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WARNINGS: yandere Jungkook, smut(?) bunny humping jungkook, stalking, basically just yandere kook that's hot for y/n

When Jungkook was young, he was alaways picked last. Why? He doesn't know, maybe it was because he was pretty small as a child. He had no friends, no pet, no girlfriend. His parents where strict, never letting him go to parties (not like he even got invited to any). He was shy. He didn't know how to talk to people, how to talk to girls.

Now in college, he still had no friends, no girlfriend and still was a virgin.

He didn't care, having learned the hard way at a vary young age. He didn't need anyone.

That is, until he saw you.

Eyes shining with content and beauty. Smile wide and shiny pearly whites. There you were, a master piece. He hadn't even tried to talk to you, of course he didn't it was in his nature. So, he just snuck into your room when you were at your Bio class. That was the only time he had off watching you change in your room and scroll through cheap porn.

"Oh shit-" groaning as he sniffed your pillow. On your bed. In your bed. Cock hard and pants tighter by the second. His hips couldn't stop, the humping. "Gonna cum, 'm gonna cum" Jungkooks body tenses, a sudden wet patch on his sweats.

As he laid on your bed, all he could imagine was your body climbing over his. You picking him, loving him with your actions.

Checking the time he soon resized that he now had 15 minutes until you would be flopping on the mattress and texting your friends.

Time to go.

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I wrote this really quick, I don't think I like it but whatevea.

Free Black History Library

Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

Slow dance

Warnings: Yandere! Yoongi, death(?) asshole reader,

Art! Au. This will be a (kinda) series, it's gonna be about how BTS obsesses over reader, this is kinda based off a request I got from @middlech1ld (you'll see in the future chapters) I got the idea from them, u inspired me so much. And yes, your invited to the wedding, your the priest.

Yoongi knew that you weren't good for him, everybody saw that. It was a fact, a fact that made him mad. All that yoongi wanted was you, y/n. A small town girl that could brighten the sad gleam in the local widows eyes. He was confused, dazed by the sweet scent of your perfume. Lips painted roes bud pink that sparkle with the lick of your tongue.

Rage filled the young man as he saw you dancing with that one boy, park jimin. A frail boy that could dance like the swan on its last toe. Really quite a amazing artist.

You both were dance majors at the local art academy, everyone was talented there, no one could stand out but you and fucking park jimin. Both in contemporary and ballet, you both made the teachers fear of losing there low paying job, thinking that they would lose it to someone more qualified for the job. Someone better than you.

Yoongi on the other hand was a music major, playing the guitar and writing music on paper. Occasionally playing the piano, though that was an old hobby of his.

Often yoongi would write music about a girl that captured his dreams and even nightmares. A girl dancing to a dark song orchestrated by a man that no one knew.

All that he knew was that when you danced you were a art piece, would have painted it himself but didn't go to the art program,did he. Painting your body arching like a bridge small nimble hand lifted up into a curve, legs thrown up and neck craned with a chin tilting up.

A angel graced opon imbeciles.

People always have said 'beautiful people are only beautiful if they are on the inside as well'.

That's a fucking lie.

When yoongi saw you, all he saw was beauty. He knew how you were.

Mean.

He saw how you manipulated those boys into beating up someone that disagreed with you in historical art, saying "Frida kahlo did not have a female lover, she had a husband."

You could tell a outrageous lie and get away with it, that's how much people loved you.

His love ran deeper that blood than itself, his loyalty. Everything he had done was for you.

It was better that way.

But, you were in pain, vary much pain. Not physically, that comes with being a dancer, your body is always sore, pangs of sudden ache and prickling happend day after day.

After a while pain stoped you, fading into the seeping ground.

Along with the ashes of your fears.

