Make You Know Love

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A03

Pairings: ot7 x female

Warnings: N/A

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“Accept it without arrogance, let it go with indifference” — Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Anastasia felt a heavy sense of deja vu as she lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling while trying to figure out what was going on. She didn’t have terribly high expectations of the outcome this time, though.

She knew her relationship with Jungkook was worth a lot, enough that he wouldn’t drop her like a hot potato. Probably.But she was no longer sure if that was the best choice for him. She didn’t want to jump to conclusions and become some self-sacrificing burden, but she remembered the last time Jungkook chose to stay with her. For a while, she’d wondered if he’d ever make it out of the dark haze that overcame him. Whatever happened, she never wanted to see him like that again.

But this was all worst-case scenario, situations conjured up out of anxiety and a bit of ‘leave him before he leaves you’. If she looked at it realistically, the men all clearly loved each other and would likely work things out. After all, there was no way seven men were that close without having learned to put away their pride in favor of staying close.

Andbest-case scenario, the six were gone in a week and things could go back to their regularly scheduled program. Though she didn’t have high hopes of that coming true, nothing was ever that easy when it came to relationships, especially one as unique as theirs.

Because their relationship wasunique. She’d hardly spent any time with them, but it had already been enough for her to notice. They maneuvered through and around each other like the perfectly designed machine and she was the wrench that just got thrown in — derailing everyone.

She didn’t know what to think about that, honestly. Cleary Jungkook had had quite the life before her and he’d told no one. What was she supposed to think? A relationship too personal to share, but now he was forced to.

On one hand, these people were bound to come up eventually, if she and Jungkook were really to stay together as they’d always planned, but on the other hand, she found herself wishing it’d all been revealed in a better way. She imagined Jungkook felt the same because as much as he seemed delighted to have the six others with him, there was a hesitance to how he acted now. A fear of something — probably her reaction to howthey were so close and whothey were to him.

The curiosity burned inside her, but she would be patient. For Jungkook, she would be patient.

Her mind wandered back to what they were doing right then. How were they reconciling? When Taehyung had lunged at Jungkook earlier, the action, although filled with outrage, hadn’t seemed malicious.He hadn’t wanted to do any actual harm to the younger, only express the emotions inside of him. But the concern was…would that rage escalate?

Jimin had been ready to stop Taehyung, but would the others lend a hand? Or would they turn against Jungkook? She couldn’t predict the outcome.

An hour passed with these thoughts, then two. At the start of the third hour, there was a knock at her door.

Anastasia wasn’t sure she was ready to face what was on the other side, yet. She hadn’t decided what she wanted, what she was okay with, or how she should act.

Slowly and nervously she approached the door, peeping through the peephole just to be sure that it actually was Jungkook. What she found felt worse than if it hadn’tbeen Jungkook.

It was Jungkook and company.

Steeling herself, she took a deep breath and opened the door. Jungkook’s presence, as always, made her heart beat too fast and her stomach do flips.

“Hey, Taz,” he greeted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, a somewhat expected reaction from him.

“Hey, Kook,” she returned. “Taehyung, Yoongi,” she nodded stoically as they filed in after Jungkook.

They gave small bows in return. She probably should have been surprised at their polite demeanors, but as she hadn’t had any expectations of the turnout, she just…wasn’t. She did feel some relief that no one was trying to bite her head off anymore, though.

Cautiously, she eyed Jungkook’s body language, and, once again, shewas who he seemed most concerned about. But why?

Many possible scenarios crossed her mind, but she couldn’t confidently settle on one. What was he thinking? What was the secret?

They all stood in silence for a moment until Jungkook explained their presence.

“I, uh, mentioned that I was gonna bring some food over to you and Taehyung asked to come. He wanted to apologize,” He explained, the most confident he’d been the entire encounter.

Anastasia looked Taehyung up and down skeptically. She also wanted to ask why Yoongi was there, but she didn’t think it was important enough to.

If she was being honest, Taehyung wasn’t even the one she cared for an apology from. He hadn’t been particularly likable, sure, but that just seemed like a personality trait at this point. Jimin kissing her without permission was the thing most weighing on her mind, Taehyung not liking her felt pale in comparison. She appreciated the sentiment either way, though, however suspicious of his motives she may have been.

“Alright,” she didn’t know what else to say. In the back of her mind, she wondered if being so short would offset Taehyung, but there wasn’t much change in his expression.

“I’m very sorry for the way I’ve been behaving,” he began, his dark eyes meeting her’s straight on, “I hadn’t seen Jungkook in so long and it felt like you were trying to steal him away”

She had a hard time meeting his gaze, his body language and expression becoming submissive like a child’s. She had to keep in mind all the things she’d noticed about him up to that point, the biggest one being how manipulative he was. Jimin too. There hadn’t been a time since she met them that they hadn’t been playing the room to their advantage, even if it was for something as simple as a bite of food.

Knowing this, she wondered if she should still forgive him. If his apology was an implication that he would behave better (even if only on the surface for Jungkook’s sake), then it would be beneficial for her as well. Likely, after this, he would just avoid her entirely.

“I forgive you,” she decided, still keeping a somewhat straight face. She was aiming for civil, not friendly, after all. “That food?”

Jungkook grinned knowingly at the quick subject change and held up the bag of food, “Yup!”

**

Time passed quicker than she would have imagined and it wasn’t even an entirely unpleasant experience, what with everyone behaving themselves. It hadn’t taken very long for the other four to find their way over, probably following the food. Or Jungkook, she wasn’t sure what was more likely.

Things quickly became chaotic with the slowly growing company in one room, but she still managed to catch Seokjin quietly coming, placing her backpack silently by the door. Before she could comment on it or thank him, Jimin waltzed in with more elegance than any human had a right to possess.

She couldn’t help how she tensed up, the memory of his lips on hers feeling all too real. She was annoyed with him, she was, but she also found herself staring at him throughout the evening. For someone who insisted they didn’t like him, she was way too interested in the way the muscles in his legs flexed as he slowly lowered himself to the floor a few minutes later, distracted by whatever Namjoon was asking him.

She jumped when she felt a light hand on her waist, quickly diverting her gaze. Had she been caught staring?

“May we use your dishes for the food?” Seokjin asked politely, motioning to where Hoseok was already helping himself to her cabinets.

Her eyes widened and she rushed over, “Here, lemme help!”

“Thank you~” He sing-songed as she showed him where the plates were kept. She tried to ignore how endearing that was.

Pulling away to let him grab what he wanted, she noticed Yoongi fishing through her drawers for, presumably, utensils.

He was inches away from opening her junk drawer, where she shoved every miscellaneous screw, lightbulb, pen, paper, coughdrop, and even sometimes mail that she didn’t have a home for. Lunging for his hand, she yanked hard — too hard — causing him to lose his balance and stumble into her, sending them both to the floor.

It took her a second to catch her breath and a second longer to realize that he was on top of her with their legs entangled. Their eyes met and the world faded out for a moment until he unexpectedly dropped his forehead to her chest and muttered a low ‘fuck’.

The warmth of his breath danced across her clavicle, making her shiver as a thousand little bumps appeared on her skin.

She could feel the power in his arms as he pushed himself off her, a whoosh of cold air running between them. Hoseok, who had been laughing hardily at their expense, bent down to help them up.

It took Yoongi all of one second after they were both upright to leave the room and Anastasia had the nagging feeling that she should go after him and apologize, but she ignored it and turned to face Hoseok, who was still grinning ear to ear. At least his snickering had subsided.

“You okay?” he asked, unable to help the giggle that bubbled up as he brushed the hair that had fallen in her face back behind her ear.

“I’m great, thanks,” She rolled her eyes and swatted his hand away, far too embarrassed to be cordial.

“Don’t be upset,” He coaxed.

“I’m not, I just…I think Yoongi is,” She sighed, glancing in the direction he’d escaped.

