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SEX FOR HOMEWORK

synopsis. he chuckles at how wet you are, how sensitive you are. “you’re so cute, class president, acting like you don’t like what i’m doing to you.”

pairing. yandere!taehyung x f!reader

genre. high school au! (legal age). rich kid!jock!taehyung. class president!virgin!reader.

word count. 3.4k

warnings. NONCON SMUT (fingering/foreplay, more smut in later parts). noncon touching. blackmailing. degredation. sex in a public area (aka the classroom). forced begging. bondage. hair pulling. yandere themes. taehyung’s flirty and mean but we like it that way yk. 

part (1) of the SCHOOL F*CKING SUCKS! series.

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of course you had to be paired with him. 

it seemed like your history teacher loved throwing challenges your way, ending the grading period with a project and purposefully pairing you with kim taehyung. rich, egotistical, class clown, kim taehyung. of course it’s logical to put the class president with him, the class president who has to deal with his daily teasing and flirty comments. of course.

and of course, he’s thirty minutes late. 

it’s long past the end of the school day and the classroom is empty. the teacher trusted the two of you (okay, mainly only you) to lock up her class after borrowing it, though taehyung happily snatched the keys and said that he’ll keep them so you won’t have to worry about losing them (and for that reason, you worried even more). you sit at your desk in the front row, scowl growing bigger and bigger with each tick of the ugly clock. you try not to pay too much attention to it, constantly refocusing on the clicking of your laptop as you type away at the keyboard. you’re beyond irritated; you have two tests, an essay due, and a student council meeting tomorrow. jimin assigned you to do some research, and if you didn’t get that done, you’d surely let him down (even though he’d hide his dissapointment with a smile). you scream in your head at the thought. blame it on kim taehyung, you think, who’s still not here thirty-three minutes after the promised time. 

“class! president!”

thirty-four.

you don’t look back to him, just continue to watch the words form on the document of your screen, fingers never slowing one bit. you hear the door slide shut and click, and his pricey shoes tap at the floor as he walks closer. “sorry, had something to do,” he says, his low voice echoing off the walls. you can tell that he’s got on a friendly box-like smile that borders on sheepish; the same one that he would give when he asked his teacher to forgive him for being reckless with his devious pranks, or when he told his group members that he forgot to do his part of the assignment. “ran here knowing that you’d be waiting for me, my beautiful class president.”

“what could you possibly be doing for thirty four minutes,” you ask (it’s not really a question; it’s more of a statement that emphasizes your annoyance). you ignore his remark. it’s something you’re used to.

he laughs, as your attitude is something he’s used to as well. “because i’d like to preserve my reputation, i’ll give you the grace of not knowing.” 

he’s in front of your desk now. your eyes look up at him, observing any hints that could possibly give you an idea of what was so important that he had to waste your time. but he looks normal. normal, as in his handsome self; perfectly messy black hair, beautiful eyes, honey skin that’s tan from baseball practices. his crisp school uniform wraps his tall figure, and his blazer is casually unbuttoned (unlike yours). his loose tie could be done better, but you weren’t going to fix it for him. you accidentally glance at his crotch that’s eye level with you.

“want a picture so it’ll last?”

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, then you narrow your eyes when taehyung gives a wink. “just get started already,” you grumble with an eye roll, “we only have forty-five minutes left since someone ditched on the first half hour.”

he clasps his hands together like a prayer and squeezes his eyes shut, pouting, “awe, i’m sorry! really, it won’t happen again!”

“there won’t be an ‘again’. just get the poster paper at the front, taehyung.”

he sends you an overdramatic salute and sets his backpack down, then walks to grab at the stack of posters under the chalkboard. 

“i’m almost finished with the research, we just have to transfer all the information onto the poster. and all the printed images are in my folder. and don’t forget that this has to all be in pen, taehyung, so…”

your voice trails off when he puts the poster on the large desk at the front of the room before slumping onto the teacher’s chair. it’s a cushioned rolling one, and it seems relaxing to sit in, unlike your stiff student seat (you can tell by the way he leans back with a sigh). 

you stare at him. “… what are you doing?”

“hm? oh, i’m sitting down.”

“no,” you say, frustrated, “you’re not supposed to be sitting at mrs. yoo’s desk… you know she doesn’t like that.” he should know, cause he’s been scolded too many times to be oblivious.

taehyung scoffs and puts his hands up in a shrug. “she’s not here. it’s just the two of us.” his palms go to rest at the back of his head. he looks far too comfortable. might as well kick his feet up. “and this is the only desk that’s large enough to put the paper on. it’s not our fault that yoo’s a nit-picky teacher.” your lips purse into a firm line at taehyung calling mrs. yoo informally. he swivels around like a bored child waiting for ice cream. when he notices you not following, he motions for you to come. “thought we were working together, no?”

it’s your turn to scoff. “the fact that i already did seventy-five percent of the work should give you an answer.” 

you clearly want to stay in your seat, but after he complains some more about how nice the chair feels and how far away you are, you internally groan and stand up. there’s another smile on his face, but it’s one of satisfaction; one that appears when mrs. yoo gives in to his pleading (because no teacher would want to scold taehyung, whose family is practically a breathing bank for the administration), or when his classmates timidly accept his apologies. you grab your laptop and your bag as you walk to the large desk, pulling a chair with you along the way. then, you plop down on the (still rather stiff) seat, patting your almost knee-length skirt and continuing, “i shared the document with you, so you can start copying it down on the poster.” you open your laptop.

he doesn’t move, only looks down at your skirt with an amused stare. you glare at him. “taehyung, we really need to-”

“you wanna sit on my lap?”

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Will the Yandere be one or multiple members?

multiple!! :) currently, one of the boys is already yandere while two other eventual yanderes are building up. i think itll be more clear after the next part too 

thank you for reading <3

death valley | masterlist

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize 

genre: smut. thriller. yandere. mystery. gang!au rocker!au fightclub!au

pairings: drugdealer!jungkook x reader, rockstar!jimin x reader, producer!yoongi x reader, songwriter!hoseok x reader, officer!seokjin x reader, gangster!taehyung x reader, fighter!namjoon x reader

series warnings: ok this is really meant to be a fun & thrilling sexual adventure for you. think edgy, sexy, hot summer vibes. yandere behaviors & darker stuff (manipulation, coercion) lots of different kinks, power dynamics, & lots of drug/alc use! specific warnings on each part. drug abuse & addiction are very real issues, and this is not a realistic portrayal of those themes. please do not read if this is triggering in any way!

full masterlist | ask box | drabbles: vmin x yn smut | taekook x yn smut 

QUICK NAVI: part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | finale | series navi | masterlist |

ᐅ part 0 | smut ft: jimin x reader; jungkook x reader your coworker invites you to a big fight at death valley, a notorious local hotspot. you didn’t think you’d end up witnessing your favorite rockstar shooting someone…and then also have his cock in your mouth the next day

ᐅ part 1 | smut ft: taehyung x reader; hoseok x reader; jimin x reader back again for the rematch, you’re determined to keep namjoon safe. after making love with a stranger who somehow knows your name, your fears become realized, and you get a glimpse of the man who might be behind it all

ᐅ part 2 | smut ft: jungkook x reader; namjoon x reader x hoseok; slight yoongi x reader a wild night of drunk fun at death valley ends up with you getting kidnapped by an unknown person. you find out that you’re in a lot more danger than you initially thought, the question is why–and from who?

ᐅ part 3 | smut ft: jimin x reader; taehyung x reader; namjoon x reader the fear within you grows when you find out truths about the people you thought you knew. a breathless encounter with someone you hate leaves you questioning everything. ending up in the hospital, you remain unaware of the looming danger right besides you

ᐅ part 4 | smut ft:  yoongi x reader; jungkook x reader; namjoon x reader jimin is down, your house gets robbed, and all you can do is go to your boss for help. you team up with the only person you still fully trust, only for them to still end up turning on you. broken threats, confusing lies, and so many drugs—you crave the pain that will make it all go away

ᐅ part 5 | smut ft: yoongi x reader, taehyung x reader falling in love is dangerous, but even more so when the guy you’re falling for might be the most dangerous man out there. you and jin get locked away and try to put the puzzle pieces together, but nothing adds up and you’re left dazed and confused. jimin needs to find you, and he’s willing to go to any extent to do so, even if it means starting a full on gang war.

ᐅ part 6 | smut ft: jin x reader, jimin x reader with yoongi holding you hostage, you find out just how big of a role he plays. it doesn’t help when jimin decides to take your relationship public. and when it seems like things can’t get any worse, well…it does

ᐅ part 7 | smut ft: hobi x reader, jin x reader, yoongi x reader yoongi has now placed his life in your hands, a burden which you have only just begun to realize. new allies get made, and old flames get rekindled. the big night has arrived, and its sure to end with a bang.

ᐅ part 8 | smut ft: jin x reader, slight taehyung x reader, jungkook x reader secrets spilled over shots of tequila, a wild night of fire and snow, loyalty gets put to the ultimate test. you thought you knew what was coming, but even you weren’t ready for this.

ᐅ part 9 | smut ft: yoongi x reader, jungkook x reader, jimin x reader, jin x reader there’s nothing quite like the exhilarating high of torture. believing in the ones you trust most may prove fatal once again. the thrill of fame, power and love tempt you. welcome to the chase.

ᐅ part 10 | smut ft: yoongi x reader, namjoon x reader, jimin x reader all eyes are on you, and there seems to be no way out. tired of being manipulated and used, you seek to find your own answers. but the truth may only bring more pain that the comfort of lies you knew.

**ALTERNATE ENDING** ᐅ finale (light version) | smut ft: namjoon x reader, yoongi x reader, taehyung x reader only you have the power to bring down death valley, the question is, are you going to? when heartbreaking secrets get revealed, you decide you’re tired of being a puppet and take matters into your own hands.

death valley finale (dark version)

there are two paths you can take after part 10. the finale (light version) allows more creative freedom in how the story ends. in the finale (dark version) au, events in that ending will leave off at the end of part 10 

ᐅ part 11 | smut ft: namjoon x reader, yoongi x reader, slight taehyung x reader the dead man turns out alive, taking you back to the place it all began. you learn that your fantasy man exists only in your dreams, and the reality of the monster you call your lover is more horrid than you imagined. regretful choices lead to impulsive decisions. you find yourself slipping away, eager to latch on to any sense of power you can

ᐅ part 12 | smut ft: jungkook x reader, jin x reader jimin is nowhere to be found, and you realize the full extent that your lover is willing to go to keep you in his grasp. guilt turns to loyalty for a last shot at redemption. and the sweet taste of fame makes even the best men delusional. now it’s your move, will you be a queen or simply another pawn in this wretched game?

ᐅ part 13 | smut ft: - jimin x reader, namjoon x reader, jin x reader  lost in a haze, your eyes flutter shut while death looms at the door. amongst the hot flames of lust lies selfish men tying loose ends. while reeling betrayal sinks deep into your heart, you’re saved by the one man whos been with you from the start

ᐅ finale | smut ft: namjoon x reader, jimin x reader it's hard to tell if people can change if you never truly knew them in the first place. taehyung's betrayal forces you to reflect on your relationship, while namjoon makes a final play for your heart

drabbles: vmin x yn smut | taekook x yn smut 

death valley (m) | part 1

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize 

I wanna see your animal side. Let it all out. I wanna see the dirt under your skin. Need your broken promises.

pairing: ot7 x reader smut ft: stranger!taehyung x reader, songwriter!hobi x reader, rockstar!jimin x reader

genre: smut, mystery, gang!au, rockstar!au, fightclub!au, eventual yandere

wordcount: 7.8k

warnings: explicit & multiple smut scenes, rough sex (hair pulling, light smacking, scratching, spitting, etc), toxic behavior, power dynamics, heavy drug abuse, penetrative sex, exhibitionism, gunshots (sounds, no one gets shot), traumatic themes, mentions of police, blackmail, degradation, whiny/horny reader, tittie fuck, oral sex (f and m receiving), 69ing, implied prostitution, every yoongi moment seems like its fresh out of a kdrama lol dom!jimin, switch!taehyung, dom!hobi, switch!reader

(disclaimer) this is a completely fictional. this is not an accurate or realistic portrayal & it does glamorize drugs but i do not condone these behaviors. please read with caution!

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | series navi | masterlist |

You hear the bass pounding through the speaker system at Jimin’s penthouse apartment. It was exactly what you would expect from a young star like him. Posters of famous artists classily displayed in a neat row across the wall, records on display, awards and guitars pretty much everywhere. On the table were empty bottles, crumbled up wads of rolling paper, pills of various shapes and sizes. 

Next to it was a sleek white couch where you find yourself, gripping onto the backrest tightly, your skirt lifted and panties down at your wobbling knees, barely able to hold yourself up. 

You bit back a smile at how easily you could tell Jimin was a guitarist. The callouses on his fingers were a dead giveaway as they molded the skin of your ass. You felt his throbbing, hot cockhead against you every now and then, causing your legs to spread even more in anticipation. 

You hear him spit into his hand before then cupping your core, painfully dragging two fingers down your folds. He pulled your sides open and watched the glistening mess that decorated your cunt. The next thing you knew his cock was pushing into you. He was not slow, not caring as you winced at the sudden intrusion. You heard him let out a low groan, harshly jerking your hips back so that he could fit in as far as possible. 

Jimin had demanded you start taking birth control, giving you his black card to keep & pay for expenses. You thought it was kind of funny, he was hellbent that you two had protection but did not want to use a condom no matter what. Hypocrite. You thought to yourself. 

“Pussy so fucking tight SHIT” He pounded into you, moving your hips back as he flexed his forward, watching the way your breasts were bouncing under you at the impact. One of his hands snuck up to grab the back of your neck, holding himself steady while the other reached out to grab his joint. 

You rolled your eyes, pussy clenching as you waited for him to take a hit. You were glad that he only ever took you from behind now. Looking into those shot eyes would have just made you feel pathetic. 

He never kissed you. He never touched you with any care at all. You honestly weren’t even sure why you kept showing up. At first it had been exciting. Park Jimin wanted to hook up with you. But you didn’t realize just how horny this guy was. By now you’d done him in more places than you’d ever care to admit. 

He cursed out as he came inside you, a feeling you were still trying to get used  to. Not a virgin in the slightest, you had always made them pull out. Then again, usually you were calling the shots. But not here. Not with the famous rockstar Park Jimin. He pulls out and smacks your ass one last time, causing you to collapse into the couch. 

“How do you still feel so damn good baby girl?” He chuckles, watching you weakly try to compose yourself. He tosses a few pills at you. “Try this”

You failed to catch them and they landed across your lap. You shook your head. “I’m good thanks” Jimin pulled his sweatpants back on. 

“Just try it. They’re painkillers. You’ll feel amazing” You snorted in amusement. You could see the irritation in his reddened eyes. He ran a hand through his hair and scoffed, looking away from you momentarily. “The fuck you think you are saying no to me huh? Take the damn pills slut”

“Painkillers my ass” You fixed yourself up quickly, grabbing your purse and trying to make way for the exit. Jimin grabbed your wrist tightly before you could leave. 

“Wait...take this...it’s windy out” He threw something towards your face. You caught it, realizing it was his leather jacket. You simply dropped it onto the floor flipping him off in the process. 

“Wouldn’t be caught dead wearing anything of yours” You said scornfully. Jimin opened his mouth to retaliate but you were already gone. 

As you closed the door behind you, you let out a heavy sigh. At times you couldn’t believe you used to idolize this guy so much. Sure he was dripping sex, but you had never met someone whos personality was so spoilt and bratty. Even at work, you dreaded the days where Jimin would come in to record. He would always be so condescending, acting like everyone else knew absolutely nothing about music. 

You asked Hobi, the assistant producer and head songwriter working on his album, if you could be reassigned to a different project. When Jimin heard, he hadn’t taken it well at all. He stormed the hallway and made it to the conference room where you and your colleague Namjoon were eating lunch. 

He didn’t spare a glance at Namjoon, just snapped his fingers at you and motioned for you to come outside. Once he had you to himself, he went off.

“Why’d you move projects?”

“Because you’re an asshole and I don’t want to work with you. Why do you even care?”

Jimin cracked his knuckles, “Bitch” He gritted angrily, “You have a lot of fucking audacity complaining about me like that. What do you think huh? You think your fucking company is gonna protect you from me?”

“And why shouldn’t she think that?” You spun around to see the head producer, Min Yoongi, holding his clipboard as always as he walked towards the two of you. Ever since the day you had joined the company, you had been absolutely starstruck by Min Yoongi. He was just so...you couldn’t even put a finger on it. 

Seeing him made your whole body tremble in excitement. When he looked at you with those pretty eyes of his, you would feel breathless. He always looked insanely hot at work, wearing a partially unbuttoned dress shirt with his fucking jewelry, chains, rings and earrings that you thought were the hottest things ever. You could tell that behind those silk shirts there was a tattoo on his back, one you could only dream of seeing when you pleased yourself at night. He did not give a single fuck about anything, it was so blatantly clear. He was an enigma, and you were obsessed. 

He stood front of you, glaring at Jimin. “Do we have a problem here?”

Jimin laughed darkly, shaking his head and cursing under his breath before walking away from the scene. Yoongi turned to you.

“You okay?” He was a man of few words, this was honestly the most of a reaction you had ever seen from him. It had you riled up. You gulped and nodded. Seeing your response, he simply left you there. 

That’s how it always went. He’d always just leave you. Speechless. Unable to breathe or comprehend anything. 

You returned to the conference room where your fellow intern Namjoon have you a curious look. You shook it off, indicating that it wasn’t worth explaining. 

“You coming to Death Valley tonight?” Namjoon asked. 

Death Valley. You shuddered thinking about the last time you had visited that grunge hotspot. It would be far too soon if you ever stepped foot in there again. 

“I have a rematch with Jin” He twirled the straw in his drink, watching as the ice cubes sloshed around. “I’d love it if you’d come watch” He smiled. He was goddamn adorable, you couldn’t even say no. “I invited Hobi too, so you won’t be by yourself this time”

You gave him a fake smile, remembering darkly how very much not alone you had been at your first fight. The sound of the gunshot so close to you still had you waking up in a cold sweat. You had no idea what you had gotten yourself into, when you found a certain Jeon Jungkook tied up. You had no idea what to do with the knowledge you acquired that night- that there was some big betting and game fixing going on. Someone really needed Namjoon to loose, and clearly was willing to go to many lengths to make that happen. 

As you watched your friendly coworker go onto explain how he had been preparing for the fight, you couldn’t help the way your heart clenched with worry. You couldn’t let anything happen to him. He was too pure. He didn’t deserve to get caught up and hurt because of some illegal shit that had nothing to do with either of you. 

Jeon Jungkook. He would have the answers. He would be able to explain what all you had seen. Trust me, if you want to find me you’ll be able to. The strange blue-haired hottie’s words came back to you. The fuck does that even mean?

"Hey do you know someone named Jeon Jungkook?” You asked Namjoon, interrupting his story. It was worth a shot. His eyes dilated with familiarity. 

“Jungkook? Yeah! He’s my dealer” Namjoon said it as if it was the most normal thing in the world, “Really nice kid. Fucking ripped too. Surprised he doesn’t fight to be honest. Why? Buying something from him?”

You pursed your lips, pushing your phone towards him, “Can you give me his phone number?”

Namjoon raised his eyebrows, “He doesn’t keep one consistent phone...cuz you know...dealing...but I have his burner’s number yeah”

Jungkook had been surprised to receive your call, begging him to not mess with Namjoon’s fight. “Jesus Y/n, I didn’t do anything last time and I won’t this time either chill the fuck out”

You felt a surge of relief, “Thank you thank you thank you”

He chuckled softly over the speaker, “Will you be coming out to watch?” pausing momentarily before adding “I’d...love to see you again for a bit if you are” You could somehow hear him blush, imagining his adorable face, making you grin. You licked your lips...you missed that little brat and his big cock. 

“Yeah, I’ll be there”

-

Death Valley. You honestly didn’t know if you would come out alive once you stepped inside. The music was comforting, and the crowd was energetic, but you found yourself feeling nothing but dread as you walked into the edgy dive bar. 

You took a deep breath as you went to the back hall, knowing that behind the door fresh air was nonexistent and whatever would happen would probably be absolutely mind numbingly insane. You were scared shitless, but the thrill in your veins pushed you to open the door. 

The chanting gave you goosebumps. You didn’t know how much time was left before the fight would start, and you needed to know that Namjoon was going to be safe. You pushed through the crowd, searching for the door to the back rooms. You felt dizzy as you found yourself turning in circles, lost in the sea of people. 

You felt a soft hand on your waist. 

“Jacket girl!” You turned to find yourself face to face with Taehyung. The crowd pushed back so that Taehyung had you pressed up against him. He steadied his balance on you. You made a face. You didn’t have a good reason not to like this guy, he had been decent enough to you, but somehow you just got a bad vibe. 

He didn’t seem high at all, his eyes intense but sober. No cigarette, nothing. “Looking for Jungkook?” You felt the hairs on your neck stand. You looked around, hoping to get a glimpse of his blue highlights but he was nowhere to be found.

“What time did he say he would meet you?” Taehyung inquired helpfully, noticing your unease. 

“He didn’t really say a time...” You muttered, checking your phone. You dialed his number but his phone came up turned off. “Fuck”

Suddenly the echoes of booming cheers seemed to shake through the walls. Taehyung grinned, “Looks like the fight started” His eyes flashed at you and you immediately felt like something was seriously off, “Jungkook might be running late. Wanna just go watch? He’ll call you when he gets here I’m sure”

You gulped. You wanted to see Jungkook, for Namjoon’s sake but also, for your own sake. You had dolled up just for him, taking a little extra care in selecting your underwear. You pouted slightly realizing that your efforts would be going to waste. 

“Come on jacket girl. Let’s go have some fun” Taehyung winked at you. The noise was suffocatingly loud. You subconsciously gripped Taehyung’s sleeve to ensure you didn’t lose him as he lead you towards the balcony. There were no open seats, but Taehyung walked up to a few people and whispered something. You watched as they became petrified and quickly scurried off, leaving a good amount of room for you and him to watch the fight. Someone behind him offered him a cigarette which he declined.

“You don’t smoke?” You asked him, focusing your attention to the ring where Namjoon and Jin were circling each other, not quite doing much yet. 

“Nah not really” He chuckled, tilting his head in amusement, “But I might if a pretty girl asked me too”

Finally Jin dove in for a punch, and you pursed your lips, mentally cheering Namjoon on as he dodged the hit. 

“Aw, you think I’m pretty? Gee thanks haven’t heard that one before”

“Can I ask you something jacket girl?” He leaned close to you, and you could feel his hot breath on your cheeks. You hummed in agreement, “What’s your name?”

Jin landed a harsh blow, sending Namjoon flying into the restraints. Namjoon jumped back up and ran towards Jin, but Jin quickly dodged him, catching him in a headlock and pushing him onto the floor. 

You smirked, meeting Taehyung’s flirty eyes briefly, “Why?”

He licked his lips, “I wanna know who’s name I’m gonna be moaning in about” Taehyung pretended to check his watch. You couldn’t help but notice the expensive piece-- it made you wonder what exactly Taehyung must do for a living. “Five minutes” His breath was hot against your ears, sending shivers down your spine. 

He suddenly grasped your wrist and pulled you to the back of the arena, behind the backs of the rowdy crowd. He harshly pressed you up against a wall, and you clenched your eyes shut as he brought his mouth to yours, moaning into you. His movements desperate, like he had been holding himself back. It was refreshing to taste him. Unlike Jimin and Jungkook who tasted bitter because of their smoked out lips, Taehyung was a refreshing minty flavor. You inhaled him more, enjoying the normalcy of the feeling. It was almost humbling. 

He cupped your face, kissing you sensually as your bodies rolled against one another, matching the rhythms of the pounding heard from the arena. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, and he looked almost dazed, his eyes fluttering shut as he savored your taste. 

“Taehyung” You panted, reaching down to fiddle with the waistline of his pants, “Fuck take this off” You whispered. You felt his lips curl into a smile as he continued to place chaste kisses to your swelling lips. 

There was very little light where you were, far behind the large light poles that shone down on the crowd. No one was looking, and the noise was far too loud for anyone to hear you, but the clear view of people right out in the open had your thighs trembling with excitement.

“Relax. We’ve got all the time in the world” You noticed Taehyung check his watch before refocusing onto his kisses. You clenched your eyes shut, face heating from the sound of your lips smacking against him, as your tongues messily wrestled each other.

To your surprise he slowly dropped to his knees. “Is this okay?” He barely let his finger reach for your jeans zipper. You internally screamed in excitement, knowing that at least someone was going to see the lingerie you had on, even if it wasn’t the guy you were hoping for. 

“Eating a girl out first. Consent. Damn is it my fucking birthday” You joked. Taehyung smiled softly, tugging your pants down and kissing your exposed skin as it revealed itself. His eyes were shut, lips wet and burning as they trailed down until he reached your knees. 

You watched in amusement as he opened his eyes, immediately shocked at what was in front of him. You had a sleek little cage garter over a black thong. Nothing too fancy, but Taehyung was almost drooling. He stumbled back momentarily. 

“Wow” He whispered under his breath, “All this for a fucking street rat like Jungkook” You squinted at his statement, but decided not to question it. He traced the garter with his fingers before kissing your thighs. 

You ran a hand through his hair, grabbing a fistful and moaning out as he tugged off the garter belt with his teeth and then your thong with it. He shifted himself so that his hands gripped the back of your knees, pushing your legs apart as you leaned back onto the cold concrete wall.

“Taehyung” You whined. “If you’re gonna do it just do it fuck” You jerked your hips, his teasing getting far too overwhelming for you. 

“Relax baby...wanna savor this” He groaned, his deep voice vibrating into you, causing your pussy to leak even more. You tugged his hair impatiently.

Taehyung played along, working his tongue into your heat. He let the tip of his tongue glide agonizingly slow, before looking dead into your eyes as he curled his tongue in, lapping you up like a puppy. Your mouth parted, mesmerized by his eyes beneath you. It was such a power trip, you felt adrenaline rush through you as you stroked his hair affectionately. 

He pursed his lips, kissing your sweet cunt before jutting his tongue back inside you. He bobbed his head as he rolled his tongue around, savoring your juices, stretching you out. 

You felt your legs tremble as he picked up his pace, drinking you for everything you were worth. His grip tightened on your knees and you squealed, tilting your head back. 

He stopped, moving his kisses up to your stomach, pushing up the fabric of your top as he slowly got up. He pulled it off, revealing the equally tantalizing bra you had on. He whined at the sight. 

“Holy shitttt” His hands grabbed at you like you were a present waiting to be unwrapped. He practically tore the garment off of you, leaving you completely naked. 

“You’re a fucking goddess” He mumbled softly, nipping at your breasts. You tugged on his shirt and he raised his arms, allowing you to pull it off of him. You ran your hands all over his chest, feeling his toned muscles and soft, scorching hot skin. You let your nails drag along his back as you wrapped your arms around him. He squeezed your ass, grinding into you slightly. You felt his plump erection painfully resisting the fabric of his jeans as he rutted into you. 

It occurred to you that all it would take was one person turning around to catch you both at any moment. Maybe a crowd would gather. Maybe they would start filming you. Just stand around and watch you whine like a bitch as Taehyung did with you as he pleased. Fuck. You trembled, feeling flush all over at the prospect.

He groped your ass sensually, kissing your neck all over while you whimpered, letting soft little moans fill the space.  You reached down to unbutton his pants, and he smirked at your desperation. 

“You ready?” He whispered, looking at you darkly, “You want my cock huh?” He clicked his tongue, almost laughing at you. His change in demeanor gave you goosebumps as he yanked his pants down slightly and flipped you around, pressing your arms above your head with one had, allowing the other stroke his freed length. You pouted, wishing you could have seen how big it was, but you felt it soon enough.

He slapped his rigid cock against your ass a few times before lining it up with your soaked lips. 

He pushed into you, and your eyes almost bulged. He seemed never ending as his thickness continued to push further and further into you. You screamed out, clenching your fists above your head and digging your nails into yourself to try to numb the pain. He took his free hand to clench your breast, rolling your nubs between his fingers softly as he began to move.

He let his cock drag out of your core all the way. Your eyes were shut, focused on the almost dizzying sensation of him. He then thrusted back into you harshly and you yelped out. He repeated this, setting a rhythm to his movements before burying his face into the side of your neck.

“So fucking pretty like this” He whispered, hot lips pressed against your ears, sending waves of electric heat through your body as he continued to steadily thrust into you. “God you’re so tight babe. So fucking tight.” 

He kissed your cheek, nipping you slightly, making you giggle. His face was so incredibly close to yours, it was weirdly intimate. Almost as if he was making love to you. You let his fingers slide between yours as he continued to hold your hands above you, enjoying the feeling of his hand grasping yours with such care but desperation. 

He released your breast to snake his other hand down to rub your clit, pushing his finger in light circles to try to get you writhing under him. He tugged on your ear with the edge of his teeth, “You’re gonna cum aren’t you..fuck I can tell. Getting so fucking drenched for me. God you’re so hot Y/n. So fucking hot”

You were so fucked out you couldn’t even think. You were a moaning mess at this point. Taehyung was hammering into you, his size still stinging but the sensation overwhelmed you to the point where it didn’t matter. 

“Taehyung. Taehyung” You groaned incoherently, face pressing against the wall. His face was right next to you now, cheek pressed up against you. Your bodies were hot, sweating. It was filthy. Out in the open fucking like dogs. He sucked on your neck, hitting a place that had you unraveling at the seams. You screamed out, orgasm suffocating you in pleasure. 

“Fuck yes. Right there...r..right there yeah just like that” Your pussy dripped all over Taehyung, tightening down hard on him as he continued to push in and out of you.

Taehyung exhaled, feeling your cunt almost sucking on him. “That’s it baby cum all over me” He thrusted harshly, kissing your neck, “You’re so fucking wet” He gasped feeling his cock twitch, “So perfect for me fuck” You were so tight around him he was falling apart, “Mm gonna cum” He thrusted again voice  panicking as he lost control of himself “Holy shit. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum Y/n, fuck” He pulled out quickly, cumming all over your ass.

He collapsed onto your back, hugging you to him tightly. He kissed your back a few more times, lingering slightly before letting you go. He grabs your clothes off of the ground, handing them to you politely. 

He checks his watch again, and sighs in relief. As he pulls his jeans back up, you can’t help but notice a slight shine coming from something sticking out of his back pocket. Does he have...

Suddenly the lights go out. You hear a symphony of shocked cries. Taehyung reaches out for you quickly. You heard gun shots in the far distance and the two of your crouch down. “Fuck” You heard Taehyung mumble. 

Your heart is racing. Taehyung quickly pulls you with him, finding a door and pushing you through. The panicked crowd begins to guide themselves out the main exit through their screen lights. Namjoon. Is Namjoon okay? You could no longer see the ring. You heard a click and watched as Taehyung kissed your forehead one final time. He looked angry.

“Sorry. I gotta go. Get to the back room” He gulped, “Fast” You nodded, watching as he took off, the item you had seen no longer in his pocket. 

You tried to steady your breathing, turning your phone’s flashlight on to be safe. You closed your eyes, trying to replay the pleasure you felt just minutes earlier. Suddenly your blood ran cold.

You never told Taehyung your name. But he...he had moaned it. Hadn’t he? 

You quickly dialed the only safe number you could think of, pressing the phone to your ear as your wrist trembled in fear. 

“Hobi? Where are you?” Your voice was trembling. “W...what was that noise?? Where’s Namjoon? I’m scared Hobi” 

“Hey...” Hobi’s voice was soothing and calm. You blinked your tears, “Sssh. It’s okay. Namjoon is fine. Stay put okay, it’ll be over soon. I’ll find you”

“Are you with him?” Your heart was racing.

“No. But no one got hurt Y/n I promise, it was just a warning. Stupid gangs trying to scare each other. Just stay put” You gulped.

“O...okay. Thanks”

“Don’t cry. Everything’s okay. You’re okay” You hung up. 

Taehyung had a gun. Taehyung knew your name this whole time. Taehyung knew you were here to see Jungkook. Jungkook wasn’t here. You shivered in discomfort. 

You reached into your purse, where you had stashed a few of Jimin’s pills for a rainy day. You picked out one that looked the least intimidating and inspected it carefully. Not the most educated about your drugs, you internally prayed that it was some kind of sedative, swallowing it. 

Within minutes you found yourself feeling bolder. You gathered your things, carefully maneuvering back into the main arena. You crouched down, climbing the steps on all fours, ignoring the rough dust that met your palms.

You hear voices, but you can’t quite decipher what’s being said. You slowly open the door, careful not to draw any attention to yourself and slip through silently. 

You squint in the darkness towards the arena. It was still pitch dark, but your eyes immediately were drawn to a flashlight in the ring. 

Your heart dropped. Laying out on the ground with a foot pressed down against their face was Namjoon. You could see his eyes clenched shut and his body was trembling. You wanted to scream for help but then you saw a gun in the hand of whoever was holding the flashlight.

You couldn’t see their face, but you could tell it was a man. They said nothing, simply tilted Namjoon’s chin with their foot and laughed sinisterly. You winced as you watched the foot stepped on his neck. You could hear Namjoon cry out in pain. The man retracted his foot then, seeming satisfied. 

The flashlight seemed to move away towards the exit. You held your breath, waiting till you heard the close of the door. You were breathing heavily, unsure if it was the pill you took or how scared you were. You could hear Namjoon whimpering and it broke your heart. 

You finally garnered the courage to turn your flashlight on. You carefully try to find the way down to the ring, keeping an ear out for any intruders. 

“Namjoon!” Once he’s well in sight you run towards him, dropping to your knees by his side. His face was beat up and bruised. He had blood trickling down his forehead. “Oh my god Namjoon”

“Y/n!?” You heard another voice and froze. You turned, shining your flashlight around until you landed on Hobi. You sighed with relief, wiping your tears.

“Hobi. Fuck, he’s hurt. We gotta help him.” Hobi nodded and made his way to you guys. In the meanwhile you grabbed some band aids from your bag. Won’t do much but it’ll stop the bleeding. You leaned over him to set a bandaid onto his cut face. You let your thumbs lightly apply pressure and Namjoon grunted in pain. “Namjoon, can you move?” He shook his head. You took a careful look at his eyes. They were absolutely blown out. He’s on something. Something bad. 

“Hobi!” You cried out as he arrived. Hobi clicked his tongue seeing Namjoon’s state. He carefully wrapped his arms under Namjoon’s to lift him up.

“Fuck...he’s heavy...help me” Hobi grunted, motioning for you to grab his legs. You both carefully walked him out of the arena, up the stairs back to the main Death Valley bar. It was completely empty. Everyone was gone. 

“Do you think they locked it?” You whispered.

“Why are you whispering?” Hobi joked, trying to lighten up the mood, “No. I doubt it. Here, go open the door and I’ll carry him on my back”

The two of you set Namjoon down on one of the booth tables. Hobi somehow maneuvered Namjoon’s limp body onto his back. You opened the door--luckily it was unlocked. You led Hobi to your car and helped him drag Namjoon into the backseat. 

The two of you panted as Namjoon appeared to be completely knocked out. You shut the car door and leaned against it, sliding down your back until you were sitting on the road. You buried your face into your hands and began to cry.

“Hey. Hey!” Hobi knelt down besides you. He hesitated slightly before patting your shoulder affectionately. “He’s gonna be okay. We can take him to the hospital”

“No we fucking can’t.” You mumbled, “He’s high...and I’m guessing this fight was not legal by any means” Hobi sighed.

“Then let’s take him to his house. I can stay with him tonight to make sure he’s okay.”

You nodded, allowing Hobi to help you up. Before you could go around to the drivers seat he pulled you into a hug. He was tall enough that he could rest his head on top of yours, comforting you while stroking your back.

“You’re okay. Everything’s okay. Hm?” He looked down at you expectantly. You sighed and nodded. Everything is really not okay. But sure.

You sat in the drivers seat, trying to focus on your breathing, gathering yourself before you began to drive. Hobi hopped in besides you. He set his hand on your knee and squeezed affectionately. 

You looked at him. His eyes seemed so kind. So normal. He was just a friendly coworker. Someone you enjoyed making music with. Someone who wasn’t caught up in this God awful place. 

You suddenly felt a need to tell him everything. 

You drove, Hobi guiding you with directions to Namjoon’s home. He played some nice soothing acoustic tracks that he knew you’d like. Something to take the edge off. Not much conversation was exchanged but Hobi kept a secure hand on your knee as you drove. 

You arrived at the address, helping Hobi pick Namjoon up again. It had begun to rain heavily. Thunder growled in the distance giving you shivers. The two of your trudged through the puddled ground to get to Namjoon’s door, grabbing his keyes from his pocket to open his door. Hobi let Namjoon fall off of him and onto his couch. He exhaled, evidently exhausted. It must have been past midnight, you were both extremely tired, wet, and decently traumatized. 

Hobi rummaged Namjoon’s fridge and found a bottle of water, tossing it your way. You thanked him, not realizing how dehydrated you had become. He watched you gulp it down, some spilling from the edge of your lips down your dripping neck. You wiped your mouth with your sleeve.

“You good to get home in this weather?” Hobi asked, taking a seat at Namjoon’s kitchen island. “You can stick around till it dies down. Storms usually pass around here”

You nodded, standing quietly as you watched Namjoon sleep. His face was bruised, lips crusted with blood. You had no idea what horrible things might be flowing through his veins. You didn’t even know if he would wake up. You were petrified. Could you have stopped this? Is this your fault?

The house was eerily silent. “Hobi” You whispered, trying to blink back tears. 

“Yeah? What’s up, is everything okay?”

“I’m just...I’m really really worried about Namjoon.” And you spilled. You broke down in front of your colleague shamelessly. You no longer cared if you would look pathetic or not, you cried. You told him about Jimin, about Taehyung, about everything. About what you had heard before the first fight, about seeing Jimin shoot someone. The only thing you didn’t tell him was about the sex. All the sex, but especially your unwarranted coworkers-with-benefits situation with Jimin. If you could even call it that. You weren’t even sure what to label it as, but regardless Hobi could not know.

By the time you finished you were sobbing into Hobi’s chest and he held you tightly. He pressed his lips down on the top of your head, trying to comfort you in whatever way he could. 

“I’m...I’m scared Hobi” You could feel his breath against you. He hummed softly, trying to calm you down, wiping away your tears with his thumbs.

“Ssshhh...Let’s get you dried up and then we can talk it out okay? I’m sure Namjoon wont mind if we borrow some clothes” Hobi looked at you with a cheerful smiled, stroking your back kindly. You appreciated him so much.

The two of you found some pajamas in Namjoon’s room. Hobi went to go look for towels so you began to change your clothes. You peeled off your drenched jeans first, kicking them off your legs, before moving onto your top. The garter was pressing into your skin uncomfortably. You quickly threw on Namjoon’s shirt before sitting down on his bed to remove the garter.

Right then you hear a soft thud, looking up to see a flushed Hobi who had just dropped the towels he found. The both of you froze momentarily. You decided to quickly finish what you were doing before it became awkward, unaware of the clear view Hobi had of your underwear as you pulled the garter off and threw it aside. 

“So sorry I should’ve knocked” Hobi clumsily picked up the towels, tossing one to you so you could wipe yourself down. 

“No worries, I’m dressed” You tried to appear casual, tried not to notice the slight bulge in his boxers. 

“Yeah but...um. Okay” He cleared his throat and sat down next to you, leaving a generous amount of space.“I’m going to tell you some stuff that...is gonna be a bit hard to believe okay”

“Hobi I think after tonight nothing can shock me” You joked bitterly.

He smiled and you giggled. “I’ll start with Park Jimin. Jimin isn’t just a singer. You know how we were talking about he got into drugs and stuff?” You nodded slowly, “Yeah it’s actually a lot worse than just that. He’s in a gang.”

You blinked. Park Jimin? In a gang?

“All these years he hasn’t been making music…he got involved with a lot of really bad people. But...he’s a clever guy I’ll give him that. He’s got a lot of new power in the trafficking scene. People know him as more than just an artist around places like this” 

“But...” Hobi paused, considering his phrasing, “I think...him and whoever the fuck he works with are not allowed to sell here. Death Valley, a lot of people buy and use drugs there obviously. But there’s a different, much...more established gang that runs around here. I’m not sure the details but, Death Valley is owned by them. All the fights, parties, anything that happens in that building is run by them. Jimin’s not supposed to trespass” Was that why everyone was flipping out about your jacket? Hobi thought deeply for a moment, “My guess is that he was the one you heard yelling at Jungkook.”

“But Jimin shot the guy who was gonna shoot...wait so who drugged Namjoon? It could have been Jungkook. He was supposed to meet me but he didn’t...maybe they got to him...” You pondered for a while. 

“Honestly Y/n...this really isn’t something worth worrying about. It’s Namjoon’s choice to be a part of these fights. If there is game fixing going on, that’s really not something we can control, we just have to hope for the best. It’s too dangerous. There’s a lot of money involved in fights. Like...a lot” 

You sighed. He was right. Why were you bothering yourself with all this. You needed to focus on work. You came here to make music and be around the culture you had grown up to love. This was all just noise. 

“I promise Death Valley is fun besides all that. Just stay away from the fights” 

You smiled and nodded. He pinched your nose playfully. “I hope you feel better. That was a lot to get off of your chest” Hobi asked you to wait as he went back to Namjoon’s kitchen to grab something. He returned with a small bong and a lighter. He raised his eyebrows to you, gesturing to ask if you wanted any. You nodded. 

Hobi got to work, grinding up some weed. You watched his carefully as he took the first hit. He exhaled slowly before handing you the contraption. You mimicked his actions, feeling the familiar burn through your chest. 

It didn’t take too long for the two of you to become a giggling mess, already out of your mind from exhaustion. You rolled over the bed playfully, shirt riding up to your hips as your legs stretched across the expanse of the mattress. You gave Hobi with a goofy smile and saw his jaw stiffen as his gaze shifted from his playful nature to something much more intense.  

“Hobi” You muttered, grinning, “I bet you have a really big cock” Hobi’s breath hitched, face going red at your suggestion. He tried to stop himself from looking down at your bare legs, or the tiny little thong you had on under your shirt, now on display. But he was only human. 

He subconsciously dragged his fingers up and down your thigh making you hum in pleasure.

You were desperate to be touched. The burden of the evening weighing too much for you. You didn’t want to think. And Hobi. Hobi was perfect. He was so sweet, and normal, and just so incredibly sane. 

You let out a moan, his minstrations overwhelming your clouded senses. You looked at him with pleading eyes, allowing yourself to notice how fucking hot he was. His jawline could cut through your soul and his hair was still slightly wet, making him that much hotter. 

“Please touch me” You whined, spreading your legs.

Hobi’s eyes were quivering, he almost couldn’t believe the situation. You pouted, rolling on top of him and setting yourself onto his lap like a child. “Y/n...” He panted. “W...we can’t. We work together”

“God Hobi you look so hot right now please” You bounced up and down, throwing a tantrum, knowing fully well that you were riling him up. The sharp tent of his cock hitting as you rolled your hips teasingly. You threw your arms around his neck, his finding your lower back in response. He blinked at you incredulously. 

“We’re literally in Namjoon’s bed” Hobi argued. You pouted even more, continuing to bounce playfully in his lap, enjoying the way you could feel him getting hard, the friction giving momentary relief to your craving. His heart clenched at how cute you were being.

“So?” You let go to pull your shirt up to show him your bra. His eyes widened as he looked down at your chest. “Don’t you wanna play with these?” You teased, wiggling your chest slightly before releasing the fabric back over your body and watching Hobi blush like crazy.

"No...this isn’t right. You’re high, I don’t wanna take advantage of you. Plus you could get fired if someone finds out and..”

“So you don’t want me?” You gave him a slightly hurt look, shifting your weight on his lap so that you pressed up against his bulge as much as possible. You slid a hand under his shirt, up the expanse of his chest. “You don’t wanna see my tits? I’d let you do whatever you want to them.” You shifted again, making Hobi groan under his breath. “You could fuck them. You don’t want that? You don’t want to fuck my tits?”

Hobi’s mouth was dry. You took his hand and slid it under your shirt until you felt his large palms over your heaving breast. You watched as Hobi began to breathe heavily, trembling slightly.

“I want that” You continued to taunt him. You leaned in so that his hand pressed up against your breast and your mouth was right by his ear, “I wanna take my tits and push them onto your big” You palmed his bulge, “throbbing cock.”

Hobi let out a strangled moan, watching you with parted lips as you continued to rub your hand over his crotch. 

“I wanna be such a good girl for you. Wanna do everything you want” You tugged down his boxers and watched his dick spring up. He was completely erect, cock flushed and veiny. You couldn’t stop yourself from bending down and licking the leaking tip, keeping your eyes glued to his. “Wanna be a whore for you”

Hobi gulped. “F...fuck Y/n. That feels so fucking good” You began to stroke his length, spitting into your hand so that you could lather him up nicely. He gasped as you squeezed him, pumping him slowly. 

You pulled your shirt off, pushing your chest to Hobi’s mouth so that he could snap off your bra with his teeth. “Holy shit” He was absolutely breathless as he saw your naked chest. You groped your own breasts, allowing your hands to push them together and make them bulge out. 

You lowered yourself onto him, face burying into his pelvis. You moaned as you felt his long cock glide up the valley of your chest, sending a hot spark through you at the touch. You kissed his skin as you began to push your breasts up and down on his length.

His hand found your face, pushing your hair behind your ears as you desperately pleased him. He licked his lips as lust slowly plagued over reason. He suddenly grabbed your jaw and pushed you off him, onto your back, making his way on top of you.

“You wanna be a whore for me huh?” His eyes were dark now, sending shivers through you, “Then be a fucking whore” He pressed your head down onto the mattress, lowering down onto you so he could shove his cock into your mouth from above. You gagged instantly as he ruthlessly fucked your mouth.

“That’s righttt. Look at you. Nasty little thing” He cooed at you, shoving his cock further and further down your throat, “So fucking desperate for cock. Can’t even fucking stop yourself”

He rolled off of you so he could switch sides, crawling over you to your trembling cunt. He yanked off your thong before spitting down onto your pussy. You moaned. He was so filthy and you loved it. 

“Keep sucking my cock baby” He growled as he lowered himself down and began to lick your slick arousal. You whimpered around his thick cock as you felt him push his tongue deep inside you. 

“Feels...good” You tried to speak but your mouth was too stuffed to be coherent. Hobi pulled out and rolled over, tangling in the sheets as he switched positions again. He dragged your body up to his so that you were on top of him with your back pressed against his chest. 

He guided your hips, watching with intense focus as his cock entered you, lowering you down onto his lap. Once you were settled with his cock deep inside you he began to bite down on your neck.

“What are you gonna say at work tomorrow hm? What are you gonna tell everyone when they ask who gave you all these hickeys? You gonna tell them what a fucking slut you are? Throwing yourself at me like this huh?” You whined as he cupped your jaw and tilted your head back onto his shoulder. He thrusted his hips up into you and you winced at the force.

“Go ahead. Fuck yourself onto me like a desperate cock hungry whore” You did as told, rising up slightly before pushing yourself back down on him, hands gripping the sheets tightly for support. You cried out as his cock hit every crevice of you. You felt so full, so incredible. You sped up unknowingly causing Hobi to moan out loudly. 

His hands moved to your bouncing tits, pinching your nipples as you continued to ride him.

“You like that?” He growled into your neck. You nodded dumbly. “Mmm yeah I fucking bet you do.” The next time you came down on him he gripped your hips tightly holding you down deep on his cock. You feel it pulsing inside your walls as he pushes you down onto your chest. 

“Look at that fucking ass” He pulls out briefly and wraps his hand around his cock, letting the tip trace your pronounced curves. You wiggle slightly, trying to entice him and he notices. He slaps his cock against you. “So goddamn needy”

“You’d really let me do anything to you huh” He pushed inside you again, rolling his hips against your ass. “Use you however I like. God, fuck, Y/n if I had known I would’ve fucked you the second we met”

He thrusted furiously, grabbing the ends of your hair and yanking it back like a reign. You screamed out in pain. He continued to push his hips against you, the feeling of him sliding against your walls so fast causing you to clench down desperately. 

“Im gonna...OW” Hobi tugged your hair as you spoke, “gonna cum” 

“Of course you are. You’re fucking loving this aren’t you. You’re so fucking wet, your pussy is slobbering all over me. Look at the mess you’ve made.” He clicked his tongue before leaning into your ear, “What’s Namjoon gonna say huh when he sees how you’ve leaked onto his bed like this” He taunted you. “Needy little girl, getting so turned on by me pounding into you like a fucking toy”

“Fuck Hobi holy shit” You cried out, his hurtful words making your pussy gush out as you came harder than ever. You could feel Hobi moan as he bites down on your shoulder, trying to muffle his pleasure as he continues to thrust into you wildly. 

“God you’re so hot” He whines, and the next thing you know he’s shooting his hot cum deep inside you. “Fuck!” He pulls out quickly. “Shit I’m so sorry I didn’t think I was gonna...” You giggled, rolling over to see his concerned face, such a contrast to how he was just seconds ago.

“It’s okay. I’m protected” You spread your legs and reached a finger down, gathering some of his cum and bringing it to your lips. You look Hobi dead in the eye as you lick it off like candy. 

“You’re just begging to be fucked again aren’t you” He dove back down and kissed you, his fingers finding your stuffed cunt and plugging inside. You twitch as you feel his rough fingers invade you, still sensitive from your last orgasm. You pussy clenches desperately as he adds another finger, pumping you furiously into another high. 

You cried out as you came. The look in Hobi’s dark eyes sending you over the edge. His plush lips, he was so fucking sexy. You screamed his name as your whole body twitched, arching your back high up in the air. “Hobi...holy fuck baby just like that” You murmured, slightly embarrassed that you making so much noise. After finger-fucking you through it, Hobi rolled onto your side and kisses your cheek. 

You sigh in satisfaction, scissoring your legs to ease the tingling aftershocks of your orgasm, letting sleep finally take you.

-

If Jungkook didn’t drug Namjoon, then the person who wanted to do it probably just did it. That person wanted Jin to win. Jimin shot the guy that was threatening Jungkook so that means Jimin was protecting Namjoon from whoever was backing Jin. But Jungkook didn’t meet you. They might’ve gotten to him then. They might have threatened him again, so maybe he did drug Namjoon. He is the dealer. Namjoon trusts him. It’s possible... 

These were the thoughts running through your mind as you arrived at work the next morning. You were surprised to see Namjoon. Still looking beat up, you noticed a general shift in his demeanor. He wasn’t acting cute anymore. He didn’t flash those dimples you loved every five seconds anymore. He was pouty, jaw taught, grumbling away to himself. 

As you sat in the studio with him, working on the computer while he messed around on the soundboard, the two of you exchanged no words. He seemed completely out of it still. You wondered if whatever he had been drugged with had worn off. 

Hobi finally walked in. “Morning guys” Namjoon seemed to cheer up slightly upon seeing Hobi.

“There’s gonna be an open mic concert next week at Death Valley” Namjoon said eagerly. You groaned. Hobi chuckled at your reaction. “The three of us should go. It’ll be fun. Low stakes. I haven’t actually hung out with you two yet”

He had a point, but you were tired of that fucking place. 

“I’m in. Sounds fun!” Hobi winked at you. You pouted. You wanted to jump his bones and fuck the shit out of him so bad. Getting him wasted at Death Valley seemed to be a good way going about it, but you were still scared. It’s just a concert. Not a fight. No guns.

“Y/n?” Namjoon asked hopefully. You sighed. At least it wasn’t tonight. You had some time to recover. 

“Sure, why not” You muttered. Namjoon grinned. There were those dimples again. You couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“I’ll have Jungkook bring us something insane. We can go wild” He licked his lips, “God I can’t wait.” He began to tap his foot rapidly. You exchanged a glance with Hobi. 

“Oh by the way, Y/n, Jimin said wants to see you after work. He wanted feedback on something” You gave Hobi a look but he simply put his hands up in defense. “Don’t kill the messenger” He smiled before leaving. Once he left Namjoon growled.

“Park fucking Jimin” He sneered, clenching his fists.

“What about him?”

“He made me lose”

-

You already knew that it was a booty call. You left the office and drove straight to Jimin’s. You were fucking done with him, especially now that you knew the truth about him. 

If he really was the man you had seen placing his foot on Namjoon...you shuddered. You were disgusted by him.

Jimin opened the door for you and you shoved past him before he could say a word.

“Damn you PMSing or something” He scoffed. You were so ready to kick his balls.

“What the fuck do you want?”

He sat at his table, and you noticed the lines of powder on the table. Jimin rolled a few dollar bills and snorted one up. He tapped the floor with his foot, gesturing you to sit by him. “Come suck daddy’s cock.”

You reached into your purse and grabbed his credit card, throwing it at him with all your strength. You missed him by a long shot, making him laugh, but you didn’t give a fuck. “I’m done with you.”

Jimin laughed even harder. He almost sounded evil. You clenched your fists.

“I want out. I don’t want or need your fucking money. I hate having sex with you. You’re an asshole and you better fucking leave me alone or”

“Or what baby girl?” Jimin taunted, standing up. “Go tell Yoongi? Think Yoongi’s gonna fucking save the day or some shit. Please be my fucking guest.” He grabbed his phone and tapped away for a bit before handing it to you. “Say a word to anyone, and I’d be happy to show Yoongi and just about the whole damn world this”

Your mouth went dry. It was the security footage of you sucking Jimin off in the studio. 

“You know...you’re not supposed to fuck people you work with hmm” He harshly grabbed your jaw, pushing the card back into your awe struck mouth. You bit down, which just made him laugh more. “Want you to enjoy this too baby. I really do. I can give you whatever you want, you just tell daddy what you need mmkay? But don’t make me fucking angry. You have no idea what I’m capable of.” You chuckled darkly. You definitely had some idea. You took the card and slid it back into your purse.

“Go to hell” You kicked his shin, walking over to the table and grabbing the keys to his car. 

“Go ahead and throw your tantrums, just be ready to fuck when I see you next” Jimin called after you, a faint bitterness in his voice.

You were furious, not skipping a moment to get in Jimin’s sleek convertible and set off onto the road. Your foot pressed down on the gas until it was the pedal flattened. Your knuckles clenched, gripping the wheel so tightly you could’ve pulled it clean off. 

You loved the thrill of driving fast. It allowed you to feel control. Control that Jimin made you loose. You had the power and that’s how it should be.

Unlucky for you, a sharp turn resulted in you finding yourself walking through the county precinct. It wasn’t a big accident, you had gone off the highway and had to get towed. Driving a car for which you were not on the insurance, you had to come in. 

You were simply waiting around for paperwork. You looked around at all the busy bodies. You wondered if any of these cops knew even half of the shit that went on in this town. 

You sat on your phone in the lobby, looking up every now and then as people walked past you, hoping that someone would simply bring you what you needed so that you could get your car back. 

"Great catching up with you man!” You heard some voices.

“Yeah, you too Jin. Stay safe out there” You froze. Jin. Like, JIN Jin?

You looked up and sure enough, the broad movie star-looking boy from the fight was there in the flesh. You looked around to see if anyone else was as shocked as you were, and no one was. He fist bumped an officer, and your eyes widened as you saw him slide a badge into his pocket. 

Kim Seokjin is a fucking cop? You stared at him. Unsure what to do. It wasn’t likely he had seen your face...hopefully. 

Jin glanced your way, giving you a charming smile and winked. 

“Hey Y/n”

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a/n: thank you for reading <3 i really hope you liked this.. its become the bane of my existence lol. jin and yoongi will have their moment but theres stuff BUILDING rn so just...ride with it. you will fuck everyone multiple times in various ways dw ;)

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death valley (m) | part 2

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize 

Oh there you go, undress to impress. You can wear the crown but you’re no princess

pairing: ot7 x reader smut ft: drugdealer!jungkook x reader; songwriter!hobi x reader x coworker!namjoon; brief producer!yoongi x reader

genre: smut, slight yandere (building), thriller, gang!au, rockstar!au, fightclub!au, 

wordcount: 7.7k

warnings: multiple and explicit smut scenes, rough sex (hair pulling, slight biting-spanking-spitting, manhandling, etc), oral sex (f & m), praise, kidnapping, subtle yandere themes, exhibitionism, threesome, daddy kink, a noncon kiss on the cheek, traumatic themes, crying/fear, wet dream, begging, degradation (use of terms: slut, whore, etc), restraints/handcuffs (in dream), intoxicated sex, fainting, swearing, heavy drug and alcohol abuse, yoongi is just...the absolute sweetest, switch(but mostly sub in this part)!reader, dom!hobi, sub!namjoon, dom!jungkook

(disclaimer) this is a completely fictional. this is not an accurate or realistic portrayal & it does glamorize drugs but i do not condone these behaviors. please read with caution! 

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | series navi | masterlist |

Kim Seokjin? The same guy who beat Namjoon up so horribly…was a cop? 

It was all you could think about as you drove back to Jimin’s to return his car. What you did not expect was to see a familiar blue haired boy exiting the complex as you rolled into the parking lot. 

He met your eyes--first with surprsie, but immediately replaced  with guilt. He approached you as you finished parking. You lowered your window, regarding him with spite. 

“Jungkook” You hissed.

“Oh hey” He leaned against the door, peering in at you. You noticed him tugging at his sleeves nervously. “What are you doing here?” He seemed a bit flustered, looking around sporadically as if he was almost hiding from someone.

“I stole Jimin’s car. Needed to drop it off”

“Really?” He chuckled lightly before clearing his throat, “Listen I wanted to apologize for not showing up the other d--”

“Did you give Namjoon drugs before the fight?” You asked bluntly. You watched him freeze up, stuttering to find a response. “Wow. You did. You told me you wouldn’t but you did didn’t you?” Jungkook’s expression turned bitter.

“Don’t fucking act like I’m the bad guy. I did it to protect you okay. You don’t even..” He scoffed, “You have no idea what they would have done”

“Protect me from what? Don’t bullshit me you did it for money didn’t you? You fucking liar. Did you even see the state Joon was in after? He fucking trusts you, you’re his friend”

“I didn’t have a choice!” Jungkook screeched, annoyed at your belittling. “He was gonna kill me and he was gonna kill you too. He found out you were coming to meet me”

“Who? Taehyung?” Jungkook gave you a curious look.

“Huh? Taehyung? No not Taehyung...I didn’t even know Taehyung was at the fight” Jungkook opened your car door, leaning in to get a better look at you. But how did Taehyung know you were there to see him then? “You need a ride home right?” You nodded. Jungkook brought out his keys from his back pocket, clicking them so his car beeped. You looked towards the noise to see a black truck parked not too far. “Come on.”

The drive was quiet. You gave him directions to your building, and upon arriving you noticed that his jaw was taught and eyes raging with a mix of anger and fear.

“Why the fuck would you live here? Do you...” He stopped himself again. You couldn’t help but notice how careful he was being with his words. “This is a really shady area. Didn’t you do any research before moving here?”

“There weren’t many options honestly. It was the only place available I could afford. It’s nice enough” Jungkook frowned slightly but didn’t push it. You invited him inside for coffee in exchange for the ride.

Jungkook sat at your kitchen island, watching you with great interest as you prepared drinks. As you poured the coffee, something came over him. You looked so pure. So innocent. He couldn’t help himself. Jungkook came up behind you, placing his hands gently on your hips. 

You felt his lips press against the back of your head. You loved how warm he felt, numbing the pulsing fear that was building in your chest. He began to kiss your neck softly. 

“Sorry. I’m just so fucking glad you’re okay” His breath was hot against your collar bone, making your whole face heat up. You gripped the counter, eye fluttering shut as you savored his touch. “I really really wanted to see you again”

“Oh I bet” You turned to face him, bodies still pressed together. “Still remember how whiny you were” Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“I still remember how much you fucking loved it”

It was all it took for the sexual tension to come crashing down. You pulled Jungkook by his shirt towards you, lips finding each other like magnets. He moaned right away as his hands grabbed your ass and lifted you onto the counter top, coffee spilling into the sink. He was starving for you, kissing you desperately, like he missed you--he did miss you--he was trying to chase a feeling and groaned in frustration when he couldn’t quite find it. 

“Holy fuck, Jungkook” You pulled back to breathe, noticing his blushed cheeks, panting heavily as his eyes blinked at you with pure infatuation. He swiftly pulled off his shirt, revealing his tight muscles, arms covered in intricate tattoos all the way to his fingers. Without thinking your hands trailed over his markings with interest. Jungkook smiled.

“Like what you see?” He then pulled down your shorts and panties and watched them drop to the floor. He licked a stripe up your thighs, hands sliding under your shirt as he found your breasts. You could feel him smile against your tingling skin as you squirmed beneath him. “So fucking sensitive aren’t you baby” He slowly ran his soft fingers over your nipples, circling them teasingly as his nose brushed against your cunt.

