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Too gooood, another masterpiece to be born ISTG ✨✨

Good job 👏

[Shorts] Sender Unknown | Namjoon

Summary: When the door to the container opened, you thought it would be the end of weeks of being moved around many oceans, but instead you meet Namjoon, the ringleader of the biggest human trafficking scheme of South Korea, and he decides to keep you.

Warnings: themes of human trafficking, domestic violence, reader bleeds in face, reader is with Namjoon against her will/held captive, reader is mistreated cause she’s a foreigner/not Korean speaker

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As the potato cubes danced around in the boiling water, you sat nearby, at the dining table as your feet kicked back and forth, as if it aided you in remembering the words that you were articulating out loud.

“Ann-yeong-ha… ha. Annyeonghaseyo.” You muttered, your eyes moving away from the pages to glance over at the pot cooking away on the stove.

“J…jeo. Jeo neun, y/n… im-ni-da.” You followed along with the text in the book, trying your best to articulate every syllable in a precise manner.

Today, you were learning how to introduce yourself in Korean. This required far more brain power than the lesson you went through last week, when you learned how to count.

Click!

But terror thundered down on you at the sound of the front door unlocking, and you bounced off your chair, turning in panicked circles as you tried to find a good hiding spot for your book.

The kitchen drawers.

You had no choice - Namjoon would expect you to be in the kitchen by now. So, you pushed the chair back and grabbed both the book and pen before you stormed into the kitchen and grabbed hold of the first drawer you saw, and you threw the items in before pushing the drawer, not looking back.

The way the door sounded as it was being shut signaled that Namjoon was in a decent mood today, and you were not going to ruin that.

You grabbed the ladle, hissing at the heat that radiated from it, but you pushed through as you swirled it in circles, trying your hardest to not look suspicious.

“There was a parcel delivery but…” That was it. You couldn’t open the door as… it was locked. “They left a card in the mailbox.” You ended it at that as you broke apart the curry blocks and dropped them in the pan.

“I saw. It’s at the neighbor.” Namjoon murmured as you could sense him standing right behind you.

“However…” The sound of a thin sheet of paper brushing against another caught your attention; numbing your senses as you swore you saw black spots dancing in front of your eyes.

“What lesson are you on? Two? Hm, your handwriting is… awful.”

“Namjoon…” You couldn’t find it in you to turn around - afraid of the evil that would be swirling in his eyes.

Yet, knowing you had no choice, you turned-

The sturdy hardcover slammed against your cheek, the cover cracking at the hit, but that didn’t stop Namjoon as he gripped onto the book tighter and struck you a couple of times, ignoring the terrified shrieks that came from you as the sharp corners drew blood over your face.

“Sorry! Sorry!” You screamed as you tried to make yourself as small as possible, covering your head with your arms.

You could forget about ever learning Korean.

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Tag list

@mawwnsterr @silversparkles11 @minshookie29 @ynaught @pinkcherrybombs @oppa-agust-d @bunzom @bunnyrhe @btsiguess-kpop @b0fi @softiegukk @stonyoongi @douknowbts @themochiverse @yuikitty @kagami-s-void @darkuni63 @mageprincess7 @potterbrooke @nininek12 @sarobsarai @astaeriods @articpup @kookiwu @itsmebitch7 @kakaotaek

Too gooood, another masterpiece to be born ISTG ✨✨

Good job 👏

[Shorts] Sender Unknown | Namjoon

Summary: When the door to the container opened, you thought it would be the end of weeks of being moved around many oceans, but instead you meet Namjoon, the ringleader of the biggest human trafficking scheme of South Korea, and he decides to keep you.

Warnings: themes of human trafficking, domestic violence, reader bleeds in face, reader is with Namjoon against her will/held captive, reader is mistreated cause she’s a foreigner/not Korean speaker

—

As the potato cubes danced around in the boiling water, you sat nearby, at the dining table as your feet kicked back and forth, as if it aided you in remembering the words that you were articulating out loud.

“Ann-yeong-ha… ha. Annyeonghaseyo.” You muttered, your eyes moving away from the pages to glance over at the pot cooking away on the stove.

“J…jeo. Jeo neun, y/n… im-ni-da.” You followed along with the text in the book, trying your best to articulate every syllable in a precise manner.

Today, you were learning how to introduce yourself in Korean. This required far more brain power than the lesson you went through last week, when you learned how to count.

Click!

But terror thundered down on you at the sound of the front door unlocking, and you bounced off your chair, turning in panicked circles as you tried to find a good hiding spot for your book.

The kitchen drawers.

You had no choice - Namjoon would expect you to be in the kitchen by now. So, you pushed the chair back and grabbed both the book and pen before you stormed into the kitchen and grabbed hold of the first drawer you saw, and you threw the items in before pushing the drawer, not looking back.

The way the door sounded as it was being shut signaled that Namjoon was in a decent mood today, and you were not going to ruin that.

You grabbed the ladle, hissing at the heat that radiated from it, but you pushed through as you swirled it in circles, trying your hardest to not look suspicious.

“There was a parcel delivery but…” That was it. You couldn’t open the door as… it was locked. “They left a card in the mailbox.” You ended it at that as you broke apart the curry blocks and dropped them in the pan.

“I saw. It’s at the neighbor.” Namjoon murmured as you could sense him standing right behind you.

“However…” The sound of a thin sheet of paper brushing against another caught your attention; numbing your senses as you swore you saw black spots dancing in front of your eyes.

“What lesson are you on? Two? Hm, your handwriting is… awful.”

“Namjoon…” You couldn’t find it in you to turn around - afraid of the evil that would be swirling in his eyes.

Yet, knowing you had no choice, you turned-

The sturdy hardcover slammed against your cheek, the cover cracking at the hit, but that didn’t stop Namjoon as he gripped onto the book tighter and struck you a couple of times, ignoring the terrified shrieks that came from you as the sharp corners drew blood over your face.

“Sorry! Sorry!” You screamed as you tried to make yourself as small as possible, covering your head with your arms.