Hoseok looked delighted by her confession, “He’s not.”

She huffed, not believing him for a second, and turned around to gather utensils from their respective drawer.

Yoongi was the only one that had seemed to remotely like her, or at the very least find her funny. She doubted he thought so anymore. She knew the whole situation with them not liking her wasn’t her fault, but did she really have to go and give them a reason?

Her eyes went wide, snapped from her thoughts when Hoseok threw an arm over her shoulder, resting it across her chest and pulling her into him.

“I’ll prove it if you want,” his breath was hot in her ear.

For a split, irrational second, she was tempted. But then she remembered they all hated her and this was probably just a follow-up game to Jimin’s pash sesh.

“No thanks,” Her tone came out harsher than she’d meant it to as she shrugged him off and walked away.

He didn’t stop her.

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Make You Know Love

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A03

Pairings: ot7 x female

Warnings: spicy

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“Call me friend but keep me closer” — Billie Eilish

Anastasia stumbled over herself the next morning, the 2 hours of sleep, thanks to the boys, taking its toll. The hour was 6 in the morning and she had a class in an hour that she couldn’t afford to miss. Luckily, she’d woken up to an empty bed, no snoring Jungkook beside her. As much as she’d love to wake up to him, she knew it would only break her heart harder in the long run if she gave in to the fantasy.

When she’d walked out of her room to head to the bathroom, Jimin was spread out on her couch, phone in hand.

“You’re still up?” She croaked, afraid to look at herself in the mirror.

He hummed in confirmation, not looking up. Furrowing her brow, a thought occurred. How did none of them get jet lag? Unless delayed onset jet lag was a thing.

“Seokjin-hyung, Namjoon-hyung, Yoongi-hyung, and Hoseok-hyung all had schedules before coming to see me, so they’ve been here for like 3 weeks already,” Jungkook explained later, when they met up on campus for lunch, “Taehyungie-hyung wasjet-lagged and Jiminie-hyung always has a fucked sleep schedule”

She nodded, eyes following a group of people walking by.

“And Taz…” She turned back to Jungkook, who looked nervous as he fiddled with his lip ring.

“Hey, what’s up?” She leaned forward to let him know she was listening.

“The landlady was pretty adamant about you leaving,” He explained.

She nodded in understanding, “I figured”

“But! Hobi-hyung talked her down from pressing for repair money,” He looked more excited about this news. Anastasia was too, of course, but something was bothering her.

“Is she dumb?” She laughed, pulling back.

“Hobi-hyung is just veryconvincing,” Jungkook snickered with a wink.

Her eyes widened comically, “He slept with her?!”

Jungkook’s locks swished as he shook his head, “No, but he probably flirted enough that she thought he would”

Anastasia rolled her eyes, “He knows he didn’t have to do that, right?”

Jungkook’s smile fell as he stared intently at her, “And you know that if you’re special to me, you’re special to him, right? Whatever I’d do for you, they would too”

She pulled back, stunned, “Kook, I get that you guys have a unique bond, but that doesn’t mean you all feel the same things”

It was his turn to roll his eyes, “When you care about someone that much, when you lovethem, when you’d do anything for them…the people they love, you love”

“What are you talking about? Jungkook that’s… no,” She shook her head. “That’s not how it works”

He scowled, crossing his arms, “So you’re telling me you didn’t make the effort to get along because they were important to me?”

She paused. He had a point… Still, what he was talking about was beyond anything she’d ever thought about doing.

“You’re dumb,” she huffed, giving in. A genuine smile brightened his face and she reminded herself not to stare like a lovestruck fool.

“Oh, also,” He moved seats so he was closer and grabbed both of her hands. “Move in with me”

A startled laugh left her lips, “What?”

“Yeah,” He scooted closer so her legs were fully trapped between his. “You have to move anyway and I don’t want to be where you’re not, so it makes sense?”

“I can’t live in the building anymore, Kook” she pointed out obviously, forgoing mentioning all the other reasons why living together was a bad idea. Although it wasn’t completely unfathomable (they basically lived together already), there was something so intimate about officiallysharing a space. It was crossing lines they’d blurred for years and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to break her heart like that.

“Well, I was thinking we’d look at someplace new,” He blushed, playing with her hands. It never took much from him to make her cave, and she did just that. “Okay, let’s do that when we get home”

He beamed. “Great! Okay, I have to go, my class started like 15 minutes ago,” he informed, kissing her on the cheek before jogging off.

The two weeks following passed slowly,  ritually. Anastasia got up, got ready, went to classes, did some homework, and then came home to search for a new place and pack.

She hadn’t interacted much with Yoongi beyond the occasional passing sly touch and she was pleased to find that there was no awkwardness between them. He more or less kept to himself, though, and she was much too concerned with finding a place to live to seek him out.

Hoseok and Seokjin had come over every day to help pack everything up and occasionally, Taehyung would show up too, although she’d quickly understood that he had no particular interest in actually helping. He played DJ and went throughher stuff, but didn’t do any work. She was thankful nonetheless.

“Where was this?” Taehyung asked from where he sat in her closet.

Anastasia finished placing the books she was holding in a box before walking over to see what he was talking about.

“Taehyung!” She gasped, “I justfinished packing that!”

There he was, sat in front of the box filled with all her photos. Well, it usedto be filled with photos, nowthey were scattered on the floor around him.

“His hair was so long…” He mumbled, brushing a finger delicately across the photo in his hand. The longing in his voice made her curious, which photo was he looking at?

Stepping over a few boxes to get to him, she peered over his shoulder.

Her expression immediately softened, “That was a few years ago, Christmas break. We visited my family’s farm, he really liked the animals,” she laughed at the memory behind the photo of Jungkook holding a lamb.

Noticing Taehyung’s frown, she thoughtlessly combed her hand through his hair.

“I’ll take you to meet the animals too if you want,” She offered, snapping her hand back when he leaned into the touch. She hadn’t meant to be so affectionate, it just came so easy with the pouty man.

He tilted his head back to look up at her with a smile but she was too lost in my thoughts to notice. She also didn’t notice when Taehyung grabbed another photo and grinned knowingly. It wasn’t until he started softly rapping “Baby Got Back” that she realized which photo he was holding.

“Okay! And that’s the end of that,” she quipped, snatching the photo from his hands. “Clean this all up, I’m going to go check on Seokjin and Hoseok”

“Neh~” He hummed grin never faltering, much to her embarrassment. And so with her face burning bright, she stalked off.

Expecting to find them in the kitchen, where she’d last seen them, she was confused when Hoseok was nowhere to be found. The box he’d been filling with appliances sat neatly on the counter, labeled and taped shut, the tape roller placed next to it. His keys and sunglasses, that he’d left on the table were gone along, with his shoes.

Why had he left without saying anything? She felt like an absolute idiot for being offended, it wasn’t like he was obligatedto report his whereabouts to her.

“What’s wrong?” Seokjin murmured in her ear, scaring her so bad she tripped over her own feet. He caught her easily, pulling her to his chest. “Hobi just went to get food, no need to make such a sad face”

“I wasn’t sad,” She denied petulantly, her back pressed to his front.

“No? Bummer, I wanted to make you feel better,” He sighed and she could feel his hot breath against her neck. And then he was suddenly pulling away, leaving her feeling cold and flushed at the same time. “Maybe next time,” he winked.

***

Jungkook hadn’t stopped pushing for them to move in together, which had initially made her heart beat fast, but then he’d implied that his entire entourage would be following as well and she didn’t know what to think. She couldn’t live with seven men. She couldn’t.

Throughout, all seven of the men kept approaching her with places to move to, which would have been great if they weren’t all in Korea.

“For the last time, I can’tjust get up and move to another country! Would you let it go, already?!” She expressed exasperatedly, dragging her hands down her face. She’d just come over to relax as most of her furniture was covered with boxes, but so far, things had been everything but relaxing.