“Stop teasing me dammit” You whined, bucking you hips up as he pinched you. Your body felt hot all over, and Jungkook watched with interest at the way your heat seemed to be calling out for him through the soft squelching of you clamping down. 

“Shhh...patience baby” You could feel his breath against your folds, driving you wild at the unsatisfying stimulation. He spit out, allowing his saliva to glide into your gaping pussy before shoving his tongue into you. He flattened his tongue, running it up to your clit and sucking harshly. 

Heat soared through your body and you twitched as he rolled his tongue in, drinking you up deliciously. He opened his mouth wide, allowing his tongue to pump even further inside of you. You could feel his thick, plush lips against you--only adding to the amazing sensation. 

His fingers left your nipples, opting instead to clutch around your breasts. Your hand grabbed a fist full of his hair, tugging his face further into you as you strained your neck to try and get a better look at him, but Jungkook pressed his hands down on you, making sure you didn’t get up. 

His tongue jutted into you, flickering around your core harshly, searching for a place that would drive you wild. When he found it, you cried out, shoving his face down as much as you could. 

Jungkook laughed slightly, taking care to slowly lick away at that spot, rolling his tongue oh so slightly as he watched you close your eyes and bite your lip--barely able to contain your gasps of pleasure. 

His mouth moved across your splayed out body, pushing your top so it piled over your breasts as he began to kiss them. His wet pillowy lips teased you with pleasure before he sucked harshly, letting his teeth graze against your sensitive mounds. He hopped up onto the counter so he could climb over you, kicking his sweats off in the meanwhile. 

“Fuck, I’ve been craving you so fucking bad” His hands found yours, fingers intertwining as he pushed your arms out to your sides. He lowered his face until it was inches from yours and grinned. You licked your lips, signaling Jungkook to engulf you in another sloppy kiss. Your mouths were barely even on each other as your tongues fought for dominance, messy moans and whimpers mixing with the sound of your drenched folds rubbing just barely against Jungkook’s hardening cock. He let your hands go to bring them behind your head as he deepened the kiss, yours wrapping around his neck in response. 

“Ready baby? Ready for my big fucking cock” He tugged you hair back harshly making you wince in pain as he propped himself up and lined his cock up with your entrance. With one quick and heavy stride he thrust deep into you, pulling your head back even further as his thick cock pushed its way through. 

“There it is. So tight and warm for me fuck, pussy takes me in so fucking well” He thrusted again with so much force he barely was moving his cock. He was just digging further and further into you making you scream out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Your hands traced his back muscles as he tried to soothe you with light kisses to your neck, but you couldn’t help crying out with every single one of his short thrusts. His hair was sweaty, strands falling over his face and brushing against yours. 

He propped himself up fully then, bringing his hands to your neck and gripping it tightly as his thrusts continued. You choked out as Jungkook tilted his head back in pleasure. You couldn’t help but notice his double pierced earrings, which turned you on so much you fell apart.

You moaned out as your orgasm shook through you, pussy messily leaking onto Jungkook’s cock. He groaned at the way you tightened around him, causing him to curse loudly and quicken his pace. 

He released your neck, allowing you to gasp for air as he took your legs and pushed them forward, allowing him to pump you at a deeper angle. He let his fingers run over your lips before shoving two of them down your throat and making you gag on them. 

He pulled out, rolling onto his back as he felt himself reaching his own high. His hand furiously pumped his cock which looked like it was ready to burst. You moved onto your side and began to kiss his neck, helping him on.

“Come on baby. Cum for me. So close baby” You cooed at him. He looked deep into your eyes as his hands continued moving rapidly. “You’re doing so good baby...come on” He began to whimper and you grinned. “Such a needy baby aren’t you Jungkook. Hm?” You cupped his face and kissed him again. You felt him bite down on your lip harshly, muffling a cry as his hot seed splattered over his stomach. 

Jungkook parted from you, sighing deeply as his arms wrapped around you and pulled you close. His cum spreading all over. He nuzzled your neck affectionately “Let me stay over. Just to make sure you’re safe for a few nights”

Your eyes widened, but you saw how pleading his expression was. “Why do you not think I’d be safe?”

“Because you living here means they know where you are. And I swear to god if they laid a finger on you I...I don’t know if I could handle it. Please baby"

“Who Jungkook? Who are you talking about?”

“I...” He looked away, “I don’t know. But he’s dangerous”

-

When the morning came, Jungkook was sprawled out on the other side of your bed. He looked so peaceful that you didn’t have the heart to wake him up. Tonight was the night Namjoon wanted you guys to go out. Back to fucking Death Valley. 

You had been dreading it, but after the events of the last few days you really needed a distraction. Hobi had conveniently avoided being alone with you ever since the two of you hooked up. It drove you crazy. He was acting so incredibly normal, as if nothing happened. But you wanted him. 

Namjoon greeted you when you arrived at work, sitting in the conference room, scribbling away on his notepad. He was still not quite his usual self. You told him you ran into Jungkook and that he was going to be staying with you for a while. “He says I’m not safe there” 

Namjoon clicked his pen absentmindedly, “Wait where did you say you lived?”

You told him, explaining again that you really didn’t have any other options, and watched his eyes go wide. “Uh yeah that’s not the best place to live. Lot of um...dangerous activity” He searched something on his phone. “Y/n, there are so many better apartment listings, what do you even mean?” 

“I dunno. When I moved here it seemed like everything else had been rented out” You shrugged.

Hobi entered the studio with assignments. He looked great, wearing a large oversized bowling shirt over cargo shorts. It showed just enough of his chest. “Morning guys! Excited to see you all tonight. Y/n, you’ll be working with Joon again while I handle the...”

“Actually do you mind if I talk to you privately outside” Stop fucking avoiding me. You thought bitterly. Hobi’s face fell slightly. You went into the hallway, expecting him to follow. When you had him alone, he plastered on a forced smile.

"Did you need something?” You wanted to laugh at how clearly fake he was being, trying to act like his usual cheery self. 

“Are we just not going to talk about that night?” The facade dropped. Hobi sighed, running a hand through his hair as he thought deeply about how to respond to you.

“We were buzzed. It’s not professional Y/n. Let’s just forget it happened”

“But I” You began to protest, but Hobi brought up his hand for you to stop.

“End of discussion. Work relationships are not allowed here. I’m sorry” His eyes scanned your figure, a look of regret flashed across his face as he quickly turned around and left. 

-

Sitting in the dive bar itself was something you had yet to do, but you found yourself enjoying the ambiance. The music was perfect, not too loud as Namjoon began blabbering away about his music next to you on the circular leather seats of your booth. Sure, you were also glad to finally spend some time out of the office with Namjoon that didn’t involve him almost dying. But you were here for one reason and one reason alone. To get back in bed with Hobi. 

Unfortunately, he was numb to your obvious advances, brushing you off as a tease as you’d find reasons to touch him, lean against him or play with his hair. Finally you gave up with a pout, downing a shot before refocusing your attention onto Namjoon. If Hobi didn’t want you, you were more than happy to show him what he was missing.

“Joonie...” You murmured, leaning into him. “Do a shot with me” Namjoon pinched your cheek affectionately and agreed. You poured a shot of tequila for him, lining up salt on your forearm and sitting ready for him with a lime wedge in your mouth. 

Namjoon downed the bitter liquid and you couldn’t help but twitch at the feeling of his tongue gliding seamlessly up your arm before his lips were on yours, taking the wedge from you.

Hobi’s jaw clenched slightly as he watched the two of you play. Namjoon returned the favor, but you took it a step further, sliding into his lap so you could have easier access to the lime in his mouth. Lingering by his lips a bit too long for Hobi’s liking.

“Jungkook suggested these for tonight” Namjoon brought out a few pills, laying them on the table. “I only got a little bit, but he said it would be fun. If we wanna do more we can just go to your place after and hang too, I’m sure he has stuff with him”

Hobi’s head turned fast, he raised his eyebrows incredulously “What?”

“Yeah” You said nonchalantly, “Jungkook is staying at my place for a while.” You shrugged it off like it was no big deal but it was obvious that Hobi was pissed. Namjoon quickly popped the pill.

“Will you feed one to me Joonie?” You stuck your tongue out. Namjoon grinned and gave you the pill, watching as your tongue curled in. 

“You’re such a little flirt aren’t you” Namjoon nuzzled your neck, not crossing any lines as his hands remained on your back. You giggled, his soft hair tickling you slightly, “And you smell so damn good” He muttered soft enough so only you could hear it.

Hobi watched as you began whispering into Namjoon’s ear. He couldn’t hear what the two of you were saying but seeing you curled up into him like that had him fuming inside. He grabbed the tequila bottle and took a long swig from it before slamming it back onto the table. Both you and Namjoon turned around.

Hobi leaned across the booth to pull you off of Namjoon’s lap and into his. He didn’t even care about the way Namjoon’s eyes widened as he clenched your ass.

“Hi daddy” You smirked, tracing lines up his chest. He jerked you forward so that you were sitting right where he wanted to feel you.

“Stop teasing me.” He growled. He smacked you ass harshly.

“You’re the one being a tease” You snapped right back. “Come on I know you want to.” You traced your finger down his chest, biting your lip slightly. Hobi watched you with dark eyes as you pulled at his shirt playfully before getting off of him and climbing onto the table. 

An upbeat song played through the room, and Hobi watched wide-eyes as you stood up on the table and began to sensually sway your hips. You let your hips drop low, making sure to bend your ass out in front of Namjoon as Hobi began fuming. Namjoon took another swig of his drink and raised his eyebrows at you. 

“Joonie” You cooed, getting on the table on all fours and crawling towards him.  “Kiss me” You curled your finger, motioning for him to come to you. Like a mesmerized puppy he did as told, finding your lips slowly. You could sense his uncertainty. You deepened the kiss, allowing your tongue to push through his mouth. You maneuvered until you were back in his lap, and for a moment you forgot that Hobi was even there. Namjoon tasted bitter but so incredibly sweet at the same time. As his hands began running down your thighs you couldn’t help but moan into him lightly.

Hobi gritted his teeth, jaw clenched to the point where he could just burst. He got up and dragged you off of Namjoon harshly, giving you whiplash as your ass landed harshly onto the seat. Hobi dropped to his knees and yanked off your bottoms. Without any warning he spread your legs wide open to see that you were getting wet. 

“Who is this for huh?” Hobi growled looking up at you. His eyes were enraged, you almost felt scared but you were too turned on by the situation to care. He turned to Namjoon who was startled and unsure of what to do. “You see this Joon?” Namjoon nodded slowly “This is for me. Got that?” He nodded again, gulping. Hobi’s eyes softened slightly, “Do you wanna taste? Wanna see how yummy her pretty pussy is?” Namjoon looked at you for permission and you nodded furiously.

He slowly lowered himself onto the floor next to Hobi, taking your thigh into his hand to spread you out further. 

“God just look at that” Hobi licked his lips, taking his fingers to loosely run up and down your folds, showing Namjoon how wet you were by sloshing around. Hobi gathered your arousal onto his finger and brought it to Namjoon’s lips “Go ahead. Taste” Namjoon opened his mouth, and you watched as he licked off Hobi’s finger. “Do you like it?” He nodded. “Good. Eat her out. I’m gonna go get some real action” Hobi slid back into his seat next to you and his hands quickly slid under your shirt. He brought his face in close to you, nibbling your jaw between kisses. “Aww fuck baby girl, you love this don’t you. Little attention whore aren’t you hm?”

Namjoon’s tongue ran slowly over your clit and Hobi’s warm hand covered both your breasts. Every fiber of your being felt so incredibly stimulated. You were a heaving mess. 

“Hobi” You whined, pulling his face towards yours to kiss him harshly. He could feel the way you craved him in your kiss, as you eagerly tried to rile him up, letting your kisses get sloppier by the second. 

“Get on the table” He mumbled. “Sit pretty for me yeah?” You did, spreading your legs for him as you leaned back slightly. Namjoon got up, your juices trickling down his lips. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and the smirk he left after had you shivering in anticipation.

“What do you think Joon?” Hobi grinned, palming your raw cunt soothingly, “She ready for some cock?” Namjoon didn’t miss a beat, he unbuttoned his pants, allowing his cock to slide out. He stroked himself lazily as he gazed at you. You stared right back at him, enjoying the way his face was blushed red as he jacked off. 

“Hurts” He mumbled. You pouted at him empathetically.

“Oh you poor thing” You reached out to stroke his cock, watching him let out a shaky moan at your touch. “Want me to kiss it better baby?” Namjoon nodded and you heard Hobi chuckle in amusement. You opened your mouth wide, softly tugging his cock so he knew to come towards you. Namjoon inserted his girthy length in your mouth and your tongue rolled over his thick skin, savoring the salty bitterness. You hollowed your cheeks as you began to move your mouth up and down, sucking him relentlessly. 

In the meanwhile, Hobi had pulled out his own cock and pulled your hips to the edge of the table. He slapped his cock against your pussy as you choked on Namjoon. You could feel the warm throbbing head push against your sensitive folds, causing you to squirm with a desire for more. Your pussy clenched on nothing, causing more arousal to seep out onto his cock. 

You choked on Namjoon’s dick as Hobi sunk into you, pulling your hips in close as Namjoon’s cock went further down your throat. You gagged incessently, causing Namjoon to pull out with concern. Hobi began fucking you harshly, thrusting into you with no remorse whatsoever. “Fucking whore can’t even suck cock right?” He scoffed at you playfully, “You really gonna leave him hanging after all he did for you?”

You shook your head dumbly, "Come back baby let me suck you good” Namjoon cursed softly as you pulled him back into your mouth, taking your time to let your tongue wrap around every crevice of his girthy cock. You let your hands snake up his thighs, allowing you to fondle him and stroke him while you bobbed your head back and forth, keeping your eyes glued to his, which was the thing that had him falling apart the most. 

“You’re so...pretty” Namjoon exhaled. He was high but you could see the sincerety in his eyes as if he just had some sort of epiphany. It made you want to suck him even faster, giving this adorable boy all the pleasure in the world like he fucking deserved. 

Hobi noticed you diverge your attention, glaring darkly at the way Namjoon was looking at you. He pulled out and grabbed your hair, pulling you off of Namjoon’s dick, saliva stringing from your lips. 

He made you look straight at him as he brought his face to yours “You made your point okay. Your mine now you got that?” He growled, shoving you back on the table. Your head hit the glass surface painfully and you felt dizzy. Hobi flipped you over and gripped your ass firmly, letting his nails dig into your plump skin. 

“Hit her” He ordered Namjoon, who gave him an uncomfortable look. “Don’t you like her cute ass? Hit it. Hit the bitch like she fucking deserves. Be a fucking man” You could hear the genuine anger in Hobi’s voice, and it was turning you off. 

“I...I’m good. You go ahead if you want” Namjoon said softly, spacing out slightly as he watched the scene unfold. Hobi laughed bitterly, leaning over you so his chest pressed against your back. 

“You see that baby girl? I know how you like it, and I’m the only one who can fucking give it to you good, you understand?”

“Yes--” You muttered, wincing as Hobi smacked your ass again harshly. You crooned at the stinging aftermath. 

“Yes?” Hobi bit your ear and tugged it harshly. “Don’t you know how to address me by now baby girl?”

Smack. “Yes daddy.” You squealed. Hobi hummed in satisfaction. 

“That’s right baby. Don’t you fucking forget it” He shoved his cock back inside you, filling you to the brim. “Fucking slut. Letting me fuck you like this out in the open. Anyone can just see what a whore you are for me. But you love that don’t you huh? You wanna show everybody just how goddamn much you want daddy’s cock isn’t that right baby?” He began to move, thrusting into you quickly as his cock began twitching inside you. “I asked you a fucking question” He snapped, pushing your face down onto the table.

“Yes daddy” You cried out “I love it. I love your cock daddy, need it...” You sighed out as your felt yourself edging on the cusp of your orgasm. As rough as he was, he was right. You loved the way Hobi fucked you. “Please cum in me daddy, want your cum.”

Hobi sucked at your jaw “I know baby. All you ever fucking want is daddy’s cum, I know that. I know you want me to pump you so full of it, fuck my cum into you like the cockslut whore you are. All for me, and only me”

“Yes daddy. Only you. I promise” With that, Hobi came like a flood, bursting his load deep inside you. You whined, losing your own orgasm as he finished just slightly too soon. Before getting off of you, he grabbed the bottle of liquior and turned your face, pouring the alcohol into your mouth. You chocked as the liquid filled your throat, and he stopped, allowing you to gulp it down. 

You felt it hit you right away, finding yourself unable to move as Hobi got off of you.

“Go ahead Namjoon. Fuck her” Hobi fixed his pants back up. You couldn’t see--your vision began to blur as you felt Namjoon lean down to your face.

“Y/n? Are you okay? Is it too much?” His words were slurred. You smiled at him lazily, nodding despite your inability to comprehend what he was even asking you. You were so tired.

The glass started to burn against you as you felt yourself moving back and forth against it. Where were you? You giggled, eyes drooping shut. You heard your name being called. Was it in pleasure or concern? Who knows. You faint.

-

Your head pounds with pain as you wake up. The first thing you notice is that you cant see anything--it’s absolutely dark. There was something covering your eyes. You tried to reach for it and take it off but a rough sensation at your wrists holds you back and you realize they are tied together behind you over some sort of railing. 

“Hello?” You panicked. “Namjoon!? Hobi?!” You tried to tug yourself out of the restraints but they wouldnt budge. You could still feel the weary after effects of the pills you took, everything seemed slow and you mind was freaking out at the lack of light, losing any sense of coherent reality. 

“I’m here y/n” Your heart flooded with relief as you heard Hobi’s familiar voice echo through the room, “Don’t worry you’re gonna be okay, just calm down”

“I’m here too” You heard Namjoon’s voice. He sounded like he was much closer to you, only a few feet away. “What the fuck is going on?” He growled and you hear him trying to break the ropes on his hands with brute strength. 

“Give up Namjoon” A new voice entered the room. It was so familiar but you were too dazed to place it. You suddenly feel something warm close to you, a scent too close for your liking. You squirmed as you felt a hand touch your face.

“Stop! Who are you!?” You tried to turn yourself away from him but he gripped your jaw, fingers digging into your mouth slightly. The person didn’t say any words but you could feel them getting closer.

“Get the fuck away from her” Namjoon growled, tugging at the ropes repeatedly to no avail. 

You gulped as you felt a nose against your cheek. You felt as though someone had punched the air out of your gut, as a pair of lips carefully made contact with your skin. They lingered, and you flinched away as fast as you could. You heard a slight chuckle as the heat from the body seemed to disappear. He was leaving. Thank God.

You close your eyes to try to focus on the sound of his footsteps, heart racing as you hear them move in Namjoon’s direction. Suddenly you heard a loud slap--it sounded like the man just hit Namjoon. Your eyes clenched as you heard Namjoon wince in pain.

You hear more shuffling, and suddenly there are more footsteps. It seemed that more people had come into the room. “Fuck. Get your fucking hands off of me” You hear Namjoon’s voice getting further away.

“Namjoon?” You cry out. You hear a door slam shut and suddenly there is silence again. “Hobi?” You’re petrified, body trembling as the silence persists. You were alone. What were they going to do to you? You began to cry, your sobs echoing throughout with no one to hear. 

-

You had no idea when you fell asleep, but woke up to loud knocking. “Hello! Is anyone in here?” You heard a door open. “Holy shit, Y/n?” You craned your neck to try to recognize the voice, but you were so exhausted and hungover that you couldn’t even think. You felt hands at your wrists untying the rope. The next thing you know light flooded your vision. You squinted at the sudden stimulus, waiting for your vision to adjust so you could see your savior. 

“Jin?” You asked in shock, gaping at the gorgeous man in front of you. Of course. He’s police. I’m safe now. You sighed in relief as tears began to flow from your eyes again. Jin crouched down in from of you, caressing your hands where the rope had dug in slightly. You threw your free hands around his shoulders and hugged him tightly. “S...sorry I just” You stuttered between your cries. Jin softly stroked your back.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now. You’re safe with me”

He let you cry in his arms for a while before you finally were able to gather yourself. He helped you up, holding your hand as the two of you left what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse of some sort. “Namjoon...uh...RM, and a coworker of ours, named Hoseok, they were both with me but someone took them away” You informed him, “Do you know where they are?” Jin stopped momentarily, and you noticed him sigh.

“Not yet. But we’ll find them okay. It’s a little complicated, let’s get in the car and I’ll tell you everything”

Jin held your shoulders down some stairs as you made it to the parking lot. He assisted you in getting into his blue sedan. 

“Your house isn’t far from here, I’ll drop you home after we talk” He informed you as he got into the drivers seat. You curled your legs up into yourself, hugging your knees to your chest for comfort.

“How do you know who I am? Why do you know so much about me?”

“It’s my job to know.” He smiled slightly. “Listen. I’m not exactly sure why, but my intel tells me that you’re being used as some sort of bargaining chip”

You blinked at him in utter confusion, “Bargaining...for what? Who the fuck?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know you hang out with gang members Y/n” Jin chuckled. Your eyes widened.

“Uh...I didn’t...” Well. Jungkook made sense. And sure, then there was Jimin. And if you thought about it, it did made sense that Namjoon was also caught up in something like that--it would explain a lot. 

“I understand that you’re close with Park Jimin” You frowned. The last thing you needed right now was to talk about him of all people. “So don’t play dumb with me. You’re not in any trouble, just tell me what you know”

“Dude...I’m new here okay. I don’t have any information about anything alright. Shouldn’t you know who’s betting on you?” You scoffed. Jin raised his eyebrows.

“Betting? Who said anything about betting?” He smirked as you gaped at him, realizing your slip.

“Oh...I mean...”

“My intel tells me you saw something you shouldn’t have. That’s why you’re being used by some people...possibly another gang...to blackmail the gang who runs Death Valley, and why you’re on his radar”

“Who’s radar?” Was it the same guy from earlier? Or maybe the guy you had seen kicking Namjoon? Or the guy who tied up Jungkook? Was it all the same person? 

“That’s what I’m trying to find out.” Jin stated matter of factly, “No one knows who he is. Well...I think Park Jimin knows who he is, so I have a proposition for you.”

“You want me to snitch” You rolled your eyes. You didn’t love that your new associates seemed to be such dangerous people, but you weren’t the type of person to go try to get anyone in trouble for their own business. “No thanks”

“You’re really not safe Y/n. If we work together, I can make sure no harm comes to you” You thought back to Jungkook’s warnings, smiling inwardly knowing that you had the strong boy waiting for you back at your apartment. He would be able to protect you with no issue, you didn’t need to get involved with the cops.

“No thanks. I’ll be okay. Please just take me home” Jin sighed, tapping the wheel of his car quickly as if he were irritated. 

“Fine. If you change your mind” He pulled out his wallet and handed you a business card, “Call me”

Jin dropped you home and you slowly tried to walk your way to the elevator, slumping inside it once the doors slid open. A few floors up the elevator halted, opening to reveal none other than Min Yoongi. 

“Y/n?” He asked curiously, observing your chaotic state. You had no idea how you looked, but you were sure it was not at all presentable. You groaned internally. Yoongi probably thought you were a trainwreck. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh I--” You straightened yourself up as much as you could, brushing your clothes off and trying to fix your hair urgently. Yoongi looked absolutely stunning, even outside of work. It was refreshing to see him in a simple hoodie and joggers, his earrings still driving you wild. “I love...LIVE. I live here” You internally screamed at yourself for your awkwardness. Yoongi didn’t break a smile, he simply observed you curiously. He glanced at the elevator navigation and pressed a number for the floor above yours. 

“I didn’t know you live in the same building as me.” He stated, “I can give you a ride to work sometime if you’d like”

“Oh! I’d love that...I mean, that would be great you know. Saving the environment and all that” You chuckled, twirling your hair. Yoongi raised his eyebrows at you. His eyes were amused but still no hint of a smile. 

The elevator arrived at your floor, and Yoongi watched as you scrambled to get yourself out of there. “I’ll see you at work, Y/n.” He nodded in your direction. You smiled sheepishly.

The door had almost slid shut but your eyes met his. His gaze was so intense on you, you felt almost like a prey in front of a predator. You finally see a slight tug of a smile as you gulp. How can a human being be so goddamn FINE? 

You finally make your way to your door and realize you don’t have your keys. Fuck they probably stole them. But why did they leave my wallet? You knocked on the door. 

No response.

“Jungkook?” You called out, rapping at the door franticly. “Fuck” You muttered, leaning against the door in defeat. You were so incredibly tired, you just wanted to take a fucking nap. Maybe I can crash at Yoongi’s? Would that be unprofessional? You limped your way back to the elevator. Arriving on his floor you realized you didn’t know which room was his.

You laughed, thinking about how fucking helpless you had been recently. Calling out for all these men to help you. This wasn’t who you were. What the fuck happened to you? When did you become so weak? “Yoongi?” You shouted through the hall, hoping that someone would come out, and if it not him they could direct you to him. A door opened. Funnily enough the room was at the same spot as yours, just on a different floor. 

“Y/n?” Yoongi was shirtless, a towel around his neck and his sweats still on. You ogled at the way his chains sat on his bare chest, and so badly wanted him to turn around so you could see his tattoos. “Everything okay?”

“Uh” You scratched the back of your neck nervously, “Sorry if this is unprofessional” Don’t be sorry. You’re a bad bitch. This shit doesn’t phase you. “I mean. I got fucking locked out. You mind if I crash at your place, I’m just really tired and I had a really long night, I can barely even--”

Yoongi nodded, slipping back into his apartment so fast you didn’t get a chance to see him turn around. You pouted, but followed him inside. 

He seemed to have gone to the bathroom. You carefully closed his door and looked around. His apartment was really nice. As expected, he had lots of awards on display, fancy speakers and expensive looking furniture. What was surprising to you was the lack of drugs. Jimin always had a mess of pills on his kitchen table, and you had assumed all music industry people were like that. You wondered if Yoongi used anything. He probably didn’t, considering how goddamn perfect he is.  

“You can sleep in my room if you want” Yoongi emerged, now clothed, again to your disappointment. He fiddled with a watch on his wrist. Hey that’s the same watch as-- “I need to step out for a bit. Make yourself at home” He gestured towards his bedroom door. You nodded, thanking him as you watched him grab his own keys and head out the door. 

Just as the door closed your phone began to ring. You hadn’t even realized you still had it. You should’ve just called Jungkook you dumbass. You regretted drinking as much as you had last night. Glancing at your phone, your heart skipped a beat seeing that it was Hobi calling.

“My god, are you okay?” You cried out, answering immediately.

“Where are you?”

“I’m at my apartment. What happened, are you guys okay?”

“Yes we’re fine. Namjoon got beat up pretty bad...no idea what that was about, but then Jungkook found us while he was out finishing a deal. Are you okay?" You gulped.

“Yeah I’m okay. I’m glad you both are safe. Are you going to report it to the police?”

You heard Hobi chuckle, “I don’t think that would be a good idea. It was probably Jimin or somebody involved in all that fight betting, gambling bullshit. I really need to knock some sense into Namjoon’s head and get him out of that scene” You sighed. You never wanted to go through anything like this ever again. It was probably best if you stayed away from Death Valley for good. 

“Y/n...I” Hobi inhaled sharply, “I wanted to say I’m sorry for ignoring you. I wont anymore okay. Life is too short for bullshit. Do you...wanna go out sometime? Like on a date?” You felt a warm hug envelop your heart as a smile spread across your lips. You giggled.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Good.” You could hear his goofy smile somehow, “See you soon baby girl” You shut your phone off and make your way into Yoongi’s room. It was a stunning room--super high tech with LED strip lights and a huge mirror wall across the bed. You threw yourself onto the inviting mattress, burying your face in his soft pillows as you finally let the heavy weight of sleep take you over.

Hands trailed up your legs, grabbing at your bare ass cheeks and pulling them apart. “Fuck” You heard you felt a slap to your skin. The hands gripped your waist, pulling you back. You felt a sharp pain in your shoulders as you realized your arms were spread wide out, handcuffed to something. A hand grabbed the back of your head and shoved it down into the pillow, muffling your breath. You tried to groan out as you felt a cock push inside you “Yoongi” You whined, “Yoongi I want more”

“You’re beautiful” You hear him say, making you smile internally while your face continued to get smushed further into the pillow. You choked out as he quickly began thrusting into you. 

“Fuck” You cried out as a pleasure unlike anything before hit you “More...please” You urged him on “Faster Yoongi....please go faster I need” You panted, barely able to breathe “I need you...please”

You woke up with a start, blinking as the early rays of the morning sun filtered through tinted windows. You sighed, feeling your pussy clench in defeat as your dream ended a bit too soon. You were in Yoongi’s bed, however you were tucked in, and you realized that you were wearing different clothes. His clothes. You looked around but Yoongi wasn’t there. Checking your phone, you see more missed calls from Namjoon along with a long array of texts that you knew youd have to read eventually. You crawled out of bed, looking at yourself in Yoongi’s large mirror wall. 

You walked out of his bedroom to see him sitting at his kitchen counter, typing away on his laptop with a Redbull and a bagel out by him. You noticed that he was wearing glasses, and that his hair was still messy from sleep. He regarded you as you entered the kitchen. 

“Sleep well?” He asked kindly. You nodded. “Would you like something to eat? You seemed pretty hungover. Better get some food into your system” He pushed the bagel towards you. You hadn’t realized it but you were starving. You ravished the bagel rapidly, not even caring that your boss was right in front of you. Or that you were literally in his house wearing his clothes. “Is everything okay Y/n? You seemed frazzled yesterday” You stared at him, mouth stuffed with food. 

“Um” You quickly swallowed, “I actually got kidnapped” Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows with concern.

“Come again?”

“Yeah. Do you know Death Valley? I was there with” Should you tell him you were there with coworkers? Probably not “...Friends and we blacked out and someone literally kidnapped us. But luckily the cops found us”

“Cops?”

“Yeah. I didn’t get hurt or anything but it was just scary” Yoongi closed his laptop and stared at you.

“I’m...so sorry you had to go through that. Please, feel free to take the day off if you need to, that sounds really traumatic” You shook your head, but your heart glowed at how sweet he was. Behind that cold expression, you realized that he actually seemed like a really caring guy. 

“Thanks Yoongi, but I’m okay. I’m strong” You affirmed more to yourself than to him. Yoongi’s eyes flashed with amusement at your statement “I think I’ll head back to my place, I uh...can call a friend to let me in”

“Alright. Just take care of yourself okay?” You thanked him, before grabbing your things and heading out. 

Upon reaching your own apartment door you knocked again, hoping Jungkook made it home in one piece.

“Y/n, is that you?” You sighed with relief that you were finally going to be let inside. The door swung open.

“Thank God, I literally--” You froze. 

Standing in front of you was not Jungkook. 

No.

It was Taehyung. 

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a/n: yoongi really be melting our hearts like butter. ha. i dont know if my hints and stuff are like...making sense? I hope so lol. more jimin next week i promise! and all you jin and yoongi people just TRUST ME. it’s all coming. ;) as always, thank you for reading & have a great day <3 part 3′s smut pairs are up on the series masterlist! see you next week ;)

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death valley (m) | part 3

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize 

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: gangster!taehyung x reader, rockstar!jimin x reader, fighter!namjoon x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.4k (it goes fast trust me)

warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex, obsessive / possessive / toxic behaviors, oral sex, daddy kink, mommy kink if you squint, glamorization of drug & alcohol use, a whole lot of blackmail, guns (no shooting), manipulation, coercion, illicit filming, post-workout shower sex, choking, cursing, car accident, major character injury, dom!jimin, switch!taehyung, sub!namjoon, reader needs a fucking nap

a/n: NO BC THE ROLLING STONE COVER IS PERFECT FOR THIS FIC??? like its so spot on to this aesthetic. thank you all SO MUCH for the support, a few of you sent me the sweetest messages - they really make my day & inspire me to work harder on this story <3 three smut scenes in one part? yall....damn. (the last one is the best. my fav jimin scene yet) sorry for posting late im just insecure about my writing lol

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Smoke diffused from Jimin’s chapped lips. His foot was tapping repeatedly, he was running out of patience. His penthouse seemed so empty without you these days. He hadn’t had you in a while and he was craving a release. He set his cigarette down on a small ashtray to his side, leaning forward.

“I want her now” He snapped, reaching onto the coffee table in front of him to grab his revolver. He looked down the barrel briefly and his jaw stiffened. His eyes then raised as he pointed the gun at a man standing in front of him patiently. “Where is she?”

“Taehyung has gone to retrieve her for you. Shouldn’t be long now” The man spoke, fear evident in his trembling voice. Jimin flashed a teethy grin, his attention back to his gun, twirling it around his fingers.

A phone began to buzz. Jimin rolled his eyes, setting the gun down and picking up his cell besides it. It was Taehyung.

“What?” Jimin grumbled.

“Yeah she’s not home. Hasn’t been all night. But you know who is in her apartment right now—you’re gonna get a kick out of this” Taehyung’s amused voice made Jimin tilt his head with irritation. He was not in the mood for his games. “The street rat”

Jimin’s heart sank, followed by an overwhelming feeling of jealousy seeping through his veins. He clenched his fists. “Taehyung, cut his fucking fingers off if he so much as touches her.” Taehyung laughed, “Do I sound like I’m joking Taehyung?”

“Yeah yeah whatever. Go work on your music, I’ll find her” Jimin hung up abruptly, elbows on his knees as he hung his head down in frustration. He screamed, throwing his phone as hard as he could onto the tiled floors. His fingers ran up his face, clenching the ends of his hair as he began to cry.

He fucked up. He messed up everything. He shouldn’t have threatened you—you probably hated him. You were supposed to be his fan. You were obsessed with him weren’t you? Did you love Jungkook now? You must after all Jungkook was an attractive guy, had money, and you probably didn’t know enough about him to know how dangerous he was. None of it mattered, Jimin wasn’t ready to let you go. He just got a taste, how could you leave now? Tears rolled down his face as he sobbed out.

Taking a deep breath, he attempted to calm himself down. It was his fault. He was too fucked up and it scared you—that had to be it. Deep down he knows that he was too rough with you. He so badly wants to taste your pretty lips but he’s scared. He’s never been good with emotions, and hates that he gets so high when he’s around you.

Taehyung had suggested he should stay away from you right from that night you had passed out in front of him, but Jimin didn’t listen. What does he know anyway? Fucking bitch. Jimin pursed his lips. You didn’t remember that night. You didn’t remember what all you saw after you came to, but he did. He was gonna be better. He was gonna win you back. He grabbed a notebook and pen quickly and began scribbling down lyrics as they came to him.

You almost screamed seeing Taehyung, but before you could he had you in a headlock, with a small knife pressed up to your neck as he kicked your door shut.

“Play along. I won’t hurt you” He mumbled into the back of your head as he turned you around. There, sitting on your couch was Jimin.

“Where were you?” Jimin was seething, eyes flared with rage. Surprisingly enough, he didn’t look high. He almost looked worried.“Why didn’t you come home last night?”

You rolled your eyes. This man’s sheer audacity made you want to kick him in the balls so hard. “Give me a fucking break. I’ve had a really rough few nights and I just want to take a fucking shower and go to work alright” You feel Taehyung slightly loosen his grip on you.

Jimin approached you slowly. “Do I need to remind you that I could fucking ruin you? Deal with your shit. Come over after work tomorrow or I send Yoongi the video” You glanced back at Taehyung who didn’t give you much of a reaction.

“No, I’m not fucking coming, and I want you to leave right now before I call the cops” You hear Taehyung giggle behind you. Jimin marched up to you and grabbed your neck harshly, Taehyung holding you still.

“Right. I heard that she talked to Kim Seokjin. Better fucking keep your mouth shut Y/n” Taehyung said casually. Jimin looked deep into your eyes, before clenching them shut as he steadied his breathing.

“Let’s go Taehyung. She’ll come, she’s not stupid” Jimin snapped his fingers.

“I’m right behind you boss, you go ahead” Taehyung released his hold. Jimin regarded you, a bitter look in his eyes as he huffed, slamming the door behind him as he left.

You whirled around to face Taehyung, who had already raised his hands in defense. “Let me expl—“

“You’re in Jimin’s gang aren’t you?! You motherfucker, you hurt Namjoon! You threatened Jungkook! You’re the cause of all my problems aren’t you” You kicked at Taehyung’s knees, causing him to giggle at your efforts. He dodged your attacks with ease.

“Oh you wish I was your biggest problem jacket girl. That’s far from it. You have Jimin’s black card don’t you?” He opened his palm in front of you “Give it”

You did as told, handing it to him, more than happy to get rid of anything you had of Jimin’s.

You spat at him “Fucking creep. I knew you were no good. You knew that shooting was gonna happen, that’s why you had sex with me isn’t it? To keep me distracted while your guys hurt Namjoon?” Taehyung pursed his lips at your statement, looking around your apartment frantically.

“Of course not dumbass.” He whispered so softly you had to strain to hear him “Shush” He began quickly making his way towards your bedroom. You chased after him, dropping your things on the ground. You watch as he reaches behind your bookshelf and pulls out a small surveillance camera, tossing it onto your bed.

He put a finger to his lips and made his way to your computer monitor. Quickly he took out a gun from his back pocket and slammed the end into the top of the screen. You gaped at him, watching glass shatter onto your desk.

“Okay.” Taehyung sighed, relaxing his shoulders. He fiddled with his watch—there was that watch again—before turning to you “Now that we’re actually alone, no that’s not why I had sex with you. You can’t tell anyone that happened alright. And no I didn’t know the shooting was gonna happen, that wasn’t us.”

“W…what the fuck” You trembled, eyes wide with shock and unease at the fact someone had put cameras in your bedroom. Taehyung noticed your discomfort, clearing his throat awkwardly, “Yeahhhh. You should really be more careful about who you let literally move into your fucking apartment.”

“Jungkook was spying on me?”

“Mmm, more like he was doing someone’s dirty work I would say. He’s a selfish rat who only cares about money. He’s dangerous and a liar. Look…I heard about the kidnapping, are you okay?”

“How do you know about that? How do you know so much?” Taehyung grinned widely, ignoring your questions.

“Y/n, let me tell you something” He took a seat on the edge of your mattress, “There is someone really fucking powerful who has their eyes on you. I don’t know who or even why. Now, we have a bone to pick with that motherfucker for a whole different set of reasons, making you perfect bait. So it would make sense for us to kidnap you and blackmail him or something” You sat down next to him, knees weak as your emotional state spiraled. “But we didn’t.”

“It wasn’t Jimin?” You honestly thought it would have been. After all, Hobi said your kidnappers beat up Namjoon pretty bad and that seemed to be in line with Jimin’s agenda. “Then who was it?”

“Dunno. But I’m gonna find out. You really aren’t safe here, the rat was right about that. Jimin can protect you though”

You scoffed, plopping your back onto the mattress and letting the shift in gravity wave over you. “I hate Jimin” Taehyung turned rapidly at your statement, frowning.

“I thought you were a fan, jacket girl?” He laid back besides you, propping himself up on his elbow to look at you. You gave him a look, rolling your eyes as he chuckled. How is this guy able to find all of this funny?

You sighed, staring at the ceiling, becoming increasingly aware that Taehyung was lying next to you.

“You said you didn’t fuck me to distract me so why did you?”

“Because. I think you’re cool, you’re fucking gorgeous, you’re fun, and I probably would never get another chance. Jimin gets what he wants. He’s in charge.”

“He doesn’t own me” You murmured, turning on your side to face him. “He doesn’t own you either.” Taehyung grinned lazily, gazing into your eyes.

You slid your hand onto his thigh, looking at him expectantly. When he doesn’t react you slowly lean closer to him, noses barely touching. His eyes flutter shut as you kiss him, instantly pushing your tongue into his mouth. You know you need to be fast, Jimin was probably waiting for him.

Taehyung cupped your face, deepening the kiss as he rolled his body flush against you. There were butterflies in your stomach, for some reason you felt like a child again, making out with a boy you liked in your bedroom. You smiled into the kiss.

His hand brushed down your body, lingering at your chest but ultimately finding your thigh and squeezing it slightly. He wanted more, and he needed it now.

“Quick” Taehyung whispered, and you frantically kicked off your shorts, Taehyung simultaneously rising to yank down his jeans. You spread your legs as wide as you could, motioning for Taehyung to come back to you. He licked his lips. “You’re not stretched out yet, are you sure?”

You nodded, “Fuck stop stalling just do it. It’s okay if I don’t cum just fuck me” You whine. Taehyung shrugs, lowering himself down on you. You wrap your arms and legs around him tightly, as if holding on for dear life. You couldn’t understand why you found so much comfort in the man you barely knew. A man you barely trusted.

Were you even really into him? Or were you trying to spite Jimin? Taehyung quickly sunk his cock into you. You cried out—recalling just how large he was the last time.

“So tight” Taehyung’s breath hitched as he stilled himself deep inside of you. You rolled your hips up, taunting him to get on with it. He grabbed your ass, pulling you in towards him, allowing him to fuck into you deeper.

You kissed his neck frantically, moving your hands through his hair and onto his back as he found a steady rhythm. He fucked you with focus, desperately trying to chase his own high as you savored having his body on yours.

Your legs caressed his back, moving up and down against him with every thrust, as if you were almost climbing up onto him. You groaned, tilting your head back in pleasure as the initial pain of his size subsided, and he was able to angle himself perfectly in a way that had you screaming for more.

His lips were tight against yours, hardly kissing but moreso just breathing into one another deeply. He smacked your ass lightly as he picked up his pace.

“You feel so good” He muttered, “That fucking” He thrusted deep “Asshole is so lucky” He was ruthless. You held onto him as tight as you could, crying out as he pistoned in and out of you. “Get’s you all to himself. Fucks you whenever he…wants” Taehyung panted, “Doesn’t fucking deserve this. He doesn’t deserve you” You could hear the slight growl in his voice. 

“Pussy so fucking sweet. So fucking sweet I can’t stop” Taehyung moved his hands to grip your shoulders from under you, digging his nails into your flesh. “I can’t stop. I don’t want to. I don’t want to Y/n. Fuck. Please.”

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop baby I love it” You urged him on, making him hiss. He looked so fucked out as you could feel his cock twitching inside of you.

“Dont wanna…dont wanna cum. Dont wanna stop” Taehyung whined, “Feel so good. Feel so fucking good”

“Taehyung!” Jimin’s voice bellowed from outside the apartment. Taehyung cursed in irritation.

“Shit, come on baby” You bucked your hips up. Taehyung was pissed. He pulled out of you. “Let me finish you baby don’t go” You pleaded, hugging onto him tighter as he began to get off of you.

“He’ll kill me. He will literally kill me. I need to go” Taehyung pressed a kiss to your forehead. He shoved you off of him. He begins to pull his pants back on, but you’re not ready to let him go yet. You’ll be damned if Taehyung doesn’t get to finish because of Jimin.

“No!” You pounce on him, pushing him onto the floor and pinning him down with your knees. You wrap your hand around his cock and begin to stroke it furiously, bringing your face down so that your tongue can wrap around it. You begin sucking on him, watching his shocked face as you bob your head rapidly on him, going as fast as you can. You feel Taehyung’s hand reach to hold back your hair. What a sweetheart. Jimin would never.

Taehyung bit down on his lip so hard it began to bleed as he came up into your mouth. You rapidly licked him off, cum getting all over your lips before you pulled his pants back up and got off of him. You noticed his watch again.

“Where’d you get that watch?” You asked causally as Taehyung pulled his pants back on. Taehyung looked at the piece and a frown tugged at his lips.

“Um…a friend gave it to me”

“He has good taste”

Taehyung gulped, looking back at you “Yeah. He really does”

“Go” You whispered. Taehyung blinked a few times, trying to process as he gets up. He cups your face to plant one final kiss onto your cum stained lips before rushing out of your apartment, hands frantically fixing his hair as he leaves.

-

Jungkook wiped the sweat from off his forehead before bending to lift the heavy box again. It was his least favorite part of the job, moving product. He didn’t understand why they couldn’t just hire more people with all the fucking cash they made but his boss hated bringing new people in.

He wobbled back to his truck, sliding the large package into his trunk before taking a deep breath. Hopping into the drivers seat, he set away to get back to you.

You hadn’t come home last night, and although he knew you were out with Namjoon, some part of him felt uneasy. He had grown fond of you over the past few days, more than he really cared to admit. He knew you were off limits, after all, what business did you have with a guy like him when you were around people like Park Jimin on a daily basis.

Click, Jungkook had just buckled his seatbelt, glancing in the rearview mirror to see an unfamiliar face staring back at him, holding a gun to his forehead.

“Jeon Jungkook” Goosebumps riveted across his skin at the stern voice “It’s so nice to finally meet you. Heard you’ve gone ahead and made yourself Y/n’s roomate” The man was tall, had a sharp jawline and a deceivingly warm smile.

“Who are you? Do you work for him?”

“Move out. Stay away from her or else”

“Or else what? I am the most successful dealer he has, he isn’t gonna touch me”

“Do you really wanna find out?” Bang. Jungkook turned to the noise to see Namjoon tied up and blindfolded, on the ground with a man holding a metal rod to his head. He was knocked out. “Move out, or I’ll beat your little fighter boy’s head in. And I bet your boss wouldn’t want his money machine dead”

Jungkook pursed his lips into a thin smile. “Oh..you’re Jimin’s guy huh? Fine. I’ll leave her. Let Joon go”

“One more thing. You tell Namjoon that you found his friend too”

“Well uh, where is his friend?”

The man laughed, motioning for his goons to follow as they all hopped into twin black Cadillacs, driving off and leaving Namjoon unconscious on the ground. Jungkook clicked his tongue. I’ve seen that guy before. He stretched out his arms and went over to try to lift Namjoon into his truck.

-

You stared at the cameras that Taehyung had found in your room, goosebumps spreading as you tried to comprehend everything. Okay. Just. Go to work. Forget about it. Go see Hobi. You quickly hopped in the shower, letting ice cold water attempt to wake you up from this growing nightmare.

Stepping out of the shower you hear some light rapping at your door. “One second” It was probably Jungkook. He had seen you naked plenty, so you thought nothing of it as you wobbled towards your door with nothing but a towel, hair pinned up to keep it dry.

“Hey, did you want a ride to work?” Yoongi’s familiar collected gaze fell on you. WHY DOES THIS MAN SHOW UP AT THE WORST TIMES you scream internally at your boss who was there standing in front of you. He didn’t look the least bit phased at your state, and in a way you felt offended. I’m half naked. Nothing? Damn.

“Oh! Sure. Give me like 2 minutes. Please, come in” Yoongi stepped inside, looking around with little interest. You ran back to your room, kicking the door shut as your frantically searched for something appropriate to wear. You went to your mirror and slapped on some makeup before returning to Yoongi. “Yeah! Let’s go”

Yoongi drove a nice black Cadillac, which you expected. He was a wealthy guy after all and it fit his edgy but classy aesthetic that he had going on. You felt relaxed in the fresh leather seats, the scent mind-numbingly pleasant. You were just so tired. Yoongi began to drive, and the soft hum of the engine lulled you into a nap. You were out like a light, unable to see the way that Yoongi was licking his lips, glancing at your lifeless frame. Unable to feel the way he took your hand into his and squeezed so tightly.

Back in the studio, you were desperate to find Hobi and hear about what had happened. Instead you found Namjoon waiting for you, and your jaw dropped. Half of his face was covered with a large bruise that looked incredibly painful. You threw yourself into his arms.

“Oh my God are you okay?” You hugged him tightly, and he did you, relishing the comfort of one another’s touch. He shook his head, making your heart clench in pity. Of course he’s not okay.

“Did they do anything to you? Did they touch you? I swear to God Y/n I’ll fucking” You straddled his lap and rest your head against his strong chest. His heartbeat was pronounced and soothing under his soft shirt.

“I’m okay. I’m more worried about you.” Namjoon ran his hand up and down your back.

“Y/n...I think. This might sound crazy but I think I know who kidnapped us” He whispered into your ears. At that moment, the door opened revealing a perfectly normal looking Jimin. You almost jumped off of Namjoon, realizing how compromising your situation must have looked. Jimin’s eyes narrowed briefly.

“Come” Jimin motioned to you without so much as a greeting. You glanced at Namjoon, who was looking at the ground. He seemed scared. “Now.” He snapped.

“Who the fuck do you think you are just ordering her around like that?” From down the hall you hear Hobi’s voice echo through. Relief surged through your veins. “You’re not even recording today, get lost” Hobi walked straight up to Jimin and glared at him.

Jimin chuckled, “Whatever, she’ll come. I know she will” He turned to leave but Hobi grabbed him by the collar, growling lowly.

“Piece of trash. Stay away from my girl” You froze at the term. Jimin’s eyes widened.

“Your girl? Oh Hoseok are you in for a fucking treat because let me tell you what exactly your girl has been..”

“Hobi get off of him.” Like ice, Yoongi’s voice cut through the scene. His footsteps were pronounced as he approached the boys who remained in an aggressive stare-down. “First of all. She is not your girl. There is absolutely no romantic relationships permitted in my label. No exceptions, end of question. Second of all, Jimin, you better not be harassing my employees or you will see me sue you for all your worth, you got that?” Your pussy clenched at the authoritativeness in his voice. Hobi reluctantly let go of Jimin, who brushed himself off.

“You can’t stop us from going out” Hobi muttered. For the first time in your life, you saw Yoongi laugh. And not in a good way.

“Can’t I? Y/n, you’re off your project. You’ll be working directly with me now on finishing Jimin’s album” Jimin smirked lightly, meeting your eyes.

“She doesn’t want to work on Jimin’s--” Hobi began to protest but Yoongi held his hand up.

“Say another word, and your ass is fired. If I so much as see the two of you alone in my place of work, you’re in for it. Have I made myself clear?” You noticed that Hobi’s fists were almost reddening from how tightly he was clenching them, veins popping from his forearms.

“Yes” Hobi mumbled in submission. You had never seen him so angry before. He didn’t give you another look before storming off towards his own office. You rolled your eyes as you heard Jimin giggle.

“Perfect” He grinned. Yoongi simply looked him up and down before turning to you, arms folded.

“Go finish up what you’re working on. From tomorrow you report to me, and we’ll work in my studio.” His voice was significantly softer than it had been minutes ago. He briefly touched your elbow, as if to assure you not to be worried. The gesture was barely there but you found yourself appreciating it as he left, calling Jimin to follow him.

You took a deep breath, turning back into the studio where Namjoon was sitting and listening to the whole ordeal. He looked extremely uncomfortable, so you slid the door shut and took a seat in front of him.

“Sorry. You were saying? Who do you think kidnapped us?” Namjoon gave you an uncertain look. “Trust me, I won’t think you’re crazy. Is it Jimin, is that what you were thinking because I would totally believe--”

“Hobi” Namjoon exhaled sharply, “I think it was Hobi”

Your stomach flipped. The sincerely in Namjoon’s eyes made you nauseous. He saw your reaction and grabbed your hands, holding them sturdily in his own. “Y/n, I can’t tell you everything here. Come somewhere with me. I wanna show you something. You trust me right?” He got up quickly, tugging your arms to do the same.

He led you to his car, parked significantly far in the back of the lot and much to your surprise it was the exact same model as Yoongi’s. Maybe it’s a rockstar thing. But Namjoon makes the same as I do so how the fuck can he afford...oh...the fights. You shrugged, not minding returning to the chic vehicle.

“I feel like we both need to blow off some steam.” Namjoon said, revving the engine “I’m gonna take you where I train for my matches. It’s usually pretty secluded so we should be able to talk there” You nodded. Boxing sounded cool enough, and he was right, you could use some endorphins.

The two of you arrived at what seemed to be an abandoned warehouse. Inside, the walls were a charcoal color, dimply lit by striking white lights. It eerily reminded you of the vibe of the arena, but instead there were a few punching bags set up as well as a sparring ring. Namjoon had been right - the place was absolutely empty.

Namjoon grabbed a few gloves from the floor, handing you a pair which you inspected closely. When you looked up you saw that Namjoon had already pulled off his shirt, and was sitting on a bench, wrapping his hands with the gauze. Damn. You never thought you would be thirsting for your coworker but seeing him all serious had you feeling a type of way. You recalled how deliciously submissive he had been at Death Valley. You needed that. You missed being in control of your life.

“Here” Namjoon tossed the gauze tape at you. “Sit down I can wrap it for you” He slid down on his knees. You let him secure your wrists with the soft material, his brows furrowed with complete focus.

“Why do you think it’s Hobi?” You whispered. Namjoon’s hands stilled over yours.

“The pills. He didn’t actually take them. And then when we were tied up...I dunno...he sounded really far away? And not nearly as freaked out as you and I were. Then when Jungkook found us--well, Jungkook said he already dropped Hobi off but I don’t buy it. He said that the guys he had seen beat me looked really familiar to him. Jungkook might have seen Hobi around Death Valley or something before. So that’s why I think it’s him. Maybe Hobi is in Jimin’s...yknow...gang”

Namjoon finished wrapping your hands. He rose “Come on, let me show you some moves” You pulled the boxing gloves on and followed him reluctantly.

Namjoon patted one of the bags lightly and positioned you in from of it. He showed you how to throw a few types of punches and you listened intently, noting how his biceps flexed with every hit. He stood behind you, allowing you to try punching on your own as he watched your stance. You threw all your weight into your punch, hearing a soft slam as your fist met the bag, which didn’t budge. You hear Namjoon stifle a giggle.

“No, Y/n, you need to...hold on” You hear what sounds like Namjoon pulling his gloves off. He rests a wrapped hand on your shoulder, guiding your arm with the other. “Likeeee that. There you go” He assisted you in making a punch that caused the bag to sway slightly. “Nice job, try again!”

You continued to pummel the bag, letting out all your pent up frustration. Namjoon watched you carefully, pacing around you and observing your form. You suddenly flew a punch so far it caused the button of your shirt to pop off your chest. You stopped, panting heavily as sweat dripped from your forehead, looking down to see your chest decently exposed. Namjoon stood in front of you, face turning pink.

“Shit. Damn Joon should’ve told me to pack some different clothes” You pull of your gloves, setting them down before you unbutton the rest of your shirt and let it slide off of your shoulders, leaving you in a simple nude bra. It wasn’t meant for sports but you didn’t really care. Namjoon wiped the sweat from his forehead and eyed you up and down.

“I think I’m gonna uh…take a break” He gulped. You grinned, knowing that you were making him hot and bothered. He went towards the back of the warehouse where there were a few open showers.

He turned the water up cold, letting it run over him and his pants. You watched as he set his arms out, leaning against the wall so the water hit his muscular back.

“Joonie” You cooed, walking up to him. “Don’t be shy with me”

Namjoon didn’t dare look at you as you walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his toned waist, letting your fingers tug at his waistband. You pressed your lips into his back.

“Can you be a good boy for me and take this off hm?” You whispered. Namjoon’s breath was shaky and his eyes were clenched shut. He swallowed, trembling as he did as you asked, his wet pants falling to the dirty floor. You turned him around to face you, but his eyes remained glued to the floor.

“Joonie…look at me” You tilted his face up, ad he reluctantly met your eyes.

“Y/n…” He mumbled as you went on your tippy toes, letting your arms snake around his neck. “A…are you sure?”

“You tell me” You grinned, sucking lightly on his neck. Namjoon cursed under his breath, tilting his head to give you more room.

“I…I’ve wanted you for so long” Namjoon leaned back, the water from the shower now soaking you too. He stroked the wet strands of hair from your eyes, before leaning down and kissing you. You could feel him quivering from your touch.

“I really like you” He kept talking, his words barely making it into your brain as you were far too focused on how you were planning on getting him down on his knees.

“Is that right baby?” You cupped his cheek, letting your thumb tug at his lips. “Why don’t you show me huh?” You were down to roleplay, not realizing that for Namjoon his words were his truth.

“C…can I…see your tits…please?” Namjoon’s hands hovered over your body, not ready to touch you without your explicit permission.

“Go ahead” He unclasped your bra, and it fell to the floor. Namjoon gasped. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen them before. He had—but he still couldn’t quite believe it. His cock twitched, and he was ready to burst then and there, overwhelmed that he even made it this far with you. He cried out in discomfort, his boxers tight against his rigid cock.

“Y/n…please” Namjoon whined, grabbing your breast with one hand while he bent down to suckle the other.

“Fuck” You muttered, his sloppy tongue rilling you up as he desperately licked away at your tits.

“Please it hurts so bad” His cried vibrated into your chest as you stroked his hair affectionately. He sucked you harshly before switching to the other breast.

“Tell me what you need baby…use your words”

“Can I just…put my…if it’s okay I just” Namjoon let go of your breasts and stood up straight. “Wanna fuck you. Want you to ride me. If…that’s okay” You smiled at him.

“Of course baby, let’s go sit you down over there and then mama will take care of you” Namjoon’s eyes widened at your words, his knees wobbling. He gripped your shoulders, furrowing his brows and trying his best not to cum in front of you like an idiot without even being touched.

You led him over to the closest bench, where he sat down, sliding down his boxers so that his cock stood proud. You knew he wouldn’t last long, but seeing how he looked like he was gonna burst into tears, you weren’t about to shatter his dreams. Ridding your own underwear, you straddled him slowly.

His eyes were closed again, much to your dismay. “Joonie. Look at me.” You lightly slapped his cheek. His eyes met yours, wide and watery. He was a mess for you and you had never felt so powerful.

You sank down on him, watching as he cried out, his moans echoing throughout the empty warehouse. He set his hands at your waist as you raised yourself back up, the sweet drag of his cock sliding seamlessly down your wet walls.

“Oh my god Y/n” Namjoon buried his face into your neck as you continued to ride him slowly, bouncing up and down on his cock while he moaned out your name like it was the only word he knew.

You grabbed his face, pushing your lips onto his and shutting him up. His hands slid up to grab your breasts, fondling them desperately as you rolled your hips into him.

He pinched your nipples between his fingers, causing you to moan into his mouth. He let one hand fall to your clit and began rubbing you rapidly.

“Wanna make you feel good too” He murmured, words enveloped by your kisses. For whatever show he put on, you could tell he knew exactly what he was doing, drawing soft circles on your clit and making your pussy leak onto him right away. You clenched down, causing Namjoon to almost scream into your mouth with pleasure.

“Wanna cum for mama? It hurts doesn’t it baby?” You teased. Namjoon pouted at you and nodded. You kissed his cheek. “I know it does baby. I know it hurts” You stroked his back, bouncing faster and faster on him.

“Y/n…fuck…please can I cum inside you? I can’t…I can’t hold back any longer” Namjoon bit down on your shouder, trying as hard as he could not to cum.

“It’s okay. You can cum, I got you baby” It was all it took for him to spill into you, his load seeming never ending. When he was done he hugged you tight to his chest, keeping his cock inside you, not wanting to lose your warmth.

The two of your remained like that for a while. You hummed lightly as Namjoon stroked your back. He cleared his throat.

“I’m gonna register for another fight. Against Jin. We still don’t have a clear winner but I’ve been training almost every day—I have to win” He growled lightly.

“Just be careful okay” You kissed his cheek. He shook his head.

“I don’t care what it takes. I have to win. I have to. I’m gonna win” You squinted at him, seeing an almost crazed glint. “I’m gonna win and finally get my prize” What prize? Money?

-

Working with Yoongi was different. There were far less drugs involved. In a way you were grateful that you were finally getting the real work experience you came for, but you did miss having fun with Hobi and Namjoon in the studio. Yoongi was quite serious about his work, and you admired that. He wouldn’t pay too much attention to you most of the time, simply asking you your thoughts on certain tracks every now and then.

“Tonight the title track drops as a single” He muttered, typing frantically on his laptop. You sat by his side, watching as he finished up some emails “It’ll drop around midnight.” He picked up his phone “Get Jimin in here.”

You groaned, recalling that you were expected to go over to his place tonight. Yoongi noticed your displeasure, raising his eyebrows but didn’t say anything.

“What” Jimin barged into the studio. You hated how disrespectful he was, especially to someone as talented as Yoongi.

“Your single is dropping tonight. Thought you’d wanna know. We should celebrate.” Yoongi shut his laptop and glanced at the both of you. Jimin grinned.

“Oh hell yeah. Party at my place.” He winked at you, “Wear something nice babygirl”

You choked, coughing to try to cover it up. You missed the way Yoongi glared at Jimin when he said that before he motioned for him to leave.

“Does Jimin bother you?” Yoongi asked, a hint—barely a hint—of genuine concern in his voice. You sighed.

“No sir. He’s just a typical rockstar”

What were you gonna wear? It was a formal event. Namjoon had made it clear that he would rather jump off of a cliff than step foot in Jimin’s place so he wouldn’t be going, and you hadn’t heard from or seen Hobi in a while. You assumed Yoongi would be there, so you wanted to look good, just in case. Although deep down you knew that if anyone was fucking you tonight it would likely end up being Jimin himself.

