she was born much later than the rest of the King’s daughters, YN was spoiled and allowed to get away with things the others weren’t. It’s well known that she’s the favorite princess despite not being anywhere near the top of the line of succession for the throne.
If YN wasn’t so totally uninterested in palace life, her older sisters would have seen her as a threat and put a target on her back. Already a few of the princesses have lost their lives to assassinations, hunting trips “gone wrong”, and a variety of other methods that prove the merfolk can be just as cruel as the humans who live above.
Humans.
Junghoon’s lip curls back in disgust. A couple hundred years ago, back when Junghoon was just a baby, the humans had discovered how to sail the ocean and haven’t given up the task since. Life was good when humans stayed on land with their odd-looking limbs and their lack of fins, but ever since they’ve tried to claim the ocean, things have taken a turn for the worse.
Hardly a day goes by without some random human junk being tossed in the ocean and disturbing the delicate balance of life Mother Nature has so carefully cultivated. Their overfishing has made it difficult for the mer to have a consistent food source and has forced several small pods to the brink of extinction.
It’s for this reason that Junghoon does not feel any pity whenever he or his brigade come across a sunken ship and finds the corpses of humans tossed about in the wreckage. If anything, he’s glad to find extra food to bring back to the kingdom.
Most of the other mer hold the same disdain for humans, but that cannot be said of all of them. There are human sympathizers as well as mer who wish to capture and study them to learn more about the world above the waves.
No one is a bigger supporter of this movement than the little princess swimming a few feet in front of him. Princess YN is absolutely obsessed with the humans, something that has raised red flags among several of the nobility. Her father, King Triton, is convinced that YN’s addiction is just a childish hobby she’ll outgrow, but Junghoon knows better.
YN has long since shed the last of her childhood scales and blossomed into the most beautiful mermaid in the entire Kingdom. Despite the near impossibility that she will ever take the throne, not a week goes by without several suitors writing to the king in an attempt to have her hand in marriage.
The King has shown no interest in marrying his favorite daughter off yet, so YN is still free to roam around and collect all the human baubles that sink to the bottom of the ocean and hoard them in her underground cave she never allows anyone entrances to. Not even Junghoon has been inside, always forced to stand guard at the entrance. He can’t poke so much as a tailfin in with the princess scolding him.
“We really should be getting back to the castle, your highness,” Junghoon says as YN picks us a shiny thing from a tangle of seaweed.
She’s not listening to him, holding the object up. It doesn’t sparkle due to the darkness, but YN’s eyes shine like she’s holding the biggest pearl ever discovered.
“Your Highness,” Junghoon repeats.
YN finally pulls her eyes away from the thing, looking over her shoulder at him. Junghoon is struck by just how big she’s gotten. He’s always felt like a caretaker to her, so his affection is deeply rooted in his role as bodyguard.
“Alright, alright,” she says, blowing bubbles to display her displeasure.
Her finned hand curls around the object.
“Can we at least stop by my treasure room so I can deposit this?” she asks, widening her eyes to plead with him.
YN knows that her bodyguard can hardly ever deny her, but unfortunately for her, today happens to be one of those days.
“We’re already past your curfew, Your Highness,” Junghoon says, voice stern.
YN pouts but doesn’t argue further.
The swim back to the castle is silent but not uncomfortable. Junghoon knows the princess isn’t actually mad at him. He’s never seen her get angry in her entire life, always carefree and easy-going.
Junghoon nods at the sentries who guard the palace gates, recognizing them from his various patrols. He escorts YN all the way to her room, bidding her goodnight.
All alone in her chambers, YN swims to the ceiling, running her fingers through the bioluminescent algae that provides her some light.
She wonders absently if the humans use glowing plants to illuminate their homes. YN has found numerous human objects, but can never quite figure out what they’re used for. Instead, she’s stuck watching them rust and rot away, her collection turning into nothing more than a tarnished junk heap.
But still, she can’t bear to throw anything away. The princess wants nothing more than to walk among the humans and experience their culture and way of life, but she knows it’s impossible. She’s stuck down here in the gilded cage the castle forms, trapping her from living the free life she wants to. Life at the palace is so stifling that even a few minutes in her bedroom has her itching to leave.
Looking down at the new object she discovered, YN watches as it reflects the algae’s glow, light shining on the sharp. It looks somewhat similar to the spears the guards always keep with them, but this one is much too small to hunt or defend oneself with. She has no clue what to do with it.
As she thinks, YN remembers the many paintings she has collected and stored away in her cave. Even though most of them are half-ruined, the mermaid is still able to make out some of what they portray, something which has helped her identify a few of the objects she’s found in the past.
The curiosity is eating away at her, so even though she knows she’ll be in trouble if her father finds out she’s snuck out (once again), the princess slips through the secret exit in a decorative piece of coral, eyes scanning for any guards watching the escape tunnels.
She finds none, so she races through the catacombs, familiar enough with the labyrinth to exit the castle within minutes.
Her cavern lies just at the edges of the kingdom, far enough away that she doesn’t have to worry about anyone disturbing her.
Nothing much of substance is out here except for a boat wreck she’s long since picked through and a shiver of sharks which always skirt away from her, knowing that she’s the superior predator.
She quickly swims over to the collection of portraits she has, scanning over them to see if she can locate the object in any of them. After several minutes, she’s disappointed not to find what she’s looking for.
“That’s called a knife, my princess” a voice comes.
YN would have been startled if she wasn’t so used to him being here. He’s always here.
“Is it?” she asks, looking over her shoulder.
The entrance of the cave is nearly completely blocked by a large form. The first thing her eyes go to is the smiling face of her childhood best friend before her eyes dart down, quickly scanning over the man’s taut abs and going lower. Seven tentacles fan out along the sandy floor, wriggling ever so slightly as if they have a mind of their own. Hoseok stands nearly three heads taller than her because of them, something that always takes her by surprise since once upon a time, she was the bigger of the two.
“It is,” Hoseok repeats, slithering deeper into the cave.
He grabs her freehand and presses a kiss against her knuckles and whispers something she can’t understand before light bursts forward from nowhere, illuminating the cave much better than algae ever could.
The two of them can see just fine without the additional light, but illumination was one of the first spells Hoseok ever learned as a child. It thrilled YN so much the first time she watched him perform it that he’s made an effort to cast the spell wherever possible. It still brings a smile to her face.
“The humans use it to cut their meals into smaller pieces,” he clarifies.
“How particular,” YN says, looking at the fork in her hand with new understanding, “Why not simply use their teeth? I know they have them.”
Her eyes drift over to one of the numerous human skulls she’s collected over the years. Most of them were given to her by the man in front of her.
Before Hoseok can answer, Princess YN begins to pop the knife in her mouth, curious to experience it. The metal has barely touched her tongue before Hoseok pulls it away from her, holding her face in his hands.
Any other merman would be executed on the spot for such boorish behavior, but Hoseok isn’t just anyone. He’s her very best friend in the entire world, the only one to treat her like an individual.
YN looks up at him as he slips a thumb between her lips, opening her mouth and running his finger ever so gently over her teeth so as not to cut himself.
“You see how flat the humans’ teeth are?” he asks her, removing her finger from her mouth. He‘s focused entirely on her lips, “They’re not strong enough to cut through the many different types of food they eat.”
YN runs her tongue over the edge of her own teeth as if she never truly realized how sharp they actually are. Hoseok sighs out, expelling bubbles.
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Princess YN is the most desired mermaid in the entire kingdom and Hoseok is no exception. He’s been in love with her ever since they were small. She was the only noble child not to treat him differently for having tentacles instead of a tail.
Discrimination and elitism run rampant through the kingdom, so even though there are many different types of merpeople, only those with tails hold any sort of political or social power. Merpeople who have tentacles, legs, or anything other than a tail are lorded over by those who believe themselves to be superior.
It was a miracle that Hoseok was allowed to be educated with the noble children considering how hard his own father had to work to obtain a prestigious position. Even as a child, Hoseok knew the mockery his father faced in an attempt to give him and other merpeople like them a chance for a better life, so he never mentioned the bullying and sometimes downright cruel treatment he endured, knowing that this father dealt with enough trouble already.
Due to this, Hoseok always tried to keep to himself as much as possible. He didn’t attempt to play with the other children and held his tongue when the teachers would give him lower marks than he deserved. It remained that way for a few years, all the way until princess YN was old enough to begin attending lessons as well.
For some reason, she seemed to hate the other children just as much as Hoseok did and would avoid them whenever possible, even her older sisters.
He was still wary of her and would never speak to her, knowing that the punishment he would receive from speaking to a princess would far exceed his current level of curiosity. But YN didn’t care at all, deciding to sit with him only three days after starting classes. At first, he would only speak when spoken to, but YN’s contagious personality soon had him chatting to her constantly.
Just like he suspected, the other children were none too thrilled. On one of the days when the princess wasn’t able to attend class, the other children ganged up on him and beat him so badly he could barely make it home.
His father had been slight, but Hoseok could see the pain lurking behind his eyes.
Hoseok had only missed two lessons before a visitor from the royal palace came. The household was scrambling to prepare for the mystery guest, but all Hoseok could think was he was most likely going to be expelled from the academy. He fully expected the haughty schoolmaster to waltz into his room with some bullshit excuse about his grades being too poor or him being rude to the other children, but instead, he was met with the young princess.
The entire household was shocked to see someone of such high social status come to visit. Even her guards looked like they were surprised to be in such a lowly household.
At the sight of Hoseok all bruised and bandaged, the youngest princess immediately burst into tears, running over to him and holding his hand with a tenderness he had never experienced. When he had asked why she was so upset, YN had looked at him like he was crazy and said nine words that changed his life forever: “Because you’re my best friend, and I love you.”
Since that moment all those years ago, every beat Hoseok’s three hearts have taken has been for her.
“You’re so smart, Hoseok. You should be the lead historian in the kingdom and you know it,” YN says, snapping Hoseok out of his reverie, “I’m sure I could convince my father to lift your banishment if -”
“Princess,” Hoseok says, interrupting her, “It’s okay. You and I both know high society doesn’t suit me.”
Ah, banishment. Years ago, when Hoseok had finished his schooling and was shadowing the lead historian in the castle’s library, there had been a bit of an … incident.
Hoseok had overheard one of the noblemen criticizing Princess YN, belittling her carefree attitude and the way she treated the “unfavorable” merpeople. The very last straw had been when he then had the audacity to suggest asking King Triton for her hand in marriage because of her beauty and perceived lack of intelligence.
“Oh, she’ll be the best wife,” one of the slimy mermen said, “She’ll elevate my level in court and we’d make some beautiful pups.”
He threw his head back and laughed, but the sound was cut short when Hoseok’s fist slammed into his jaw with every ounce of pent up rage and frustration that had been building up in the last several years. Hoseok could handle the snide remarks and nasty pranks aimed towards himself, but he would not tolerate disrespect towards Y/n, the most perfect being to have ever blessed this wretched ocean.
The shock of the incident left the other mermen speechless for several moments, allowing Hoseok to get in more blows against the offender’s face. The merman below him begged and pleaded like the pathetic worm he was, but it was pure static to Hoseok. It was only when he was pulled off the other man by the royal guard and tossed against the coral and roughly beaten that Hoseok was brought out of her rage-fueled reverie.
He had been promptly thrown in jail without a second thought and had sulked in the cold darkness for hours, ruminating in his actions. He did not regret defending Princess Y/N, not even for one moment, but he did think about the effect this would have on his father.
His father had worked so hard to make progress for himself and his people, and there’s a good chance that Hoseok had just ruined it in a matter of minutes. He sighed as a light came into view, revealing the Princess with a concerned look on her face.
“Hoseok!” she shouted, hands wrapping around the rusty metal bars. Bioluminescent algae was wrapped around her wrists, allowing him to get a clever look at her face,
The room felt warmer instantly as his hearts wooshed faster as they always did when he was in her gracious presence.
“Princess,” he murmurs.
“You’re hurt,” YN says, looking anguished.
A conflicting mix of guilt and glee worms around Hoseok. Guilt from causing his Princess to worry, but glee from the fact that she was worried about him.
“I’m sorry,” he says despite not being sorry in the slightest, “I did something I shouldn’t have.”
“Nonsense,” his princess said, “I’m sure that you wouldn’t have done anything rash.”
Her blind faith in him makes him love her even more, something he didn’t think was possible. He smiles at her, but she doesn’t return it like she usually would.
“Hoseok …” she begins, her words clogged in her throat as if she’s struggling to get them out, “I have some bad news.”
His heart sinks. He’s never heard his Princess have such a desolate tone.
“Bad news?” he says, voice barely above a whisper.
“You’re being banished,” YN says, eyes welling with tears the ocean washes away immediately, “I tried to get my father to forget the incident, but Kai and his father wouldn’t have it. They wanted you executed. This was the best I could do to save you.”
Hoseok stays silent, unsure of what to say or how to react. Y/N, taking this as a sign that he’s upset with her rushes to continue.
“But! I’m close friends with Princess Tzuyu from the Second Kingdom. I’m sure that I can have you move there with no problem. The relations between all the merpeople is much better there than it is here, so there’s so much more opportunity there for you. I think you’ll actually be able to reach your potential -”
“Y/N,” Hoseok says, cutting her off, “Thank you, but I’d rather be banished.”
“Why?” the princess asks, her voice small.
“If I move to the Second Kingdom, I won’t be able to ever see you again, right? Even though you and Princess Tzuyu are close, our Kingdom and theirs aren’t. You wouldn’t be able to visit me.”
“I … correct,” Y/N says, “But if you’re banished, you will be banned from society. You’ll never get the chance to pursue your education or career.”
“I don’t care,” Hoseok says without hesitation, “I value you more than anything else in existence, YN.”
He reaches between the bars and cups her face, a liberty he has never obtained before. He never would have normally, but the fear this will be his last opportunity to override it.
YN places her hand over his, looking deeply into his eyes.
“What am I going to do without you, Hobi?” she asks, tears coming freely, “You’re my only friend. You’re the only person who sees me for me. I don’t want to be away from you.”
Hoseok wishes he had the strength to pull the bars apart and take her into his arms and whisk her away. The words “run away with me” are on the tip of his tongue, but they never get the chance to be spoken as the guards come and escort her away.
The two of them only meet once more, making plans for the abandoned shipwreck they found as young children, the place they’d still be able to meet.
For five years, the two of them meet at the shipwreck as they do tonight.
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“I have a confession to make,” Y/N says.
“What is it, Princess?” Hoseok murmurs.
For a moment, he feels like she’ll finally confess to him - to say that the feelings he’s had nearly his entire life are reciprocated.
“I feel so … suffocated, Hobi. Like I’m truly not made for this life. I really … I really want to know what it’s like to be human. I’m tired of scavenging for discarded items on the bottom of the seafloor. I want to actually experience it.”
Hoseok pauses. That’s not what he expected to hear.
“I know it’s stupid. Impossible, actually. But it just feels like …”
“It’s not stupid, Princess,” Hoseok says, always wanting to be there for her, “I’m sure it’s possible. Actually, I feel like I may have come across a potion that could turn a merperson into a human temporarily.”
He has not, but the way Y/N’s eyes light up make him determined to either find or create one.
“Really?” she asks, grasping his hands in hers, her excitement palpable.
“Yes,” he says, “It’ll need quite a bit more testing before it’s safe, but I can make that happen for you. I can make your dream come true.”
Y/N squeals with excitement and grasps her friend tightly.
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For the next several months, Hoseok works tirelessly to create a proper potion. The random merpeople he’s kidnapped and experimented on have suffered greatly, but a little bloodshed is nothing compared to YN’s joy. There are many, many failures, but at long last, after scouring every book he could sneak into the kingdom and get his hands on, he figures it out.
“Really?” YN asks once he finally presents the potion to her.
“Really,” Hoseok confirms, “Take it in shallow water so you won’t accidentally end up drowning. The change won’t be a pleasant experience, but you’ll be able to walk among the humans, at least for a while. Only a fortnight.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” YN says, grasping the potion and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek before racing off towards the coast.
Hoseok secretly follows her, watching her the best he can from his place in the ocean. When she returns two weeks later with news that she met someone and fell in love, Hoseok, for the second time in his life, is pushed over the edge.
Unlike when he beat Kai into a pulp and got banished from the kingdom, Hoseok doesn’t react instantly, doesn’t blow up at his Princess. He never could, would never hurt her.
But sometimes, when you love someone, you have to do what is best for them, whether or not they want you to.
So when YN asks Hoseok to make a long lasting potion so she can run away with the prince of the kingdom above the sea, he feels no guilt for swapping it out with one he had hoped to never have to use on her, one filled with his own blood and the desire for her he’s always had.