You could forget about ever learning Korean.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Tag list

@mawwnsterr @silversparkles11 @minshookie29 @ynaught @pinkcherrybombs @oppa-agust-d @bunzom @bunnyrhe @btsiguess-kpop @b0fi @softiegukk @stonyoongi @douknowbts @themochiverse @yuikitty @kagami-s-void @darkuni63 @mageprincess7 @potterbrooke @nininek12 @sarobsarai @astaeriods @articpup @kookiwu @itsmebitch7 @kakaotaek

Too gooood, another masterpiece to be born ISTG ✨✨

Good job 👏

[Shorts] Sender Unknown | Namjoon

Summary: When the door to the container opened, you thought it would be the end of weeks of being moved around many oceans, but instead you meet Namjoon, the ringleader of the biggest human trafficking scheme of South Korea, and he decides to keep you.

Warnings: themes of human trafficking, domestic violence, reader bleeds in face, reader is with Namjoon against her will/held captive, reader is mistreated cause she’s a foreigner/not Korean speaker

—

As the potato cubes danced around in the boiling water, you sat nearby, at the dining table as your feet kicked back and forth, as if it aided you in remembering the words that you were articulating out loud.

“Ann-yeong-ha… ha. Annyeonghaseyo.” You muttered, your eyes moving away from the pages to glance over at the pot cooking away on the stove.

“J…jeo. Jeo neun, y/n… im-ni-da.” You followed along with the text in the book, trying your best to articulate every syllable in a precise manner.

Today, you were learning how to introduce yourself in Korean. This required far more brain power than the lesson you went through last week, when you learned how to count.

Click!

But terror thundered down on you at the sound of the front door unlocking, and you bounced off your chair, turning in panicked circles as you tried to find a good hiding spot for your book.

The kitchen drawers.

You had no choice - Namjoon would expect you to be in the kitchen by now. So, you pushed the chair back and grabbed both the book and pen before you stormed into the kitchen and grabbed hold of the first drawer you saw, and you threw the items in before pushing the drawer, not looking back.

The way the door sounded as it was being shut signaled that Namjoon was in a decent mood today, and you were not going to ruin that.

You grabbed the ladle, hissing at the heat that radiated from it, but you pushed through as you swirled it in circles, trying your hardest to not look suspicious.

“There was a parcel delivery but…” That was it. You couldn’t open the door as… it was locked. “They left a card in the mailbox.” You ended it at that as you broke apart the curry blocks and dropped them in the pan.

“I saw. It’s at the neighbor.” Namjoon murmured as you could sense him standing right behind you.

“However…” The sound of a thin sheet of paper brushing against another caught your attention; numbing your senses as you swore you saw black spots dancing in front of your eyes.

“What lesson are you on? Two? Hm, your handwriting is… awful.”

“Namjoon…” You couldn’t find it in you to turn around - afraid of the evil that would be swirling in his eyes.

Yet, knowing you had no choice, you turned-

The sturdy hardcover slammed against your cheek, the cover cracking at the hit, but that didn’t stop Namjoon as he gripped onto the book tighter and struck you a couple of times, ignoring the terrified shrieks that came from you as the sharp corners drew blood over your face.

“Sorry! Sorry!” You screamed as you tried to make yourself as small as possible, covering your head with your arms.

You could forget about ever learning Korean.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Tag list

@mawwnsterr @silversparkles11 @minshookie29 @ynaught @pinkcherrybombs @oppa-agust-d @bunzom @bunnyrhe @btsiguess-kpop @b0fi @softiegukk @stonyoongi @douknowbts @themochiverse @yuikitty @kagami-s-void @darkuni63 @mageprincess7 @potterbrooke @nininek12 @sarobsarai @astaeriods @articpup @kookiwu @itsmebitch7 @kakaotaek

Too gooood, another masterpiece to be born ISTG ✨✨

Good job 👏

[Shorts] Sender Unknown | Namjoon

Summary: When the door to the container opened, you thought it would be the end of weeks of being moved around many oceans, but instead you meet Namjoon, the ringleader of the biggest human trafficking scheme of South Korea, and he decides to keep you.

Warnings: themes of human trafficking, domestic violence, reader bleeds in face, reader is with Namjoon against her will/held captive, reader is mistreated cause she’s a foreigner/not Korean speaker

—

As the potato cubes danced around in the boiling water, you sat nearby, at the dining table as your feet kicked back and forth, as if it aided you in remembering the words that you were articulating out loud.

“Ann-yeong-ha… ha. Annyeonghaseyo.” You muttered, your eyes moving away from the pages to glance over at the pot cooking away on the stove.

“J…jeo. Jeo neun, y/n… im-ni-da.” You followed along with the text in the book, trying your best to articulate every syllable in a precise manner.

Today, you were learning how to introduce yourself in Korean. This required far more brain power than the lesson you went through last week, when you learned how to count.

Click!

But terror thundered down on you at the sound of the front door unlocking, and you bounced off your chair, turning in panicked circles as you tried to find a good hiding spot for your book.

The kitchen drawers.

You had no choice - Namjoon would expect you to be in the kitchen by now. So, you pushed the chair back and grabbed both the book and pen before you stormed into the kitchen and grabbed hold of the first drawer you saw, and you threw the items in before pushing the drawer, not looking back.

The way the door sounded as it was being shut signaled that Namjoon was in a decent mood today, and you were not going to ruin that.

You grabbed the ladle, hissing at the heat that radiated from it, but you pushed through as you swirled it in circles, trying your hardest to not look suspicious.

“There was a parcel delivery but…” That was it. You couldn’t open the door as… it was locked. “They left a card in the mailbox.” You ended it at that as you broke apart the curry blocks and dropped them in the pan.

“I saw. It’s at the neighbor.” Namjoon murmured as you could sense him standing right behind you.

“However…” The sound of a thin sheet of paper brushing against another caught your attention; numbing your senses as you swore you saw black spots dancing in front of your eyes.

“What lesson are you on? Two? Hm, your handwriting is… awful.”

“Namjoon…” You couldn’t find it in you to turn around - afraid of the evil that would be swirling in his eyes.