You chose a silky gold slip dress, looking at yourself in the mirror and almost not recognizing yourself without your usual grunge look. You wondered if Yoongi would still wear his chains. You shivered in excitement.

Jimin wanted you there early. He claimed to need to talk to you, but you knew he was probably just trying to get his dick wet. As you walked into the penthouse you were shocked at how clean the place was. He really had decked the place out for a nice party—his living room rearranged.

“Hey” You noticed Taehyung emerging from the kitchen. He looked so different, you had to blink to make sure it was really him. 

He had dyed his hair black, a striking contrast to the mint green you had become familiar with, plus instead of his leather jacket and jeans he had on a fitted grey blazer with a crisp white shirt underneath. He looked fantastic.

“Damn you clean up nice” He grinned, “He’s waiting for you.” Taehyung motioned towards Jimin’s closed room. He quickly pulled you into a light hug, whispering in your ear “If he does anything you don’t want you just say it and I will fucking stop him okay?” You gulped, nodding lightly.

“Will you be watching?” You teased, letting your lips glide over his ear. Taehyung simply smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek before smacking your ass playfully.

“Go get em girl” He let you go, watching as you headed towards Jimin’s room.

It wasn’t anything like you expected. The lights were dim, there were candles everywhere. All over his floor were rose petals. So cliche. You smirked to yourself.

Jimin emerged from his bathroom, looking astounding. He looked younger—like he did back in the days you would be worshiping his body day and night. His hair was styled similarly, up revealing his forehead. His shirt fit him great and you couldn’t help but notice that he chose to wear dangling earrings.

“You came”

Your breath hitched as he came towards you, and you subconsciously backed away from him until he was towering over you—your back pressed against the wall. He took your hands into his, kissing the tops of them softly.

“Stop blackmailing me. I don’t give a fuck if you send that video to Yoongi alright, he won’t care. He’ll protect me from an ass like you” Jimin let your hands drop as he circled your waist, touching his forehead to yours. Your heart skipped a beat. His face was so close to yours—but it wasn’t like before. He was actually looking at you. His eyes clean of any substance.

“I won’t send it. I told Taehyung to delete it. I want you to want this” He whispered, his breath landing in shimmers on your lips. For once he didn’t smell like tobacco. His lips looked incredibly soft, a sweet red tint making them pop.

He gazed at you, his hand traveling up your back where he found the zipper of your dress. “You look incredible. Better than I could have ever imagined” He was breathless. The way he was speaking made you want to melt. It was like every fantasy of your teenage years was coming to life in front of your eyes. He tugged at your zipper.

“I’m sorry for being an ass” He rolled his head against yours, letting his lips trace your cheeks. “You deserve better” He inhaled your scent as you felt him slowly tug the zipper down—your dress sliding off with it. You gasped as the fabric swept over your body until it was a pile on the floor. Jimin stepped back to look at you.

You hadn’t worn a bra, considering your dress was backless. At that point you had also chosen to go without panties—what was the worst that could happen? You’d flash your boss? You wished that would happen.

Jimin was gaping at you before a mischievous smile took his face. Your heart sunk, recognizing the familiar predatory gaze in his eyes.

“So naughty, you were ready for me weren’t you” He began unbuttoning his own shirt, letting it slide off of his shoulders before letting his hand grasp your neck. He pushed his thumb to your lip, tilting your head back.

You shut your eyes, knowing full well what he would do next—but instead Jimin bent down and kissed you softly. His grip loosened, cupping your cheek as he deepened the kiss.

He pressed his chest against yours, his skin burning against you. The heat from the candles was persistent—it was too warm. Your body was flushed. It was the heat. You tried to convince yourself. Your tried to convince yourself that you weren’t enjoying Park Jimin kissing you like you were his.

He lifted you into his arms, lips not leaving yours as he carefully laid you onto his silk sheets. “Tell me what you want baby girl, let daddy take care of you today” He whispered, kissing you all over your face with light pecks before moving to your neck.

You stared at the ceiling, squirming under him as your heart began pounding through your chest. You were overwhelmed. It had been so long since you were fucked like this. On a bed, with delicate care. You weren’t normally a fan, but with everything you had been through you found yourself sighing in relief.

Jimin moved his kisses to your chest, kissing every inch of you as if he was trying to memorize every crevice of your body with his lips. You arched your back in pleasure as his lips wrapped around your breast. He didn’t linger, continuing to kiss the rest of your stomach. You giggled as you felt ticklish when he kissed above your belly. Your eyes were blown—full of yearning. Park Jimin was kissing you—kissing you everywhere. You didn’t want to wake up from this.

As he proceeded to go down on you, you glanced around his room. Your eyes landed on his bathroom door, that was just slightly open. Is Taehyung there? Is he watching? You buckled your hips as Jimin kissed the tops of your thighs. You felt him smile, thinking you reacted to him. But you were imagining Taehyung’s intense gaze—from who knows where.

Jimin climbed back up your body and kissed you again. “My pretty girl” He ran his finger over your throbbing core, teasing it with his soft touch. He watched you, hovering slightly as his fingers brushed back and forth. Your pussy clenched, as if it was trying to catch his finger and swallow it in. You whined out, hands finding his shoulders and pulling him closer to you.

“Daddy” You whined softly, biting your lip. Jimin watched you close your eyes and savor his fleeting touch. “Daddy please” You moaned, prompting Jimin to glide a finger into your sopping cunt. You squealed with pleasure as he moved it excruciatingly slow, in and out, teasing you. He let his head fall against your neck as he continued to finger you. He loved how desperate your pussy was for him.

“Does my baby girl want more?” He teased, nibbling your shoulder. You nodded quickly, and he obeyed, inserting another finger. You groaned—the stretch feeling so good. You needed him to go faster. It wasn’t enough. You spread your thighs, hoping to urge him on, but he didn’t relent. Your nails dug into Jimin’s shoulders.

“Faster” You could barely make a noise, legs quivering with desperation. “Faster daddy please” You were practically crying, and Jimin loved it. He sped up, the sound of your wetness becoming increasingly evident as you soaked his fingers. You bit your lip, nodding rapidly as pleasure soared through you. Jimin watched you, grinning at your reactions. “Yes…yes…like that…more please. Please daddy” You tried to push yourself down onto his fingers more. Jimin noticed this—and pulled them out of your completely. You groaned in frustration, the feeling of fullness leaving you suddenly.

“Did I say you could move?” He took his fingers and shoved them in your mouth. You frowned at the taste of yourself but sucked on them anyways.

“W..as…s..close” You tried speaking as Jimin pushed his fingers farther down your throat. You gagged on them before he pulled them out and dove in for another kiss.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum” Jimin’s voice was so soft, it had you trembling. He got off of you briefly to unbuckled his pants, kicking them off along with his boxers.

His cock was throbbing, eager for some sort of stimulation. He took your hand, guiding it to wrap around his hardened length and giving it a few pumps.

“Daddy’s never fucked you like this has he hm?” Jimin cooed at you, climbing back over you as he lined his cock to your entrance. You widened your thighs, shaking your head. Jimin clicked his tongue “Daddy’s bad. Daddy should fuck his good little girl right” He teased his tip into your folds, moaning loudly at how wet your were as your cunt swallowed him in. He stills momentarily, and the two of your share an intimate stare. Jimin’s heart is speeding, and so is yours. You don’t know what has gotten into him—he doesn’t either. He sinks into you, crying out your name.

“Oh fuck baby oh fuck” Jimin whines, “So good. So fucking good baby, you feel so fucking good” He panted, his voice getting louder. He dug himself as far into you as he could go. “Baby…you’re so tight…holy shit” He tilts his head back in ecstasy—his expressions making you tighten on him even more. He drags his long cock out, angling his hips again before thrusting into you again, this time much faster.

“Baby…my good fucking girl…oh my God” Jimin was losing control. The pleasure began clouding his judgement, making him almost dizzy. He didn’t even realize that he had sped up much more. He didn’t notice that he had grabbed your neck, choking you down like he normally does. He didn’t notice that your moans had swapped out for winces of pain as he pounded into you relentlessly. His eyes were shut. He was gone—lost in the sweet feeling of you.

You came, much to your dismay, as Jimin’s filthy curses and praises got to your head. Your body jerked, twitching all over as you cried out helplessly. You felt good, but were upset that Jimin had gone back to his usual ways. Taehyung are you seeing this? You looked around again. Was he watching from a camera maybe? You looked at the television in front of Jimin’s bed. Squinting your eyes, you could see a slightly gleam coming from the top. Is that it? Do you see me Taehyung? You stared at it, choking as Jimin continued to fuck you silly.

“Stop” You could barely breathe. You tapped Jimin’s shoulders but he didn’t notice. He wasn’t looking. He was too caught up. “Please” You croaked, “Jimin slow down…stop I can’t—I can’t” The air was knocked out of your lungs as Jimin tightened his grip more. You felt your eyes bulge as his hot cum shot into you. His hands fell off to your side and you took the deepest breath you could conjure—little black specks already decorating your vision. Jimin was panting, a big smiled on his face as he looked down at you.

Tears rolled down your face as your gasped for more air. Jimin jumped off of you, realizing what he had done. “Holy shit Y/n” He muttered, looking around frantically for water. On cue, Taehyung barged into the room, tossing him a bottle.

“Don’t look at her!” Jimin screeched at Taehyung as he pulled the covers over your shaking body. You took the water from him and gulped it down, steadying yourself. You gave Taehyung a thankful look and he nodded to you. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t…shit I’m so sorry” Jimin pleaded as he helped you sit up, stroking your back.

“Deleted the video by the way” Taehyung walked over to you and sat down by your side. “Jimin, Yoongi and the others are here. You better go, I’ll take care of her” Jimin gave Taehyung a grateful pat on the back as he quickly got dressed, running to the bathroom to fix up his hair and makeup.

You let your eyes flutter shut, Taehyung taking the bottle from you and stroking your hair. You doze off, not seeing Taehyung open a familiar video on his own phone, before hitting send.

-

Jimin did his rounds, plastering a fake smile to entertain and welcome his guests. He excused himself as fast as he could. Yoongi grabbed his shoulder, noticing him trying to leave.

“You okay?” Jimin sighed. Yoongi was one of the only people he could confide in.

“I just need some air. I’ll be back” Yoongi nodded in understanding, letting him go. Jimin found his way out of the building. He paced back and forth on the sidewalk, beating himself up for his actions. God, what was wrong with him? He groaned in frustration, stomping his foot. 

You were the closest thing to happiness he had felt in so long and he went ahead and fucked it up just like he had done with everything—his music, his career, and even his drug empire was on the cusp of falling apart all because of the Death Valley bastards. 

He took a deep breath before reaching into his back pocket to pull out a cigarette and a lighter. He needed a smoke—bad. As he lit the cig, he noticed a black cadillac rolling into the parking lot at a frantic speed. He stopped momentarily, looking up as the car swiveled out of control.

Until it was headed straight for him.

-

People really thought it was a PR stunt. You rolled your eyes as you scrolled through social media at the news that Jimin was in the hospital after being in a car accident. Right after his song dropped nonetheless. You felt bad—the song was doing really well, but he wasn’t even conscious to see it. You yourself really liked it. It reminded you of his older work, but with a more mature touch to it. You could feel that the boy was struggling with something dark within himself. That was something you could relate to.

Taehyung had been wild when he found out, immediately making calls and screaming at people over the phone. You assumed that the accident was probably…not an accident, given his reaction. You wanted to go see him as soon as you could. Yoongi luckily gave everyone the day off to cope, and you headed over first thing in the morning.

Your eyes became teary as a nurse led you to the room Jimin was in. He was unconscious, and looked absolutely beat. You sat by his side, fluffing his hair affectionately. The nurse left the two of you alone, and you leaned down to give a soft kiss on his lips, naively wondering if like sleeping beauty he might wake up. Of course he didn’t. This wasn’t a fairy tale—it was far from it.

You had been up all night thinking about it. You finally understood was Jin had meant when he suggested that you knew too much. Did Namjoon do this? The car was the same kind as his was. He did hate Jimin passionately, you knew this for a fact. But would he really go this far?

You thought back to your last interactions with Namjoon. He did seem to be a little out of his mind lately. You figured it was the drugs. You made a mental note to ask Jungkook what exactly he’s on.

He had been so aggressive about wanting to win the upcoming fight. Did he do this on purpose? You recalled that he said Jimin made him lose the last time. You felt queasy. Maybe all the shit you and Namjoon had been through really got to him, and this was him reacting.

The driver of the car was not found at the site of the accident, and it was by sheer luck that Jimin was even alive according to the police.

You pulled out Seokjin’s business card, finally fed up with all of this. It was getting too dangerous. You no longer felt safe. You dialed his number.

As the phone rang you heard the door swing open. You smiled sheepishly, waving at the familiar cheery face you hadn’t seen for so long. The face of a man that Namjoon had made you doubt. You were questioning everything now. It was Hobi.

-

Seokjin had headphones blaring his favorite songs as he jogged in place, getting himself pumped up at a local gym. He let out a few punches into the air. He was ready to beat Namjoon shitless. He was pleased. Pleased that you had finally called him, agreeing to meet with him and cooperating. He was so close to finding out the person behind all the madness—he just needed to get to Jimin.

The two of you agreed to meet later in the day. You had told him a brief amount of what all you knew and thought, but he recommended not giving details over the phone. Jin knew that gangs were smart enough to wire tap phones of their associates, especially ones who knew as much as you did.

“So you’re Jin” He turned, a man walked in, leaning casually against the wall. “Nice to meet you” He smirked before adding “Officer”

Jin turned quickly, grabbing a pistol and aiming it at the man who simply laughed. “Relax officer. I’m not who you’re after.”

Jin gritted his teeth, not letting his gun down. “What do you want?”

“See. There’s this girl.” He showed Jin a live video of you on his phone, “I have a guy there, on standby to shoot her brains out. Now you can prevent that” He walked closer to Jin, grinning widely.

“What do you want? I can fucking kill you dumbass”

The man shrugged, “You could. But then he will still kill Y/n. The only way he backs down is if he hears from me” The man brings up his own gun, aiming it right back at Jin, “That you’re gonna throw the fight”

“So you are a gangster.” He rolled his eyes.

“Poor Y/n. All alone at the hospital with no one to save her”

“Hospital? Why?”

“Oh didn’t you hear? Park Jimin got in a little accident” The man flashed a evil smile. Jin shuddered.

“Ok, ok. I’ll lose, just don’t fucking touch her. I want a guarantee” Jin raised his arms, lowering his gun to the ground.

“Lose the fight first. Then we’ll deliver her right to you, officer” He turned around to leave, and Jin tried to memorize every detail he could of the man—he had to be connected to Jimin somehow. He noticed the tattoo on his back, and his eyes widened.

The tattoo was of your name.

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death valley (m) | part 7

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, seokjin x reader, hoseok x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.3k 

warnings: reader discretion advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex (smacking, manhandling, etc), very obsessive & possessive themes, manipulation, use of restraints (mouth), bondage (collar, leash), slight sadism kink, physical roughness, guns, heavy drug use/reference, breast play, mentions of addiction/addiction prone behaviors, unrealistic sex endurance levels (readers really out here banging), dubcon/coersive sex, reader uses humor as a coping mechanism, degradation, toxic relationships, yelling, crying, character death (or is it), oral sex, shower sex, technically cheating depending on how you look at it, daddy kink, praise, implied stalking, yoongi loves spoiling his baby girl, impreg kink if you squint, dom!yoongi (duh), dom!hoseok, dom!seokjin 

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a/n: i spent way too long on this HAHAHA 

F L A S H B A C K--

The crowd roared as the fight came to a close. Jin stepped out of the ring reluctantly, someone handed him water while another man wrapped a towel around his shoulders. A soft ringing noise resonated through his ears, blood teasing the edges of his vision. He pushed everyone away to find his prep room. Sighing deeply, he looked down at his trembling hands. His body was on overdrive, he was getting desperate. 

He placed his hands against the wall, unable to think straight with the way his heart was pounding out of his chest. He could hear the footsteps of someone stop in his doorway, not having to look to know exactly who it was.

“Do you have any coke on you?” Jin wiped the sweat off of his forehead with a towel, panting heavily, “Seriously Jimin. I’m gonna fucking lose my mind” 

Jin had always been extremely unstable. It was in his personality to get aggressively addicted to things. Whenever Jin went too long without it, it was like he surrendered himself to a beast. Jimin liked to call it his maniac side.

“Can you stop thinking about getting high for one fucking second? We have a problem here” Jin hears a soft thud causing him to finally turn and look. Jimin had just dropped your unconscious body onto the hard floor.

“Well well. Who is this?” Jin crouched down and slid his fingers over your parted lips, digging his nail into the soft flesh until it began to bleed slightly. As you eyes slowly began to flutter open, a carnal desire coiled in Jin’s chest. He had never seen anyone quite like you before.

"Hi there cutie” Jin grinned, “What’s your name?” Your eyes were quivering with fear, something about your vulnerable state was so delicious to him. You glanced towards Jimin, only beginning to tremble even more.

“P..park Jimin” You gasped, “Oh my goodness! I...I love you. Wait no. I...sorry...I’m a huge fan” You rubbed your eyes. Jin’s heart trembled at your dazed expression. “Where am I? What’s going on?” He wanted to eat you alive. 

Jimin joined Jin on the floor besides you “Well thank you pretty girl. It’s nice to meet you...?”

“Y/n” You introduced yourself, shaking his hand before turning to Jin, looking at him with your tempting, lustful eyes. Y/n. Jin’s head was pounding as the withdrawal began taking over him. He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life. 

Jin had never found anyone else even close to catching his eye before. He would sit mindlessly on his phone while girls would be on their knees, gagging on his cock, waiting for the mind-numbing minutes until he could finally cum and leave. The prospect of a relationship, of love, it seemed otherworldly. Perhaps it wasn’t for him. He had drugs and that kept him happy. But you. You were a high he had yet to fully taste. Looking at you alone had him feeling a glow unlike any other.

“Hey” You said to him. Jin felt dizzy as you spoke, getting lost in your gaze, “You’re the fighter guy right? Jin?”

Hearing you say his name had him bucking forward, trying to hide his growing erection from the famous star who was by his side. “Yeah. Hi. Great to meet you”

Jimin got up, brushing the dust off of his pants, “I’m getting out of here” He grabbed his jacket from your arms, “Jin, please search her address and get Y/n home.” Jimin reached into his back pocket “These should make her forget” He slid a pill into your mouth and you swallowed obediently. 

Jin began to break a sweat, watching the way your lips sucked in the small capsule and gulped it down it so nicely. Jimin left without another beat, leaving you in Jin’s arms, your eyes getting heavy with each passing second.

You blinked, eyes wide with uncertainty as Jin held you close. “You can take me home?”

Jin nodded, “I need to do something really quick first” He slid his hand down his pants to begin palming his erection. His vision was turning blue as his headache began to spread. “God you’re so pretty” He grabbed your jaw, ensuring that you couldn’t look anywhere but his face. 

Jin felt like his mind was running miles a minute. You looked so cute and helpless. He wanted to tear you to pieces, he wanted to see you bruised and battered, splayed out for him to ravish you as he pleased. 

Was it wrong? Was it wrong that he wanted to shove his cock in your mouth while you slowly lost consciousness? In the moment, nothing made more sense to him. 

Your pretty lips, your sweet eyes, how could he not? Your lips trembled, eyes half lidded, rolling back slightly as you fought to stay awake.

“Oh fuck oh fuck. Don’tttt...don’t fucking look at me like that Y/n. If you look at me like that I’m gonna--gonna--ohhhh baby, fuck what are you doing to me” Jin gasped loudly as cum spilled all over his palm. 

P R E S E N T   D A Y--

Amongst the sweet bliss of your dreams, a current washed over you and reality had your eyes opening. Your heart felt heavy as your vision focused in on the dry walls that continued to encage you. Your body pulsed with soreness, reminding you of the previous nights events.

To say you were upset would be an understatement, but you were shocked more than anything. You had never seen Jin act so unhinged before. It was almost as though he quite literally couldn’t control himself, the thought alone bringing a bitter taste to your mouth.

Before you could decide on whether to give him a piece of your mind and reprimand his behavior, you hear him wincing with pain across the room. He lay leaned against the wall, sweat trickling down his muscles from the heat. His head tilted back in a soft groan, dark hair now extremely tangled and messy.

“Are you okay?” You got up with a start. Jin exhaled before shaking his head in defeat. 

“No, my leg still really fucking hurts. I feel like absolute shit right now” He punched the side of his fist into the ground in frustration. “I feel like I’m going insane” 

You couldn’t even begin to imagine his pain. At least you got to leave the cell for some time, he had been here all along. Alone. Wounded. It was just awful. Yoongi should have had the courtesy to take him to the hospital, but then again did Yoongi even have a courteous bone in his body? You were no longer sure. 

“It just sucks too because I’m trapped here, helpless, and all I can fucking do is feel this pain” Jin's jaw clenched. "And I’m sorry for last night I just...you were just there, so close. I just couldn’t help it. I could finally forget the pain even if it was just for a moment”

“It’s okay, I understand” You knew that feeling far too well. Jin reached his arms out to you, pulling you to sit next to him. His hands trailed down your thighs as he looked at you intently. “You know, I don’t mind...if it helps distract you from the pain. We can” You cleared your throat nervously, heat rising to your cheeks, “I mean, just tell me what you need”

Jin’s eyes widened with surprise. “Really?” He asks, gulping, “You don’t have to”

“I want to Jin. Let me help. I’m half the reason you’re in this mess” You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. Jin was extremely handsome, you had noticed that from the moment you saw him in the arena. With a body like that, your heart skipped a beat at what all he might have in store for you.

His fingers slid between your legs, making you gasp softly. He tickled your clothed cunt softly. He flattened his fingers, teasing your entrance before moving to your clit. Licking his lips, he sucked lightly on your ear. Your hips bucked up as a ticklish sensation shot through your body. You felt wet. 

And you knew he could feel it too, as he drew his fingers away. “Can I?” He mumbled into your neck. You nodded, flustered and warm all over as he pushed your panties aside and began drawing light circles on your clit. You twitch at the sensations hitting your nerves. His other hand cupped your jaw tightly, turning your face towards him.

“Oh fuckk, Jin that feels so good” You didn’t know why you felt so horny, whether it was the morning or the temporary relief from reality. Jin carefully slid one finger into your cunt, just barely, his delicate movements sending shocks of pleasure through your tired body.

Your pussy clenched down on his finger, and he growled. Pulling out, he popped the finger into his mouth before sighing, “Can I tell you what I want?” You could hear a slight tremble in his voice, “Will you do anything for me?”

You choked on your own breath, nodding dumbly as Jin’s gaze flashed with desire. “Get on all fours over me. Wanna spank that pretty ass”

Jin was taken aback at your willingness. You obeyed so well, his hands kneaded your tender flesh, enjoying the view of your ass sticking out for him. You winced as you felt his palm smack against you hard, making your knees tremble with pain and pleasure. 

That’s for sleeping with Jungkook. He smacked again, with full force. He knew it stung. He could hear the pain in your pathetic whimpers and he loved it. And Hobi. Smack. And Jimin. Smack. You cried out as the impact caused you to fall forward onto your chest. And Yoongi. 

Your ass was flushed, as he tenderly rubbed over the bruises he had so generously given you. He leaned forward, letting his tongue glide over the soreness before playfully biting down.

“Jin...that hurts” He ignored you, proceeded to slide down his pants, his turgid length already incredibly hard. He tugged at his cock quickly, the sounds of his slippery pre-cum barely noticeable under your soft moans. 

“Sit on my cock. Nice and easy, lean back on me” His cock twitched as you turned your head to look back at him briefly, your eyes glossy from the pain, but full of curiosity nevertheless. You crawled back over him to line his cock with your soaking cunt. Jin grabbed your hips, helping ease you down onto his length. 

“Ah...ah...” His size stretched you out, pussy swallowing him in. You cursed, eyes rolling back. He wanted to see your face, see how fucked out you would look as he gave it to you so good. 

“Quiet, he might hear us.” He carefully tugged off his shirt from your body with your help, then used it to cover your mouth. He pulled the knot tight,  the fabric tugging at the sides of your mouth uncomfortably. 

His hands stroked over your bare chest quietly, humming in approval, “That’s a good girl...gonna be all quiet for me now right?” His cock twitched inside of you as he heard your muffled voice. His fingers weaved through your hair before he clenched his fist, making you wince. He pulled your head back as he thrusted up into your soaking cunt “Hear that? You’re loving this aren’t you, you fucking whore”

He grabbed your neck, holding it in a tight grip as he pounded up into you. He no longer cared if he was being too loud, he moaned at the top of his lungs. You felt so good. Your pussy welcomed his cock like it was meant to be there, so slippery and warm for him to just fuck over and over and over again.

He couldn’t hear you softly plead for him to let you breathe over the sounds of his own cursing. He didn’t care. If you passed out, you deserved to. Your body was his for the taking, it had to learn. You said yourself you would do what he wanted. He needed this. It was the least you could do for all the trouble he’d been through for you.

He let your neck go, and as you gasped for a saving breath, he felt your walls leak all over him. Your muffled cries sounding like music to his ears. Your whole body was shaking from pleasure. 

His gaze fell onto your back, sinking his teeth onto your scars. You winced loudly as he marked you, his knife wound from the previous night still stinging and tender with pain.

Grabbing your head again, he pushed your face down onto the ground. You thrusted your hips helplessly, feeling your orgasm approaching as the cold floor pressed painfully against your nose. 

“Wait..wait...I’m so close” Your words were intangible through the cloth. You were humping down on him so desperately he couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. There, in front of him with your ass bouncing from how feverishly you wanted to cum all over his cock, he was in heaven. 

Jin felt your heat melt as you came, screaming in ecstasy against the restraint. You limply relaxed onto the floor as Jin continued to thrust up into you, holding your hips down tightly to dig deeper and deeper into your messy, dripping cunt.

Jin felt like his whole body would explode in pleasure. This was the peak. His life couldn’t get any better than this moment where he had you just like he dreamed. He wondered if it would always feel this good. Of course it would. It was you after all. 

Your core clenched as the stimulation became too much. He looked into your eyes and could see the streams of tears staining your cute cheeks. It was that look. That pleading look that was begging him to stop. Jin came with a loud cry, tilting his head back as he smacked your locker back one final time. 

Breathing heavily, he lifted you off of him, watching his seed leak out of you. You laid down onto your side, absolutely spent. He slid down to lay behind you, hugging you to him as he undid the mouth wrap with his teeth. He stroked your body tenderly, hands finding your breasts. 

“Holy shit” You coughed, finally able to breathe air directly. “Officer Kim Seokjin, that was...wow”

Jin didn’t respond, he simply smiled, pinching your nipples causing you to squirm. That was nothing baby. 

-

Taehyung hated being wrong. He hated not knowing and not having control of any situation. So when Yoongi was shaking his head, denying that he had caused all the recent chaos that had been keeping Taehyung up at night, he felt like he was going to tear the entire bar apart, floorboard by floorboard. 

“Y/n had mentioned she was kidnapped. I didn’t hear about it from you so I figured it must have been Jimin, and that you made sure she didn’t really get hurt. It ended up with her opening up to me, so I wasn’t really too mad about it” Yoongi said calmly, sipping his drink.

“From the footage it looked like Namjoon and Y/n took the pills and blacked out. Hobi was drunk too, but when he sobered up he had gotten a call to take them to the warehouse. I figured you had told him to do that.” 

Yoongi raised his eyebrows, “Why the fuck would I want to kidnap and beat up Namjoon? I need him healthy to fight. Don’t be such an idiot Kim"

“It wasn’t just that though. Jimin’s accident happened right after I sent you the video. I figured you were jealous”

Setting his glass down, Yoongi swiveled in his stool to light a cigar before leaning back casually “The video of Y/n and Jimin fucking? Please, I don’t give a shit”

“Well, then I told you that Jungkook showed her the lab and gave her literal heroin so I imagine you weren’t happy about that”

The smoke dissipated slowly from his lips. Taehyung frowned at the scent. “I wasn’t. But still, I didn’t stab him. I was with Y/n, taking care of her because I love her.”

Taehyung clenched his fists. He did not want to hear Yoongi go on and on about how much he loved you, he did not care. He wanted to know who was messing with his plans. Taehyung had things to do. He had operations in play. He couldn’t afford any mistakes.  

“Is that all? Jimin’s album is coming out tomorrow so I need to get some rest” Yoongi scoffed suddenly, “Especially now that Jimin’s gone ahead and brought Y/n into the media’s eye. What a fucking idiot”

“How are you planning on dealing with him? Are you gonna kill him?”

Yoongi laughed. “Taehyung. Seriously. What is up with you these days? If I wanted Jimin dead he would be dead dumbass.” Yoongi clicked his tongue, “Like I said before, I’m not worried about her and Jimin. She hates him. I know she does.”

Taehyung was not expecting that at all. Not from Yoongi. He had seen Yoongi wrench out people’s teeth if they didn’t pay him. He had seen Yoongi shoot innocent people, not even noticing when Taehyung had to turn around and puke his guts out because of it. But looking at the powerful man besides him now, he could barely recognize him.

“Just find out who was giving Hobi those orders and kill them. I don’t care who it is, just kill them. I don’t even want to know. I don’t have time for this”

Taehyung pursed his lips, “Yoongi, you know that Jimin does really like Y/n too, right? Like, he might be falling in love with her.” Yoongi gave him a look indicating that he was not taking him seriously, “I’m serious! I’ve never seen him like this and I’m surprised you aren’t more worried”

“Taehyung. Do you think I’m dumb?” Yoongi’s expression shifted to one of annoyance, “I knew what I was doing when I offered her an internship. I knew what I was doing when I signed Jimin on, knowing full well how much of a fan she is. Of course I knew she would pursue him. I needed her to see for herself, what a bratty piece of shit that man is. I knew she would hate him Taehyung, killing him would mean she might still care. She might still have feelings for him. That’s not what I need. She can only love me. I have to show her I’m better than him”

Yoongi took another puff of his cigar before continuing, “Now, I’ll admit things got fucked up when fucking Namjoon kept on bringing her to Death Valley. Idiot doesn’t take a fucking hint.”

Taehyung gulped down the rest of his drink before slamming the glass on the bar top. “Another please” He waved to the bartender. “I can take Jin off your hands now. He’s seen your face, but he might know stuff so it could be good to keep him alive” Yoongi simply shrugged, setting his cigar aside.

“I don’t care what you do with him. I want her alone tomorrow. I’m coming clean”

-

The next morning, Yoongi brought Taehyung back to the apartment. Taehyung lifted Jin out of the cell and claimed to be taking him to a clinic. After they left, it was just you and Yoongi.

Yoongi crouched down and extended a hand to you, not wanting to come too close. He knew you were upset with him. He could feel it. 

“Morning my love” His voice was songlike, eyes pleading as he looked at you, an absolute mess on the floor, like you were his whole world. “Come on, let me run you a bath. I’m sorry”

You knew if you looked at him for too long you wouldn’t be able to resist. But after everything you had just heard, you wanted to just be alone.

“I’ll explain everything. I promise, I don’t want any lies between us” Reluctantly, you took his hand and he pulled you up into a hug. You teared up at his embrace. You could feel the simple adoration through his touch. You could have just melted into his arms.

Leading you out of the cell, he sat you down in the kitchen while he went to draw a hot bath for you. “Will you be joining me?” You asked him dryly, attempting to put up some attitude in whatever way you could. 

To your surprise he shook his head, “No. I’ll wait till you’re done. Enjoy yourself” You frowned slightly, knowing a part of you didn’t want to hear the answer. “If you need anything just call for me okay?” He took your hands in his, kissing them gently. “After, I want to give you something. I’ve put some clothes for you on the dresser inside”

“Wait” You gasped, taking in his presence fully. “I’m sorry a...about Jimin and the media”

Yoongi shook his head, “It’s not your fault. It’s like you said, he’s just a typical rockstar” The two of your shared a small laugh. You realized then how rarely you had ever seen Yoongi smile. It was a beautiful smile, and you hoped to see it again.

You stepped into Yoongi’s bathroom. It wasn’t very large, but it was very high tech. A modern tub lay with soft white suds dancing over it. You grinned inwardly as you saw how he had laid out a blunt and a lighter for you. The water smelt of lavender, and was just the right temperature as you stripped down and slid in. You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply while appreciating the moment of peace. The eye of the storm. Inside you knew that this might be the only break you would get. Jimin’s album was coming out tomorrow. You had no idea what to expect. 

“Yoongi” You called out, tilting your head back and sinking into the tub deeper. 

He appeared rapidly, not really reacting to your undressed state as he knelt down by the tub, “Everything okay?”

“Stay here” You moved your arm out of the water, soap dripping onto the tiled floor as you tilted Yoongi’s cheek towards you and kissed him deeply. “Join me” You gasped into his mouth, “Please”

Yoongi kept his lips on yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He missed kissing you so much. Not having you the past night had been incredibly hard for him. “No love. I need you to relax. I’m about to tell you some things today and...you might be scared.”

You whined against him, pulling him closer to you while he did little to resist, “But I want you” You pouted.

Yoongi rolled his eyes with a soft smirk, “I want you too love. Don’t stay in there too long okay. Then get dressed and I’ll be in the kitchen” With one final kiss on your lips, he backed away from you, and you slid back into the warm water.

Yoongi had set out a cute little sundress for you, one that was scandalously sheer, but nevertheless cute. The dress felt blissfully light on your body, a slight breeze fluttering up your skirt as you spun around in front of a large mirror. 

You felt sexy, but most of all you felt free. You sighed heavily as you made your way to the kitchen, twirling around playfully before falling back into Yoongi’s embrace. 

“Hey” You got on your tippy toes to allow Yoongi to plant a kiss on your lips from behind you, smiling into one another. There was that smile again. It made your heart melt like butter. 

He wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck, “Fuck love you smell so good. You look so good.” You giggled as you felt his erection press up on your ass “How can I control myself...” His words were breathless as his hands trailed down to the hem of your dress, lifting it lightly to reveal the frilly lingerie he had bought for you. He cursed under his breath, pulling your ass back against him.

“Ah ah! You said you were gonna give me something” You teased, getting your payback for earlier. Yoongi nodded, reaching into the drawer to bring out a box. He slid it onto the kitchen counter “Is this for me?” He nods as you excitedly open the box. In it is a pistol, with gold accents and your initials engraved onto the side with what looked like diamonds. Beneath the device was a magazine of matching color. You looked at Yoongi with shock.

“I had it made just for you. Do you like it?” His hands covered yours as he guided you to take the gun into your hands and load the magazine into it. “I hope you never have to use it. But I needed you to have something to protect yourself” He turned and pulled your wrists to aim the barrel against his heart. “You could even kill me if you wanted to”

You were at a loss for words, but Yoongi continued, keeping the gun in your hand aimed at himself “I’m not a good guy Y/n. I’m dangerous. That’s why I had Taehyung take you out of Death Valley that night and had to throw you into that cell.” He gave you so space backing away. You felt bad, knowing that he must be feeling anxious to reveal himself to you, despite you knowing exactly what he was going to say.

You tried to give him a comforting look, unable to move your hands from his steady grip, “I’m a gangster.”

He waited for you to react. You weren’t sure what to do, so you just parted your lips in feigned shock. Wow! No way! Really! You felt like laughing, but his gaze was so serious you stopped yourself.

"I have a drug syndicate. At Death Valley. The money I make from that I use to gamble. That’s why we have the fights. I have boys trained and bet money on them. We make millions through that but really it’s just power plays” He looks away from you momentarily, “Anyways, no one knows that I, Min Yoongi, am the one running things there, but still I have a lot of enemies. A lot of people would love to see me dead. To see me lose.”

“Since you’re my partner, you are a liability. I need you to be safe. Normally I’ll have someone from the gang accompany you wherever you go. You won’t know who it is so don’t worry about it, it’s just in case anything happens” 

Partner? Since when? You frowned slightly at the label. Then again, this guy did carve his name into your skin. Maybe that was how big scary gangsters asked girls out these days, who were you to judge. 

“I don’t want you to be scared of me okay” Yoongi finally took the gun from you and set it aside, “Me giving you this means I trust you. With my secret and my life.”

You began to feel flustered. You hadn’t even thought about what it would mean to actually date or be associated with a gang member, let alone a kingpin. Now the media thought you were dating Jimin, who was also conveniently high up in all this. 

“I know it’s a lot” Yoongi said. “You can always ask me if you have questions. Now let’s get to work okay. Big day coming, I need my your expert opinion by my side”

-

The low growl of the engine was the only sound to be heard as Taehyung drove Jin to his own home. The world came still as he parked the car. Sighing heavily, he checked his radar before exiting the car, lifting Jin.

“You think you can stand buddy?” Jin nodded, and Taehyung slowly helped him find steady ground. He held Jin up, assisting him as they walked in through the back entrance to his basement. 

A single lightbulb illuminated just enough for Taehyung and Jin to see each other’’s faces. Nothing more, nothing less. Wiping sweat from his forehead, he placed Jin into a chair. 

“So it’s this Yoongi guy huh” Jin remarked. “And surprise surprise...you’re his little bitch too. Do your lips hurt from all the ass you have to kiss?”

“Oh please, Yoongi can go to hell for all I care.” Taehyung chuckled, surveying an array of knives that were displayed on the wall before his eyes settled on a small blade, curved ever so slightly. “I do need you to keep your mouth shut about me to Jimin though. If it weren’t for me, Yoongi would have let you rot in there”

Jin tilted his head, a small smile growing on his face as he understood the implications of Taehyung’s words, “I see. You’re plotting against both of them huh?”

“What’s I’m plotting is none of your goddamn business, Officer. So tell me, what’s it gonna take to keep you quiet hm? Money? More coke?”

“You know, I might be able to help you. You’re playing a dangerous game Taehyung. I know what you’re doing and I know how you plan on doing it. You’re using Y/n as bait. You’re using her to pin Jimin against Yoongi so you can sweep in and take over.”

Taehyung froze. First he smiled, then burst out into giggles before full on laughing. “It’s that obvious huh? Fine, hypothetically let’s say we work together. What’s in it for you?”

Jin licked his lips, “All I ask, is that when the dust settles, Y/n is mine. I know things Taehyung. I’m a cop after all”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and sighed, “Is that it?”

“And I get to kill them. My way”

Taehyung took a moment to think. “Okay Officer. You might just have yourself a deal.”

-

The clicking of the keyboard resonated through Yoongi’s office that was all but quiet as the chaos of an upcoming release had taken the whole building by storm. 

He had you sitting on his thigh, hands around his neck as he would run final details by you. But with the way he would occasionally tap his foot, causing his leg to vibrate underneath you, you couldn’t help craving him more and more with each passing minute.

He wouldn’t react as you nibbled his ear, placed kisses on his neck. You sighed loudly, sexual frustration building up within you. Finally you slid down a strap of your dress, letting it, along with your bra, glide down your breast. You tried to pull his chin towards you but he was too caught up in reading the emails he had gotten.

You really did respect the guy. For whatever he is, he took his work...of all kinds...very seriously. That itself turned you on. “Yoongi” You cooed at him, causing him to hum slightly.

“Yes love?” He muttered, a hint of annoyance in his voice. 

“Look” He finally surrendered to you, allowing you to turn his chin to see your perky breast in his line of vision. He was surprised, looking at you briefly before placing his mouth over you and suckling you roughly. 

You bit your lip, his tongue felt hot as he rolled it around your nipples. He took his time, lapping away at you, digging his teeth and gliding his wet lips over the perked bud. 

You buried your face into his soft black hair, his musky scent overwhelming you. Stuttering his name from your lips as he continued to suck your tit harshly, his hands trailed up your bare legs under the skirt of your dress to tug at the waistline of your panties. He let his fingers glide beneath the soft lace, teasing you.

Yoongi gave your breast a final sloppy kiss, before he let go with a pop, looking up at your fucked out face. He chuckled, bringing one hand to slide down your other strap and then tenderly squeezing your other breast. He rolled the tip between his fingers before placing his mouth of it.

Heat was coiling in your chest, soft whines leaving your parted lips. You moved from his thigh to straddle his waist, rolling your hips against his growing bulge. The friction shot pleasure through your core, making you leak with desire. 

You were sure Yoongi could feel how wet you were. Nevertheless his focus remained on ravishing your breast. He left chaste kisses on your eager nub, nipping away as his mouth tenderly sucked, making sure to give it as much attention as the other. 

His kisses then trailed between your breasts, traveling up to your neck where they became rougher. His movements tickled you, making you squirm as he kissed beneath your jaw, tilting your face back. 

“Mmm that’s enough love, we can’t here” He mumbled. You groaned in complaint, panting with frustration as Yoongi’s lips left your skin and his hands pulled your straps back onto your shoulders. “I booked us a room somewhere special for a few days because our bedroom is still fucked up from the other night. We can have each other there, I promise, okay love?”

-

Yoongi was a man of taste. Being in the rock industry, he was used to things being grunge and edgy, but personally he always had a soft spot for excellence. That’s why, while maintaining the all black getup, he would dress in silk shirts, pure silver jewelry and diamond studded jackets. 

He had picked a hotel not too far from the label, but one of the finest places in miles around. It was the same venue that would be the site of Jimin’s album release event the following night. Yoongi had booked out the largest suite in the building, wanting to show you the best night of your life. 

And you had a feeling it would be, as you walked in to the large room, lit with purple LED undertones that complemented the fading sunset that was gleaming in through the expansive glass wall. On the bed was a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice.

“Holy shit” You mumbled, wandering around as Yoongi directed the bellboys to bring in the luggage. Yoongi insisted he would take care of all your needs when packing. He claimed to have someone go back to your apartment and grab some of your essential items, but also insisted in buying you new things. You had to admit, gangster or not, Yoongi really knew how to spoil a girl.

You leaned against the glass, peering out at the skyline, a bright coral pink even still. Yoongi came up besides you, tilting your face towards him to kiss you fondly. 

“Can I pour you a drink love?” He sighed into your mouth. You nodded, watching as Yoongi pulled the champagne out of the bucket, popping the cork and pouring two glasses with ease. He hands you one, clinking his own against yours. You took a few sips, savoring the slightly sour bubbly liquid before setting your glass aside. Yoongi pulled you towards him by the waist. 

“This is all amazing Yoongi” You wrapped your arms around his neck. He caressed your hips, swaying you against him almost as though you were slow dancing. After a quick peck to the lips he spoke again,

“I’ve been thinking about the future. How would you like to work for me full time? As a junior producer?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “I...wow, I would love that, that would be the dream” Yoongi smiled, gliding his lips over your cheek, behind your ear where he began to leave small wet kisses. His hands trailed up your sides and he hooked his fingers under the strap of your dress, tugging it so the garment slid seamlessly off your body and onto a pile on the floor.

“Shit” Yoongi bit his lip, eying you up and down in your angelic lingerie. “Just missing one thing” You pouted as he stepped away from you, walking over to a cabinet to pull a studded black collar and leash from the drawer. 

He wrapped the collar around your neck carefully, adjusting the strap so that it was nice and tight. He admired the way it looked against your skin, tracing and tugging on it with his fingers.

“Beautiful.” Taking the leash in his hand, he gently pushed you down onto your knees, stroking your cheek as you looked up at him eagerly. “You know what to do” He blew a kiss at you teasingly.

You began to unbutton his pants, sliding them down along with his boxers. Licking you lips, you took his length into your hands, stroking him slowly, looking up for his validation. 

He groaned at your touch “Look at you hm?” His fingers harshly ran along your jaw, pulling playfully at your bottom lip “So fucking pretty”

He tugged your lip forward, prompting you to get your mouth on his cock, his other hand holding himself steady against the wall. You wrapped your lips around the tip, letting you tongue circle around.

Your breath hitched as Yoongi suddenly tugged at your leash, forcing his cock down your throat. You gagged immediately, but he kept your face pulled forward.

You flattened your tongue, allowing Yoongi to thrust himself against the slippery sensation. His cock filled your throat, making it impossible for you to breathe. You could taste the sour pre-cum against the rigid veins all over his girthy length. 

He loved the way you took him, so messy. You slobbered all over his cock, the sounds of you choking and coughing like music to his ears. Your lips were swollen and fucked out, eyes bulging as you desperately tried to maintain yourself. Tears built at the corned of your eyes making him buck his hips. You were his. Like he had always wanted. He finally owned you.

You felt his cum shoot straight down your throat, causing you to gasp in desperation, cheeks hollowing enough to allow him to push even further down your throat. Once you surrendered to swallow, Yoongi pulled out, a mixture of cum and saliva dripping all over your face. 

“Bend over, hands on the wall” He ordered through gritted teeth. He lined himself up behind you, sneaking a finger deep into your heat, relishing in the wet pool of your arousal and how you leaked out all over his palm. He pushed another finger in, pumping you furiously before his eyes narrowed in on your back.

You felt his fingers fall out, causing you to whine. A sudden tug of the leash pulled you back into his chest. 

“What is this?” He growled, a finger gliding over the knife scar through his name on your back. You stuttered, the collar knocking the breath out of you. “Who did this?”  He dug his nails into you making you wince. 

“W..what are you talking about?” Yoongi turned you around and slapped you hard.

“You know what I’m talking about. Who marked you? Who fucking dared?” He was yelling loudly despite being so close to your face. You tried to turn away but he wouldn’t let you.

“I...” You gulp. If you told Yoongi it was Jin, he would definitely go kill him. You needed Jin to be alive, in fact you were hardly even sure if he was anymore. A part of you knew Taehyung wouldn’t actually kill him. He didn’t deserve to die, not for something like this. “I don’t know”

Yoongi glared at you, the fire in his eyes evident. He dragged you relentlessly to the bed, taking the leash and using it to tie your arms to your chest. 

“You wanna play fucking games huh?” Yoongi screamed. You trembled, his demeanor beginning to scare you, “I’ll show you. I’ll fucking show you what happens when you hide something from me. You’re staying like this, locked in here until you decide to tell me the truth you got that?”

Tears were already streaking down your face as you nodded. Yoongi scowled at you before climbing in the other side of the bed and turning off the lights. 

-

Hobi arrived at the banquet hall. Preparations were already being made. The hustle of his coworkers preparing for the album release press conference and the subsequent celebration. 

A few people greeted him, but looking around he noticed an absence of a certain energy. Jimin was sitting on the stage, reading over his answer sheets while his make-up artists poked at his face.

Hobi didn’t feel an ounce of guilt about what he had done to Jimin. He never liked the guy, despite having to put up a cordial face around him. It was tough for him to help Jimin put songs together when he just wanted to wrench his guts out and put a bullet through his head. 

He tried avoiding the star when he could, but Jimin sought him out “Hey Hobi c’mere” Jimin snapped his fingers, pushing away the people surrounding him. Hobi took a deep breath before approaching him.

“Have you seen Y/n?”

Hobi raised his eyebrows. He at first had not been sure if you would have actually been killed or not after Jin’s little stunt the other night. It was a relief to him when he saw you appear in the news at Jimin’s side, but he was confused. 

“I figured she was here already. Maybe she’s with Yoongi” Jimin rolled his eyes, “That motherfucker, honestly. Did you know those two were hanging out because I fucking didn’t” Jimin hissed. “He branded her. Apparently they got really high, she said it was an accident but I dunno that’s a bit much even for Yoongi. You should have seen how pissed off he was”

“Hanging out?” Hobi asked curiously, “Y/n and Yoongi?” He felt his stomach flip uncomfortably. “Yoongi never hangs out with employees, let alone interns”

Jimin shrugged, “Can’t blame him honestly. She’s a temptress. I’ve slept with her a bunch of times and it just keeps getting better and better”

Hobi did everything in his power not to slug Jimin in his face, out of respect to the make up artists who had spent so long trying to make this bastard look presentable. “I know” 

“You do?” Jimin grinned, “Right...you who almost dated for half a second there. Then Yoongi and his fucking rules came and blew it all up” Jimin playfully pushed Hobi’s shoulder, “Man. You gotta just claim what’s yours and say fuck em. Next time. She’s mine now though, sorry”

Hobi rolled his eyes, knowing full well that you loathed Jimin. Nevertheless, the spoilt brat had a point. When the fuck did Yoongi hang out with Y/n? It didn’t make sense. 

Turning to one of the overseeing secretaries, Hobi questioned which room Yoongi was staying, intending to pay him a quick visit. The secretary gave him the room number, warning him that Yoongi had mentioned he might be unavailable in the morning as he had a few errands to run. 

Hobi wandered through the hotel, heading to the elevator to arrive at the top floor with all the suites. When he arrived at the door, he noticed the sign on the handle with raised eyebrows. Nevertheless he knocked “Yoongi! It’s me? Can we chat for a bit?”

“Hobi! Oh my God Hobi help me! Get me out of here!” Goosebumps appeared all over him as your shrill voice leaked through the door, “I can’t move please”

His hands were trembling. What the hell was going on? He budged at the door but it was locked. Cursing under his breath, he pulled out his gun, taking the handle and using it to knock of the handle. He pushed through the door, swallowing thickly as he saw you, leash hooked up to the bed frame, hands tied, in such a sexy little lingerie set his heart felt like exploding then and there.

“What the fuck?” Hobi rushed over to you, untying you from your restraints and clicking off the collar. Your hands went to your neck, soothing the red marks that had appeared due to the tight hold. “Yoongi did this?”

You nodded “He was punishing me. He was gonna keep me locked in here” You wanted to cry but you couldn’t even find it within yourself. Hobi noticed how defeated you looked. He hated seeing you like this.

“Why?”

You looked into his eyes, sighing at the true ignorance. Hobi knew so little about everything you had been through, you didn’t have the heart to place the burden onto him.

“Can we just get out of here? Please? I need a fucking drink” He nodded, rubbing the pads of his fingers softly over the imprints of the tight bands on your arms. “Let me get changed. That motherfucker was gonna make me miss my first album release party,” You scoffed, laughing bitterly as you stood up, “I’ll fucking show him. I’m gonna look hot as fuck and I’m gonna be all over Jimin tonight”

Hobi blinked at you in amusement but said nothing as you marched off into the bathroom.

“Come on” You called back to him, curling your finger to motion him towards you teasingly “Are you really gonna pass up the chance to fuck me in the shower?”

“Damn, you’re really something” Hobi mumbled, unable to hide the blush that grew on his cheeks. 

You didn’t bother taking off your underwear, you could see how turned on Hobi was from seeing you just by the gleam in his eye. You playfully bounced into the shower, turning the water cold.  The white lace on your body dampened, making the coverage practically negligible. 

Hobi almost choked seeing you. You tilted your head back and let the water fall directly on your breasts. You could hear the click of his buckled as he undressed himself quickly to join you.

“Shit this is cold” Hobi touched the water before sliding into the glass cube behind you. You turned around to face him, smiling mischievously. “Can daddy clean me up?” You pouted at him, winking. Hobi rolled his eyes.

“Jesus Y/n” Hobi pulled your hips forward before lifting you into his arms, “You’re such a slut for me aren’t you? All you fucking want is daddy’s big cock is that it?”

You nodded rapidly. “Yeah. Want your cock” You slid your hand down his chest, biting your lip.

“Of course you do baby” He pressed your back against the glass, the ice cold water hitting his back as he rolled his hips into you. His hand snaked around beneath you to push aside your soaked panties and touch your throbbing clit. “Look at me baby. Does that feel good?” He began to rub small circles, watching the way your body responded to him.

“Y...yes” You groaned, burying your face into his wet hair, nails digging into his back as you held on tight. Hobi grunted, gliding his finger back to trace along your folds.

“So fucking needy baby. No one fucks you as good as I do huh?” Hobi’s hot breath tickled your ear. “You missed me didn’t you, you slut. Only I know how you really like it” He pushed one finger in “Isn’t that right?”

You nodded, a sobbing mess of moans muffling into his neck as he rapidly pumped his finger into you, “Yes” You exhaled, “Want Daddy. Only want Daddy”

“I know. Oh, you poor little thing” He shoved another finger in, making you mewl as he stretched you out, “Do you think about me huh? When Jimin’s ramming his cock into do you think about me?” Your pussy clenched down at his words, “Did you fuck Yoongi too? Our boss, god you are such a little whore aren’t you?”

He slid in a third finger and you began to scream out in pleasure, “Oh fuck Hobi yes, right there right there” You panted heavily, “More...please” The mention of Yoongi’s name had you leaking all over. 

The thought that he could just come back in at any moment had you falling apart. He would look so fucking angry. He would probably kill Hobi on the spot. 

Why did that turn you on so much?

Heat pulsed through your body. Hobi slid his fingers out, spanking your pussy before sliding you down onto your feet.

“I missed you” Hobi said weakly. Your eyes softened. You knew you were taking advantage of him. You knew your heart was really elsewhere, as much as you wished it wasn’t. 

“Kiss me” You didn’t want to think, you cupped his face bringing it to yours and pressing your lips against his. You poured yourself into the kiss, the roll of your hips matching the way your lips wrestled one another. 

Hobi deepened the kiss, pining your wrists above your head. He gasped as he pulled away, staring darkly into your eyes, “Do you want Daddy’s big cock?” You nodded, his lips barely inched from yours “Yeah? Want Daddy to fuck you good? Fill you up with his cum? Fuck his babies into you huh? You want that?”

He turned you around, hand gripping under your thigh to prop your leg up onto the sliding shower door handle. You winced at the stretch but Hobi didn’t react. You feel him slap his hot cockhead against your ass. Holding your hips steady, he slid his cock into you easily. Your slick inviting him in deep into your throbbing heat. You whimpered as his dick pushed through your walls, filling you to the brim. 

“Good girl” He growled, “Such a good warm little pussy for daddy, such a good fucking girl oh goddd” He slowly pulled out before thrusting back in. His pace was excruciatingly slow, but the burn of him pumping you in and out felt so good. 

“Fuck I’m close Daddy” You were practically drooling, lips parted in pure bliss as Hobi fucked you deeper and deeper, your head slamming against the glass. “Want you to fill me up daddy. Want your cum” You whined.

“You feel so fucking good baby. Go ahead and cum,” Hobi kissed you again “Cum for Daddy, come on” He quickened his pace as he felt your tight walls begin to twitch around his cock. He could hear your wetness as he pistons into you under your breathless screams. 

“I’m gonna cum Daddy..I..I..” Your eyes were clenched close as you let out a high pitched scream, your hot arousal dripping all over Hobi’s cock as your walls squeezed him tight. He bucked his hips as you came, groaning as he tried to fuck you through it. 

“Shit.” Hobi cursed under his breath as he felt himself come undone immediately after, his sticky cum shooting deep inside of you. “God that was so good” He sighed, landing a lazy kiss on your lips.

You sighed, savoring the small aftershocks of arousal that had you trembling in his embrace. Enjoying the final momentary pleasure before the wild night ahead of you.

-

Jimin stood outside the banquet hall and tightened his tie. There were only a few more minutes until his album officially came out. Fixing loose strands of his hair, he sighed. He wanted you by his side but you were no where to be seen. 

“Jiminnnn” The pitch of your voice gave you away easily. Jimin glowed in anticipation of you. His heart stopped as you arose from the hallway. You looked absolutely stunning in a classy sleeveless pantsuit. 

“Baby” You giggled. Jimin frowned slightly, noticing how you stumbled into his arms before giving you a peck on the lips. “Are you excitedddd?” You slurred your words. “Everyone’s gonna loveeeee your music”

He inhaled your scent, scrunching his nose as he recognized the stench of whiskey on your breath. “Baby. You’re drunk”

“Come onnnnn, everyone is waiting for you at the party” You tugged at his tie. Jimin sighed, he couldn’t help but surrender to your cuteness despite his gut telling him not to bring you there. 

“Jimin...this is my dream.” You giggled, almost losing your balance before Jimin caught you into his arms. “I’m Park Jimin’s girlfriendddd” Jimin dragged you outside slowly, sheepishly bowing to the other people who began giving the pair of you dirty looks. “Hey!” You yelled suddenly, “I’m Park Jimin’s girlfriend! I love him!”

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat. “You...what?” He began trembling, an overwhelming flush of emotions seizing him. “Really?”

You nodded, a big teethy smile on your face. Jimin blushed. “I...” She’s just drunk. He sighed. “Come on baby” He wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you down to the banquet hall. 

The venue was gorgeous. It had a red and black theme that matched Jimin’s album cover. Champagne was being served at every nook and corner. The room broke out into applause as Jimin walked in, you glued to his side.

Jimin’s eyes scanned the room looking for Yoongi. He was no where to be seen.

Jimin waved to his guests, thanking them for the cheer before he turned to you. He stroked your face, gazing into your glittering eyes with nothing but adoration. He felt his eyes tear up as the thought occured to him that maybe it really was you.

He had written so many baseless love songs, songs about yearning, song about searching for someone to make his life worth it again. Maybe it was you. Were you his happy ending?

His mind wandered to what could be. What might be if he marries you, you go on tour together, making love in every city over the world. You would be his biggest fan, his lifeline, and he would love you endlessly. He wanted that. So bad. Did you?

He twirled you around before dipping you down princess style and kissing you passionately. The room burst into cheers as you smiled into one another.

“Sir” One of the staff members tapped on Jimin’s shoulder urgently, “Sorry to interrupt, there’s something you should know” The staff member leaned in to whisper something into Jimin’s ear. You watched as his eyes went wide with shock. 

“I...I need to go. Excuse me” Jimin pardoned himself from the crowd, rushing out of the banquet hall. You followed him.

“Jimin! What is it? What happened?” You held onto his arm.

“He’s dead” Jimin muttered, “Fuck. SHIT. He’s dead” 

Your heart dropped. “Who...?”

“Taehyung. Taehyung is dead”

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a/n: i hope this makes up for how shitty part 6 was ahahaha. gosh i must have rewritten this like 4 times. but yeah drop those theories in my asks bbs <3 who killed tae? where’s yoongi? what’s jin up to? joon and kook will be back in action in part 8, next week dw ;) 

also that detail abt jin not listing you fucking taehyung when he’s spanking you is intentional

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death valley (m) | part 9

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, jimin x reader, jungkook x reader, seokjin x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 10.5k (you’ll speed through it i promise)

warnings: reader discretion advised. drug use, manipulation, rough sex, penetrative sex, oral sex, breast play, cum play, fingering, toxic behavior, reference to psychological disorders, slut-shaming, obsessive, possessive, yandere themes, lying, fighting, guns, shootings, character death, degradation, groping, praise, lots of love-making, lots of emotional confessions, angsty sex, heavy flirting, reference to past somno, dubcon/coersive sex, car chase, alcohol use, sex while intoxicated....i think that’s everything??? bathroom sex, police station sex, forced vouyerism, torture, a building gets set on fire (bultaoreune pt 2) lots of stabbing/knife use, jimin sings a song about you awh! and also namjoon is a whole SIMP

a/n: MY ENTIRE SOUL WENT INTO THIS and i probably cried at some point. please enjoy.

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The clicking of Jin’s pen between his fingers did nothing to ease your irritation as he paced around you slowly, settling then to place his palms on the table, leaning forward until he was a breath away from you. 

“What exactly were you doing...with me?” The sleazy grin on his face had you eager to punch his perfectly sharp jawline. 

“We were doing drugs at the hotel.” You stated simply, a bitter taste in your mouth. “Cocaine, molly, who knows what else, and we drank....we fucked” 

Jin smirked, glancing back at the mirror briefly. He sat himself down lightly on the table. Leaning back on his hands, the incessant clicking of his pen continuing to echo off of the plain walls.

“Right...we did, didn’t we. Can you describe it to me?” His flirtatious tone seemed blatantly inappropriate for the occasion, but that didn’t stop him from flashing you those hungry, lustful eyes. 

He walked his calloused fingers down the collar of your shirt, tapping against your chest softly. The brush of his skin against yours had you trembling. You felt the constrain of your blouse give way as he popped open each button with the swift move of his thumb.

“Stop playing games Jin. You’re the one who fucking wanted me to kill him” You whispered to him, eyeing the camera that filmed you from the corner. 

He grazed along the front clip of your bra, before snapping it open, your flesh spilling out. He sighed in approval, hands now pushing aside the fabric so he could tug at your nipples. You looked at the mirror, knowing full well that someone was behind it. 

“I know it wasn’t you, dumbass” His voice was eerily raspy, face now barely inches from yours as his palm covered your breast. His words searing against your neck, making your face flush with heat. Your breath hitched as he ran a stripe down your neck before settling to sink his teeth into your shoulder. “You wanna know what I think?” You gulped as he brushed his lips across the expanse of your sternum. “I think it was Yoongi” 

He backed away, only enough to fully enjoy the disturbed look in your eyes, the dilemma in your head obvious to him, the denial almost salivating. He knew you wouldn’t accept it but he simply loved watching you fall apart. There was an exhilarating rush he felt when getting inside your head, making you lose faith in someone you thought you loved, making you afraid, helpless, and confused. He couldn’t get enough.