Y/N’s trust in him causes her to tip the bottle back and swallow every drop of the love potion in the shallow cove. Sure, the glaze in her eyes when she professes her love for him isn’t the way he would have liked it, but beggars can’t be choosers. At the end of the day, he has her, his Princess forevermore.
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A/N: OMG! It’s finally out! And on my 2000 day anniversary of being an ARMY no less. Thank you all for your patience and I hope you enjoyed this fic and the entire Forbidden Fables collab. Thank you to @chaoticpuff17 and @deepdarkdelights for being so patient, awesome, and talented. Go read their contributions to the collab if you haven’t already!
He was a patient man. He wouldn’t mind to wait for the right time to reap what he thought he deserved.
He had lived in the dark for far too long, that happiness was such a foreign notion for him. Until you crossed his path and awakened something deep inside him.
Until he realized there was indeed glowing light on the other side of his world, just a flicker at the end of the journey he had to conquer.
Until the sunshine he had waited became you.
Pairing : Taehyung x Ballerina Reader.
Genre : Yandere, Mafia AU.
Warning for this chapter: Murder.
The age of consent in Italy is 14 - 18 years old, arbitrary case by case. No sex scene with underage in this story. Do adequate research before come at me and saying I support sex with minor. I won’t tolerate any sanctimonius remarks from uninformed readers.
Word count : 8K.
Full Masterlist and elaborate warning please read here.
Taehyung wouldn’t be the man on top if he didn’t implement control and discipline religiously. It was what he learned since the first month he started to live with his father.
Waking up at dawn, a few hundreds meters of track graduated to a few kilometers under the supervision of private coach, strength training, and shooting practice once he hit puberty, continued through his adolescence. The tiger parenting from his father was silently backed up by his mother, she never openly supported, but neither she opposed to his fierce coaching. As he grew older, the drill emphasized more in the firearm practice.
However, physical training became too habitual for him to break from the routine. He had an obsession over regularities, something to keep his brain focused, away from his occasional disordered thought.
But lately, the exercise started to lose its effect for him, no matter how hard he tried.
The dream visited his sleep again recently. Those empty eyes from bodies that had lost its soul, gaunt expressionless faces he couldn’t identify, tried to reach him with equally chilling voices haunting in his head. He had ended many lives in the last thirteen years, at some point he stopped caring. The numbers was a statement of his father’s absurd sense of victory. How he was so proud that his son was a legend feared by his name alone across the underworld.
He was antsy since the orange sun kissed the horizon at dawn, even after an intense morning run. Just a few hours before the flight to Milan, after Alessandro announced the green light to proceed from his flight crew. His restlessness partly coming from another episode of poor sleep, as well as the anticipation of your eventual meeting with Jimin.
He was pretty sure of the outcome, he knew Jimin so well, but a little part of him was still afraid of the possible unexpected turn of event. How vulnerable he was when you were implicated in his decision.
Well, this one is entirely subjective, and when I say this, I mean it, it depends from individual to individual and since we do not know what a person might be going through, or what state of mind they are in, it is wrong to make assumptions about the person.
As an author and reader, I can put myself in both shoes. I know the stress an author goes through, but I am also aware of a reader’s anticipation. Sometimes, a single post or update from their preferred author can make up for all the downfalls of the day they had been going through or can make them look forward to their day.
And so, it is not uncommon for them to enquire regarding updates on their favourite fics. And as an author, I do not mind, if anything, it motivates me to write.
As much as writing fanfics is a side hobby, I believe that readers’ response does make a difference, a fanfic writer feels motivated when met with a positive response from the readers, and often demotivated when met with a negative response. A single comment can make or spoil your day, but that too depends on person to person. And as mentioned above, this rant is very much subjective. So according to me, it is not an unconditional support system- it’s a trade- you provide content, get reader response, feel better and write more to enjoy your hobby, explore and expand your skills and also improve.
So, as a fanfic writer myself, readers sending asks regarding the updates actually help me remain motivated, especially as a student who often gets overwhelmed with academics- writing fanfics fr me is a kind of self-care, so when I feel like I have met my readers’ expectations make me happy- happy to be able to make someone’s day, to be able to write at least at a level in which people read and like my work. Again, that is completely subjective. I do not assume anything negative when I receive direct and straightforward asks regarding the updates, even if it is without any greeting or emoji. I simply assume that the reader is trying to be direct and do not see anything wrong with that until or unless there is explicitly something rude written, or some backhanded comment.
So, as a reader, imagine sending your author a direct, straightforward message about the updates, and you receive a response about how rude you are being and how you are taking the author for granted…Not a pleasant experience I believe. Especially when the author would often put vote goals and ask you to comment(That is more prevalent on Wattpad though), and once you ask about the updates, you are bombarded about how it is not an author’s obligation and how you are making them angry and irritated. I believe this attitude towards readers to be rather rude and seems like the author is taking the readers for granted.
As an author, you write with the expectation of receiving a positive response, with the expectation of having readers being thrilled about your updates, so the readers enquiring about updates is rather flattering.
As a fanfic writer myself, I understand that writing on platforms such as Tumblr and Wattpad is a side hobby, often a way of stress-relieving and that we are not obligated to provide the readers with regular updates, but what we are obligated is to be respectful towards the readers if we expect to be respected, we are obligated to not act entitled to the support and love we receive from our readers. It is often said that work does not exist before it is discovered and read by the reader(s), a piece of work on these platforms turns out to be successful due to the support of the readers, likewise, the readers are provided with content that makes their day, that keep them entertained. Mutual respect is very important here, in fact, I believe that it is the key to a successful and healthy author-reader relationship on such platforms where toxicity is very much prevalent..
That’s it.
Please note that this post is not meant to defame, insult or hurt any particular person, group or community. Kindly keep in mind that this is only an individual’s personal opinion without the intention of influencing and/or imposing.
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:The Windy City in the mid-1920s is a spectacle of lights and sounds, roaring with the excitement of jazz music and swinging dance moves. Amid the brilliant stars of Chicago nightlife, there is a dark underground of secrets, mainly that being the mysterious Wonderland Ball you’ve been invited to participate in and be crowned the next “Alice”. What you don’t know is you may or may not be allowed to leave, per the Mad Hatter and a White Rabbit’s desires. So, daring and brave as you are, you decide to take a journey down The Rabbit Hole and come face to face with high society - people - as you’ve never seen them before.
Genre:Yandere; Historical Fiction/ Fantasy Based In The 1920′s; Smut; Thriller; Alice in Wonderland Inspired
Warnings: Yandere themes, Mentions of drug/ alcohol use with/without consent, mentions of “gangsters”, light talks of selling your soul/ the devil/ religious “themes”?, sedative drugs used non-consensually, vivid dreams/nightmares, maybe light profanity? Smut: Non-protected sex (twice), creampies, oral sex (f and m receiving/giving), slight nipple play?, spanking, marking, bruising, slightly rough sex, use of a sex swing/ sex swing intercourse, f and m orgasms. I think that’s it.
Pairings: Jeon Jungkook (White Rabbit) x Reader (Alice) x Kim Seokjin (Mad Hatter), Side Pairing of Johnny (Jonathan) Suh from NCT x Reader, Johnny x Jung Jaehyun from NCT.
Author’s Notes: This is not going to be a historically accurate piece. As much as I am an advocate for research and learning about the times of old, I am only human and I am short on time researching in between my full time job. I have grown up and currently live in Chicago and I have never written a story about the Windy City before so here I am, writing to you about the wonderful city I call home. I am doing my best to stay true to my writing as well as make it as accurate as one can, but please forgive me if there are faults in this story!
We are not doing a collective Valentine’s Day event this year but the contents of this piece have been weighing heavily on my mind, so I asked if I could write this story for a little something-something. I hope you all enjoy it!
Also, who do you think the other boys from BTS are from Alice in Wonderland in this story? I’d love to know!
Stepping out of my very own vehicle my future husband’s family sent for me, I take in the sights and the sounds that Chicago provides this snowy afternoon.
People waltz around one another and mingle about, snow crunching under their feet. The faint sounds of jingle bells float down the streets in the chilly air, it smells of popcorn and roasted nuts as well as the sludge of gasoline tainting the snow. A cold breeze gliding across the buildings nearly knocks me off my feet as I look up to my new place of residence, a new high-rise Michigan Ave. The stars above my head seem to sparkle in the dark sky, or are those just the electric lights from the grand buildings surrounding me?
Curious, I think as I continue to have my sights set above the horizon. I’ve certainly strayed very far from the corn fields of back home. Inhaling the sharp, bitterly cold air around me, I feel a sense of dread almost wash over my senses. I knew what I was signing up for when I came here. Jonathan and I discussed it in great detail over the wire.
The reality of the situation is finally sinking into my layers of clothing.
Jonathan Suh, the grandson of Suh Realtor Industries Incorporated - which owns about one third of Chicago - has asked me to marry him. It was seemingly out of the blue too. I was going to spend the next years of my life trying to marry into the best livestock or vegetable farmer in town, not the filthy rich grandson in a large city. It felt like a dream when he called me and begged me to come as soon as possible. I suppose it pays off to be kind to everyone, especially when it felt like it was yesterday we were both in grammar school together.
I drink it all in, the busy sounds, the cold night air that leaves me feeling bitter and raw standing in the street while snow begins to descend from the blackened sky. It feels foreign to me even though it’s only about two hours away from the farm. The breeze blistering in from the west sends a chill up my spine.
This is a new beginning, I ponder to myself as I stretch upwards in the middle of the sidewalk. This is my chance at a better life, this is way better than being some poor, sad farm girl. That’s right! I’m going to be the wife of my childhood friend who just happened to be some rich playboy who has more money than he knows what to do with.
I’m going to be a Suh!
…Even if the whole arrangement is a sham…
“Miss, you are going to freeze to death outside!” Jonathan’s maids rush to usher me out of the cold quickly, but not before I accidentally bump into someone on the busy sidewalk.
“I beg you to pardon me,” I mumble as I set my sights over my shoulder on a man dressed in a long coat with hair as white as the snow currently blanketing the ground. “You’ll have to forgive me, I am just enraptured with how bright Chicago seems to shine at night.”
The man’s seemingly red eyes expand with my excitement, then soften. “No pardon to beg, Miss…?” He queries, a bloom of warmth spreading across his face.
“Suh.” I smile as the men shout from my car they have finished unpacking. “Well, I am the future Mrs. Jonathan Suh. For now I suppose I am still Y/N Y/L/N.”
“Strange, I didn’t think he… Well, never mind that now.” His eyes linger on mine. “Johnny’s got good taste.” I hear him mumble under his breath in a deep tone, slurring his words together in a string. “Well, I can’t wait to see more of you, future Mrs. Jonathan Suh.” He says as he swings his coat behind himself and takes off down the street, the crowd and the night dissolving him like a pill in warm water.
Curious and curiouser this night becomes, I think as the maids finally have enough of me standing about in the cold.
“Do you know who that was?” I ask the hoard of them, hoping someone has the answer to my bump in the night with a rather odd fellow. My heart is beating but I’m not sure what for. I know my place. I know why he called me… My fate was sealed as soon as I got the wire from my future husband.
The collective flock shake their heads and mutter polite “noes” as they lead me up grand staircases of marble and through dim corridors at this time of night, leaving my brain a drifting piece of snow in the blizzard that will surely accumulate outside overnight.
“Right this way.” A young redhead coos as she parades me up what must be my twentieth flight of stairs I’ve climbed this evening. “Master Suh will be so happy you are here at last!” They lead me into a beautiful room with the most lavish furniture I’ve ever seen in my life! Magazines and pictures certainly don’t bestow such fine items with quite the same honor as seeing such beauty in person.
“Madam Suh has a full schedule for you this weekend.” One of the elderly looking women dares to swoon as she says, “Wedding planning, I’m sure, no doubt.” My coat is taken from me and I am given house slippers to wear.
The flock - or really I should call them a herd of lemmings - all agree once more as a butler leads us through a hallway with objects of fine art, pottery, and paintings. Each item is so uniquely wonderful that it would make my brothers’ and sisters’ heads spin if they saw how perfect and polished everything is. How ornate and lavish! Am I to spend my life with fine, intricate pieces of art from all mediums? I wonder if Jonathan has created any of these himself? Would he allow me to paint? I wonder…
“Master Suh,” I inhale, realizing I am right at the threshold of a beautiful oak door. “Miss Y/N Y/L/N has arrived.” The butler announces.
My body feels all fuzzy and nervous for some reason. It’s been many years since I’ve seen my dear friend from when we were still learning how to hop on a bicycle in the country where his family had a small house and property that butted up against my family’s by the little lake in the middle of a corn field.
“Y/N!” A deep, refreshing voice purrs before he embraces me in a tight hug. “How was your ride? Did the car fair well, unlike the weather?” He chuckles as his tall frame dwarfs mine in comparison. The scent of him is most definitely cinnamon, scotch, and leather, which I’m not surprised. All fine things to smell of for certain.
The maids all giggle and mumble their approval and the butlers look away, anxious to gaze upon a woman in another man’s arms. I suppose his gesture of a greeting is very rude, but I don’t mind. Being smack-dab in the middle of my siblings, I feel like nothing phases me anymore, even the hug Jonathan wraps around me.
“Jonathan Suh,” I simper, pulling out of his embrace, “The ride was not too terrible, and my, how tall you’ve grown! And so dapper too.” I sigh earnestly. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”
“I hope you say that every day you wake up and I am there beside you.” Jonathan’s brown eyes seem to daze in the glow from the lamp lights in the sitting parlor.
There’s nothing more I hate than an arrogant flirt, not to mention an arrogant flirt with money is all the more trouble. Is this really going to be the rest of my life? Living with Jonathan like this? So contrived and fake… it makes my insides twist.
“I am rather weary though from a day full of travels.” I pretend to yawn, shifting out of his arms bit by bit and heading toward the door. “May I have the delight in seeing you tomorrow?”
“Oh yes, you must be quite tired. I always get sleepy on car rides.’ Jonathan muses as he extends his hand to the door and the staff scramble into place. “Mr. and Mrs. Alan would you please escort Y/N to her room? I will be here but on the other end of the house until we are…you know-”
“Goodnight, Jonathan.” I say almost too quickly after that, leaving almost as swiftly as I’ve come.
Once my hair is down and I am dressed comfortably in my nightgown, I feel like I can take a deep breath again. It feels odd with my hair unpinned, sitting in a brand-new nightgown, overlooking the rocking waves of the lake and the snow that drifts down from the sky. Basking in the sill of my window from the beautiful lights and moonlight shining through my velvet curtains, I hope and pray that every night I spend in Chicago is not as forced and fake as this one has been.
-
I’m chasing something odd in my dream.
I move between pictures hanging on the walls, through the bellies of grandfather clocks, I emerge through the darkness every time, chasing a little white rabbit with a cottontail through or around objects of grand design. I have never had a dream that felt so vivid and real, like I am actually flying through my thoughts, time of the utmost essence for some unknown reason. I can’t seem to escape a dark feeling looming around me and I feel slightly frightened that I will not catch the little thing.
When I reach for the little dumpling covered in pretty white fur, it lurches forward, propelling my desire to catch up to the little beast.
I descend deeper and deeper, the spotlight in the darkness focused solely on the bunny ahead of me. I can’t reach him, I’m not fast enough, my feet do not carry me quick enough. I call to the animal but it doesn’t hear me, instead it flies between two large velvet curtains.
“Please!” I beg the animal as I pop through the hole in the curtains, shuffling through on my knees. “Where are you taking…me…” My question dies in my throat as I look up to find red eyes, his curly blonde hair waving at me from under a gold top hat, a gold mask from that of a masquerade celebration covering most of his face.
But, I know that soft smirk well now. I’ve replayed it several times already in my mind like the fool I am.
This is the man I met on the sidewalk. I gasp. But, why is he inhabiting my dream?
“Welcome to Wonderland, Alice.” A soft voice wafts from high above the two of us, making me shiver. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
Why am I frightened? Surely this is not a nightmare. I was only following a rabbit and now I am here with these two men.
Slowly, my eyes trail up the large mahogany platform, showcasing a very large, ornately plush gold and maroon seat which houses a man in an all green suit of the finest quality. He is also wearing a mask trimmed with greens and golds, his lush lips pinkened like he had just indulged in delicious raspberry jam pulled into a dark smirk. He sits with the side of his pale face in one of his hands, resting comfortably on the arm of the pretty chair. The man from the street sits on a swing that hangs high from the rafters, silently taking me in. An aura of power and class drips tastefully from every fiber of his being, weighing heavily upon me like he is a hammer and I am but a humble nail.