Yet, knowing you had no choice, you turned-

The sturdy hardcover slammed against your cheek, the cover cracking at the hit, but that didn’t stop Namjoon as he gripped onto the book tighter and struck you a couple of times, ignoring the terrified shrieks that came from you as the sharp corners drew blood over your face.

“Sorry! Sorry!” You screamed as you tried to make yourself as small as possible, covering your head with your arms.

You could forget about ever learning Korean.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Tag list

@mawwnsterr @silversparkles11 @minshookie29 @ynaught @pinkcherrybombs @oppa-agust-d @bunzom @bunnyrhe @btsiguess-kpop @b0fi @softiegukk @stonyoongi @douknowbts @themochiverse @yuikitty @kagami-s-void @darkuni63 @mageprincess7 @potterbrooke @nininek12 @sarobsarai @astaeriods @articpup @kookiwu @itsmebitch7 @kakaotaek

halloween masterlist 🦇

DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. yandere content. nsfw. trigger warnings to be expected are listed under the cut. please proceed with caution.

disclaimer: most of the themes mentioned below are not new here. however, for this event they will be explored in ways that could be considered extremely harsh and explicit, so please consume responsibly. as always, this is only fiction, it does not represent bts or my morals. please also keep in mind that all my characters are always 18+! thank you. ❤️

pseudo incest — step brothers, step fathers, step uncles, step sons... ooops.

gaslighting

cnc, dub con — including the use of triggering words in an erotic/degrading manner (r*pe, ab*se, m*lestation)

grooming

teratophilia — hybrid/monster aus

fear kink — physical and verbal threats

predator/prey

mature topics — mentions of depression, anxiety, neglect, past abuse, drugs, alcohol, smoking

blood, violence, murder

bdsm — whips, chains, cages, collars, leashes

necrophilia (in supernatural settings)

ღ the masterlist can be found here! it's still in the process of being completed.

ღ more warnings may be added as I go on writing.

ღ a taglist is available. 💌

ღ the fics will be posted under #dead dove, so please feel free to block the tag if in any way uncomfortable! thank you 🫰

(Chapter 1)

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Taehyung and Jimin always loved cute dolls that stumbled into their lives not knowing they will snatch the dolls away, play with them until they are shattered—broken. Once they can't play with them anymore, they would throw them away. God knows what happens, but will they keep you?

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Yandere Idol! Taehyung x F! Reader x Yandere Idol! Jimin. Ft. Other BTS members

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: This is a dark fic, containing non-consensual/dubious-consensual elements or other triggering topics. Please don't read it you find this triggering or not entertaining in any sort of way. Please don't read if you are below 18 years old. I don't condone any of the actions written below, all of these are purely fiction and fantasy. This does not have any related events with the living nor the dead. This also doesn't relate to anybody that were mentioned in real life. This is fiction. All reader inserts are legal age. (Stalking, mentions of mental health and psychical health, brief mentions of smut)

Sprinting. You were sprinting. Your little feet going too fast for your own good and your heels were starting to hurt you, no doubt it was blistering in your canvas shoes already. You ran and ran and you didn't look back, you don't know what's chasing you nor do you see it but you need to run. Going through narrow alleyways and dark roads, your footsteps were loud enough to ring in your ear. Your breathing was becoming heavy and heavy each time and you felt like you were going to have an attack but you don't have any time for your medication right now. How can you? Something… someone's been chasing you. You don't where you're going, but now… You can hear it calling out your name.

"Y/N…" It drawls out as your heart pounds in your chest.

"Y/N…" You weren't going to turn around, no…. You were never going to face it.

"Y/N…" You cursed to yourself as the voice got louder and louder, feeling its hands inches away from grabbing you.

"Y/N!" Your body jolted up as the sweat ran at the back of your neck, you panted, looking around to see yourself in the comfort of your own room. You stared at the person in front of you, feeling slightly disoriented as they shove the blue tube in your mouth, pumping the medicated gas inside your lungs as you breathed it in instinctively. "Sweetheart, you'll die if you keep having attacks like these… what if I'm not around? What will you do, hmm? You need to get help, Y/N…"

Sora's voice calmed you, rubbing circles in your back, patting you lightly trying to calm you down. You sighed out, wiping your sticky forehead as you closed your eyes, "I'm sorry…"

"Babe it's okay, but if you don't get help… it might get you killed someday…" You did have help. You had a distraction, a good one if fact. A few months ago you would always sleep like a baby, dreams as perfect and peaceful as it can get. Now that you completely fucked it up, you can't even face your distraction without feeling slightly humiliated. It constantly reminds you whenever you see them on your TV, your posters, Instagram, Twitter, whatever it was. God, you regretted that day so much. Not to mention how much money you wasted that day with your phone being missing and all. You haven't even been able to get a new one. "Just… just stop by the pharmacy okay? Your inhaler is almost finished"

Sora passed the inhaler towards you as you shake the can, trying to feel how much of it was left. It wasn't a surprise when you felt how it was almost empty. You've been getting attacks almost every night and you don't know how to get rid of it. It wasn't as bad as this before.

"Get ready, I'll drop you off at work…" You nodded, getting off the bed as you head towards the bathroom. Splashing your face with cold water seems like a good idea right now and it's just what you need. Maybe… you needed to get help, being extremely anxious all the time for no reason at all can affect your day to day life. God, what you would give to replay the day of your fan meet and change it. There are so many things you wanted to say to them, you can't believe you wasted that opportunity.

You just hope you can get better and have a chance to talk to them again soon.

.

Usually, when it comes to approaching someone, Taehyung let Jimin takes the lead. Jimin had this ability to act like an angel towards anyone, even the person he completely despises and hate so much he felt like chocking them. Taehyung doesn't have that sort of patience, he may not show it but he'll sure attack when that person least expected it. In a way, their personalities are both the opposites but they were compatible with each other. Out of the seven boys, only Taehyung and Jimin was willing to share a girl at the same time—the others can't do that. They were good, cunning, they fill in the skills that some of them don't have. They work best together. They were soulmates.