“But I mean, you saw him that day right? It couldn’t have been him since he at the album release party...hm?” You were horrified, Jin’s cock painfully throbbed through his tight pants. Setting down his pen, his slender fingers wrapped around your throat, loving the way your eyes were filled with fear, lips parted as you choked for a breath. He released you, and you gasped loudly, panting as you collected yourself. 

“No...I didn’t see him there but...I was high so maybe” Jin grinned, he could feel your heart racing, the trepidation in your eyes making him want to flip you over and fuck you until you were screaming for him to stop. 

“Can you describe to me the last interaction you had with him?” He unbuttoned your pants and you watched him, mind numb and unable to process anything. You felt his hand slide beneath the waistline, fingers greedily searching as you spread your legs. His fingers found your clit, gliding across in small, painfully light circles. He was giving you nothing, but you had already surrendered to his touch.

“H..he was upset...” Heat pooled between your legs as you clenched your thighs, desperately trying to feel Jin’s fingers. You swallowed, basking in the sensation just briefly as you eyes fluttered shut. “He thought I had been with someone. But no--no way. I know how it sounds but it wasn’t Yoongi. There’s no way he would have known that I slept with Taehyung” 

“Oh. You slept with Taehyung? My goodness.” Jin shoved a finger into your cunt causing you to buckle forward, hands landing on his thighs. He chuckled at the breathless curses spilling from your chapped lips as he curled his finger inside of you. 

“Is he that possessive though? Do you think Yoongi would go to such lengths just because of jealousy? I mean, that seems pretty extreme.” Jin paused, pulling his finger out, ignoring your frustrated groan. He wiped his fingers against your cheek as if you were a rag. “Well I suppose this is the guy who branded you, locked you up in his apartment. And clearly he has a temper.”

“I’m a bit curious” You strained your neck to turn away as Jin’s tongue lapped at your cheeks, sloppily taking up the arousal spread across your face. “The night you were kidnapped, did you fuck Namjoon?”

You inhaled sharply, nodding. Jin finished licking up your cheeks before pressing his lips onto yours again. You could feel his grin on your lips as his hands cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to him so he could deepen the kiss.

You gasped as he parted, giving you a proud look that made you tempted to strangle him then and there, law be damned. “Before Jimin’s accident, didn’t you sleep with him too?” 

“Yes, how do you kno--” Jin placed a finger over your lips, making you scowl.

“Is it possible that Yoongi orchestrated all of this to punish and scare off your lovers? And that Yoongi could have found out about you sleeping with Taehyung and killed him?”

You went quiet, Jin’s grin widening as the light vanished from your eyes. His words sunk in as you began to recount all the events that had been happening over the past few weeks. 

“Yes but..no...no he” You sounded as though you were trying to convince yourself more than Jin. Tears streamed down your face “But Jungkook said...you...”

Jin pat your cheeks playfully, “Ah, right. The drug dealer who was high on heroin and claims I stabbed him.” He flicked your forehead, “Use that pretty head of yours hm? I was with you that night, wasn’t I? Driving you home. Your entire basis for thinking I’m a bad person is on the words of a seasoned liar”

“Jungkook wouldn’t...he...” 

“God Y/n!” Jin snapped, slamming his fist onto the table “Why do you keep defending Jungkook of all people? We’ve been over this, he’s lied to you so many fucking times. He lied about it being me who threatened him to have him move out. I didn’t even know you then. He lied to you about drugging Namjoon, and honestly who knows what else he’s lied about. He’s a greedy whore. Nothing more.”

You clenched your eyes shut, hoping that you could somehow awaken from the nightmare that the past two days had been and instead return to the hotel room with Yoongi, kissing him. The only thoughts on your mind being his consuming adoration for you, the fire that took over you whenever you touched him, and the exciting prospect of what a life with him would entail. Making love and music every night for the rest of eternity. 

“Can’t you see that they’re paying Jungkook to lie to you? You know for a fact that Yoongi is a gangster. You know for a fact that Hobi works for him. They’ve gone to great lengths to manipulate you against me. The only person who actually can keep you safe from Yoongi” His brown eyes were focused on you, all the flirting and teasing vanished, leaving nothing but a man of the law doing his duty. 

You nodded, words unable to form in your mouth that was instead filled with an overwhelming bitterness. Jin faced the mirror and gave a satisfied smile.

“That’s all my questions. I think we know who our killer is”

Jin glanced back at the mirror and gave a slight nod, to which the door opened, allowing an officer to drag in a defeated looking Yoongi in handcuffs, plopping him down into the chair across from you. His face was sullen, eyes red and tired, from drugs or tears, you weren’t quite sure. He wore a white hoodie, now stained with streaks of what you prayed was dirt and not blood. 

You internally pleaded for him to look you in the eyes, but he didn’t. His eyes remained steady on the ground, not reacting as Jin walked over to him, lightly smacking his head. “Enjoy the show Mr. Min Yoongi?”

Your heart dropped, had he seen all of that? Yoongi didn’t move, you could see his fists almost whiten with how tightly he was clenching them together through the tight cuffs on his wrist. Jin grabbed a fist full of his hair, yanking his head back to force him to meet his eyes.

“I asked you a question” He sneered, letting him go. Yoongi exhaled, his eyes finally landing on yours. The wind was knocked out of you, you couldn’t breathe. He looked so cold, so broken, making your heart crave for the smile and soft laughs the two of you shared.

He barely reacted to you, instead his attention returned to Jin, who slid his arms under your shoulders and pulled you up.

“I’ll make you talk” Jin’s hands yanked down your shorts, taking your panties down with it before landing a harsh blow to your ass. He pushed your head down onto the table so Yoongi could get a full view of your back. “Confess. Admit you did all of this, and I’ll stop”

Yoongi remained silent, nails digging into his palm as he watched Jin bend down to trail kisses across your lower back. You didn’t dare look up, tears welling in your eyes as you felt Jin’s mouth lower until he was on his knees behind you, making it a point to smack his lips as he kissed your pussy lips. “You smell divine” He commented, hand cupping your heat, rolling his palm to give you some friction to which your hips involuntarily rolled, hoping for more.

“Look at him” Jin’s demanding voice vibrated through your core before he smacked your cunt harshly, making you wince out in pain. “Look into his eyes. I want him to see how good I fuck you”

Slowly you lifted your chin to see Yoongi staring at you. He averted his gaze momentarily, a soft blush appearing on his cheeks before he looked at you again. Your eyes widened as Jin began to glide the tip of his tongue along your wet folds, occasionally clicking his tongue just so he could emphasize the sound of your squelching wetness. Your pussy gushed, Yoongi’s eyes making you clench down as Jin went at you like a kitten, teasing you, making your thighs tremble in desperation. 

“So wet, look at that” Jin ran his finger through you, gathering up a good amount of your arousal before standing up and walking over to Yoongi’s side. He knelt over Yoongi’s shoulders and shoved his finger into your mouth, causing you to gag as he stuffed you full. “Good girl” He tugged at your lip, pushing past Yoongi to plant his lips onto yours, his tongue wrapping around yours sloppily as he kissed you. You groaned in complaint, but it came out sounding nothing like you meant it to, only encouraging Jin to kiss you longer. He parted from you, panting softly before licking his lips. “Taste so good. Doesn’t she Yoongi? Doesn’t she taste amazing?” 

He chuckled, turning behind you as he unbuckled his belt. Moving your hair aside, he slide the belt around your neck, fastening it tightly enough to have you gasping for air. “This is what you’re into isn’t it Yoongi? Treating this goddess like some filthy dog.” He tugged the belt, causing you to yelp out. Jin cooed at you, bending over your body to kiss you softly on the cheek as he gave Yoongi a sinister smirk.

“I don’t know how you could do it, Yoongi. I’d never lay a hand on such a pretty little thing like her” He whispered, nipping away at the tears that were streaming down your face like an open flood, “Then again, you are crazy so” His hands slid under you, grappling with your still exposed breasts. You could feel his bulge pressing into your tender flesh from behind. 

“Tell me baby, do you feel good?” Jin pinched your nipples, making you whine, body writhing under his weight. He stroked your hair, biting onto the edges of your face as he continued caressing you. 

“Y..yes” You looked down, not wanting to see the look in Yoongi’s eyes as you surrendered to the pleasure of Jin’s touch. Your heart was racing, cunt dripping onto the floor as Jin trailed kisses down your spine. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you up and down on his straining erection, eyes glued to Yoongi.

“You can talk you know” Jin commented, in zipping himself so his cock popped out. “You can stop me anytime you’d like, although” He slapped his cock against your fidgeting folds, “Seeing how fucking wet she is, I don’t know that Y/n would want that, would you baby?”

“Stop” Yoongi’s voice was hoarse, his expression unwavering. You purse your lips as Jin began laughing hysterically, continuing to tease his cockhead over your gaping hole. “Y/n. I didn’t do this, he’s lying” 

“I don’t know” You muttered, “I don’t know if I believe you anymore Yoongi, ohhh fuck--” You moaned as Jin filled you up in one thrust. Your lips were parted, eyes rolling back as the feeling of his thick, long cock filled you with a desperate ease. Your walls clamped down, heat melting around him as he began to pull out, the drag hitting you in all the right places. He was going slow--too slow. 

“You whore! I didn’t even know you slept with all these fuckers otherwise trust me they would be DEAD. You hear that princess? Dead.” Yoongi screamed suddenly, his voice booming through the closed walls. He lunged forward, pushing desperately against the handcuffs. Jin chuckled, slowing his thrusts so he could enjoy the blatant entertainment right in front of his eyes. He pulled you flush against his chest, kissing your neck as he shamelessly played with your tits. Yoongi looked like he would throw up.

“You’re insane” Your voice was shaky as Jin continued to pound into you with every word. His large hands radiated with heat over your heaving chest “Y..you branded me...you remembered me this whole time, you kidnapped me...you stalked me--you had Taehyung stalking me...and then you found out we slept together and k...” A loud sob left your lips, “You killed him”

Your heart clenched, as you noticed Yoongi sniffling, finally breaking his resolve as a single tear streamed down from his red eyes. 

“Y/n please” Yoongi stood up. “I did everything for you. All of this was for you, don’t you get that? The label, the gang, the money, all of this. My whole life has been so I can be someone you can love so...you can’t give up on me Y/n.”

“Wow” Jin interrupted, releasing you so he could clap his hands. You groaned in frustration as cold air hit your tender nipples. “If this is you trying to convince her you aren’t insane, you’re doing a great job”

“Fuck you” Yoongi spat, kicking his chair back to run at him. Jin rolled his eyes and pulled his gun from his back pocket, aiming it straight at him. “Y/n tell him to stop” Yoongi growled, slamming his tied fists on the table, “I love you I love you so much why can’t you just see that!? I know...it’s not normal Y/n, I know I can get...angry...okay but I love you. Isn’t that enough? Can’t you just believe me? I swear love, I swear on my love for you I didn’t kill Taehyung, or do any of this other stuff okay.

Your heart dropped as you heard the resounding click of the gun’s safety.

“That’s enough” You felt Jin’s hold loosen at the booming sound of Namjoon’s voice. He barged inside and shoved Jin aside with all his strength, punching him in the face. He pinned him against the wall, knee kicking straight into his groin. Jin yelped out, falling to the ground. Namjoon pried the gun from his hands and pressed it up against his skull. 

Jin tilted his head back, cheek bruised and bleeding as a smirk grew on his lips. “Someone’s really itching for a rematch huh” Jin scoffed. Namjoon lunged towards him again but you held him back.

“Don’t...” You pleaded, hugging him from behind. The room fell quiet, filled only with the sound of your pounding heart resonating through your entire being and Namjoon’s panting, eyes filled with rage and disgust.

His hand slid over yours on his stomach as he took deep breaths, calming himself down. He turned, encircling you in his arms.

“Are you okay? Shit” He pulled the belt off from around your neck, gathering your tossed clothes from the ground and handing them to you. He glanced at Yoongi who gave him a thankful nod.

“Is it true?” Namjoon’s voice was deep as he faced Yoongi, your arms still latched onto him as you got dressed. He stroked your neck protectively as Yoongi sighed in annoyance.

“No, idiot. Now get me out of these cuffs”

Namjoon shook his head, “No...you told me you were going to kill Taehyung that day. Is this why? Was Jin right? Have you been stalking her?”

Yoongi blinked in shock, scowling, “Namjoon you can fucking say goodbye to that record deal unless you fucking get me out of here and get your hand off of her” 

Namjoon glanced at you briefly before pursing his lips, “You’re sick” He spat, taking your hand in his, “Come on, let’s go” Yoongi screamed, kicking the table over before falling to his knees.

You left him there, blinking back tears. You heard loud sobs get quiet as Namjoon closed the door behind you, leading you out of the precinct. 

It was pouring rain as Namjoon led you back to his car, a familiar black Cadillac you had grown to loathe, just like Death Valley, just like everything. Namjoon’s hand remained steady on yours as he waited for you to calm down. You buried your face into your knees, body trembling as he squeezed your hand.

Namjoon tilted his head, thinking for a moment before turning on the aux. He pulled up Jimin’s album, starting with the song that you had helped write. He was sure you hadn’t even heard it yet. Your sniffling came to a slow stop as you registered the music that was playing, cries turning into slight giggles. You looked at him with gratitude.

“Wow.” You laughed, wiping the tears from your face, “We really did that” Namjoon smiled at you warmly, his dimple peeking through his chiseled cheeks. 

“We should go to Jimin’s live show tonight. You deserve to celebrate after all this shit that’s been going on. You down?”

You looked at Namjoon’s adorable eager eyes and nodded. “Yeah. Sounds fun”

F L A S H B A C K--

Taehyung rolled his eyes, glancing back to ensure that you and Namjoon had left. He scrolled through his phone, fastforwarding through the footage of Yoongi berating you, tying you up, and leaving you be. He chuckled as you fucked Hobi, ignoring the shock of arousal he felt at your filthy words as you let Hobi pound into you. 

“You’re really something” Taehyung mumbled with a grin. He had known Yoongi long enough to understand the way he thinks, and knew the second that Yoongi had began yelling at you that he suspected you had been hooking up with others. Taehyung had tried to protect you, he knew Yoongi would be ruthless if he found out about your sexual escapades. For this reason he was less than surprised when Yoongi called him, barking away at the top of his lungs. "Where are you, I told you to meet me?” Yoongi growled through the phone. “Where’s Y/n? She’s not at the suite. Did you take her? You fucking asshole I will fucking burn your house down”

“Yoongi. Chill. Hobi went to look for you and found her there. He broke her out and now she’s headed towards the party. Listen,” Taehyung paused, racking his mind, “There’s something I need to tell you”

“Yeah that you’re fucking in love with Y/n and have been lying to me all these years, I know”

Taehyung burst out laughing, “God, no. She’s all yours hotshot. You need to chill Yoongi, seriously. Remember that officer guy, Jin? He tried to get Y/n to fucking kill me because she thought I was gonna kill you” Taehyung chuckled. He could imagine that Yoongi was probably completely flustered by now. “She fully took that gun you gave her and tried to kill me. Thank God you took out the bullets”

“She really did that for me?” Taehyung wanted to roll his eyes at the sound of Yoongi’s excited voice. He was like a school boy who got a second glance from his first crush, Taehyung found it pathetic.

“Great. She loves you, congrats. I’m gonna disappear and keep an eye on what this Jin guy does. Apparently he’s the one who stabbed Jungkook, kidnapped Y/n and Namjoon, and got Hobi to hit Jimin with a car”

“He what? He kidnapped Y/n? Tell me where he is I’ll fucking kill him. W...why did you not tell me any of this?”

“Taehyung? Hello?”

The call ended abruptly. Taehyung’s phone clattered onto the floor, his body following behind shortly.

P R E S E N T  D A Y--

Jimin arrived at the precinct, ignoring the persistent shutters of cameras and incessant cries of paparazzi. Jimin! Your album sales are predicted to be through the roof? Do you have something you’d like to say to your fans! Jimin! Is it true that a close friend of yours was murdered on the night of your album release! Jimin! Can you tell us more about the intern at your label who you’re sleeping with?

Jimin growled, turning to the mob that followed him “I am not just sleeping with her, she’s my girlfriend. Show a little fucking respect” He took a deep breath before heading inside.

Jin sat behind the counter, a bandage on his face, grinning as he saw Jimin approach him. “Well if isn’t the killer himself”

Jimin sighed, recalling Hobi approaching him. ‘I found something that belongs to you.’  He waved his black card in his face. Jimin reached for it, but Hobi slid it back into his pocket. ‘I don’t think so. I’m gonna get every cent in this account and in exchange I’m gonna give you the name you’ve been dying to know this whole time.’ 

Jimin never checked his own accounts, he found that stuff far too boring. Taehyung would tell him if he had money or not and then he would spend it as he pleased. But after Hobi had his hands on it, he couldn’t help but see for himself, and was not surprised to see that someone had been transferring money out of his account. 

The only person who had access to the account besides him was you and Taehyung. He knew you wouldn’t steal from him, not when he would give you anything if you asked. Under the alias of V Kim, it wasn’t hard for him to put the pieces together. Taehyung had been stealing from him, for Yoongi. 

“Is it done?”

Jin nodded, “Yup, she bought it. Namjoon was kind enough to let us know that Yoongi had told him he planned on killing Taehyung anyways. Puppy kicked me in the balls so Yoongi got away though”

“We need to find him then. He needs to go to jail for this to work”

“I have a plan, okay just trust me. We know how he thinks, we just need to invade his territory and he’ll come barking like the bitch he is”

-

After a quick lunch, Namjoon suggested heading back to his place to hang out before the concert. You complained, realizing that Yoongi had all of your things. You tugged at Namjoon’s sleeve, begging him to take you shopping to which he reluctantly agreed, mumbling bitterly that he hated shopping and would rather be at the gym.

He couldn’t stay annoyed for long, especially as your bright smile returned to your face, trying on various outfits. You were excited to see Jimin again, and you wanted to look good. 

“Do you think he would like this?” You twirled around in a tight dress with puffy sleeves. Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“I think he would prefer to see you naked but sure” You blushed, pushing him playfully. “Damn you really are living the ultimate groupie fantasy huh”

“Fantasy my ass” You sighed heavily, looking through the pile of garments you had brought to the dressing room with you.

“Are you in love with him?” Namjoon asked, a genuine curiosity in his eyes through the reflection of the mirror. You trailed your hands down the smooth fabric that hugged your waist.

“Not yet” Your response was simple, but Namjoon nodded. “I think I’m gonna get this, let me go pay” Namjoon shook his head.

“No way, I got it”

“But you need money for--”

“I said I got it. Pay me back with your boyfriend’s money” He winked at you. 

-

You hadn’t realized just how much you missed the pounding vibrations of live drum beats as you followed Namjoon into the venue. Your eyes fluttered shut, basking in the sound of the music, the chatter of the crowd around you giving you a sense of serenity that you craved. 

Namjoon glanced at you, biting back a smile as you swayed your hips. To him you looked absolutely stunning, the way that the colored lights reflected off of your perfect skin. There was glitter on your eyes, and gloss on your pretty lips. He swallowed, turning away. 

He took your hand, dragging you through the dense crowd, occasionally glancing back to ensure that you were still there. Reaching the stage, Namjoon flashed his employee card at the security guards and pulled you into the door. It was far quieter here, but the loud ambiance still leaked through the walls. 

“Y/n?” Jimin was seated getting his makeup done, his eyes wide with surprise. He excused himself from the staff and headed towards you. He smiled superficially at Namjoon before wrapping his arms around you. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see my man perform” You giggled, planting a quick kiss on his lips. Namjoon gnawed on his lip before deciding to leave the two of you alone.

“Your man?” Jimin raised his eyebrows, “I like the sound of that” He pressed his caked forehead against yours. He held your face delicately, before capturing your lips again. He lifted you up into his arms, hands holding the back of your head as you latched onto his shoulders. 

His lips were hot against you, kissing you like he had been waiting all his life for this, like you were the breath of air he needed to survive. Your lashes brushed against him as you let your eyes flutter shut, losing yourself entirely in the unsolicited affection he poured into you with every move of his tender lips.

Your kiss was broken only by the familiar clicking sounds, and you felt Jimin roll his eyes as you realized that a few paparazzi had shown up. “Sorry about them” He sighed, making you giggle as you slid your hands into his. “I’ve got about” He glanced around until his eyes zeroed in a clock, “15 minutes. Bathroom?” He flashed you a naughty grin.

The next thing you knew you were being tossed against the bathroom wall as Jimin pushed his throbbing length into you, not even bothering to discard his pants. You arms lay limp over his shoulders as his palms pressed down on your hips, allowing him to drag you forward with each thrust, pushing deeper and deeper into your juicy little cunt until he his balls slapped against your ass.

“Faster Jimin, baby come on please” Your lips fell apart in gasps as he rolled his hips into you again and again. His hands trailed up your torso, grabbing your breasts before they circled around your neck. You kissed him furiously, palms on his chest. 

Jimin groaned, his face suffocating against the soft bounce of your plump breasts as you fucked yourself onto him. His hands returned to your chest, tugging at your nipples lightly before gripping your waist.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing flush against him, your fingers intertwining with his as he pushed your arms above your head. You attempted to kiss him, your movements caused you to bump against each other's teeth, to which you both smiled, before Jimin decisively flipped you over onto your stomach. 

He left a soft slap on your ass, kissing the small of your back before trailing his lips up your spine as he began to piston into you again. The wet sounds bounced off the walls as he pulled your hair up, bringing you back into his chest. He nipped at your neck, growling as pleasure consumed him with each thrust. 

He could never get tired of fucking you, your pussy took him so well, but more than that it was the look in your eyes as he whispered “I love you baby” and to which you responded. 

“I...love you too Jimin.” He came, screaming out as his cock twitched deep inside you. 

Jimin pulled you into his arms “Ugh babygirl, you’re so fucking hot. You know that baby? I always thought you were just the prettiest girl in the world” He nuzzled into your chest as you stroked his hair, loving the way his chains pressed cooly into your skin. 

“I always thought you were hot too” You giggled. “But you knew that you cocky fuck”

“Mmm yeah” Jimin gave you a goofy smile, kissing the bottom of your chin, “I know. You were at every damn show back then. Little nymph” He muffled into you again, the ticklish sensation of his hair on your neck making you giggle. 

“You saw me?” Your heart skipped a beat, thinking of all the desperate times you had convinced yourself you had looked into his eyes.

“Of course I saw you babygirl,” His breath fanned over you, making you blush, “How could I not notice such a gorgeous girl like you, pining for me constantly. I wasn’t allowed to talk to fans, otherwise I would have plugged this pretty cunt up years ago”

You sighed, “You better get going, your make-up artists are gonna kill you” Jimin chuckled, kissing your nose one last time.

“Come out with me tonight. After the show. Let’s have some fun. I wanna take you to Death Valley”

“But Jimin you can’t--”

“Yoongi can’t hurt me anymore baby, he’s gone”

-

Jungkook was a lot of things, but dumb was not one of them. He was more than happy to play along with Jin’s game if it meant another couple thousand in his bank account, but Jin had given him everything he needed to figure everything out.

Jungkook was easily able to find out where the police officer lived using his hacking skills, arriving at the ordinary looking apartment when he knew that Jin was out. Using a hairpin, he unlocked the door, creeping inside.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he found there. Jungkook’s eyes were wide with disgust as he saw pictures of you sprawled out everywhere along with a messy litter of used tissues, which Jungkook could easily assume the purpose of. He scrunched his nose, carefully stepping through the mess. 

In his room, he found half snorted lines of cocaine across the window sill, bottles of vodka empty on the floor. The thing that interested him most was the bulletin board above his desk, which had a picture of Yoongi with a knife stabbed through. Jungkook carefully sifted through the files on his desk, finding documents on Jimin, Hobi, himself, Namjoon, and Taehyung. He had written notes using a thick black market, and Jungkook scowled as he saw in large letters the word Rat scrawled across a picture of his face. There was a journal sitting idly by, and Jungkook flipped through it. 

He read with interest, trying his best to decipher Jin’s sporadic handwriting. The book fell from his hands as he arrived at the most recent page.

“Oh man holy shit”

-

You found Namjoon mingling in the front pit of the audience. You gave him an impressed wink as a girl slid her number into his back pocket. 

“Damn Joon looks like you’re getting some action tonight” You chuckled, arriving at his side. It didn’t take you long to notice the slur in his voice when he responded.

“Yeah right” The lights dimmed, goosebumps spreading on you as you heard the crowd begin to scream as a spotlight shone down on Jimin. He looked absolutely breathtaking, reminding you of all the concerts you would go to, every single time his opening set would come you would already be screaming at the top of your lungs. 

This time you smiled, his eyes finding you immediately as you blew him a kiss. The music started, band slowly building up before the first words left Jimin’s mouth.

It was the song you had helped write. A song about a girl who steals your jacket like she steals your heart. His voice was flawless, the pressure of live performance not causing him to waver as he sang straight to you. He let his blazer slide off his shoulders as the song began to end, crouching down at the front of the stage and handing it to you. He winked, and you went red.

The crowd erupted in a frenzy as he returned to the stage taking the mic in his hands. “That was a song about a girl I’ve been in love with for a long time. She makes me a better man. Her name is Y/n” Jimin sighed longingly, “I love you baby girl”

Namjoon nudged you, grinning widely. You covered your face in embarrassment, heat burning across your cheeks. Jimin proceeded to the next song, a more upbeat track that had the audience dancing along. 

Namjoon was surprised when you had told him to take you to Death Valley after the concert. Two drinks down, you were clearly enjoying yourself as you danced away in the middle of the bar. Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat as you dragged him out to the floor with you, placing your hands on his chest as you batted your lashes at him.

“Joonie, remember the last time we were here?” Namjoon chuckled, yeah I got fucking beat up. He excused himself to go do a line of coke at the bar.

As he poured the powder onto the countertop he felt someone tapping on his back urgently. “Namjoon” He turned to the familiar voice to see Jungkook looking absolutely panicked.

“Oh hey. You want?” Namjoon gestured towards the line. Jungkook shook his head frantically. “What’s wrong why are you so...jumpy? Did you do heorin again?”

“Where’s Y/n?”

Namjoon made a face, glancing back into the crowd where you continued to dance along innocently, a drunken glide to your steps. “She’s right there, why?”

“Okay. Listen to me, you need to get her out of here before--”

The sound of gunshots echoed through the room. Everyone began screaming, moving rapidly towards the exits. It was all too familiar as Namjoon scanned the crowd and you were nowhere to be seen.

“Jimin. It’s Jimin” Jungkook panted, “Jimin killed Taehyung.”

Namjoon lips fell apart, “What? Why the fuck…” Jungkook shook his head, pushing against the current of the crowd and looking around desperately. “Jungkook what’s going on?”

Jungkook pulled out his own gun, shooting it towards the back. Namjoon squinted to see Jin with a knife at your neck.

“God I really wish I just killed that motherfucker” Namjoon grunted. Jin began to chuckle as he pressed the knife into your throat. The fear in your eyes had Namjoon’s blood boiling. He wanted to tear Jin apart limb by limb. 

“Jimin!” Jin called out, his maniacal voice echoing through the now empty bar. “Come get your girl” He slit the knife deeper into your flesh. A drop of blood trailed down your skin, and Jungkook had to hold Namjoon back before he lunged at him.

“Don’t.” Jungkook snapped, “ 

“That’s enough Jin” Jimin approached them, taking your hand. “The fuck are you doing?”

Jin laughed, taking his knife and pushing it into Jimin’s side. Jimin fell to the ground.

Namjoon glanced at you as horror took over your face. 

“Namjoon you need to get Y/n and run” Jungkook muttered. “I’m gonna shoot, take her and run”

Namjoon gaped, reading the scene in front of him quickly. As soon as he heard Jungkook’s bullets he dashed to your side, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the back entrance.

Everything flashed past like a whirlwind as Namjoon pulled you into the familiar lab that Jungkook had shown you. You could hear Jin’s laughter echoing off the walls. Namjoon looked at you, attempting to give you a comforting smile. “It’s gonna be okay. We’ll get you out of here”

You nodded, holding your breath as the two of your heard footsteps approaching. “Do you have a gun?” You whispered.

Namjoon shook his head, “No. But I can kick his ass without one I promise” More gunshots were heard.

“There you are!'' Jin walked in, taking a moment to inhale the sweet scent of marijuana. His footsteps echoed off of the pale tiles, looking golden under the broken lighting “Namjoon, just hand her over to me. I don’t want to hurt you again”

“The hell is wrong with you?” Namjoon growled, shielding you with his own body. Jin let his fingers glide over the small green leafy plants that were arrayed across the lab. 

“You should have learned your lesson Namjoon. You saw what I did to you after you made her suck your tiny cock before the match” Jin smirked, holding up his gun. “Don’t make me kill you”

“Fuck off” Another gunshot was heard as Jin fell to the ground, Jungkook standing behind him, breathing heavily. He fell to his knees, and Namjoon could see blood spilling across his chest. “Go. Run. I’ll find you” He waved at the two of you frantically.

Jin groaned, rolling over with whatever strength he could conjure. He pulled a lighter from his jeans, flicking the flame on next to one of the plants and watching as it erupted in flames. 

“All of you can fucking go to hell. If I can't have her, no one can” Jin’s body went limp, the lighter remaining on, causing the floor to catch on fire through remnants of spilled chemicals. Jungkook slid onto his knees, clutching his chest.

“No. Fuck, we can’t leave him here” You screamed, running to catch Jungkook. You turned back, looking to Namjoon with desperate eyes “Joon help me, we need to get him out of here” The fire began to spread across the entire room, small explosions causing pressured canisters of chemicals to burst out in hot sparks.

Together the two of you lifted Jungkook, carrying him out and down the stairs until you made your way to the back parking lot.

“Stay here, I’ll get the car” Namjoon ordered, running with everything he had to find the vehicle. You held Jungkook close. His eyes barely open, blood staining his dark clothes.

“Jungkook, fuck, please be okay”

“Listen to me. Jimin is dangerous, okay. I know it doesn’t look like it but Jin didn’t kill Taehyung. Jimin did. He knows everything. He knows about Taehyung, Yoongi, you, all of it. He’s a greedy motherfucker just like the rest of us.”

“Shut up street rat” The two of you turned to see Jimin standing, looking quite roughed up himself. “Y/n get away from him, come here, he’s lying”

Jungkook tugged at you, “I’m not. I’m not lying” He blinked those adorable brown eyes at you. 

“He’s a fucking liar, it’s what he does best” Jimin aimed his gun at Jungkook, clicking back the safety. Your heart raced as time seemed to slow down. You did the only thing you could think of. You grabbed Jungkook’s gun and you shot at Jimin.

The bullet missed, but Jimin was too shocked by your actions to move. Namjoon pulled up in his car, helping you get Jungkook inside. 

Jimin took his phone out, “Hobi, follow them!” He growled as Namjoon stepped on the gas, and the three of you rushed off. 

You glanced in the rearview to see Hobi’s car tailing you. “Shit what do we do?” You asked Namjoon. Namjoon’s eyes flickered to the mirror briefly as he tried to think. He turned the wheel suddenly, tires screeching as the car whirled around, pushing you to the side of the door. 

You were off road now, but Hobi hadn’t followed you. You grabbed Namjoon’s bicep, breathing heavily. 

“We need to go to a hospital” You managed to get out. Namjoon nodded.

“No. Fuck, fuck no we need to run. Jimin is gonna kill us. I’ll be fine, I don’t think he stabbed anything important.” You scoffed bitterly.

“Jungkook you’re bleeding everywhere!” You reached for his hand, gripping it tightly before bringing it to your lips. Jungkook gave you a lazy smile.

“I said I won’t let them hurt you didn’t I?”

“Okay you guys can fuck later, where should I go?” Namjoon rolled his eyes.

You scrambled for your phone, “There’s a motel off the highway a few minutes ahead, just keep driving straight”

Namjoon pressed down his foot, the car rumbling over the grassy ground beneath it before they finally got back on the road. Looking behind, he sighed in relief as he found that they had lost Hobi’s tail. 

-

Jungkook’s eyes opened to the sound of shuffling. He blinked before realizing it was you tending to his wounds. 

“Oh good you’re up” You smiled, kissing him on the cheek, “How are you feeling?”

Jungkook strained to sit up. “I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt”

“Yeah because we fucking gave you opioids” Namjoon chuckled. The room was small, there were two twin beds, a chair, and the door to a bathroom next to a tiny window that allowed the early morning sun to bleed through. “You need to tell us what the fuck is going on Jungkook”

He sighed, “Jin’s...insane. I don’t even get it to be honest, I broke into his place and he had pictures of Y/n everywhere, and it looked like he wanted to kill Yoongi. I read his diary, and I was right, he was behind all of this fucking shit. Every time someone hooked up with Y/n and he found out about it he messed with them. He’s sick. The only person he didn’t hurt was Taehyung, I’m guessing you didn’t fuck him. Understandable” Jungkook chuckled to which you have a guilty glance to Namjoon, “Now Taehyung was trying to pull a coup on Jimin and Yoongi but Jimin apparently found out about it. So he killed him. Plain and simple.”

“So then why the fuck was Jin spazzing out at Death Valley? And why did Jimin even want to go to Death Valley?”

“I think they’re trying to find Yoongi. Jin really wants him dead. Jimin probably wanted to be there to piss him off if he was watching”

“But Jin has Yoongi in custody” You argued. 

Namjoon pursed his lips, “Maybe not. Yoongi could have escaped after I kicked Jin.”

The three of you fell silent.

“We need to find Yoongi” Jungkook concluded, “If we want our asses safe we need to find him and make sure Jimin doesn’t try to kill us. Maybe Y/n should go back to Jimin. She can use him and help figure that out”

Namjoon shook his head, “Absolutely not. He’s dangerous, I don’t want her anywhere near this.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, “Think about it Joon. She can go be the pretty little girlfriend, Yoongi will get fucking pissed and show up. He can take care of this for us”

“He’s right Namjoon” You pitched in. “I can do this. Let’s put an end to all this. Yoongi can come back, you can get your record deal, Jimin will go to jail, it’ll be fine”

Namjoon exchanged glanced between both you and Jungkook before letting out a frustrated huff “Fine. But I’m coming with you. Jimin has another performance tonight. Go with him there, they’ll be a ton of fucking paparazzi and maybe Yoongi will show up” He clenched his fist, “I need to go blow off some steam, I’m heading to the gym. They won’t find me there, I’ll be back soon”

You nodded, watching as Namjoon took off. Jungkook reached for his jacket, fiddling through his deep pockets before pulling out a couple pills.

“Oh I don’t think so, you’re already on some intense stuff Kook” You said, snatching the bag from his hands. Jungkook pouted at you, and you couldn’t help but fawn at his cute face.

“You can try them at least” You rolled your eyes, taking one of the bright orange pills in your palm and popping it into your mouth. Jungkook grinned.

“You looked really hot by the way. Last night.” Jungkook’s voice lowered slightly, “If I didn’t think you were about to die I would have definitely fucked you then and there”

“Yeah?” You chuckled, carefully leaning over him to kiss his lips, lingering slightly. “My hero” You giggled, running your tongue over his lips.

“Shit you’re gonna make me hard and I can’t fucking move” Jungkook chuckled, pushing you away. Your hands slid beneath his shirt, fingers dancing across his chest as you looked at him with lustful eyes. He gulped.

“You don’t have to move. I can take care of you” You pushed the fabric of his shirt up to kiss his belly. “That is...if you want”

Jungkook took a deep breath, pulling your face up to his, his large hands wrapped around your jaw. “You just cant get enough of my big dick can you baby?” He chuckled, “That’s what I get for saving your ass?”

“Oh please, you only saved my ass so you could keep tapping it” You nibbled his ear, letting your teeth graze across his lobes until he was squirming beneath you. “Can't get enough of my tight” You smacked your lips, “Wet, cunt. Can you hm?”

“Suck my cock right now” Jungkook growled, grabbing your hair and pushing you towards his twitching bulge. Your fingers were quick to trace the hem of his pants, sliding them down while Jungkook tilted his head back, groaning at the top of his lungs. You spit down on his cock, thumb rubbing your saliva all over his mushroom tip, feeling the way his length throbbed against your palm. 

You stroked him languidly, enjoying the slick sounds as his pretty cock flushed with heat. His eyes were shaking with pleasure, fingers treading through your hair as you began to tease his tip with your tongue. You lapped at it like a kitten, mewling before planting your lips against it, giving it a chaste kiss. 

“Stop fucking teasing me. I’m so hard baby fuckkk” Jungkook voice rumbled, and you were more than happy to oblige him, letting your tongue wrap around his long cock, opening your lips wide so you could sink down on him, hollowing your cheeks against his thickness as he pushed up into your throat. 

“Ohhh fuck baby” He pushed you down, cockhead down your throat as you pumped your hands across his pulsing dick. His nails dug into your skull as he thrusted into you, “Fuck fuck you feel so good babygirl. Yes yes just like that” 

You gagged, loving his sour taste as you bobbed your head up and down on his length. Jungkook whined out, bucking his hips repeatedly, eager to cum quickly. 

“Oh my god baby mm gonna cum. Mm gonna cum all over your pretty face, you want that?” He cried out, clenching his fists in your hair as you continued to pleasure him. 

You let him go with a pop, your hands replacing you and furiously stroking his length as you slapped his tip against your face. He stared at you, breathless as cum spurted out, landing all over your eyes and lips. You rubbed your face against his cock as much as you could before he gave you every last drop of his seed. Jungkook let out a heavy sigh, looking at your cummed out face.

“Gross” The two of you turned to see Namjoon rolling his eyes, “I forgot my keys, God”

Jungkook blushed, pulling your face into his chest so you could wipe off against his shirt. Namjoon left for real this time and Jungkook grabbed your phone and handed it to you. 

“Call him. Tell him where you are, do it now, if Namjoon goes with you he’s just gonna be in danger”

You knew he was right, taking your phone from his hands you dialed Jimin’s number, pressing the device to your ear as you waited patiently. “Baby” Your eyes locked onto Jungkook as he gave you a reassuring nod, “I’m so scared, you need to come get me”

“Where are you?” Jimin hissed, “I’m coming right now, don’t worry just tell me where you are. And stay the hell away from Jungkook”

“I’m at a motel, on 22nd and 3rd street.” Jimin assured you that he was on his way and to stay exactly where you were. 

Jimin picked you up in his convertible, a truck of cameras following him around like sheep. You hopped into this car where he littered your face in kisses before berating you.

“You tried to shoot me!” He growled, hands gripping the wheel as he headed back to his apartment “Y/n you cannot trust people like Jungkook okay. He’s a drug dealer, he’s utter scum. Lying, two-timing, hustling, it’s all he knows”

You knew he was wrong but you simply nodded, “Yeah. I realized that later. I’m so sorry”

Jimin pulled into the parking lot slowly, “I have another concert tonight. Do you want to come with me?”

You nodded quietly. Jimin smiled, kissing your forehead before the two of you got out of the car. “Good. Dress pretty, there’s going to be cameras” He winked at you, chuckling as you rolled your eyes. “Park Jimin’s girlfriend ooooh” He tickled your sides before lifting you up and twirling you around. You giggled, noticing the happy twinkle in his eyes. 

A nasty feeling entered your stomach as the boy led your upstairs to his place. You had all your eggs in one basket now, and you prayed it was the right one. 

-

Yoongi sat, staring into a glass of what looked like whiskey, rolling the liquid lightly in his hands. His heart twisted with an aching reminder of the way you had looked at him the previous days, eyes full of terror and disgust. 

The image of Jin fucking you was seared into his brain, much like the reminder of your name inked into his back. He couldn’t shake you even if he wanted to. You hurt him. And he couldn’t deal with it.

He thought back to his phone call with Taehyung, which ended moments before Jin barged into his room with a loaded gun, tying him up and dragging him out. He cringed internally, unable to accept how easily he had let everything fall apart like this. 

It was Taehyung’s fault. If Taehyung had just been honest with him and done what he was told, Yoongi could have cleanly murdered all of these people and you wouldn’t even question it. It’s his fault he was dead, he did this to himself.

What Yoongi couldn’t understand was who killed Taehyung, if Jin had been with him. There was something else going on here that he didn’t understand. Jimin wouldn’t kill Taehyung, he didn’t know that they were associated. Hobi and Namjoon barely even knew who Taehyung was. It didn’t make sense. 

Was it that drug dealer? Yoongi swirled his glass again, realizing now that it was in fact empty. He motioned for the bartender, who slid him another drink. He leaned back, letting his eyes fall shut, recalling the look of your beautiful smile. He wanted to run away with you. He wanted to shower you with adoration and gifts.

He was willing to give you the world, but you just wouldn’t take it. Yoongi knew deep down it must be karma. He knew what he did to you all those years ago. It ate him alive every day. He recalled with bitterness when Jimin had found him pounding into your unconscious body. It was the reason their friendship was so strange and complex. Yoongi wanted so badly to be better than Jimin, but Jimin had his own motivations.

Your face had been everywhere. All of his work notifications had been about new spotting of you and Jimin. You and Jimin. You and Jimin. He never expected Jimin to actually go for a girl like you. He gambled on it, a realization that he wished he had years ago, that you were not one to play with. He couldn’t take any risks. He had to have you.

The rockstar had been sheltered like a rare treasure, one that could combust if exposed to pur daylight. Jimin clung to Yoongi like he was a saving grace, falling hard for any lies that came from him. It was too easy to get Jimin into drugs, encouraging him to slip past his heavy security to meet Yoongi in dark alleys to share a smoke. 

In a way, Yoongi wondered if he had grown fond of the bastard. The Jimin he knew and the Jimin you were obsessed with were two very different people. His Jimin was a bratty, impulsive crybaby. When Yoongi would lose his shit, Jimin would be the calm in the eye of the storm. He would write Jimin’s songs about you, the sadness and pain he felt being away from you as though you had broken his heart. The reality was he had broken you.

Yoongi stiffened as he felt something pressing against the back of his neck. He almost spilled his drink, until he recognized the sweet scent of you. He wondered if he was hallucinating. You slid your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. He bent forward, fingers tapping against the wooden bar as though he was trying to wake himself up. You were a nightmare now, he would fall apart if he saw you.

“Go away” He slurred, head drooping down. He felt the embrace tighten, the hands on his body rising to cover his heart, stroking him on the off beats of his bruised pulse. “I hate you” A tear rolled down his cheek, “You ruined me”

“I’m sorry” You mumbled into him, “I should have believed you. I know you didn’t do it Yoongi” Yoongi swallowed thickly, tears streaming down his face. “Baby look at me” Your voice was the best sound he had ever heard. He wanted to hear you sing, die at the sound of you whispering his name just as you were now. Yoongi. Yoongi.

“Yoongi!” You snapped finally, seeing now that he was drunk out of his mind. He finally turned to face you, eyes barely open enough to register you were there. His fingers traced the outline of your face, touching your eyelids, your nose, tugging barely at your plush lips. 

“My love” He exhaled, “My princess. I’m so sorry” His thumb brushed across your cheek as he blinked out more tears. He was overwhelmed by you, your beauty, your personality, everything about you made him glow inside. 

It wasn’t till his eyes lazily landed on the bandage across your neck that it felt as though a cold bucket of water washed over him. He clutched your shoulders “Who did this to you?” 

“Jin.” Yoongi’s eyes flashed. He kissed the bandage softly before tucking your hair behind your ear. “He’s already dead” Yoongi sighed in relief, nodding before he buried his face into your chest. He inhaled deeply, a wave of comfort flushing over him through your warmth. 

“I missed you” He mumbled. You tilted his face up to yours. He looked shattered, the redness in his eyes doing nothing to hide to darkness he was feeling deep inside. He ached. He ached so bad for you, and it was clear as day.

“I know. I’m so sorry”

Yoongi watched your face carefully “Don’t leave me Y/n” He slurred, nose brushing against yours. The alcohol on his breath had you dying for a taste of his sweet bitter lips. His eyes softened, for you were his universe. Your smile was his purpose. He was your knight in shining armor, willing to do anything for you.

Your heart was pounding, and so was his, as you guys remained steady, so close, but too scared to move forward. Too hurt to just close the gap and let your bodies and souls align. 

“I love you.” You didn’t even realize you said it, because the truth came like another simple breath of air. Yoongi pulled you into his lap, hands stroking your neck as he finally began to accept that you were real. You were there in his arms.

“Then marry me” His voice trembled. He noticed you stiffen “My life is dangerous...love, you already know that. So many people want me dead...I don’t know how long I’ll last”

“Don’t say that” You buried your face into his neck, the smooth silk of his shirt cushioning your cheek. “Please don’t say stuff like that” After the day you had, you couldn’t handle the thought of Yoongi getting shot, stabbed, killed in any capacity. He was a pillar of sanity created out of utter chaos.

“I don’t have a ring, but I’ll buy you as many diamonds as you want. I’ll get you everything. You can have the world, just tell me and it’s yours” Yoongi’s lips lingered against yours, his voice a soft panic, desperate, grabbing at whatever he could. “I can’t survive without you”

“You won’t have to” You finally gave in, closing the gap between your lips to kiss him in anguish, prying to make up for lost time. Pour your apology, your remorse, your fear, anything you could feel into him. He pulled you closer, lips hot on one another as you moaned. You gripped his shirt while his hands glided up and down your lower back.

“I don’t want you touching anyone else.” Yoongi growled into your mouth. You nodded quickly, pulling him in. His taste was addictive. Everything around you seemed to fade into nothing, all there was was the two of you, and the beautiful things you were able to feel because of him. You couldn’t deny it anymore. You didn’t want anyone else.

“Only you” You assured him. He pulled away, taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart. His cheeks were flushed and so were yours, his tear stained face drying up but eyes still glossy. You slid off of his lap, tugging at his sleeve. “I want you”

Yoongi nodded, grabbing his drink and pouring the whole thing down his throat before following you. You led him to an empty longue where he sat you down, falling to his knees. 

“Yoongi?” You questioned him as he kissed the tops of your knees. He shook his head.

“You’re my princess. I’m not taking that for granted anymore. I want to make you feel good” His lips trailed up your thighs as he pushed the skirt of your dress up  above your waist, “Better than that motherfucking cop ever could”

He tugged your panties down with his teeth, pushing your knees as far apart as he could until you winced in pain. He took a moment to admire you, your pussy was exquisite, trembling all for him. He licked a stripe across your folds, savoring your sweet taste. He continued, spitting out on you, fingers digging into your knees as he looked up, tongue swirling messily around your cunt. 

“Delicious” He smacked his lips as you whimpered, “Wanna hear you baby, don’t hold back” He plunged his tongue into you, sucking softly as he pumped his tongue in out and around, ensuring to give ever crevice of you the attention it so badly craved.

He could eat you out every day. You were better than any drink he’d ever had and he wanted you to know that. He wanted you to see how far he would go to love you. He didn’t care if he was on his knees before you, a man as powerful as him, as rich as him. He would throw it all away for you. Lost in thought, his tongue fucked into you rapidly as his name echoed through the room between your gasping moans. 

“Fucking whore” Yoongi could feel your walls tighten as he mumbled into you, “Only I get to eat this pussy now. Only me. Only I get to touch you like this, right love?”

You nodded, drool collecting at the side of your lips. Yoongi groaned in approval, quickening his pace. You tried to close your legs as the sensations began to overwhelm you but you couldn’t, his grip was too strong. 

You felt your high approaching, his hot tongue buried deep in your cunt, slobbering all over you in the best possible way. Your eyes flew shut as Yoongi urged you on, pulling your cunt further into his face so his nose was pressed up against your clit. You grinded up into his face, screaming as your orgasm crashed down, your entire body trembling with hot sparks of pleasure.

“Oh my God” You gasped for air as your high sustained, Yoongi’s tongue not relenting for a second as he continued to lick you dry. You squirmed and wiggled beneath his steady grip, crying out his name in a mumbled mess like it was all you knew how to say. 

Yoongi backed away, licking your arousal from his lips and sighing heavily. Your eyes slowly fluttered open as the cold air hit between your legs. “That was so fucking good baby…” Your eyes drop to the floor where Yoongi had fallen onto his side, blood trickling from his lips. “Baby?” 

You dropped to your knees, reaching for Yoongi’s face. You checked his pulse, but nothing came. “Yoongi!” You cried, shaking his body, “Oh my God, no...no…” You reached for his phone, dialing 911.

“Hello? Help me please, he isn’t waking up!”

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death valley (m) | part 10

summary: a summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, namjoon x reader, jimin x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 10k

warnings: reader discretion advised. smut over the cut, rough sex, choking, hair pulling, penetrative sex, obsessive, possessive yandere themes, daddy kink, dom!jimin, degradation...like mean, anger kink?, EDGING, manipulation, toxic relationship dynamics, mutual masturbation, WHINY joon, breast play, dom!yoongi, a lot of kissing, groping, partying with hobi, guns, shootings, car chase, paranoia/fear, reader is BADASS, lying, drug/alc use & reference, betrayal, cheating, slight angst, pet names, fingering, oral, light spanking , impreg kink (slight)

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F L A S H B A C K—

There was something incredibly comforting about the way the water was pounding onto your back as you sat on the shower floor, hugging your knees to your chest. The steam scalded the back of your scalp as you attempted to wash away the horrors of your rendezvous at Death Valley.

You were uneasy, Jimin had been a bit too eager to find you, to act as though you hadn’t literally tried to end his life the night before in an impulsive bought of confusion. You wondered if he was pretending, because for you, it was eating you up alive. How could you shoot the man you dedicated years of your life to? Hours on end just dreaming about a second glance from him for what?

You almost slipped as you stepped out of the marbled space. A catchy beat broke you out of your daze, as you slowly walked into the living room.

There he was—shirt off, sweat dripping down his body, adding a dewy glimmer to the chains that lay loosely across his toned neck— settled behind his drum set. He wasn’t looking anywhere particular as he nodded his head to the rhythm. He was laser focused, jaw tight as he moved the drumsticks with an effortless flick of his wrists.

Jimin finally became aware of your presence, placing his palms to halt the vibrations of the drums.  He swiveled on the stool towards you, thighs spread wide, bending forward to pick up his water bottle.

He looked up at you, panting, lips parted enough for you to see how he slightly ran his lip over them. He smirked, taking a sip. Water trickled down the edges of his thick lips.

His eyes were locked on yours, teasing you—no, daring you. The sweat from his hair misted onto the floor as he pushed back his tangled locks.

Patting his lap, he motioned for you “Come here” He waited as you settled yourself onto him, his arms immediately reaching out to grip your waist over your flimsy robe.

“I could get used to this” His voice was laced with mischief, dragging his lips onto to your neck. “Seeing you naked every day” He nipped at the bottom of your jaw, sucking as you tilted your head for him. “Fucking you in the shower”

You let out a sharp gasp as he slid your robe off, palming your breasts. He brushed his calloused thumbs over your nipples, lightly curling his fingers around your flesh. Your chest gleamed with pleasure, a burning ecstasy coursing through your veins.

“Jimin” You whined as he kissed the top of your chest. His gaze wavered between your eyes and lips. He could see how much he affected you, loving the soft whimpers that you made with his every touch. The pleading look in your eyes, begging for more.

He watched as you stood, pulling him up with you before he spun you until your elbows held you up against the wall. Deep down Jimin was hurt, not so much by your attempt to kill him, but by the fact that you didn’t believe him over a lowlife like Jeon Jungkook.

“Ungrateful slut” He muttered, taking a moment to admire your ass as his hands slid up your spine, wrapping around your neck. He couldn’t understand you. He sang for you in front of the whole world. Showed you off like you were his queen every chance he got. You are Park Jimin’s girlfriend, everyone knew that. But despite all that, you betrayed him.

“You’ve been a bad girl. You don’t deserve my cock” His grip tightened, and you cursed with pleasure, loving the way his slender fingers felt stealing your breath away. How did you not realize how many others would kill to be where you were? How were you not on your knees for him every night? Who the hell did you think you were?

“Please Jimin...just fuck me” He left a tight slap on your ass, grinning while his teeth grazed over the side of your face.

“Why should I, huh? You trashy slut. I know about you and Yoongi.” His palm smacked you again, this time clawing into you after the impact “You’ve been screwing him, haven’t you?”

You whined, nodding as a fucked out expression overtook you. The roll of his hips riling you up with just enough friction to leave you desperately unsatisfied.

“Bet you found out how rich he was and seduced him like the greedy whore you are. Bouncing on his cock like a brainless bitch every damn night” His voice boomed against your ear. The look in his eyes was petrifying. Pulling his cock out, he lined himself up to your throbbing heat.

“Eyes on me babygirl” Jimin forced your face towards his. He was incredibly thick pushing inside you, filling you up to a point it was painful.

“You want daddy to be angry, don’t you Y/n? You like it. Turns you on, doesn’t it?” His grip on your neck tightened more, more and more until you were frantically choking for air. He began to drag his cock out of your tight hole, pussy clenching at the absence of his length before he thrusted back in.

“I asked you a fucking question” He let you go, allowing you to gasp for a dizzying breath as his hands slid to cover your bouncing tits, holding them firmly in place.

“Y...yes” You whined, unsuccessfully attempting to stabilize yourself. You cursed with each push, loving the stretch of how deep he filled you up, pounding against you like an animal. “I feel really good...daddy...feel so good” You spurt out, words muffled against the glass.

You clenched your eyes shut, elongated moans hiking in pitch with every fluid flex of his hips. His fingers dug into you, kisses nipping at the nape of your neck. He could feel your pussy clamp down around his length, quivering with wetness. He could hear it— the needy squelching of your cunt, swallowing him in.

“Don’t you dare cum. Or I swear to god” He began pulling you back to meet each thrust, pushing so impossibly deep it had your eyes bulging.

You could feel the pressure building as your pussy throbbed with want. Jimin forced his lips onto yours, swallowing your disgruntled cries. He didn’t stop pummeling into you, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

“Don’t” He growled loudly, fingers sliding down to rub your clit. Your vision went blank, everything was hot. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t breathe, all you wanted to do was cum. You screamed out desperately, barely able to hold on any longer.

“Daddy please let me cum” You whimpered, body shaking. You gave him the cutest, poutiest expression you could conjure “Let baby cum please. Please I’ll be good I promise...daddy please”

He gritted his teeth, "I said no. If you’re a good girl then you’ll listen”

“Please daddy!” You screamed out, lips parted, covered in drool as your eyes rolled back. “Need...to cum. I can’t—” You gasped loudly, tears rolling down your face as his thumb continued to assault your tingling clit, “Jimin...I can’t—”

You felt hot, flushed as he fucked you through and through, taking his other hand back to pinch your breasts, making you scream.

“Hurts doesn’t it?” Jimin seethed, breathing hard against your jaw “Imagine how I feel then, knowing you cheated on me after everything I’ve done for you”

“I’m s...sorry” Jimin gripped your neck, slamming your forehead into the wall.

“You’re sorry? It’s a bit late for that.” Jimin’s hand slid to your stomach, rubbing ticklish circles with the tips of his fingers “I’m gonna fuck you up until you’re all bloated for me...Let’s see what Yoongi does then huh? Let’s see how he feels seeing you nice and full of me”

“Goddd..with your pretty tits so big and full and..” Jimin growled, the thought driving him into a feverish frenzy. “All for me...because of me”

Your lips parted as you felt your pleasure pile like a ticking time bomb within you, body twitching all over. You swore you were on fire, body melting with sweat and desperation. “Jimin I can’t hold on”

He moaned out, cursing loudly as he came, face buried in your hair as he pulled you back on his cock until he emptied out fully. You gasped for air as his hot seed filled your every crevice.

You sobbed, still on the very last verge of your high as you heard Jimin chuckle bitterly, pulling your head back.

“You deserved that”

P R E S E N T   D A Y—

You eyes jolted open, mind blank and heart aching with worry as you slowly registered where you were. Jimin’s head lay on your chest, lips parted onto your skin loosely. His arms around your waist, hugging you to him.

You tried to move, but his tight hold prevented you from leaving, the suffocation reminiscent of how security had pulled you back the previous night, stopping you from going with Yoongi to the ambulance. They claimed to have been given specific orders not to let you leave, and would not tell you where he was being taken.

The shrill screams of the ambulance sirens continued to ring in your ears, the chorus to your uncertainty. You were nauseous, a horrible bitterness churned within you. You rose, stretching briefly before pacing around Jimin’s room. You met your eyes in the mirror above his dresser, doing you best to ignore you disheveled state as you ran your fingers over his trinkets.

It was a small photo frame that caught your eye. You lifted it up to see a young Jimin, smiling wide, and next to him stood Yoongi with a smirk.

“Don’t touch that” You jumped in your skin as Jimin appeared in front of you, taking the frame. He seemed to scowl as he set it face down, hiding the picture from you.

“You and Yoongi were friends”

Jimin glared at you “Key word being were. You have a lot of audacity saying that bastard’s name around me”

“I’m curious...what were you really like back then?” Your fingers tugged back at the frame, to which Jimin grabbed the photo frame and threw it across the room. “How well did you know him?”

“Bold of you to think I’m gonna sit here in my own goddamn house and talk to my girlfriend about the man she cheated on me with. You’re fucking toxic” He inhaled sharply, shutting his eyes with curled fists before letting out a deep sigh. “Just...go get dressed. I scheduled an interview for the both of us”

“I’m not really feeling that good Jimin...”

Wedging your jaw between his thumb and palm, he shoved you harshly against the wall, head pulsing with pain as he gritted his teeth.

“Do I look like I care how you fucking feel? How about how I feel Y/n, because clearly you never care about that. You think can just play with my feelings and you’ve got me wrapped around your finger huh? It’s pretty traumatic, you know, having the love of your life want you dead even though you’ve done everything for her. Changed for her. Try so damn hard to be good for her. Saved her despite how much she kept lying to him.”

You were too shocked to respond, trying to get a hold of his misunderstandings. Your silence only ticked him off more, growling, his nails dug into your shoulders, harshly dragging you into the bathroom.

“Get the fuck off of me” You snapped, writhing under his hold, “How many times are you going to do this huh? I’m toxic? Really? Every other week you scream at me like this and then turn around being all romantic and shit. You’re fucked up” You spit on his face, “I said get OFF”

Your heart wrenched, thinking of how Taehyung had once told you to simply call for him if Jimin did anything you didn’t want him too. Taehyung, who always had your back. Taehyung, who was now dead. Dead. Because of the man in front of you.

You knee’d Jimin in the thigh, pushing him off with all your strength. Mentally thanked Namjoon for his brief boxing lesson as you swung at him. Jimin ducked, but you slid past him and ran for it. You arrived at his door, tugging incessantly, only to find it locked.

“Let me out of here! I don’t wanna stay here” You pounded on the door, to no avail as Jimin began to laugh.

“I told you once before, and I’ll say it again. Go ahead and throw your tantrums. If you don’t show up at that interview with me, I’ll ruin you.” He hissed.

“After all” He chuckled, “Celebrity sex tapes look worse on the girl than the guy you know. Especially if you cheat on the nation’s biggest rockstar. I’ve got options, you want...” He scrolled through his phone casually,  “Hobi in the shower? Jungkook in the elevator? Or my personal favorite, you sucking your boss’ cock, which would ruin both of you”

Damn hotel footage. You slid to the floor in defeat. Jimin crouched down, keeping a reasonable amount of distance. “You did this to yourself, all I ever did was love you”

You gave him the nastiest look you could conjure, which he readily ignored, heading to the bathroom himself. A few feet away you could see the photo of Yoongi and Jimin lying, shattered, a crack prominently over Yoongi’s figure.

-

What’s it like working with Park Jimin? Would you say he’s changed? Hobi wanted to roll his eyes. He had answered the same question about five times already as reporters frolicked over to him, waiting for their turn with the man of the hour, who sat currently in the spotlight, with you by his side.

He could still feel the smoke scarring his throat, inhaling dust as he had grabbed a fire extinguisher and sprayed it all over the lab the previous night. He had been shocked seeing Jimin, clutching his side, with Jin’s dead body next to him. Jimin had given him one explanation. One word to explain everything. Jungkook.

He hated that he was working with the brat, but knew that if he wanted to bring Yoongi down and take over, he needed Jimin’s help. Jimin was eager, desperate even, to help him, even offering to hand over his own assets.

Jimin wanted out. And seeing the way he looked at you—a soft fondness, gentle glimmer in his eyes, Hobi understood why.

He would likely have done the same.

Jimin had insisted he drag Jin’s body out and take him to the hospital. He can’t die. I need him alive. Do what you have to. Hobi had been hesitant, not only did he not care about Jin, nor understand his involvement, but moreso he knew there were stacks of cash stored away in the depths of Death Valley.

Jimin had given him a sinister grin. Let it burn.