“Whynot?You’ve exhausted all your resources, there are no other places here that you can afford! You have to move away anyway!” Jungkook hissed, losing his patience. The two had been arguing for the past 15 minutes.

Her jaw clenched with an audible noise as she took a deep breath, “Cause I don’t wantto!”

“Why.Not?!” He fumed, clenching his fists. He looked genuinely angry, something she couldn’t recall him ever directing at her (aside from one time, years ago, that she was caught snooping through his phone).

Letting out a shaky breath, she tried to convince herself not to do something rash like kick the glass coffee table or chuck his PS4 controller at the wall. “I do not speak Korean, how am I supposed to go to school there? I don’t know the culture, or what’s socially accepted! I don’t want to relearn how to live, Jungkook!”

An angry growl left his lips, “Then just stay inside! You have us, you don’t need anything else”

“Jungkook!” How could he say that? “Why are you so dead set on me moving to Korea? Did you really hate living here with me that much?!” It was a somewhat baseless accusation, but it’d been weighing her down.

“Why would I be trying so damn hard to convince you to come with me if I hated living with you? Don’t put words in my mouth,” He growled and she felt like a bucket of ice water had just been dumped over her head.

“Comewithyou?” She repeated, “You’re leaving?”

He rolled his eyes, “Of course, I’m leaving. My life is in Korea, there’s nothing for me here. I only stayed this long because of you and now you won’t even…” He cut himself off.

“Of course, I’m leaving”, His words echoed in her head, but what did she expect? Him to choose her over them?

“Do you know how that feels? Knowing I gave up so much time to stay beside you and now you won’t even considerme? Even though you have to transfer anyway, and your reason? You don’t want to .” He gripped at his hair. “And if you won’t move, what the hell am I supposed to do?!”

“It’s not —it’s not about you, I—”

“Itshouldbe about me. I shouldbe your priority. A little discomfort is all it takes for you to ditch me, huh? So every time you said you wanted to stay with me forever, that we’d grow old together, what you really meant was we could be together as long as it’s convenient for you”

“You like it here, you enjoyed being here,” she tried to rationalize, ignoring the guilt churning in her belly.

“I liked you,” he clarified. “Why would I like being away from my family?”

She shook her head, “Let’s talk about this later.” Seokjin and Yoongi had just walked in and she took the opportunity to escape. Jungkook didn’t try to stop her.

Pulling out her phone, she decided to call Beatrice for a shoulder to lean on.

“Hello?” She answered.

“Hey Bee, you got a moment?” Anastasia asked as she stepped into her living room.

Beatrice hesitated, “Actually, can I call you back in a bit? I’m right in the middle of something”

Anastasia agreed easily, ending the call. What now?

“Taz?” Hoseok’s voice met her ear moments before his head popped out from the hallway, his eyes meeting hers.

“Hoseok? What are you doing here?” She’d thought he’d left hours ago.

A mischievous smirk crept onto his lips, “Oh, nothing” he singsonged, disappearing back down the hall. She followed immediately, not trusting him, and walked into her room just in time to see him disappear into her closet.

On her bed lounged a comfortable Jimin, staring beguilingly at her. All thoughts stuttered to a stop for a moment.

“I was thinking,” Hoseok began, returning from her closet with something behind his back, “that we deserve to celebrate”

“Celebrate?”

He nodded innocently with closed eyes, “Our hard work. And look!” He pulled out what he’d been hiding. It was a calf-length fitted velvet dress, one she’d only worn once to her cousin’s wedding. The color was a deep purple and it had thin straps with a low back. “I found the perfect dress for you”

“That’s—” she laughed, taking it from his outstretched hand and holding it up to herself, “I don’t think I’ll even fit into this anymore. Besides, I’m not exactly in a spot financially where I should be out celebrating”

“I’ll pay, now go try it on,” Jimin shooed, rolling off the bed and pushing her from the room.

“Ah—wait—but!”

An hour later, she was out of the shower and successfully zipped into the dress. Although she was not at all in the mood to go out, she felt she owed Hoseok for all his help. If what he wanted as repayment was a fun night out with her and Jimin, she would do it.

Uncapping her lipgloss, her thoughts drifted back to Jungkook. Finding out that for all the years he stayed by her side, he’d wanted to be somewhere else, hurt. Why hadn’t he just been honest from the start?

He didn’t want to give you up. She knew it was the truth but that just made everything so much harder! Jungkook was always intense and overbearing, he liked to be in control, or at the very least in the loop, when anything had something to do with her. His attention to detail when it came to her was part of what had made it so easy to fall in love with him, but was she ready to move to a different country for him? He would meet someone and get married someday, then where would she be? Still, it was selfish to ask him to stay and suffer the same things that made her not want to go.

Saying goodbye though…that wasn’t something she ever wanted to do. Even the other six had unnoticingly grown on her.

Pulled from her thoughts by the doorbell ringing, she quickly finished applying her lipgloss and went to check.

Behind the door stood Jimin and Hoseok looking like a pair of gods and she felt herself stop functioning for a moment, her brain having trouble processing what she was seeing.

Jimin was in a flowy black satin top with a sinfully deep neckline and a matching scarf tied around his neck. He’d traded in his usual hooped earrings for long, thin, dangly ones and his hair was brushed back on one side, his makeup flawless.

Hoseok was the epitome of fashionable in his oversized blazer with a unique white trim and pearls adorning his neck. Tinted sunglasses, that held no real purpose in the dark night, rested low on his nose and his hair was curled to nicely fit the formal grunge style.

Feeling underdressed around them wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling to her, but at that moment she felt severelyunderdressed. They looked expensive, next to them she felt like river rock compared to diamonds and rubies.

Trying not to show her insecurity, she gave them a smile.

“You look beautiful,” Jimin complimented, his ever-present flirtatious smirk playing on his lips. Hoseok made a loud noise in agreement, making her laugh and suddenly she felt comfortable again. Well, as comfortable as she could while being overwhelmingly attracted to them. Who was she becoming?

“Let me just grab my bag and put on some shoes, hold on,” She said, dashing to her room to grab her things and buckle on some heels she’d dug out of a box.

When she returned, Yoongi and Namjoon had joined, talking in hushed tones to the other two. Noticing her presence, they quieted, sending her bright smiles as Hoseok held out his hand.

“Ready?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Uh, yeah,” She replied, taking his hand. What was that about? Had something happened?

Shaking it off, she let Hoseok and Jimin lead her out the door. It only took her the time it took to get to Hoseok’s rented car to realize she was not going out on some friendly outing, but instead on a date with two of the most beautiful humans on Earth. With the warmth of Jimin’s palm on her waist, seeping through the material of her dress, and Hoseok’s hand in hers, there really was no question. Butterflies erupted in her stomach.

“Where are we going?” She murmured, feeling like the atmosphere required a softer tone.

“It’s a surprise,” Hoseok winked, opening the passenger door for her. She ducked her head to try and hide the blood that was rushing to her face.

Why was she being so shy? She’d spent every day with him for weeks!

Settling into her seat, she let out a small squeak when Jimin bent down to buckle her up. No one else had ever buckled her up before, past the age of like 5, and yet he’d done it twice now. His smell surrounded her, making it hard to focus, his face just a hair’s breadth from hers. Even that close, the man did not have a single flaw.

He was probably in her space longer than necessary, but she couldn’t find it in her to complain, and when he pulled back, he turned his head ever so slightly so his lips brushed lightly over hers. She sucked in a sharp breath.

“Sorry,” he breathed, pulling away entirely.

It felt like intense deja vu, why did they all think it was okay to just do things like that? Mind and heart racing, she tried to make sense of her life. So caught up in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice Hoseok slide into the driver’s seat.

Jimin’s lips against hers brought back when he’d had kissed her in her classroom what felt like months ago. So much had happened between then and now, she’d forgotten all about it. Suddenly, she could recall, with perfect clarity, what kissing him felt like.