That's why when it comes to grooming their prey, Taehyung let Jimin takes the lead. Jimin can easily befriend someone, make them fall for him in a short period of time. Jimin will let them open their hearts out for him and until then, Jimin will show his true colors. If Jimin lets Taehyung take the lead, he would probably take them away out of their own will, force them to love him—but it doesn't work that way. They have to plant the idea of loving them inside that someone's head. It wouldn't work if it was forced now, would it?

In conclusion, Jimin needed the person he craved for to fall for him, truly. After they were in too deep, there was no way they were going to escape.

It's been several weeks since Taehyung stole Y/N's phone, unlocking it by sending the phone to a hacker so he didn't have the fuss of thinking about the passcode. In her phone, he got everything he needs to start his plan. Her name, her address, her friends, and her family's details. Everything was going so smoothly. Taehyung had been stalking her for a few days now, mostly at night since no one can notice him. He'd stood by her window sometimes, his body itches to get inside and snatch her away but then again, he didn't want to ruin Jimin's plan so he had to try and hold himself back.

Taehyung pities her… seeing her body writhed violently in her sleep, as the sweat would drip down her face. He wonders why she gets such bad dreams but then he remembered how anxious she was around him. If he had his way, Taehyung would make her relax, turn her nightmares into something more… Interesting.

Sora, Y/N's friend hadn't been showing any signs of being a threat to him and Jimin. In a way, Taehyung's glad she's taking care of their girl, making sure she's not sick anymore. One day, Y/N wouldn't need her anymore when she's got both of them by her side.

Taehyung would bring his camera sometimes, taking her pictures with silenced shutters. He developed all of them, pasting them all over his and Jimin's room. If he was lucky, Y/N would sleep with her underwear sometimes. She wears the cutest little things, he can't seem to forget when she wore the baby pink panties, with her legs and thighs all spread out for him to see. Taehyung remembered how his cock twitched at the sight, wanting to kiss her little nub, rubbing his tongue against her mound—god, she must be tasty.

Tomorrow, Jimin will visit her workplace. That's when he'll engage.

Of course, Y/N wasn't the first girl that had caught their attention. There were plenty before her. But they were useless, pathetic, boring and they didn't entertain Taehyung and Jimin as much as they hoped. They cried all the time, begging them to let them go. It's annoying and they both hate it when it happens. They want a nice girl, a girl who's obedient, pure, innocent, dependent on them—they haven't had their luck.

They just hope. They just hope that Y/N wouldn't be like the others.

After all, getting rid of broken dolls were always the hardest process.

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A/N: The first chapter is also short, kind of an introduction... Almost. Taglist is open, comment down below your thoughts. Send in ask about Taehyung and Jimin. I update every saturday!

(Chapter 2)

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Taehyung and Jimin always loved cute dolls that stumbled into their lives not knowing they will snatch the dolls away, play with them until they are shattered—broken. Once they can't play with them anymore, they would throw them away. God knows what happens, but will they keep you?

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Yandere Idol! Taehyung x F! Reader x Yandere Idol! Jimin. Ft. Other BTS members

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: This is a dark fic, containing non-consensual/dubious-consensual elements or other triggering topics. Please don't read it you find this triggering or not entertaining in any sort of way. Please don't read if you are below 18 years old. I don't condone any of the actions written below, all of these are purely fiction and fantasy. This does not have any related events with the living nor the dead. This also doesn't relate to anybody that were mentioned in real life. This is fiction. All reader inserts are legal age. (Manipulation, little mention of smut, anxiety attack)

Jimin wasn't the type of person to be interested in art, he had no knack for paintings, sketching, whatever it is that's related to using his creative skills. In a way, this acts as a disadvantage for him since Y/N worked at an art gallery. Taehyung would've felt right at home but Jimin couldn't let his friend any closer to her… yet. He walked in, hands in his pockets as he scanned around the room, his black face mask acted as a disguise and so did his sunglasses and hat. Though it never really helped him since fans managed to notice him anyway. He would stop by a painting, one by one, trying his best to get inside Taehyung's mind and see which one he would like the most. He planned on buying a couple, trying to get the seller interested in him. He knows his failing that's why his eyes roam around the gallery to find her.

His eyes stopped at the girl standing in front of a woman who was asking several questions about the painting to Y/N. Jimin groaned silently, she was loud enough for him to hear her bombard his precious girl with stupid questions. Jimin took the time to admire her figure, she was shorter than him, much shorter which made her look so cute as he imagined manhandling her figure in between him and Taehyung. He hums in satisfaction at the thought of tossing her around. Such a perfect doll.

The other boys often wonder what goes on in Jimin's and Taehyung's mind. They were confused about how Jimin and Taehyung can be interested in someone so quickly. Usually, it took others more than just a glance but it was like that for Jimin and Taehyung. They can see a person in front of their eyes just for a moment and they would immediately be infatuated. The downside of it all was the quicker they got their girl, the quicker they get rid of them.

Namjoon always scowled them for seeing a person mainly because of their looks, Namjoon knows they'll regret it once the girls have a shitty personality. The truth was, it wasn't because of that. It was the aura they both felt, all of them had the same aura.

They were gullible.

And if there's one thing that Jimin and Taehyung loved, they loved manipulating their brains in their thick little skulls.

Namjoon was mainly worried about both of them slipping. What if they took the wrong step and the girls report them to the media? It would be the end of them. Jimin and Taehyung convinced their leader that they would never get caught.

Taehyung can vouch for that.

How can the girls run their mouths when they don't even have them anymore?

Jimin chuckled at the thought, as he snapped back into reality when Y/N was walking towards him.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Her sweet voice called out, standing beside him as she faced the painting he was eyeing. Jimin pulled down his mask as he gave her a smile. Almost in second, she could recognize that lips, that teeth. It was obvious, how can anyone not? Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked down, trying to regain her breathing, trying to calm herself down. She knows now's not the time to have an attack.

"Are you okay?" Jimin questioned, the worry was evident in his voice as he peered down to look at her face. "Oh no, you're having a panic attack, aren't you?"