That same man was now kissing your cheek, laughing forcibly at whatever the interviewer said, as if none of it had happened. Hobi knew you well enough to see that every word from your mouth was a blatant lie. There was no love in your eyes. Even so, Jimin fawned over you like a puppy.

Once Jimin left to change, Hobi tapped your shoulder. “Hey. Do you know where Yoongi is?” He whispered. “I’ve checked every fucking hospital in miles of here. I can’t find him”

The mention of his name was like a knife wound to the heart. You clenched your fists, trying your best to ignore the burning ache in your chest as you thought about how he looked, lifeless, on the floor. Hobi noticed your eyes widen, placing a hand on your shoulder reassuringly while noting the way you flinched at his touch.

“You know” You folded your arms over your chest, a bitter scowl planted on your face “I thought you were different. I didn’t think you were another greedy bitch like the rest of them, but you’re worse. You kidnapped me. You beat up Joon. You almost killed Jimin too. Betrayed Yoongi the second you could, how much did Jimin offer you to chase us huh? How much did you get for telling him the truth, something I trusted you with? I’m not fucking dumb Hobi.” 

Hobi gave you a guilty look seeing the utter disgust in your glare.

And then an idea hit you. “You’d do anything for money right?”

He pursed his lips. You already looked down on him, it wasn’t like he had anything to lose. “What do you need?”

“Jimin’s blackmailing me.” Hobi’s eyes flashed with concern, “He’s not letting me leave his sight, he has a video of me fucking...uh...” You paused, watching your words, “Yoongi...and he says he will leak it to the press. I need you to destroy it.”

Hobi gave you a warm smile, a hint of pity in his eyes. “Y/n...you should have just told me. I would do this for you anyways, you don’t need to pay me”

You shook your head “No. You’re doing a job for me, not a favor, alright? I happen to know where Yoongi has a bunch of cash stored, and I can tell you where it is” Hobi read between your words, nodding. “I can’t...give you anything else”

“It’s Namjoon isn’t it?” He chuckled bitterly, “You’re always talking about him, always so fucking worried about him. I should have seen it coming.”

“What? No? No. Namjoon and I are just friends”

“Whatever. I’ll see what I can do. I’ll be over at Jimin’s later anyways. We can talk then”

-

Jimin snorted a line of cocaine off his kitchen counter before turning to you, sitting idly on his couch and watching your interview air, a look of disgust on your face. “You did great by the way. A bunch of people wanna meet you, for sponsorship deals and whatnot. You’re hot shit. There’s a beach event I have to attend this evening, you’re expected to make an appearance”

He sat down by your side, kissing your cheek but you flinched. Your arms wrapped around your knees, hugging yourself, desperate for comfort. You felt alone, more alone than you ever had, even when you’d spent nights on your phone back in your own apartment, daydreaming.

“What’s wrong?” His eyes were sincere, and that was the sickening part. You knew he liked you, genuinely liked you. Despite this being true, his behavior made you exhausted. “If it’s about this morning...I’m sorry. You know I just say dumb stuff when I get upset” He placed his chin on your knees, blinking at you cutely.

You want him to leave you alone, you wanted to tell him off, but you had to play your cards right if you were going to escape and find Yoongi. “It’s okay.” Jimin leaned in. He kissed you fondly, you didn’t reciprocate.

“I’m not really in the mood Jimin” He sighed, resting his forehead against yours before nodding. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing his lips to the top of your head before you feel him humming softly.

Your heart skips a beat when you realize he’s humming one of his songs. One of your favorites. “I’m sorry baby” He mumbled into your neck, “Please forgive me. I love you, you know that right?” You didn’t respond, glancing at the clock and wondering when Hobi would get the job done.

“I know” You said blandly. Jimin shook your shoulders.

“Tell me what I can do” He pleaded “How can I make it up to you?” He looked around, as if he would find a solution lying somewhere in his home. “You asked me about my past this morning. I’ll tell you anything you wanna know”

Finally you gave him an ounce of your attention “Really?” He nodded, pinching your cheeks “How did you and Yoongi meet then?”

“He was hired by my label at the time. They thought he would be good to write songs for the age group I was targeting, since we were both young. I always looked up to him, he was like an older brother. I didn’t really have friends growing up, I spent all my time with my managers and bandmates. Yoongi was normal, he’d tell me stories about his life, and I’d live through him”

“Did you know he met me back then too?” Jimin’s jaw tightened.

“Yeah. I did” He cleared his throat “I beat the shit out of him that night. I’m” He gulped, holding your hands tightly “I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner. I would have stopped him”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

Jimin gaped at you “Oh uh...nothing, never mind. Yoongi and I stopped talking as much after...something happened. He got more serious about his career and I got more serious about selling drugs. I was fed up with music, I could barely remember why I started”

“It broke my heart when you stopped” You admitted sheepishly.

“Can I be honest? I really did see you Y/n. I mean I didn’t know who you were, but I was familiar with you. I thought you were really pretty, really nice. I told Yoongi about you too. The gorgeous girl who was always in the front row with her friends. Black eyeliner, fishnet leggings. That’s why I gave you my jacket. I couldn’t ever talk to you...I wasn’t able to come hang out or party after performances with all of you. But I liked you. At least the idea of you, now that I know you it’s...” Jimin blushed “Better than I could have ever hoped. You’re amazing”

Wish I could say the same You thought to yourself. You were about to respond when the doorbell rang. Jimin got up, answering it to reveal Hobi. He met your eyes with a slight nod before turning to Jimin.

He whispered something to Jimin which caused them both to look back at you briefly. "Y/n, I have to step out. I’ll be back soon baby, and I’ll grab you something to wear for tomorrow. Text me if you need anything” He quickly kissed you one final time, before he and Hobi headed out, locking the door behind them.

You ran to the window, hoping to push it open. It was glued shut. You tried every room. Every possibly way, but nothing would budge. You were trapped.

You plopped down on Jimin’s bed, analyzing the constant swivel of the fan above you. Your eyes locked on the center, allowing the panels to blur together, like the blur of the past few days, until it was all once, constant mess that kept on going.

You decided to call Namjoon, see if he might be able to come break you out “Hello? Joonie?”

“What the fuck you guys!?” Namjoon barked, an evident pout to his tone. You smiled inwardly, imagining the look on his face “I came back you were both gone. What the fuck? Couldn’t you have called yesterday?”

“I’m sorry, I got caught up. Wait...is Jungkook not with you?”

“I thought he was with you. Where are you, did you find Yoongi?”

“Not really. I went to the party last night and found him, but I think he got poisoned or something. He got taken away in an ambulance but apparently he’s not at any hospitals around here, so he’s still missing”

“I tried calling Jungkook but fucker doesn’t have a goddamn cellphone so...didn’t know if I should call you in case Jimin was like..”

“Wait” You realized, sitting up. “It was Jungkook. He poisoned Yoongi and took him. He’s the only one who could have. Hobi doesn’t know where Yoongi is, and neither does Jimin. Jungkook was the one who told me to come without you, and he knew where I was”

“Why would he do that?”

You pursed your lips, thinking back to everything you learned, every plot, every lie, every truth. “Why else?” You laughed “He’s a drug dealer. Money. He’s gonna ask Yoongi for money. Or the gang. Or something, he’s gonna extort something out of him. We have to get him to tell us where Yoongi is”

“Well we don’t know where Jungkook is now either. Although I can bet that he’ll try contacting Jimin since there’s no way Yoongi would agree to any of his terms”

The jingle of keys was heard through the wall, causing you to practically jump out of the bed, quickly hanging up the phone before Jimin returned to the room.

“I’m back. Sorry about that, look what I got for you” He held up a cute black designer bikini. “I’ll admit, half the reason I’m even going to this thing is so I can see you in this” He laid the garment on the bed by your feet.

“Is...Hobi coming to the party too?” You feigned indifference, letting your fingers glide over the soft fabric of the swimwear. Jimin nodded.

“Obviously.”

-

The sun’s rays came down hot as you and Jimin arrived in his white convertible at the event. You could see large beachballs floating about, bright neon flashes of people’s clothes. It was practically a rave.

Your skin felt sticky against the leather seats as you shifted in your skimpy outfit. Jimin couldn’t keep his hands off of you, lips glued to your neck the entire ride.

“You’re so fucking hot holy shit” He complained, whining when you ultimately pushed him away.

Your skin burned as you emerged from the car, the brightness of the day only catalyzed by the camera flashes that pummeled you the moment you stepped out. Jimin arrived at you side, waving to the camera’s briefly before his hand found your back and he led you in.

It wasn’t long before Jimin got caught up in introductions, and while you were ecstatic to meet so many famous people, you had bigger things to worry about. Excusing yourself, you made your way to the bar.

“Damn” You felt a hand squeeze your ass as you leaned against the counter. You were ready to punch someone’s face in until your eyes settled on Jungkook’s familiar face.

“Oh hey” You pursed your lips “Where’s Joon?”

"He’s still at the motel. I’ll head back tonight I just...wanted to check in and see how things were going?” The bartender approached the two of you. “What’ll you have? Tequila shots again?” Jungkook smirked. You eyed his figure, a loose yellow top, clearly designer, bringing out his jet black hair that you were still adjusting to.

“Scotch. On the rocks” You spoke to the bartender directly. Jungkook raised his eyebrows but didn’t comment. Leaning back you observed the party unfolding before you. “Jungkook” You leaned forward, letting your breath fan onto him, lips barely grazing over his chiseled jaw “I know you know where he is”

Jungkook’s expression hardened. “What if you and I brought it all down” You fingers tugged at his collar “What if we took over all of this, made millions a day, we’d be so rich no one could touch us”

The drinks appeared, Jungkook took a large sip of his beer before giving you an incredulous look “Damn. Someone’s gone all gangster herself has she?”

“Yoongi trusts me. I could play him...find out where all his money is... Then you come in” You brought the glass to your mouth “and kill him” The bitter liquid teased your lips, but you knew better than to actually drink anything.

“I like the way you think, but how do I know you’re not just gonna keep the money for yourself?” Jungkook’s hand slid up your thigh.

“It’s up to you. Trust me, or don’t. Your choice” You left a kiss on his neck, your red lipstick leaving a mark on him before you got up, taking care to sway your hips just a bit extra as you walked away. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back against his chest.

“Fine, but pull anything and I’ll kill your little idol boyfriend” His lips covered yours, kissing you just barely.

“Speaking of whom, you better get your hands where I can see them.” You pushed him away, “Jimin, the media and security have eyes on me like a hawk. I’ll need your help leaving without him noticing”

Jungkook nodded “And one more thing. Namjoon comes with us”

“Deal.” You watched as he quickly vanished into the beautiful crowd of young, drunk socialites. Dumping your drink into the trash, you wandered around looking for Jimin.

In the middle of the dance floor, Hobi was dancing sensually between a cluster of beautiful woman. You stared a moment too long, causing him to look up and meet your amused gaze. He beckoned you towards him, pushing his entourage aside to approach you.

“Wanna dance?” He grinned, holding his hand out. You raised your eyebrows, but entertained him. He pulled you into his arms, twirling you around playfully before his hands landed on your hips, guiding them to the swing of the steady bass of the electronic beats that pulsed through the venue. “It’s done” He whispered, pulling a small flash drive out of his shirt pocket, before flirtatiously sliding it into your bra.

“Thanks. Give me your phone and I’ll type in the address” Hobi handed you his device. You continued to nod your head to the music as you typed into it. You waited until Hobi got distracted with someone before swapping your phone for his and handing it back.

“Pleasure doing business with you” He winked, sliding your phone into his back pocket “Better find your man. I’ll see you soon”

You smiled at him weakly, leaving the dance floor to find a hidden space behind the DJ stage. Pulling out Hobi’s phone you quickly typed up a text message.

Suddenly you heard a large explosion. You rapidly turned to see that a car parked on the beachfront had burst into flames.

“No one got hurt. Come, quickly” Jungkook appeared besides you, clutching your wrist as the two of you sped through the chaos and screams. Jungkook was faster than you, but you did your best to keep up, taking a second to glance into your palm to ensure your message sent.

-

Namjoon had been impressed with you the moment the two of you met. He could see the excitement in your eyes at the opportunity to work on music that people would actually get to enjoy. Even after Death Valley plagued your existence, he always maintained respect for your resilience.

He bitterly thought back to Jin’s badgering of you during your questioning after Taehyung’s murder. What Jin had said, sickeningly, made a lot of sense to him. Yoongi was notoriously impulsive, it was one of his greatest flaws as a leader, one of the reasons that Jungkook would always spend hours talking shit about his boss.

And if what you said was true, Namjoon found himself doubting everything Jungkook had told him. Your text had been firm. He smiled inwardly at your words, imagining the tone of your voice speaking them to him directly. You were authoritative, focused, and unwilling to play around any longer.

It was sexy as hell.

“We’re back” Jungkook’s keys jingled in the doorway, for the two of you entered the motel room.

“We can’t stay here though, Jimin knows where this is” Namjoon’s eyes widened at you, wearing nothing but a black bikini with a sheer wrap low around your hips. Your eyes softened at him, “I swapped my cellphone with Hobi’s in case Jimin tries to find me. We don’t have much time, he’s definitely gonna have someone come after us” You turned to Jungkook. “We can plan in the car, Namjoon grab your things, lets go”

Namjoon joined you in the backseat, insisting that it would be safe for you not to sit in the front in case they reached any highway footage.

“How did you know I did it?” Jungkook glanced at you in the rearview mirror, both hands on the wheel.

“You’re the only one who could have.” Your eyes remained glued to Namjoon’s “It was genius. Now we have Yoongi, we can get whatever we want from him, or even offer him up to Jimin for a prize”

Namjoon’s hand slid over yours, squeezing it lightly. He knew that the convincing lies that came from your mouth must be hurting you. You loved Yoongi, he could see that as clear as day. Whether Namjoon approved or not wasn’t the point, he wanted you to be happy.

“What did you have in mind?” Jungkook queried. Namjoon glanced out the window, watching as aimless fields of greenery blurred past him. You tugged at his sleeve, giving him a look that said are you okay? He nodded, smiling slightly.

“Let me say that Jimin poisoned him, and I found him and saved him. I’ll seduce him into telling me where he keeps all his money and contacts.” Namjoon grinned. That was not your plan. Your plan was to save Yoongi, kill Jungkook and with his help, make a run for it, dealing with whatever aftermath with Jimin once your had the most powerful man you knew back at your side.

He wondered if Yoongi would appreciate you scheming like this. He had a dirty feeling that he wouldn’t. Yoongi was the type to maintain the weakness, the helplessness of those around him. He had to be leagues above the rest, Namjoon bit his lip at the thought that he would never see you as an equal, rather, as something he owned.

Like a prize.

-

Silk sheets cushioned the throbbing pain that beat through Yoongi’s skull as his eyes flickered open. He had no idea where he was, not even remembering how he got there in the first place.

He rubbed his eyes, sighing deeply before his eyes landed on a remote. There was a large television screen in front of him. He carefully turned it on.

Welcome back! Today’s guests we have superstar rock icon, Park Jimin and his first public girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N.

Yoongi watched with an unamused expression, bothered by you by Jimin’s side. His hand rested on your knee, occasionally sliding up, to which Yoongi found himself digging his nails into his palm. You hugged Jimin’s arms, smiling brightly enough to shatter him to pieces.

Would you say that she’s the one? Can we expect an engagement? Jimin looked over to you. Yoongi could see it in his eyes. It wasn’t a performance. It wasn’t a show. Jimin’s eyes watered ever slightly before he smiled. Of course. She’s the love of my life. One day I hope we can show the world that.

He grabbed the lamp that was on the bedside and threw it across the room. Shards of glass scattered across the floor. He had waited too long to deal with Jimin. It was time.

He recalled so many years ago, the night when Jimin had pointed to you from behind the curtains of one of his earliest shows, a pretty fan that caught his eyes. He had followed the star’s finger to see your eyes for the first time. And just like that he was yours.

After that he found out everything— who you were, where you lived. It wasn’t hard, you were a big fan. He wanted you right away, but your public displays of affection for the bratty singer had him seething. It simply wasn’t fair. Jimin got to be the star while Yoongi remained in the shadows, writing his songs, doing all the heavy lifting, but Jimin got everything. Why did he get to have you too? He deserved you far more than Jimin did.

“Yoongi?” The door opened. You stood, dressed modestly in a white blouse and leather skirt. Your eyes went to the screen, where your interview continued to play. Yoongi turned the screen off, sitting up slightly.

You came to his side immediately, stroking his arm. “Don’t listen to all that. It’s fake. It’s all fake, I promise” You pleaded. He remained unfazed by your touch.

You rested your head against him, listening to the steady beat of his chest. His heart trembled, looking down at your face, eyes closed, so incredibly peaceful. He couldn’t help the way he wanted to run his fingers through your hair, the way he couldn’t stop himself from cradling you in his arms, thumb tracing the side of your face.

He said nothing—instead he leaned in and kissed you fondly. His lips were hot on yours, you felt lightheaded, dizzy with bliss as he latched onto you, swallowing you every moan, every sweet sigh that left your pretty lips. His eyes were shut, senses focused only on the indulgent taste of you. He was addicted to you. He couldn’t even rationalize the reality of you in his arms.

“I love you” He professed in a faint whimper, hands fawning over your blushed cheeks. Your eyes were glued to his mouth, gasping for air amidst the heavy suffocation of feelings he burned within you. “So bad that it scares me”

“Me too” You assured him, kissing him back earnestly, “I understand you, more than you know. You don’t need to be afraid” You tilted his face to yours as he finally met your gaze “I won’t leave you. Never Yoongi.” You shook your head “Never”

He smiled, a smile so unique. Full sets of teeth spread wide across his face. A tear disobeyed you, running off down your cheek. Yoongi saw this, lowering his gaze with concern. He simply stared for a minute as you hid your face.

“What’s wrong my love?” You let your eyes close, focused on the feeling of him so close. It only made the tears fall faster.

He turned your head towards him lightly, his fingers grazing the path of your tears. He kissed your cheek, lips lingering a while. You could feel his racing heart. The pounding in your chests so perfectly offbeat. He rest his forehead against yours, staring directly into your eyes. The tips of your noses distant by just atoms.

“I..w..was so scared. I thought…you might be dead” You whispered. You could feel that he smiled again. He was soft. In every possible way. His touch, his smile, his eyes, his lips.

Without missing another beat he smashed his lips onto yours, grabbing your hips and pushing you onto the bed. He crawled up your body, tugging at your blouse. You lifted your arms, allowing him to pull the garment off of you, tossing it aside swiftly before he dove into your chest.

Yoongi loved your breasts, and he made sure you knew that, tenderly kissing them, tugging at the sensitive flesh with his tongue. He pulled your bra down harshly in order to suckle you.

His movements were messy and obscene, which had you unraveling into mess of wetness between your trembling thighs.

“Beautiful” He paused, pushing hair behind your ear before he began to unbutton his own shirt. You helped him along, fingers mingling with his as you wrestled the silky material off of him to reveal his perfect skin. His chiseled abs staring you in the face as your fingers played with the hem of his pants.

Yoongi gripped your hips and turned you onto your stomach. He pushed your knees up under your stomach so that your ass hung out nicely for him. He yanked down your skirt, panties along with it. His fingers slid against your sopping cunt. You could feel him pressed hot against your back as he pushed a finger into you.

“You like that princess?” Yoongi asked, stroking your hair as he continued to pump his finger deeper and deeper inside of you. Your cunt swallowed him nicely as he added another finger, stretching you out wonderfully. You could feel his rings brush against your nerves, an amazing burn filling you.

“Yes, fuck, just like that” You sighed, a heavy sensation flowing through you as he continued to work your pussy. He planted his lips over his name etched into your glossy skin, trailing kisses down your spine as he continued to fuck you thoroughly.

His eyes glistened as he parted from you, watching the way your pussy dripped shamelessly onto the sheets with the simple flick of his wrist. He pressed his lips onto your ass, letting his tongue tease around before reaching your throbbing heat.

Like a kitten, his tongue hit you in small, featherlight flicks, licking you up—driving you into a frenzy as you tried to push your ass down on his face, which was now buried between your thighs, hands pulling your folds wider so he could give your cunt his full attention.

He lapped at you like he was dying of thirst, loving the way you cursed his name in pleasure. He could feel your body trembling above him, which only motivated him on.

“You like that princess?” Yoongi chuckled, the vibrations of his laugh hitting you deep in your core. His lips found your clit, sucking and kissing at it vigorously. “Like when I lick your pretty pussy like that?”

“Y…yes” You moaned loudly, not caring who might hear you. Yoongi groaned as you gushed onto him. His tongue finally pushed through, digging deep into your cunt until it found that sweet spot—the spot that had you screaming out for more. “Holy shit Yoongi yes.”

He removed his tongue, smacking your ass lightly to which you giggled, dazed in an aroused frenzy. He pulled your knees back before flipping you back over. You loved how easily he was able to move and twist your body to his liking. You loved the way he manipulated you to his pleasure. You wanted him too. You wanted his cock so fucking bad.

He pulled your legs over his shoulders, sliding out his thick, veiny cock. He tugged at the aching length, eyes layered onto your naked body. You felt the scorching heat of his cock head press against your cunt, and your eyes clenched shut as he began to push inside you.

His size was overwhelming, you missed it. He hovered over you on his elbows, kissing you long and hard, as if you might lose each other any moment. As if you were trying to express what you felt inside but couldn’t quite get it out. You were rendered useless—completely immersed in each others desperate touch.

He finally bottomed out, fingers cupping your face so he could look directly at you.

“I love you so fucking much” Your legs slid off his shoulders to wrap around his torso as he began to thrust into you harshly. Your face was flustered by his words, heart melting. You felt pain, warmth, pleasure and emotion—you were dizzy. Overwhelmed by everything he had to give you.

“My beautiful little princess fuck…so fucking perfect for me” He hissed into your jaw, inhaling your scent as he continued to piston his hips in and out of your squelching cunt. His cock pushed through your wall with a rapid burn, hitting you deep in your nerves, making your thighs quiver in pleasure.

Your hands scratched at his back, moaning abashedly as he took you. Yoongi backed away to breathe momentarily, his eyes serious, and his lips parted—panting heavily.

“Shit” He turned to his side, grabbing one leg and hooking it over his arm as he shoved himself back inside of you, pounding relentlessly. Drool escaped your pursed lips as you braced the impact of each ruthless push. “Feel good princess? Use your words love, come on”

“So fucking good Yoongi.” Yoongi bit into your collar, sucking until your skin turned purple, marking you as his. “Please don’t stop…don’t ever stop”

“My sweet princess, you’re so fucking perfect you know that? Wanna fuck your pretty tits” His breath hitched “Wanna cum all over you…drench you in my cum, you’d look so pretty like that, all filthy for me fuck”

He slowed his pace, staring deeply into the glimmer in your eyes. He got lost in you for a moment, stilling with his cock buried deep within you.

He pushed his lips back onto yours, and you felt a tear fall from his eyes “My princess…my love…I love you so much”

“I love you too” You held him tight, rolling your hips up to ease your need as emotions took him over. “You’re mine”

Yoongi’s eyes darted open. “I’m all yours princess” He slid his hand down to rub your slit into rapid circles. You clenched down on his cock desperately as his fingers wound you up. You could feel the pressure build in your core as his cock continued to assault you. “Want you to cum with me, can you do that for me love?”

You nodded, biting your lip. Yoongi pressed his forehead against yours and you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. Your walls began to convulse and it wasn’t long before the both of your were a scattered mess of screams.

“Don’t stop Yoongi please don’t fucking stop” You sobbed, bringing your hips up to meet his, wanting to feel him as deep as you possibly could. His cum shot out, filling you up to the brim. Yoongi groaned,  before falling limp over your body, kissing your lips tiredly.

He rolled over onto his side, pulling you into a soft embrace. He rest his head on your heart, hands caressing your back.

“Yoongi” You panted, still breathless. He looked up at you curiously “I want more” He grinned.

“Your wish is my command” He winked, picking you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you into the bathroom.

Setting you down on the counter, you spread your legs wide. He slotted himself between you, lips glued to yours as though you were inseparable. You took fistfuls of his black hair, pulling his face closer into you. Your lip caught between his teeth as he tugged at it, blood spilling as he nipped at you roughly.

Pulling you down from the counter, he turned you around, bending you forward with your arms above your head, landing with a dewy haze onto the mirror in from of you.

You watched him through the reflection as he kept one hand around your wrists, allowing the other to slide down and pinch your nipples.

Yoongi slapped your tit playfully, watching with a glint in his eye at the way it bounced slightly. “You’re mine, you got that?”

“Yes sir” You squeaked. Yoongi’s eyes darkened at the term. He rolled his hips against your ass, and you could feel his length press against you.

“I don’t ever want you anywhere near Jimin” Yoongi teased “If I ever see you with that motherfucker again I’ll slit your throat, and his”

“Yes sir” Yoongi hummed in approval, letting go of your hands so that he could glide them down the expanse of your spine before smacking your ass.

“So pretty” He muttered, before his cock entered you again, filling you full in one deep thrust. He didn’t bother easing you into it, he pounded your battered cunt like there was no tomorrow, holding you up by the jaw, allowing to watch the fucked out faces you made as he fucked you so good. You looked like an absolute mess, mascara blemished around your teary eyes, drool all over your parted lips, whining and moaning as you begged for Yoongi to give you more and more.

You never wanted the pleasure to end. You loved the feeling of him inside you, the feeling of his hands on your body, doing as he pleased. You came with a shrill scream, after which Yoongi pushed you down to your knees so he could cum deep inside your throat.

You weren’t sure how many more times the two of you went at it, unable to get enough of one another, until Yoongi finally pulled you back to bed, littering your face with kisses as he begged you to stop before you killed him. You pouted, but his warm smile had you more than willing to cuddle up to him instead. He gave you his shirt to wear, and with that you wrapped your arms around him, settling into a soft embrace.

A loud pounding came from the door. Your eyes widened, meeting Yoongi’s hardened gaze.

You grabbed a gun from your purse, handing it to him as the pounding increased, before finally the door swung open, revealing Jungkook, revolver loaded and aimed at Yoongi.

“Who the hell are you?” Yoongi made a face, fingers sliding around the gun’s shaft. Jungkook pulled the trigger, bullets whizzed as Yoongi quickly rolled off the bed.

“Jeon Jungkook. Remember that name because it’s gonna be the name of the man who takes your precious little Death Valley out from under your nose” Jungkook hissed.

Yoongi laughed, standing up “So you’re the dealer I’m told is always bringing us the most business. If you really wanted to take over one day, you should know better than to tick of your superiors”

Jungkook shifted his gun’s aim to you, to which Yoongi aimed his gun back. “Shoot me and she dies. I know all about your little obsession Min Yoongi. That sadistic detective takes some damn good notes.” 

Jungkook’s eyes landed on you “You really think I would fall for your bullshit? I’ve been in this business far longer than you have sweetheart” Of course, you realized, Jungkook knew Yoongi would do anything for you. You were bait. You thought you were using him, but he was using you the whole time.

Yoongi growled lowly. “What do you want?”

“Transfer all your assets to me. I want everything. All the money, contacts, everything. Give me Death Valley”

Yoongi glanced back at you, perched on the bed still, hands gripping at the silk sheets in fear.

“No way” Your heart dropped. It was Jimin. He placed the barrel of his revolver against Jungkook’s skull “Move and I’ll kill you before you can even think”

Your heart was pounding as you analyzed the scene in front of you. Yoongi’s gun shifted to Jimin.

“Oh perfect. I’ve been meaning to get my hands on you brat” Yoongi hissed. Jimin gave Yoongi a dirty look.

“Shut up Yoongi. I know the truth. I know who you are. You lied to me my whole life, the fuck did I ever do to you huh? You slept with my girlfriend”

Your eyes flew shut as you heard bullets ring. “Y/n run” You heard Jimin shout “Run. Just go” You ducked, rolling off the bed as you watched the three men shoot at one another. Jimin grabbed your hand, “Go. Get out of here”

“Oh no you don’t” Jungkook hissed. You slipped into the hallway. You had no idea where you were, it seemed like a hotel. Your eyes scanned around until you found the stairs, pushing the door and quickly speeding your way down the steps.  

You could hear the echoes of Jungkook following you. You glanced up, giving Jungkook an opportunity to shoot at you. His bullets ricochetted off of the railing as you slid down to the next story, pushing the doors open until you found yourself in another hallway. You ran towards a supply closet, slipping inside as you pulled out Hobi’s phone with trembling hands.

“Namjoon.” You whispered into the phone as you heard more bullets, planting your hand over your mouth to muffle your frightened whimpers “Namjoon help”

“Where are you?” His tone was serious “I brought the car like you said in your text, find the closest window and tell me which way you’re facing, then I’ll come and you jump okay? I’ll catch you.”

“Okay” Your breath was shaky. You carefully cracked open the closet door, checking both sides before you rushed to the closest window. You looked around, eyeing a vase which you grabbed, banging it into the window and watching as the glass shattered into a million pieces. “I’m facing west.”

“Got it” You looked down. You were only roughly two stories up, but it still looked frightening. You saw Namjoon pull up beneath you. He climbed out of the car. “Jump. You’ll be fine I promise”

You gulped, not the biggest fan of heights of any kind. Your hand trembled, bleeding now as you grabbed onto the shattered windowsill.

“Y/n wait!” You glanced back to see Jimin running towards you. You clenched your eyes shut, a tear falling from the corner of your eye before you opened your eyes and jumped.

You landed on your hands and knees, the impact sending a searing pain through your limbs as Namjoon helped pull you down from the car, shooting up at where Jimin was now looking down in horror. “Come on”

You hopped into the car with him. He quickly pressed on the gas, and the car roared before accelerating off. Your hand was gripping onto Namjoon’s bicep for dear life as you tried to rationalize the past few minutes.

You heard more gunshots, looking in the rearview to see Jungkook, shooting from the drivers window of his own car.

“Faster Namjoon, fuck, give me your gun” You snapped. He handed you the device, and you lowered the window, aiming at the tires of his car as you shot a few times. The recoil of the gun surprised you, but one of the bullets managed to slightly pierce through Jungkook’s front tire. You watched as his car skidded to a stop, sighing in relief.

Namjoon watched the scene unfold from his rearview mirror, biting his lip as you rolled the window back up, slamming yourself against the backrest, sighing deeply.

-

After what seemed like an hour of hurried driving, Namjoon found a motel for the two of you to spend the night and gather your thoughts. You told him what happened, not sparing a single detail. You had no idea where Yoongi was, if he was alive, if Jimin was alive, if Jungkook was still chasing you, everything was up in the air.

The two of you lay silently on the bed. You wanted to cry but you couldn’t even bring yourself too. Your heart felt cold—dead.

“Y/n, let’s just run away” Namjoon was startled by his own voice, a prominent whisper laced with hope, “Leave all of this behind” His, eyes softened as he looked down on your face. “We could start over. Be normal people, live normal lives. Change our names, our look, get a house”

“Can you even imagine doing that?” You slid your hand to nudge his pinkies intertwining. “Seems like a fantasy”

Silence waved over the both of you, only the pounding of your own hearts filling the space with it’s quick rhythm. Namjoon could feel it all the way down to his fingertips, as they brushed against yours, terribly slowly.

“For what it’s worth, we’d make some real cute kids” You added with a chuckle.

His heart stopped. A suffocating sensation seemed to grab at his throat, choking the very life out him. 

“I can’t do this” His voice broke. “I can’t” He got up with a rush, slamming the bathroom door behind him before sliding down, face buried in his palms. He couldn’t touch you. He couldn’t even think about it. It was wrong. You loved Yoongi, and he was happy for you. Even if he felt like Yoongi was dangerous, if anyone could handle the gangster it was you.

It wasn’t your fault. He knew you, but that was just it. You made his heart flutter with every little action. Your sharp tongue had his weak in the knees, your attitude. He wanted you to tie him up, choke him down, suffocate him with your cunt.

Calm down. Namjoon began to think about less pleasurable things, but his mind was latched onto you, recalling that night where you had taken such good care of him before your fight. A simple favor, no conversations, no complications.

He wanted to do the same to you. Oh God he just wanted to lay a finger on you.

“Namjoon?” There was something in your voice that had his body heating up everywhere. A plea, a desperation. You knocked at the door.

“I’m o..okay” He whimpered, tilting his head back in frustration. He didn’t know it, but you too had slid down, back against the door. “I’m sorry”

You clicked your tongue, “You have nothing to be sorry for.” You paused momentarily, “Tell me what you need”

Namjoon’s cock twitched, imagination going into a frenzy before he realized your words might be innocent.

“Nothing” He squeaked, “I’m okay”

“Joonie” His eyes fluttered shut as your soothing voice called out to him “Namjoon don’t lie to me just tell me what you need”

“I want you” His hands flew over his mouth the second he said it. He could hear you giggle.

“Is that right baby?” The tease in your voice had his face reddening. He slid his hand under his shorts, lightly palming his cock. “You wanna taste my juicy little cunt is that it?”

“Stop” He choked, palm rubbing faster.

“Tell me then,” Your voice was venom “Tell me what you want”

“I want to eat you out” Namjoon gasped loudly, “A..and. I want to see your face...you’re so...pretty...and” He gulped “Wanna make you feel good.” He fumbled around with his pants, yanking them down along with his boxers so he could properly stroke his eager dick.

“And” He could hear you panting, which almost turned him on more. Were you touching yourself? To him? The thought had him tugging at his cock so hard he winced in pain.

“Wanna fuck you” He confessed, biting his lip at the memory, “So fucking bad Y/n...I..” He groaned.

“How would you fuck me hm?”

He growled, imagining you, naked, climbing over him like the sexy vixen you were. You would pump his cock, spit on him, take such good care of him. “Ohhh my godddd” He could hear the pre-cum lathering over his cock, beating himself roughly “Want you to ride my cock. Tie me up, spit on me, choke me, spank me, anything you want Y/n but I just need you to touch me”

Words tumbled out of his drooling lips without a second thought “Your pussy is so...warm and...felt so good. So wet just...and...your tits bouncing up and down....your n..nails...scratching at me...your pretty eyes...”

“Keep going baby, you’re doing so good” You cooed at him.

“Fuck please say that again” His hips bucked up into his palm, yearning for your praise. “Tell me I’m good...I wanna be good...wanna make you feel good”

“You’re so good baby. My baby...making me feel so good”

“Yeah!” He shouted, “Yeah...wanna be so good for you. Oh god Y/n...I feel so good right now I” His breath hitched, “I want your mouth” He screamed, “Want you to suck my cock so baddd”

He could hear something, it sounded wet, sloshing around lightly. His eyes shot open. He clumsily scramled to stand, swinging the door open. At his feet you sat, four fingers deep in your cunt, eyes blinking up at him innocently.

“Oh. My. God” Namjoon hissed as he came, his seed falling down onto your face as he held himself up in the doorway. He milked himself out fully, more and more cum spilling as you stuck your tongue out, grinning wide as you caught some of it on your tongue.

He finished, panting as he towered over you. “Let me help you” He offered. You shook your head.

You winked at him, licking your lips before tugging your tank top down so you could fondle your own breast. Namjoon’s eyes were glued to you, as your pussy convulsed onto your fingers, dripping out slightly.

You moaned, pulling your fingers out as your body writhed beneath him. You held your fingers up, prompting Namjoon to have a taste. He bent down slightly, tongue reaching before you quickly removed your hand and licked your fingers off, one by one, yourself. Namjoon scowled.

“Tease” He mumbled. You simply laughed, playfully spanking his bare thigh as he stepped over you, returning to the bed.

You woke up to the sound of giggles. Your eyes flashed open, instinctively reaching for the gun and aiming at the source of the unfamiliar sound. Namjoon was still asleep.

The blood drained from your face as your eyes landed on a figure, hiding in the shadows of the motel room, legs propped onto the table, leaning back. You couldn’t see his face but his shadow felt familiar to you.

“That’s really not necessary Y/n” The giggles continued, fading into a heavy sigh, “You already know I won’t hurt you”

You lowered your weapon, fingers trembling. No fucking way. The man stood up, allowing the morning sun to shine onto his glowing face. He smirked.

“Miss me?”

-

there are two paths you can take after part 10. finale (light version) is a more agreeable ending that allows the reader freedom more creative freedom in how the story ends. finale (dark version) is my original ending (4 parts) which includes reader ultimately ending up with one of the members

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death valley (m) | part 11 (dark version)

summary: a summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, namjoon x reader, slight taehyung x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au

wordcount: 9.1k

warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes. rough sex, possessive & obsessive behaviors, sublime yandere themes, edging, penetrative sex, face riding, oral sex, degradation, manipulation, dumbification (kinda), gaslighting, edging oh god edging, dirty talk. lots of it, confessions of love, verydom!yoongi, breast play, no like, yoongi suffocates himself in your tits, choking, spanking, hair pulling, praise, sir kink, petnames (princess, love), groping, inappropriate touching, discussions of past somno referred to as rape, sub!namjoon, nudity, violence, drug & alcohol usage, mentions of addiction, description of a mental facility (brief), crying, fear, im weak for this yoongi and it shows, the smut is towards the end but its worth it !!

a/n: starts trembling nervously.

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There’s a certain type of silence that is incredibly loud. The type when your head is under water, lungs clenching to the point you can hear the intense pounding in your heart. The blood pumping through your veins. The voices in your head would scream, but everything would remain still. Silent.

It was this silence that was so prominent as you looked out beneath you. The fleeting landscapes of a world you no longer knew. Ignoring the growling whir of the helicopter blades, you let your eyes fall shut, ears covered as you tried to steady yourself. Trying to revel in the temporary peace, before heading back to the place it all began. Death Valley.

The relief you felt seeing the dive bar so utterly destroyed was ironic. It was a similar feeling to earlier that morning when you had recognized the shadow of a dead man in your motel room. Taehyung.

Alive and well, he had grinned upon seeing you. Thumb brushing up your jaw as if to ensure you were real. Pressing his forehead against yours to savor the anxious beat of your heart.

A careful glance back at Namjoon’s sleeping figure caused his grip on your face to tighten, “Don’t worry. I took care of him, he won’t be bothering us for” He glanced at his watch—that fucking watch. “A good two or three hours”

The brief moment of ease was gone as soon as it came, as you noticed the deceitful glint in his eyes. He broke out into a fit of giggles, a crashing reminder of just how twisted he really was.

“There’s a helicopter outside waiting. It's about damn time you knew the truth. All the answers you’ve been looking for”—Was the promise he had made, causing you to follow him to place you never wanted to see again.

He lifted you out of the helicopter, hands lingering at your hips a moment too long before he led you inside. Pushing past the burnt ashes he led you behind the bar, into the kitchen storage room. This room was heavily guarded—a door of steel. Taehyung dialed in the key code, allowing it to click open.

Inside was an array of security monitors. It was nothing extravagant—expected as a security protocol in a bar. Until your eyes narrowed on the locations of the streams. Your apartment. Your office. The label. Taehyung’s fingers slid over the keypad, pulling up a file dated many years ago. The date—the first time you met Yoongi. The day Jimin gave you his jacket.

“Can you tell me what happened on this night, Y/n?”

Taehyung leaned close to your face, peering at you. You searched his face, trying to figure out where he was going with this. “You hooked up with Yoongi, correct? After Jimin's concert”

Your mouth felt dry as you tried to think back while Taehyung continued “I’m just wondering...If that’s what really happened or if that’s what you were told happened” Taehyung clicked on the file, a high pitched cluster of giggles falling from his sly, crooked lips.

F L A S H B A C K—

Footsteps echoed flatly against the dim concrete. A subtle blue aura to the iron clad warehouse gym. Leaning against the elastic rims of a tattered boxing ring, a man finished wrapping his wrists up, ready to spar.

“What do you want?” The man looked around, spotting the intruder whose deep voice bellowed through the space.

Finishing wrapping his wrists, Yoongi grinned. “Took you long enough. Is she safe?”

Namjoon folded his hands over his chest, huffing slightly as he nodded. “Is what Jin said true Yoongi? Because if it is…I want nothing to do with you.”

“Do I need to remind you what’s at stake for you Namjoon?” Yoongi laughed bitterly, spitting down onto the floor, “If I go, not only do you not become a star, but Park Jimin gets to live happily ever after. You don’t want that do you?”

Clenching his jaw, Namjoon hopped into the ring, pacing around as Yoongi continued to taunt him.

“That’s why you set all this in motion. That’s why you put my Y/n in danger. Because you wanted me to kill Jimin, didn’t you? You knew I would destroy him. But you needed me to do it sooner than later. And when things weren’t going your way. When Jimin interfered in your fight. You lost control. You gave Hobi that order didn’t you Namjoon?”

Namjoon looked down, gulping in shame. Yoongi’s eyes followed him in amusement. “I have to admit it’s clever. Cute almost.”

Namjoon snapped, lunging for the shorter man. He swung his fist into Yoongi’s jaw, causing him to stumble aside. “And what about you huh? Why did you drag this out so long? You could have had her”

Yoongi hissed, touching his now bruised jaw before shooting Namjoon a nasty glare. “If I killed him she would always love him you idiot. You wouldn’t understand the things someone is willing to do for true love”

“You’re insane”

“I was Namjoon” Yoongi admitted “I fully admit that I was. But right here and now, the only thing I care about is Y/n. I don’t give a fuck about the gang. I don’t give a fuck about Jimin. Or you. Or the label. I need her. She means everything to me. I don’t expect you to understand”

Namjoon suppressed a smile. From the corner of his eye he saw a shadow shuffling about in the dark. Yoongi had fallen right into his trap.

P R E S E N T D A Y—

Dust kicked up from your shoes as Taehyung led you back to the bar, coughing slightly as he rummaged through the cabinets, before pulling out a bottle of Scotch. Popping off the lid, he took a quick swig, grimacing at the taste before tilting the bottle towards you.

After showing you the footage, Taehyung broke you apart piece by piece. You wondered if it was some sort of torture tactic, the way he pounded you with information, pouring ideas into your mind like a flooded well. Forcing you to acknowledge Yoongi for what he really was. Dangerous.

“I thought you didn’t drink” You commented, arms folded over your chest.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, nudging the bottle towards you again “I know you’re sad Y/n. This will help.”

You stuck your tongue out at him before grabbing the bottle brashly and chugging a few large gulps. Exhaling, you set the bottle down, sliding into one of the barstools.

Taehyung walked over to your side, taking your hands in his own before pulling you into his chest. The heat radiating from his body engulfed you. His proximity making you stir, guiltily enjoying how your chest was pressed up against his. How his hands slipped under your shirt. How his breath misted over your neck before he pressed his lips behind your ear.

Sighing deeply, he began to run his fingers through your hair. “Jimin made a deal with Jin to help him bring down Death Valley in exchange for immunity. Jimin has been exploiting Jin for years.”

“Jin was working for Jimin? No way. Jin hurt Jimin. He caused the accident”

“Did he though?” Taehyung’s tone mocked you. “Think baby” His hands swept up and down your sides, caressing your skin before his thumbs slid under your pajamas, rolling over the edge of your panties.

You shut your eyes. Mind delirious as it raced through flashing scenes of the past. You initial confidence wavering, practically dust. You felt Taehyung smile, hand now creeping up your shirt, running his fingers over your chest.

“You know Jin didn’t cause the accident. He couldn’t have. And I think you know exactly who did” Taehyung leaned back, bringing his lips barely over yours. Eyes staring deep into your soul. He began to scent over your neck and shoulders. Nose trailing across your skin, leaving a path of sparks in its wake.

"Taehyung" You whined, suppressing the moan you so badly wanted to scream out. You could feel your pussy tightening as his voice vibrated through you.

"Fuck baby" He groaned, pulling you onto the counter suddenly. The bottle of liquor knocking over, shattering to pieces. Taehyung slotted himself between your thighs, catching your lips in an eager kiss.

Without a second thought, you began popping off the buttons of his shirt, deepening the kiss with the delicate swirl of your tongues. Taehyung's fingers curled into your hair, pulling you in. It was a heated exchange, born out of a strong desire to escape. You sank into the feeling of him. For a moment. Just a moment before you shook your head, pulling away. "No. I-I can't do this." Taehyung gulped, but nodded in understanding.

"Yeah. Of course. My bad"

You had finally settled on one man to have your heart. The man of your dreams. Sexy, mysterious, talented Min Yoongi. Sure he was dangerous. Sure he was possessive. But you loved him.

Or that’s what you thought, before Taehyung ripped your fantasy apart shred by shred. You were absolutely certain that he wanted something from you. He was trying to get into your head, but the question was why. What did he want now?

“There's a disc” He began slowly, fixing up his attire “I don’t know where it is. But if you can get close enough to Yoongi to find it...” You held your hand up, halting his words immediately.

“You expect me to go back to him?” You scoffed incredulously. “You want me to just act like I didn’t see what you just showed me and be all loving and pretty for Yoongi? Seriously? You’re a selfish motherfucker, that’s what you are. I’m not doing anything for you, and I want you to take me back to Namjoon right now.”

The mere idea of seeing Yoongi now made you want to throw up. Someone so sinister, so manipulative. You didn’t know if you were afraid of him, or afraid that you would toss it all aside and be okay with it. Love him despite his imperfections.

“The disc contains all the information about Death Valley. Account numbers, contacts, delivery points, shipping routes. All of it. We have this, we take Death Valley. Destroy Yoongi. In exchange, I’ll give you safety. You and Jimin both. You can walk away from the gang life untouched. I’ll even” Taehyung reached under the bar to pull out a stuffed bag. Setting it onto the cracked counter, he harshly unzipped it, revealing stacks of cash, neatly arrayed—filling the bag up to the brim. “Let you take a few of these”

The scent of the crisp bills was intoxicating. Seeing so much money up close had you dizzy, whether you wanted to admit it or not. You were at a loss for words. Utterly speechless.

F L A S H B A C K—

Jimin was left in a state of shock—watching as you jumped from the window, running off with Namjoon. His heart pounded through his body, a faint ringing in his ears as he tried to steady his balance.

“Finally” Jimin turned to see Yoongi, gun aimed in his direction, a violent grin on his face. “I should have done this a long time ago.”

“Yoongi” Jimin raised his hands in defense “Why are you doing this? You and I are friends. I know who you are now, but I’m not mad okay I just…I’m trying to understand here”

Yoongi scoffed, tossing the gun aside in a fit of rage before running up to Jimin and grabbing him by the collar, shoving him hard against the partially cracked window behind him. Jimin winced, feeling the sharp jolts of pain cutting through his back.

“Understand? Understand this then. I win. She’s mine. You’re biggest fan in the whole world Jimin. Think about that. Let that sink in” Yoongi slammed Jimin’s body again, digging his nails into his chest. “You spoilt. Ungrateful. Piece of shit. You’re nothing. I destroyed you. And you deserved every bit of it”

Jimin gulped, hands attempting to push Yoongi away. “If you have an issue with me, take it up with me. Don’t bring her into this.” Yoongi’s eyes flashed with anger, causing him to push Jimin down onto the floor with all of his strength.

“I love her” Yoongi hissed, grabbing his gun again as his whole body began to tremble. “I have loved her since the moment I saw her. She loves me too. Not you. She hates you. I hate you”

“No” Jimin stated calmly, backing away slowly “You don’t hate me Yoongi. And you don’t love Y/n”

Bullets rang as Jimin quickly rolled aside, hiding behind a fake palm as Yoongi began to shoot sporadically towards him. The gun ran out of bullets, causing him to scream in frustration.

“Don’t fucking tell me shit you don’t know. Of course I love her Jimin. You don’t know what all I’ve done for her.” He dropped to his knees “Everything. All of this. The money. The fame. Ruining you. Was all for her. She had to see who you really were”

Yoongi chuckled, rolling onto his back so Jimin could see the array of tattoos on his skin. Eyes narrowing on the one that had your name, beautifully carved out. Angelic, for the angel that was you. His flame. His queen. His everything. “She knows everything about me. And she’s okay with it. She really loves me Jimin. Not you! NOT YOU”

“When did you get that huh?” He stated blandly, voice void of any emotion. “Before…or after you raped her?”

Yoongi’s eyes were quivering. This time Jimin regained his strength, standing carefully so he could grab Yoongi by the throat.

“What?” Jimin chuckled softly, but his expression was far from amused. “Thought I wouldn’t remember? Thought all the heroin you gave me that night would make it a blur?” Yoongi’s eyes clenched shut. Recalling bitterly how Jimin had barged into the room, many years ago. Unsure of what he had seen, but furious. It had been the turning point of their relationship.

Yoongi hated having regrets. But if there was one thing he could undo. It would have been slipping those pills into your drink that night. He was naive then. You would have come to him naturally but he was too insecure to believe that. He changed. For you. You would forgive him right? He was the man of your dreams.

“I always thought…no.. I knew you were talented. I always felt like an imposter. I hated my fame. God knows I hated it. I wanted you to be happy Yoongi…you were family to me. I ignored what you did for so long, and I’ve hated myself for it deep down.”

Yoongi was well aware of all this. It was exactly how he had pushed Jimin down the dark road of drugs. Using his internal guilt, his naivety, and his blind faith in him to puppet the rockstar into his own demise. He created the monster before him. Composed him through pills. Money. Sex. Torture. Murder.

“And you’re telling me that, even knowing what you did. You chased after her? What right do you have to be in her life Yoongi.” Jimin tightened his grip, causing Yoongi to choke out “That’s not love Yoongi. You’re sick. You don’t love her. You don’t hate me. You wanna know what I think though?” Jimin let Yoongi go as his eyes began to roll back, body convulsing for air. “You hate yourself.”

Jimin glanced down the hall to see Hobi approaching. He grinned as Yoongi seemed to relax, seeing one of his own men here to save him.

“Hobi” Yoongi hissed, still coughing “Kill him” Hobi remained still, causing Yoongi to slowly fume with irritation “DID YOU NOT HEAR ME? I SAID KILL HIM NOW”

Jimin sighed, standing up and brushing off his jeans. With a quick nod to Hobi, the two men headed down the hall, leaving Yoongi, prisoner to his own vices.

Once in the car, Jimin let out a large sigh of relief “Did you see the look on his fucking face?” Jimin chuckled, “He was shocked”

Hobi smirked, glancing in the rearview mirror. His gaze locked on a pair of eyes— filled with cynical amusement as the man’s hand came from behind and covered Jimin’s face with a cloth of chloroform. Jimin squirmed, screaming out before instantly falling limp to the side.

“How was the look on his face hm?” An amused voice came from the back seat.

“Priceless” Hobi gave him an approving nod before starting the engine.

P R E S E N T D A Y—

Shimmering rays of the late morning sun filtered through, causing Namjoon to stir slightly. Reaching out, his brows furrowed at the lack of warmth. The warmth that was supposed to be you. His anxiety kicked in, causing him to jolt awake, scanning the room for you.

His shoulders relaxed when he saw you— wrapped up in your robe, looking like an utter goddess as you paced across the balcony, enjoying the slight breeze. A glass of water in your hands.

His heart fluttered. Stretching his neck, he slid out of bed, leaning against the door, admiring you until you finally noticed him. You were hardly far from him but he already missed you.

You were all he could think about when he fell asleep last night, the prospect of the two of you running away, fucking senselessly until the dawn ingrained deep in his soul. He wrapped his arms around you, allowing you to lean back into his embrace as he kissed all over your shoulder.

“How are you so fucking beautiful?” He mumbled, whining slightly “It’s not fair” You let him peck you on the cheek as the two of you looked out onto the horizon. The day beginning to glow over the expanse of forest that surrounded the motel.

He continued to nuzzle and cover you in light kisses, unable to pry himself away. You were soft in his arms, melting into him as he showered you with love. He loved that silence with you felt so comfortable.

“I got an idea for a song after last night” He nudged you, inhaling your scent as his kisses moved behind your ear, causing you to squirm against the ticklish sensation. “About you”

“Is that right?” You entertained him, glad he couldn’t see the lack of interest in your face. You were too shocked. Too conflicted. Mind bursting with emotions—one second you were angry, spiteful, then next you were sad, hurt, throbbing in pain.

“About us. Running away together. Escaping the pain to find happiness”

“Wow that’s really great Joon”

“Everything okay?” Namjoon turned you, scanning you with worry. You flashed him a fake smile, nodding. “Don’t lie to me” He sighed, hugging you in close.

Tears filled your eyes. In a moment of bitter resentment you grabbed Namjoon’s face and pressed your lips against his. The boy stumbled back before grabbing you, holding you gently as he kissed you back—evidently uncertain.

He looked delectable, his morning hair wiped and tangled, bare chest gleaming in the sunlight over his tight boxers that did little to hide his eagerness. You pursed your lips into a grin before untying your robe, allowing to slide to the very edge of your shoulders. Namjoon’s eyes widened, you were in nothing but underwear. A nice pair—the one you had put on for Yoongi no doubt.

Namjoon’s face was absolutely flushed. His hands trembling, heart pounding through his head “W-what was that for?” He stuttered. You cooed at how weak he was for you. It gave you a rush, knowing that amongst all this crazy, you had a strong, handsome man who was wrapped around your finger.

Keeping your eyes on him, you curled your fingers around the underside of your breasts, pushing them up, chuckling at the way Namjoon whined. He stepped towards you slowly, hands coming up to hover over your chest— careful not to touch you as he sought out permission.

“Do you want me?” He asked quietly, voice breathless, eyes quivering. “C-can I?” You stared at him, a devilish grin on your face as you taunted him. Not responding but instead watching the way his hands began to tremble. “Y/n” He whimpered, resting his hands just beneath your breasts as he pleaded for your consent. His thumbs traced the underside of your bra, urging you subtly. “Please”

“Such a good boy aren’t you.” You stroked his face, cooing affectionately as he pouted, “Good boys keep their hands” You slapped his wrists away “Off”

Namjoon groaned as you dropped to your knees. “W-wait. Why Y/n?” You shushed him, tugging down his boxers towards his knees, allowing for his long cock to spring up, hitting you softly against your face. “Y/n!” He cried, finally gaining your attention.

“This is what you want isn’t it?” You hissed, spitting onto his cock before rubbing the wet glob over his rough, veiny length. You could feel him pulse in your grasp, tugging languidly as he watched you with teary eyes.

“Stop” He cried “Please. You’re not telling me something. What about Yoongi?” Your eyes flashed. Suddenly your strokes picked up pace, causing Namjoon to wince as you pulled and pushed at his cock, generating heat under your slick palms. Your focus was gone— no longer on the whimpering boy in front of you but on the man who was ingrained into your skin. Yoongi.

Without warning you shoved Namjoon’s cock into your mouth, continuing to stroke him while bobbing your head back and forth against his pistoling length. Namjoon reached to grab your hair back but you slapped his ass hard when he did.

“Hands. Off.” You growled, continuing to wrap your tongue, tracing every inch of his eager cock. Hollowing your cheeks in order to feel him slide down even deeper. You were messy— gagging and gurgling as you slobbered all over his cock. Harshly lapping your tongue around as you sucked him off, allowing the tip of your tongue to tease his slit. Your palms fondled his balls slightly, eliciting a deep moan from him before you released his cock with a resounding pop, instead latching onto his balls and licking them all over.

“Oh my god” Namjoon was about to lose balance, reaching out to steady himself on your shoulder before recalling your warning. Stumbling back, your tongue returned to his length, slowly licking long stripes over the burning skin. You planted your lips onto him, tracing the sides of his cock with wet kisses. Allowing your moist lips to coat him in warm, wet, desire. “Mmm gonna cum”

You scoffed, his cocked flat on your tongue as you looked up at him. “Already? Are you really that pathetic Joon?” He shook his head rapidly, face reddening as he held his breath, trying his best not to burst all over your face. “Don’t you dare cum”

“Nnngh—” Namjoon wrapped his hand over his mouth, trying to hold his urges back. The thought alone was pushing him along— spraying his hot cum all over your pretty face. The though of you licking it off your lips before spitting it out. You stood up, brushing your knees slightly.

You hooked your fingers into the edge of your thong, dragging it down your legs before twirling them on the edge of your pinky, flaunting in front of Namjoon’s face. The boy shamelessly stuck his tongue out, hoping you would stuff his face but instead you pulled your hand back.

“You want these?” Namjoon nodded eagerly. “Then fetch” With a flick of your wrist, you tossed the panties back into the bedroom, following behind them. Namjoon began to move but you stopped him. “No—crawl. Bring them to me”

“Are you serious?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” You snapped right back, making yourself comfortable on the bed as Namjoon contemplated his existence.

Slowly he lowered onto all fours, his hand cock dangling beneath him as he crawled into the room, picking the panties up with his mouth, using his tongue to slurp them in before looking at you for approval.

When you gave him a nod, he began to crawl towards the bed, climbing up onto it until he was towering over your body. He relaxed his jaw, allowing the garment to fall—now covered in his saliva—onto your face. He looked at you with dark, lustful eyes.

“Happy?” Namjoon grumbled, embarrassed at his actions. You sent him air kisses, teasing him slightly.

“Very. You were such a good boy. Now tell me what you want” Namjoon mumbled something under his breath. You tilted your ears toward him, unable to understand. “What was that baby?”

He looked away, blushing furiously “I want you to sit on my f-face.” Embarrassment overtook him as he said the words, causing him to hide his face in your stomach. You cooed at him, stroking his hair slightly.

“Okay” Namjoon’s head perked up—turning to you, bewildered. “Go lie down”

“Wait really?” The excitement in his voice was adorable to you. You nodded as he eagerly flipped over, laying flat on his back.

“Ready?”

“Please” Namjoon couldn’t help himself, he pulled your hips down, suffocating himself with your creamy cunt. You stifled a laugh, feeling a brush of air as he inhaled you sharply. His tongue carefully licked a clean stripe up your folds. His soft hums vibrating against your thighs as he went again, and again. Like a puppy, licking you up like ice cream.

"You t-taste so good" Grabbing your ass, he pulled your face down more, allowing him to shove his tongue into your sopping heat, relishing your wetness as he explored you. Flicking harshly as he shoveled through your folds, drinking you up like nectar.

His whines drove you crazy, but not more than the squelching sounds of his tongue crashing against your tender flesh, poking around as his lips sucked you thoroughly. His speed was persistent, you could feel the hot heaviness of his muscle penetrating you with every move he made.

Breathing heavily, he moved so his lips could pucker over your sensitive clit, sucking harshly as you bucked your hips. "Fuck Joon..." You gasped, feeling him smile against you as his tongue lathered all over you, softly flicking at your clit.

"Cum" He pleaded "Please, God please cum on my face. That'd be so hot" You scoffed, but not for long as he gave you a hard suck, teeth lightly pressing into you. You gripped the sheets hard, trying not to fall as he continued to eat you out.

Your head was pounding, you felt heat build between your thighs, causing them to shake violently. You hissed, whimpers wanting to leave your lips but you held them back, eyes falling shut so you could bask in the feeling. You were so close. So close. "Namjoon...keep going, don't you fucking stop" Like the good boy he was, he licked faster, allowing his tongue to thrash against your clit, giving you the stimulation you needed to push over the edge.

You screamed, muffling your voice with the mattress as Namjoon's tongue quickly slid back into your pussy, wanting to feel the way you began to throb, walls squeezing down tight as you dripped out onto him. He groaned, sipping up every last drop of you before you sighed heavily, crawling off of him.

He stood up, hand around his extremely flushed cock. Pout heavy, so desperate to cum. You almost wanted to blow at him just to see him spurt without a single touch.

Instead you decided to be wicked. Hopping onto your knees, you kissed him, licking your arousal from his lips. His face was completely fucked out, ruined with your glossy mess all over.

"You want me to finish you off baby?" He nodded impatiently. You tugged his lip, bringing him in close, before you let him go. "Well isn't that too fucking bad"

"W-what?" Namjoon's voice was dry, saturated with desperation "You're kidding." He raised his eyebrows, but seeing your sinister grin, his eyes began to tear up. "P-please. I'm so hard for you, please. What the fuck Y/n pleaseee"

You shrugged. "Not my problem" You giggled, giving his cock one final tug before leaving the bed. Pushing past him and missing the way he spilled over onto his palm the second you left.

Namjoon was simply stunned. Never in his dreams would he have thought that you would actually ever want him. Not when you had Yoongi. Jimin. Even Jungkook. A sliver of opportunity presented himself, and Namjoon found himself lost in a cloud of wishful thinking.

-

No part of you wanted to see him. The prospect of running far away with Namjoon was immensely tempting. But not as tempting as bringing hell to the same people who brought you hell. Namjoon dropped you back at your apartment complex. He hardly said a word, still shook up from earlier as you left the car, waving him goodbye.

Back in front of Yoongi’s door, you chuckled bitterly recalling all the times you had come to him. Such a desperate, eager brat. Wanting an ounce of his attention. If only you knew. Your fists clenched, teeth gritting and just as you were about to pound on the door—you froze.

You heard crying.