“Good job chasing rabbits.” The man’s smile further stretches, his amber eyes boring down upon me, making my skin want to jump from my skeleton. “The next step is to find The Rabbit Hole.”
My eyes fling open, a train’s loud horn blaring in the distance, the golden morning haze filtering from the curtains across the room. I jolt upward in bed, cold sweat beading my body, tainting the beautiful nightgown the Suhs have given me. I throw the sheets off my bed and clutch my forehead, musing the words of the man in all green over and over to myself in a frenzy.
…What a dreadfully vivid dream…
-
I’ve been here for almost a week and I’ve lost count of the tea parties and luncheons I’ve attended with Mrs. Suh. The people and the houses and families they all belong to are getting lost to me in the wake of planning for a wedding. Though, I’m not sure how much I am actually planning. Merely pointing between two colors of table placemats and napkins or choosing between a flower or two.
Tonight though, it is another snowy evening on the lakeshore, we are attending a jazz concert at the Sunset Cafe to see a wonderful show performed by the talented Cab Calloway and Louis Armstrong who make the most wonderful music. I was practically buzzing when I heard the news that the Suhs would be taking me this evening. As always, Jonathan and his mother have only two options for me to wear this evening and I must make a choice between them. A silver, more A-lined gown that shows off more skin than one should in the winter with a mink-fur cowl or more fluttering, off the shoulder velvet cobalt-blue style of a ball gown with embroidered golden stars falling from the bust in waves of tulle.
Call me old fashioned, but I choose the one that makes me feel like a princess, not the one that makes me fit in. My thoughts wander between which Suh picked out which dress for me to wear and the dream of me chasing a white rabbit.
I can never seem to catch that rabbit nor have I seen the two men since my first dream. It relieved me, but it also scared me.
A shimmering laugh that is made of moonbeams and stars pulls me from my spell of thought that engrossed me.
The Suhs are dotting and cheerful people, always looking out for their only son in this cruel world. They are wonderful and powerful in their own ways, working the men and ladies in the sitting room of the theater with just a glance or smile of their lips. Mr. Suh smokes a cigar and smacks Jonathan on the back as they stand in the corner away from the ladies. Mrs. Suh includes me in all her conversations, never wanting me to feel lost or dissuaded from a million questions by another matriarch of a well-to-do family.
I can see why Jonathan doesn’t want to disappoint them or the good people of his clan’s name before or after himself.
The room is hazy from the smoky cigars that the men all drag on in between their elaborate conversations about President Coolidge and his beliefs while the women discuss lighter subjects such as traveling to Paris and Morocco as well as tennis. I find my thoughts up in the cloud of smoke that hangs in the room.
“Pardon me, ladies,” Jonathan places a hand gently upon my shoulder, “may I steal Y/N away for a few moments?”
“The concert will begin shortly, Johnny.” Mrs. Suh smiles, casting her charms to her son who smiles with reassurance to his dear mother.
“Don’t fret, mother,” Jonathan grins as she calls him his nickname, “I want to show her off to my college chums.”
Her eyes twinkle in delightful mischief as she swirls her glass of sweet liquor in her hand. “Just be sure to return her in one piece. Y/N has a long day ahead of her tomorrow.”
More wedding planning I’m not privy to I suppose? Such is my life now. High society is fun and all but the pressure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before… No, my brain is captivated once more by the dark aura of the man from my dream, looming and lingering above me, teeth glimmering in the lim electric light of the room from my lucid dream. That was true, pure evil pressure I wish to never partake in the feeling of ever again.
Jonathan says nothing as he turns from her, ushering me away with his hand placed gently on my shoulder. We move silently and quickly through groups who mingle and giggle, alcohol strong in their glasses and upon their breath as we pass through the crowd of rich socialites.
We stop at one group of gentlemen, but I am only introduced to one handsome man named Jung Jaehyun who fondly shakes Jonathan’s hand and winks at me. What an odd fellow, I tell myself as we dive deeper and deeper into the crowd of people loitering in the fancy sitting room.
“I’m glad you wore the one I picked out.” Jonathan says so low that I may only be able to hear his words. Well, that answers that question then. “These men might eat you alive, so stay as sharp as a blade but soft as a lamb, understand me? They will not leave me be until I introduce you to them.”
“Are they your friends?” I query with a whisper as he pulls me to the edge of the room where young men have beautiful young ladies draped on their elbows.
I have never seen a lady look like they do, but I suppose it is fashionable and “kept up with the times”. I am not so appealing as these ladies are with their skin on display and their heels high, they attract my attention before the men who hold them up do. Their makeup is dark, yet shimmering in the soft glow from the electric lights from above. The fair ladies’ hair is cut so short, their sideways hats and feather headbands merely slip off their sleek and shiny hairstyles. I am in awe of the way they look and envy them for behaving and chatting so freely.
“Do not be scared, but they are budding gangsters who run speakeasies.” My eyes widen with his words, but I do what I am told. “Please do me another favor, Y/N, and become the most desirable woman here.” Jonathan whispers to me before we approach the hoard of people in front of me. “I will set you free from this cage as soon as I can.”
I can only nod as my demeanor switches like that of a light switch.
Walking up to these men and women I’ve never met, I invoke the acting spirit of Jane West for Jonathan. I demand my attention. I am the most beautiful creature in this sitting room, if not all of the world. I did not go to college but I am going to show you how well read and cultured I am. I am going to be a Suh and I command you all to bow down to me in this instant.
“Suh!” A tall man with coiffed, sandy blonde locks beams as he steps away from his fair darling on his arm tonight. “You dog! I didn’t think you’d grace us with your presence this evening!” They shake hands and laugh at nothing vigorously as I look between the two before the blonde catches my eye. They are pretty amber eyes that remain half-lidded and surely dazzle in the glow from chandeliers above. He’s not as tall as Jonathan, but he is handsome. “This must be-”
“Y/N Y/L/N.”
A voice from behind the blonde says clearly, setting to be free from the shadow of Jonathan’s friend.
It’s the white rabbit! I think as I try to hold myself together. He looks rather dapper in a white and gold waistcoat with tails, a top hat making him appear to be as formal as one can be. This is the gentleman I bumped into the streets, but I cannot press out of my head. I want to tell him to stay out of my dreams, but I fear he will think me mad if I declare such a bold thing without expressing my thoughts further.
“You know of my future bride, Jeon?” I feel the grip upon my shoulder tighten and breath being held from above me. Don’t fret, Jonathan, I would never tell anyone. I promise. Your secret is safe with me.
The friend with his hair as white as the fallen snow looks at me passively, eyes rimmed red like he can’t sleep a wink either. “I met her on the sidewalk, John, but we’ve never been properly introduced.” He bows and takes my blue-colored gloved hand in his white ones. He kisses the top of my hand and in this ball gown-like dress I am indeed fulfilling my fantasy of pretending to be a beautiful princess. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, future Mrs. Jonathan Suh.”
“Y/N,” Jonathan says, exhaling the concerned breath he’s been holding in, his grip returning to normal as well. “These are my friends from college: Mr. Kim Namjoon, whose family owns one third of the city like mine does, and Mr. Jeon Jungkook, who makes up the triangle of the most powerful families of Chicago.”
“At your service.” Jungkook says with a cheeky grin stretching across his face, kissing the top of my hand once more.
The way he looks up at me makes butterflies trapped in my body flutter and flounce about. But I cannot swoon or succumb to a young man so openly. Jonathan is counting on me.
“I’m delighted to meet Jonathan’s friends from his schooling.” I say in the same charming manner Mrs. Suh has produced all week.
“Forgive me for this is a bold question, future Mrs. Suh, but, will you be getting a gown made?” Namjoon asks me as he sips his scotch on the rocks.
“I think tomorrow I am going for a fitting, yes.” I nod my head, smiling just the right amount.
“Then it should be crafted by the finest in the Windy City, Kim’s Couture on the corner of Washington and LaSalle Street. Have you heard of the establishment before?” Namjoon queries.
“Indeed! I have!” I exclaim happily, my eyes wide as his stay half-lidded as though he is sleepy, though he smiles earnestly.
“Then I must insist you have a treasured wedding gown made by my seamstresses.” He hands me a white business card with only his name upon it. I stare at it until he taps it twice. “They will take excellent care of you, I promise.”
“Oh-ho!” A soft, almost melliferous voice rings out behind me. No… “This must be the infamous bride-to-be!” I know this voice! Fear rattles through me, making me tremble as I look over the shoulder Jonathan is not draped over to look at the mysterious voice. Time is slow as molasses as I face the man from my dream, clad all in a green waistcoat, vest, and top hat, wolfishly grinning at me.
“Ah, this is my eldest brother,” Namjoon muses as the electric lights flash, indicating the performance will begin soon, “Seokjin Kim.”
Kim Seokjin…
I feel like I know everything about this man yet nothing at all. He is the type of man who is a brilliant summer on the outside and stormy winter on the inside. The smile on his lips - that is the color of the inside of a cherry tart - is warm, yet cold all in the same breath. He appears to be a powerful man of high class, wrapped in an enigma of grace and power. But there is a scent of something malicious in the air as he closes the gap between us and gets down on his knee to kiss upon my hand.
I’m not sure what made me do it, but something comes over me, the flight or fight instinct animals possess lurches out of me in this moment.
“Why is a raven like a writing desk?” I ask, pulling my arm away from him.
Seokjin’s bright amber eyes slowly travel up my ball gown, disbelief and confusion colors his good looking features.
Mouths open in shock and my heart drops, but I feign a lie, turning out of Jonathan grasp, and quickly say, “Forgive me, for I feel faint.” I run to the bathroom in the hall as everyone piles into the main room of the Sunset Cafe, heart pounding in my chest and cheeks on fire.
I’m so sorry Jonathan, I did not mean to make a fool out of you. There is just something about the way Seokjin’s gaze is so feral that chills me to the bone.
A hand rests upon Jungkook’s shoulder while he continues to longingly gaze at the door as if he was willing me to come back with his mind. “Don’t worry, Jeon.” Seokjin purrs in his ear, amber gleam set upon the door. “She is the one who chases you every night, not the other way around.”
“I know, hyung.” Jungkook whispers as the brass begins to trumpet through the building. “When do we make our move?”
“Soon.” Seokjin chuckles darkly, guiding the younger of the boys to follow behind him. “Very soon we will have our glorious tea party.”
-
The subject of marriage has always been an odd one to me, I think to myself as maids and fashion consultants from the Kim’s dress boutique flutter and coo around me.
My parents married but it was never for love. I knew that, my siblings and myself knew that, yet they both loved us all the same. My mother and father married as more of a “good match on paper” sort of situation, than they were truly, madly in love. Still, they never fought, my father never hit my mother, never drank himself silly, never talked to another woman. My mother upheld the same standard and raised us all with love in her hardworking heart. I knew she was aware that I haven’t spoken to Jonathan since we were young children and that I would soon be in the same boat if I accepted his offer.
“A lifetime of money doesn’t equal happiness.” She told me. “You should marry for love, not for any green or gold.”
I agree. I know this full well. I’m not one to be stingy or greedy by any means. I don’t want to be an actress in a picture show or model for a beautiful Channel garment. And though I do want love in my life, I want a secure future. I am the middle child of middle-class farmers. The best match I could have made besides this one was with a cattle farmer or a man who works in the stockyards on the south side of Chicago.
It’s selfish for me to do this not only for myself but to my mother as well.
But, I am here and like my family, I will be fiercely loyal to the man I will call my husband. If not, call me a bold-faced liar and take me and my words to the grave.
Jonathan Suh is not a bad man for who he prefers in the sheets. I know that and have never felt such a way to treat someone less of me if they do prefer the company of one sex over another. I will not break the promise I’ve made to him, but I cannot help but feel like a songbird trapped in a tight, metal cage for the decision I’ve made to help him.
-
Due to the poor weather Chicago has currently come down with, the wedding has been postponed until further notice.
When I wired my family to tell them the news, my mother answered. I was a bit more than surprised that she almost sounded relieved when I told her the news. I promised I would wire soon and my younger sisters begged me to take them to the city to go shopping at Marshall Fields. My father sounded passive at first when the telephone wire was transferred to him by my youngest brother after he told me the family cat, Cheshire, had gone missing.
Truth be told, I am also more than happy to exhale a breath and not worry about someone questioning me about my upbringing. Or having Mrs. Suh and the don of high-class ladies and waist-coated men galloping around every breath I take.
I can finally relax, I think as I pull out a book in the study as Jonathan reads the Chicago Tribune on the couch across the way from me. We get along well, I realize. Silence suits us both. No tricks, not faking our way through hordes of important people. We have to conserve and save our energy for when we face the people mercilessly wanting to know everything and anything about us, good ole’ Jonathan and I…
No, not Jonathan anymore… I am to be his wife, and he…my…
I peer at him from over my book on flowers, losing interest in the pages.
Can I really pretend we are to be an item forever? Will one of us crack or slip up? It seems like we are stuck in a circle now, both of us floating in a pool of choices we will surely drown in.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Someone knocks at the door, plucking me from my fever of thoughts. I fully peer over the pages in my hands, pretending like I was in fact engrossed in the origin story of an author I enjoyed as a girl.
“Enter.” Jonathan says without skipping a beat, not looking up from his black and white ink. His eyes scan the pages, following the drumming beat of the grandfather clock next to the roaring fireplace. But, now that I study him closer, I’m unsure if he was actually reading or just musing to himself like I was moments ago.
“The post, sir.” Butler James reports as he opens the door, my handmaiden Emily gliding up to us with a silver plate in her hands.
“Thank you, Emily.” Jonathan gives her a half-smile as he takes the single envelope off the tray, slicing it open with trepidation.
I look at the blood-red colored wax seal as he flips the paper, revealing a knight chess piece glaring upside down at me.
Jonathan scans the letter passively at first, his orbs lazily scanning the pages, then suddenly his eyes ignite with rage behind them. “No.” He says softly, red flushing to his handsome face. He rips the paper up into shreds then, aggression and hatred oozing from every pore for some unknown reason. He gets up as he throws the scraps in the fire with vigor as butler James, Emily, and I all stare at him like he’s grown a second head. “Don’t you dare go.” He warns me, irises blaring with unmeasurable loathing. “Those people are dangerous.” Jonathan practically snarls as he exits the room in a fit of rage, stomping down the hall as we look on stunned and slack-jawed at what had just happened.
From what I can tell, Jonathan isn’t one to get upset easily or lash out so that letter must have set him off. But what could it have been?
It really has sparked my curiosity, that’s for certain.
Where wasn’t I supposed to go and who was so dangerous?
-
I got the answer the next day as I read a book about traveling the jungles of South America.
“Miss!” My handmaiden whispers like a hiss as she enters the study. “Miss!”
“Yes, Emily?” I smile, putting my book down as she flutters to my side in a nervous frenzy. “What is the matter?”
“I snagged this from the post, miss.” She hands you the letter you saw the previous day with Jonathan, the one that he got enraged over. “Please open it quickly, miss, before the butler spots it! They want us to destroy anything with this seal on it!”
I do as I am told, opening up the letter addressed to both Jonathan and myself with the odd wax seal to find an invitation inside.
You Are Cordially Invited To Participate In:
THE WONDERLAND BALL
A Masquerade Party To Determine The Next “Alice”
For Directions Follow Us Down The Rabbit Hole
Knock Thrice For The Door Mouse To Let You Inside
Cheers,
The ‘Mad Hatter’ & Company
“How curious…” I muse as my eyes trail over the letter over and over, wondering what has Jonathan all in a panicked rage. “Well, I don’t even know where “The Rabbit Hole” is so I shan’t be going.”
“Tis’ a speakeasy, Miss.” Emily says her eyes wide as she reads the paper with you. “They say it’s the most fun one in all of downtown!” She giggles. “Shall I fetch you a gown for the ball?”
“No.” I shake my head with a small smile, hanging her back the letter. “If Jonathan said he doesn’t want me to go, I won’t.” I pick up my book as she slightly deflates, wanting to paint me up for the festivities I was invited to. “Please burn this now, Emily, so you don’t get in trouble.”
“Right away, Miss.” Emily bows a little before she heads out of the room, leaving me to daydream in the middle of the study in peace.
-
“How long must we wait?” Jungkook pesters Seokjin tirelessly who looks down from his wooden pedestal in the back room of the very peculiar club. “I am afraid a letter and her dreams are not going to cut it.” Jungkook snorts, frustration flashing in his red eyes.
“Mm, yes…” Seokjin rubs his chin with his white gloved hand, “Johnny boy has been hiding our little Alice away from our prying eyes, hasn’t he?”
“Yes!” Jungkook stomps his foot like that of a child, fists balled into tight fists at his sides. “And I was promised a maiden for all the hard work I’ve done for you!”