"I-I'm sorry" Y/N breathes out as she could feel her lungs constructing. Jimin suddenly held her back, pulling her closer to him while patting her softly. Jimin decided to pull her into his chest, holding her head close as she hyperventilates more and more.

"Breathe… breathe sweetheart… you're okay… you're alright, darling…" It feels too surreal, it feels like a dream. She was crying as she tried muffling her weeps in his chest, she's probably ruining his thousand dollar outfit which made her anxious even more, "That's alright, let it all out… let it all out, sweetheart…"

His voice was so soothing just like how she would hear him sing like an angel. With the comfort of his hold on her, the scent of his cologne whiffing inside her nostrils, his voice whispering sweet nothings inside her ear, she could feel her heart rate slowing down and her breathing stabilizing. She could almost feel Jimin smiling on top of her head, planting a kiss on her hair. It really feels like a dream.

"You okay now, sweetheart?" Jimin held both of her arms as he checked her face. A soft smile carved upon her lips as she wipes away the tears from her puffy eyes. Jimin tucked the sleeves of his shirt, wiping away the tears for her. She tried shying away from him but Jimin held a tight grip, not enough to hurt her but enough to keep her still. "I'm assuming you know me?"

"I… I looked up to you for so long… I… I'm sorry for overreacting…" She bowed slightly as Jimin kissed his teeth. Jimin ruffled with her hair, attempting to lighten up her mood as she giggled—he wanted to hear that again, god he loved that noise. So much he just wanted to bite her little cheeks.

"That's alright… I've had far worst reactions… you're pretty tame and it's understandable…" Jimin dismissed her apology, the smile never leaving her face.

"Are you interested in the painting?" Jimin had a feeling she wasn't allowed to talk to him during her work hours because of how the big man in the corner of the gallery just staring at them with his arms crossed together. He was guessing that man was the manager.

"I am, I want to buy a couple… But I want it to be the same style as this one…" It was so hard trying to act like he didn't know everything about her when she was standing right in front of him

"Okay, there are a few more paintings from the same painter. I'll show you around…" Jimin nodded, trailing closely behind her as she leads him far into the gallery. "I'm sorry, but my boss is watching… There are so many things I want to say to you but I'm being monitored…"

"Then say it…" Y/N's eyes widened slightly at the sudden change of his tone. Jimin somehow sounded a little bit deeper and darker which she had never heard him sound like that before. "I have the time… why don't you meet up with me after work?"

His tone changed back to normal, sweet, and angelic. Y/N raised her eyebrows at him, not knowing if she was imagining it or if she didn't hear him clearly.

"I've always wanted to sit down with a fan, hearing their thoughts about everything… I want to know, so please… would you like to meet up after you finish working?" There was no way Y/N can say no. Look at him. He was basically pleading with his soft eyes and he looks like an adorable puppy. Even if she had plans that day, Y/N would cancel them all just for him.

"I… I get off in an hour… I can text you the details…" At first, she was shocked that she was offering her number to him as if he would even take them, considering he's a worldwide famous idol, but then, she remembered that her phone was missing and she had no way of contacting him, "I… I don't have a phone. It's missing…"

"I can wait for you…"

"What?" She almost exclaimed.

"I can wait for you in my car, it's a black rover parked out front and the windows are tinted black—you can't miss it. I'll wait for you there, is that alright?"

"I don't want to be a fuss…"

"I'm okay, I really hope you can talk to me…" If a stranger asked you to get inside a car, a very dark one, you would have to decline. There was no way you would get inside right? The first thing that comes to your mind was danger and you'd do anything to avoid it. But how can Y/N avoid it when it was him? When it was Park Jimin? One of the men that saved her life when she needed them the most.

She can't decline.

She has to accept.

And that's why, without a bat of an eye—she said yes.

She said yes to him.

Y/N would never expect how ironic that sentence would become later on in her life. Because it was definitely about to change, right at the moment she uttered those words.

Park Jimin simply smiled, nodding at her words as they continued talking about the paintings he was interested in buying.

Despite talking to her, his mind starts to wonder elsewhere.

Y/N talks passionately about the painting's background, she didn't even notice his smile had become darker and darker each time.

Oh, Jimin... What have you got planned for your pretty little doll?

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A/N: Jimin's and Taehyung's personality will be loosely based on their profile. ALSO SMUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER BE PREPARED. COMMENT DOWN BELOW TO BE ADDED INTO THE TAGLIST

(Chapter 3)

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Taehyung and Jimin always loved cute dolls that stumbled into their lives not knowing they will snatch the dolls away, play with them until they are shattered—broken. Once they can't play with them anymore, they would throw them away. God knows what happens, but will they keep you?

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Yandere Idol! Taehyung x F! Reader x Yandere Idol! Jimin. Ft. Other BTS members

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: This is a dark fic, containing non-consensual/dubious-consensual elements or other triggering topics. Please don't read it you find this triggering or not entertaining in any sort of way. Please don't read if you are below 18 years old. I don't condone any of the actions written below, all of these are purely fiction and fantasy. This does not have any related events with the living nor the dead. This also doesn't relate to anybody that were mentioned in real life. This is fiction. All reader inserts are legal age. (Manipulation, SMUT, CURSING, ROUGH FINGERING, DUBIOUS CONSENT, SQUIRTING)

"I can't believe this is happening..." She whispered slowly to herself as her widened eyes stared at the beaming man in front of her. Jimin was smiling ear to ear, showing his pearly whites while his eyes turned into cute little crescents. The windows were completely black and Y/N doubt anyone could see her inside, there was a divider that separates the driver's view and the passenger's view, and now it was pulled up. "It feels... It feels like..."

"Like a dream?" Jimin finished her sentence almost immediately and he can feel himself getting slightly irritated by his answer. He shouldn't have done that, he didn't want to come off as weird. Jimin knew about Y/N's dreams about them but he didn't exactly want her to know that. Y/N would write it up in her phone's note, and she wouldn't miss a single day—her dreams start to become a nightmare after her failed encounter with them but she was about to change that.