All your thoughts pushed aside, your body screamed at you to go comfort him. You rapped at the door quickly, calling out to him “Yoongi. It’s me. What’s wrong?” His sobs seemed to get louder, growing alongside your impatience. “Yoongi! Talk to me—hey. I’m here. Baby I’m right here” Your heart clenched with worry. Was he hurt? Did he get shot?

Relief swept over you as you heard the door unlock, slowly opening to reveal Yoongi— bruised up, battered, with tears running down his face.

You had anticipated this moment. Seeing him after everything you now knew about him. But once it finally arrived, all you could find yourself doing was throwing yourself into his arms. He sniffled slightly, hugging you tenderly as he kicked the door shut. Holding you tight as you simply exchanged a moment of silent affection. His scent filling you with comfort. Much to your dismay.

Yoongi pulled away to look at you, his eyes fluttered to your lips before catching them in a deep, soulful kiss. He poured into you, kissing you like you were the last drop of water and he was dying of thirst.

You lost yourself in the sweet, blissful feeling of him. His arms slid down, intertwining his fingers with yours before bringing your fused fists up to his lips.

“I‘m sorry” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, not expecting those words from the man holding you. “I’m so fucking sorry”

He scoffed, “This is so pathetic” His breath hitched. The more he tried to convince himself to stop, the harder he began to sob. His whole body trembling around you as you attempted to calm him down, hands stroking his cheek, holding him close.

“Y-you don’t like this. Someone so emotional”

Laughing slightly you kissed his cheek “It’s okay. I’m not judging you. But I need you to tell me what’s wrong”

“I don’t wanna hide from you” Yoongi confessed, voice saturated with cries “I’ve done terrible things” He choked out “And I regret them so much. I—I need you to know that.” You pursed your lips, wondering to what he was referring to exactly. “If I told you, would you still love me?”

Your mouth was dry. The man looked at you with such intense earnesty. Could you really lie to his face? Would you be lying if you said yes?

“Of course I would” You felt your heart drop as the lies left your mouth, especially when you saw the relief in Yoongi’s eyes. He led you to the couch, sitting you down in his lap so he could bury his face in the crook of your neck as you pat his back in comfort.

“I don’t know what all you’ve been told” Yoongi mumbled, “Clearly you spent time with that fucking cop—God I’m glad he’s dead.” Yoongi felt his anger rising, inhaling slowly to settle himself down. “He wasn’t entirely wrong…about me”

No shit. “What do you mean?”

You felt Yoongi tighten his hold on you, almost as if he was afraid of letting you go. “I knew who you were right when I offered you this internship. I-I was not the most stable person. Jimin—” Yoongi wracked his brain, searching for proper phrasing “Jimin thought you were pretty. Which is why the night you and I met, I—“

Your heart was racing. Unsure if you wanted him to say it, or wanted to pretend just a little while longer that things were okay. That you were finally reunited with him, and could just ignore the details. Ignore the truth.

“I roofied you”

Your mouth felt clammy.

“And…I fucked you while you were unconscious” Yoongi didn’t dare look into your eyes.

“Let go of me” Your voice was cold, giving Yoongi shivers as he obeyed. You left his lap, pacing around while he watched you nervously. He didn’t know how you would react. But he couldn’t let you leave him, no matter what.

“I just have one question” Yoongi raised his eyebrows, looking up as you towered over him. “Why do you love me?”

He stuttered, not anticipating a question like that. His mind whirred, a million answers popping to the forefront of his mind immediately. He couldn’t even find the right words before you interrupted—“Let me rephrase. Would you love me if there was no Jimin?”

“DON’T” Yoongi’s eyes darkened, tightening his fists in an effort to keep himself from blowing a fuse— “Don’t say his name. Don’t ever say his name to me”

“Jimin thought I was pretty. So you forced yourself on me. Look me in the eye and tell me that the only reason you did—all of this—wasn’t just to show him up. Look me in the eye and tell me that you would love me even if I hadn’t been that girl. If I had meant nothing to him.”

Yoongi gaped at you. You tapped your foot impatiently, scoffing at his inability to respond.

“Yeah. That’s what I thou—“ You began before he glared at you, putting a finger to his lips, cocking his head to the side in irritation.

“Not. Another. Word.” The harsh snap of his voice pierced through you, loud against your ears but still not quite yelling. Deep within his eyes you could see the anger boiling, a sinister malice.

Swiftly he stood, grasping your throat to pull you up onto your toes. You stared each other down, before he let out a slow, controlled, exhale. In a small voice he then spoke.

“Is that what you think?” Shaking his head with disappointment, he chuckled—looking off into the distance momentarily before meeting your eyes again. Stepping forward, he held you off the ground, blocking you pathetic attempts to breathe as he hissed at you. His eyes red with rage, glossed with pain.

“Well?” He taunted, pushing forward again. His gaze didn’t once falter. He was unamused. In a moment of boldness you shot back at him. He smirked, seeing as you were at a loss for words. Sighing, he released you—not before caging you against the wall with his hand, the other running through his hair before slowly gripping your jaw.

“I do love you. Understand?” You nodded, utterly mesmerized by him. It was as though he radiated with this power over you that had you trembling at the knees. He lightly pat your cheek. “Use your words”

“Y-yes” He slammed his fist close to your head, just missing as you squealed in shock. “Y-yes sir”

“Good” He hummed, satisfied by your response. Eyes softening he let his hands wall to your hips, leaning his head against your shoulder.

“You’re my whole world.” His words were charged, contrasting the bland nonchalance of the tone with which he spoke them. Your heart felt stuffed—overflowing. “My muse. My motivation. You are everything”

Suddenly he bit into your neck, eliciting a sharp hiss from you as he sucked against your skin. “Don’t ever doubt me again. Are we clear?”

“Yes sir” You gasped as he left you with a stinging bruise, licking over the flesh fondly before looking you up and down.

Stepping away, he seated himself back onto the couch, leaning back with his thighs spread wide. He curled his fingers, beckoning you forward.

“You don’t think I love you hm? Is that right?”

Your mind was completely blank as you crawled on top of him. He yanked your head forward into a rough kiss, wrestling his tongue deep into your mouth while his nails dug into your skull. You whimpered, which only made him kiss you harder, teeth pinching your lips as he swallowed you in.

“Strip” His commands were simple yet daunting. He enjoyed the fear in your eyes as you pulled his shirt off of your body, unclipping your bra— which he watched fall to the floor before scanning up your legs. A smirk emerged on his lips as you slid your panties off, now standing before him, completely naked—vulnerable. All for him.

“Take off my pants” You hesitated momentarily, spotting his bulge beneath his dark jeans. His fingers trailed over the button before sliding it open—you couldn’t help but feel a clench in your core at the sight of his long fingers, and the array of silver rings that adorned them. “Do as I say love”

You fell to your knees almost robotically, sliding off his jeans as he lifted his hips. His cock popped out, long and hard against his stomach. Sitting in front of him now he cooed at you, leaning back as he tugged off his shirt. Your breath hitched—you weren’t sure if it was the sight of his impressive body, or the fierce look in his eyes that had you surging with wetness.

“C’mere” He called at you, dumbing his voice as you crawled onto his lap. “So fucking pretty, look at you” He traced your figure with interest, running his hands up and down your body as though he was molding your shape.

Eager to please him, you bent down, letting your tongue run over his slit before you felt a sharp tug on your hair, pulling you off. Yoongi clicked his tongue. “None of that princess. I wanna look at you, my pretty darling. Want your sweet pussy, can you do that for me hm? Will you let me have you?”

“N-now?” You stuttered. Yoongi glared at you. “I-I’m too t-tight..sir”

“Didn’t I tell you not to talk back to me love?”

“Sorry…sir” You whimpered, stroking his cock slowly as you lined it up with your tight cunt. You lowered yourself slightly, feeling the burn of his rock hard length push against your folds. You hissed out in pain, but could feel Yoongi’s hand on your head, pushing you down.

“Thatttt’s it love. You’re doing so good—my sweet little princess” Yoongi’s eyes rolled back as you bottomed out, pussy pulsing against his thick member. “Oh you poor thing, does it hurt love?” You nodded dumbly as he pulled you into a sweet kiss, softly running his tongue around your plush lips before capturing them with his own. “But you’re gonna take it aren’t you? Are you gonna be good for me?”

“Yes sir. W-wanna be good. So—” Yoongi’s lips traced down your neck, the soft, thick flesh feeling warm against your trembling skin. He carefully made his way down your chest, meticulously capturing every inch of you in his soft, loving kisses. “So good. So fucking good oh Godddd—Yoongi” You cried out as his hands slid up your breasts, grabbing at them while pinching them between his fingers. Inhaling sharply, he latched back onto your jaw, fueled by the series of desperate whimpers coming from your lips.

“Mmm that’s what I like to hear. Such a good girl, my little princess” His thumb rolled over your nipples, causing you to tilt you head back, giving him more access to nibble against you before tugging at your breasts. Your breathless gasps filled the room, like a hot vapor you melted into his touch. Left your whole world to fall into the hands of the man who now kissed your lips again, biting at you, groaning into your mouth.

“I love you” He mumbled against your lips, eyes closed as he dropped chaste kisses between his repeated affection. “I love you I love you I love you”

Your nails scratched up his back, combing through his hair as you pulled him impossibly closer. Pushing his head down so he could take your nipple into his mouth. One hand folding the other, he grazed his teeth across the hardened nub, tugging at the flesh and releasing it back. Pressing his lips against them he sucked hard, the pressure driving you into a frenzy.

Widening his mouth, he allowed his hot tongue to lather over the sensitive expanse of your heaving breast. Engulfing you deep into his mouth before drawing back just to do it all over again.

You felt like your head was spinning, watching as he deliciously suckled at you, looking up from time to time to see the fucked out look on your face. You were almost drooling, watching the way his head bobbed against you, hair tickling your chest as he gnawed at the plump mounds. A few loud kisses later, he licked a long strip, rolling over your nipple back up your jugular until his could kiss you again. His palm rolled against the now swollen, wet skin before he dove into the other side.

He took his time with you, loving the way you rolled your hips in slight circles, purring as he ravished you, filling you with pleasure with every lick, every touch, every sigh. His hands cupped your bottom, helping you rise off of his cock slightly so that you could settle back down. His grip was tight on you, raising you up again, revealing in the slick sounds as he dropped you back down. Allowing your breasts to swing into his face, covering him in his own spit. You drew him in, allowing his nose to press up against your sternum as you continued to bounce on him slowly.

“Princess—” Yoongi’s breath was hot against you, as he rose, gasping for air before muffling himself with your breasts again. He gripped them, shaking them roughly as he groaned, loving the way you suffocated him.

A tight slap on your ass indicated for you to ride him faster. The soft squelching of your impact echoing through the quiet room as you began to bounce faster, rolling your hips, clenching down as his hands crawled up your back for support.

“Y-yoongi” You whined, causing him to chuckle, kissing you again. He let his nose trace your face, inhaling your comforting scent as he pressed his chest against yours, the friction from your oscillating tits charting a beautiful heat between the two of you.

“Yeah, that’s it princess—you’re so fucking perfect, you know that right? Cum for me love. Give me everything” Pressing one last kiss to the edge of your cheek, he allowed you to nuzzle into his neck, biting down as you let out a loud moan, cumming hard as your pussy convulsed on him.

“Ohhh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Yoongi. Yoongi. Yoongi” You were practically screaming into his neck. His tongue grazed over your ear, teasing you as you continued on, riding him for all he was worth.

“There you go…just like that. You’re doing so well love, wanna hear those pretty sounds” He held you firmly, allowing you to ride out your high, cursing under his breath as he felt your heat leak all over him, twitching as waves of pleasure wiped your mind clean.

He then lifted you off of his cock, kissing you hard, lingering against your lips as he crawled over you—pushing you onto your back. Peppering your face with kisses, he gripped your thighs, flipping you flat onto your stomach.

He groaned, noticing the slickness of your cum spread over your loosened cunt. His palm smacked against your ass, causing you to whine while your pussy leaked out ever more. Yoongi scoffed.

“Look at you princess,—all messy and ready for me. You want my cock?” His lips pressed against the top of your ass, hands pulling your knees far apart. You nodded feverishly, causing him to hum in approval. “Yeah? You want it? My little princess wanna get fucked hard?” He smacked your ass again as you raised your hips. Gripping your waist, he steadied you.

“Please. Oh god, please” You blabbered, looking back at him, eyes pleading. You looked completely ruined, but Yoongi thought you had never looked more beautiful in your life. “Fuck me hard sir. W-wanna be a good girl. Wanna be good for you”

“Awwh my little princess, so needy” Yoongi clicked his tongue, cooing at you as he ran his fingers through your hair before grabbing it and tugging it back so your back slammed against his chest. Quickly he held your breasts, keeping you in his grasp before pushing his tip into you.

He swallowed your whines, lips slotting against yours as he continued to push in. His length filled you easily, allowing him to slide in and out. He bucked his hips harshly, slamming his hips against yours as his grip of you tightened. The flesh of your breasts slipping through his fingers as he rammed into you, exchanging eager groans and pleasured sighs as his lips lingered on yours, mouths open as you breathed each other in.

You opened your eyes. His gaze was intense—almost predatory as he continued to pound you hard. His hands slid to your neck, gripping it tightly as he kept your face turned towards him.

“Yoongi please” You sighed, allowing him to choke you slightly as he pulled you back closer “Want your cum. Want you to cum inside me”

“Don’t you worry princess” He growled, biting your lip “I’m gonna fill you up so good. You’re all mine now. Say it”

“I’m yours Yoongi. All yours. No one else. I don’t want anyone else.”

“And I’m yours Y/n” He whispered. You blushed— he hardly ever said your name. You weren’t sure if you had heard it from his lips ever before. That alone had your body trembling with heated desire. A magnetic want—need for the man who held you. The man whose cock violently thrusted deep into your core, making your thighs tremble as he chased his high. “Don’t ever think I don’t love you. Ever. I love— everything about you. Always will”

“I-I love you too Yoongi” Your words pushed him over the edge— he groaned loudly, releasing your throat as he came. Buckling over you, sending the two of you down with a thud. He had never cum so hard in his life, globs of hot white filling your every crevice, spilling out. You could feel his length twitch within you, face heating as you enjoyed the way his seed shot into you, the pressure incredibly fulfilling.

Slowly, he watched as he pulled out of you— cum dripping out your battered cunt. He licked the pearly sweat off of your shoulders before nuzzling into the back of your head, wrapping his arms around you as he rolled to the side. He pressed his lips on top of your head, hands stroking your hips, caressing them gently.

“Shit” You exhaled, turning over to face him. He has a lazy smile on his face— one that made you want to attack him with little kisses. “I love you so much” Your hands cupped his face, stroking his jaw as you stared into his sweet, gorgeous eyes. “It’s you. It’s always gonna be you”

Yoongi pulled you towards him, allowing your bodies to mold against each other, fitting snug as you kissed his beating heart. He reached his arm to turn off the lights, not before grabbing his phone and seeing a message from an unknown number.

I can kill PJM. 2M.

He squinted at the screen as you whined in complaint. “Yoongiiiii” You nuzzled into his chest. He stroked the back of your head, ignoring you as he tried to think. A quick kiss to your head shut you up, after which he dialed a quick two letter response, setting his phone aside so he could slide back under the covers to shower you with love.

Deal.

—

Taehyung was honestly surprised you finally agreed to his terms. He wasn’t sure how you planned to do it, but you seemed stubborn in your ability to manipulate Yoongi into finding where he hides the disc. He didn’t feel great about needing you to go back to him, knowing what he did— but sacrifices had to be made. He knew what was at stake.

Taehyung hadn’t been entirely shocked that Jimin found out about him— through Hobi nonetheless. Jimin didn’t care about the betrayal, in that moment all he wanted was you. He had revealed his plan. Jimin claimed that Jin had been suffering from a cocaine addiction for years. Jimin used that fact to loop Jin into serving as his mole. Keeping him out of trouble while he poisoned the city.

Jimin was a cunning guy. Taehyung would sometimes lose sight of this considering how fucking annoying he could be. He sicced Jin onto Death Valley—promising him an opportunity at a huge career move, in exchange for bringing down the rival gang. But what Taehyung never quite understood was how Jimin happened to be in Death Valley the same day you first arrived. It was far too coincidental.

How did Jin know that you were important? That you were worth being a bargaining chip? Someone had to have tipped him off but how could it have been Jimin? He had no idea about Yoongi—no idea about you.

Jimin had used Jin’s addiction to his advantage— using his instability as a weapon of chaotic destruction. Taehyung honestly enjoyed the unpredictability of the man’s actions. It made things far more entertaining for him.

Jimin had intended on sending Jin to rehabilitation after he had put you in harms way. That his puppeteering had gone too far. His change of heart was pathetic— Taehyung thought. Another testament to how weak he was.

Setting his thoughts aside, he smiled at the nurse in front of him as she opened the door. Taehyung was able to find out what facility Jin had been sent to and decided to pay him a friendly visit. The cell was small— plainly furnished, comfortable, with a bed and a cabinet. Jin sat, a pair of die twisting irreverently between his fingers. He paused to see who had come in, eyes widening.

“Who let you in here?” Jin hissed. “Nurse!” He reached for the emergency button on the side of his bed, but not before Taehyung reached inside of his coat pocket, he pulled out a syringe of a brown, viscous liquid.

“You want?”

Jin gulped, watching as Taehyung neared the syringe. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t! His mind screamed. He was just barely starting to gain control of himself again.

“Is that—“ Taehyung nodded as Jin took the syringe from him. He carefully injected it into his wrist, watching as a single drop of blood trickled down onto the white sheets. He inhaled sharply, eyes clenching shut as he basked in the shooting high. His mind began to wander. Taehyung watched with interest, not ever having tried any of his products himself.

Jin sighed, eyes flashing open. A wicked smile growing on his face.

“Now” Taehyung cleared his throat—“Let’s break you out of here Officer”

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a/n: *screams* okay so. just setting things up for some really wild action coming up. who kidnapped jimin? tf is taehyung planning? team yoongi how are we? who did yoongi text to kill jimin?

next part - jungkook and jimin time. is that a spoiler. probably. (tb to part 0 vibes) oh...and jin. yes. we getting jin smut yall. prepare yourself. ;)

also to my loyal death valley readers. i appreciate you so much for your patience. my whiny ass will whine no longer. sorry for all the confusion <3 ily you sexy ppl

smut pairs for next part are U P. you know the drill. lmk your thoughts. thank you for reading & i hope you have an amazing day :)

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bts smut recs | needy!jungkook

there is something about when our lovely jeon jungkook is portrayed to be a hormone crazy, super needy, greedy, whiny character that is so fucking hot. tmw readers. i know you’ll love these. the hyper-horniness and blatant hunger for sex is so sexy. these are all jungkook x reader 18+ SMUT recs based on this theme. more to be added as i find them!!! 

🔺 = yandere/taboo themes *ALL ARE SMUT

MILF (series) by @koosbabygrl | 🔺 ive read this so many times. like. SO MANY TIMES. this is PEAK needy!koo energy. its so fucking hot i cant even put it into words. theres this mommy kink moment and i CANT get over it holy shittttttttt. also the sequels are GREAT, in part 2 when he has her riding his cock while she does her makeup oh my fucking godDDDDDDD. amazing.

this specific needy!koo drabble by @voidswan | 🔺 i know its not a full fic but its literally so hot i cry. bunny!koo just wants to fuck so bad poor thing I DONT KNOW WHY IM JUST OBSESSED OK the stuttering gets me every fucking time. screams. 

clean up by @lonelyhobi & @scribblemetae | he’s drunk and he feels so guilty abt it but he cant help himself!! god its FEVERISHLY good. he’s all whiny and crying and he needs u so bad and the way its described is so fucking hot. the dirty talk is inSANE. dry humping. fuck. amazing amazing.

thunderstorms are scary by @lonelyhobi & @scribblemetae | same couple, but this innocent needy kook is just scared and comes to sleep w noona and then ends up groping you and poor kookie just cat stop bc you feel so good. he ruts into ur ass and whines and ugh. brilliantttttt. honestly recommend this whole masterlist of step-bro fics from them its amazing. theres also a fun loss-of-innocent taehyung one :))))

training wheels by @fithehunnybee | theres a twinge of like sneaky manipulation in this one which i love. y/n kinda a bitch but she drives poor lil koo up the mf WALL. we have some cumming in pants action which i know you all LOVE hehehehe. also i love that it builds the tension so well with koo getting so desperate and y/n teasing..poor lil bunny

the dark prince (series) by @jkeuphoriadreamland | 🔺 LISTEN. first of all, read all their works bc, chefs kiss, but focusing on the needy koo in this, he DEVELOPS mmkay, he starts off all innocent but once he has a taste oh boy does he know what he wants (its you, btw *wink). poor boy cant see at first but he cant fucking help himself your touch drives him insane. how can you resist? the slow burn. the build up. the teasing. IMMACULATE. 

thank you, baby (series) by @scribblemetae | 🔺 im gonna clickbait you ALL into reading this. its twisted in the best way. a few personal highlights for me are when y/n is wearing the VR goggles and jungkook is like yeah imma just slide my cock in real quick lmfaooo its really hot though. the sort of unraveling of the reader adds to the desperation and neediness of both of their sexual actions. its fanfuckingtastic. each part has a good dose of things we all crave: begging, whining goodness

born sinner (series) by @1kook | OUR GOOD LIL CATHOLIC BOY IS UP TO NO GOOD and its got so much of his POV and the GUILT is so well portrayed and makes the whole thing seem more taboo/intense and its just fantastic mmm. 

forbidden by @googikoo | 🔺 again, i read this more times than i can admit. its not so much loss of innocence and more like straight up NEEDY but essentially sneaky devious lil koo is dating your daughter but, obvi, he wants you ;) 

teeth by @sweetbunnykook | ITS LIGHT SMUT BUT ITS JUST REALLY HOT LIKE I CANT EXPLAIN IT JUST READ IT ITS HOT

and not to be entirely self-serving but in case you want more..i too have dabbled in this genre ;)

touch me wherever

tickle me there 

touch yourself here 

wanna touch you 

soaked n’ slippery

ALWAYS LOOKING FOR MORE!! if you know of any other fics that fit this niche please feel free to lmk!! im always looking for new reads :) this one is for my TMW readers. i know what you like hehehehe ;)

nexus (m) part 3

pairing: ot7 x f-reader | smut: taehyung x reader

premise: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest

summary: accused of murdering your best friend, you team up with a vengeful detective in an effort to uncover the secrets of the family you swore your loyalty to

characters: detective!jungkook, ex/bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model!hoseok, therapist!jimin

genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime/mafia!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au

wordcount: 6k

warnings: explicit smut, rough penetrative unprotected sex, creampie, PRAISE KINK, degradation kink, dirty talk, lap dance, begging, petnames, some switch!tae action?, light choking, tae loves him sum ass, grinding, neediness/stuttering, oral (f), sexual tension, teasing, todays theme is LYING, manipulation, possessive behavior, mourning/fear, mentions of traumatic events, guns!, light violence/abuse, bad coping skills, drug use, obsessive themes, blackmail, gambling, psychiatric facilities and treatment **this is not realistic!!! the yandere is starting to show a lil oop, heartbreak, betrayal, but also like cute moments with tae, TWISTS AND TURNS BB this one kinda wild but not as wild as the next ones gonna be ;)

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Lost in the soft crinkling of flames, a young Jeon Jungkook hides—fearfully quivering inside his pantry. Heart racing with fear, hatred, all boiled up into his shaking hands. They had come to his house, tearing through it like it was nothing. Jungkook could merely watch as these suited men with their large guns trashed his home, breaking everything left and right while he hid, helpless. Utterly powerless.

Dad—his mind is spinning.

So he ran. Through the narrow alleys of the outer city. Stacked thing between tall, worn-down buildings—factories, apartments, grey smoke clouding the dark sky lit only by a gold shadow.

A sick feeling in his gut. A nasty premonition sending warning through his veins. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, pausing a moment to catch his breath. He couldn’t.

He couldn’t, not when sharp footsteps could be heard so near. He slipped behind a dumpster, hand pressed firmly against his chest as if it would muffle the pounding beats.

 “You think you can get away with what you have done?”

Jungkook peeked out, eyes widening as he saw his father—on the ground, face covered in bruises with pure fear in his eyes. Unable to see much else. From the sounds of it, there must have been two or three others, but speaking was only one.

“I—I’m sorry” His father pressed his palms together, begging for forgiveness. Shame burned through Jungkook’s cheeks as he watched his father lay on his stomach, reaching for the shoes of the man who addressed him. “Forgive me, sir”

“Taehyung-ah” The voice addressed someone else, “Is this him?”

No response was heard. A moment passed. Seemingly, the slowest couple seconds Jungkook had ever lived.

And then there were gunshots. Jungkook shoved the side of his hand in his mouth, biting down as screams overtook him. Tears poured down his face—he couldn’t watch. He hugged his knees to his chest, sliding down the rough walls.

He heard the man spit on his father. He waited until the right moment before peering over the side one last time to see who it was.

He didn’t recognize the man. It was too dark to see his face but there was a vicious hate in his eyes. An anger that elicited fear from any who saw. His eyes diverted then to a younger boy by his side, trembling as he clung to the man’s sleeve.

“Hyung stop, please” The boy, clearly traumatized, was balling. “Let’s go home hyung”

The man smirked, dusting himself off before he lifted the younger boy into his arms, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Yes, let’s go home now, Taehyung”

-

The precinct was dimly lit. A sickly sheen reflecting from grimy tiled floors, walls with peeling paint, haphazard desks, stacks of manilla files. At this late hour, only a few officers remained, the stench of tobacco making your nose scrunch.

Jungkook ignored their disrespectful ogles. That Jeon, lucky fucker—pretty girl in cuffs tonight. He hovered his palm over the small of your back as though he were shielding you from their judgement.

You didn’t want his protection.

The interrogation room had a deadening silence. Your mind scrambling, attempting to piece together your next play. Your next lie.

A large, mirrored wall stared back at you—face to face with your opponent for the night. Could you keep it together? Or would you let Jin tear you apart from beyond the grave?

Jungkook’s fingers danced on the back of your neck, making you shudder. Unconsciously you arced your back to his touch, shocks down your spine as he unclipped your choker. He held it in his palm for a moment. The annoyed look in those dark eyes of his, as his fingers traced over the diamonds.

“Are these real?” You knew your answer would only piss him off, so you said nothing. Instead he took a seat across from you. A small pile of documents in front of him.

In front of you was a small machine. A polygraph. Jungkook placed the sensors on the inside of your wrist, ignoring the way you trembled at his cold touch. He was being careful. Your tears had the effect you had hoped. You could tell. His small gestures—your sadness made him uncomfortable. Stepping away, he observed you carefully.

“Did you know Jin was seeing someone?”

Typical Jeon Jungkook, you mused. To the point. No bullshit. Except you weren’t prepared. His questionrang in your ears. He was seeing someone.

“I didn’t” You said it, because it was true. Thinking back to the night. The kiss that had been years in the making. The kind of thing that inspired song—filled childish dreams. The kiss that wakes the princess up from a poison slumber. Instead, Jin’s kiss pulled you into his nightmare.

Jungkook bit back a smirk.

“Who?” Your voice was embarrassingly hoarse. Jealousy lacing every word.

You knew Jungkook must be enjoying watching you suffer. You’d be damned if you’d give him the satisfaction. Your nails were digging into your palms—the pain distracting from the pulsing hopelessness beating through your veins.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

This was a game. It had to be. You didn’t know how—you didn’t know why. Somehow Jin was still fucking with you. Would he really have hidden something like that from you? A relationship. Had he loved them? Had he loved you? He said he did. Over and over and over again. You wondered if the meaning had faded.

Jungkook motioned to the document, “Namjoon didn’t want to force you into this marriage. Seokjin signed over Kim Enterprises to Namjoon in exchange for a promise of your engagement to Kim Taehyung, as well as control of Nexus—which is your mother’s company—right?”

The trick in poker, Jin had said—never let them know what you’re thinking.

Use pain. Focus on the most painful sensation in your body. It wipes your face of your real thoughts.

“I did not” The polygraph twitched.

“Interesting. Because all of these things combined give you a lot of motive to want Seokjin gone” Jungkook finally took a seat in front of you. “I wouldn’t blame you. They ruined my life too. Stole everything from me”

You stayed quiet. Jungkook was a new opponent. You weren’t familiar with how he played, yet.

“They killed my dad, ten years ago. Your mom disappeared too, didn’t she?”

Ten years ago. No bodies were found. No deaths declared. No explanation nor closure. Jin was there for you then, arms wide open to accept you in. Later the same year, Taehyung was sent away. You moved in immediately. You never asked why. You assumed it was what your mother would have wanted. The Kim’s took care of you, nursed you back to life. Jin, especially. He had always loved you so much.

Jin was seeing someone.

“Ever wondered what really happened to her?”

Your eyes were watery. Red with anger. You stared at him with hatred seething through your teeth.

“I know what happened to her”

The polygraph twitched. Jungkook grinned.

“Maybe we can help each other out then”

“Hi princess”

Jungkook released you shortly after. Walking out of the precinct, hands rubbing against the raw imprints of the cuffs, you saw a white sports car. Standing by the door with a dozen roses in his hand, was Taehyung.

Smiling softly, he welcomed you. He really was extremely attractive, eyes so magnetic you simply couldn’t look away. Pulling you into his space. He gave you a light hug—respectful yet comforting.

Jin died. He’s dead. “I need to go home,”

He pressed a finger to your lips. “I know” Is all he said. His eyes sparkled as he let his lips graze your forehead. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through”

Your heart pulsed. Taehyung had always been selfless. You crumbled into his kindness. Resting your face against his chest. Alone—the ungodly hour. The parking lot of the precinct. The faint sound of crows on the horizon.  

“I missed you” He exhaled, meeting your gaze. “You have no idea how bad I missed you, princess”

The petname stung. You wondered if it always would. For Taehyung, you were his princess. For you, you were Jin’s. His princess, his love, his everything.

Because Taehyung hadn’t been here. He left you.

“If you missed me, why didn’t you just come home?” Your voice was shaking. “You never called. Never wrote. You even missed the funeral”

Taehyung let the roses fall from his hand. Gently he stroked your back, swaying your body side to side.

“I promise I will tell you everything, but right now just let me hold you”

The moment retreated into silence. Nothing but the slight swing of your hips. Taehyung’s hands explored your back, stroking you gently. His steady heartbeat lulling you into a sense of ease. He kissed the top of your head, humming softly.

After some time, Taehyung cupped your cheek. You looked at him questioningly.

“Let’s get you home”

Yoongi arrived in the precinct the next morning. His eyes crusty, dark circles from the night he lay away—in front of his computer digging for the truth. He was obsessed. It occurred to him how pathetic he was being. An ex-boyfriend trying to prove his girlfriend’s fiancée was no good. He couldn’t help it. He wasn’t ready to let you go.

From his understanding, Park Jimin was a practicing psychologist. His age matched Taehyung’s—meaning the plausibility of Taehyung simply going under an alias was still there. He had no way to connect Park Jimin to the Kim family—at least not publicly.

But Yoongi had seen one too many serial killer movies. He thought of how brilliant it could be for someone to kill the only living person who knew what Kim Taehyung looked like to take his place. Whether he was right or not, he needed you to be safe. You were currently off with this man doing who knows what—the thought alone disgusted him.

He wanted to tear all the tiny fingers off that wretched heir. He wanted to burn him into the ground.

“Min Yoongi” The detective arrived in the room where he sat, anxiously tapping his foot against the floor. “You wanted to see me?”

“Hi sir—yes, you’re Jeon Jungkook right? The detective investigating Kim Seokjin’s murder?”

Jungkook nodded slightly.

“I was wondering if you had information on Kim Taehyung” Yoongi gulped, pulling out his phone. He slid it over to Jungkook who looked at the screen skeptically. “That man—that’s Park Jimin. But—” His voice was a stuttering mess. But Jungkook deduced what he was trying to say.

“This is Kim Taehyung” Jungkook grumbled. “Interesting”

“I couldn’t find a connection. I was hoping maybe you would be able to use police resources to see? I’m just worried. He could be Jin’s killer”

Jungkook took a seat, pulling out his laptop. After scrolling for some time he paused. Chewing his lip.

“Who else have you told about this?”

Yoongi shook his head. “N-no one, I noticed it yesterday. He has a tattoo that I don’t think he should have if he was really Kim Taehyung because Taehyung wasn’t there when his mom died and Y/n said that—”

Jungkook held his hand up, “Breathe” He instructed firmly. Yoongi gasped. His palms were sweaty. Eyes quivering. “Y/n—are you a friend of hers?”

Yoongi’s movements stilled. “Um, kindof.”

“Ah, so you were fucking her” Jungkook folded his arms over his chest. “So you had motive”

Yoongi huffed, “I wouldn’t be here if I had something to hide”

Jungkook hummed in agreement. “Well Min Yoongi…looks like you might be onto something. Park Jimin was a registered patient at the Children’s Correctional Clinic ten years ago. That’s when Taehyung left—isn’t it? It looks like they must have altered his identity to protect their family or something”

“I see…that makes sense, I guess.”

“Don’t poke holes, these guys don’t play around Yoongi” Jungkook warned, shutting his laptop. “They do stuff like this all the time. Digging will only put you on their radar.”

Yoongi nodded, thanking him for his time. He hopped into his car—googling Children’s Correctional Clinic on his phone.

He called the number.

“Namjoon” Hobi emerged from his room, nothing but a fluffy blue robe adorning his figure. Outside the window, the late morning sunrays of Paris glimmered through into the penthouse. Hobi never stayed in one place too long, but he made enough to have multiple permanent homes. He preferred the consistency. He had lots of things he liked to collect—he was a hoarder, if you will. “I cannot keep harboring a fugitive”

Namjoon sat at the piano, glasses on the rim of his nose, staring at the document in his hand. “You knew about this—and you didn’t tell me?” His hand was shaking.

In his hands was his mother’s will.

In his hands, was all he ever dreamed.

“He wasn’t exactly eager to share the information” Hoseok sighed, walking up to Namjoon. He curled his fingers around his shoulders, massaging him gently. “Took some persuading—God, you’re so stiff you need to relax. Stress looks horrible on you, Joonie”

Stepping away, Hoseok slid open a mini decorative jar, studded with little jewels. Inside was a small bout of white power. Taking the matching little spoon he poured a little bit out onto a tray. Reaching into his robe’s pockets, he pulled out a crisp hundred dollar bill. Rolling it up, he inhaled the powder quickly. “You want some?”

Namjoon ignored him, simply too stunned to react.

“Jin never got the company. I just never knew because he went to the will hearing while I,”

Hobi gave him a knowing look, “You need to forgive yourself. God knows she’s moved on. Honestly she’s better off for it, she’s killing it now”

Namjoon winced, recalling what he had done to you that night. It had all been for nothing—him crushing your spirit. The dirty deals he made with his brother the very next day, signing away things that were rightfully his—rightfully yours—without even realizing.

There could have been a different story. He could have gone to the will hearing. He could have had more faith in himself instead of stopping so low he needed to hurt Jin before he even had a reason. Maybe you would still like him. He would have learned to love you back. Maybe things could have been simple.

“He tricked all of us”

“That’s Seokjin for ya” Hobi sighed, walking over to the wall. It was decorated with a line of automatic rifles. No bullets, of course, but he liked to show off his collection. Reaching, he dismantled one. A personal favorite. A gift. Toying with the weapon in his hand, he smirked, “Greedy little fucker, that one. But Joonie I gotta ask, and you know I support you no matter what” He turned again. “Was it you? Did you kill your brother?”

Namjoon sighed.

“I don’t remember. But yeah, it’s possible”

The man at the clinic handed Yoongi a box. “These are all of our visitor logs from ten years ago. Hopefully that helps”

Thanking him, Yoongi immediately began digging through the files. He scanned the names of the visitors—until his eyes narrowed down—Kim Seokjin. So, he had been here.

Tracing the row with his finger, he noticed the patient Jin had come to see—patient ID 1230. Setting it aside, he pulled out another stack of files—room assignments. He located the patient ID, registered under KTH. Kim Taehyung. His roommate was patient 1013.

“Excuse me, do you know who I should talk to if I am trying to find someone who was admitted here?” Yoongi called out to the receptionist.

“Usually patient files are confidential, sir. But when most of our patients grow too old for our facility, they get transferred to another luxury facility, The Rose House.

“Perfect, thank you so much”

Everything reminded you of him.

The same steps you used to fall down. He’d reach out his hand, pull you up, not letting go until you’d stop crying. Your room—the doorway in which he would come in, leaning against the frame as he would ask you about your day. His room, where you would sneak into at night, snacks in your hand, getting high under the stars.

The bathroom where you stared at your own face. Instead, you saw him. Smiling. As he would place the choker around your neck. I got you this. Happy birthday, princess. Diamonds suit you. You gasped—turning the sink on. Letting it fill to the rim. You ducked your head down, letting the cool sensation cover your face.

You held your breath.

You won’t lose me, ever.

This was all your fault. Wasn’t it?

“Y/n!”

Dizzy—you blinked as a hand pulled you back. It was Taehyung, eyes quivering with worry.

“What the fuck” He mumbled, grabbing a towel, and wiping your face. You sighed, helplessly. The last thing you wanted was a confrontation. It was just something you liked to do—it helped you clear your mind. God knows what Taehyung thought he was walking in on.

Taehyung stared at you, dabbing your wet skin.

“You’re hurting” He said quietly. “I can see it in your eyes”

Stopping his movements, you shook your head. “I’m alright, Taehyung. Go back to sleep”

Taehyung pouted. You smiled immediately, remembering how bratty he used to be. He would hate seeing you sad—always wanting to see you smile.

“I honestly can’t sleep” He confessed, setting the towel aside. “It feels strange, being back”

You understood. Ten years was a long time—specifically to be the age Taehyung had been gone for. He was a little kid, and now he was a man. If you had met him on the street you probably wouldn’t have even recognized him.

“Do you wanna sleep in my room? I don’t really mind. It’s pretty fucking big” You chuckled. Taehyung gave an eager smile, nodding quickly.

“That would be great, noona” You scrunched your nose in distaste. Taehyung giggled. “No? No noona? Alright I’ll just stick to princess Y/n” He poked you playfully.

You rolled your eyes, pinching his cheek fondly.

Guns. Guards. Yoongi shuddered nervously as he stared at the facility gate. It looked less like a hospital, more like a resort. He would expect nothing less for the Kim prince.

“I’m here to see Kim Taehyung” The words left his mouth before he could even process them.

“Right this way” Yoongi exhaled in relief. He followed the receptionist into the space. Palm trees all around. A group doing yoga. Another painting flowers. Some people simply meditating on their own.  

Not a bad set up. Yoongi mused.

“Mr. Kim isn’t in this wing” The receptionist noticed Yoongi looking around, confused. “We keep extreme cases in the basement”

The basement. He followed the receptionist down a dark series of stairs. Opening the door, he squinted. The white light was nauseating. Slick like a hospital, nurses scurrying about. The rooms were glass. Walls plain.

Just looking at it made him feel crazy.

 “Don’t worry, they can’t see you” Yoongi stared at the patients, each in their own space, some crying, some screaming, some staring aimlessly into space. “They’re treated well. Get to go outside, supervised, at scheduled times. They eat, sleep. See their doctor. All from rich families so, money serves them good”

They halted at the end of the hall. Yoongi peered into the room. A man sat on the bed, legs crossed casually, reading a book.

Yoongi’s eyes widened. The resemblance to his mother was uncanny.

“Buzz if you need anything” The receptionist walked away. Gulping, Yoongi carefully opened the door.

The man’s eyes shifted in his direction. Carefully he set the book down.

“T-Taehyung?”

He stared at Yoongi for a while. As though he was trying to figure out who he was. Finally, a smile crawled onto his face.

“Ding ding ding” His grin widened, “We have a winner”

You stared at yourself in the mirror. Fingers tracing the lacey ends of the stockings as you pulled them up to the top of your thighs. The small floral pattern, dainty and delicately crafted, fit for an angel.

Your lips quivered at the irony.

Jin had bought it for you. Jin had bought a lot of things for you. Gifts or on request. He never denied you of anything material thing you could ever want.

The bathroom was cold, as the stocking did little to subdue the goosebumps running up and down your legs. You shivered, reaching for your lip gloss—the final touches.

Taking a deep breath, you exited the bathroom. Your long white stilettos knocking against the tile. There was less light in the room, only the dim halo from your bedside lamp.

Taehyung sat on the bed, thighs spread, leaning back against his wrists—waiting for you, patiently. He suggested a nice dinner. The two of you had gotten to know each other a little better. From what you could gather he was very observant. A great listener, and an amazing person to get comfort from.

“You look…amazing” Of course—that had been your intention. Taehyung wanted to talk—but you were tired of talking. He made you feel good. He made you feel seen.

Taehyung himself looked delectable—white shirt tucked into tight black jeans. Approaching him you ran your fingers through his hair.

“You clean up real nice yourself”

He traced the strap on your shoulder. You could see the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped. Your hands glazed over his thighs before you slid to your knees.

“Wait what are you—”

You flattened your palms, running them across his legs as you blinked at him innocently. His breath quickened, watching in awe as you stood up again, crawling into his lap.

“Something wrong?” One by one you popped his buttons open, not letting your eyes leave his. Your fingernails scraped against his chest, making him hiss.

“Princess” He warned, still not moving. You unzipped his jeans, hooking a finger into his belt loop before sliding back down to your knees—taking his pants with you. You kissed the tops of his knees, travelling up his thighs as he shuddered.

Your fingers fanned out over his bulge. Taehyung cursed inwardly. You wanted to put on a show for him. Wanted him to need you so bad he couldn’t take it. Because you wanted him. Wanted to feel him everywhere. Taehyung leaned forward suddenly, tilting your face up. Thumb tracing your lip. You stuck your tongue out, wrapping his thumb in between your glossy lips.

He watched you suck on his thumb obscenely.

“Stop” His voice was stern. He was not fucking around. He looked serious in a way that gave you chills. “We shouldn’t”

You released him. You were tired of being told no. What was the point of all the wealth—all the luxury—if you couldn’t have what you wanted? Was it so wrong—was it so fucking wrong for you to want to sleep with your fiancée? The man that your lover was forcing you to marry—the man who you barely knew?

“Please” You pressed your chest against his, pulling his face into your neck. His nose traced your jaw as he inhaled sharply. Hands finding your lower back.

“Please fuck me” Your lips dragged against his ear, making him shudder. Voice barely above a whisper. Seductive—as you rolled your hips teasingly.

You asked so nicely, there was no way he would say no.

A low growl left Taehyung’s lips. He immediately stood up, lifting you by your thighs. He tossed you down onto the bed, quickly climbing over your frame. Vicious—desperate—his lips found yours, tugging at them. Tongue piercing through, swallowing you in. His fingers gripping your legs, pulling them apart, nails digging into your flesh as he slotted himself where he wanted.

“You bitch” He breathed out, rolling his hard cock against you. “Such a fucking tease”

You mewled, wrapping your legs around him. The friction sending shocks through you. His touch was electric, grabbing handfuls of your ass as his lips slanted across your jaw. He scented all over your neck, nipping your skin.

“Here I am trying to be so good to you, but you’re such a little slut” You cradled his head against you, moaning out as he nibbled your ear. Heat pulsed through your chest, down between your legs.

“Yeah I am. And what are you gonna do about it?” You smiled against him, knowing he could feel it. You arced your back, allowing him to unzip your little dress. He slid it off you in a swift motion, tossing it aside.

Hovering over you, his eyes scanned over your body—licking his lips. His fingers traced your panties, slipping inside briefly. He grinned watching you blush—your wetness leaking against the flick of his finger.

“So wet for me. So needy—fuck” Immediately he climbed back over you, latching his lips to your chest. He kissed you all over—mouth open wide, sucking and tugging at your flesh. You gasped—legs failing in the air as he continued to trail his kisses down your stomach. Dragging your panties to your knees, he pressed his nose between your legs. Heat burned through your face.

You reached for him, grabbing a handful of his hair. He carefully licked your throbbing folds. Twitches overtook your body as he drank you up. Tongue slipping deep inside you. His fingers tracing your stockings, holding your thighs up over his shoulders.

“T-taehyung” You screamed, gasping loudly as pleasure seized every fiber of you. Abruptly he pulled away, causing you to whimper.

“Don’t” He gritted his teeth, “Don’t call me that”

You gulped, “What do you want me to call you?”

Taehyung seemed to ponder it for a while. “Anything just—not my name”

You would have questioned it more, except he shed his boxers. His cock eager for you. He towered over you, aggressively jerking along his length. You propped yourself up, licking the tip cautiously.

Your panties painfully jut into your thighs, but Taehyung lined his cock up with your folds. He let a glob of spit fall onto your clit before rubbing it all over. You panted heavily, sweat collecting on your forehead. Eyes clenching shut as you felt his tip burn into you.

“Look at me” Taehyung growled, reaching for your neck. He gripped it tightly, forcing you to watch as he pushed his length in.

“F-fuck” Your eyes rolled back. Pain shot through you, your legs trapped. Taehyung didn’t care. He groaned loudly, hissing curses as he bottomed out. Without another thought, he began to pummel into you. The slippery noises making you dizzy with need. His fingers wrapping fully around your neck, nose brushing against yours. The bed creaked under you. His cock twitching as he fucked. In and out. Hitting you deep in your core.

“Princess” He sighed loudly, lost in the sensation of your tight cunt, squeezing him for all he was worth “You don’t know h-how much I wanted this—how bad I prayed for this, Y/n—I always wanted you so bad. So bad”

His words sputtering as he began to pump you even faster. “Wanna fuck you all the time. Want you so bad princess—this is all I want. Wanna cum inside you, make you all mine—fuck—you’re all mine princess, you always were”

Wet skin echoed through the room. The feeling of his cock filling you up just right. Sutffing you deep before he’d slam his hips, fucking into you again.

“You wanted me to take you like this, just always looking so pretty to fuck—that pretty little dress you had on—your little games—just wanted my fat cock in this little cunt didn’t you? Didn’t you princess?”

He chuckled, tightening his grip on your neck. “Dressing up pretty for me. Begging for my cum. Go on, beg for it princess. Tell me what you want” Releasing his grip you gasped for air.

“Please cum inside me baby” You traced his face fondly, “You feel so good”

Taehyung smiled wickedly, “Yeah? Huh? You like this?”

You nodded, kissing him deep. “I love it baby” Taehyung’s hips jerked.

“Yeah you do. Fuck.” He sped up, eyes rolling back in pleasure “Take it. Take my cum—fuck—gonna fuck you so deep”

You moaned against his lips. He shuddered, grabbing your hips as he spilled inside you. Panting heavily, he buried his face in your chest. You too were out of breath, twitching with pleasure.

Taehyung kissed your shoulders, staying nestled inside your warm folds. He rolled over, holding you close. “You’re amazing” He sighed before kissing your lips again—this time soft, sweet. “You’re everything I dreamed of”

You smiled weakly. “That was really good Taehyung” You noticed him flinch at his name. “Thank you”

Taehyung kissed your cheek. “I can’t say no to you” His breath steadied, Pausing for a moment, he continued. “But we should have waited. You’re going through a lot. Now, I’ve loved you for a long time, I thought about you every day I was gone. But for you, this is sudden. This is fast. I understand that” He gazed at you as though you were so incredible, so precious, it made your heart melt.

“You were being forced to marry me” He cleared his throat, tracing your lips, “But I want you to want me. Want you to love me like I’ve spent the last ten years loving you”

What you had felt for Jin—it was strong. Overwhelming. Made you want to fall to your knees in defeat.

But Taehyung was here. He was the calm in the storm. The two of you were connected. And at the end of the day,

Jin was dead.

And you didn’t want to hurt anymore.

Yoongi couldn’t even believe his eyes. He sat at the foot of Taehyung’s bed after explaining who he was, watching as the heir flipped to the back of his book. There was a section carved out—filled to the brim with small white pills.

“They were drugging me. To keep me here”

“Oh my god” What the hell did he just get himself into? Yoongi thought about the test he could be studying for instead of acting like a maniac. It was your fault. You made him like this. He would only do these things for you.

Taehyung shrugged “Figured it out, eventually...so I stopped taking the pills”

Yoongi didn’t know what to say. Ten years. The thought alone creeped him out. Being trapped in a place like this. The kind of trauma this would cause a person—it was beyond cruel. They might as well have killed him off.

“Why?”

Taehyung blinked blandly. “I saw something I shouldn’t have. So they sent me away. Convinced me it wasn’t real”

Yoongi felt queasy. He knew the Kim family was fucked up—but this was bizarre, even for him. “I’m so sorry” Truly, he didn’t know what else to say.

Taehyung scoffed, “Few years ago, Dr. Park got assigned to me per my guardian’s request. Put me on new meds—the wrong meds”

A few years ago—Yoongi pondered, maybe around when Chairwoman Kim died? Could Jin have orchestrated all of this? Yoongi wouldn’t put it past the lying bastard.

“I guess using whatever you’ve told him, Dr. Park convinced everyone that he’s you” Yoongi confessed. Taehyung didn’t react. “He stood in for you at your engagement”

“Engagement?” Taehyung tilted his head. Did he not even know?

“To Y/n”

The name made his eyes widen. The book fell from his hands. Pills scattered everywhere. Still. Motionless, he stared at nothing.

“Sir” Jungkook groaned as an officer approached him. He hated being interrupted when he was focusing. He hadn’t heard from you—he wondered if you had considered his offer. Together he was certain he could tear the Kim family to pieces. They deserved nothing less, not after what they did to him, you, and who knows how many others. In his pocket was your diamond choker. His fingers traced the rough edges of the jewels.

“What?”

“Min Yoongi is here again to see you” Jungkook groaned, rolling his eyes. The last thing he needed was to waste time on a jealous ex-boyfriend of yours and his conspiracy theories.

Jungkook walked out towards the interrogation room. Stepping inside, he immediately noticed the another man. Tall, extremely handsome, messy black hair and sickly pale skin. Eyes thin, sinister. A face somewhere between bored and amused, Jungkook couldn’t quite tell.

Jungkook shifted his gaze to Yoongi, unphased. “What now Mr. Min?”

“Detective Jeon. Meet Kim Taehyung”

Jungkook inhaled as Yoongi went on to explain how he tracked the young heir down. He watched the man carefully. The man stared at him right back. He felt something tight in his throat.

It was a power play. The man was unwavering, but Jungkook wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction. So we meet again Kim Taehyung. It’s been a while.

When Yoongi finished his story, Jungkook simply shrugged “Prove it”

The man smirked, eyes dropping, scanning Jungkook’s figure up and down with intrigue.

“I know who killed your daddy”

Yoongi raised his eyebrows in surprise. Jungkook continued to glare at him, fists clenching. He did bear the resemblance. The twisted look in his eyes was a classic Kim trait after all.

Jungkook rolled his tongue in his cheek. This isn’t good.

“Yoongi, you and Taehyung stay here. I want you both under police protection. I will go get Y/n and make sure she is safe. Then we will figure out how to prove all this and arrest Park Jimin. Maybe he’s connected to the murder, maybe he isn’t”

Yoongi gave Jungkook a look. Taehyung tilted his head. “What murder?”

Oh. Jungkook tapped his finger against the table lightly. “Your brother—Kim Seokjin, was murdered”

Taehyung’s jaw clenched. “Hyung? He’s dead?”

Both Yoongi and Jungkook stared at him, unsure how to proceed. “Yeah, and right now the evidence points at Y/n—but I don’t really believe she is responsible”

Taehyung cleared his throat, “What about Namjoon? He’s alive isn’t he?”

Jungkook nodded and Taehyung let out a sigh of relief.

“You do know” Yoongi started, “That your mother is dead—right?”

Taehyung’s face fell. Jungkook glared at Yoongi, who bit his tongue. Idiot.

“I didn’t know that” Taehyung exhaled slowly. Blinking a few times, he looked up at Jungkook. “Take us with you. She won’t believe you otherwise”

Jungkook frowned slightly. He pondered a moment. The last thing he wanted to do was spend another second in proximity with a man that witnessed his father’s murder. The man who pointed his finger and caused it. But he had to be careful. He had to think smart.

“Fine”

Waking up in Taehyung’s arms was a dream. You felt light—weightless and free. He smelled like heaven, his warm body radiating onto you. Staring at his face, you observed his features closely. His eyelashes, his adorable nose, pouty lips. You remembered how he had a little spot on his face. Tilting his head to the side you searched for it.

Hm. You pursed your lips when you didn’t see it. Maybe he was still wearing some makeup. Taking his hand in yours, you began to kiss the pads of his fingers.

You saw his tattoo. Weird. You remembered Namjoon and Jin going together to get their family crest ingrained on their bodies. It had been a melancholy moment. A healing moment where you began to wonder if those two brothers could find love in each other ever again.

Maybe Taehyung got it when he was gone. He never did tell you why he never came back when his mom died.

You wondered if Jin would go visit him.

Jin.

Your heart began to sink into a deep pit. The screams came back to your ears.

“Fuck you—you liar” You screamed, hands trembling around the gun.

“Stop acting so innocent Y/n” Jin snapped, “You think I don’t know what you’ve been up to?”

You froze.

Jin let out a shaky breath, face red with anger “I was trying to protect you. That’s all I’ve ever tried to do” He stepped closer. Closer. And closer. Until you could feel him. Feel the betrayal in his eyes. The gun slipped from your hands.

“You would have taken everything I had” You growled. “You lying piece of shit”

“You don’t understand—Nexus is dangerous. You shouldn’t be anywhere near it”

“That’s not for you to decide!”

Jin slapped you clean across the face. Your jaw dropped, the pain stinging from impact—deeper in your chest when you processed what he had done.

“That’s enough” A deep voice cut through. A wave of relief crashing over you. Footsteps neared—they were hurried, angry. You shut your eyes.

Something shattered. Your eyes opened. In front of you a man stood, raging. Jin was on the floor, blood on his eye. Jin laughed.

“Nice of you to join us, Hoseok”

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a/n: get ready bc the next part is jimin's pov baby ;) send your theories! would love to know what yall think <3 (begs for feedback)

also you're hot and dont you forget it! thanks for reading :) <3

Hey a question? Do you think you'll ever write a poly bts x reader. Like where they're all together kinda like soulmates or something? But of course with the dark yandere twist?? Since soulmates are always seen as light bond with fluff and all. I wonder how a dark bond would go. I hope I didn't sound as demanding because I'm not. Just a suggestion. Love your work ❤❤❤

we're a perfect match. too bad matches burn

legends spoke of love as freeing. to find someone, or many, to resonate with you. complete you.

for you, having soulmates was like a curse. a demonizing love so consuming, you're trapped whether you like it or not. deep in their webs, your soulmates have an insatiable need for you. they cant let go, as much as it kills you, and them. dying of thirst, their love is water, and you're might just drown. their love is air, and you're the flame that turns them to a raging fire. their love is the drug that kills you from inside, and you keep coming back for another taste. you can't help it.

I LOVE IT. ok but this would be a fun trope fr. exploring codependency, obsession, emotional manipulation ooooo and in a poly setting that would be even better

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nexus (m) part 4

pairing: ot7 x f-reader | smut: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader

premise: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest

summary: the murder of your best friend prompts you to team up with a vengeful detective to navigate a web of lies, betrayals and love. trust no one. people are never who they seem, and the most horrid one of all might just be the one you love most

characters: detective!jungkook, ex/bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model!hoseok, therapist!jimin

genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime/mafia!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au

wordcount: 8.8k

warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes, proceed with caution. public sex, dirty dancing hehe, breast play, degradation kink, some hand stuff, fingering, dubious consent, somnophilia, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, obsessive, possessive, manipulative behavior & themes, allusions to gambling addiction, implied stalking behavior, mentions of psychiatric facilities, implied sexual trauma, depiction of unethical therapy, physical violence (jk beats jimin up woo), slight slut shaming, gaslighting, alcohol use, partying, themes of social class resentment, but! also! love confessions! kissing! and! reunions! but lots of angst

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“Taehyung” The name left your lips in a shudder. Shut eyes quivering, entrapping you in your nightmare.

Miles away, Taehyung stared out the window. The rolling hills hinting at a familiarity. His head ached, he felt nauseous as the vibrations of Jungkook’s car hit his core. He didn’t want to see you—not that anyone would understand. He remembered you vividly—remembered his own infatuation with you. You were a shining idol in his eyes. Someone who he looked at in awe, like he did his eldest brother.

Years locked away can change one’s perception.

Years left alone can brew resentment.

You never came for him. He was certain you didn’t even try.

A grin tugged at his lips.

The name uttered from your lips had Jimin’s eyes shooting open. Woken up from a dream—the dream where you and him were forever, and he wasn’t pretending. A world where you loved him—Park Jimin.

Your body lay curled into itself. He couldn’t help but touch you—fingers drawn to the curve of your back. Trailing down softly.  You were a troubled sleeper. He could see it in the way you flinched at his actions.

Pulling you into his warmth, he kissed the nape of your neck with a loving tenderness, ghosting up to your ear where he whispered your name sweetly.

Your name. The first words Seokjin ever said to him. He was the most complex patient he’d ever faced. One that brought meaning to his monotonous existence.

Jimin had been bored. Bored with his brilliant mind that allowed him to become a young doctor. Bored with his high profile patients who were all simply rotten with their first-world problems. He was losing his mind. Day in and day out—stuck within the four walls of his office. One brat in, another out.

Kim Seokjin was a special case. He had asked him simply—what’s on your mind?

You. You were on Jin’s mind.

It was tough to say if you had a leash on him, or he you. As Jin would ramble on about how he couldn’t rationalize his feelings for you, Jimin would bite back his smile, scribbling the word obsessed onto his notebook.

The irony.

It started as curiosity. Jimin had a reputation for being successful with all his patients, but it often required a hands on approach. In the corner of the casino, Jimin would observe you like an animal in the wild—you in your element. Throwing yourself at Jin’s elitist friends, while swindling them out of millions.

He watched you. Learned you. Studied you until he swore he could write a thesis.

And here you were.

Engaged. To be married. To be one.

Sighing deeply, he let his hand trail between your legs. Fingers prodding at your folds, smiling lazily at the way you’d twitch and shudder. Simply unphased. Deep in your sleep.

He let your wetness coat the sensitive pads of his fingers. Nose pressed against your neck, he inhaled, reveling in your scent as his fingers pushed in and out of your cunt.

The intrusion into your tight walls was slick. Yet you accepted him so well he simply had to add another. He still couldn’t believe he got to have you—got to cum inside you. Something he knew for a fact Jin never had the pleasure of doing.

Jin was an enigma and you were his doll. His plaything where he could easily manipulate your surroundings and puppet you without you realizing it. A fascinating man. Attached to you like a baby to a binkie. As if knowing you since birth gave him some right over your life.

Jin had cameras set up in your house, which he revealed in a delusional confession about how he was upset his younger brother had taken your virginity. Of course, Jimin already knew this. He hacked into them to watch you as well.

Jimin chuckled to himself. You were so naïve. Clueless. Didn’t know how badly you needed Jimin to save you. Jin was far more dangerous than Jimin could ever be.

Jimin was simply there to fill the hole in your heart. Ease the tension between your legs where he let his flushed tip prod. Cock heated with need, heavy with desire. He cursed, sliding his shaft through your folds slowly. Your body responding through subtle twitches. Cunt seeping at his touch.

His cock sunk inside you with ease, feeling you clench down violently at the intrusion. Your body shifting, coming alive, regaining consciousness, because here he was to save you from yourself. You knew not what forces bound you. Kept you from freedom. Jimin was here now. He would take care of everything, lest you worry your pretty little head.

He’d keep you safe. Away from the Kim brothers, away from the judgements of society. He would purify you. Wash out your sins with his cum, fuck you until you only knew pleasure in his name.

“Taehyung” Your lips parted, forehead furrowing as you realized your reality. He shushed you—you wouldn’t want to make him angry with that name, would you? Maybe one day he would tell you to call him Jimin. Under the guise of roleplay, or perhaps, if you had no escape.

“Good morning, princess” He could feel you shudder. He was so deep in your trenches you couldn’t move. Couldn’t run from him—his hands slipping over your breasts. Pinching at your nipples. He cooed at the warmth spreading to your cheeks. The way your eyes fluttered, euphoric in feeling. Wedging himself even further inside of you with a sharp thrust.

You yelped, a soft, gorgeous sound which he elicited with every move. Tight, rough—as he hooked your leg over his arm. The other wrapping generously around your neck. Your back arched against him, his teeth shadowing over your ear. Splashing into your waters, he rammed into you like a fever. Balls slapping against your ass, smacks echoing through the serene room. Tangled with the early morning sunrise.