Seokjin laughs darkly then, the sound echoing off the walls of his private chambers. “Jungkook, I’m not sure if you understand that poisoning people and taking out a few smaller families in our beloved city is considered hard work.” He stops then, Seokjin’s usually light voice dripping with malice when he says, “But, I suppose this is one way to end the Suhs and get the last jewel on the crown you are desiring in your attempts to rule the city.”
“Is everything in place for the ball?” Jungkook grits his teeth as he stares up into the man who could end him in one go, but is choosing to help the young gangster. “Your magic won’t fail us now?”
Seokjin winks at him, spending him a flying kiss as he says, “It’s going to be dreadfully delightful.” Ending the Suhs, managing to take out some more people in big crime families in Chicago, and adding one more perfect woman to his growing collection of pawns.
Sure, he was mad and about to destroy several lives in the process, but hell if he wasn’t half brilliant and good looking while doing so.
-
“Mr. Jeon!” I gasp as I peer at the man at my penthouse doorstep, covered in white flakes of heavy, wet snow sticking to his black trench coat and bowler hat. Everyone, even most of the maids were out this afternoon which is why I find myself in front of the door to the penthouse.
“Good evening, Y/L/N.” Jeon Jungkook smiles as he looks down at me earnestly. “Is your future husband not at home?” He whispers as he looks around the empty foyer, red-rimmed eyes glancing over the dim electric lights in the hallway.
I flush. My mind was hazy remembering my kiss with him and the other man that is never far away, Kim Seokjin, from the depths of my dreams. My dreams need to leave me be or I may turn into a codfish with the way they keep my head spinning. They haunt me so, the way my brain demands my nightmares to be replayed over and over like this.
“I’m afraid not, he said he’d be out for the night, taking care of something important at the office.” I say with a fake sigh, shaking my head. Truthfully, he’s been acting very strange lately and I can’t quite put my finger on the reason for his odd behavior. Ever since he got that letter… Come to think of it, I haven’t seen any post since that strange night. I’ll ask Emily about it in the morning.
“I see.” Jungkook says softly. The grandfather clock chimes from the sitting room and I am suddenly aware of what time it is. I’m severely underdressed in my baby blue lounge attire, completely ill-prepared for meeting company. Books about faraway lands with princes and kings were the only thing occupying my time this evening and I’m embarrassed to even think that. “In that case, your outfit will just have to do, I suppose…”
Jungkook suddenly steps closer to me in one long stride, closing the gap between me and him. My heart skips a beat, his pupils dilate, my words run dry as he snakes one arm around my back, the other holding my chin with his thumb and forefinger.
“Mr. Jeon-” I stammer, unable to call for help, now that this man has me in his grasp.
“I have been willing you to come and follow me, to give into your darkest desires, but still you resist me.” The young man hisses down at me, brows knit with confusion. “You are the only thing anyone talks about and I cannot stand it any longer.” My mouth hangs open. His nostrils flare as he makes his move. “You will be mine. Not locked away in this tower while Johnny is out and about with another man. You will be our new Alice.”
Before I can say anything, he pours a vile from his pocket into my mouth, holding it above my arms so I can’t smack it away. It tastes like roast turkey and strong alcohol and I try to claw and get away but I cannot as Jungkook holds my mouth open; my tongue feels numb and my arms feel like jelly, going limp in Jungkook’s arms. The only thing I can remember before completely blacking out is the little tag on the side of the bottle that says “DRINK ME”, tied with a pink ribbon hanging from the tiny glass and the smell of his cologne which reminds me of musk with a dash of black pepper.
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Faint sounds of brass and strings pull me from my unconscious state in a flurry.
My brain is working hard, producing series and strings of thoughts. Why did Mr. Jeon Jungkook do that to me? Does Jonathan know where I am? In the same breath, where am I? What was that drink? Have I been poisoned? I look at myself on the red heart-patterned bedsheets. I look fine. There is no sign or feelings that I’ve been harmed, no bruises, and most importantly of all, there is no blood. There is no indicator at all that I’ve been harmed at all, which makes me sigh in relief.
But still, where have I been taken? This surely is not a room in the Suh residence.
A room with no windows, a giant bed in the middle of the room, large wooden pedestals with various wax candles lit drip down the sides surround me, red velvet curtains drape the walls making the warm room seem even more dim, and a wooden swing all decorate the space I find myself trapped in.
I can feel the color drain from my face when I realize that I’ve been here before. In fact, I’ve been here many, many times - almost every night. Not in the flesh but in my dreams. The only thing that is missing are the two men I see every night…
All the little hairs on my body stand at alert, worry coloring my thoughts, and I feign a small gasp in the large room.
With a lump in my throat and my heart thumping so hard I fear it might try to escape my chest, I run from the room.
My blue nightgown flutters behind me, time seems to slow as my bare feet carry me through the rooms from my dreams - though it’s backwards this time. I dash like a mad person, twirling and twisting my way through the room with mirrors on every side, seeing myself panting like a dog running so hard in the reflective glass. Though, I am happy to see I have no scratches upon my face either. I run through the room with clocks hanging all over the walls chiming and ticking at different times, springing through the belly of a giant, tall grandfather clock. I trip over the hems of my dress in the room with a long table in the middle which appears to stretch on for miles in this long room. There are various tea sets, cups, and pots along with tea cakes and sweet treats placed in a perfectly chaotic mess on the table as the eyes of various animal heads stare at me from their places hanging on the walls.
As I shimmy through the small door leading to the room with the walls full of water and sea creatures from the ocean, I pause my panting and sputtering as I spot Mr. Jung Jaehyun with his back pressed up against the glass. He is moaning, panting himself, a masquerade mask dangling in his hand, legs wrapped around the waist of a tall man in a vest who is rolling his hips sensually into his. My eyes widen as I figure out what the two of them are doing quickly and avert my attention. My thighs rub together, a strange fire grows in my lower abdomen, and I know I shouldn’t be looking but there is nothing but pure bliss on Mr. Jung’s face.
I can’t stop, I remind myself as my feet continue to carry me through the rooms I know so well.
Slinking away across a far wall full of lobsters without being caught, I hear Mr. Jung Jaehyun mewl one singular name, “Johnny!” I want to turn around, catch my “future” husband’s side profile as he makes love to another man, confirm it’s him, but my mind flashes back to meeting Jaehyun for the first (and only) time and how they touched each other so fondly. Jungkook’s words ring in my words as I hear laughing coming from beyond the rooms filled with tanks and gilled beasts.
Keep going. I can make it out of this place from my nightmares.
The next room is filled with more people, though it’s hazy at best in here. There are giant hookah pipes in the middle of floor cushions, people with and without masks on touching each other so unabashedly, some naked, half-nude, or still in their ball gowns all laying over each other in a pleasure-filled party I was slightly jealous I haven’t been invited to.
“Ms. Y/L/N?” A deep yet clear baritone purrs over the sounds of jazz music and groans of love-making. I turn my head to his voice, feet skidding to a halt as I look at Mr. Kim Namjoon in his half-naked glory, navy blue silk robe hanging off his shoulders exposing a lovely chest, half-lidded eyes tracing my form like I am a piece of delicate meat he wishes to indulge in. “What are you doing without your mask?” He snaps his fingers, chuckling lightly as he takes another drag of his long silver pipe. “Twins, get her a mask!”
“Where am I?” I query as I feel the presence of two figures slowly approaching me out of the dim haze. “Who are you people?” It feels wrong to be here, to witness this. It doesn’t feel right. I feel out of place and my body is begging me to run and my legs tremble like a fawn.
His brows furrow as he takes the tube out of his mouth, blowing smoke rings in my face. “Who are you to question me, Y/N?” He snickers as the “twins” catch my arms, placing a mask over my face as I struggle. “You are but another “Alice” to me. Take her to the ball, you two. The rabbit and the hatter are dying to see her, I’m sure.” They tie the mask around me successfully, leading me out of this room into the next one which I know is the one where the floor is a giant chess board.
“Please,” I plead with the good looking twins who march on like the loyal soldiers to this strange cause, “what is all this?” The music and the chatter and maniacal laughing is growing louder as we prance down the hallway with portraits of people who are dressed in all white and all red. “I just want to know…”
“Suppose we ought to tell her?” The taller of the two says after a moment of silence between the three of us.
“Suppose we ought not to.” The shorter one shakes his head as he carries on in the quest to take me somewhere. “Boss will be mad.”
“You are to be the belle of the ball.” The taller one says with a viscous boxy grin.
“The new “Alice”.” The short one with fluffy lips nods this time.
“Everyone keeps saying that, but I don’t know what it means?” I say as I hold my breath, about to waltz into the strange chess-board-like room.
“The most beautiful, wonderful, talented, special, magical-” The taller twin rambles on.
“The most perfect woman at The Wonderland Ball is called “Alice” until the next one.” The shorter one states softly as he inhales a giant breath. They both let me go, pushing me forward as the drapery of the simple heart-patterned curtain gives way and I am standing at the top of a grand staircase while hundreds of people from below all gasp and stare up at me.
As soon as I regain my footing a spotlight hits me and causes me to shield me eyes away from the bright light bearing down upon me. The upbeat music falls silent and I am acutely aware that I am standing here in my loungewear and not properly dressed to be at the forefront of attention this evening.
“And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for!” The voice that makes my hair stand up on end purrs as his lush lips soothe the microphone on the little stage they’ve set up for the jazz band to play on. Kim Seokjin, my eyes lock with his which dance with mischief, his smile greedy, dressed to the nines in a rich green suit. “The crowning of the belle of the ball, the apple of all our eyes, the one that shines brighter than anyone in the picture shows, Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!”
A roar of cheering, clapping, and brass music erupts as a white haired-man with a stretched, gummy smile that doesn’t fade takes my hand and leads me down the black and white staircase. The noises seemingly die in my ears as the man on my arm says nothing, grins like a cat about to catch a mouse in its claws. Time slows, people moving and waving at me become a blur as I see who is waiting at the bottom of the staircase.
Mr. Jeon Jungkook.
The man on my arm notices how tense I am and he ever so slightly turns his head and says to me in a deep voice, “They are not going to harm you. Jungkook is infatuated with you.” My cheeks heat up. “Seokjin is helping him accomplish his dreams because he signed his life away to the servitude of others for as long as he shall live.”
“Signed his life away?” I breathe, eyes never leaving Jungkook in a white waistcoat.
“You can’t get something for free in this world.” The cat-like man growls as we are almost there. “You’ve heard of an eye for an eye, correct?” I node slightly. “A soul of servitude so he can produce strange magic, according to him and the Red Witch of Underland.”
My heart nearly stops realizing what has happened. “The devil?”
“Bingo, babe.” The cat-man chuckles a deep rasp, sliding his arm away from mine. “Have fun.”
“Now you kids have fun chasing rabbits!” Seokjin’s voice crackles through the microphone. “Everyone, enjoy the last few hours of the wonderland ball!” More hooting and hollering echoes in the building as I am exchanged into Jungkook’s strong arms.
“I thought you’d never make it.” He smiles from under his white mask at me. He takes my hand and leads me to be embraced on the dance floor. Seokjin smirks at us as he begins to sing a popular pop song everyone swoons at.
“Would you like to tell me what this is all about?” I query with a sneer on my lips. “Why am I here? Why have you poisoned me?”
“I have not nor would I ever harm you.” Jungkook grips my waist tighter. “I merely gave you a strong sedative so that I could bring you to our wonderful palace.”
“Why?” I question as he twirls me around his outstretched arm.
“Because from the moment I bumped into you, you have been the only thing consuming my mind.” He earnestly tells me, sorrow coating his eyes. “I’m not sure what trap Johnny has ensnared or tricked you in but I very much hate seeing him lock you away from the world.”
“You’re wrong.” I state angrily, glaring at him.
“He doesn’t care about you. He likes to frolic about with diplomats’ sons, not farmers’ daughters.” Jungkook smiles at me.
“That’s not true…” I mumble, my eyes looking away from his red-rimmed ones boring down upon me. “I-I am marrying Jonathan for my own personal reasons.”
“Oh, ho?” Jungkook softly chuckles, leaning over, turning my gaze back to him as he gently caresses my cheek. “Do you really believe that, darling?”
“I do…I do! I-I came here willingly.” I tremble, my facade I’ve been trying to convince myself of this whole time crackling under the pressure of his words. “I l-love…” My words linger as I look beyond Jungkook, looking up to see, “…Jonathan…” walking toward myself in the middle of the dance floor.
“Jeon!” Jonathan says, Mr. Jung Jaehyun trailing behind him, eyes wide and scared when they find mine. The male in the waistcoat holding me turns his head to the noise, the brass music climaxing, the gasps of people Jonathan is stepping between couples dancing in the soft electric light from above - I feel like my heart is going to burst. My future husband pulls his arm back, fists clenched, ready to hurt Jungkook, and with an exhale I close my eyes fearing the worst was about to ensue.
The electric lights in the strange ballroom give out in the same second.
People scream all around me, a loud thud is heard and I feel like something unexpected is about to occur, the atmosphere heavy and full of invisible pressure.
“Release the jabberwocky!” A voice echoes as chaos ensues.
“Come with me.” A voice purrs, ripping me away from Jungkook’s arms. I feel almost empty as shouting and yelling break out in the middle of the dance floor. “I will protect you, Y/N, my crown jewel.” My stomach pits hearing him say my name, tickling my ear like the serpent that led Eve to eat the apple of her demise.
Kim Seokjin.
With a snap of his fingers, we are back in the room I started out this evening in and where my dreams always have me end at. I land on the bed in a huff and he ends up sitting upon the swing, looking at me with a triumphant smirk on his luscious lips. There is a certain air about him now that doesn’t seem so threatening, so serious now for some reason. Perhaps it’s him sitting upon the swing like that of a child? I haven’t the slightest clue.
“Where am I?” I demand, glowering at Seokjin from across the way.
“Curiosity often leads to trouble, my dearest Y/N.” Seokjin chuckles darkly, eyes roaming my body, a knowing look on his features. “I think before your marriage you are looking for a little trouble, if you catch my drift.”
Trouble…
My mind completely spirals remembering the scenes of people entangled with one another, their mouths working in tandem with each other, their slippery pink tongues entwined in a passionate battle for dominance. Mr. Jung Jaehyun’s face twisted in pleasure, moaning and mewling as his lover - my future husband - was thrusting vigorously.
A lightbulb finally goes off in my head.
“You want me to give into you both then my dreams will end?” My voice shakes as I query to Seokjin who continues to lightly push back and forth on the swing. “Then you will let me leave?”
His eyes flicker with a hungry vigor to them, gleaming in the dim candlelight. “Precisely.” His soft voice cuts the atmosphere like a sharp blade, leaving me with a chill radiating down my spine. “Let’s have some fun, “Alice”.”
“As long as you promise I am to be set free from all of…this.” I gesture around the room as he makes a come hither motion with his fingers at me.
“You have my word.”
Somehow, I don’t believe him, but I am desperate for any way out of this wretched place I can find.
So, I will use the body I was blessed with to the fullest extent.
I am a loyal woman. I step toward the man on the swing, my hands coming up to the ties around my chest and my waist. His eyes spark with a ravenous hunger in the depths of his orbs. I know that I am not doing a decent thing. Seokjin snaps his fingers again, all his clothes disappearing but his green top hat, vanishing before my very eyes. I know I am more than what I am succumbing to right now. But my stomach does feel hot and my thighs rubbing together is making me feel faint for some reason. My garments fall to the floor in a soft patting sound and I lose my breath in the same moment.
Don’t tell me I actually want this…?
I stand in front of him on the swing and I can’t help but bite my lip as my eyes roam his pale figure, tracing down his collarbones to his sculpted abdominal muscles he has been hiding. Did he sell his soul to the devil to become handsome too I wonder?
“So beautiful.” He revels looking at me unabashed, a wolfish grin spreading across his pretty face. Part of me wants him to touch me, to caress the underside of my breast, to trace the outline of my hips with his fingertips, but he doesn not.
I have to remind myself this isn’t for me. This is for the man that has been tormenting me.
“Get me ready for you.” Seokjin commands, smirk still spread across his face. I comply, dropping to my knees to be faced with a large member swinging forth from the middle of his legs on the swing. “And you will address me as “Sir”, understand?”
“Yes, sir.” I respond, biting my lip as I look from his eyes to his member once more.
“Suck.” He chuckles lightly, pointing to his middle and I can’t help but follow this simple instruction.
I don’t tease him, though I’m not really sure I know what I am doing in the first place. I swirl the flat of my tongue over his mushroom-tipped head several times. He moans in response, his hands coming off the swing’s ropes to hold my hair from my face as I swallow him further down my wet cavity. My middle aches and pulses, empty, missing something as I steady myself against Seokjin’s thighs.