Soft music drifted from the speakers as the car pulled out onto the road and she might’ve actually enjoyed the drive and beautiful city lights if it weren’t for the confusion and over-thinking clogging up her brain. Jimin, Jimin, Jimin. Jimin…andHoseok. Did this mean they bothliked her? There was no doubt in her mind that she was on a date with them, but… how?How were they okay going on a date with the same person? Where did they see this leading? Did they think she would sleep with them?

Eventually, the car rolled to a stop in front of a beautiful restaurant by the coast. She had never eaten there before, only occasionally driven past, but it was exactly the kind of place Hoseok and Jimin seemed to thrive in.

Cool air rushed in when Jimin opened his door,

“I’m not sleeping with you,” She blurted before he could step out, gripping her seatbelt tightly, not quite confident enough to look up and meet anyone’s gaze.

There was silence until the rear door clicked shut again.

“You’re not… what?” She raised her head and took in Hoseok’s obvious bewilderment.

“I won’t sleep with you, so if this is all just some strategy to get me in bed with you before you leave for Korea, it won’t work,” She bit her lip hard, trying her darndest to keep her composure. At that moment, she needed to stay strong, despite Hoseok’s heavy gaze making her want to submit.

“And where, may I ask, did you get that idea?” He spoke low, clearly displeased with her accusation.

“J-Jimin…” She trailed off, losing her nerve for a second when she turned and saw the said man staring intently at her from the backseat.

“Jimin can’t help himself,” Hoseok interrupted, stealing back her attention, “He doesn’t mean to flirt, he just is.”

“But he kissed me,” She argued, not about to believe that that was an accident,“and you and Seokjin are helping me with my apartment even though you barely know me”

“Jagiya, I kissed you to make a point, not to come onto you,” Jimin rebuffed, coming forward to lean on the center console.

“What point?”

He frowned, “Jungkook thought we didn’t like you, that we weren’t trying to make you like us”

“…So you kissed me?” He wasn’t making sense.

He shook his head, “No, I kissed you because those girls were insulting Jungkookie’s intelligence. As if Jungkook would associate himself with someone that wasn’t worth our time,” he scoffed.

She wanted to tell him that that wasn’t sufficient reason to kiss someone without their consent, but she held back. She was afraid if she told him, he’d never kiss her again. Why thatmattered most, she didn’t know, but something in her thought; better safe than sorry.

“Jagi, we asked you to dinner because we enjoy your company,” Hoseok assured, interrupting her thoughts.

Studying his expression, she tried to discern whether or not he was being genuine. This was dangerous territory, she shouldn’t be making connections with them. They were Jungkook’s family and there was a chance she wouldn’t see them again when they left.

Despite knowing what she shoulddo (run and never look back) she let them lead her into the restaurant, wondering if she’d make it out of this with her heart in one piece.

As they made their way to the front podium, the hostess didn’t spare her much of a glance, but Anastasia couldn’t find it in her to take offense. She understood, she’d much rather look at Hoseok and Jimin, too.

Straightening her posture, the hostess gave them a warm smile, “Hello! Welcome, do you have a reservation?” She spoke directly to Hoseok, who’d waltzed in like he owned the joint.

“Hoseok Jung.” He announced loud and clear. It was obvious by his brief, dismissive tone that he had about as much interest in her as he had in Beatrice. Anastasia pursed her lips at his behavior, but as it wasn’t a familiar environment to her, so she kept her mouth shut.

The woman through the building and out onto the back deck where fairy lights lent their gentle glow and a live band played a soft, calming melody. Almost every table was filled, but they were spaced far enough apart that the quiet chatter wasn’t a disturbance.

Anastasia felt a rush of excitement, never having eaten by the water like this before. Hoseok was still handling any and all interactions, so she turned to Jimin with wide eyes. He returned her look of awe with a wink before motioning for her to sit in the chair he’d pulled out as Hoseok took a seat across the table.

They’d barely settled in and picked up their menus before a cute, doe-eyed boy appeared beside Jimin, introducing himself.

“Good evening, my name is Miloh, I will be your server tonight. May I start you off with something to drink?”

“Do you have a wine menu?” Jimin smiled politely in that enchanting way of his and Miloh just blinked owlishly at him for a moment. Jimin’s smile faded slowly as his eyebrows raised in question, snapping the poor boy out of his staring.

“Yes, of course, I’ll be right back with that.” Anastasia felt bad as the boy almost tripped over someone’s chair in his haste to retreat.

Neither Jimin nor Hoseok seemed phased, though, turning their attention back to their menus.

“See anything you like?” Jimin asked, looking up at her and nodding to the menu in her hands.

“O-oh. Right.” Jeez, she was no better than Miloh. Tearing her gaze away from him to scan the options, she bit her lip in contemplation. She’d never tried lobster before…

Glancing down at the price, her eyes bugged out. “Jimin, you’re paying, right?”

Both the men erupted in giggles. “Yes, we’re paying”

She smiled charmingly, “In that case, can I try the lobster?”

Jimin’s giggle broke out into a full laugh (that was somehow neither loud nor obnoxious). Hoseok looked thoroughly amused as well, but unlike his usual happy-go-lucky self, he was holding it together.

Her smile turned sheepish, but she was relieved to see that they hadn’t taken any offense at her cheekiness.

The night carried on smoothly after that. Miloh had collected himself and returned the epitome of professionalism, serving them their food and wine with practiced ease. Hoseok kept her attention most of the night, flirting and making her laugh with his effortless charm. Jimin stayed fairly silent, casually leaning back into his chair, sipping wine. He looked at ease.

By the end of the night, they were all tipsy, giggling their way down the beach, Hoseok with an arm over her shoulder, as usual.

“Awe~,” she whined, coming to a stop.

“What’s wrong, Jagi?” He hummed contentedly as he rested his head against hers.

“My shoes! They’ll be — oh!” She cut off, almost losing her balance when she lifted a leg up to take them off. Maybe she was more intoxicated than she realized.

“I’ll do it!” Jimin pranced over from where he’d been toeing the waves. He’d drank more than either Hoseok or her and was teetering on the edge of fucking drunk. Evidence of it showed in the way all his movements swayed.

Dropping into a crouch at her feet, he began unbuckling her shoes, biting his plump lower lip in concentration. She couldn’t help inhaling a sharp breath when he looked up at her with a dark grin after successfully removing the first shoe. When he finished, he tossed both of them carelessly to the side, letting himself tip backward onto the sand — landing like a starfish. She watched with a stupid grin as Hoseok took it as an invitation to jump on top of him and pinch his cheeks.

The two busied themselves rolling around in the sand, roughhousing, as she turned her attention to the waves, feeling the cool sea breeze envelop her. The air had just the perfect amount of chill in it.

A startled shriek left her when she was abruptly — and quite literally — pulledfrom her thoughts and down to the sandy ground. There was a moment of laughter between the two men and she couldn’t help but join in in their contagious sounds of joy.

The three ended up laying there for a while, just staring up at the black, starless sky. Anastasia didn’t know how long the comfortable silence went on before it was broken. It was a treasured moment of peace that felt like forever. Her thoughts hadn’t been that quiet in…she couldn’t remember how long.

“You look lovely in this dress,” Jimin murmured out of nowhere, brushing a strand of hair back behind her ear. She turned to look at him, wondering absently how long he’d been watching her.

Smiling, she returned the compliment, “You look ‘cutie, sexy, lovey’ ,” she teased, repeating what she’d heard him say a couple of times, but the amusement faded when she looked him up and down, “Maybe just ‘sexy, lovely’. ” she amended.

“Jagiya, why do you have to live so far away?” Hoseok suddenly huffed, leaning in to rest his head on her lap. The atmosphere instantly became more somber at his reminder.

“Hey, I’m not the one moving to an entirely different country.” She evaded, sitting up to boop his nose.