Yourself included.

mi amor, let's kith kith kith <3

Yes pls ily 👁👄👁

This is what got me to laugh and blush at the same fucking time- @pluviokook

Yes, it's my life work to love you pluv

@kojotil writes poetic paragraphs about our love and marriage

me: let's kith ilysm 😔

Not me sitting while squirming and blushing at whatever u say👁👄👁 u are the only true love for me 💅

Dearest pluvo, your words lure me to you, your bright presence sending a ping to my heart. My love is for you and only you. I know your parents disapprove of our love. But, this is something special, If we could provide food for our selfs, get a cottage house on a far away land. Adopt cats and dogs bunnies and more, shall we? -Your namjoon Stan lover ’ kojo

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dearest kojo, I FUCKING CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WROTE THAT. SOBS. IM BLUSHING SO HARD. You’re so romantic, you’re making my heart go boom boom :((( you’re so sweet and nice, I wanna kith you so hard. let’s go elope and live in the countrysides, and build our own strawberry farm. I love you mi amor <3

-your local kojo stan.

THIS IS LITERALLY SO SWEET I HAD NO IDEA HOW TO REACT AT FIRST

Behind the glass cage

WARNINGS: shit happend, murder, condemned killer joon, death, me being sappy, making myself cry to write this, kinda dark

Time after time, you went to see him. He was behind the glass, as always. The glass covered in dirty finger prints and goodbyes. His dimpled smirk and glasses making you swoon just like the first time you saw him on Tv. "Hello, namjoon"

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" today at 2:36 pm the 'looking glass killer' was finally captured. After two years and four months of targeting the people of Seoul and at least 95 murders, we got him."

When you saw him, it was a flash of fear then.... you realised, that was the guy that asked you out a couple of weeks ago. No, it couldn't be? What was his name again' Kim namsung? No, no Kim namjoon, Kim namjoon. He was the meek boy that sat six seats down from you in biology. He had stuttered when he attempted to ask you out. There he was, on the news, looking smug and cocky.

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"How are you Y/n? You haven't visited in a couple of weeks, whys that?" His smirk fell, he could feel you nerves flying through the roof. Namjoon knew you better than anyone, better than that failure brother of yours. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine namjoon."

Why did it have to end this way, you loved him.

But you couldn't be with him any longer.

You were with Kim namjoon, not the 'looking glass killer'.

Soon, you would walk away from the man clad in the orange jump suit and clear framed glasses. Sadness wafting through the bland visiting room, him screaming for 'your stupid ass better get back here' guards restraining him, maybe even having to put a hold on him.

The thing was that you couldn't love someone who was trapped in a glass cage. Almost like a bird. No one should love like that.

Even when they would kill for you, tear people apart, putting glass in there dead eyes, going to jail for them even when there incocent.

One day it would be his dead eyes with glass inpaled in the sockets.

Who knew who would do it? You sure did.

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This is for my future wife @pluviokook we Are getting married soon guys they proposed 💍

How do you feel about this request: yandere (Jungkook, Jimin or Taehyung) is obsessed with their darling. The darling knows them but doesn’t know about his obsession for them. (Could be classmates, coworkers, neighbours, etc) One day the darling decides to cut their hair short. The yandere loses their mind, feeling like they ruined their perfect image and they’re very upset by the sudden change out of the blue? They scold their darling and are furious, and in their anger they also confess how in love they are with them?

If you’re not feeling this scenario, please let me know! I’ll think of something else c:

Yes! I love this! I'll post it in 2 days or so!

555 Stockholm lane was so good. You just keep gettin better with every writing 🥺 love the title too. The start reminded me of one of those dark thriller movie trailers, and I like how it didn’t gave away much of the story. I felt like the writing was a quick paced of events story, adding to the tension of what’s happening between the yandere and his darling. I also like the part of mentioning he knew he would go to jail for this, that’s something I think could be added to more stories, often the yanderes are super powerful people who always get away with things. Sorry for the long ask, thanks for sharing your story with us, have a lovely day! (:

U gonna make me blush, and no worries about the long ask, I'll start to do more "I'm gonna go to jail for this bish" type beat story's!