“Good little girl.” Seokjin hums, his sound voice making me feel appreciated. The sound vibrating through to my own middle, making me groan around him.
I bob my head up and down his long length, enjoying the way he hums and gasps in response to my efforts. It’s a little hard to breathe I think as I continue my pace, nose hitting Seokjin’s pubic bone, smelling the most intimate part of him.
My dominant hand grabs his member at the base, working him in tandem with my mouth. Up and down his thick member I go, reveling in every twitch and rumble that flies out of his throat. The swing starts to sway with my rhythmic movements, bobbing him back and forth with vigor, tears climb to my eyes. The tip of him hits the back of my mouth, making me gag and choke on his wonderful cock. The heat was pooling in the middle of my stomach and I fear I am going to lose my mind. I pick up the motions of my mouth and hand, tears skating down my pinkened cheeks, his grip tightening around the base of my skull, digging into my scalp.
It burns… But, I also enjoy it. This feeling…so wet and tight and I feel so evil and sinful but the pleasure is driving me mad.
“Baby girl.” There’s warning in his tone as I pop off his cock in an instant, looking up to him with big worried eyes. His head was leaned back, not focused on looking directly at myself, but the feeling of my lips and fingertips. “Up.” He commands once more, head twisting back to a comfortable position to stare at me.
I scramble to my feet, missing the feeling of him in my mouth already, not to mention aching for him in the middle of my legs. I rub my thighs together for some easy friction, knowing that it won’t help me much at this point.
Seokjin moves his hand to stroke against his giant member in his palm and I lock my orbs in place on the slit of his cock where a clear liquid was oozing out. My mind is truly hazy at best, as I just stand there and watch him stroke himself up and down in a lazy fashion. I bite my lip once more.
I do want this. I am almost ashamed to admit that I want this man.
“Are you going to be good and let me use you?” Seokjin’s dirty words make my middle pool and contort with more of a raging fire.
“Y-Yes, sir.” I say again, cheeks hot and damp from sucking his cock moments ago.
His nostrils flare, his cock twitches in his grasp as he motions to sit upon his middle. “I bet you’re so wet for me.” He chuckles, smile darkening with his words.
Seokjin eases me down on his thick member, my hole so wet, so slick, allowing him to stretch my clenching walls in an easy motion. I gasp, eyes popping out of my head. My nails dig into his shoulder blades, back arching with his giant, twitching dick tight inside of me. I wrap my legs around his lean waist, his pale skin flexing in the candlelight with his movements as he stills, letting my hips sink down into the base of his cock.
“Baby girl.” Seokjin purrs, breath tickling my ear as he throbs inside of me. “I need you.” He growls, littering the crook of my neck with sloppy kisses. He positions us just so on the swing, readying us to begin when he deems necessary.
“P-Please use me, s-sir-r!” I mumble in the base of his neck, feeling high on this pleasure-filled pain.
“I live to serve.”
I gasp as he starts moving his hips inside of my center, bucking up into my body with a fevered pace instantly. The swing moves back and forth and I feel like the motion is going to make me feel his body sliding in and out of me too well. I cling to him for dear life, my grip surely bruising him or harming him in some way as he slides in and out of my slicked out center at a brutal rhythm.
Tears find my eyes again as he nips at my neck, marking me up with tender love bites. I’m a howling, moaning mess, losing my sanity. I am finally full of Seokjin’s girth, filling me up beyond desire.
Seokjin kisses my lips then in his, melting our mouths together in a hurry. He holds my face in his palms, grunting and groaning for me, and only me. His tongue enters my mouth in search of something unknown, moaning into my lips laced together with his hot mouth connected with my pink tongue. He rolls his saliva coated tongue into mine in haste, need seeping into my senses, consuming my thoughts as he thrusts up in me, using the swing as a propellant to ease us forward and backward.
“Feels…so-o..good~!” I moan in between our passionate kisses.
Seokjin just growls like a feral animal in response. The tip of his cock kisses my cervix continuously, brushing past a spot inside of me that instantly makes me quake. He rockets himself against me, rutting his body against my core in sync with his hips slamming into mine. Seokjin expels filth from his mouth about filling me to the brim with his seed, seeing my stomach swollen and full of his children, his warm breath hitting my ear making me shudder in response.
I can’t focus, my climax getting ready to pop at any moment. Wet noises fill the dark room, as Seokjin’s rough speed of his length in and out of my molten, wet center continues. My erect nipples swirl on his pale chest, circling quickly as he bounces me up and down his giant cock, swinging through the air like some sexual trapeze artist.
“Are you going to be good to me?” He asks me, smirk present in his tone, pace almost blinding now as he pushes in and out of me with a need so heavy and strong I can practically smell it rising from his skin. “Are you going to let me fill you up, my little doll?” Seokjin snarls into my skin.
“Pleaseeeee!” I practically scream, eyes flying open as he hits my center at just the right spot that makes me see white.
“Ah-ah!” He tsks. “What do we say?”
“Please, sir!” I mewl and gasp, thighs quaking in his hold, my juices squelching out of me as he continues to thrust into my sensitive molten core. “Seokjin!” I cry while he growls into the scorching skin of my neck inhaling sharply as he slams his hips into my shivering body. “Sir!”
Seokjin grunts, cock spurting his seed into me with a need so raw, so feral he finds his footing hard to maintain on the swing, stilling us from moving about, holding my hips tightly down upon him. He sucks harshly on my skin as he too shudders and grunts, biting down on the crook of my neck, stretching my clenching walls around his member as he fills me with his hot white seed.
My cries of pleasure fill the small room, my pleasure-filled haze coming to a close as Seokjin shifts us - still joined together - to the bed in the middle of the room. I hold onto Seokjin as he keeps his seed inside of me, feeling like I just had the ride of my life on top of him. My climax dies down, my first high fading away, fog around my brain being lifted temporarily as my nails rake over shoulders I’ve definitely marked up.
A cool, damp towel appears with a wave of his arms, stroking my middle with it delicat
Summary:The Windy City in the mid-1920’s is a spectacular of lights and sounds, roaring with the excitement of jazz music and swinging dance moves. Amid the brilliant stars of Chicago nightlife, there is a dark underground of secrets, mainly that being the mysterious Wonderland Ball you’ve been invited to participate in and be crowned the next “Alice”. What you don’t know is you may or may not be allowed to leave, per the Mad Hatter and a White Rabbit’s desires. So, daring and brave as you are, you decide to take a journey down The Rabbit Hole and come face to face with high society - people - as you’ve never seen them before.
Genre:Yandere; Historical Fiction/ Fantasy Based In The 1920′s; Smut; Thriller; Alice in Wonderland Inspired
Warnings:TBD
Pairings:Jeon Jungkook (White Rabbit) x Reader (Alice) x Kim Seokjin (Mad Hatter)
Release Date:February 14th, 9 o’clock Central Time
Author’s Notes:This is not going to be a historically accurate piece. As much as I am an advocate for research and learning about the times of old, I am only human and I am short on time researching in between my full time job. I have grown up and currently live in Chicago and I have never written a story about the Windy City before so here I am, writing to you about the wonderful city I call home. I am doing my best to stay true to my writing as well as make it as accurate as one can, but please forgive me if there are faults in this story!
We are not doing a collective Valentine’s Day event this year but the contents of this piece have been weighing heavily on my mind, so I asked if I could write this story for a little something-something. I hope you all enjoy it!
Written By:Admin
Save The Date, Wear A Mask, And Follow The White Rabbit Down The Rabbit Hole For A Delightfully Dreadful Time.
Synopsis: He was a bit odd, quiet, mysterious and studious, but you liked him. Found him more agreeable than some of your other coworkers. Besides, you were never the one to judge, no matter how strange the rumors around him were. This is why you happily accepted his slightly childish, secret Santa-exchange Christmas gift. And being so incautious is what caused your own undoing
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings:Attempt at Black Comedy, Yandere themes, Stalking, Obsession, Mentions of Smut, Riding, Orgasms, Voyeurism, Blackmail, Y/N Stupidity, Unedited
“Looks like someone’s had one too many Hawaiian-flavored shots again.”
Your coworker remarks at the girl in the distance hogging the karaoke machine and tearing her lungs out to Wham’s Last Christmas. You huff humorously at her and at your other colleagues who became shitfaced to overly spiked punch as an excuse to get loose in their normally constrained work environment. Some other time you would have joined them, but this week had been especially exhausting for you.
The supervisor, after zealously creating the holiday season itself, had sprained her ankle 2 days ago – leaving you in charge. As if it wasn’t chaotic enough thanks to her dedication for winter festivities, it was now all in your hands and the both of you couldn’t have been more different. Whereas she was Mrs. Claus wrapped in jubilant, giddy and imaginative red wrapping, you were a nonchalant grey piece of paper. Which is exactly what you decided to do with everything she had planned out for the office’s Christmas party:
Caroling? Those who want to sing can go ahead.
Gingerbread house competition? Literally not happening.
Secret Santa? Just give the presents when you can.
It may have been uninteresting but as long as adults had their alcohol – you eye the elated faces of your coworkers – it wouldn’t matter.
“___?” You jump slightly, spinning around when you heard your name being spoken in a low, almost intimate timbre.
Namjoon stood a few inches away from you, holding what looked like a present in both hands. Your coworker, Jin, raises an eyebrow at him.
“…Mm…this is for you.”
“Oh!” You were starting to think you had been left out of the drawing hat, “Thank you so much, Joon!”
Gently grabbing it from his arms, you hold it out and give it a little shake.
“Can I open it?” You ask, trying to follow ‘gift etiquette.’ He stares at you for a moment with an unreadable expression and makes you wonder if you had said something wrong.
“I would prefer if you wait until you got home.”
“Oh-uh, alright. Thank you.”
With that, he turns to leave.
“…Happy holidays, Joon!”
He shifts his head to give you one last look, a small smile on his plump lips.
“Thank you. Happy holidays.”
When he’s out of hearing range, you hear Seokjin sigh loudly.
“I mean…he’s hot but isn’t he kind of weird? It’s such a waste.”
“He’s not weird…”
“Girl, listen to this- you know the office slut?” He kindly refers to Lisa, one of the female secretaries, “She was all over him last summer until she finally got herself into his room. Turns out he lives in a fucking warehouse in the middle of nowhere! I don’t know exactly what she saw, but she’s been spooked out ever since and avoids him as much as possible. Like just last week, I was lurking around and thought I saw the both of them make eye contact while passing each other in the hallway and that poor girl! She looked as if she almost soiled herself.”
“Those are just rumors, Jin.” You roll your eyes at his exaggerated tone, “Maybe she got rejected? And as for Joon…I think he’s just a little shy.”
“Whatever. All I’m saying is don’t be too shocked if you find a woman’s head in that box.”
You snort at his ridiculousness, placing Namjoon’s gift on your work desk. The drinks you had before the party start catching up to you and you excuse yourself from Jin to head to the restroom. Once you’re in the stall, you sigh, placing your palm against the wall of the stall and leaning towards it. Perhaps you were slightly more tipsy than you had originally imagined.
Just then you heard what sounded like two pairs of kitten heels walk into the foyer.
“Fuck.” You mutter as you hear them talk about whatever the fuck. Social gatherings really weren’t your thing and you wanted to go home since privacy was nonapparent in this office. When you just about became mentally prepared to empty your bladder and scramble out of the building, you heard your name being called, pulling your attention away from the matter at hand.
“___ scrapped the Gingerbread house idea, isn’t it crazy. The supervisor lets her get away with so much even though they are worlds apart.”
Ah yes, gossip. How easy it was to spread misinformation. What they glossed over was the part where the supervisor hated your guts, however, you just happen to be two grown, working women who were able to reach compromises for mutual benefit. The gingerbread project was scrapped because you managed to convince your jolly boss lady that it was an impossible occurrence to accurately judge without her gingerbread expertise. And it was nothing but the truth.
“Well, whatever, I didn’t want to participate in that dumb event anyway. But you know what really irks me? It’s when she thinks she’s so special and unique.”
Special? When have you ever-
“She honestly thinks she’s so different.” The girl continues, “Plastered on the wall each time we throw an office party- whispering and giggling with men. Did you see her with Namjoon and Jin today?”
“Isn’t Jin gay?”
“That’s besides the point.” She sounded exasperated, “What I’m saying is that her lack of interest in everything makes her uninteresting! She may think she’s above us when she pulls all these stunts but she’s so boring, it’s almost painful to watch.”
“Pfft, you’re a bitch.” You hear laughter and the clack of compact powder before their footsteps retreat from the foyer.
For a minute you just stand there, thinking about nothing. Sure, you didn’t expect everyone to like you, but you were on friendly terms with everyone in your office. Even as a number 2, you’ve never raised your voice or demanded anything unreasonable. The saddest part was that you knew exactly who those two girls were and had conversed with them on multiple occasions.
You were definitely sober now as you felt a small prick of annoyance stab at your heart.
A girl who tries her hardest to not be like ‘other girls.’ A boring girl. Is this truly what people thought of you?
_
It’s not too late when you get home – but it feels like you’ve been away for ages.
You groan as you remove your heels, tossing them somewhere near the entrance area as you trudge further into your studio apartment. With weary arms, you throw the gift onto the bed and fling yourself besides it, listening to the mattress creak for a second before silence surrounds you once more. Although you decided to sleep as soon as you got through your door, you knew you would just overthink and confuse yourself by remembering what those girls said.
It shouldn’t matter…it was just casual conversation…not like they wanted to kill you or something, you rationalize. Also, if you were someone who cared so much for what others said, then you couldn’t have continued bearing such a laidback personality for this long, could you? Still, something about the confidence they had in their malicious words bothered you.
“Ugh,” You grumble, sitting up and placing the gift on your lap to distract yourself from all the negativity. Trying to clear your head, you tear open the bright colored wrapping as swiftly as you could. A smile crosses your face when you think about cold, silent Namjoon carefully handling vibrant Christmas paper over this box. Didn’t seem like him.
He always had a peculiar reputation around the office, but he was never anything but duly courteous towards you. Though you never thought much of anyone from your workplace, you did think well of him and his kindness. They denied it like crazy, but everyone had a crush on the smart and mysterious Namjoon, even Jin. You tear off the tape connecting the flaps together and carefully pull out whatever was inside. And that’s when you come face to face with a…stuffed teddy bear.
Really, just a regular brown bear with soft, fuzzy fabric – nothing fancy. Now you were even more confused. Did you ever give him the vibe of being a stuffed-animal lover? Actually, aren’t there some guys who give this kind of stuff to girls, like on Valentines? Joon probably didn’t know what to get you and went with something generic, you deduce.
You stare into its eyes. Plastic black orbs lifelessly leer back at you. When you began to feel oddly uneasy, Jin’s story suddenly flashed through your mind. There wasn’t a head in the box like he said, but it didn’t mean this bear couldn’t be an ominous gift.
What if…it had a small camera stuffed inside the layers of cotton like in those horror movies?
As soon as you conjure the question, you shake your head, cringing at your own thoughts. Just because some people found him disagreeable didn’t mean he was an actual creep who would do that. You, of all people, knew how quickly false notions spread throughout that office. If they were wrong about you, then they were definitely wrong when regarding the quiet Namjoon. He was a simple, introverted man your insufferable coworkers picked on and this was just an innocent teddy and nothing more. Exhaling through your nose, you were about to throw it back in the box and forget about it when a memory abruptly froze you.
“-she’s so boring, it’s almost painful to watch.”
Ok…as a rational individual, you know there’s no camera in this toy, you know that. But ifthere was a camera – it would mean Joon wants you in some fashion. Would you want to ~secretly~ watch a person you didn’t have a crush on? Exactly. If there was a camera, it would also mean… that when those bitches from the restroom see you, someone plain and inconsiderable in their eyes, be the object of ‘office hottie’ Kim Namjoon’s desire…
Wouldn’t they eat their own words?
The thought instantly sends endorphins throughout your brain. How satisfying. Little old, boring you being stalked by the sexiest, most capable man in the office.
“Hmph.” You smirk at the bear before looking around your room. There was a shelf on the wall facing your bed, stacked with some novels you read back in college. Pushing yourself off the mattress, you walk up to the shelf and lightly thrust away some of the books before placing the teddy bear on an empty spot.
This was silly, you think, gazing at the bear in amusement. Although you were certain there was no camera, the mere thought about spiting those women made you ignore all the red flags which were present in your head since you grew up as a woman in a male-dominated reality. Honestly, you were too caught up in your silly revenge dream to even care.
This was silly, but…strangely fun.
_
Since then you did everything which requires adequate privacy in front of the bear.