He scowled and pushed her hand away, sitting up to face Jimin.

“Jiminie, you’re so lucky, you got to kiss her!” He whined.

“I know.” Jimin sighed, a little too dreamily for her piece of mind.

“I —he—what?” she stuttered. What was happening? She was too drunk for this.

Hoseok cupped her blushing cheeks, staring intently into her eyes. “Can I kiss you, Jagi?”

Anastasia froze, unable to process the request. Her blood rushed in her ears, making it hard to think. Did she just nod her consent?

Eyes fluttering shut, she felt his lips gently land on hers. With his hands still cupping her cheeks, the kiss had to be one of the sweetest kisses she’d ever received.

Anastasia blamed the wine in her veins for her next move.

Surging forward as he began to pull back, she latched her lips onto his in a deeper kiss, stunning him for a moment. It didn’t take long for him to recover, his grip becoming firmer. They made out like that, awkwardly sprawled in the sand until an impatient whine beside them caught her attention.

Springing back from Hoseok, she covered her mouth. Shit. Shit. Shit!What was she doing?!

Jimin just stared seductively, his head tilted to the side almost erotically —like an invitation to mark up his neck.

She quickly shook the thought away. “No, no, no, I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Tasia, wait.” Hoseok rushed when she stood up to walk away.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you like that.” Shame enveloped her.

She was in love with her best friend, yet she went around kissing the people most important to him? What kind of person did that make her? Did Jungkook know she’d kissed Jimin? What would he think if he knew she’d now kissed Yoongi and Hoseok, too?

He would think she was a horrible, three-timing, bitch.And he wouldn’t be wrong, because allthe kisses were equally amazing and as much as she hated herself for it, she couldn’t bring herself to wish they’d never happened.

They were so different. Jimin was passionate and needy, lighting a fire inside her, Yoongi was cheeky, daring her to challenge him, Hoseok was sweet, but firm, gentlemanly but in charge. When they’d kissed her, it felt like she’d never been kissed before, like anything before them didn’t exist.

Stop thinking about it!

“Anastasia.” Something in Jimin’s voice made her stop, but she resisted turning around to face him. Slowly, he approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist and planting a gentle kiss on her exposed neck.

She didn’t dare react, but her body refused to pull away.

“I liked it.” His smooth, angelic voice murmured in her ear, “I like watching. You looked so good together, I just wanted to watch.” His arms wrapped tighter, a hand trailing up to rest just under her breast. “I wanted to see what you looked like, all flushed and stretched around him. Would you let me watch? Would you let me watch him fuck you dumb? I’d be good, I wouldn’t touch.”

She felt her eyes become lidded, “Ji-Jimin.” her voice trembled and it was all she could do not to moan as his warm hand palmed her chest, contradicting the promise he’d just made.

“Yes, Jagi?” He answered between gentle kisses and suckles on her neck.

“I…” she licked her lips, trying to force a coherent thought that wasn’t just Jimin.

“Jimin.”

They both startled at the commanding tone, Jimin sighing and pulling away. Anastasia instantly missed his touch.

“Next time,” Jimin promised when she turned to face him, his thumb wiping across her bottom lip.

They ended up taking a lift home, as none of them were in any state to drive and she was once again squished in the middle seat, Hoseok’s fingers drumming absentmindedly on her thigh as he stared out the window. But of course, jumping his bones would notbe a good idea. It wouldn’t.

Fuck, she was so pathetic.

When they arrived, she all but shoved Jimin out of the car in her rush to get out and he let out a grunt of surprise at the force with which she blew past him. Her whole body was flushed and she knew if she didn’t get away from them now, she would make a mistake she couldn’t come back from.

“Jagiya,” Hoseok hummed in a way that made her pause, against her better judgment, long enough for him to reach her and pull her into his arms. “We won’t fuck you tonight,” They both ignored Jimin’s noise of complaint, “so let us walk you in, yeah?”

Looking into his warm eyes, she couldn’t deny him. She knew—she knewhe was being manipulative. She didn’t miss his ‘tonight’, implying it wouldhappen another night, she wasn’t so naive to believe they had pure intentions for her, but she was dumb.So, so dumb that she nodded her head and let them lead her up the stairs and into her home.

Make You Know Love

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Summary & Masterlist

A03

Pairings: ot7 x female

Warnings:

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“You can romanticize me all you wish, but the devil wrapped in silk is still the devil” - Unknown

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Exhaling a shallow breath, Anastasia carefully opened her eyes, her head feeling like it would split open with every beat of her heart. It was dark and cold, and t he air felt so dry it was almost suffocating to breathe. Her knees were pressed uncomfortably tight against her chest and she struggled to form a coherent thought. 

Disoriented, head foggy, she tried to remember where she was, but the loud whirring in her ears and the occasional jarring jolt made it hard to concentrate. The last thing she remembered, she was on the beach with Jimin and Taehyung, waiting for Seokjin and Yoongi to return. 

Where was she? It was so cold.

She was in and out of consciousness after that, vague memories of indistinct voices, and moments of deafening silence the only thing she remembered. The ache in her bones, whether from the cold or something else, never left. In another moment of awareness, she felt her limp body being shoved into something, a car maybe? Fighting with what little strength she had to get out of the person’s arms, she didn’t win. 

A car door slamming, voices, then nothing. 

It must have been many hours before she roused again because her limbs were stiff and sore. Still groggy, though significantly less so than before, she struggled to sit up. The violent shivers, which no doubt also attributed to the soreness in her muscles, no longer wracked her frame. A small relief.

“You’re awake,” Jimin’s sweet voice echoed beside her. 

Disoriented, she flinched, not expecting his presence. He looked different from the last time she’d seen him, still angelic, but now he had deep purple bruising under his eyes and his clothes didn’t look as carefully picked as they usually did.

She could only imagine what she looked like. 

“What happened, where are we?” The words came out in a raspy whisper, her mouth too dry for her vocal cords to vibrate properly.

Jimin smiled sweetly and handed her a glass of water, “Here”

Taking it, she greedily chugged it down, and when it was empty, she begged with her eyes for more. 

He shook his head, “You’ll get sick. You need food first”

Clutching her stomach, she realized how hungry she was. Grinning, he said, “Thought so”

Taking in their surroundings — a plain room without a hint of personal touch, she repeated, “Where are we?”

Jimin hesitated, shrugging.

Cautiously, she pulled the covers up to her chin as if they would protect her, “Jimin,” she warned, “Where are we?”

“I don’t know”

A terrible thought occurred, “ Did you kidnap me? ” Where was Jungkook? 

“Of course not,” He soothed, “ I didn’t kidnap you, I’m a prisoner here, too”

Somehow, knowing it wasn’t Jimin that had kidnapped her made everything so much worse, a cold sense of dread settling in.

“Who, then?” Worried for him, she leaned in, “Are you okay?”

Frowning, he stood from the bed, running a hand through his messy hair. 

“It’s not me I’m worried about,” he admitted after a while. 

Wide-eyed, she cupped herself, horrified at what he was insinuating. Catching her reaction, his hands jerked out, “Not you!”

Wracking her brain, she tried to follow him. Then it dawned on her that Taehyung was the only other person there with them on the beach. Frantic, she grabbed Jimin’s hand, “Where’s Taehyung?!”

Groaning, he gripped at the strands of his hair and fell back onto the bed, whining “They won’t tell me!”

“Who’s they?” 

It took him a minute to respond, “I don’t know,” he mumbled, “probably some chaebols that want to stop Seokjin and Namjoon’s influence. We’re leverage”

Chaebols? Influence? What the hell was Jimin talking about? Anastasia felt the shock beginning to wear off and the hysteria set in. 

“It’s a desperate move on their part, but I suppose I understand. After all, what other choices do they have? Shooting Taehyung, though —” It was harder to understand Jimin’s accent when he spoke so fast, but she picked out the most important part.