Hay everyone, my requests are open! Or inbox or whatever, ASK ME TO WRITE SOMETHING

555 Stockholm lane.

Warnings: death, mentions of sex

You know that one feeling you get when you have done something wrong. When you fear your going to get caught, your heart beating fast, tears staining your cheeks. It was by accident, no really it was. He didn't mean to hurt him, he was protecting you. Jungkook was protecting you. The man that was with you, tried to do things, bad things. Never in Jungkooks life did he hurt a man, but so help me god he would kill for you.

Red flashes marbled Jungkooks visual, red Red RED.

Why did this happen? He could have helped but he didn't, he hurt you more.

Jungkook knew that this would end up with him jail, he could care less. The temptation of your smooth hold was to much, nails biting in to his pale back when he hammered into you. Moans and shudders of pleasure, it was all to much.

He was your slave tending to the every need of his queen.

A simple slave that would go to the lengths of killing for his one and only love. Jungkook had finally done it, he had did it.

The man laying on the wet ground of the forest, in a pool of crimson blood.

Dead

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I was bored 👁👄👁and just so yall know, I write rlly random titles LMFAO

@middlech1ld your so sweet to all of us new writers and encouraging us to do more thank you so much. And @pluviokook ily

Found your profile through the Pancakes writing, it was really good! You’re a great writer. Cant wait to see more of your work ❤️

omg I'm not used to all this support 😭 it's making me shy yet happy, I'm so glad you liked it! I'm so grateful for all the support, thank you for supporting my work 💜💜💜 ily!

I'm in love , also if u see this post and like the pace of the story fallow my wife @pluviokook

Hi🙋‍♀️can I request one nightstand with yandere jungkook that won't let y/n go😁

Pancakes. (yandere! jk drabble)

a/n: so this is the first drabble(???) I'm posting :] hope you like it. I'm not good with smut though, so I'll skip to the morning after the one night stand <3 I'm sorry if it's disappointing!

I DO NOT CONDONE THIS TYPE OF RELATIONSHIPS SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T ROMANTICIZE THIS SHIT. This is simply fiction so I'm begging you to read this at your own risk.

warning: degradation, kidnapping (??), jk won't let reader leave, this shit is dark asf so beware, mood swings?? jk is an asshole, slapping, violence, reader loses her shit and panics really hard, dacryphilia, sadistic jk, THIS MIGHT BE EXTREMELY TRIGGERING SO PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Pain was the first thing that you felt when you opened your eyes. This was the first time you had a hangover this bad, your head was pounding and you felt like someone was hammering a nail into your skull. You rested your face into your hands as you sat up and waited for the pain to lessen, a small groan leaving your lips in the process.

After a few seconds, you became more aware of your surroundings and looked around. This wasn't your room. And the bed was much softer than your own. You quickly opened your eyes and scanned the room, the grey walls were different than your white walls, it was much larger and much prettier than yours. Your head snapped to the side and your eyes settled on who must have been your one night stand. He was still fast asleep, his hand resting on your lap as he snuggled into the pillows.

A silent gasp left your lips as you observed him carefully, and you felt like he was probably the prettiest person you had ever set your eyes upon, he had soft skin, and beautiful lips, you fought the urge to place a peck on his lips. Did you sleep with a literal angel???

"it's not polite to stare at someone when they're sleeping."

You let out a shriek in surprise as you jumped up slightly. "S-sorry!!"

The stranger chuckled in response and shook his head before pulling you back to lay on the bed, snuggling further into you in the process. "let's go back to sleep, sweetheart, it's still early." he groggily whispered as he closed his eyes and breathed into your neck.

early... early... wait. what time was it again?? your eyes scanned around the room and you were glad you found a digital clock on the wall. the clock read 9:45 A.M. you had an appointment on 10 A.M.

"I'm sorry but I must leave."

You pulled away from his warmth and scrambled out of bed, you didn't realize you were naked until you were out of the bed. butt naked.