"I... Yeah..." She breathes out staring at the epitome of perfection in front of her. He was acting so casual and yet he looked so ethereal, how is he real? God really does have favorites. Jimin noticed how she started to become breathless again, his hand finds itself situated on her thighs as he softly rubs it inching higher and higher but Y/N was too caught up in the whole situation to even notice his ill-intent. In her mind, it was just her idol comforting her, trying to make her feel her best. Jimin scooted closer towards Y/N closing the gap between the two of them as she took a deep breath.

"Calm down, I'm here now..." Jimin whispered, leaning in closer to her. "Aren't I?"

Y/N whispered a silent thank you towards him, taking his gesture as a form of comfort as she hugged his frame. Y/N buried her face inside his neck as the tears start to fall, staining his skin but Jimin merely smiled. Jimin took the opportunity to scent her perfume, the sweet yet tangy smell that made her wanted to bite her skin till it's bruised and bleeding. Jimin rubbed her back, hands getting lower as he rubs her in comfort.

"You have no idea how much you guys mean to me... All of you changed my life..." Taehyung would love to hear this...

Jimin smirked as he thought of his friend craving for praise. That's how Taehyung was, he loves people praising him. Taehyung needs to know that he's the best, that he's good at what he does. Taehyung will meet her soon, but not now...

"Actually..." Jimin interrupted her as he pulled away, "I have something for you..."

Jimin reached towards the backseat as he took a paper bag hidden behind his seat. Y/N raised her brows out of curiosity, not knowing what was in that brown bag.

"You mentioned earlier that you didn't have a phone..." Y/N mouth gapes as her eyes widened, not believing what was about to happen, "I bought you one and it's the same as mine and the other guys..."

When Jimin mentioned that, Y/N just knew it was expensive and there was no denying that. It was the latest model and not to mention how advance it is. Y/N had been using the same phone since 2014 and had never changed to a new one ever since.

"It's purple..." Jimin stated as he pulled the box out, as he handed it to Y/N. "I bought the sim card and everything so you don't have to..."

"Jimin... I... I can't except this" Yes... Yes, you can... Jimin can buy the whole factory if he wanted to and it wouldn't put a dent in his bank account. So take the damn phone. The tracker he and Taehyung placed won't work if you wouldn't even accept it.

"Do you want me to throw it out?" He raised his eyebrows with a teasing smile, opening the window, trying to throw it out. Y/N protested, holding her hands up as she snatched away the gift, "I thought so..."

"Thank you..." She felt like she wanted to cry again but this wasn't the time for tears, so instead, she hugged him once again, muttering the same words over and over again.

"Open it..." Y/N was excited as she pulled the box open, the shining phone greeted her eyesight as she smiled widely, taking it out to inspect the design. It was indeed the same one that Jimin and the rest of his members are using. The color was beautiful, the same color as Jungkook's microphone as she could describe it. "Now turn on the phone"

Y/N pressed the button at the sight of the phone as the bright screen hurts her eyes.

"Is that?" She stared at the home screen as she giggled, "When did you take this?"

"You were gone for an hour and I had the time... Just don't change the lock screen to the other boys or else I would be really mad..." His voice seemed harmless but the meaning wasn't. Jimin would be truly pissed if she suddenly changed the lock screen into someone else. It wouldn't be as serious if she placed pictures of other members, Jimin didn't care much about that but... But men that he doesn't know? Leeches who are nothing but pests in the world? He would be furious.

Jimin lets Y/N play with her new phone for a while as he sits back and watches her intently. Jimin was thinking about way too many things to do till the point where he didn't even realize Y/N was starting to talk to him again.

"What's that, baby?" He asked as she could feel her heart fluttering at the nickname Jimin gave her.

"I um... I said... I said I don't k-know how to repay you f-for this..."

"Oh really? You really don't know?" Hearing those words coming out of his mouth made him thank god for the first time in a while. Jimin chuckled darkly, kissing his teeth as he leaned into her again, "Think hard, baby..."

"I... I-I don't know..."

"Do you really want to repay me?" Jimin questioned her once again, his sweet voice turning into a deep darker sound, "You love me don't you?"

"I do..." Y/N answered in a way, not how Jimin had hoped for but it was enough for him to do whatever he wanted. Y/N loves him. Y/N worships him. Is there anything more that he needs?

"If you love me so much..." Jimin drawled out, leaning in so close that Y/N could see every little detail about his beautiful face, "You would do anything for me, right?"

"Yes, Jimin..." She muttered, not really knowing where this was going but his presence was scaring her. It made her feel small and vulnerable but she felt like she couldn't do anything about it. How was she supposed to tell him that she felt slightly uncomfortable. She didn't want to hurt his feelings.

"If so..." Jimin spreads his legs wide open as he placed his hand on his right thigh, "Come and sit on my lap, baby. I'll tell you what I really... Really... Want"

Y/N stared at his hand in shock, his palm casually tapping his thigh indicating that she should sit on him.

"I..." Y/N paused as she thought about what to do in this situation, "I d-don't think..."

"Am I making you feel uncomfortable?" Jimin was making her feel confused. His dark presence change into his sweet one once again, his voice higher now this time as his deep gaze turned into his soft-puppy dog eyes. Y/N had no idea what was happening nor had she thought Jimin had this type of attitude. She had never seen him like this before, "Shit! I'm fucking this up!" He cursed to himself as he closed his legs, hiding his face into his hand, "I don't know how to act around you, I... I'm usually like this with the female I met... Fuck! You must think I'm such a creep now!"

Y/N had always heard from the media or even from his members that Park Jimin was a sensitive man and he was the easiest to cry out of all of them. The littlest thing that bugs him would stress him out but she had never thought in a million years she would see Park Jimin visibly stressed out and upset about something he could've just apologized for and move on.

Her heart breaks at the sight and she wouldn't want to see him like this ever. She would never want to see him or any of the boys sad and it's taking a toll on her.

Without a warning, Y/N got up from her seat, sitting on the man's lap as she pulled away his hand from his face, "Jimin, I'm so sorry!" Y/N exclaimed as she stared at his red face, eyes puffy from the tears welling up in his eyes. "Jimin... Please don't cry..."