Sleeping, getting dressed for work, masturbating, changing underwear and even when you just had to get out of tight jeans and into sweats – you did it all in the once place you knew you had the potential of being ‘watched.’ For some reason, you couldn’t take these actions seriously. Everything was just a game to you and you were actually starting to have fun with the conception of someone observing you round the clock. You started to feel ridiculous sometimes, especially when you tried to act sexy each time you stood in front of your bed.
This was definitely something you had no idea you’d be so into. It was as if you were really beginning to believe there was a camera in the fucking bear. Well if there is – you hope Namjoon likes black underwear as much as you do.
“Nnh- ahh-” You moan as you slam down on your boyfriend’s stomach. He grunts in pleasure, tightening his hold on your flexing hips as you arched your spine out further. With your head thrown back, you slightly open an eyelid to peek over at the “spycam” teddy bear on the wall shelf.
A camera’s lens should be wide enough to catch this angle, right?
“___,” You look back at your boyfriend when he groans your name, suddenly remembering he was under you, “You’re so into it today.”
“Um, y-yeah…”
What else could you say? Tell him the truth about how you’re some pervert who’s currently getting off on the idea that there might be some creepy hot dude watching you bare-naked, fucking another man right this minute? ‘Yeah’ was the only logical choice of words you could invoke. Your boyfriend was a nice guy – someone you met on a dating app. You weren’t exactly looking for anything long-term, but you did want to get off without the hassles and dangers of a one-night stand. It’s been going on for two months now and although you don’t think ‘he’s the one’ or anything, he was calming to be around.
“Oh-oh cumming!”
You stare as his mouth becomes unhinged and his eyebrows knot in frustration. As you said, he’s a nice guy but you wish he wouldn’t look so strange each time he reached his high. If someone was watching you both, this kind of thing is embarrassing.
Wait, what? You stop moving on his dick as soon as the thought crosses your mind. Why are you even thinking about something like that? After a few seconds, the pressure on his chest releases and you mindlessly move off of him, joining him on the mattress. He glances at you in confusion as you stare at the ceiling.
“But you didn’t cum.”
“It’s fine, I’m not really in the mood.”
He sits up, head still turned towards you as he removes his condom, “Uhhhh…You sure?”
Instead of looking at him, you turn your head in the direction of the wall where the bear was placed. Dark orbs gazed back at you.
“Yeah.”
It was just a game to you, but it was starting to get strange.
_
You stretch your dormant muscles as you sit up in your chair.
It was your first day back from the three-day holiday break and you were already in a state of mental detriment. Existing in the same room as people who probably hated you was awkward. Not being able to accurately work through your sudden Christmas impulse of voyeurism also weighed you down. You passed out last night, but the first thing you would do once you got home is throw that stuffed bear away. The game had gone long enough, three days to be exact, and it wasn’t fun anymore. Not when you were involving others.
A part of you felt bad for Namjoon, but you’re sure he wouldn’t actually care.
His obsession with you was just your own delusion after all.
With a groan you get up, gathering the coffee mug from your desk. Maybe some caffeine would help you get it together. You slog into the breakroom, walking up to the freshly brewed coffee pot and pouring a large dose into your cup.
As you’re about to take your first sip, you hear the breakroom door creak open. You’re surprised to see Lisa, but she seems even more surprised – astonished even – when she meets your eyes. For a moment she just stands there by the door, not moving her hand off the handle as she leers at you as if you were a ghoul.
Any other time you would have been confused and creeped out, but right now you could only mentally sigh. Did she perhaps think badly of you as well? It would explain why she always avoided you.
“You should…stay away from Kim Namjoon.”
What?
“Uh…what?”
“I…you should stay away from him. He’s…to you he….”
You squint as the girl stares at the floor, struggling to form words. Why was she suddenly talking about Namjoon and you in the same sentence? In that moment, a look of assurance built up on her face and she looked back up at you, parting her mouth.
But then you see her eyes widen in horror and her shoulders stiffen as she takes a step back.
“Lisa?”
“I- uh- I have to go-” She says, sprinting out of the room before she even finishes her sentence. What the hell was that?
“Good morning, ___.”
Fuck, you recognized that low timbre. You spin around, almost spilling the hot brown liquid as you do, to meet with the one face you were dreading all day. Namjoon stood by you, holding onto his own mug and smiling at you quietly. After every stupid thing you’ve just done in the past couple of days, you really didn’t want to meet him. But you couldn’t abruptly run away either.
“H-hi…Joon…G-good morning.” You mutter, side stepping so he has better access to the coffee pot.
“Cold out, isn’t it.” He makes conversation and you hum along, taking a sip of caffeine as you dwell on how to run back to your desk without seeming too crazy. Namjoon continues to talk about the weather while your anxiety grows. Why were you suddenly so nervous? Were you maybe still delusional; convincing yourself about how he is madly in love with you?
He stops talking for a moment then, and looks over at you who is not present in reality at all. You don’t notice his dark gaze rake over your body nor his grin at your worry.
“You know,” He mutters, almost inaudible, “I do love black underwear as much as you.”
“Yeah.” You sigh in fake amusement, not really processing what he just said. Until you do.
It takes you a minute or two of staring at your coffee to finally register his words into your brain. You slowly look up at him, no traces of amusement or even the previous pointless uneasiness apparent on your current expression.
“What?”
“I said,” He turns his whole body towards you, “I do love black underwear on you.”
“I…” You take a step back, suddenly feeling very small next the man glaring at you, “I’m sorry?”
He raises his hand and fear instantly paralyzes you. When he touches the hair on your head with his fingers, you wanted nothing more than to shove him off and run away. Instead you were caught – irreversibly immobilized by the way he captured you in his gaze.
“Don’t look so surprised, didn’t you want me to see?”
A million and one curses just flash through your mind. This wasn’t real, this was not happening. He was not saying all this. You were probably lying dead next to your boyfriend and still dreaming. That had to be it, because there was no way. No way Namjoon was saying what he is currently in the middle of saying. It was a game; it was just a game.
“Honestly, I thought you would have thrown away such a silly thing as soon as you found it. Did you know it costed me a total of $30? I can’t believe such a cheap investment worked.”
Your breath hitches as you listen to him speak. Mom always called you a fucking idiot, but wow you were a fucking idiot. You were warned, you heard the rumors about him and you should have known. There was a difference between the gossip of drunk girls in the spur of the moment and the account of a very sober and concerned homosexual friend. Still, not wanting to face the present moment, you continue to deny it in your head.
“Nn- uh-” You move back, getting ready to make a run for it. Wishing Jin’s loud ass would somehow interrupt you both.
“I would stay still if I were you.” Namjoon smiles with a warning tone, making you halt, “You see I happen to have a lot of…information.Information which can end up in places it’s not supposed to. I’m sure both of us don’t want that.”
Tears prick the corner of your eyes. You knew exactly what he meant. He recorded you, he has footage of everything you did and he was threatening you. Every time you got undressed, slept, pleasured yourself and – fuck – you and your boyfriend. He’s seen everything. If those recordings end up online, you’d be finished. Forget about your boring girl reputation, if anyone saw those recordings, you wouldn’t even maintain a reputation to defend. And haven’t some women gotten fired over something similar?
“W-why?” You sob to him, not wanting to lose everything.
“Sshh, it’s okay.” He takes you in his arms, hugging you in a soft but firm manner. What else could you do but let him touch whatever he wanted. Although you couldn’t lie and say you were 100% certain the bear didn’t have a camera, you still passed it off as a joke. You messed up, bad. And around you stood the consequence.
“Aren’t holidays great?” He mumbles into your hair in a low, intimate timbre.
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A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! Have a wonderful day –
Synopsis: It started out harmless, careless and cute - it made you smile. Small trinkets and endearing presents scattered around your room to the tune of 12 days. But as the song went on and December reached closer to its end, you realized none of it was as it once seemed and lets just say…you weren’t smiling any more.
Your boyfriend sat cheerfully in the living room, humming to himself in a tune of a Christmas carol. He knew for the time that you had been speaking to him, almost nearing ten minutes straight, your tangent on everything Christmas was not ending soon. He knew that he should be paying more attention to you, rather, the words you were saying, but he couldn’t help the way his ears shut off and his eyes stayed glued to you.
Honestly speaking, Hoseok found it quite amusing. You were so focused in your own world, your eyes drifting upward as if you wracked your brain to think. He knew that the historical stories of ornaments was such a topic that he could fall asleep too, yet to see you so wrapped up on it made him once again realize just how cute you could be.
It wasn’t until he felt something wet brush against his neck that he jumped, looking over to see you peck his neck, moving up to his cheek. He chuckled as you poked his shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, laughing as you retreated backward, folding your arms.
“Oh, nothing~” You say dryly. “I was just checking if you were listening, and from your reaction, I can tell that you dozed off into your thoughts.”
With your arms crossed against your chest, Hoseok slapped both of his hands together.
“Please forgive me~” He cutely asks, laughing when your lips break into a smile.
“Fine, guess I have no choice.” You tease, taking a seat next to him and snuggling into his arm.
In your hand was one of the gifts Hoseok had given to you this Christmas season. It seemed that he wanted to follow the advent tradition, giving you a present every day. The first couple of days were small presents, the custom made ornament in your hand signaling one of them.
You loved how thoughtful your boyfriend was, making little trinkets that he knew would make you smile and blossom the love you had for each other a bit more.
And so innocently you believed in this expectation until one particular wrapped present was handed over to you from Hoseok’s hands.
“Open it up.” He smiled, like a child awaiting the next new thing. “This one is definitely my favorite.”
The box was neatly wrapped in red with a cute bow on the top. You took a seat on the carpeting near the Christmas tree, wincing as your gut told you something was off with the smell that lingered in the air.
You brushed it off, playing it off until your fears were confirmed true as the lid to the box popped open. Your eyes widened as you stared in horror at the contents inside. You didn’t dare to move, your mouth glued shut.
When you had the courage to look over to Hoseok who had taken a seat next to you, the look on his face was scary nonetheless.
He was… grinning, almost like he had just won a trophy from a competition.
Yet, when your fingers slipped and the decapitated fingers and head of a person you knew bounced in its container, you screamed. Your legs moved first and while you swore you jumped as quickly as you could, Hoseok still caught onto your arm.
“Are you feeling alright?” Hoseok asks worriedly.
You flinch when he reaches his arms out, Hoseok suddenly pausing. When you look up at him with wide eyes, you regret your decision.
“Y-you…” You gulp, almost losing your footing.
Hoseok smiles, but it’s not one of his typical smiles. It doesn’t carry the innocence and sunlight quality they always did. Before, his smiles could warm up an entire room, they could reassure you, and bring comfort when you needed something.
But the smile he’s giving you, it sent chills down your spine. It isn’t until he opens his mouth that his entire expression changes.
He sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes.
“Ahhh, what a situation you put me into.” He says loudly, until his eyes look back at you as if staring deep into your soul. His eyebrows abruptly furrow as frustration builds into every wrinkle of skin.
“Well?!” He shouts, slamming his hand against the nearest wall.
“What do you want me to say?” His voice drops down several octaves from his initial yell, becoming more of a soft whisper as he cups your cheeks.
Despite the trembling of your legs and how much your brain continued to tell you to run, you stared back at him. His eyes were cloudy, a certain darkness hovering overtop them.
Even if it was December, the air between the two of you grew colder. Time seemed to freeze as the home that the two of you stayed in grew unnervingly quiet. You could feel the thumping of your heart ring in your ears as you felt the palm of your hands grow sweaty.
“H-how… But why…”
Hoseok brought his face closer to yours, placing both hands onto your shoulders as he gripped them tightly. As he loomed over you, his expression was different from the anger from before. Instead, it was scarily still, his eyes only wide.
“It’s honestly a shame that it had to come to this… That you had to realize.”
When you remained silent, Hoseok only brought his lips down on yours for a kiss.
“Are you upset that I’m not the person you imagined me to be?” He murmurs softly, close to your ear. “I honestly believed that you would understand me. After all, you love me.”
“So…” Your voice trembled as you felt your eyes water. “All of that…really did happen? You really did those things to other p-people?”
Hoseok comes incredibly close, leaning his forehead against yours. His warm breath fans over your face as he smiles.
“Of course I did. It shows how much I love you.” He answers as a matter of factly, without a pause to think about his answer.
You didn’t know you could feel any worse, your stomach churning as flashes of blood and decapitated body parts flickered in your memory. It made you even sicker when you imagined the way Hoseok, without an ounce of expression in his face, did what he had to do.
“I love you.” He whispers, caressing your skin. “I love you, I love you so much.” He repeats again in a mantra. It was almost as if the words he was saying could not express his complete adoration for you. How could a word of devotion feel so flat?
He knew that no matter how long it took, you’d understand. As he embraced your trembling figure, he imagined the day where you realized that his actions of harming the people who had hurt you were the deepest way of expressing his unending passion.
Synopsis: YN’s always been a collector. She’s always had the desire to possess any and everything she’s set her heart on. So when she finds an item she’s been wanting for over a year, she jumps at the chance to finally have it, unaware of the trap that’s been set just for her …
AN: This turned out way different than I was expecting it to, but I hope you enjoy it! It’s also pretty fucked up so …
Collecting is in YN’s blood, she’s sure. Ever since she was a small child, she was drawn to items she found interesting - rocks, bouncy balls, figurines, etc. But as she got older and her pockets began to fill with money of her own, YN’s collecting habits skyrocketed. Common items that anyone could obtain just wouldn’t cut it for her anymore. She set her eyes on things that were rare - things most collectors could only hope to set their eyes upon in real life. It’s caused her to get quite the following online in niche collectors communities. People message her to try and buy items from her collection but she never accepts, not even when the amount of money they offer is astronomical.
Half the appeal of having something is the fact that other people want it.
But collecting rare and expensive items is not easy. YN spends countless hours every week scouring online marketplaces and thrift shops to find the items that she has on her wish list. Her constant hunt for things has taken her to a variety of places - she’s driven hundreds of miles to go to estate sales, taken flights to attend conventions, and once even dated a guy who was related to the original artist of a piece she wanted.
She was successful every time. There is no feeling as satisfying as the first time holding an item she’s been searching relentlessly for. But it always fades quickly and she’s on to the next thing, the desire to possess and collect overtaking her once more.
YN has done some pretty crazy things in pursuit of her collection, but non as crazy as this. It had taken YN over a year to find this one item she was looking for - a misprint of a novel written by an author who died two hundred years ago. Based on what people think, there are only about a thousand of them in existence. YN read the re-edited version of the book and found it rather dull, but there are people who are willing to pay over ten grand just to have it.
When she finally found one for sale, YN was quick to buy a plane ticket to fly halfway across the world to pick the tome up. She’s never been this far away from home, but the thought of getting the book pushes any anxiety she may have out of mind. YN has no idea why or how this book ended up in South Korea of all places. But she’s even more surprised by the fact that it somehow landed in a small second-hand shop in a back alley of Seoul.
Thankfully, when she called last week to have the book pout on hold for her, she found out that the owner speaks English very well, so she won’t have a problem communicating with him.
YN looks at her phone, following the map through a labyrinth of abandoned alleys. Snow is falling gently, reminding YN that today is Christmas. Usually, she’d be at home celebrating with her family, but she was more than happy to drop them for a chance to get this book.
A bell rings when YN pushes open the door to the small shop, the warm air hitting her face and knocking away some of her chill. The shop is crowded with tall bookshelves stuffed to the brim with a variety of random items - most of which are covered in a thick layer of dust. It’s clear that no one really comes here and YN absently wonders how it’s still in business.
“Hello?” she calls out.
No response.
YN huffs. She hopes this Yoongi guy she’s supposed to be meeting hasn’t blown her off, especially since she had to take the longest flight known to man to get here.
She makes her way through the shop, feeling like a bull in a china shop with how carefully she has to avoid random piles of merchandise and the occasional broken item crushed into the worn floorboards.
YN makes it to the back of the store where a small desk is pushed against a wall, a thin, somewhat ghostly looking man sitting behind it. His eyes are unfocused and earbuds are plugged into his ears. He doesn’t even register her presence originally. YN has to tap the desk right in front of his face to get him to focus.
“Oh,” the man says, pulling his earbuds out, “You’re that girl here for the book, right? YN?”
YN nods, trying not to let her annoyance show.
“Yeah, that’s me,” she says.
“It’s in the back,” he says, “Follow me.”
He rises and YN is shocked by how … pale he is. He nearly looks sick and YN thinks she can see his veins even under the terrible light.
“Are you feeling okay?” she asks him as he steps out from behind the desk.
“What?” he asks her.
“Nothing,” she says, retracting her statement.
