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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.

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

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.