Y/N pulled his head in her chest, trying to soothe him as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"I just... I didn't want to disappoint you..."

"Jimin... It's okay... I'm not uncomfortable, I promise..." Y/N lulled to him, she can feel his tears staining her shirt as Jimin calmed down, sniffing softly into her chest.

At this point, Taehyung would be laughing at how gullible you are. Jimin also would be laughing at you but he needed to keep his act up. He needs to show his vulnerability to you because after all, that's what they love.

Jimin smirked, holding back his dark laugh inside him as his face turned into a frown once he pulled away.

"Thank you, sweetheart..." Jimin looks up to her, eyes shining from the tears. Y/N shook her head wiping his wet cheeks as she hugged him.

"I'm sorry..." Jimin was buried in her neck again and he can't hold himself back anymore, he wanted to lick her up, bite into her, mark her as his. Her scent was driving him crazy and he could only imagine what she tastes like.

Jimin didn't care anymore because the next thing he knows, his tongue darted out to lick the soft skin in the neck of her neck.

Y/N jolted in surprise as pulled away.

Jimin stared at her with sorrowful eyes, "Kiss me..."

"Jimin... I..." If this was somebody else, they would've jumped at the opportunity to kiss Park Jimin with no doubts running through their minds. This was different, Y/N wasn't like that. She doesn't see them like that. She loves them in a way... In a way, they were the family that she never had. She would do anything for her family. Anything to make them happy. Anything to please them.

She didn't want to make Jimin sad like she did earlier.

And so she did.

She kissed him.

She didn't want to but she did.

Jimin could feel her lips on his, statically. She wasn't moving but Jimin took the liberty to the so because it was all it takes for him to ignite the spark into a raging fire inside of him.

Jimin knows her now.

Jimin knows her inside and out.

So fucking gullible, so fucking easy to manipulate.

If he does what he wanted to do for a long time now. He wouldn't fear of her running away from him because Jimin could simply turn his smile upside down and Y/N would be running towards him in a flash.

Jimin that she knows was gone now.

The real him was unleashed and he was more than happy to show her all of him.

Jimin's hands swiftly move towards the seat recliner pushing it flat until they were both laying down. Y/N whimpered in surprised, wanting to get up and get off of him but Jimin had her wrists in his hands, pushing her underneath him as he placed her hands above her head, "You're not going anywhere, baby..."

"Jimin, what are you doing?!" She exclaimed, thrashing her body underneath him in an attempt to escape but despite Jimin's small frame, he was still stronger and slightly bigger than her, "Jimin, let me go!"

"Nuh-uh... Gonna have a taste first... Been wanting to eat you up for so long now... Bet you taste so fucking good..." Jimin leaned down into her neck as he licks a stripe right on her vein, he nibbled on the skin as she whined loudly, shaking her head furiously, "If you want me to fucking break your neck, you better stay fucking still you whore"

Y/N cried out, tears falling for like the hundredth time today as she stopped moving. Jimin kissed her neck, sucking on it, wanting to draw blood to the surface. Y/N jolted up at the sensation, feeling foreign about the whole thing and she could definitely feel her body betraying her. She weeps, feeling her panties cream when she knows she shouldn't

He pulled away admiring the huge mark he left as he smiled in satisfaction, "So fucking pretty..."

"Jimin... Please..." She pleased, staring at him in the eyes and she could see how the kindness in him completely vanish. Why was he like this? Where was the Jimin everybody called angel? Fairy? Where was he. This wasn't him.

This was a demon.

"You're gonna lay there, like a good girl and spread your leg out for me alright? If you don't do what I asked you to do... You wouldn't like what I'm about to do to you if you disobey" Jimin lowered himself to her legs as she kept crying. "It would be a shame if I broke you to early..."

Jimin pulled down her pants with full force, smiling to himself when he saw one of the cute little panties Taehyung often described to him. Jimin was also content seeing the wet spot situated right underneath the swell of her swollen clit, he leaned in, taking a whiff of the sweet yet musky smell as he hummed.

"You act like you don't fucking want it but you're wet, sweetheart..." Jimin pulled the panties down, taking it off of her legs as he placed them in his pocket, "Taehyung would love to add to his collection now"

Everything Jimin was saying wasn't making any sense to her because she felt like everything they were doing wasn't possible. She didn't even know if this was real or if this was just another nightmare.

Jimin's fingers immediately pinched her swollen clit as she arched her back at the sudden sensation. Y/N was twitching and screaming underneath him, her thighs shake while loud whines escape her lips as she tried to escape from him. Jimin wanted to tie her down if he had the equipment. She would look so pretty all strained and red in his thick ropes.

Y/N was tortured on the other hand. She was pleasurably tortured by his fingers, harassing the bundle of nerves till no end, "You fucking like this baby, look how fucking wet you are..."

"J-Jimin!" She screamed when she felt his digits intruding her entrance without a warning.

"Fuck, you're a sweet little virgin aren't you?" Jimin moved his digits differently now. Instead of going in and out, ramming them inside her—he was moving them rapidly up and down, hitting her in spots she didn't even know existed. Jimin was ruthless but deep down inside she was enjoying it. She enjoyed being used like this. She enjoyed being hurt. Deep down she was a whore. She was a whore just like Jimin called her. It started to feel amazing that she was crying, wanting him to slow down yet move faster at the same time. Why was her mind being indecisive? She was supposed to hate this. "I bet our cocks wouldn't fucking fit in this tiny little hole"

"Jim-Jimin!" She jolted up, her eyes running through the back of her head as she gripped the leather seat with her nails. Jimin had one goal and he is determined to reach it. His other hand reached up also moved in sync, rubbing her swollen clit at a fast pace trying to get his good girl to cum as fast as he can and repeat the process over and over again. Fuck, Jimin wanted to make her cum so much she would pass out.

Jimin could feel her walls clenching on him, restraining his movements and he knew she was close. He went harder and harder, pressing down on her puffy nub as she screamed, the tears on the corner of her eyes were evident, "Stop! Stop! It-It feels, it feels w-weird!"