"how about morning sex first, love?" he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows, enjoying your embarrassment a little way too much.

You felt your cheeks burn up at his comments as you rushed down to get your dress from the floor and quickly slipped it on.

"fuck off."

The angel-faced demon cackled loudly as he threw his head back, looking at your little body hurrying around.

"don't leave, y/n~" he whined playfully as he watched all the color drain from your face for a split second. you don't remember telling him your name... but you quickly shrugged it off, you probably blurted it out when you were drunk... but you always remembered everything even if you were drunk.

"I'm leaving."

Jungkook slowly sat up on the bed, his broad chest and tattoo sleeve on full display, before throwing his feet off the bed, his face was obscured from your vision since his back was facing you. But you couldn't care less, you were too busy looking for your damned underwear. where the fuck did i throw it?

"who said you could leave though..." his tone was eerily calm, not even a hint of humour evident in his tone. you paused in your tracks as you glanced up at him for a second. okay, now this was kind of getting weird, you had to get out of here quick.

"wha- actually, nevermind, it's getting late. If you find my u-underwear for me that would be great! I'll come back after it tomorrow" you managed to stutter out, your mind was panicking and you were dying to just get out of the tense atmosphere. You slipped on your heels and walked out of the room, into the hallway and made your way towards the entrance door. You tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. you let out a desperate whimper as you started rattling the handle, this couldn't be happening to you right now

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuc-

you sensed footsteps coming up behind you causing your movements to become more frantic. a cry of despair left your lips as jungkook grabbed your shoulders and pinned you to the door.

"shhhh, love, quiet now" his tone was soft and you hadn't even realized that there were fat tears streaming down your cheeks as you weakly looked up at him. his voice might've been sympathetic but his eyes screamed otherwise, he seemed to be enjoying this. oh how pretty you looked with those tears, he felt his boxers tightening a bit as he felt blood rush to his member.

sadistic asshole.

"let me go... let me out, please." you sobbed against his chest as you felt his lips meet the top of your head.

"I can't, love... not after waiting for all those months to get you here."

you froze as your eyes widened in horror, you felt your soul leave your body for a second as you registered what he just said. how could he say that like it was no big deal, as if he isn't driving you insane.

"now come on, I'll make us some pancakes, okay? oh by the way, my name is jungkook!" he gripped your chin gently and made you look up at him, you were still in shock and he cooed at your fear struck expression, a wide grin gracing his lips, that bunny smile would've made your heart skip a beat if it weren't for the fact that he just fucking locked you up in his house. He leaned in to place a small kiss on your lips but before any of you could even blink, your palm had struck him across the face, your hand beginning to sting from the impact, and his head tilted to the side.

you gasped in horror at what you had done. you screwed up big time. his hand was harshly gripping your jaw in one hand as he yanked your face closer to his, his other hand snaking through your hair and gripping it tightly. more sobs tore themselves from your lips as you tried to struggle against his hold, but it was no use, he had an iron grip on you.

"no one has taught you any manners, have they, slut?" he seethed before dragging you towards the bedroom by your hair. you lost your footing and you were practically being dragged on the floor. you screamed and thrashed around in his punishing hold.

" I was going to be nice since its only your first day, but whores like you need to be taught some respect." he growled before throwing you across the bed, you tried to get up but he slapped you across the face hard enough for you to fall back on the bed.

"FUCKING LET ME GO!" You screamed at him as you cried.

That was the final straw for him.

He straddled you and one of his hands wrapped around your neck, chocking you harshly, while he rummaged through one of the drawers next to the bed with his free hand until he pulled out what he was looking for, a pair of handcuffs. he quickly cuffed you to the bedpost before placing a harsh kiss on your lips.

"I think I should take away your speaking privileges until you learn how to speak properly, you're mine now, love, better get used to it." he panted out as he pulled out your lost underwear from the drawer as well, before stuffing it in your mouth. you thrashed around as much as you could in protest but you were slowly becoming tired of struggling so much, and he could see it as clear as day. you felt another bruising slap across your face, rendering you motionless underneath him.