He could easily lose himself in your sensation. How Jin time and time again passed up the chance, he knew not. The man had self-restraint, if nothing else. Your pussy squeezed the life out of him, making him want to give you everything he had and more. For what purpose was anything else? This is all he ever wanted—all he ever needed. Fucking into you just like this. He’d make you fall so in love you’d never want to leave. Exist pliant with his cock stuffing you as he pleased. His own princess. His virtue and his demise.

“Taehyung” Your voice muffled by lack of air. His hand so tight around your throat, constricting more when you uttered that damned name. “C-can’t breathe” You slapped his hand, as though signaling him to release you. Jimin chuckled, as if you had any say in this.

You were a puppet even before he came into your life. A puppet before he knew of your existence. Why should you ever be anything else? You didn’t know any better. Nevertheless he let you breathe, let you gasp for air because he wanted you to remember that he allowed it. He listened and he cared. Shoving you onto your stomach, he battered himself back onto you, ass cushioning his pistoning hips. You were a means to his end. He wanted to die buried inside you like this, so close to his edge his vision was red hot. The unsatisfying and addictive heat sprawling over his bare chest.

Teeth digging into his own lip, the best and worst sensation combined. He didn’t want the pleasure to stop, the tight, unwavering grip of your cunt as his cock hit you straight in your core. Over and over again, fusing your bodies together. Holding down your shoulders, keeping you in place as he pounded into you with fury.

He swore he’d never been so high in his life—no ecstasy could quite compare. The bed creaking underneath. The only sounds of your bodies clashing, your lips gasping and him—groaning deep as his cock twitched inside you. Swelling before everything snapped at once. Dozed over, cum spilling hot inside of you. He collapsed onto your back, spent for all his worth. Keeping himself nested in you even while he kissed your cheeks.

You slipped away from him, limp cock falling out as you reached for a robe. He admired the brief glimpse of his cum, sticky between your thighs.

“You awoke a beast in me” Jimin chuckled shyly, resuming his act as the whipped Kim Taehyung. “Couldn’t even help myself”

Jungkook gripped the wheel of his car with a ferocity that had his knuckles turning white. The tension in the car thick. In the rearview mirror he could see him. Kim Taehyung. The root cause of all the shit he’d ever faced. The rat that sold out his father and got him killed.

He could never forget. Never forget the eyes that watched in horror as his father was shot by an animal. Jungkook so badly wanted to blame him. To let out his anger and get his revenge on this bastard—but he couldn’t.

For your sake.

You were the centerpiece now. Caught in a web of whose design—Jungkook was still trying to figure out. Internally he battled his opportunity to avenge his father, with his duty to you as a Detective. You fucking little brat who he loathed and yet had an inexiplicable desire to shield you from all harm.

His foot lowered on the gas. Who knows what you were doing with this Park Jimin creep. Miles whizzed past as he sped up. What if you were hurt—what if he—

The Kim mansion was in sight. Jungkook parked the car, turning to face Taehyung with skepticism in his eyes. The boy had barely uttered a word in the car.

“Jimin could be armed and dangerous” Jungkook swallowed thickly, “I’ll go in first just to make sure, and I will bring Y/n to you. You guys wait here”

Taehyung looked down at his hands. He was playing with something in his palms. Finally looking up, Jungkook was taken aback.

The look in his eyes was dark. Almost terrifying.

He said nothing. After getting an uncertain nod from Yoongi, Jungkook stepped out. Making his way to the side entrance, hand glazed over the gun sheathed by his side. With a light nudge, the door opened—he stepped inside, muddy shoes staining the crystal clean marbled floor.

Silently, he slipped through the halls of the maze-like home. He could hear something—following the echoes into the kitchen. You were there. Alone. Bent over the sink while the microwave hummed behind you.

You were choking out. Gagging as if you would throw up. Only a flimsy silk robe holding you together.

Jungkook’s gut twisted.

You didn’t.

He couldn’t afford to scare you in the state you were in. If you screamed, Jimin would know he was here. Quietly, he treaded towards you, nearing until he was close enough to lick the sweat beading on the hollow of your neck.

In a swift movement, his fingers covered your mouth. You jumped in shock, eyes wide. “It’s me” Jungkook assured you as you writhed in his hold. He repeated himself until it sunk in, whispering “It’s just me. Don’t scream”

Backing away from him, you wiped your mouth on your sleeve.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered angrily.

Jungkook’s eyes dropped to the cleavage of your robe, splitting open more than you likely meant it to. The round edges of your breast vulnerable to his sight. Flustered, you tightened it around your body, ignoring the dark flash in his eyes.

Jungkook’s eyes still steady on your chest before snapping back to reality. He looked at you, serious, “Are you alright?” He glanced towards the sink which was empty. “Sick?”

You shrugged, brushing off his concern. “Why the fuck are you here, Jungkook?”

 “Did you fuck him?” You made a face. Sighing, Jungkook explained. “He’s not Kim Taehyung. He’s an imposter”

“Oh I know”

Jungkook’s lips pursed. “You know?”

Chuckling lightly, your head turned as the microwave began to beep. Grabbing what seemed to be a muffin, you casually took a bite. Jungkook squinted as your teeth sunk into the pastry, crumbs dotting the edge of your lips.

“Sure. Taehyung had a mole, it wasn’t there. This guy has the tattoo—Taehyung wasn’t there when they got it. And he won’t answer any questions about where he’s been.” You spoke while chewing, “You know but the way I knew for sure was when he began fucking me while I was asleep”

Jungkook’s jaw tensed.

“What?” He searched your eyes. Is that why you were—he looked again towards the sink.

“Yeah” Your voice was curt. He seriously questioned if you were hurting more than you let on “Maybe you and I should try it sometime. Kinda hot”

Jungkook huffed, “That’s not—”

“What?” You grinned at him, batting your eyelashes. Moving in closer as your finger hooked into the collar of his shirt, tugging playfully “You don’t wanna? Me lying all helpless while you ram your big fucking cock in,”

“Y/n” Jungkook’s voice raised sternly as he pushed your hand away.

“That’s what all you guys want anyway, to bend me over like a little brainless cocksleeve” You tossed the half of your muffin into the trash with a tantrum-like attitude.

“Tell me where he is” Jungkook heard you, took note of the subtle bitterness in your tone and to talk to you about it later, but focused on the task at hand. “He might be Jin’s killer”

You nodded, gulping down your bite. “He’s upstairs, follow me”

You led Jungkook through the halls, up the grand winding staircase of the foyer. A large, glimmering chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling. So much excess wherever Jungkook looked.

This was normal for you—this was your status quo. Your silk robes and ignorance. You slept with a man who could have killed your best friend—knowingly. Jungkook tried his hardest yet he swore he couldn’t understand a thing about you.

And he’d never care to admit just how much of his headspace you consumed.

If Jimin had hurt you.

If he had taken advantage of you in someway.

Jungkook’s fists tightened.

Opening the double doors to what he could only assume to be your bedroom, Jimin sat on the bed, waiting expectantly.

“Park Jimin, you’re under arrest under suspicion for the murder of Kim Seokjin” Jungkook slid past you quickly before Jimin could try to escape. He didn’t move, allowing Jungkook to handcuff him without resistance. He simply stared at you, amusement in his eyes.

“Murder?” Jimin tilted his head, grinning “I didn’t murder him baby”

“Why would I believe a fucking word you say?” You spat at him. Jungkook watched as your eyes flashed with rage. “You lied to me. You pretended to be my Taehyung”

“You’re gonna regret this” His smile didn’t waver. “You’re gonna wish you played along like the good little doll you are. What, you think this is good for you? Oh baby, you just wait. Put me behind bars and you see what hell is going to come knocking at your door. Who’s going to look out for you hm? This fucker?” He nodded in Jungkook’s direction.

Jungkook ignored him, calling on his radio for backup. Pulling Jimin to stand, he dragged him out the door. Jimin dug his heels in, slowing him down.

He laughed, a dark sinister cackle. “I’m the only one who cares about you Y/n. You think Jeon Jungkook is going to help you—please,” Jungkook shot him a glare, “You don’t know what I know”

“That’s enough” Jungkook roughly pushed him forward. Suddenly he heard something shatter.

You had thrown a vase in Jimin’s direction.

“You crazy prick” Your teeth were gritting. As though this were your last straw, letting down the series of dominos do drive you over the edge. “I’m not a doll—I don’t need anyone, least of all a fucking psycho like you!”

“You love it baby” Jimin taunted, “You think Jin is any better? He allowed it, princess. This was all his doing. I was perfectly content watching the footage he’d send me of the cameras he set up in your room—”

You lunged towards him, but Jungkook stepped in your path. Hands gripping your waist, holding you back. Touch gentle, but firm.

“Y/n” Jungkook whispered, “Easy”

“Let me fucking at him. I’ll show him”

“I know” Jungkook stood, pushing back as you tried to resist him, “Let me take him in okay. He’s gonna get what he deserves. Go grab something to wear” Jungkook urged, “Meet me downstairs, yeah?”

You frowned slightly, before ultimately agreeing. Jungkook exhaled, turning back to a thoroughly entertained Jimin. He swung a punch straight into his gut, causing Jimin to buckle over. Immediately then grabbing his neck, choking him as he lifted him onto his toes.

“That’s for Y/n” Jungkook hissed, “Psycho” Jimin squirmed in his hold, but Jungkook simply tightened his fingers. Jimin’s smile grew.

“As if you wouldn’t have done the same, Detective. Like father like son”

Jungkook tossed him across the room. Crashing into the wall, Jimin let out a pained grunt. The officers had arrived. He left Jimin on the floor, knowing he’d have nowhere to run.

Downstairs you waited, a baggy shirt and sweats which likely belonged to one of the brothers. Jungkook was reminded suddenly of who was waiting in his car. Police officers rushed passed him, grabbing Jimin and escorting him out. Jungkook took you and followed, watching as they drove off with him, twisted smile steady throughout it all.

“You good?” Jungkook asked again, voice barely above a whisper. His fingers brushing against your palm as if to nudge you. The sirens screamed loud in the distance. From the corner of his eye, he could see you take a deep breath.

He hated that he noticed. The way you fought to stay afloat through it all. He much preferred his own cowardly ignorance, where you were not someone he’d destroy in his quest, but rather righteous, deserving collateral.

Reality kicked in. Taehyung was waiting to see you in the car. He wondered if maybe throwing that on you now in the state you were would be unwise.

Maybe he just didn’t want you to meet Taehyung. He wanted to talk to you. Ask about what you said before, make sure you were really alright.

Unfortunately for him, the choice was robbed.

“Namjoon?”

The look in your eyes made Namjoon’s heart crumble. You looked so hurt. So betrayed.

Namjoon looked between you at the man by your side—vaguely familiar. He glanced as his badge to see Detective Jeon roughly inscribed.

“Bold of you to show up here” The detective muttered; arms crossed over his chest.

“Hobi said you called so I came”

It was a poor excuse. Just like when his mother died, again he had ignored your needs. Disappearing wordlessly, abandoning you when you needed him most. Left you to face your grief, the pain from Jin’s death which was no doubt hitting you the hardest of all.

How could he ever explain himself? Justify himself or earn back your trust? He was never blind to your affection, but simply possessed by a battle more prominent at the time. A battle with his brother which in hindsight felt pointless. The demands of the company consumed his every waking moment.

You said nothing. Simply stared at him in shock. He longed to reach out, to hold you, and offer a shoulder to lean on. Doubt held him back.

“Are you okay? The cops outside told me what happened. About the imposter.”

Still nothing.

“I can’t believe I didn’t know, I hadn’t seen him since—”

“You killed Jin”

Your voice boomed. Echoed through the grand walls of the foyer. Seething with anger, your jaw clenched. Tears brimming at the edges of your red eyes.

The words stung. Stung because he couldn’t say you were wrong. Because you could be saying fact—and Namjoon didn’t know if he killed his brother or not.

“Y/n please”

He didn’t want to lie to you—perhaps it wasn’t lying until the trust was discovered.

“You killed him and I loved him”

Perhaps those words stung even more.

Namjoon reached for your hands. “I need you to know that I never wanted you to marry Taehyung. I never wanted to force you to do anything. You deserve to live your own life”

He fell to his knees, keeping your palms in his. Not knowing how else to beg for your forgiveness.

“I got so drunk the night he was killed. The night before your engagement because—fuck Y/n, I didn’t want to do this to you. I didn’t know how bad things were, I was so blind—I wish I could go back. Fight for you”

“Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t kill him Namjoon”

Namjoon swallowed tickly, diverting his eyes.

“Tell me the fucking truth”

He kissed your hand softly. He didn’t want to hurt you any more than he already had. But perhaps it was that mentality alone that was his biggest betrayal. His family’s biggest betrayal to you—lying. Lying under the guise of your protection when all it did was dig you a deeper grave.

“I-I don’t know” He confessed, giving in. This was how it had to be. This was the only way he could even hope to repair his relationship with you. Glancing briefly at the detective, he continued “Maybe”

He stood up, “Can we go somewhere quiet and talk, please?”

“Actually um—” Jungkook interrupted, only for Namjoon to shoot him a glare.

“Don’t you have a fucking criminal to interrogate? We’re obviously pressing charges. Go to your job—I don’t pay so much fucking tax so you can harass me and my—”

He bit his tongue.

“Fine” You broke the pause. “Let’s go talk.” Turning to the detective, you gave him a reassuring nod.

“Well can you please come to the station after?”

“She’ll come when she’s ready” Namjoon snapped. The detective rolled his eyes.

Namjoon took your hand in his again, leading you upstairs. Into your room. Noticing the messy sheets. The remnants of your clothes thrown around the room. His jaw hardened.

“You slept with him” Namjoon rationalized. “The imposter”

“Yeah, and?” Huffing, you leaned against the window. “I already feel shitty enough about it so don’t you run your mouth at me”

“No I—” He moved closer to you, searching your face. Your eyes mixed with vulnerability and resilience. You were tough, he knew that. He saw that so clearly even through the years he dismissed you. “Come here”

He pulled you into his chest, hand cradling the back of your head. He hugged you—he couldn’t remember the last time he had. Probably over a decade ago. He didn’t deserve to hold you, he knew it deep down. But whatever little he could offer you now, he would do it. He would do anything for you.

“I’m so sorry” He mumbled into the top of your head. “I won’t abandon you again, I promise”

He could feel your shoulders relax, your arms wrapping around his torso.

“This is your fault” You sobbed, “Everything is your fault Joonie”

“I know” He kissed your forehead, gazing into your teary eyes. His palm cupping your face, thumb wiping away your tears. His heart twisting in his chest.

Seconds passed so incredibly slow, yet too fast for him to think.

“I love you” His eyes widened as the words left his mouth. You blinked at him in confusion.

“W-what?”

“I know you hate me, and you have every right to. But I—I love you Y/n. I always have. Jin looming over my shoulder all my life just made me not realize it”

“Are you fucking kidding me Joonie? I always wanted you” You stared at him in disbelief. “You—you used me. I still have trouble opening my heart to anyone because of what you did to me—and now you’re saying you love me??”

“I know. Okay. I know what I did and I regret it every single day. I just hated Jin so much. More than I loved you, and now that Jin’s gone I can finally let myself feel it”

“You’re the fucking reason that I was engaged to Taehyung! I had a choice—I chose you”

Namjoon blinked. “Huh?”

“Yeah and you asked me if I loved Jin and I said I didn’t, so you told your mother to set me up with Taehyung”

“That’s not what happened”

“The fuck you mean it’s not what happened Joon? I clearly remember—”

“Y/n” Namjoon held your shoulders tightly, “I didn’t even know they asked you. Jin just told me one day. I swear”

You receded in silence.

“I’m pretty sure Jin was the one who decided too. Did you know, mom never left the company for him? He tricked me. Made me promise to see your engagement through and give him Nexus shares in exchange for the casinos”

You gulped, quiet for a moment to process before speaking: “He was also apparently seeing someone. A serious relationship”

“Yeah” Namjoon gulped. He had a pretty decent idea who it was, but didn’t want to tell you anything he didn’t know for sure. He’d put you through enough today. “I heard”

You gulped. Staring into his eyes. Until your eyes dropped to his lips. Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat. Rhythm rushing the blood in his veins.

“Namjoon—” You looked away, but Namjoon held your chin steady with his finger. Tilting your face up to his.

“I love you” He repeated. “I’m here now, nothing will happen to you. No one can hurt you anymore. Not even him”

He leaned in just a tad. Pausing to ensure you wanted this. He wouldn’t push you. Wouldn’t manipulate you ever again.

“Don’t”

A man’s voice came from the door.

“Please—don’t”

Jungkook rushed back to the car. Taehyung and Yoongi were clearly in the middle of some sort of intense discussion.

“Where is she?” Yoongi asked, looking around. He squinted at Namjoon’s car. “Wait—is that—”

“Yeah” Jungkook exhaled, turning on the engine, “Namjoon is back” He looked to Taehyung, “You can go in if you want, but we already arrested Jimin”

Taehyung remained still. Silent. Only the sound of his shaky breath until finally his eyes rose to meet Jungkook’s.

“Yeah” Jungkook glanced at Yoongi who shrugged. “I’ll go in”

“Do you want me to come with you Taehyung?” Yoongi reached out to him. Taehyung shook his head.

“Thanks Yoongi hyung. I should be fine. They’re family”

“Tell Y/n to call me when she can okay” Yoongi called out as Taehyung exited the car. Jungkook peered at him, an uneasy feeling in his gut. Alas he had more pressing issues at the moment. He rushed back to the station.

Jimin was locked in a cell when he arrived. Grinning wide. Infuriating Jungkook.

“You father would be so disappointed in you, interfering with the fall of the Kim’s” Jimin taunted from behind bars.

“You don’t know my father” He hissed under his breath.

“I was Kim Seokjin’s therapist—I know quite a bit about your father” Jimin walked up to the bars, pressing his face in between them. “And that he deserved to die”

“Enough” Jungkook snapped, his voice dropping low. “I have a few questions, and then I’m leaving you here to rot, got it?”

Jimin clicked his tongue in amusement. “Go ahead then. Ask me what you really want to know” He grinned wide, “Like how tight Y/n’s little cunt was”

Jungkook’s fist slammed against the pole. “Haven’t I beat you enough for today? Or are you a freak who likes it?”

“You like it too I bet. Beating people. Your dad sure did”

“Say one more thing about my dad” Jungkook hissed. Jimin pursed his lips in amusement.

“Am I in here because of impersonation? Because I didn’t commit any fraud, technically. Lying isn’t a crime”

“You’re a person of interest in the murder of Kim Seokjin”

Jimin giggled, “God, you’re all fucking idiots. I didn’t kill Seokjin. I was his doctor. And you can’t ask me about him because that information is protected by law”

“I can, since he’s fucking dead, and whatever he confessed in therapy might help us find out what happened”

“How long are you going to pretend, Jeon Jungkook?” Jimin asked, “How long are you going to act like this wasn’t all you?”

“Please—don’t”

Both you and Namjoon turned towards the voice. Namjoon’s lips parted in shock, while you stood—frozen in time.

Curly black hair. Eyes that glimmered so uniquely they made you want to stare at them for hours. Soft, thin lips. Pretty lashes. The resemblance was uncanny.

Pain seared through your chest.

“Taehyung?” Namjoon’s voice shattered your flashback. “Is that really you?”

He nodded, turning to his brother. Namjoon hesitated, before awkwardly opening his arms to embrace him. Taehyung melted into him—a boy reunited with his brother. It was a heartwarming sight.

“My god, Tae” Namjoon muttered, “Where the hell have you been?”

He turned back towards you. You were still too stunned to speak. His eyes scanned you up and down—in a way that made you feel like he could see through you. Straight to your bones.

“Hi” His eyes softened, but his face remained still. “Remember me?”

He must have spoken, but you couldn’t hear anything but your heart hammering in your ears. Panic flooding your veins. Your head feeling light—dizzy. Everything shifted, everything blurred.

"Are you scared of me, princess?"

There it was. The nickname. You stiffened as he leaned forward, fingers trailing up your jaw until he held your cheek in his palm. Held you gaze in his own, eyes drifting with mystery. His voice was so incredibly soft. Sweet even. Contrasting the ever so slightly amused glint in his eye.

You exhaled, heart throbbing through your ribs, almost to the point of suffocation.

"Hyung," Taehyung shifted to look at Namjoon who was watching the scene unfold intently, lips pursed in worry. Truth be told, he had been shocked at the intimate moment he almost walked in on. He never recalled Namjoon having any affection for you—or anyone for that matter. “Can we have a minute?”

"Yeah, of course. I’ll be in my room" Namjoon stood up slowly, looking to you for some sort of affirmation that it was okay to leave. You sent him a slight nod, to which his shoulders relaxed.

Ten years. Shocking nightmares every single night. Screaming to you, if maybe you might look back. If you might spare him a second glance and save him.

Taehyung was no idiot. He wasn’t oblivious to soft glances of attraction between you and Jin, speaking through nothing but the shy glimmer in your eyes.

Year after year passed, and he wondered if you’d care enough to find him. Wondered if you’d dare to question the actions of his brother—you didn’t.

And his resentment grew like a tumor in his soul.

You stood, a ghost from the past—a figment of this twisted reality. And Taehyung could finally drink you in. Your eyes were filled with a dead numbness. There used to be a light in there.

You were his princess. He was the first to say it, the first to think it, and as far as he was concerned the only one who truly had the right to call you it.

But where were you during his darkest days?

Your features softened, a mix of recognition and affection filling your gaze.

Taehyung didn’t know when he moved. Who moved first. The whole moment was a timeless blur. Wrapping his arms around you, the storm seemed to fade. All the years of separation melting away, resentment and distrust fading to dust, leaving only the warmth of your embrace.

He didn't want to hold you too tightly and yet, he couldn't bring himself to let go. Truth be told, Taehyung had never been more afraid in his entire life. Afraid of you. Afraid of his feelings for you.

Afraid of the ability you had to drive him completely and utterly insane.

“Are you real?” You looked into his eyes. “Fuck, Taehyung, I missed you so much”

Stepping away, he regarded you. Looking you up and down before his jaw hardened. The dark spells of his mind knocking on the forefront.

“You missed me?” He scoffed, tongue rolling in his cheek as he cocked his head. “You could have tried to find me, Y/n”

“Taehyung I—” His heart leapt when his name left your lips. “I don’t—I don’t even know why they sent you away”

“Did you try and find out?”

You gave him a guilty look. Reaching out for him but he flinched at your touch. “I thought about you all the time”

“Answer me” He snapped. You gulped.

“Well, Jin—”

“Don’t say his name to me” Taehyung hissed, “He did this to me, do you even know that Y/n?”

“I can’t” You shook your head rapidly, tears spilling from your eyes. Taehyung felt queasy at the sight, “I can’t deal with this. Why can’t you be happy to see me?”

“I spent ten years. Ten fucking years locked in psychiatric facilities, Y/n” He gripped your shoulders, “You were here, playing princess in my house—don’t tell me how I should fucking feel”

“I didn’t know” You pleaded, reaching for his face, “Taehyung I swear to you, I didn’t know”

“My mom is dead” He exhaled, a hint of amusement in his voice, “I didn’t even know about it—no one even fucking told me. And hyung too”

“Taehyung” You ran your fingers through his hair. He couldn’t help but croon into your touch. Muscles relaxing under the sweet sensation. “I’m so sorry”

He let his eyes flutter shut, you rested your head on his chest. He was taller than you. His hands holding your waist steady. Forehead resting against yours as tears began to drip down his face.

“I want to know everything” You spoke in hushed tones. Your voice soft, like music to his ears. He could feel your breath on his lips. “I want to make up for the time we lost, okay, I promise you”

He nodded lightly, sniffling.

“You’re so handsome, Tae” There was pride in your voice that brought a shy smile to his face. “Look at you, all grown up” He chuckled, wiping his tears away. He looked at you again, sighing deeply before resting his head back on your shoulder.

You pressed your lips to Taehyung’s cheek before stepping away from him. He gasped for air, the walls closing around him suddenly at the loss of your touch.

“Listen, I need to go to the station to give my report. I’ll be back soon, okay?” He watched, again you were leaving him. Without looking back.

He almost believed you.

Almost.

It was a lie.

A pathetic lie, but you couldn’t take it anymore. Seeing Taehyung—the real Taehyung, made it all too real.

Can we not meet at the station?

You sent the message—not knowing if Jungkook would respond.

Could use a drink. Meet me here—he sent an address. Tucked away in the inner city where no one would recognize you. None of Jin’s lackeys, or your mother’s goons. It was hardly your kind of crowd. You were surprised—pleasantly even. Jeon Jungkook didn’t come across as someone who liked to party.

“Hey” He showed. No longer in his stupid leather jacket, he looked different, simply in a white t-shirt. Chain on his neck. Hair haphazard, rather than the slick back he wore to work. “You good?”

Jungkook orders two shots at the bar, sliding one to you as you settle into the barstool next to him. Remembering the last time the two of you were like this. The first day you met.

You clink your glass against his before downing the bitter liquid. You watch Jungkook’s face scrunch with distaste, followed by a smile.

You avoid his question, asking him instead: “Did you talk to Jimin?”

Jungkook nodded, “First, I want to talk to you about this morning” He placed his elbows on the bartop, leaning forward slightly. His voice lowered, “We were in a rush, but I want to hear what you were trying to say”

You scoffed.

“Did he hurt you, Y/n?” You glared at him. “You said he fucked you in your sleep…”

You exhaled slowly, “Honestly I wouldn’t mind what he did, if we had discussed it first. But in my gut I just knew, Taehyung—would never violate me like that” Your fingers curled into your palm, “He was so rough. So insane. I just” You shook your head, disgusted by the bought of pity in Jungkook’s eyes. “I’ve grown up with men like that”

He nodded, absorbing every word.

“Wanna dance?”

You looked at him skeptically.

“Detective Jeon Jungkook dances?”

He gave you a sly wink before grabbing your wrist. With a tight pull, he leads you into the crowd. Locking his eyes with yours, everything else fading to dark as his magnetic pull drew you in.

You tried to focus on the music. The familiar feeling of a loud bass, a crowd of people and booze. Even still, intrusive thoughts knocked at your mind—Namjoon was home, Taehyung was home.

Taehyung resented you. Taehyung blamed you.

“Look at me” Jungkook leaned into you, hands ghosting over your hips as they began to sway to the pulsating beat. “Don’t think about them. Only look at me”

His eyes flickered with a softness. A pain which he also was trying so desperately to escape. You reckoned that Jungkook might have been a kind, fun loving person if not for the trauma the Kim’s put him through by killing his father. Instead he was trapped in the same web as you.

Your hands slid around his neck, loosely as your fingers weaved through his hair. He guided you, shielded you from onlookers. His eyes on you and nothing else. Transfixed to you like a curse.

It was ironic. Dangerous even. Everything about Jungkook made you distrust him. And you had no doubt he didn’t trust you either. Within the walls the two of you built, you had somehow grown closer. You couldn’t even pinpoint when. Somewhere along the way you began to see him clearly, or let him see you.

His touch is tender as he pulls your ass in, pressing your chest up against him so he can grind into you. His bulge gratifying, easing the tension throbbing between your legs. Stroking your ego, making you feel desired without the ugly aftertaste that often came with it. His large hands feel so good on you, you never want him to let go.

Your eyes flutter shut, surrendering completely to him. He turns you around so he can trace your neck with his nose. His fingers light fires across your sides, and you want to feel more but he doesn’t push it.

He stops suddenly, gazing at you with the colors of the flashing lights reflecting through his wide doe eyes. A glow on his face that you weren’t sure was real, or if it was simply the tone of his stare.

He looked as though he wanted to say something. And you desperately wanted to hear him. His mouth opened slightly, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.

The space between you vanishing.

Inch by inch.

Until you swore you could taste him.

Your phone vibrated suddenly. Jungkook flinched, stepping back. With a guilty look, you excused yourself, slipping into a quiet corner of the club.

“Mazel tov” The snarky voice echoed through, “The prodigal son returns”

“Where the fuck have you been?” You snapped. “How could you let this happen? How did you not know?”

“Relax darling, I’ve been caught up entertaining your lover boy. Glad to finally have him out of my hair, truly. He’s bad for my cortisol”

“Well did you get a confession?”

“He doesn’t remember. Which is good for us. I can easily plant evidence for your Detective”

“Good. Do it soon. Jungkook wants the murderer to be Namjoon so it’s likely he will believe anything he gets. Not sure what to do about this Park Jimin fellow”

“Well darling, like I said last time. You say the word, and I’ll clean up your mess”

Rolling your eyes, you hung up the phone. Turning back around, Jungkook stood where you left him, bewildered.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed past the sea of dancers. You didn’t know why—you didn’t care. In that moment, you wanted nothing more than that Jungkook’s hands all over you. His lips on yours. You wanted his snarky little comments, his profound advice. To learn his every scar. Every crevice. And show him yours. You wanted to run away with him and never look back.

“Kiss me Jeon Jungkook” You hooked his shirt, dragging his face down to yours. Catching his lips in a desperate kiss.

The heat was overwhelming. Shamelessly, you kissed him in the middle of the crowd. Music numbing out into the sounds of two pounding hearts. His hands finding the small of your back.

You’d kissed him before but this was different. Even in the fire of the moment, you could feel how much he wanted you. How much he craved your lips, just like you craved his. He was water, and you were dying of thirst. He was air, and you were drowning.

He cupped your face, deepening the kiss as he pulled you impossibly closer. Finding breaths through your parted lips, you dared not pull away.

“Car” He breathed into your mouth. Voice raspy, feverish.

Grabbing his wrist, you led him out of the club. The fresh outdoor air hitting you with a sharp coldness. Loss of the bodies around you.

Jungkook slammed you against the hood of his car, pinning you down before sucking into your neck. You moaned loudly, his thigh slotting between your legs giving you barely any friction. You bucked your hips desperately as his lips moved down.

You were still wearing Namjoon’s clothes. Jungkook hissed, grabbing the hem of the hoodie and yanking it off of you. There was nothing underneath. Your nipples hardening in the cold as Jungkook smirked, rolling his thumb over one. Watching you writhe and twitch under him.

“You’re so fucking hot” He hissed, latching his teeth onto your tit and sucking lightly. Tongue darting out, flicking the sensitive flesh as your back arched. Looking down at him, as much as you wanted to look away. The pleasure unbearable.

He moved onto the other breast, taking his time as if the two of you weren’t in public. As if someone couldn’t just walk up and see how Jungkook shamelessly sucked your tits. Pulling away, you could see a string of drool land on your chest as he smacked his lips.

“Tell me what you want” He ordered, fingers gripping around your neck. Not tight enough to impact your breathing, but enough to make sure you knew who was in charge.

You were speechless. Irritated, Jungkook slid his thumb into your mouth and watched you suck it obscenely.

“What do you want, Y/n?” He asked again, replacing his thumb with his tongue, tangling it with yours into another kiss.

“You” You gasped, loving the weight of his strong body on yours. “I want you, Jungkook”

You could feel his lips curve into a grin. “For the record” He whispered, teeth grazing your lips, tugging at them. “I still hate you”

You nodded. Awestruck as he pulled his cock out, not letting you look anywhere but his eyes.

“I hate how entitled you are” He tugged your sweats down to press his heavy tip against your clit, “I hate how you’re so bratty”

He pressed his cock in, sliding into your folds just a bit. “Full of fucking attitude, think you’re fucking invincible.”

You gulped, recalling Taehyung’s similar words.

“I hate all these men in your life. You’re complicated. You’re messy. You’re manipulative, and I can see it” With every word he pressed in a little more until he bottomed out. Hissing sharply, he met your eyes again. “Playing victim, but you’re just as bad as the rest of them”

“So why the fuck” His lips were tight against yours, hardly kissing but more just breathing into one another, “Do I want you so much?” He thrust into you slowly, rolling his hips. You kissed his neck, moving your hands through his hair and onto his back as he found a steady rhythm.

Your legs caressed his back, moving up and down against him with every thrust. It was filthy. Your naked body against the cool metal of his car. Desperately throwing yourself at this man.

And yet, you held onto him as tight as you could, crying out as he pistoned in and out of you.

His hands moving under your thighs, nails gripping into them painfully as he lifted you up. You forgot how strong he was—effortlessly he carried you, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist as he bounced you up and down on his cock. Face burying into your neck, lapping up the skin with open-mouthed kisses.

“You think you’re a princess do you?” Jungkook grabbed your neck, setting you back to lie on the car.  Stilling for a moment he watched your fucked out eyes. “I’m thinking you’re more like a little desperate slut”

“I am” You exhaled, nodding dumbly, “I’m a slut for you. Wanna do whatever you want Jungkook please f-fuck”

He rammed back into you. Cock hitting you deep. You walls clenching around him, leaking to which Jungkook growled under his breath. His fingers finding your clit, working it expertly, causing your eyes to roll back as pleasure seized you.

Twitching all over, shocks of lust pouring through your veins. Jungkook coerced your orgasm as his cock sheathed into you. Your folds fluttering around his length, tightening it’s visceral grip.

“They can’t make you cum like I do baby” Jungkook pulled out, stroking himself against your thigh. “Get on your fucking knees”

You obeyed. Sliding down the car until your bare knees were on the parking lot. Jungkook’s cock stood proud in your face. You watched, eyes blasted and needy, before placing your own hands in place of his.

He watched as you stroked him. As your lips pressed against his tip before you let him sink down your throat. Hollowing your cheeks, you gave him everything you possibly could. Bobbing your head up and down, the noises bringing shame to your cheeks.

“Show me your pretty tits baby” Jungkook grabbed a fistful of your hair, “Want to cum on your tits”

You gasped, releasing him with a pop of your lips. Immediately pressing your tits together so Jungkook could slide his heavy cock between them. It felt good. Him rubbing up against you like this. Your heart against his pulsing need. You pulled him closer, wanting to feel him more. He licked his lips, watching you intently.

You stared up at him. Eyes gleaming. Jungkook spurted all over you, cum landing on your chest. Your heart sunk, knowing the moment would end. Reality was waiting for you at home. Your escape had ended.

Jungkook’s eyes softened, as he helped you up. You kissed him again, urging him for more. Urging him to fill you up again. To fuck you senseless all night long. Moaning into his mouth, you rolled your body against him.

“Fuck baby” Jungkook gripped your waist, stilling your movements, “You need me that bad huh?” You nodded, biting your lip as he teased you, “Yeah? You want more huh?”

You turned around, bending over so your ass was on display. Jungkook cursed under his breath as you spread your legs. An open invitation. Every man’s dream.

Licking his fingers, he ran them through your folds, spreading them out and pushing through the wetness. You gushed over him. Whimpering. He kept rubbing you, his movements strong but not rushed. Lips grazing your bare back.

His other hand slid between you and the car, gripping your breast hard. He pumped his fingers inside you, chest pressed against your back. You could feel his breath against your nape, riling you up even more. Heat pooling all over you.

He chuckled. The vibrations of which hit you right in the core. You were so turned on you couldn’t help it. You leaked all over, squirting into you palm. Jungkook laughed more as you came. Your fingers digging into your palms as you screamed.

“Already? You’re so fucking desperate”

“I don’t wanna go home” You confessed. Jungkook paused.

He turned you around, palm resting against your cheek.

“I know” He stiffened, “I’m sorry, for what you’re going through”

Jungkook pulled you up, grabbing your clothes from the ground. He led you to the backseat of the car where he let you tear his clothes off of him.

Settling onto his strong lap, he let you grind your wet pussy against him. Naked bodies fused together. You clawed at the back of his head, moaning at the top of your lungs as you sunk down on Jungkook’s cock again.

He watched you, amazed. Your eyes shut, bouncing up and down on him. Rutting desperately.

You’re not sure when you stopped. The two of you like hormonal teenagers, touching kissing and fucking until your limbs were sore. Jungkook, surprisingly, ever the giver, made you cum more times than you ever had in one night. And even when you were too sensitive for anything more, you still couldn’t find the will to leave.

Until you remembered the look in Taehyung’s eyes.

Jungkook held you. Lightly kissing your back as you cuddled into him. Again, another position you never thought you’d find yourself in with Jeon Jungkook.

“You should go” Jungkook’s voice was barely above a whisper. You gave him a hurt look, “I know, I know. You’ll be okay”

Sitting upright, you began to put your clothes on. Jungkook watched before speaking again,

“Jung Hoseok”

You stilled.

“Jin was seeing Jung Hoseok. The two of them were dating. I had a suspicion and Jimin confirmed it earlier.”

Shit.

“You acted like you didn’t know”

You looked at him. To see if he was actually hurt by your lying, or used to your games.

“I don’t know anyone named Jung Hoseok”

Jungkook stared at you before scoffing.

“Not only do you know Jung Hoseok, but I know that you called him many times before Jin’s death. I have evidence that both he and Namjoon were with you at some point that night,”

You remained silent, fuming.

“He was the one who called you earlier, wasn’t he?”

You swallowed.

“I’m not the one unwilling to be on the same side” Jungkook sighed, “I told you before, we can help each other out. You’re hiding so much from me, and have the audacity to think of yourself as a victim. All you need to do is tell me what happened that night, and I can help you figure this out”

“Fuck you Jeon. This was a mistake” You snapped, “Take me home”

Jungkook clicked his tongue, “Right. Home to your Kim boys. To your palace”

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nexus (m) part 5

focus: jungkook x reader, seokjin x reader, taehyung x reader | smut: seokjin x reader

summary: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest. after a shocking murder, a detective with a vendetta drags you into unraveling a web of dangerous lies that cause you to question who you trust, and who you love

characters: detective!jungkook, ex/bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model/gangster!hoseok, therapist!jimin

genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime/mafia!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au

wordcount: 7.5k

warnings: proceed with caution. soft yandere vibes but nothing too explicit, angst, arguing, pool sex, unprotected sex, pet names (princess), arms dealing mentions, jin has some dom energy i guess, taehyung gives solid yandere vibes tbh, choking, strip tease, masturbation, LOADs of sexual tension, flirting, a sickening amount of making out, taehyung tries to kill you but not really, manipulation, firearms, discussions of mental instability (inaccurate), power dynamics, misogyny, feelings of betrayal, heartbreak, anxiety, fainting, taehyung is cold as ice ice baby, jungkook is angsty, jin is a sexy bitch, character death

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Your eyes fluttered open. A familiar feeling of unease sweeping over you as your mind calibrates. No longer were you dreaming of Jungkook’s strong arms around you. His fingers exploring the expanse of your skin.

His lips—his eyes, everywhere.

No.

He was a Jeon.

You couldn’t fall in love with a Jeon.

There was a shadow casting over you. At the edge of your vision, an ethereal silhouette standing in your doorway.  Enveloped in a dark silk robe. His open collarbones striking in contrast.

Eyes sharp. Precise. Memorizing you.

“Morning” You rubbed your eyes. He said nothing.

“I said good morning, Taehyung”

“It’s 3 in the afternoon” His voice was ice.

“Well,” You sat up, running your fingers over the expanse of your soft blanket. “I hope you haven’t been waiting for me”

Taehyung scoffed slightly.

“I know better than to waste my time waiting for you”

A knife twisted deep in your heart. His words were so bitter. Tone nonchalant. Running his fingers through his jet-black hair. Taking a better look, you could see the ends of his hair were damp. Beads of water on his neck.

He went to your bedside, pouring a glass of water. His arms—those subtle veins—flexing as he did. He looked up at you. His expression shifted. Glossing with rage.

The glass shattered in his hand.

“Shit” You got up, pulling him away from the shards. Brushing fragments off of his robe “Fuck Tae—”

“I see the hickeys all over your chest.” Your eyes widened.

“Excuse me?”

He reached out shamelessly, fingers tracing along your collarbone. A subtle trail of his blood. Dipping into the sweetheart of your neck. His fingers slid up to your throat, pushing your chin up with his thumb.

“Taehyung—”

His grip tightened. Every single one of his fingers wrapped around you like a vice. You could feel the hate in his touch. The resentment on his skin.

“It would be so easy to send you exactly where you belong.” The edge of his lip quirked. “In hell, with my bastard brother. You two deserve each other”

His dark eyes possessed you. You became hauntingly aware that he could probably just kill you. That 10 years of resentment and isolation would brew all kinds of complicated problems.

He released you. You gasped for air, collapsing over yourself as his menacing eyes remained steady.

“What do you want, huh?” You folded your arms over your chest, “I apologized. I begged for forgiveness. The least you can do is tell me what I’m apologizing for.”

Taehyung was younger than you. But watching the expression around his eyes you could tell he’d been through a lot. He was dark—tortured, hurting inside and all you wanted was to take it all away.

“What the hell did they do to you?” You sat back down on the edge of your bed. Taehyung towered over you. Tongue rolling against his cheek.

“Detective Jeon’s father” Taehyung started, “Killed your mother.”

Oh so we’re just diving straight in. Inhaling sharply, you gave him a nod. “I know”

Of course you knew. It was fueling your latest dilemma. Your mantra every time Jungkook kissed you so deliciously and you had to pull yourself back to the reality that he was, in fact, a Jeon.

“Well, I’m the one who saw it happen” Taehyung began to tremble slightly, sliding onto the barstool with you next to him. You set a hand on his knee. “I told hyung, because I was so fucking scared. I thought he would hurt you next. When hyung gets angry he…”

A small smile spread over your lips. You were no stranger to Jin’s anger. How terrifying he could be in the, albeit rare times he would lose his otherwise charming demeanor.

“He had me point out who killed her. He took me with him and he shot Mr. Jeon. Like a maniac. Then he turned around and told the Chairwoman that I pulled the trigger. And my mother…was furious. I think she may have been having an affair with him”

Not just an affair. You mused. She ordered the fucking kill.

But he didn’t need to know that.

“She was furious at me. I was young, and I allegedly had killed someone. Naturally, she sent me away to get psychiatric help. Jin was her shining star, of course. The first son. She believed him over me”

Taehyung’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment. It reminded of you when you’d watch him doze off in your lap. He really did have such beautiful eyelashes.

“That man who was impersonating me, Dr. Park—he was on my care team. He was instructed to give me pills to keep me from being stable enough to leave the facility. Jin orchestrated all of it. He kept me locked up for 10 years, just so he could have you all to himself. I figured it out. Stopped taking meds. I figured out he was trying to impersonate me so I began to lie to him. Hoping that someone I trusted—you, Namjoon—someone would notice he wasn’t me”

You held your hands out. Reluctantly, he placed his palm against yours, letting you squeeze. His eyes flashed. They were starved for affection, you could tell. He must not have had anyone to support him. To touch him. To keep him out of his mind.

“What do you need from me to fix this?” You blinked up at him earnestly. He simply held your gaze. Words apparently caught, as he gulped. “Because I will do anything”

“Time”

Fair.

“You’ve changed” It was meant as an insult. Of course, considering what Taehyung knew of you. A naïve, innocent girl who believed in fantasies. “Do you still play cards?”

Your grip on him tightened excitedly. “I do. Would you like to play?”

He squinted at you. “Later. Detective Jeon called for you” His eyes went back to your bruised chest. You wondered how he was able to figure out so much without any words.

Letting his hand go, you rose to go get changed. Taehyung’s hand brushed against your elbow, stopping you.

“Princess” He breathed shakily.

“Yeah?” You looked back at him.

“Did you and my brother…were you together?”

You smiled. Thinking back to the last night you saw him. The sweet moments before chaos erupted.

“No” Your fingers twisted against the fabric of your tank top. “We did not get together”

Taehyung nodded, heading for your door. He slowed down, for barely a second. Not even looking at you.

Hauntingly soft, he whispered:

“I’ll always know when you’re lying to me, princess”

- The night of the murder -

His plush lips melted against yours. He kissed you like you were a craving he couldn't shake. Like those lips weren't the very same ones spewing the lies that made it impossible for you to trust him. As if he could break through to you through the tug of his teeth against your bottom lip. Or the soft breaths he'd breathe into you.

It was everything. From your fingertips to your head, every inch of you brought to life. You’d never felt anything like it. Dizzy with need, you kissed him back harder, wanting to get lost in him.

He exhaled, barely able to catch his breath. His eyes were so sincere, so in love, you felt your throat get caught. Your chest burning.

“I love you Y/n” He had said it in one fell breath, cursing as his lips continued to move against yours. You could have been flying, you’d never quite felt so high.

“I-I love you too, Jin please”

“Fuck” The growl in his voice had you weak in the knees, “Princess you say my name like that I swear I’ll” He bit into your bottom lip softly, nose tracing yours. His words were caught, and you felt him stiffen.

“So do it” You blinked at him, gripping his shirt so tight it could tear. “Come on, Jin. I won’t tell. You won’t tell.”

His hands circled your hips. Pinching the fabric, tugging at it unconsciously.

“But then what, hm? Princess? I can’t let you go once I’ve had a taste”

“So don’t let me go.” You pleaded. Jin looked away. “You hate that I am getting engaged. You hate when I flirt with your friends. You hate that I have Yoongi. You’re jealous.”

You dropped your volume “Because you want me just as bad”

Jin looked into your eyes and you swore you could see his heart breaking. He was so beautiful, so twisted and yet you adored him.

“Princess…your mother” Jin stroked your waist tenderly, speaking softly. “She didn’t like me. At all. She specifically put in her will that if you and I ever got married you would lose control of her company. Of Nexus. Otherwise”

Jin smiled in defeat, gazing into your starry eyes. “I would have made you mine the second I could”

And just like that. Nothing—nothing was going to keep off of this man.

The safehouse was surrounded by a pine forest. The air was chilly, the stars glimmering in the sky. The back pool was glowing with underlights—the blue marbling reflecting off your face as you sat poolside, legs like a pendulum, kicking against your thoughts.

Jin slowly made his way outside after making the two of you a drink.

He handed your glass to you. Clinking it against his own before you both took a sip. A mutual decision to lose inhibition.

“You okay?” His question was sincere. You stared back into the pool. The edge had a small, sleek fountain. Pouring in more and more—but never overspilling.

You downed your drink. Welcome the burn down your throat. Jin took a seat on the firm cushioned pool chair. Legs spread, resting his elbows on his thighs. Swirling the glass against his wrist as he watched you.

His chest muscles pressing against the fabric of his button-down. He had popped a few buttons open, revealing his smooth chest. The glowing light reflected in his smouldering eyes. Eyes that were on the edge of danger. One word away from snapping.

You set your glass aside. Leaning back on your palms, stretching your neck back.

“You didn’t touch me in the shower this morning”

He took another sip.

“We’re just friends”

You got up, the water dripping down your legs. Facing him. Your dress was already scrunched up, but you looked Jin straight in the eye as you hooked your fingers under the straps, letting it glide down your frame.

“You’re right” You responded. A grin hooked on Jin’s face.

“You really are beautiful, princess” His voice was breathless. His compliments only fueled you. You loved his words like they were silk ribbons against your bare skin.

Next was your panties. Dragging them down your legs—you tossed them towards Jin. Without flinching, he caught them.

He was clearly amused. Intrigued to see what you would do next. Your naked body shivered in the crisp night. Nipples hard and aching to be touched.

“You like playing games with me, right Jin? Making bets”

You jumped into the water. Wading your way to the other end of the pool.

“Sure, princess”

“Then I bet you can’t come into this water and not fuck me”

“What’s in it for me?” He tilted his head, taunting you.

“I win, you take me out of this stupid marriage deal. You win—and I’ll give you Nexus”

His eyes flashed with interest. Thumb running against his jaw and he considered your offer.

Without an answer, Jin finished off his drink. Kicking his shoes off he stepped into the pool—clothes on. Wading towards you.

You could see his chest under his shirt now—the water bleeding through the white. He approached you. Inches away. Not touching.

And then your fingers slipped into your cunt. Without leaving his gaze.

Lips parting, you gasped. You pumped yourself, your other hand falling onto Jin’s neck. His pupils widened when he realized what you were doing.

“You really have no shame”

You let out a soft laugh, but the heat in your core was overbearing. Your fingers trailed up Jin’s neck, cupping his jaw before you pushed your thumb between his lips.

And he sucked it.

Shamelessly.

You surged with wetness.

You floated closer to him still, watching the way his mouth moved, Imagining against your throbbing pussy.

You added another finger to your cunt. Jin’s tongue pushed out your thumb.

“You feel good, princess?” His voice was coarse. You bit your lip, whining as you nodded.

“Yeah” Your voice was embarrassingly whiny. “M’ wanna come”

“What’s that?” Jin taunted, his gaze darkening on you. You could feel the heat radiating off of his skin.

“Wanna come…for you” You slide your mouth against his. He kissed you firmly, his hand reaching down, gripping your wrist hard and pulling you out of yourself. Replacing it with his own two fingers.

He cursed, as you clenched down on his fingers. His thumb rubbing against your clit. Slowly.

Your foreheads pressed together. Mouths open, breathing each other in.

“Wanna come”

“Not yet” Jin growled.

“Please” You whimpered softly. “Let me come”

Jin smirked, his other hand curling around your neck. “You listen to me.” He growled. “You come when I fucking tell you to come. Is that clear?”

How were you not supposed to get more turned on by that? You soaked his fingers and his grip on your throat tightened.

He pulled his fingers out so fast, it made you dizzy. The night thing you knew he was lifting you up, pulling your thighs apart so you could wrap your legs around him. His jaw slacked against your neck, sucking your skin as you cried out into the night.

“Fuck” He hissed, “You’re so hot” He cupped your breast, pushing it up to meet his lips. He sucked on your nipples in tight tugs—before widening his mouth so his tongue could flick at you.

Flipped you around—you back against his chest. The buckle of his belt pressed against the cushion of your ass. His hands fisting your breasts. Lips behind your ear.

You were so overstimulated, you wanted to cry. You could come from these teasing touches alone—and you knew he knew it. Your body was glowing despite the cool water it was submerged in. Every cell alive with desire.

He gripped your throat again, pulling you back to him so he could kiss your neck. His hair brushing against you, making you feral.

And then he unzipped his pants.

Pushed himself inside you.

“Go ahead” He ordered. “Come”

The pressure of him filling you up had you shattering. You screamed as you came all over his cock, squeezing the life out of him as he hissed violently. He didn’t move, just let you spasm with wetness while he felt every bit. You lost your balance, held up only by his fingers on your neck and breast which were still squeezing at you.

He filled you up so painstakingly good. And the fact that he just snapped so suddenly had you twitching all over. You’d never come so hard in your life.

If anyone were to see you right now, they’d see a man dressed in drenched business attire fucking a fully naked woman against a pool wall.

Fuck.

“You lost” You mumbled, reaching back to touch his cheek. You turned your face as much as you could to look into his eyes. “I won”

“I don’t give a fuck” Jin growled. “You’re mine now”

You smiled blissfully as his heavy cock dragged out of your cunt before slamming back inside you. The water in the pool spilling out over the edges. Splashing wildly.

“Jin—yes” You pouted with pleasure. “Oooh fuck, yes”

He took his time. Each thrust harder than the previous. And he watched your expression. The way your eyes rolled back, lips parted almost drooling at how good he was fucking you.

“So fucking tight for me, Princess—fuck” He dug his teeth against your ear. “You know how many times I’ve thought about this—ramming my fat cock into you while you whine and beg for me just like this”

He slid out, turning you to face him. He took a moment to smile, a look of incredulous disbelief in his electric eyes.

“My good girl” He tugged your bottom lip. “My pretty girl” His lips glued to yours. Lingering “You’re mine princess”

You nodded, humming against him. He rubbed the head of his cock against your clit—not leaving your lips for more than a second.

“Why’d you give in?” You asked him.

He slid back into you seamlessly. And you felt right at home. Gazing into his eyes, lips locked, with him inside you.

He rolled his hips, bouncing you up and down on his length. Your fingers scraping against his back. Finally grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging it. Jin hissed, biting at your lips. His hands on your ass, squeezing the flesh, digging his fingers in.

He licked your teeth, then your lips, before pushing his tongue into your mouth.

He gripped your jaw, tilting your chin up.

“Look at me, princess”

You did.

He sheathed himself inside of you. “Come”

And you exploded.

He had you on command. The power he held over you was absurd but you loved it. You loved him.

“Good girl” He stroked your face. The aftershocks consumed you as you whimpered. He coaxed you through it. “There you go, princess, you’re doing so good” Pecking kisses at the edge of your lips as you cursed out.

He slid his hand between your hot bodies, rubbing your clit as you writhed in his hold. He kept you cumming until there were tears in your eyes. And you were begging him—screaming for him to stop.

All the while, he kept digging into you. His pace picking up but his gaze never leaving yours.

And by God the way he looked at you—that was someone in love. So possessed with the flaming adoration and desire that reason flew out the door. He’d kill for you. He’d die for you. You had no doubt in your mind.

And then darkness came knocking into your mind and your high dissipated. You were supposed to kill him tonight.

Your eyes softened at him. A tear rolling down your cheek. Jin slowed his pace, looking at you with concern. He swiped the tear away with his thumb.

“Princess” He whispered, nudging your cheek, “Everything okay?”

The tears began to stream down faster. Jin move your arms so he could hold both your hands, still inside you.

“What’s wrong?” The possessive edge in his voice was evident.

You sniffled.

“I love you so fucking much Jin”

Jin buckled over, digging his nails into your wrists. You could feel the hot pressure burst between your legs.

“Fuck” He cursed loudly, pounding into you at a punishing speed as spurts of cum painted your walls.

He calmed down, pulling you into a tight embrace. Kissing the back of your shoulder.

Facing you again, cupping your face in his palms. He searched your eyes.

“The only way you’re getting engaged tomorrow is over my dead body, princess” He promised. “You’re mine now, forever”

- Present Day -

Jungkook wasn’t sure if you’d even want to see him after how the two of you left things the previous night.

Guilt seized him.

“Why exactly are you putting us in a room together?” Across the room, Park Jimin sat, handcuffed to his chair. The light hanging above illuminated his glimmering eyes. Hair tousled. “You know I can just tell her that it was you. I was Jin’s therapist—I know you two were—”

Footsteps echoed from the hall.

“Shut up.” Jungkook rolled his eyes.

He felt his heart get lighter as you walked into the room.

You. Causal. Jungkook’s cock twitched. Those little shorts that made him want to just grab at you. A long-sleeved hoodie that covered your hands. This version of you, he swore he was obsessed. The version not hiding behind all the Kim’s blood money.

Jungkook knew you were attractive. From the time he lost his breath seeing you at your engagement, until now. But right now. Despite the tiredness in your eyes. He swore you’d never looked hotter.

He reached out for your hand.

The moment you touched; both of your eyes met. Some sense of understanding passed between you.

I’m sorry.

I know. Gazing into your eyes had become such a familiar thing. He couldn’t pinpoint when, but you went from antagonizing him to being a source of comfort.

You were still a brat. And he’d tell you as much.

“Sure, don’t mind me as you eye fuck each other” Jimin’s voice interrupted the tender moment.

Jungkook's fingers intertwined with yours, forming a reassuring grip as he guided you to a seat beside him. The warmth of his touch lingered, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the inside of your wrist—a silent promise that he was there by your side.

"Y/n, Dr. Park. I want to walk through the timeline of the murder with you both to see where your stories diverge. Now, I don’t think either of you did this," Jungkook stated with a calm resolve. “I think it was Jung Hoseok.”

Jungkook felt the tension ripple through you.

He watched as you looked at Jimin. Examining him with distaste. Thoughts running rampant in your mind—he just wanted to climb inside and hear what you were thinking.

“No.” You cleared your throat. “It was me.”

“What?” Both Jungkook and Jimin were startled by the sudden confession.

“I killed Jin. Arrest me”

Jimin’s brows furrowed. Jungkook was simply shocked.

“Y/n this isn’t funny.”

You brushed off his question, pulling your hand out of his grasp. “I hated Jin. I knew about his years of scheming and lies. I knew that he was trying to get hold of my mother’s company after his mother gave everything to Namjoon. And I knew that he wanted me to get married to Taehyung so that he could deem him mentally unstable, send him away again, and steal my shares through the board once we got married”

“Y/n” Jungkook tried to get you to look at him, but you wouldn’t. Your eyes were on Jimin, communicating who knows what to that crazy manipulative bastard. “If you confess, I will actually have to arrest you”

Jimin was quick to interject. “Wait. Hoseok was there that night too, wasn’t he?”

You flinched.

“Y/n. For the love of God just walk us through what else happened that night. Don’t leave anything out. You can trust me” Jungkook urged you.

You pursed your lips. You were playing another game—he could see it in your eyes. Were you lying—why were you lying—and who exactly were you trying to protect?

“Yeah. Fine. Hobi was there. Luckily for me, because Jin and I got into an argument as I figured out what he was up to, and he got so angry that he—” You inhaled sharply “He hit me. So Hobi punched him”

A ringing struck Jungkook’s ears. He hit you. Kim Seokjin laid a hand on you.

A seething rage ran through his veins. He stood up, unable to contain the anger. Needing release.

His fists clenched as he did his best not to punch through the wall.

"That bastard. God, if he wasn't dead, I'd kill him myself,"

Your words from the previous day lingered in Jungkook's mind: "I've grown up around men like that."

For all he knew, Jin had been abusive this whole time.

Jimin smiled, “Funny you say that Detective” Jungkook shot him a look.

"I'm fine, okay. Hoseok and I go way back. He had been setting Namjoon up for months, putting the idea into his head to kill Jin by making Namjoon jealous that I was going to get engaged to Taehyung, and that it was Jin’s fault," you explained.

"Namjoon... and you?" He searched your eyes for an explanation. You avoided him once again. “Well couldn’t you have married him instead, I mean?”

Jimin chuckled, "That was Jin’s doing. Namjoon was totally in love with her. But Jin made sure that she was alienated from him after he assaulted her. He made Namjoon promise it would be Taehyung, convincing him it was what their mom wanted"

“What?” Jungkook’s jaw twitched.

“He did not assault me” You assured him, “He tricked me into giving him my virginity. How’d Jin even know about that?”

“Baby girl,” Jimin spoke steadily, “Jin knew everything about you. I wasn’t lying about the cameras. He monitored you like a hawk”

A disturbed look passed over you.

"Okay. Hoseok came and punched Jin, and then what happened? Did he shoot him? " Jungkook urged you on.

"No. I did”

Jungkook ran his hand through his hair, frustration evident. “You and me. Outside, now”

-

Jungkook directed you to an empty investigation room. Worn out and frustrated as he shut the door behind you.  

He didn’t say a word. Hands finding your hips.

Lips taking your life away.

You craved him. He groaned against your mouth, breath hot and fingers desperate. Lips tangling under a cloud of denial. Searching for a sweet escape.

“Y/n—we do need to talk—” Jungkook hissed in pleasure, forcing himself to part with you. He inhaled you, tracing his nose against your jaw as you arched your back into his touch. Chest heavy with want.

“I missed you” You moaned softly against his mouth.

Jungkook bit back a smile. Eyes ghosting from your eyelids to your lips “I’m sorry” He took on a more serious tone. His thumb running up and down your throat. “About last night”

“Jungkook, I loved last night” You spoke breathlessly. “It was the first good night I’ve had in a while”

Jungkook's fingers traced gentle patterns on your skin as he spoke. The soft glow of a nearby lamp accentuated the contours of his face, casting shadows that danced with the weight of his words.

“Why are you still lying to me, Y/n?”

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and your fingers found solace in the tousled strands of his hair. The scent of his cologne lingered, a familiar comfort amidst the chaos of your thoughts.

“Have I not proved myself to you? You still don’t trust me”

“You don’t trust me either, do you?” you asked, your voice a mere whisper that hung in the charged air between you. “Are you gonna let me go?”

You nudged him with your nose, a silent plea for honesty. “Are you gonna arrest me?”

He held your gaze, a storm brewing in the depths of his eyes.

“I—” Jungkook's voice caught, emotions raw and unfiltered.

“I hate that I’m falling for you.”

Your eyes widened. His confession was wildly uncalled for and sent you into a vortex of your thoughts.

Blush painted his cheeks. Speaking from the heart was evidently new territory for him.

“And I can’t stop.”

Your heart trembled. Fuck. You felt the same. You knew it, despite everything. You didn’t think it was possible to love so soon after Jin. Jungkook wasn’t Jin. He was simple. Exactly who he showed up as. He wasn’t playing games.

You were. And you couldn’t hurt him like this any longer.

“You know this doesn’t end well, Jungkook,” you whispered, fingers tracing the contours of his face. “I have to marry a Kim to get my company back”

The realization hit you. You couldn’t marry Taehyung—Taehyung hated you. He would murder you in his sleep, and you couldn’t have that.

Your plan failed. You couldn’t blame this on Namjoon anymore. You needed him.

"You’d marry someone just for a company?" Jungkook asked, his low voice laced with disbelief and frustration. "I thought you hated the way the Kim’s controlled you. Why would you willingly tie yourself to them?"