“Taehyung was shot?!” 

Jimin jumped slightly at her outburst and the nervous shift returned like he was trying to hide how concerned he actually was, “He should be fine, it didn’t look fatal”

Should be. She didn’t like those odds. 

“Don’t worry,” He cooed, brushing his fingertips against her cheek, “I’ll make sure you don’t get hurt”

“It’s not me I’m worried about!” That was a lie, but she was definitely worried more about Taehyung, “What if he bled out? Holy shit, what if he bled out?! ”

“Hey, hey, look at me,” Jimin gently commanded, cupping her cheeks and forcing her to meet his gaze, “He’s fine. The goal was to incapacitate him, not kill him”

Searching his deep brown eyes, she found sincerity. Licking her dry lips, she asked, “Why?”

Jimin tilted his head back and forth, weighing his answer, “To level the playing field?”

Level the playing field? What did he mean by that? There was a sinking feeling in her chest. Cautiously, not sure if she really wanted to know, she asked, “What does that mean?” 

He deliberately avoided eye contact, a playful, knowing grin on his lips. Anastasia felt irritated with his behavior. 

“You should take a shower, you’ve been out of it for a while,” He suggested, changing the subject. 

“I don’t want to shower — why are you not taking this seriously? Jimin, we're captive , what is wrong with you?” She growled climbing to her feet, almost tipping over when the ground swayed beneath her feet. 

Jimin hummed, gripping the tops of her arms firmly and guiding her back to the bed, “You’re right, showering might be too much right now. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything, okay? I promised, didn’t I?” 

Anastasia didn’t really know what he was talking about, but she trusted him, letting him ease her back into the mattress and tuck her in. 

“Just stay here until you’ve recovered, I’ll get us some food,” Jimin instructed, backing away and slipping out of the room. 

Low voices greeted him, but she couldn’t understand what they said. Jimin’s brighter tone was easy to pick out, even through the closed door. It consoled her some that he didn’t sound distressed. 

Greeting her with an easy smile when he returned, he informed her that the food was on its way. It was obvious now that Jimin had lied about not knowing the people holding them captive, he was way too comfortable. Why wasn’t she surprised?

“Jimin, you know who they are, don’t you?”

“I’ve made friends with the guards,” he smirked cheekily, plopping beside her on the bed. 

Having spent enough time looking at his face, she could see through his near-perfec t façade. There was fatigue in the way he moved and she suddenly wondered when the last time he slept was. After they ate, she decided she’d insist that he got some sleep. 

Taking some time to use the bathroom and wash her face, she tried to remember how she got into this situation. Leaning against the sink, bowing her head, she wracked her brain til a headache began to form. There was a blank spot in her memory, she could recall everything up to her frustration with Taehyung when he mentioned Beatrice, and then suddenly she was waking up here .

Giving up, she stepped back into the room to find Jimin sound asleep, having passed out with his legs still hanging off the edge.

Sighing, she went to the window on the far side of the room, pulling back the curtain to look outside. She hadn’t been expecting to recognize her surroundings, but to her surprise, she did. They were two cities west of where she lived.

Letting the curtain fall closed once more, she began to plan their escape. Jimin was chummy with the guards, he might be able to talk them into helping them, or at the very least distract them while she got help. 

Her mind raced as she paced back and forth, biting her nails. 

When the door to the exit of the room began to open, Anastasia jumped to stand in front of Jimin, prepared to protect him in his vulnerable state. 

A tall man in a well-tailored suit entered, giving her a strange sense of deja vu stepped into the room. Just by the man’s expression, she could tell he meant business. 

Tilting his head, he took in the sleeping figure behind her, smirking when she shifted her weight to block his view. “Follow me,” he ordered. 

Shooting Jimin a concerned glance, she hesitated. If she left, would he be okay? Did she even have a choice? 

Looking at the large bodyguards that stood there waiting for her, she knew she didn’t. 

Stepping out of the room, cautiously taking in her surroundings, she realized they were in a suite. Why had they been brought to a hotel? An oddly luxurious setting to hold two victims. That brought her to her next question; why had she been taken in the first place? It wasn’t like she had anything to give. 

The man in the suit sat on the couch, crossing his legs and resting an arm across the back. Silence ensued, Anastasia shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. What did he want? Was he going to hurt her? If she screamed would someone hear? What if he was super rich and owned the hotel and no one would help? He looked super rich. 

Deciding to wait it out, the buff, muscley men standing at the exit incentivizing her to behave. 

“Why am I here?” She asked lowly, making the effort to keep her tone non-confrontational. 

The man smirked, “Sit down”

Hesitantly, she lowered herself onto the couch across from him, shooting the guards another cautious glance. 

“Jeon Jungkook…” The man said her best friend’s name like he was reminiscing a memory, “He’s been missing for a long time, you know”

She furrowed her brow. Missing? Since when? Her mind began to race with so many possible explanations, but which one was correct? 

“So imagine my surprise when I find him here, with you ,” He paused to pour himself a drink from the water jug on the coffee table between them. “At first I thought you were just a cover, someone to help him seem normal, but then the other six showed up and you’re still here”

She’s still here? What was that supposed to mean? 

Nodding she agreed, “I was surprised by the other six, too” She was grasping at straws, trying to make it seem like she knew more than she did. 

The man tilted his head to the side curiously, “And yet you managed to wiggle your way into their good graces” 

Anastasia didn’t respond.

“That’s why you’re here,” he finally got to the point, “You’ve infiltrated a group of very dangerous people and I am very interested to know how” 

“Dangerous people? They’re not dangerous, you’re dangerous! You shot Taehyung! Is he even alive?” She hissed, immediately composing herself when she caught a guard stepping closer out of the corner of her eye.

Leaning forward, the man studied her expression closely, “You have no idea who they are, do you?” 

Licking her lips anxiously, she nodded, “I know who they are” 

Shaking his head, he stood up, “I don’t think you do”

He walked over to the kitchenette, he grabbed a tablet that was on the counter, typing something in. “I’ll show you”

Sitting beside her on the couch, he pressed play on the video he’d pulled up, handing her the tablet. 

The video began in her kitchen, before the fire, with Yoongi standing at her sink, filling a pot with water, and Jungkook leaning against her fridge, watching.

“You put cameras in my home?!” She exclaimed, standing up from the couch and backing away, her eyes never leaving the screen. 

Yoongi turned off the tap and set the pot on the old gas stove, lighting it up. Stepping back, he stared at the pot for a moment, tilting his head to the side almost contemplatively before turning to Jungkook and saying something she couldn’t understand. Jungkook nodded and walked out of view. 

Anastasia looked up at her captor, confused at what he wanted her to see. So far he was doing a very poor job at convincing her of any danger. 

“Keep watching,” is all the man said, annoyingly cocky. 

Returning her attention back to the screen, she was just in time to see Jungkook walk back into the frame, holding a folded towel that she knew he got from the cupboard at the end of the hall. Shaking it open he walked up to the stove and without hesitation, tossed it next to the fire. 

Anastasia’s eyes blew wide in disbelief but she couldn’t look away.

It took a second before the towel erupted into flames and it didn’t take long after that for it to spread to the counter beside it. Throughout, Jungkook and Yoongi stood calmly, watching the flames eat up everything it touched. 

It felt like hours before either pulled out their phones, Yoongi dialing 911 from what she heard and Jungkook calling… her. 

“Taz!” Jungkook exclaimed frantically, his voice muffled through the sound of flames. “ I don’t know what happened! I just-I left to use the bathroom for like 2 seconds! That’s it! […] I won’t be after I tell you what happened […] I maybe, sorta, kinda…lit…your kitchen on fire? […] It was an accident, I swear!” 

Anastasia felt sick to her stomach, tossing the tablet onto the couch, unable to watch anymore. It was all a lie, everything was a lie. 

Beatrice had been right . She thought miserably.