"please understand that, this is what's best for you, you must learn to behave, okay sweetheart?" he softly whispered in your ear before pecking your forehead. you didn't have it within you to struggle so you just stopped. silent tears escaping your eyes as you began closing them. your chest heaved as muffled sobs racked through your mouth.

"now take a short nap, while I make us both some pancakes!" his face returned to the same angelic smile from this morning and you wondered how someone who seemed so innocent be capable of such monstrous actions. and once you heard the lock of the bedroom door clicking, you allowed yourself to drown in the darkness behind your lids, and let yourself fall into a deep slumber.

a/n: hi again- this is unedited and it was a bit rushed but I hope you liked it. this came out darker than I expected and it lowkey made me scared as well lmao but I guess yandere is kind of a horror genre too 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Withering rose (Preview)

STATUS: on going

   Fae! Au, Yandere! Au, War! Au Royalty! Au

   WARNINGS: YANDERE!jimin, stalking, Female! reader, slight gore, mentions of war,

    Summary: The way he looked at you reminded them of when you saw a rare flower trying to bloom in the depths of winter. Most would wait to pick the flower in the spring, seeing as its fully grown and has so much beauty. Not the prince of the Fae, he didn’t like to wait, so he plucked the flower in the dead of the icy winter.

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As a young girl, roses had scared you, the triangular thorns digging into your small, slightly chubby hand as you picked them for the royal family. The crimson blood dripping onto the path of the royal garden.

Now, you wished you were not afraid of the flower. If you had been brave you would not have met the prince, you would not have been forced to love someone you did not love. , how you wish you were brave back then.  

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    “Y/N! My love, will you pour me my tea?” Jimin called, he was one that seemed to ask, but, you knew that was a command. 

        “Yes, My prince,” you smiled brightly, the smile that brought Jimin to heaven. While pouring the tea into his porcelain cup, you could feel his pale hand scaling the length of your thigh. He was watching you again, he always did.  He had an obsession with you, it was clear that the prince did.  Prince Jimin had been like  that since you were young.  While picking white roses, he had spotted you. He was mesmerized by you, being the confident child he was back then, he walked to you. The garden making you look like more of a goddess. 

After, the rest was history.

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    "How will we make amends with the dragons?“ Jimin looked at you with a small smile, like usual. "I think my father’s council is helping him to figure it out.” his tone was sweet, it was like nectar that you were addicted to. "I want to marry you." He says, you were shocked, so many things going through your head. Jimins eyes bore into yours, his silent commands telling you to say yes. "Your highness I am just a servent for the royal family. It would be inappropriate for me." Short and curt but never saying that they (the pigs in the royal palace) are in the wrong.

Without a doubt, anyone could tell that jimin was fuming.

26-year-old Jamarion Robinson’s grandmother Beverly Nixon said her grandson was bipolar and schizophrenic. Still got shot 76 (!!!) times. Would a white person get the same treatment?

The witness said he saw more than a dozen patrol cars at the complex where US Marshals killed Robinson on August 5, 2016. Why were there no behavioral specialist? Surely one of them would know how to interact with a bipolar schizophrenic better than the police.

I’m absolutely disgusted.

Here’s Jamarion’s mother’s GoFundMe in case anyone is willing to help.

#JusticeForJamarion   #BlackLivesMatter

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

Me when I saw Jungkooks sleeve for the first time:

Stairway to hell

I wrote this in 10 minutes LMFAO beware.

WARNINGS: death and obsessive tae

Sorry for the misspelling

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In his dreams he saw smoke and gleaming eyes, forest and the trees. With a girl, who didn't know who she was. She was on a rode that she couldn't change and it made him wonder, what was going on in her head. Down the rode of sadness and loneliness. Her shadow making him fall for her. Her eyes and in all there blankness. Darkness trailing in her path with him fallowing the darkness. Being drowned in the darkness, the sadness that escaped her pores. She wants to be set free, with something that can be her calling.