It really isn’t her business. As soon as she gets the book, she’s going to leave anyway so it doesn’t matter.
The man looks her over and something about his gaze makes her stiffen. It’s uncomfortable. His eyes are almost lifeless, brown but dead like frozen mud.
He’s so creepy.
He turns without another word and behinds to walk to the other edge of the store where YN assumes the storage room is. Even the way he walks is weird. His footsteps are too heavy, loud in a way that’s unnatural. He barely lifts his feet, but she can almost feel each step in his ribs.
As soon as YN has the book and pays, she’s leaving, never to return.
Yoongi pulls a set of skeleton keys out of his pocket, taking one and inserting it into the ancient lock on the door. The mechanisms groan, nearly refusing to open. The door does unlock when Yoongi applies a bit more pressure to the key and he steps inside, becoming YN to follow her.
It’s pitch black inside, making YN’s heartbeat speed up astronomically. An icky feeling wells up inside of her, the same one that appeared whenever she had to visit her great aunt and go down into her creepy basement.
YN’s senses are hyper-aware. The air is stale in here, laced with a scent she’s never experienced before. It almost makes her gag but she forces herself to hold it in, not wanting to be seen as rude. A yellow light turns on overhead, flickering before finally staying lit. Yoongi is closer to her than she’s like him to be, but his back is turned, looking at the shelves built into the room. Even these are stuffed to the brim, absolutely filthy and covered in grime.
“The book is in good condition like you said, right?” YN asks him.
She’s going to be pissed if he pulls out a book covered in rat droppings and cobwebs.
“Of course,” he says, like it’s obvious.
YN doesn’t quite believe him. Yoongi moves deeper into the storage room, YN following him. There are a variety of things in here that pique her interest - small items that float in murky water, a collection of old stained knives, and a snow globe bigger than her hand. She reaches out to touch it, curious about the scene inside of it, but Yoongi smacks her hand away before she can touch it.
YN brings it to her chest protectively, startled.
“Don’t touch that,” he hisses out.
“Sorry,” YN says.
“It’s in the very back,” Yoongi says.
YN swallows, following after him as he gets even deeper inside of the storage room. She looks at the snow globe over her shoulders, looking at the fake snow that’s swirling around even though she never got to shake it.
This whole experience has been really unsettling, so when Yoongi stops and pulls a perfectly preserved book off the shelf, YN nearly sags in relief.
She reaches her hand out for it and Yoongi places it in her palm.
“You’re quite the collector, huh?” he asks her, his fingers still wrapped around the book.
“Yeah,” YN says, gently trying to pull it away from him.
His grip tightens.
“So am I,” he says, smiling at her.
His teeth are incredibly straight and perfect, a complete contrast to the rest of his sickly and generally unkempt appearance.
“That’s nice,” YN says, “Can I have the book now?”
“You know, I think the rarer an item is, the better it is for collecting.”
YN nods, agreeing and trying to decide if she should just cut her losses and run. But she’s looked for this book for over a year now and she finally has it in her grasp. She can’t give up yet.
“What do you collect?” YN asks, hoping that indulging him in conversation will get this experience to fly by faster.
“Figurines, mostly,” he says, “Though everything else in this shop is mine as well, none of it holds my attention for very long. My figures, though. I adore them.”
“I like figures too,” YN says, all of the hairs on her body sticking straight up.
“Really? Would you like to see my collection?”
“No thank -”
“It won’t take long at all!” Yoongi says, suddenly insistent, “I’ll show you and then we can get you checked out, okay?”
Yoongi pulls the book away from YN entirely, practically dangling it in front of her. All the warning bells in her head are going off, but her desire to have this book has her internally soothing herself. Plenty of collectors are weird or just bad at speaking to people. He’s probably just the same as them.
“Okay,” YN says after a moment.
Yoongi gives her that perfect smile again and then turns to walk back the way they came, stopping in front of that snow globe. He picks it up and the entire shelf groans, sinking inwards and to the side to reveal a hidden pathway. A draft wafts up and tousles YN’s hair.
To hell with it. This is too far. Just as YN turns on her heel, preparing to run, Yoongi’s hand grasps her wrist, his skin cold as ice.
“You wanted to see right?” he asks her.
YN’s never seen a man so creepy. Everything about him is off.
“I changed my mind actually,” she says, wetting her lips and trying not to panic as those dead eyes follow the movement of her tongue, “I don’t really need the book.”
“Nonsense,” Yoongi says, dragging her inside, “You simply must see it.”
He’s surprisingly strong to look so sick. YN digs her heels into the floor but Yoongi has no problem dragging her inside. The door shuts behind them and Yoongi pulls her crying and screaming through another maze of pitch-black hallways until he steps foot into a showroom.
Everything in here is impeccable. The floors shine and the lights overhead are bright. Her attention is immediately brought to the dozens of life-sized figures he has, each of them different. There are men and women, figures of all shapes, sizes, and ages. It looks like a creepily realistic wax museum.
YN doesn’t want to know why Yoongi has these figures. All she wants to do is go home.
“Please let me go,” YN says, tears streaming down her face.
“Let you go?” Yoongi asks her as if he’s genuinely confused, “Why would I let you go? You’re the final piece before my collection is complete.”
YN’s blood turns to ice. She turns her head to look at the figure closest to her, noticing the way its skin is too lifeline to be made of wax.
“Please no,” she begs him, trying her best to fight him off.
Just as she swings her free hand at his skull, he drops her and pushes her harshly, sending her straight to the ground, her skull smacking into the floor.
Her ears ring and the bright lights overhead blur her vision. She feels nauseous as she raises her hand to touch the blood seeping from her scalp.
“Damn. I’ll have to make sure that gets cleaned up,” Yoongi mutters to himself, annoyed.
YN is terrified on the ground, but the blood on the ground makes her look like an angel, one surrounded by a halo. Yes, she really will be perfect, the very last piece of his collection.
He’s been following her for years, countlessly one step behind her as she snatched up several of the items he wanted for his own collection. It pissed him off to no end until he couldn’t stand it anymore. Even the thought of that smug smiles she always wears in her YouTube videos sent him into an outrage, one that landed him his first figure.
It was an accident, of course. The woman in his store had been there and accidentally knocked over one of his shelves, crushing her underneath it.
She could have been saved, probably, but he’d never seen someone with a face like hers, so completely one of a kind, something he knew that YN would never be able to possess.
And so a new obsession started. He would lure people he thought were interesting into his shop and lock them deep inside of it, propping them up on giant doll stands when they submitted to him.
It made him feel so powerful.
But YN was still out there, still always one step ahead of him. And so he laid this trap, ecstatic to finally have her in his possession.
Yoongi leans over YN, watching as the light slowly starts to fade from her eyes. It’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, a true Christmas miracle. He can’t resist sinking to his knees, watching as confusion and fear swirl in her eyes. For once, his own gaze isn’t clouded, clear as a night sky, dark and absent of stars.
Her blood smears on his fingers but he doesn’t mind, taking YN’s face in his hands tenderly and painting her lips crimson. He kisses her then, sucking her final breath into him, stealing it and her life away.
For an hour he just sits there and looks at her, completely mesmerized. She looks so beautiful in red that he decides to dress her in it, carefully pulling a red dress over her forms. She’s heavy in his arms when he picks her up and takes her to the spot he’s saved just for her, a plush red couch where she looks like she’s lounging peacefully, her lips smudged with her own lifeline.
♡ summary: Your boyfriend cheated on you, when you confront him about it you didn’t expect to see him so broken.
♡Trigger warnings: soft yandere Jungkook, abusive behavior from readers part (physical and psychological), intercourse, blood, oral sex, suic1de attempt, manipulation, noncon, age gap of 5 years.
♡Song- JK POV: The Neighbourhood – WDYWFM
♡ a/n: I hope you enjoy it, this one has to be the most toxic dynamic I ever written, the ending was going to be so fucked up, but I changed it, anyways, please comment and dm for feedback, or Im also accepting REQUESTS, xooxox.
“Don’t touch me Jungkook!” you yelled at the teary face of Jungkook that was at the edge of a breakdown, you felt nothing but pity and disgust for the man the once made you laugh and feel heaven with his touch.
“Nuna, I just want to talk, please” he begged crying his eyes out, while instinctively getting closer to you, you stepped back unconsciously.
He started to panic more, his eyes swollen and red full of tears, Jungkook was shaking and started to slur the words that came out of his mouth, he was distressed and broken, no much time he has left until he can no longer keep it together.
There it was, your cheater boyfriend before your eyes begging for forgiveness, Jungkook could not keep his dick in his pants the time you spent apart, you had a one-week trip to Jeju with your friends, you weren’t expecting to fight the night before you went, but you also didn’t expect the way you boyfriend broke your trust and slept with someone else. You also were confused when you heard his sobbing at the other side of the line when he called you the third day of your trip, he made you abandon your friends because he was worrying you so much, the bitter truth later came out when he confessed the seconds you entered his apartment, he just immediately admitted what he did completely regretful but too late to mend his mistake.
Why he did it? You weren’t sure if you cared for the answer, infidelity was a boundary that was unbreakable for you and him too, and you promised yourself every time you started a new relationship that you won’t tolerate that shit to anyone, not even your perfect boy, Kookie.
It was a shock for you, Jungkook was the most dedicated boyfriend that you ever had, he always put you first, was the most eager for the future of your relationship, could not spent more than two days without calling you to tell you that he misses you and want to hang out, he was sweetest to you, constantly demanding the affections that the lack of could be the death of him. Men are all the same, you could only sadly conclude, you wished to notice the red flags.
Oh wished you did.
“Nuna, please, I was confused and blackout drunk, I hate myself so much, please forgive me, please, please!” he cried babbling, he was definitely upset about his actions, but you could not forgive his lack of self-control, you didn’t care for his instant regret and his immediate action after the treason, the damage was done and you could not see him the same way never again, trying to fix this mess only make you insecure of your boyfriend actions for the rest of the relationship, you would be better if you move on as quickly as possible.
“Jungkook, I don’t fucking care, while I was upset because of our fight, during my whole trip I felt awful, but you were getting drunk and fucking other girls!” you spatted at him, admitting out loud what he had done hurt you so bad, your decision of leaving him seen as the correct one.
“I just did it once, I hate myself so much for it, nuna, I was going crazy with you far away, I was so-“ he had to pause to sob “I was so fucking sad, you said a lot mean things, nuna” he tried to explain while crying his lip quivering “I’ll do anything, please, I’m so-rry”
The only thing you could do was shook your head disappointed in him, because it did not matter how upset you ever felt after a fight, cheating was out of the question, he only seamed to get more desperate.
“Nuna～” he begged trying to control his sobs.
“Jungkook, I just simply don’t want to continue listening to you, I just need to get out of here” you said to him cold as ice, while walking to his room to collect your stuff.
“You what?” he asked confused while following you, he found you packing some of the clothes you left at his house, after all you spend a lot of time together, you staying even weeks before going back to your own home. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING, NUNA?” Of course, at his altered state he tried to stop you from packing your stuff violently ripping it out of your hands, you wanted to scream out of frustration, but the best you could do right now was to leave.
“I’m leaving you, I can’t continue this after what you did” you tell him trying to get your bag back but he throw it at the other side of room in panic.
“NO! no, no, no“ he tried to calm himself to talk properly “Nuna you promised me-, you promised me you’ll never leave me, we promised we would overcome any trouble TOGETHER!” he screamed “I love you too much, I can’t-“ his speech was fast so you almost could not make out what he was saying.
“I said that, but both made clear that infidelity was a line that could never be crossed!- He dropped to his knees grabbing you by your waist his hands latching to your clothes ”Jungkook calm down, jeez” you could not help but to worry at his state,.
“You don’t understand, I don’t want to live without you, nuna- If you leave me, I prefer to be dead” he sounded so broken that it almost made you cry, somehow you did not react fast enough when he reached under his bed for his handgun, the one he told you he only keep as a memory of his late uncle.
Panic and shock impeded you to move of your tracks, he took the gun and pointed it to his temple without hesitation. You felt the blood leaving your body and how lightheaded you suddenly became.
“Jungkook, sweetheart, put that down” you manage to said as docile and complicit as you could, but he shook his head closing his eyes with force,
“NO!” He exclaimed unlocking the trigger, you felt your soul at your feet ”I swear to god I will do it, life doesn’t makes sense if we can’t be together”
“STOP! Kookie please! I-“ your first tears fell “I forgive you, baby, I forgive you” he opened his eyes looking at yours in search for hope “please, baby, give me the gun” you plead to him.
“Are you going to stay, nuna?” his pouted lip still quivering.
“Yes, I’ll stay here with you, we would find a way to overcome this” at this point you could say anything, whatever it took to keep him and you safe. He slowly pulled away the gun from his temple, and with shaky hands he handed it out to you, with equally shaky hands you took the gun and right away you emptied it’s whole capacity, bullets falling to the ground, while you put the weapon far of his reach. Jungkook right after jumped to your arms sobbing some more while apologizing repeatedly.
“Good boy, good boy” you whispered to him brushing his hair softly with your fingers, his jet black locks smelling so good like baby shampoo and little bit of him, you hold you both in this vulnerable moment.
His face in the crook of your neck hot tears wetting your shirt, his far stronger arms locked in very tight hold of your waist, your hands also caressing his back to get him to calm down, he breathed a few more times, relaxing at your touch, in this position you were not be able to notice the little winning smirk on his face.
“I love you so much, yn” he said to you in a voice so sweet like honey. ” You could change me, babe, I know I did wrong” you stopped caressing his back, realizing that you have to stay like this until he’s stabilized enough.
“Hmm” you hummed, without being convinced.
“Say it back, baby” he urged you separating and looking at your eyes, still fragile.
“I love you, Jungkookie” you felt like crying some more, but you repressed your tears.
“I love you too, nuna, I will always love you” he said to you hugging you again, this time in a more interesting position, he made the bold movement of kissing your neck, which took you by surprise, he pressed his body against yours, kissing your neck nearer to your face, and taking your hands putting them in his abs and finally laying them on his chest.
“Kookie, what are you doing?” you said nervous, started to feel aroused and confused at the other intense emotions.
“I want you, nuna, right now” he said, his hands pressing your waist, you almost let go a moan “You wouldn’t reject me, right?” he said this time kissing you, his tongue sliding inside your mouth making lewd noises he letting out a small whimper. Inside his mind, he was happy you fall into his helplessness gimmick; at the end he would get what he wanted.
“Wait, Jungkook, I don’t think we should-ah” you moaned when he grabbed your ass while biting your neck, you were so confused, but he was being so tempting…
“Nuna, are you wet?” he asked innocently, while sliding his hand in your pants, you felt his cold fingers make contact with your underwear rubbing your clit over the fabric of your panties, confirming your wetness “Are you getting off of this, huh?” he asked smiling so mockingly “You saw me crying for you, on my knees so desperate and you felt turned on by that, nuna?” he move skillfully his fingers through your slit “I almost kill myself for you, and you liked that” he chuckled “You are so sick, nuna” he whispered winning smile on his face.
You suddenly felt the contains of your stomach coming to your throat, no longer feeling any pleasure, you saw the full picture, the manipulation, the execution, everything.
Jungkook was fucked up in the head.
He continues to pleasure you while kissing you, so he was surprised when you pull him apart.
“Baby?” he asked confused, big doe eyes blinking.
“Shut up, and on your knees, now” you ordered him, he hesitated at your instructions” Now!” you repeated and he obeyed.
“Face me” he looked at you immediately, you proceeded to hit his face as hard as you could, you knew he could take it. The dry sound of the slap echoed through the room as the face of Jungkook turned by force of the hit saw you disconcerted.
“Nu-“ another slap as hard as the first one arrived to his other side, this time a string of blood descended from his nostril.
“What the FUCK is wrong with you, you damn creep!” you hit him again and once more, just to grab his now again tearful face and spit with disgust. He cleaned the saliva mixed with his tears with his shaky hands, no smile on sight.
You sighted and put your hands on your hips, desperate to get out of that situation.
“You could have only…” he started to say with the most softspoken voice.
“You can stand up, or whatever” you interrupted him with a gesture.”Ahg you’re such a mess” you watch the shocked figure of Jungkook standing before you, blood reached his lips, his eyes wet full of tears and some of your own saliva, down in his sweatpants a big hard erection.
“I-I couldn’t help it, nuna, I…” he stuttered, again the pity took over you, also the horror, you don´t feel safe with such unstable individual and gun nearby, the next steps were crucial.
“It’s ok, just do something about it” you managed to say, he looked so lost.
“Can you help..me?” he bitted his blood tinted lip “Can you take care of it, n-nuna, please?” he said softspoken.