“Do you understand now?” The man asked. 

Clenching her jaw, she sat back down across from him, “You said Jungkook was missing, what do you mean?” 

“I mean exactly that. Five years ago, after a certain altercation with a man that ended in the hospital, Jungkook disappeared”

Anastasia shifted, uncomfortable with the information, “The man ended up in the hospital or Jungkook?” 

“The man. He was in a coma for two years before passing away” 

Making a mad dash for the kitchen, she barely made it to the sink before retching, nothing but a bit of water and stomach acid coming up. 

Spitting, she blindly turned on the tap, using the water to wash out her mouth. “You’re lying,” she rasped, suddenly unsure. This wasn’t the first time she’d run into Jungkook’s temper, there had been a few times throughout the years where he’d gotten into some serious fights. A few she’d been witness to, others she’d seen the aftermath. All of them ended in the hospital. But he’d given them concussions, broken noses, dislocated knees, he didn’t put people in comas, he wasn’t a killer .

Besides, it had been a long time since Jungkook got in a fight, even if the man was telling the truth, Jungkook wasn’t like that anymore, he was a good person who loved her. 

Recalling the video she’d just seen, she wondered if maybe it was just that Jungkook had gotten better at lying. Lighting a kitchen on fire and taking someone’s life were two very different crimes, though, and she just couldn’t bring herself to think of Jungkook as a murderer . 

Memories of Jungkook jogging up to her with a big smile, saying her name in that teasing lilt, she couldn’t believe that he was a bad person. Despite the evidence staring her in the face, she could only see his smile in her mind. 

Her captor had made it out to seem like all seven of them were evil, but evil people didn’t care and if there was anything she’d learned about them in the time she’d known them was that they cared more for each other than she had ever seen anyone care. He was right about one thing, though, somehow, she’d managed to catch their attention, become someone they wanted to protect, and for as much as she felt betrayed, she would still rather be back in the room with Jimin than here with this man. 

Stealing her resolve, she stood up straight, “Tell me who they are”

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I have a question! I’ve tried not to project what I imagine Anastasia to look like into the book so you could imagine her in the way you wish, so I was wondering, what does she look like to you?

ACEDIA, The Eighth Sin: Red Bleeds Into White (Yandere BTS)

Sexplicit Playlist

• Ot7 BTS x Reader, Yandere! BTS x Acedia! Reader
• Yandere AU, Idolverse AU
• M/F, No M/M
• Rated M
• Previous chapter

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Chapter Summary: Soft Wrath.

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Chapter Warnings:

PornWithPlot, Yandere BTS, Incest, Reader is a bit of a slut be warned, cuckolding, implied death, explicit playlist

Disclaimer: Standards apply. Image creation uploaded by MochiLips on Pinterest. Image hair color edit and text edit mine.

A/N: For reference to what Y/N’s brother looks like: (credits to syrianpsycho’s TikTok)

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Red petals scatter to the ground, some floating in mid air before eventually joining the cool grass at your bare feet. Your mother’s rose garden utterly destroyed in the wake of what one would call a childish tantrum.

Although you weren’t a child anymore by any means.

As soon as you set foot in the harsh confines of your so-called home back from boarding school, and had learned of your mother’s untimely…departure from the cold, cold lips of a man you don’t even deign to call your father anymore, something in you just vanished.

Blood trickles down the dainty skin of your fingers as you blink lazily at the thorns now adorning your hand.

The sounds of rustling reach your ears and you whip around to the handsome face of your stepbrother—enthralling eyes staring at you, wary and distraught, as if he were debating with himself whether to engulf you in a hug or restrain himself. His eyes stray to your wounds and he grimaces.

You smile up at him, fluttering lashes, as if nothing hurts because you’ve stopped feeling a long time ago back when fairytales were still true and kings and queens were part of a naivete imagination. “Hello, brother. I’m home.”

Lips crash against yours in a flurry of passion and sin, your cheeks wet from tears that weren’t your own.

Because someone has to grieve for the both of you.

You spend the entire dawn encased in a tangle of limbs and intoxicating sweat in your brother’s bed, shallow breaths and pleasure filled haze, sullying your family in the name of lust and an all encompassing sadness.

That was the start of your descent to hell.

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NAMJOON

He was always a hot-headed bastard and he knew it.

It was one of the reasons why on camera, it translated into pure clumsiness lest he obliterate something in his path which won’t do for them.

After all, they had endured centuries, ensconced in different skins, different lives, different names just to find her. You.

What better way to do so than be hidden in plain sight.

And now that they have you, anyone who dares to take you from his pack will be shown no mercy.

A cordial smile is automatically plastered on his face as you plop down onto his lap, discarding the book he had been reading. After all, he may love books but he, the demon of wrath was so in love with you bordering on pure, adulterated, obsession that he can’t help but lick his lips just smelling your faint perfume.

He raises a strict brow at your butler, the latter bowing out of the room in the blink of an eye but you don’t seem to care so the anger bubbling from inside of his soulless cavern is quelled, giving way to adoration.

Though he and the other demons despised your butler (and your brother—because you were very honest with them of your proclivities) having had first taste of you before any of them could much less touch you with your permission, you had expressed your displeasure at them upon seeing Yoongi nearly hitting Nox for some reason, so they deigned the latter a mere fly on the wall and someone that wasn’t a hindrance.

You were drawn to them and they you, after all.

He kisses you softly as you preen under his attention. “To what do I owe my pretty baby’s visit?”

He could scent the blood on your skin and on days like these, they usually found you curled up in one of their beds asleep, hence it was a happy surprise to have you out and about the mansion.

The others had gone to the company for their individual schedules and it was only him left at home to watch over you.

You tilt your head seeming to think for a moment. “I want to get pregnant.”

His jaw twitches, pushing forth as he stares at you wide-eyed in wonder. “Y-you…what?”

Not one to feel anything other than your attraction to the seven men, you repeat the statement as if you were merely talking about the weather. “I want a baby, Joonie. Fuck me right now.”

Namjoon, for all his being acclaimed the level headed leader of Bangtan, gulps in nervous anticipation, sweat forming in the palms of his hands as he grips your hips to steady you and stop his fast growing erection. “Are you certain about this, pretty baby?”

Damn him and his patience. If he were a lesser being—like one of those fallen angels – you’d be writhing under him without mercy.

You blink. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’m horny. And I want a child with you—”

Namjoon chuckles in disbelief, “You—” But then he’s carrying you up the stairs and as your back hits the bed, he commands you to undress which you obey.

You get a whiff of the white Arabian Jasmine you loved so much and you turn your head to the side to see a whole vase full of them.

The blue-haired man trails after your gaze and he smirks. “You like them? I had them ordered just for you. They’re all over the house.”

An ‘o’ forms on your lips. So that’s why you felt better. There’s something about the scent of those flowers you liked so much.

When the seven of them had learned you disliked roses, they had every single rose removed by the maids, replacing it with your flower of choice.

And one of them was the pretty white flower now adorning Namjoon’s luxurious night stand.

Perhaps because it reminded you of death and an otherworldly comfort at the same time that you felt the need to have it close.

Your arms raise to the man hovering huskily above you, already naked and raring to go as your legs trap his own hips close to you.

His cock presses against your entrance and you whimper, already wet without even meaning to because he was just that big and strong and hard.

Once he’s completely sheathed in to the hilt, his tongue opens your mouth with a hiss because Namjoon, for all his lewd remarks and previous sexual experiences, was reduced to a wavering mess when deep inside your throbbing core.

All of them were, but he was especially sensitive to you, perhaps because he was the tightest fit of them all having the largest of his brothers.

And once you’re moaning under him, gasping for more, he pumps into you faster, harder.

“A-ah, Namjoon!”

His abs glisten with sweat, jawline more intense as he sinks into you further, and you howl out a ‘deeper, deeper, deeper, fuck!’ until he’s breaking through your womb and you think your stomach is bulging with the way he’s spit roasting you like a pig in heat.