Taehyungs love fallows the darkness within her body. He can't stop, she's gonna be his.

Now, tae fell into the darkness.

"I want you all to myself" he cried

No one hearing his crys, the crystal tears falling from his face. "All I want is you, y/n!"

Sometimes the only thing that you can talk to is the dead. He wrote poems to her, some telling her how much he wanted her, others whispering from the page what he wants to do to her.

But, the things how can she read if she's dead? Did he read to her in the dead of night?

The only thing he could do was read them to her. The dead corpse decomposing in his shady apartment on skid row, the smell wafting through the air was like a prison and a promise. The prison not being with her and the promise, walking to her down the stairwell to hell. The dark hallway and the dark rooms collecting the sins of others along with hers, the only ones he excepted.

This man has my life in his hands

obsessed 

Froggy world

When you say people are different form animals, what do you mean? In all reality humans have the same instincts as these proclaimed animals. Fight or flight, to eat to sleep and to mate. What is the difference, logically nothing, really. Though, some people can see the true side and let the 'animal' free. Us humans are animals, nothing other than what we keep as pets.

We humans are the true ones that should be in cages, to keep our selfish ways hidden.

That's what Jungkook thought at least. No one was willing to listen to his words, no one. He will admit only to himself, that he is quit the odd ball.

It's fine, Jungkook could care less. He has what he needs....

Human knowledge, basic human knowledge.

And you of course.

His little obsession, the woman that makes his smile bright and pants tight. He had been hiding you in his tiny apartment, his ways of treating you were just like a decent boyfriend. But not. You trusted Jungkook, having knowing him since first year he was like a brother.

Jungkook was a odd ball as he admits to himself and is a major wall flower, but that didn't stop him from talking to a woman like you. "I love you" he would whisper to you when he went to bed.

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"I want to fuck you." He said quietly, you had confronted his about why he would always run away-

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Should I keeep going with this lol

Yandere! Bts Reaction hyung line

: you have sex with another man, while knowing that their in love with you.

Warning: crying,fights,guns, sexual content, fem reader

This is such a mess ong and this has been in my drafts forever so gotta get in out.sorry if there are misspelleds



He would be heartbroken, a mess. How could you do this, had he not done enough to prove to you that he was in love with you?

The relationship was still unofficial but he told you, the girl he had been in love with since the seventh grade, the girl he had givin his sacrid virginity to, was having sex with another man.

No, this couldn’t be true. You loved him back right? You had said that you loved him, maybe it was in the moment. No, no, no.

This was just a rumor. Created by someone jealous. They were just jealous that you were so, so gorgeous.

Though when he saw you making out with Kim Namjoon, the kid that won everything and was also the student council president, behind the bleachers on Tuesday he marched over and beat Namjoon to a bloody pulp.

You had tried to to stop him, but you know that never works.

“You lied!”Jim yelled “You told me you loved me!” You took a step back “It was in the moment Jin- “Don’t ‘Jin’ me you cant just tell someone that Y/N! I love you and you know it, stop playing with my feelings!” He cried as he took another step towards you. With his face red and his blurry Jin pushed you up on the concrete wall. “You stupid whore, it’s all your fault. I can't believe I still love you!” He spoke as he unbuckled his belt.

When yoongi was young he had dreams of loving someone, some like you. He was a bird with broken wings without your presence, he was a mere person that had your time, and he felt like a king, your king.

Though, it all had come to a bloody ending when his dark eyes roamed your body.

Another laying back on your queen sized bed, that he had gotten you. Yoongis face dropped, and so did the flowers he was carrying.

"I knew this would happen." He muttered, "So I came prepared," his hand suddenly pulled a long black gun. His face still dark as he circled the bed, with that foolish man underneath you.