Your shoulders tensed, a defensive response bubbling up. "It's not just about them, Jungkook. Nexus is my birthright, and I have responsibilities. It’s all I have. I can't just walk away from it because you don’t like the world it comes from"

You knew he wouldn’t understand. People like you were groomed to take over family businesses. All you wanted was revenge. On a life that robbed you of choice. To do that, you needed power. You needed Nexus.

"Why not?" Jungkook shot back, his eyes searching yours for a glimmer of understanding. "Nexus is dangerous—isn’t that the whole reason Jin was trying to keep you out of it?"

"I don't need you to rescue me, Jungkook"

His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing in a mixture of frustration and hurt. "This isn't about rescuing you! I can't stand the thought of you tying yourself to a family that's suffocating you when I could offer you something better."

"And what is that, Jungkook?" you challenged, your frustration mirroring his. "A life where I’m with the son of the man who murdered my mother in cold blood?”

Pindrop silence.

Aside from the harmony of your haggard breaths.

“What?” Jungkook’s large eyes quivered with shock. Did he really not know?

“You think your dad was killed for no good reason—well there was one. Actually.”

Jungkook looked down, “Y/n.” But you knew there was nothing he could say. He couldn’t change the fact that it happened. That the two of you had history before you’d even met.

A bitter laugh escaped you, "We could never work"

"You think I wanted this?" Jungkook exclaimed. "I despised everything about you. And I tried to resist it because I knew it would be complicated. But, fuck, I want you. You want me. I don’t know why, I don’t know when, but somewhere along the line, I stopped hating you”

Your heart melted at his words.

“And you became everything”

You stared at him. Disbelief. And then you were running into his arms. He was lifting you up into a kiss. The kind of kiss that drowns you. The desperation, the pent-up frustration from your argument—the hopelessness of what you felt for one another—was a beautiful concoction of flames dancing between you.

“Y/n” Jungkook mumbled but you wouldn’t leave his lips. Afraid if you did, the moment would end again. And you didn’t want to think. You wanted to fade away.

Your fingers slid under his shirt. Searching his muscles.

Growling lowly, Jungkook pressed you against the wall again. Eyelashes brushing against one another, his expression softened seeing your swollen lips and desperate eyes. Stay. His eyes called to you. Stay with me.

“I’m sorry” You whispered so softly, your words feathering against his skin. “I’ll go, Jungkook”

He grabbed your wrist.

“No” Jungkook closed in on you, “I’m placing you under arrest”

Hobi’s manicured nails traced along the sleek contours of a pistol. Custom made. In his pocket, he felt the vibration of his phone.

Setting the gun down on the glass table, he placed his phone against his ear.

You have a call from—

“I accept the charges” This should be good.

“He knows your name”

There was no time for greetings with you. You weren’t into the charmed bullshit like Jin was.

Hobi inhaled sharply. Fuck. If the investigation moved in his direction, everything would be at risk. All these years, he had been meticulous and careful. Flying under the radar of any and all authorities. You’d only know his truth if he was in business with you. To the world, he wore a carefully curated mask. A budding model. To explain the money.

Explain his sin-stained wealth.

You paused for a moment, “He knows you and I have known each other. He also knows you dated Jin”

The last comment was an accusation. He heard you loud and clear. He knew you well enough now after the last three years spent plotting this intricate web to recapture Nexus for you. After the Chairwoman died, he approached you. Told you the truth about Jin’s intentions.

“How long? When were you going to tell me—before or after we planned to kill him?”

Kim Seokjin was a good fuck. He talked too much for one thing, but Hobi didn’t really mind. He liked to be in control of the situation. Play both sides, if you will. Dating a man like Seokjin meant letting him think he was in charge, when in fact, the reigns were in his own hands all along. He knew about Jin’s psychotic past. His twisted quest. All of it.

Lying was natural to him. One of the first skills he learned. “I was just doing it to make sure he didn’t know what we were up to”

“But he did know. Before you showed up that night, that’s what we were arguing about. I knew what he was up to. He knew what I was up to. And I think you told him”

“Careful darling” Hobi’s voice was silk, “I’m not someone you want to play against”

“They were going to pin the murder on you but I got them off your scent because if they find out about you—they find out—”

“That your mom was a mobster” Hobi spoke plainly “And that Nexus distributes weapons”

Thus the reason Hobi knew about you. Your mother. His family. They were in business together. You’d grown up as loose family friends who lost touch as life materialized until Hobi decided to make his move. Everything precise. Everything calculated.

“Yeah. So I confessed. It was a bluff. I didn’t think he’d arrest me but”

“You poked the bear, I assume”

“We’re not pinning this on Joon. I need to marry him to get control. I refuse to marry Taehyung—swear to God that kid will kill me in my sleep. Figure something else out, or I will whip that Detective around my finger and get him to blame you for it anyway.”

Hobi felt bored, suddenly. Meaningless threats were of no consequence. He owned the police for all he cared. He was untouchable.

“I’m not sure little unhinged Taehyung will react well to you marrying Namjoon. Perhaps you should consider staying in jail. Considering you did pull the trigger”

He could feel your energy shift through the phone. And what you said next was the only time you’d ever managed to tilt him off of his high-horse.

“I did. But he didn’t die. After we left, I saw him again”

Namjoon was back in his home office, urgently responding to some emails. Even among the chaos—he still had an empire to run.

His phone rang. “What?” His tone snarky.

“Y/n’s been arrested” Hoseok’s amused voice filled his ears, “She confessed to murdering Jin”

Namjoon’s brows furrowed, “Why the hell would she do that? And why do you know about it before me?”

“Namjoon. Someone innocent is going to rot in jail for something we both know you did”

Shit. Namjoon sunk into his ergonomic chair. Hobi was right. But if he went to jail then who the hell would run the company?

“I can watch over things for you until you cut a deal. I’m sure they’ll offer you something” It was as if Hobi could read his mind. “I know you, Joonie. You won’t be able to live knowing she’s in jail because of you”

But the truth was that, Namjoon had doubts. He remembered going to the safehouse. He remembered getting into a fight with Jin—Jin who was already battered up.

He didn’t mean for him to die. He had been drunk out of his mind.

“Namjoon” Hobi was persistent, “Don’t be like Jin. Do the right thing. Confess”

Fine. Namjoon shut his laptop and reached for his keys. He hung up the phone, rushing into the hall.

“Taehyung” He searched for his younger brother. He was still reading in the same position Namjoon had seen him when he returned home. He had to tell him what was going on. You were going to come home to him and he needed to know you’d be safe.

“Y/n’s been arrested for Jin’s murder. She confessed but—” He gulped, “She didn’t do it. It was me. I killed him, because I was jealous. I didn’t want her to get engaged to…well you…and Jin was the one forcing her”

Taehyung sat, soundless. Not a word, not a breath.

“I won’t let her go down for this. I’m going to confess. I may have to serve some time in jail—but I can cut a deal. They want to get to me anyway. She will come back alone, and my friend will be watching the company but” Namjoon panted.

He kneeled in front of Taehyung, palms to his knees. “I want you to know I missed you. I know we were never very close. But I hate what happened to you, I hate our mom for it, I hate Jin for it. You’re adjusting. You’re angry, and I understand. But you need to take care of Y/n. She’s our responsibility”

Taehyung nodded, as Namjoon stood up and rushed towards the door.

“Hyung wait!” Namjoon stilled. Taehyung never called him that before.

He walked up to him, before wrapping his arms around his shoulders. “Come home soon”

Namjoon’s otherwise cold heart was flush with love. He had almost forgotten what it was like to have family who cares. His eyes became teary—but he had not time.

He was going to save you.

“Dr. Park”

You sneered at the smirking face before you. In the shared cell, for the first time you faced him alone since everything went down.

“You’re so interesting, Y/n” Great. Not even here for a minute and he’s already psychoanalyzing me. “We both know you didn’t go through with it”

You sat down in front of him, making sure there was a good amount of space. He tapped against the wall aimlessly. The air was musty—even a little cold. You regretted not wearing leggings. Legs bare against the bench.

Jungkook's confession replayed in your mind like a broken record. His hopeful, big, gorgeous brown eyes turned wounded. He opened up for you. He lay down his vendetta, for you. And you simply couldn’t do the same.

Because this is so much bigger than him.

“You can tell me what’s wrong you know” Jimin said. For once, his voice wasn’t laced with amusement. “I know you don’t trust me, but I am a therapist”

“Why’d you even do this?” You spat, hugging your arms against your stomach. “What was in this for you?”

Jimin smiled. “Jin was unlike any of my other patients. He asked a favor, and honestly I was just so interested to see how this would all play out. It’s a house of cards blowing over. Brick by brick”

You frowned. “What would have happened if we didn’t figure it out? Were you planning on actually marrying me? Living with me for the rest of your life?”

Jimin shook his head. “That was never the plan. He needed someone to show up at the wedding. Jin never let Taehyung out because he was terrified that Taehyung would want revenge. So I was to stand in. Get married to you, and then disappear. After all, Jin wanted you to himself but he didn’t want to share you. He can’t marry you—it ruins his plans. After I’d disappear, Jin would say that Taehyung was back in in-patient treatment to the board and take your shares”

You raised your eyebrows. “My mom ran nexus without a man by her side for years. I don’t understand why I had to get married to get access to them”

Jimin clicked his tongue. “That was Jin’s doing. Chairwoman Kim oversaw your trust while you were in her guardianship. Jin leveraged the threat of Taehyung to get her to add the provision. Jimin grinned widely, “Then he killed her”

Your mouth went dry.

“Slowly—and made it look like cancer. But she also knew it was coming, so she didn’t give him the company. Kim’s will do what they do” Jimin marveled, almost in admiration. It made you sick.

Something in your gut twisted so violently, you wanted to hurl.

“And Hobi” You went on despite your state, “When did that start?”

“Oh that had been going on for a long time” Jimin waved his hand, “On and off. They were a bit toxic.”

“Did Jin know…about Hobi?”

“You mean who his family was? Of course he did. He knew about Hobi and Hobi helped him plot all this out. Later, Hobi said he found out you knew everything—I don’t think Jin knew you two knew each other. But they both stood to gain. If Jin got control of Nexus, Hobi and he would be in business together. Though in my opinion I think Hobi was also planning some sort of seduce, marry, kill type thing to expand his own power”

Was there even a single person in your life who was ever honest with you? A stampede trailblazed over your chest. You were bleeding out on the inside so much that it all began to go quiet. All began to feel numb.

“Why wouldn’t Jin just ask me for Nexus? Why go through all this—he knew I’d do anything for him?”

“Y/n, I’m a doctor. I work with intense patients and sometimes in in-patient facilities. People who see me are truly twisted. You can’t hope to understand why they act the way they do. Besides, your mom had gone to great lengths to make sure that Jin specifically kept his paws off you”

Why? You thought back. If your mother hated Jin why would she have let you spend so much time with him? With his family. The two of you had been inseperable.

“Wanna know something else that’s fun?”

You glared at him.

“Jin truly, genuinely believed that everything he was doing was for you”

Don’t say it. You looked down, blinking back tears.

“He loved you. He wanted to keep you safe. Away from gun dealers and mob life. He just wanted you to have everything you wanted without a care in the world. Jury’s still out on if it’s romantic—or just insane”

Namjoon burst into the precinct. Jungkook was at his desk, staring blankly at the screen in front of him. “It was me. Not her. I killed Jin. There you go. Let her go right fucking now” He went on to corroborate his story. It matched up. Him being drunk, arriving at the safehouse no doubt after you and Hoseok had left. A gun was there. Jin was already down. And Namjoon had oh so much motive.

Jungkook couldn’t help but wonder if all your lies and games had just been to protect Namjoon. You acted so indebted to this family of psychopaths—after what Namjoon did to you you were trying to keep him out of Jail?

He was thrilled suddenly. Namjoon away meant you were free. You wouldn’t be able to marry him, not yet—and he had time to show you that you belonged with him. Away from these freaks.

“Okay” Jungkook said, satisfied with the confession. He motioned to guards to take Namjoon into the cell. You and Jimin both were dragged out in exchange.

“You’re free to leave” Jungkook looked down, pretending to shift around the papers on his desk. He couldn’t look you in the eye—the pain was still too tender. Jimin didn’t need to be told twice. He fled immediately. But you, you stayed.

Jungkook looked up at you, annoyed. “What?” He was back to the spiteful tone with which he spoke to you when the two of you had just met.

“I know you hate me” You said quietly. Jungkook noticed the queasy look in your eyes, “But Jimin just told me—everything. And Taehyung is at home who terrifyies me. I guess what I’m asking is—”

“Thought you can take care of yourself”

There was real, raw hurt in your eyes. Jungkook felt a little guilty. He knew this had all been emotionally traumatic for you. He’d seen you fall apart and put yourself back together again multiple times already.

“Jungkook” You gripped the edge of his desk, losing your balance. Alarms went off in his chest. His pride dissipated as you fainted—he rushed to catch you before you hit the floor.

The light began to filter through your eyelids. Slowly you blinked, trying to understand your surroundings.

There he was. Your shadow.

“You’re awake”

Even lying on a hospital bed, Kim Taehyung didn’t give a flying fuck about you. Great.

“I’m glad”

You struggled to sit up as Taehyung neared you. He gently traced the edge of your face. His fingers were tender. Soft. You leaned into his touch.

“Don’t do that ever again” His voice dropped low. Flattening his palm against your cheek, his thumb brushed against the edge of your lips, “I can’t lose you”

Your lips parted in shock. His face was serious as ever.

“Also, there’s something you should know” He stood up, turning his back to you. Staring intently out the window.

Your chest seized with concern. You wondered what happened to Jungkook—if he was alright. You assumed he was the one who brought you to the hospital.

“Dr. Park was found dead last night” Taehyung paused. “He was murdered”

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A Night of Discovery

pairing: hybrid!Taehyung x fem!Reader

genre: oneshot, yandere au, smut

synopsis: For a learning trip, a seemingly innocent fox has taught you to never trust a predator in one day.

warnings: noncon, mention of murder, sadism

word count: 3.3k

a/n: ok so i may have made a moodboard to make up for how bad this is, SUE ME 😭 the request (spoiler warning)

The road is bumpy as the bus navigates through the looming forest, endless pine trees passing by your eyes in a blur. Chatters swirl in the fresh cold air, windows slightly cracked open as you try to sleep for the nth time with your head leaning against the smudged glass. You jolt awake each time, and it’s been two hours since your first attempt because of the reckless driver in the front. You’re clutching your backpack in your lap as you fantasize about the summer, your upcoming graduation.

Being in your final year of high school, the stress has been eating at you, but your biology teacher had the sheer niceness to give her students a break by taking you on a field trip to a marine zoo. It’s related to your syllabus, studying about marine ecology and all, and you were given the freedom to choose an aquatic animal of your choice to make a project on. You aren’t the least bit excited, because the zoo is so huge that your parents had to pay for the night you have to spend in a motel. Walking for hours and searching for one interesting fish is not at all thrilling.

Your body lurches forward when the driver abruptly hits the brakes. You take out your earphones as everyone stands up. The bus doors open with a hiss from the rush of air as students step outside one by one. You are sluggish when you hop on the cement, and the zoo is huge in front of you. The glass panels complement the surrounding greens, and you can catch the crashes of the waves from the shore behind. You can’t see it, and the environment is rather lonely except for the building close by: the motel next to the zoo.

Ms. Kang is directing your classmates to the motel first, and you’re about to follow before you stumble on your shoelaces. You crouch down to tie them, and when your teacher looks back, you say, “I’ll be there in a second!” When they’re inside, you decide to stretch your limbs after sitting in a stiff chair for so long. You walk to the woods by the parking lot, curious about the sights under the grey clouds. The weather is rather gloomy, and it doesn’t exactly help you feel better until you step on the grass ahead of the road. You sling your backpack over your shoulders and start touching the tree trunks out of boredom. It isn't entertaining, but it's relaxing.

A distant growl snaps you out of your sightseeing and you search around with your eyes for the source. The sound is very peculiar, and it has you feeling slightly nervous but undoubtedly curious.

You aim to take a step forward until your name is hollered, and you yell, “I’m here!” You hear hasty footsteps until Jimin appears next to you.

“Ms. Kang is asking for you. It’s your turn to check in,” he informs and you’re about to reply until you hear another growl. It’s louder compared to the previous one, and the both of you look into the forest in fright. It’s drawn out, but it gradually grows quiet. “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know,” you furrow your brows a little anxiously and eventually enter the building with Jimin.

After everyone settled into their rooms, ate in the café provided by the zoo, the real trip began. You have to admit, the aquarium is gorgeous. The blue light reflecting from the water is easy on the eyes, and you’re fawning over all the swimming fish in admiration. There is a guide with you, and you listen to any information that is related to your favorite animals so far. You note down the names as a requirement from the teacher, and research some on your phone throughout your exploration. It’s actually interesting in the beginning, but you do get somewhat bored when a few hours pass. It’s 7PM when the tour ends for the day, and the rest of your time is leisure. 

You’re allowed back in your rooms for the evening, and you rest on the comfortable bed to gain back some of your energy. You’re more interested in the forest just outside, and you take out a box of fruits from your bag before leaving the motel. It’s dark when you munch on a sliced green apple while eyeing the forest. The lights from the motel sign help with your vision and you’re just standing on the empty lot while twirling around absentmindedly. It’s not like you’re close enough with anyone to hang out with them at this time, but it allows you to appreciate the breeze more. You’re wearing a cardigan to keep you warm, and you’re enjoying your time until you hear a whimper. 

You stop in your tracks before inching closer to the sound. It’s pained, or at least you think it is, and you take out your phone to shine a flashlight at the eerie forest. More whimpers resound in your ears, and you timidly trudge into the darkness. You yelp when you feel something soft lightly graze your calves, and jump away before seeing it: it’s the tail of a red fox. You gasp in slight fear because you don’t know if you trespassed or are in danger. The fox stares at you, and you stare back until it quietly whines again. “Awww,” you unintentionally coo. You’re scared when it wraps its fluffy tail around you, but you’re not so intimidated when it starts snuggling into your legs. You crouch to level with it and hesitantly bring your fingers to its head. Its fur is so soft that you wonder if it has been tamed.

“You’re so cute,” you gush in a whisper when it leans into your hand. You retract your hand and take out a blueberry from your container and feed it to the fox. Your heart warms just by watching it chew, and you give it some more. This encounter might be the best part about this trip, because the animal is just so adorable. You want to cry from how overwhelmingly precious and pure it seems with its adoring gaze. You’re grinning brightly as you eat with it, sharing your only snack for this whole expedition. 

You entertain yourself with it for a little while before deciding to go back. You ignore its protests guiltily and bid farewell, “I’ll see you again, cutie.” It’s already been an hour and your legs ache from bending for so long. You know you shouldn’t be out too late, and as you retrace your steps back to the motel, you hear it run off deep into the woods. 

The night is spent tossing and turning in bed because you wanted to sleep early in order to function at 8AM the next morning, but you can’t force it. Surfing through the media or keeping your eyes closed for 15 minutes straight didn’t help in the slightest, and somehow your energy has been increasing instead. The window adjacent to the mattress glares at you with its beauty of the crowd of unsaturated trees. You didn’t bother pulling the curtains because it’s a pleasant view, and the stars that you rarely see in the city shine brightly in the countryside. You think back to your interaction with the fox, and a smile creeps up on your tired face. You want to see it again.

Putting your shirt back on, you’re adjusting your cardigan when you crack open the door of your room. No one’s roaming in the halls, as expected since it’s midnight, but you try to be mindful of your temporary neighbours as you sneakily exit the building. You turn to your left instantly to scurry towards the mysterious forest. You don’t know if the fox is still around, but you whistle lowly anyway. Twigs snap beyond your vision, and you warily wait for something to happen. 

An extremely loud growl rips a tiny scream out of you and you immediately flinch backwards. You’re frozen in your spot, almost paralyzed as the growls continue. It’s confusing because the noise is more like an aggressive hiss, and it’s unlike anything you’ve heard before. It suddenly switches to a whimper, a plea. You don’t know if you have to break a fight between two animals, but it doesn’t matter when your curiosity takes over and makes you confidently (albeit feigned) stride into the jungle. 

As if your actions are being encouraged, the whimpers grow more desperate and you take slow steps while watching out for any predators waiting to attack. You’re trembling in fear, but then your fox also might need help… 

The motion is way too quick for you to process and you let out a blood curdling scream when you’re tackled to the ground. You don’t stop screaming even when your mouth is covered, muffling your cry for help. 

“Calm down,” a honeyed rich voice tells you, soothing with its calm tone, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

You quiet down and peek at the assailant through heavy lids. A confused hum catches in your throat upon seeing batlike ears that poke through dark hair. They easily blend in together, and you scrutinize his features and notice a swishing bushy tail behind the man on top of you. Terror dawns in your eyes, though the man looks fairly tranquilent by the ordeal.

“You fed me earlier,” he recounts and slowly removes his hand from your face. You’re gawking up at him as he clarifies, “Fox hybrid.” You squeak when his tongue darts out to lick your cheek and chuckles at your expression.

“What a-are you doing?” you snivel shakily. 

He gently tucks a stray strand behind your ear before answering nonchalantly, “Scenting my precious doll. You’re so pretty, and kind… and naive.” 

Your breaths quicken when he leans into you, but he conveniently misses your lips to bury his face into your neck. The fur on his pointy ear tickles your jawline, and you’re startled when he starts to sniff you. You feel him lick your sensitive skin and clench your fists with a mewl. You’re utterly terrified by the discovery of a new species, who also seems to be very strong and stealthy. He’s handsome, gifted with a heart shaped face and a set of charming black eyes with full lips, but it’s not important when he’s crushing you with his weight to keep you in place. His mouth and nose are all over you as they explore your taste and smell, and his satisfaction is evident with his sighs of bliss.

“I couldn’t get enough of you earlier,” he reveals with a subtle moan, “I've never had the experience of smelling something so delicious. It's fortunate that you're so easy to fool.” The only thing that you do know about foxes is how cunning they are, but you didn’t think one would land you in this situation. You’re heaving to breathe with a struggle, but he pays no mind to it. “I can’t wait to claim you.”

Despite rendering you immobile, he sounds more desperate and needy than you do; as if he’s the weaker one, like the roles are switched. You might be able to use that to your advantage… “I would love that,” you choke out, though you have no idea what he means by his words, “but I can’t move. I-I want to kiss you.” You want to smack your forehead for coming up with such a terrible lie; you don't even know if his intention is to kiss you.

“Yeah?” he drawls seductively and withdraws his knees from your thighs, most likely leaving a bruise from how hard he dug them in. He holds himself up by his palms that previously clung onto your shoulders and limits your peripheral vision. Your eyes trail to his defined collarbone for a short moment, the moonlight casting a shadow over his fine features. “Kiss me then.”

You inhale sharply before raising your leg to kick him, but his reflexes are faster than yours as he prevents it with one knee. He tuts, “I’m offended; I thought you found me cute.” A knowing smile graces his pink lips, and it doesn’t falter even when you open your mouth to scream again. His calloused hand immediately silences you before you can make any noise, and his other hand reaches down to your lower region. “I even wore a pretty outfit for you today. Such an ungrateful doll...” 

He tugs on your pajama shorts, dragging them down to your knees along with your underwear. You shake your hand and beg unintelligibly, “Please don’t.” You clench your thighs together, but he forces them open and leans back to take your bottoms off completely. The weather feels like it’s dropped to negative degrees as you shiver and he gently hushes you when you begin to sob. 

“Oh doll, there’s no reason to cry yet,” he sighs in fake empathy, “I just really, really want to fuck you.” He heaves his shirt over his head, and that’s when you get a glimpse of his so-called “pretty outfit”. The black garment is familiar because it's the merchandise of an indie band with its flamboyant logo; you know you’ve seen someone else wear it today. He has to use both hands to take it off completely, and once it’s off, your wails echo in the deserted land as he ties it around your mouth. It’s Jimin’s outfit. “Don’t take your eyes off of me. I love having your attention.” His voice is a mere breath, filled with anticipation to touch you.

He slides down to your knees as he continues to undress himself. He’s throbbing under the uncomfortable fabric of the tight jeans, and instead of attacking him with your now free hands, you cover your face stained with tears as you cry. You feel like you’re having a heart attack as your gut churns in defeat; there’s no point in fighting a man who might’ve killed your classmate, a fox no less.

The moment his pants are down his thighs, his stiff length grazes his stomach before he palms it and rubs himself up and down your folds. Your heat is damp with your natural discharge, but it’s so warm and he feels so aroused as a moan slips past his luscious lips. “You must think I’m so rude,” he whispers and hovers over your face, “I haven’t even introduced myself and yet I’m already marking you.”

He whines cutely at a particular tingle before saying, “My name’s Taehyung. I’d love to hear you moan it, but you’re just so naughty.” His emphasis is airy, and you’re terrified by the contrast of his soft tone and rough actions. He’s calculated, but also very reckless; almost amateur as he begins to position himself by your entrance.

Your words are gibberish as you repeat: “No, no, please no!” He clicks his tongue in response and locks eyes with you just before he shoves his cock inside, no adjustment whatsoever as his pitch grows higher in wonderment. He’s down to the hilt, and the fabric in your mouth isn’t enough to drown out your scream of pain. The stretch is excruciating. His eyes screw back as he loses himself in you, and it’s as if he’s lost all control when he starts slamming into you at an unforgiving pace. 

As opposed to your protests, he starts chanting, “Yes, yes, fuck yes, my perfect little doll.” He’s never had intercourse with a human before, but it’s not up for comparison when he’s feeling so heavenly because of your tightness. You’re pulsating around him, walls clenching in discomfort because you’re in so much agony. You push his shoulders, but it’s futile as he doesn’t budge in the slightest; he almost appears possessed, but his loud moans disprove the theory. 

He can’t form coherent words, and neither can you. If you weren’t in such a shock, you’d be encouraging him to be louder in case anyone is nearby to help you. You thrash under him, but your movements are limited because of his firm build. You beg and beg, but he is animalistic with his chase for his high. The sound of slapping skin have no pauses in between because of his pace, and dare he admit that the predator in him enjoys your attempts at getting away. It makes it so much more fun for him, but he’s unable to savour it from how your pussy sucks him in so deliciously. "You feel so fucking good, I'm going crazy."

Once he’s gained some of his sensibility back, he latches onto your neck to lick and bite you. You pull at his hair to yank him away, his canine teeth sinking into your flesh for a second before he moves onto another spot. His torture is endless, and his growls scare you enough to remove your hand and shake like a leaf under him. He wants to taste all of you, and you can't serve as an obstacle.

“Pet my ears,” he grunts, “touch me, touch me, dolly.” 

The initial pain is starting to subside, and your thoughts are coming together although they’re hazed. You’re still aching, but you know he just dropped you a hint; the sooner he’s satisfied, the earlier this nightmare ends. Your fingertips stroke the back of his twitching ear. His fur is so velvety, and petting him is the least bad part about this experience. You must be doing something right, because he’s getting so noisy that there’s no way someone would miss you now. You suck your teeth with a hiss as he sets an impossibly rapid rate, rearranging your guts with every snap of his hips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cries breathlessly. His release washes over him as spurts of cum paint your throbbing walls in white, and you’re relieved that this is the end. 

His intakes of air are hot on your skin as his breath fans the crook of your neck. Your stomach drops the moment he murmurs his next words, “I want to do it again.”

“Hey!” a gruff voice interrupts his huffs, and your whole world lights up when you see a man in a uniform with a flashlight over your heaving nude bodies. Taehyung is surprised that he didn’t catch the man’s footsteps when he walked over. “This is indecent exposure, you know–” the security officer goes quiet in shock when he notices the perk of Taehyung’s ears, and then the stiff, unmoving tail behind. “What the fuck?”

Taehyung rolls off of you before disappearing from your sight in a single second. He is stealthy and quick, and his footsteps are light when he leaves; presumably shifting as he goes. The guard attempts to chase after him before stopping in front of you. His eyes trail down your figure before he looks away in disgust. “Goddammit, kid, put your clothes back on.” 

“Thank you so much,” you choke on your tears of joy as you ignore the ache in your thighs, the swelling in your heart and your suffocating turmoil. You stand up on wobbly knees and slowly dress yourself. The officer has his back facing you while you change, and you’re grateful he doesn’t witness how fragile you are. 

“What are you thanking me for?” he asks after a moment of prolonged silence.

“H-He was raping me,” you speak in a hushed tone, “and I think h-he killed my classmate.”

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath. “I’ll go notify the police. Are you staying in the motel?”

When you return back to your room with the company of your savior, you’re hurting everywhere and sleep comes to you easily from all the crying you’ve done. You wake up from a knock on your door, and it’s early in the morning as your teacher says, “Pack up dear, we’re leaving in half an hour.”

They found the clothes, you note when you limp outside with your bag dragging you down. There are dried tear stains on your cheeks when you step on the open bus, and you see a bunch of cops surrounding the forest through the window. Jimin isn’t inside, and you shake your head with pursed lips as sobs bubble up in your throat. This feels nothing short of a nightmare. 

The class is informed of Jimin’s disappearance after taking off, and you lean your head against the window as the driver recklessly drives. Your vision is blurred with tears as you watch the forest, but it doesn’t distort it enough for you to miss the flash of a blood red tail skip between the trees, following the path of your transport.

After all, foxes are known for being fast. There’s no way this one wouldn’t be able to track you down sooner or later, your scent bringing you back to him.

Random short trapped jk scenario where he gets jealous then roughly fucks her noncon kissing n stuffs?💕👉👈

TRAPPED - JJK

drabble

“you’re- you’re crazy”

“you make me crazy”

there was always a weird kind of assertiveness in jungkooks voice whenever he voiced his love and craze for you. Almost as if this was normal, always as if he believes in his bones that you were meant to be his. Like there was nothing wrong with the way he keeps you to himself, like it was meant to be that way.

that’s why right now you’re paying. paying for talking to a guy, paying for laughing with him.

jungkook wanted to set the world on fire, he will set that boy on fire, but what was he to do to you? his naive pretty baby?

a lot.

he was gonna teach you a lesson. and you got the hint of that with him speeding through the streets of Seoul like he owned them. he did own them.

“slow down” you couldn't even figure out where you were. All you could see were blurry surroundings “please slow down” your breathing turned uneven.

and he only seemed to be speeding higher, you sank deeper into the leather seat closing your eyes.

-

you wanted to scream, but letting out choked sobs was all you could manage to do

in a minute you were thrown on his bed and filled with hurtful hickeys and aggressive touches

“why don’t you laugh now baby?” He asked in his deep voice, breathing low.

your tears only escaped more. He angrily kissed you, he kissed you with a need, like he would never get enough of you

you pushed his chest feeling the need to breathe, he only seemed to deepen the kiss. squeezing your neck as a warning, he finally let you go and removed his shirt

you crawled backwards towards the headboard in fear

what was he to do with you?

jungkook advanced towards you and you with the wish of the headboard swallowing your whole existence crawled even backwards.

a wolf and a lamb

ofcourse you were always the lamb.

"stop it" you let out breathlessly in your sweet voice and jungkook saw heaven in you, fuck that- you are his heaven.

but what a pity for you that he's the devil.

the insanity and pure wrath in his eyes scared you, you know what he can do to you and what he is capable of and he only neared you further

"I'll scream"

“sweetheart I’ll make you scream”

he roughly grabbed you by your neck, “I thought that you understood that you were mine”

“I’ll never-”

he tightened his deathly grip on your neck "fucking complete that sentence and ill have you repenting on your knees"

you knew that he meant those words but you felt the need to say it to feel sane that maybe your words did mean something that you were not nothing in front of him

"I'll never be yours"

and that was all it took to trigger him. he squeezed your neck and shred your clothes, you screamed but it soon got muffled when he took your lips in a hurtful kiss eating you whole

"big mistake baby" he whispered his lips hovering over your bleeding ones

he took your hands above your head and removed the remains of your clothes "n-no jungkook" you whimpered regret filling in you

"maybe, I've been too easy on you yeah?" he said as he slid his finger in you, not giving you time to adjust he added another one and started moving them

you could just shake your head with tears and arch your back when he added another one filling you up "t-too much please" you cried

he humourlessly chuckled "too much? ill show you what's too much baby"

and just like that he kept you up all night fucking you rough and dumb until you lost count of how many times he made you come. you begged him to stop or even slow down, that you can't take it anymore and just when you thought he was done he started again only going rougher and faster

he made you scream his name and cry out that you were his

"say it." he growled pinching and twisting your nipple "I-im yours" you cried out while being filled up by him. his rough touches and dominating way of dealing with you telling you who's in control.

not that you could ever fight that argument. Jeon jungook will always be in control whether it be in the economy, the business world or you

you were his woman and his alone

constellations

Summary: Everything about Park Jimin was broken and abused.. He saw the world as an evil place where kindness couldn’t be found... Then he met you, and everything got a little brighter. For what felt like an eternity, he finally found something to live for, and he just couldn’t let you go.

(Warnings: yandere behavior, mentions of cutting, sexual thoughts, domestic abuse, incorrect grammer)

Author’s note: hey y’all first fic, with my love jiminie of course. don’t really know what i’m doing but enjoy :))))))) this is also more of jiminies pov than yours.

   The first moment he laid eyes on you, he didn’t feel pain anymore. Pain from other students at school who loved to taught his weak mind. Pain from his father’s fists that meet his skin repeatedly. Pain from his mother disappearing from his life without a second thought of what she was leaving behind. It felt like the world stopped spinning on it’s axis when he made eye contact with you. A budding infatuation sprouting deep within his broken mind.

Park Jimin was the product of tight-fisted father and a selfish mother. Growing up into a handsome young man, who tries his hardest to hide the insanity lying behind his eyes. Comes high school, nobody cared for his breath taking beauty, they only saw a shy, easy to pick apart boy who became another person’s outlet for their anger.

  Y/N the girl everybody had a positive opinion about. Your kindness and empathy spilling out everywhere, leading you to be probably the only person to show kindness to the gentle eyed boy. He was taken back by your beauty, the way your eyes sparkled reminded him of galaxies upon galaxies that he could get lost in for centuries. He felt warmth in his heart that he’s only heard described in songs. He thought the feelings those cheesy love songs sang about was utter bullshit. He believed he could never see someone other than a body full of selfishness and greed, for he didn’t have any faith in the world anymore.

You had only helped him back on his feet when he slipped in the hallway. People who saw tried to contain their laughter, the thought of lending a hand didn’t even occur to their insolent minds...You. You were different. You didn’t find it funny, you felt pain for him and wanted to soothe his embarrassment. Your intentions were only to get him out of peoples view and ask if he was hurt. But you did so much more, the pain he’s repressed for years inside himself that only comes out late late at night, when sharp metal piercing his thighs leaving red angry lines. It’s as if you had cast a spell over him, making him forget everything except you and the constellations that shine brightly within your eyes.

From that day forward he only dreamed of seeing you moaning beneath him, as you look at him with love when he thrusts into you. He dreams of a wedding day as you walk down the aisle in beautiful white gown with your affection filled eyes on him. Only on him. It will only ever be him from now on. He will make sure of it.

→ Brat tamer

Synopsis: Seokjin was captivated by your beauty and intelligence. It was such a shame that those charms were being wasted by your criminal tendencies. Good for you he knows how to tame the naughtiness out of you, just like he did with his trained police dogs.

K. Seokjin x f.reader

Genre: police au | yander-ish

Tags: evil Seokjin, corruption, corrupted cop, violence, kidnapping, angry reader, strong and fierce reader but submissive at the end, captivity, manipulation, stockholm syndrome, mention of r@pe (but it doesn't happen), very dark.

From the series masterlist; The chasing.

The red and blue lights ghosted on your face, your gaze was a bit blurry but you knew who you have in front of you; police officer Kim Seokjin.

Immediately a rush of adrenaline run your blood, you were expecting him, craving his attention. You were thirsty for revenge.

He carries himself with such confidence that it pissed you off, with an intimidating aura and intense eyes that wanted to pierce you whole, but you weren't afraid of him. Quite the opposite.

"Miss y/n, what a shame seeing you like this again." He sounded serene, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

"I'm innocent officer, but i don't know if you're competent enough to notice." You pouted mocking him.

Seokjin eyes darkened immediately, his jaw clenched not breaking his piercing gaze from you.

He killed your best friend a week ago, it was unfair because your friend was innocent. He was tricked into selling drugs, and he didn't have any idea of what was happening until the police caught him, telling him that he was arrested because of his friend's briefcase full of drug. The problem was that Seokjin shot him, unnecessary and unfairly.

You wanted revenge so bad.

"What did you do this time?" He sighs like if he was dealing with a troublesome child, and you snorted offended by his tone.

"She was vandalizing the wall of the streets, spreading hate towards cops, such an ungrateful brat," the old lady scoffs, and you wanted nothing but to punch her.

"Okay, thank you ma'am, i'll take it from here." Seokjin dismissed her, grabbing you and handcuffing your wrists.

"You're a corrupted cop, and i'll swear to god i'll make you pay for killing my friend," you spat full of anger.

Seokjin went stiff behind you for a second, and then he came closer enough to brush your ear with his lips.

"You'll regret speaking to me like that y/n, i'll fucking teach you some manners," he threaten you with a dark voice.

The next thing you know, is that you're in his cop car, heading to god knows where.

You expected him to take you to the police station like any normal cop would do, but to your horror, he was taking you out of the city.

You started to panic.

"Where the fuck are you taking me you psycho! let me go!" You screamed, unable to break free from the handcuffs.

"I recommend you to shut your mouth y/n, don't make me any angrier," he warned you lowly without breaking his gaze from the road, and you listened to him because you were so fucking scared of him.

He was corrupt and dangerous. You were right. And the realization will cost you your life.

Your gaze got blurred by unshed tears,but you swallowed them. You won't cry in front of him, he doesn't deserves your tears.

Your heart squeeze tight in your chest when the car stopped in front of a cabin in a forest.

This is it, he's going to kill you and nobody will ever find out, because the system was that fucked up.

"Scared my y/n? Don't worry, it won't hurt bad i promise, i'm very gentle with women," he mocked like a sadist, but as he said, he treated you rather gently when he took you into the cabin.

Until he didn't.

He throwed you to the floor of his dark basement, and then you see them, his trained police dogs staring at you. And with a heavy heart you realized that you share the same fate as them.

It was a sick feeling, an urge to run away from this predator, Seokjin.

"What will you do to me? Violate me? Then after that you will kill me and feed your dogs with my body, aren't you? You seem like the type to do that, i always knew you were a sicko."

You witnessed the sight of a shocked Seokjin, he looked speechless and taken aback by your words. And it was pleasing to know that you can have some control over his emotions.

You bit back a smirk.

And then his face hardened, piercing you with a darken and unreadable gaze. The corner of his lips lift up with disdain, as if you were so below him.

"What do you think i am? A monster?"

Before you could laugh and mock him, he grabbed the back of your hair in a fist, forcing you to look up at him and making you wince by pain.

"I am not sweetheart, i brought you here to discipline you, after all it is my duty to put criminals like you in their place," he said with a sadist glint in his eyes, coming closer to your ear to whisper, "at the end of the week, you'll be obedient and pliant just like my trained dogs," he winks at you letting go of your hair.

"I rather die," you spat with hate, but your handcuffed hands were trembling, and Seokjin noticed it smirking widely.

"We'll see, brat."

And at the end of the week you were on your knees, with your head resting on Seokjin's thigh, feeling his fingers petting your locks with one hand while the other was holding the leash of your collar, just in case if he needs to punish you, but you were so sweet and pliant lately that he didn't have the need to discipline you.

The isolation, bruises, rewards and punishments turn you into a good girl, and he was proud of that.

"You will never leave me, aren't you?" He tried to sound cocky, but his tone was dark, with a flicker of possessiveness on his grasp and gaze.

You blinked your fuzzy gaze, coming closer to him in between his thighs, resting your chin on his belly and looking up at him with adoration and disorientation in your gaze.

"I rather die."

And he smirked like the devil.

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🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ LOOK MY WAY | kim seokjin (m)(r)

୨ৎ synopsis: He had noticed the lack of love in the moral world. Conflicted, he traveled to the moral world to figure out the problem in which he was only left with disappointment and no answers. Out of self-punishment, he goes by the name Seokjin and stays in the human world where he produces a perfume company in hopes of restoring love. However, he can't help but notice how his heart beats faster for an employee, and maybe, he can understand why there is a lack of love.

⋆.˚ genre: greek god x mortal au, non-idol au, modern history au, love at first sight, lovesick Seokjin, angst, sexual tension, semi-smut

⋆.˚ disclaimer. This story won't contain accurate greek mythology, Jin talks to Aprhodite (his mama in this story), lovesick jin, bow and arrow, Jin gets desperate and almost shoots the reader, kisses, angst, Jin experiences heart-break, sexual tension, semi-smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), mini breeding kink if you squint, , english is not my first lenguage, if i missed anything let me know!

⋆.˚ a/note. I want to make a part two for this, but I am not sure, please let me know if you guys are interested! also, i was in a bit of a rush :c it's midterm season. I hope you all enjoy, like, comment and reblog! love yous!

|| masterlist || entry || part ii (maybe)?

Eros has seen the world grow. Bloom into the most curious society. What was once a life with no buildings that touched the sky, or with cement roads, Eros had grown to adapt.

The adaptation wasn't any of his concern, no, his worries and strengths lay in the relationship and love of the morals, which, throughout time has grown bitter. His concern didn't lie in the many lights the cities populated, or the noises the cars and bars created, but in the fact that no one believed in true love. 

Unsatisfied, Eros brought himself into the mortal realm, wanting to explore, to study, to understand and hopefully, redeem love. Yet, each time, he was left disappointed. There would be cases in which he was able to use his bow and arrow, creating a wonderful match. And there would be times where those relationships failed, why? He didn’t understand, was he failing as the god of love? Was cupid not important anymore? As self punishment, he decided to stay in the mortal realm in hopes of redeeming himself. 

He went by the name Seokjin, unable to use his given name. With his godly powers and influence, in the mortal realm, he lives a life of luxury, just like back in his immortal realm. His beauty was outstanding thanks to his mothers genes, the humans loved him. And during his time in the mortal realm, Madan flourished, a Perfume company. One in which he believed would bring love, humans loved the scent of perfume, right? 

And that’s where the gods had brought you. In front of a bridge building whose architecture resabled the building in ancient greece. The summer sun warmed your golden skin, the fresh wind blew your dark hair, as if nature was welcoming you into your home. Each step you took into the building caused your gut to yell, telling you, warning you, yet just like every warning, you brushed it away. 

You weren’t a model, you weren’t an influencer, heck, you weren’t a fashion icon. But the woman whose eyes landed on you sure were. It causes you to feel smaller, uglier. Could it have been their fair skin, their shiny hair or their style? You didn’t know, but you knew your appearance wasn’t welcomed. 

The moment you took the elevator to the 5th floor where your Marketing office would be at, your breath was knocked south out of you. You choked back a gasp, it smelled good. Too good. You felt a headache rising to your temples and dizziness. You wanted to take a deep breath, but it was impossible with the amount of goodness scent. 

“Are you alright?” the voice of the god spoke, you opened your eyes and tilted your head up. Glazing into some beautiful brown eyes, so beautiful, yet so sad, ‘Yes, just.. Headache.” You muttered, your eyes leaving him, “which floor?” You cleared your throat, “5.”

Jin never intended to lose control. No, he never wanted to. But he was losing his sanity, his will, and most importantly, himself. He never liked the idea of forced love, or love magic or anything that had to do with poisons. But his fingers would tingle at the idea that maybe, that was the solution. 

He stayed all day in his elegant office, high off the many scents; chocolate, vanilla, roses, cinnamon, anything that could bring the sense of desire. During his time on the mortal realm, he noticed the human’s like of smell, bringing an idea that if he produced the right scent, it could make one fall in love. It wasn’t exactly a love potion, no. Not at all, in fact, he wanted to resolve this without his bow and arrow, without his gift, because maybe it was time not to force love?

The meeting room was dark compared to the rest of the company building, it made you feel as if you were taking part in some evil plan when in fact you were meeting the CEO and discussing Marketing aspects with the team. Yet, your gut kept telling you that it wasn’t right. 

You turned your tablet on and started taking notes, drawing small doodles of the illustrations and predictions for the Spring edition collection, “No, I want something to last.” Your ears perked up as you turned your head to the chairman. Everyone in the room is doing the same. He rubbed his forehead with two of his fingers, “I don’t want to repeat fragrances, I want it to last.” 

The presenter licked their lips and uncomfortably shifted from where they stood, “Oh well.. I..” They stuttered, their eyes dancing around the many faces in the room, “We.. We can try oils instead of perfumes?” You muttered out, unsure. 

The chairman’s eyes landed on you, causing you to flinch. You pressed your lips into a thin line and cursed yourself as you noticed his expression change, “or maybe not..” you whispered. “What’s your name?” you lost your job. Is what would have happened if Jin didn’t appreciate your idea. 

“y/n, y/n l/n. I’m new in the Marketing team.” You introduced yourself. Jin only stared at you, letting out a breathy chuckle, “Welcome to the team, y/n. I would like to hear more about those oils.” You thanked the gods above for sending Jin as your boss.  

You didn't know if Jin made your life easier or harder. On one hand, he knows what he wants, he has a goal. On the other hand, he doesn't know what he wants, or, in other words, how to deliver that goal. You've been working carefully with Jin and the fragrance team to come up with a new scent. One that lasts like Jin wanted.

"No, I want the smell to attract, to.. I don't know.." Jin threw his hands up in defeat before dropping them back down, slapping the sides of his leg, "attract desire on people."

"So.. lust?" You question as you took notes on your tablet. Three months. Three freaking months is what took you to be Jin's right hand in this project. Three fucking months to be his assistant. Jin's neck snaped towards you and you were sure you heard it crack.

"I don't do lust," Jin hissed, "I do love, passion." He sighed. You nodded at his words, tapping your apple pen on your tablet, "But.. these notes.. they point to lust.."

"What.." Jin breathed, feeling too tired, too stressed. "How can anyone think about falling in love, when they're so tempted by lust?" you asked, taking a breath before continuing, "Love isn't something that can be forced or attracted by a simple trait. There's supposed to be chemistry.. affection? not desire.. or want, but longing." You explained.

Jin let out a breathy laugh. His hands resting on his hips as he turned around. His laughed turned into a sarcastic one, sending you into freeze mode. He looked desperate, mad even, “I can’t keep falling.” he uttered out, his head hanging low, “you’re not failing, sir..” Jin only laughed, shaking his head. “You’re only saying that because I am your boss.”

You shook your head, setting your coat and tablet down, “No, I mean it. You’re so talented and splendid, you have a gift, sir.” Jin almost snored at your comment. He had a gift alright, but even with his gift, he was a failure. Or maybe his gift had run out. “No, I have no gift.” 

You frowned, “I have no fucking gift. If I did, I wouldn’t be stuck here. I wouldn’t be working on perfumes that help people recognize love and desire, I wouldn’t be standing here, being explained what love is, when it's supposed to be my thing.. I would be back home.. I'm a joke.”

You pitied the man in front of you. He must have had a rough life, you believed. One in which he had to live up to accomplishments, to success. Just like you felt at times. You sighed, “If it’s alright..” you took a step closer to the man, his gaze lifting from the floor to your eyes, “can I give you a hug?” 

“A hug?” puzzled, Jin frowned. You nodded, getting closer and softly wrapping your arms around him. He tensed at your touch, he was never touched this way before, or touched at all, in fact. “It’s okay, Jin.” You whispered softly. Your voice comes to him in comfort, “Success takes time, no one is perfect.” But he’s supposed to. Jin softly gave into the embrace, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder. 

Jin never intended to lose himself, but he was going insane. Among all scents and perfumes he's worked on, none of them matched with yours. Because as he hugged you, his arms tightening around your waist, nose digging into the crook of your neck, he felt his heart flutter. You didn’t only smell like coconut with a mixture of vanilla, you didn’t only smell like cinnamon and caramel, you didn’t only smell like fresh laundry and lavender, but you smelt of comfort and hope. 

Your embrace loosed the moment you felt Jin tremble on top of you. The smile you had on your face completely gone as you tried pulling away from him. His arms held you in place, pulling you back into the hug as he let out a sniff, his voice weak and heavy, “Let’s stay like this.. Just for a little.” And you accepted it. 

You found Jin to be a very interesting person. He had strange tastes, or just simply didn't care. If anything, he didn't have any boundaries. He acted like he ruled the world, and honestly, if you had that amount of money, you would too.

Jin had smoothly and noticeably made it a habit to take you to his home, his house to practice give him some therapy. Oddly, enough, it didn't feel like therapy sessions.

"Maybe, I ain't cut up for this.." Jin muttered, his fingers resting on his lip. It's been around two months since that intimate hug, and ever since then, Jin had gotten.. well, he clung onto you.

You hesitantly reached, placing your hand on his back before rubbing it softly. It'll become sort of like a habit for you to comfort him. You didn't mind. You wanted to help. He lifted his head, looking at you, "you're more capable than you think, Jin."

You smiled softly, causing Jin's heart to flatter once more. What did you have to cause his heart to beat like crazy? Taking a breath which got caught, he scanned your features, falling into a spell, "..y/n."

You couldn't understand the strange tension in Jin's eyes whenever you were too close to him, touching him even. Words of comfort always caused Jin to look at you with such intimacy. Something you never got to experience in other relationships. Jin brought his body closer, nose almost touching before you realized, waking up from an enchantment.

"I..uh.. sorry, I'll head out.." you stuttered out, making your way towards the door. Each step you took made Jin's heart pound louder in his ears. How was he to tell you that he liked you? He liked you perhaps a little too much.

Jin followed behind, his thought train speeding through his mind. Without hesitation, He extended his arm, recreating holding his bow and that's when he felt it. Love can't be forced.

His heart dropped as he shook his head, running to you, "I'm sorry, y/n.. please.." You said softly but loud enough for you to hear.

Jin held your wrist, stopping you from taking a step. You turned towards him, avoiding eye contact, “Y/n..” his voice came out as a faint whisper, as if he was trying to reach for you. Your eyes betrayed you, slowly lifting their gaze to meet Jin’s and you silently cursed whoever made the man in front of you. His eyes enchanted you, hypnotized you even. His soft plump lips tilted into a small smile, leaning his face closer to you and your eyes took a quick glance at his lips before lifting them up to meet his eyes. 

His fingers lightly held your chin, making sure to keep your head in place, not wanting you to leave his gaze, “Stay with me..” the words left his mouth, putting you into a spell in which you couldn’t escape, “please?”

You swallowed, but you nodded. Jin only let out a small breath as he grinded, his other hand coming to hold and wrap around your waist before he leaned closer. Both your nose brushed against each other, and of course you let out a faint whine. Jin’s thumb brushed your bottom lip, causing a small shiver to run down your spine at the warmth, “you’re so.. Enchanting..”

Your eyes looked down at his lips and as if answering your silent question he pressed his lips against yours. Both your lips chasing after each other in a deeper kiss. Your arms flew to wrap around his neck, locking him into the kiss in which he didn’t complain. His touches were ghostly against your skin, afraid to touch you as if you would melt away. Your touches were clingy and desperate, wanting him to touch and melt you away. 

That night you experienced so much emotion through physical contact, emotion in which you never imagined ever to experience in this lifetime. His hands were gentle as he held your wrist, his thumb brushing against your wrist as he thrust his hips against yours. His other holding the back of your neck as he stared at your face, taking in every expression as he rolled his hips into you. 

You would let out a whiney sob as you opened your eyes, a glass filled vision as tears built up from the pure pleasure Jin was giving you, your jaw widening as you let out a silent moan. Jin let out a soft grunt as he felt you tighten yourself around his cock, sending his eye to twitch out in pleasure as he leaned onto your neck. Brushing his lips against your pulse point before he kissed and sucked marks onto your skin. 

Your hands ran down his back, nails digging into his skin the moment you felt your sixth orgasm of the night build up, “Jin..” you cried out in which he responded with a soft hush, “I know, darling..”

It’d become odd. The relationship between you and Jin, ever since that night. It had seemed that both of you were nothing during the day, but the moment everyone left the office leaving both your souls, you’ve become different people. 

He would crack jokes, take you out for dinner, drop you at home. He would never ask for a kiss, nor a hickey, all he asked for was for your time. And it terrified you. It must have been 7 months since the night you slept together and Jin had not treated you any different, but your mind would shift towards the worst. 

Maybe you were horrible in bed, were you too loud? You felt something crawl up your leg, it felt like the legs of a spider. Perhaps you were too ugly? It didn’t take long for the overwhelming feeling of insecurity to crawl over your whole body. 

That night as you sat in the chair in the middle of the island in Jin’s kitchen, you fought the urge to ask him. His back faced towards you as he cooked up pasta. He always did this, at least every Friday. Take you to his home where he would cook for you, make you laugh, make you feel special and then sleep tangled in his arms. It scared you. 

“Was I bad?” you asked, setting the fork down as you’ve lost your appetite, Jin only looked up from his plate as he slurped a noodle, frowning. “I mean..” Jin then set his fork down, wanting to have his full attention on you, “when we slept together, was I bad?” 

He tilted his head, unsure of how to answer your question. You felt nervous under his gaze, “No, not at all?” He questioned, unsure where you were getting at, “Then why haven’t we done it?” Your voice came out as a whisper, Jin then swallowed as he blinked, “Because I didn’t think you'd want it.” 

The kitchen fell silent. Jin continued, “I want you.” he paused, straightening his back as he chased your eyes to lock with them, “all the fucking time.” It was your turn to be left speechless, “I want to take you everywhere every time, but I know it’s not right, not without your permission.” The table fell silent again, and as both of you ate once more, you debated with yourself. 

After washing the dishes, Jin brought you to the living room in which he turned the TV, “I find it so fascinating how humans can come up with these things. So creative.” You let out a chuckle as you sat on the couch, you back sinking into the comfort of the pillows. Selecting a streaming app, Jin also leaned back, laying next to you as an arm rested above your shoulders. “I’m serious, you guys are interesting.” 

You only leaned onto his shoulder as he selected the Movie he mentioned a moment ago while washing the dishes, “Percy Jackson is.. Hm..” Jin hummed, thinking back to his life as a god. Your eyes looked up at his pouting face, “I think it’s cute.” 

You hummed as you reached over for the blanket, covering your body. “Cute?” Jin frowned as looked down at you, “I meant as in, the gods having kids. I don’t know anything about all that Greek God bullshit, but them having kids seems like a cool concept.” You explained yourself as your eyes settled at the screen before you. 

Jin’s thoughts shut off, staring at the wall next to the TV trying to progress what you mentioned. His eyes squinted a bit, imagining a world in which he potentially had a child, is that even possible?

“If you were a god, let’s say,” you asked, snapping Jin out of his thoughts, “and you had a child, would you let them go through all that just to accept them?” You asked, your brows frowned as you looked at the screen. Jin took a deep breath, “No.”

“Me neither. You have children out of love, not to keep the bloodline going.” You muttered, cuddling the blanket closer to you, "If i were to be a mom one day, I would never let my child think they had to live up to my expectations to receive my love."

Jin blinked. love. what really did it mean, what came with it. He rubbed his fingertips together, feeling the softness of his own skin before he sat up, looking at you. "Can we sleep together?"

You rubbed your eyes, already feeling tired, "what?" Jin leaned down towards you, "Can I kiss you?" Your eyes widened a bit, but nothertheless, you nodded.

You regretted it instantly. Your wrists were pinned behind your lower back and your face lay on the couch as Jin pounded you from behind. Small grunts and moans filled the living room, some being washed away by the sound of the TV. You twitched under him, feeling the tight knot in your stomach, "fuck Jin.."

You gasped out, kicking your feet a bit. Jin only tilted his head back, feeling his cock twitch as he slipped in and out of you, furiously slamming into you from behind, "you're so good to me, y/n.." he moaned.

His hand gripped the fat on your hip, bringing you back to him as he fucked into you, "so pretty.." he muttered, his head coming back to look at the way your cunt took his dick. "gonna fill you up so good, so full.." his head was thrown back, and soft moans left his mouth. His breath hitched when a load of his milky white cum shot out, causing you to gasp out as you soon felt your own orgasm clasp.

Jin kept thrusting, slow and gentle, making sure to keep his load in you. He knew that what he wanted was very slim, but the thought lingered, "I promise to take you everywhere.. I'mma make you feel loved and satisfied."

Jin kept his word and he did take you whenever he could. Whether that was bending you over his office table or having you ride him in his car in the company's parking lot. It worried you how much time and stigma the man had. He was out of this world.

"I don't just have sex, y/n." He laughed. Settling into his bed, your body already too tired as you closed your eyes, "I make love." He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his body. You wanted to protest, to argue with him. we're not in love, is what you wanted to tell him. But maybe it was a conversation of another day.

You were terrified. Nothing could have prepared you for what you were about to experience. You rubbed your temple as you walked into Jin's office floor, throat dry. You were confused, drowned in complex emotions.

It was about 8 pm, and everyone on the floor had gone home, or so you thought. Opening the door to Jin's office, the smell of what was once so pleasant to your nose caused you to cringe in disgust. This was no pleasant scent, but it was a familiar one.

The smell of sex reeked your nose as you quickly covered it, your eyes frowned as you noticed Jin in the middle of the office. His hair was a mess, clothes sticking to his body by sweat. You only scanned the room, no one was there. But nothing hid the fact of what had happened in that office.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, closing the door. You stared at your feet for a second trying to progress what had happened. Door handle still in hand, you tighened your grip before making your mind up. And the moment you let go, the door opened with Jin trying to reach for you.

"Y/n, it's not what you think." He started, following after you, "I don't care, Jin." you spat, "I mean it, y/n. I.." He huffed out, wanting to hold you from taking another step from him, "I love you." That's where you felt your heart drop.

“No, Jin, you’re confusing love and lust, please!” You pant out, your hands trembling as you hold your coat close to you. You felt tears build up in the corner of your eyes. You were hurt, tired, and scared. You reached the elevator, pressing the button. “You don’t love me, Jin.”

The elevator was going to take a while, you knew that. You took a deep breath in, trying to calm your trembling voice, not wanting to show how much of an effect he had on you, “You need me, yes, but you don’t need me.” Jin licked his lips, noticing how dry they’ve become. He was puzzled, confused. He, Eros, the god of love doesn’t know what love is? 

“That is.. No.. That..” he breathed, the elevator dinged, opening its doors as it gave you an escape. Jin closed his eyes as he shook his head. His heartbeat was close to his lungs, his body felt on edge, and he felt panic. “Y/n.” He held onto the elevator door, his grip tight as his knees felt weak, “I need you.. So much..”

His eyes cried out in desperation as he scanned for any sign of understanding, of longing. You stared at him, you felt your nose become stuffy, ready to cry. His cheeks had turned flustered and his eyes had watered, he looked like a mess, a gorgeous one, “There isn’t one day that my heart doesn’t ache for you. There isn’t one second where I want to be near you, please y/n..” 

He wanted to kneel in front of you, begging for you. Years and years of being worshiped, he never thought of a day in which he would worship anyone. But you arrived and changed everything, “words cannot describe how I crave for you, y/n.”

A single tear escaped your eyes, slowly rolling down your cheek as you stared at Jin, and before you knew it, you couldn’t hold the rest of them back. You let out a silent sob as you pushed Jin’s hand off the elevator door, pressing the closing button, “I’ll send in my resignation and you better accept it.”

The moment the doors closed, Jin felt his whole world collapse. Maybe he did too, maybe he too fell to the ground and sobbed, letting out painful cries as he held his chest. His hand clenched his heart as he let his tears flee. His lungs hurt from the lack of oxygen, too mournful to let any of it in. The lack of oxygen didn’t hurt as much as his heart cried for you. 

The next couple of weeks felt like a visit to the underworld where Hades lived. So cold, so dark, so lonely. And out of respect, he stayed away from you. And out of love, he accepted your resignation. Yet the moment he signed the paper, he felt like you had taken a piece of his heart with you, while he was only left with the brief memory of you, not worthy of any piece of you. 

His days had turned gloomy, his attitude had become pissy, and his heart still throbbed with pain. He had taken a break from the company. What was once his mission to restore love had been thrown out the window. Now he understood why morals were too scared to fall in love. 

SeokJin looked up at the bright night sky, his eyes staring at the sea of stars, but none looked as beautiful as you. No, he wasn’t ashamed to mention it, you could be just as beautiful as his mother. Were she to meet you, she would for sure assume you were one of her children. His throat spat a sob, his eyes sore from crying. Was this what it felt to love someone? The back of his hand covered his mouth, not wanting to make another sound as another tear rolled down his face. Why did loving someone hurt so much? 

Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t cut out to be the god of love. He didn’t know anything about love. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he let out a dry sob, “Mom, what am I doing?” he asked basically no one, “What am I made for if it’s not love?” and deep down his heart broke just a little more. 

A/N. love is like a fart, if it's forced, it's probably shit.