You didn’t want this situation to escalate but also you didn’t want to lose control, he could turn around at any moment.
“You are not allowed to touch me while I do it” he laid on his bed and pull his sweatpants off, leaving you to it, his long cock jumped to almost reach Jungkook’s bellybutton pre seminal liquid on the tip, not enough to lubricate, so you spited on his cock making him pant, you started pumping it, there is no way you give him oral after all the shit that you just went through.
He was enjoying it, moaning and moving his hips while you pump his cock.
“Feels so good, nuna” he said breathing heavily, with a little more pressure and with a faster pace you knew he was about to cum, soon enough he could not resist to take your hand to add more speed while he reached his orgasm, white spurts of his cum landing on his stomach. Your hand was covered on it too, on his face pure bliss.
“Clean yourself, I’m going to get me a glass of water” you said to him, he nodded and cleaned his semen with some wipes he had beside his bed, you went to the kitchen after washing your hands looking your reflection on the mirror, the dreaded look in your eyes made realized that you needed a plan.
You drink fast the water thinking, thinking and thinking.
You knew Jungkook had sleeping problems, sure there is a prescription pills somewhere on here, if you can manage to make him sleep soundly, then you could remove yourself from the situation without resistance. But the figure of Jungkook appears all of the sudden, interrupting your thoughts.
“We both are on edge, but it’s ok babe, soon enough everything would be just as before” he kissed your cheek missing out how you flinched.
“Yeah” you replied. “I actually was going to suggest that both rest separately to process what just happened, I’m gonna prepare some tea” you said trying to sound convincing, he nodded and went to his room.
You search through the cabinets looking out for the sleeping pills, you were about to give up but at the last attempt bingo!
The chamomile tea mixed with the drug was unsuspecting resting on a mug that you later extended to Jungkook that drank it without second thoughts, you waited 40 minutes and there it was Jungkook resting face, so perfect.
Who would suspect of his bunny like features?
You got no time to lose, you searched for the number of Jungkook’s brother and give him instructions to take care of him, you packed you stuff and took away the gun and bullets, with hurry you left everything behind.
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A couple of months had passed since your dramatic break up with Jungkook, you had to block him and rent in another place, you wanted as much distance as possible, it made realized your relationship was never a healthy one, though Jungkook appeared as the perfect boyfriend, you noticed that his attachment was excessive and there were several behaviors that you took as he caring about you but in reality he was controlling you and manipulating you, but are not going to confuse love with fixation anymore.
You did a lot of growing and processing the very tragic way in how things ended between you and him, he did try to go after you, of course, but you did your best to have a low profile, putting yourself on hermit mode until you moved on, wishing Jungkook could do the same.
But he actually did the exact opposite.
At your residential flat, in a relaxed Friday night, all the university students that lived in there were out partying, you preferring to slug on your couch watching some movies instead, you were so immerse that you did not hear the door opening and how Jungkook approximated near you, it was until he presented himself before you that you almost feel your soul leaving your body.
And boy, he changed, the fragile looking self was gone, instead this stoic tough exterior took its place, he dressed all black, he was wearing a trench coat as well, leather gloves, he looked terrifying in fact.
His dark expression glaring back at you, making you shiver of fear. What in the world could he be doing in your flat, in the middle of the night dressed like that?
Looking so good but also like the devil himself.
“Goodnight, yn” he spoke, tone low and playful.
“Jungkook?, what the hell are you doing here? How did you enter the house?” you questioned while sinking in your couch hoping to be teletransported to another place.
“Are you serious? Five months playing cat and mouse with me and still have no clue, silly nuna” he mocked you taking a seat in the chair next to you.
“I wasn’t playing anything, I left you and move on” you told him, as you saw how he crossed his legs, he was amused.
“It’s that so?” he chuckled; you were starting to get pissed off.
“Look Jungkook, I got time to think and I came with some conclusions that would be more than appropriate that you listen to” you said, he didn’t fail to notice your condescending tone.
“I’m listening, nuna” he said to you getting comfortable in his chair.
“What just happened the last time we saw each other was just proof that this relationship was doomed from the very beginning, to start I’m convinced that you are not necessarily in love with…me” you said pointing at yourself, he raised an eyebrow his expression remained dark and unreadable.
“What are you even saying” he scoffed bitterly.
“I mean that, you were clearly going through some stuff and I happen to be in the right place and time, but if i weren’t available at that moment it would be another girl that would be at my place!” you accused.
“Bullshit, I could NEVER love anybody to the extend I love you; you clearly can’t even comprehend it, you abandon me after all” he spitted to you, resentment noted on every word he spoke.
“That’s the thing, whatever qualities you attribute to me are not REAL, Jungkook, I cannot save you, I am not made for you, you don’t need me, and I don’t need you, whatever happened to you, there are better ways to cope, I can even help y-…” you stopped speaking when Jungkook took out of his trench coat and took a new gun and pointed it at you, he unlocked the trigger.
“Ugh you are so annoying sometimes” he said with a gesture “thinking you talk so eloquently, rambling about how I have this and that, but you don’t see yourself in the mirror, nuna” he said with defiance.
“Jungkoo…”
“Shut the fuck up” he demanded with a yell standing up “You are a sadist, with your fucking gaslighting and lies, you are also refusing to believe that i love you, rationalizing my behavior so you can only conclude that something in not working right in my head” he touched his temple with the gun but pointed it back at you again “But I mean it, when said it, you are a sick fuck.” And he laughed manic at his accusations.
You were fucked, there it no way you’ll make it, he was completely lost of any salvation.
“Don’t you see it?!” you sobbed desperate “This is not love, you just have to-“ a slap hit your face, it was not that hard but it made your face burn.
“I had enough of your shit talk” he grabbed your face “If you keep saying the same bullshit, I would made sure you cannot talk back at me never again” you stopped sobbing and nodded numerous times. “Kneel” he demanded and you obeyed, now with the exchanged roles as the last time you saw each other.
He grabbed your face once more so you could saw him. He took off his trench coat, he was wearing a suit without the jacket beneath the piece of fabric, he looked so powerful and contrasting with the usual sweet image that you were accustomed to, with one leather gloved hand he took out his cock through the zipper of his pants, flaccid but still big.
“Suck my cock, slut” he demanded grabbing your hair and pulling closer to him pointing the gun to your head making you flinch, your shaking hands took his dick and you look at him once again. “Don’t act innocent now, whore, put it in your mouth and suck” he instructed you with impatience, you put his cock in your mouth and he grabbed your head forcing all his length to your throat making you gag when after a few trusts in your mouth he was fully erected, he was watching closely your tears and red face completely overwhelmed, he was getting off of your condition.
He wanted to humiliate you, sink your dignity, reducing you to a pathetic object for his pleasure that he can use and toss aside.
But you could not simply succumb to his petty games to break you, something inside you was fighting and screaming.
He was almost lost in his pleasure, breathing heavily and occasionally moaning on a low tone cursing at the movements of your mouth.
You pull his dick out of your mouth, look at him with a smile on your lips catching his attention.
“You are pathetic, Jungkook” you said masturbating him. “You cannot resist the temptation of reversing the power dynamic, can you?” liking the tip just as he likes it, making him moan. “No, your ego is too fragile for that” you took his cock in your mouth sucking and masturbating with your hand, you knew what bottoms to press to make him worked up.
“Watch your fucking mouth” he said thrusting his hips, fucking your mouth and you take it looking at his eyes. You knew he was close, so you put your hand on his abdomen grabbing his white button shirt for support, he left a heavy sight while you feel all his body tense.
“Fuck, yeah” he grunted leaking his cum inside your mouth, you felt the hot liquid but did not swallow it, at his shock you spited his seed to the ground, wiping your mouth and making a disgust expression.
“I should had called the cops when I could” you added, before your eyes was a disconcerted Jungkook which expression darkened once more, he zipped his pants, dropped the gun and lifted you with ease, he hold you in his arms while waking to your room where he gently drop you on your bed sitting beside you, looking at your eyes, lost.
“What now? Are you going to rape me?” you questioned, he could only lower his gaze.
“Nuna, please, I could never…” he spoke…soft.
“Shut up, Shut up!” you exclaimed indifferent “If you are going to do it, do it fast” you sentenced.
He just hugged you, hard, you wrapped your own arms around him, you felt his tears wetting your clothes, you closed your eyes holding him while he quietly sob.
“Nuna, I’m sorry so much” he said to you hugging the life out of you.
“I know” you said to him.
“Why it’s so difficult to understand that I’ll do whatever it takes to be by your side” he confessed “these past months felt like already pull the trigger, you are my only happiness, only you”
“Right now, it’s not the time” you said to him trying to convince him.
“What do you mean?”
“We are both not ready to be with each other we need to heal first, Jungkook” you told him pulling apart to watch his expressions. ”Can you do that, darling? Can you wait for me? Can you change?” his eyes blinked away the tears full of hope, he nodded while wiping his face with his fingers.
“I can do everything for you, anything you ask me” he said with firm tone, you smiled at him and leaned over to peck his lips, he was smiling too.
“Then it’s a deal” you said to him, he out of excitement pull you to his lap to hug you again, he do it so quickly that your core made friction with his thick thigh, you felt the familiar pleasure on your lower stomach, well it would be only fair since the fact that came and you didn’t, let’s take advantage of your poor situation as well, you positioned yourself better on his lap his bulge directly aligned with your core and you rolled your hips he looked at you this time.
“Yn?” he asked confused while you kissed his neck.”Babe…”
“Jungkook, touch me, please” you pleaded while grinding on his lap, he moaned at your request and immediately took your shirt off (the only piece of clothes that you had on) and warped his mouth around your nipple sucking it soundly, you whined. Did you forgot to mention the incredible skill that Jungkook possessed?, while stimulating your nipples he slided his long fingers through your underwear, introducing it to your pussy, one became two then three, he was driving you crazy.
“Ah Jungkook, yes” you moaned feeling your orgasm arrive, head in the clouds, you laid on bed, ripping off your panties, while he took his clothes off to be fully naked, he was hard again. “Wait, in my wallet there is a condom” you instructed him while he looked at you raising his eyebrows, you rolled your eyes “I always have a condom on my purse, I did this even when we were together” he found the condom and put it on placing himself at your entrance quickly introducing the tip, your pussy reacted sucking him in, making you both moan, soon all his length was inside you, he took a moment to make eye contact with you.
“I missed this so much, nuna” he said to you, giving you a peck before starting to move, he was doing a stable pace than he later slowed to pull out and get back inside, you were a whining mess and he was proud of it, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, you felt your high near and started to get needier.
“I need to- I need too…” you couldn’t speak properly, so you took action flipping yourself over getting on top of Jungkook ridding him fast as the waves of pleasure were closer and closer. Jungkook moaned your name repeatedly while you both came, exhausted you collapsed on top of him, full of sweat, he caught you and pull you to his side, and cuddling you while yawning, falling asleep in each other arms.
Of course you said whatever it took to gain his favor, he had a gun for fucks sake! You will eventually call the cops but only after he goes away as he promised, harsher measures need to be taken for your own well being, at least you could say you had a proper closure with your psycho ex boyfriend.
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A year and a half passed since the last time you saw him, when you ended the most toxic dynamic you ever had, you had to call the cops eventually and get a restraining order, it was the best option available and until now it has worked pretty well, though the fear of him coming back is still engrained in you like a burn scar.
You had to find another place to live, change jobs and get accustomed to your new reality in a very short time, but it worked out. You now had a job in the flowershop and a small and cozy apartment downtown, you live a quiet live without much stress and you were looking forward to try dating again, maybe this time you could be happy.
So one day, during your shift at the flowershop, you saw how a very expensive car parked outside the store, and the figure of a young man in suit came out of the car, your curiosity banished replaced as horror when you recognized the man that you had put an restraining order. Jungkook walk to the store looking his best self, with a confident pace he went straight to the counter to be face to face with you, he took a few seconds to stare at you and then he smiled looking absolutely stunning with his wide grin and soft features, but you could not let yourself admire him because you know his true nature.
“Hello yn-ie, long time no see” he said to you as it was so natural for you both this reunion.
“Jungkook, you know I got an order against you, so I’d be nice and not call the cops but you have to go now” you said very fast before the nerves attack you, he chuckled and shook his head as he was hearing the rambling of a child.
“Oh yeah, that little trick you pulled on me” he added “I came here to buy some roses, didn’t expect to see you at all” it didn’t sound convincing.
“If you only want the roses that’s ok, but you have to leave immediately after” you said to him but he looked away, you asked for specifications and he instructed you to give him a rose bouquet, you quickly did what he ask you and when he received the roses his hands quickly brushed yours
“That would be 10 thousand won, please” you said to him, he pulled a 100thousand bill and hand it out to you, he insisted to you keeping the change. As you suspected he didn’t leave.
“Okay I may have lied, I do want something from you” he said to you.
“No” you responded without hesitation.
“I want to have dinner with you, there is a place I want you to know” he said to you ignoring your previous response.
“I said no” you sentenced.
“If you don’t want to see me ever again after this, I would gladly comply but you have to go with me first and just talk, there is something important I have to tell you” he said to you serious, it was so weird to see him after all you went through, he was a stubborn bastard and you knew there was no way he took a no for an answer, so you accepted to just get over that, you hoped, forever.
He took you to a exclusive restaurant that just opened recently, you felt so out of place with your casual work clothes you were wearing, but Jungkook pay no mind and insisted to take you there, besides you he looked like he is worth millions, you two look like a mismatching pair.
During dinner the conversation was superficial, he mostly talking about his new career path and trivial stuff, you silently nodded and made occasional commentary, getting a little impatient at his anticks.
“It’s nice to see how you have grown, I’m glad you been doing ok, I really do” you said to him, he eyes sparkling at your praise.
“I had to step up, nuna, i never forgot what were your conditions to get back together, I did my part” he said to you, you sipped your wine.
“I put a restraining order, Jungkook” you said to him serious.
“You did it impulsively, I will forgive you for that” he said sipping his wine too “Now we are different people right?” he added, you looked to the ground, your instincts are telling you that he didn’t change at all, a year could not possibly be enough for him to recover from his issues.
“I don’t know” you honestly responded.
“But you see me in another light” he said “And if you don’t, I can prove you I changed” he said.
“Jungkook, I’m not sure” you told him but he didn’t change his expression.
“Let me please prove you, yn, give me a chance” he looked at your eyes “without pressure, let’s know each other all over again”
You agreed, and for the past weeks Jungkook and you hang out casually, he did seam different but he there were still some characteristics that never changed, fortunately only the good ones remained. Jungkook had better economic position, he no longer had a regular lifestyle, so your hang outs were in places you never been before. Overall you knew what his ultimate intentions were, he always was upfront, and made you clear with actions that he want you back, but you were confused, he did change but you still cannot forgive the things he did in the past, a year ago you may have considered it, but maybe it was time to move from this.
Well your constant contact with Jungkook eventually lead to you getting drunk one night, he kissed you and you let him, not sure why. He always was a good kisser, you just let yourself go in the moment, little by little you two started behaving more and more like a couple, you did let it go that far when you shouldn’t, so one day when you were having dinner in a private room, he handed you a check, when you saw the ridiculous amount, you saw him with a confused expression.
“What’s this for?” you asked him, he smiled and the responded.
“It’s for you” he simply said.
“Are you trying to buy me?”
“I’m just showing you that I can take care you, princess”
“You don’t need to take care of me”
“But nuna, of course I need to” he said to you serious “You don’t have to work anymore in that shop, I’ll pay all your bills from now on, let me provide for you” he added.
“I did not ask you for money, and why do you have to provide for me?” he rolled his eyes.
“Fine, stay in your little job, but when we get married I don’t want any protest” you reacted immediately.
“When we get married?” you repeated.
“Yes”
“Jungkook, I…”
“Yn, where is this heading? You like me again, you kissed me and I bet you miss how I fuck you too” he started to say “Then we get back together, the next step is obvious”
“Marriage?” you scoffed “I think you need to calm down, you act like the past two years never existed”
“There is no use into bring the shit we went through” he added sipping his glass of whiskey.
“I’m thinking this better, we are like magnets we attract each other so easily but maybe we just don’t work in the long run, that’s it”
“Nuna, I thought that we making progress, why you can’t have faith in us?” Jungkook exclaimed “There is nothing more real than the love I have for you; my change is the proof”
“But I hurt you and you hurt me”
“That’s the past”
“I cannot go through another tragic situation, where we both are get traumatized, I just want a healthy relationship” Tears escaping your eyes, he got up from his seat and sat beside you pulling you close.
“We can be healthy; I know we can” he said kissing your forehead “I love you”
“Jungkook, should we try this again?”
“Of course, princess” he said to you sweetly “We belong together”.