When he stoped, he pointed the gun to the man underneath you. And then came a scream of pain. And blood on his face.

Your relationship with the man was quite odd to you.

You loved Hobi, with your whole heart of course.

Though, his love was more of "I will kill anyone that looks at you but I only care about my dog" you know? Everyone knows, do you see the way he looks at that God damn dog??

He loved you, but in a way that you or no one would want.

So YOU GOT FUCKED!!

By a guy named Jackson, he was sweet and a big flirt. How could you, y/n, not go for someone so amazing?

Hobi never made anything official so it was ok, right?

No, no, no.

Y/n honey, honestly?

Again with your favourite narrator telling you, stop being stupid.

Hobi was a greedy man, with the things he owns especially.

He owns you.

So naturally, he put a tracker on you. He would always be able to see you, save you, love you.

He was stuck in your heart shaped box, Hobi was yours and you would be his, forever.

"Shut the fuck up bitch!" He said as he pointed at Jackson with his gun.

Hobi had greeted you both in the morning after point and greeted you with his new toy.

"Y/n, get up and put your clothes on," he sneered, once you pulled on your now sweaty feeling clothes you grabbed Hobis muscled arm "hobi, baby lets go home please!" You cried, "This is your doing babe!" He pulled the trigger. Jackson bleeding on the newly washed sheets.

All the memories you had with namjoon were happy and full of walks in the park, looking for tiny animals to save. They were good memories, but now the resentment you had for namjoon was something that could be considered an enlightening experience.

He had killed your boyfriend, Johnny, why?

You know why.

The way namjoon loved you was toxic and unhealthy. He new that.

You and namjoon had been friends for years, but sometimes he was off, the way he acted when you were both near your male friends.

He was creepy

It's a shame that you never saw how he was.

He was keeping you in his apartment, after he killed Johnny.

You knew namjoon was in love with you but, the little girl in you wanted to believe that namjoon was a good guy. A friend from preschool. The little boy that would show you bugs and loved to listen to English rap. Not that he could understand the words until he was a bit older.

He had walked in on you and Johnny having sex, it was natural for him not to nock. He was your best friend.

Then The way the tears over flowed in namjoon eyes onto his tan skin was pretty. You had been successful in hurting Kim namjoons feelings, breaking his heart even.

Remember y/n, don't break something you can't fix.

Hello, again

A/n: HI! I'm a new writer and I'm super excited to show you all this!

TW: y/n hears voices, the word slut like 2 times alcoholism, kinda yandere , about it (?)

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"Y/n?" His face wrinkled up with a bright smile, "Its been so long! I've missed you so much." The mans heart beat quickly setting a fast pace, he still had the hots for you. "Jimin," your breath stopped, the sudden feeling of fear smacking you in the face. What did you do? What had you done to deserve this, the pain that man, no, boy had made you feel. All you had done today was go to the library on the other side of town, where you were at currently.

"How are you, jimin?" All you had to do is not show him fear, remember y/n? He does get off of you fear.

Five years ago.

"Oh you little slut, trying to run off to namjoom? For him to save you, for him to fuck you." Jimin spat, he was drunk, vary drunk. You had know idea why he was so mad. You were talking to your friend, namjoon, perusal.

"Get your head outta the gutter jimin!" Your soft voice turning to a loud roar. "You know I'm your girl! I would never-" "Shut the fuck up you bitch!" His swift voice cutting you off "You know that I love and always will, but what you did with jungkook I can't forgive!" His face red in anger, jimin was gone. Just a shell in the human skin he used to be.

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"N-" your blank eyes faced up to the person in front of you.

He was gone.

You need to remember that jimin is gone, y/n.

It's your fault. It's my duty as the narrator to remind you, little girl.

It's your fault that you will always be alone, in this little white cage. Like a small bird. My pet. All because you wanted to save jimin. You fucking slut

My pet so obsessed with my reasons for killing off jimin.

Well it's up to you to find out birdy.