“Y/N, my pretty baby,” he croons as you cum for him, walls clenching around his cock and he joins you beneath the waves of sin as ropes of white cum streak your walls lavishly, creaming your insides deliciously that you cum once more, this time stronger.

Wet kisses are placed down your throat, to the collar of your shoulders and neck as you groan, “More.”

A growl rips from Namjoon’s throat as he flips you onto your side, one leg up in the air. He’s still hard. Erect. And willing to please you no matter how long he has to or how many times he has to place his seed—his spawn –into your waiting, empty womb.

He was going to fucking get you pregnant just as you wished.

He kisses your bare shoulder as you’re panting and thrusts back in.

You wail, arching your back, spiralling into an unceremonious third orgasm. “N-Namjoon, mmmph—”

His tongue fights for yours, one of his large hands caresses your breasts as he goes, and in your stupidly horny haze, you fail to notice the long black horns that had reared themselves out of your lover’s head, too consumed by the throes of your endless thirst for cock.

Your lover grinds his teeth, willing himself to stave off on finishing again so he could prolong this as much as possible because by the demons, he wasn’t a holy man but your pussy was divine.

To your protest, he pulls out of you and flips you on your stomach, face pressed against the sheets. He grips your hips and gives a mild slap as you cry out, clenching around nothing.

Namjoon rubs his dick against the folds of your labia, coating it with your combined arousal before he’s entering you once more. “Gonna cum, pretty baby?” He grits out as he feels your walls nearly choke his cock to its demise.

“Yes, please!” Tears of lust streak down your cheeks as your hips involuntarily meet his movements and then he’s slapping the skin of your ass again and your eyes roll to the back of your head because it hurts and you can feel unlike most days when you don’t.

Namjoon snarls, lips descending to breathe on your neck, an arm righting you up through your waist, one hand steadied on the bed of support before he’s biting your neck and you convulse around him. “Fuck! Shitshitshit!” You moan lewdly.

You are boneless as Namjoon lets go of your waist to flip you onto your back, legs spread open before him and he’s licking at his lips, looking at you wildly.

You had your eyes closed the entire time, whimpering and blubbering. Like damaged goods.

He shifts and presses your legs flat, blocking your view of him and the unholy slaps of skin on skin.

“Fucking take my spawn, baby,” he sneers and then he’s sending ropes of thick release into the deepest parts of your now fertile womb because demons fucked differently, not that you were aware, his whole large frame trembling that if you were to open your eyes at any moment, you’d witness his long horns receding, his eyes turning back to its murky brown color, and his handsome face crumpled in a euphoric state.

“Fuck, baby.” He moans, collapsing on top of you, face pressed against your bountiful breasts, a tongue snaking out to lick a nipple and you laugh, mildly tickled.

He rolls to the side, pulling you close to him, “I love you.” He murmurs, kissing your forehead.

You hum tiredly. You had told them that you couldn’t feel and they still accepted you. But then again as your heart jumps at those three words, you maybe are in love with them too. “Yeah…”

You drift off to sleep safe in the arms of the man who was your forever.

—

“Our congratulations for the successful merger, Y/N-nim.”

A bouquet of red roses (you hated them) was thrust into your arms haphazardly by the old man that had nothing but a dirty, unholy regard for you. His young girlfriend keeps her face impassive and polite but you could see the same disdain you saw in your sister-in-law’s hateful gazes.

Having married your seven lovers, you handled the business side of things and one of their sponsors was this pudgy old man, an undisclosed child sex predator according to the reports that Nox had compiled for you.

Of course the public was none the wiser that South Korea’s seven beloved idols were now tied down. Only a handful of people knew—people you trusted and you’d like to keep it that way.

You may not really care much about the affairs of the world, but you weren’t just going to let someone as evil and disgusting as this man walk around freely.

It was time to weed out the bad ones.

Your painted lips curl up with hidden amusement (one of the only few times you were amused) as you thank him for the gracious gift. Side-eyeing your husbands who were busy conversing with a few different investors, you ‘accidentally’ trip on your heels, a hand landing on the older man’s chest as he shrugs off his affronted companion to help steady you, a faint blush on his cheeks and his heart thunderously beating beneath your palm.

You giggle demurely and pat the old man on the shoulder with thanks. “Forgive me.” You murmur.

“N-no problem, Y/N-nim.” He stutters, easing his tight collar with heart eyes, zoning into your open cleavage.

Suddenly, a chill envelops the air and a glance around the room tells you your plan had worked as seven pairs of eyes discreetly gleam under the chandelier lights.

Namjoon’s blue hair stands out in the ambience and his sharp glare is an even accompaniment to his black suit.

Your heart beats faster, anticipating his wrath as the classical music plays all around you.

Although you weren’t completely in the dark about your husbands’…other activities, you weren’t completely oblivious either.

You may be the epitome of apathy but you weren’t stupid nor blind to see that any man who dared to show more amorous tendencies towards you in front of your husbands goes to sleep with the fishes.

“Would you and the lady like to have some refreshments? Perhaps meet a patron?” You keep your smile neutral.

They nod and from the corner of your eye, your tall husband makes his way towards you.

Sometimes you had the devil within you.

—

Your brother sighs. “Baby sis, you are a fucking naughty girl.”

You come down from the high of your euphoric endeavors, slipping out your fingers coated in release. You keep your legs open for your brother to prey on as he licks his lips and splurts the screen with white.

Your nipples harden at the sight.

Your husbands were on tour and you were lonely, and they had given you permission so…

“Do they know you’re still being a naughty girl?” He asks genuinely, wiping the spunk off with his bare hands.

You grin at his handsome face, “They’re actually watching us right now. “

Your step brother freezes knowing how ruthless and possessive your husbands could be. “They like cuckolding?”

You shrug, gesturing to the cam corder set up behind you. Putting a finger to your chin, you tilt your head, seeming to be in deep thought. “Hmm, not really but if it’s with you they’re kind of fine with it?” you stare at your brother’s lovely eyes. “Just occasionally though, they say. “

He sighs, running his veiny hands through his mussed up hair that had been dyed a darker blonde. It suited him. If you weren’t his sister, and if he weren’t married to a brainless bimbo, you would have trussed him up and brought him here for amusement in the blink of an eye.

Your sister-in-law’s screech could be heard bouncing off the walls. Your brother smiles at you apologetically. “Oop, wench is awake.”

You shrug and wave him away. He hesitates, opening his perfect mouth—the mouth that had given you a sense of real pleasure before you found your soulbonds for life, love swimming in his eyes and you frown.

You’ve always had an awareness of how your brother felt for you. It wasn’t love, may be infatuation but it was more of a camaraderie between two lost souls trapped in a plastic home once full of fake, plastic fatherly love.

“Brother…” You warn and his shoulders straighten, perfect face in a blank mask before disappearing.

And as you turn, your husbands’ faces pop on another screen, all flushed and sweaty and mildly furious (Namjoon’s more so) and possessive that you lick your lips in anticipation of what they would do to you when they come home.

Home.

Something you thought you’d never have again.

“You’re getting punished as soon as we get back, baby doll.” Namjoon sneers, a vein in his neck prominently displayed and your legs clench in anticipation.

You smile. You played up to Namjoon’s kinks to feed the anger in his soul, and a furious Namjoon was the wildest in bed out of your lovers.

You wouldn’t have them any other way.

—

A white Arabian Jasmine is thrown atop a fresh pile of dirt as water droplets pelt the ground.

Namjoon spits, “She hated roses, didn’t you know?”

Seven smirks and then they leave in a haze of rain.

Next chapter

~Coming Soon~

Allurement: Friends

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.

——–

“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.

****

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Pairing:Kim Namjoon x Female Reader

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 

Admin:@roses-ruby​

Request:

“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.

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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 –