"You're going to squirt sweetheart and I'm going to lick it up... Hm? Maybe you can finish it off? Clean the seats with your tongue?"

"Jimin!" Jimin was enjoying hearing the cry of pleasures escaping her mouth, "That's right, baby... Scream. Let everyone know how good I'm making you feel, hmm?"

Y/N could feel it coiling in her lower tummy, it grows bigger and bigger and for a mere second, Y/N thought she might have done something else because it felt so familiar.

Her back arched as her thighs close on Jimin's hand as if they were trying to grip on something. Something so unexpected had happened that shocked her. Y/N could see the black stars invading her vision as she literally felt like she was knocked out for a second. The next thing she knows, she can feel the gush of stream escaping her cunt as she twitched violently and panting rapidly as if Y/N had lost her breath. The clear stream of liquid told its tale and Jimin knew had done what he wanted to do.

Jimin stared at his hand, completely soaked in her cum as he brought it up to his lips. Licking every single digit, his palm, his hand. He didn't want to miss anything. Y/N felt like she had run a marathon but she could see how Jimin moaned and hum while he licks whatever it is that escaped her.

"Taste so fucking good..." He groaned in satisfaction as Y/N closed her eyes.

What had she just done? Why did she like it? Why did she feel this way? Why did she like seeing Jimin like that?

What is wrong with her?

"Now... Sweetheart. Clean the seats, will you? " Jimin pointed at the mess wanting her to lick her own cum off.

Surprisingly, Y/N got up even though she had no energy, she bent down and listened to him.

Jimin's mission was done and it was easier than he had expected.

"Good girl..."

Jimin can't wait to bring his good girl home and let Taehyung have his turn. The poor boy was probably aching right now.

Jimin stared at the corner for some reason, smiling, "We're coming home, Taehyung-ah..."

He waved happily.

Jimin can't believe she didn't even notice the tiny red dot recording them the entire time.

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A/N: Woo...That was intense! Send me feedback! Also, you can send in some questions about the serious. Request to be added to the taglist!

summary. daddy and mommy issues all around made you feel bad for your son’s best friend. you just hadn’t realized the care you held him with while growing up was being greatly misinterpreted. much less would you realize the way he watched you, but you felt great catching the eye of a young college boy at such an age.

pairing. milf!yn x son’s best friend!jk

genre. yandere, stalking. smut (little piece but it’s smut!!!)

warnings. curse words, forced pregnancy, poking holes in condom, religious parents, mentions of abortion, birthing, cheating, riding, wet dreams, lots of talks of wetness, inexperienced jungkook, age gap, stalkingx voyeurism, unsafe sex, unprotected sex, cum talks, mommy kink, scenes with throw up, overall pregnancy, jerking off, CORRUPTION KINK!!! and i’ll put more if it needs any!

word count. 10k

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authors note. baeeeeeeeessss it’s finally here!!! my jk fic!!!! it’s quite a long one shot but i hope u all really really really enjoy it!! it’s not the hardest yandere but i think it’s along the lines!!!! thank u for reading!! pls try and reblog to get this to other ppl!! don’t be afraid to send me asks about any of my series or to just talk!! (and super sorry for any mistakes, im posting this at work and haven’t had the chance to proofread!)

You weren’t as old as you thought you’d be when you had your kid. You were at the ripe age of 24, which weirdly enough, your OBGYN said was common to begin. You didn’t want to begin so young. You loved to travel, be introduced to different cultures and embrace them with their people. Everyone had always been so welcoming in your travels— something you didn’t have in your small town.

When your college sweetheart had told you he wanted to go raw, you fought him on it. Time and time again did you have to remind him that you would not fuck him without protection, and he always argued right back with you. Your girlfriends were begging you to break-up with his sorry ass, and you had finally mustered up the courage to do so. So on that eventful Monday morning, you awoke, excited to be free from such a suffocating relationship. It just hadn’t set in until after breakfast how nauseous you really were. And like a riverbank that had bursted through a man made wall, did all you had eaten that morning and night before, hit you.

You felt groggy the rest of the day, an ache settling in your stomach. It was shrugged off as bad food, and at your cheap college, there was no doubt that you’d get sick anytime soon. And so the time came to break-up with Seokjin, your stomach still cramping at every second as you walked to meet him on the campus gazebo. You were out of breath once you got there, Seokjin holding you upright as the pain began to throb throughout your body.

The suffocating man had rushed you to the hospital, knowing deep within what you had met up with him to do. All of the signs were there, but he didn’t want to let you go. And he’d do everything to not let you. It’s exactly why a huge smile broke out on his face once the doctor came back into the room with your lab results. His plans had worked— and you wanted nothing more than to get rid of his child growing within you.

The doctors and nurses congratulated you, assuring you that your pains were completely normal, it was simply your womb expanding. You hated every second of your parents cooing at you, as well as Seokjin’s. If you weren’t suffocated enough before, you felt as if there was no room to breathe any longer. Your life was being sucked out of you and you had no way to stop it.

Your parents had sent you a hard smack at the mention of an abortion. They swore and cussed and yelled their holy scripture at you, as if they were emitting a demon out of your body. As if you weren’t your own person, capable of making decisions. But you weren’t strong enough to fight your parents on it. Everyone knew. It was too late.

Five months later, your huge belly made your back ache terribly. Even more so when you walked down the church aisle, ready to meet Seokjin at the end of it. The white dress cascaded around your body, red carpet adorning your path. Five months and you hadn’t made peace with the thing growing within you. You felt like a terrible person as the mother’s from your birthing and parenting classes explained the happiness they felt as their tummy grew bigger. You felt nothing but disappointment as your stomach began to stretch and leave behind red marks of the being within you. You didn’t want to be those neglectful mothers who resented their children, but at the pace you were going, that was exactly how it would end up being.

The hospital had to induce your pregnancy. You were postterm, the kid within you refusing to come out on it’s set date, having gone two weeks after. You were sure the shock that would course throughout you at a natural water breaking pregnancy would help your nerves, but alas, nothing went your way.

You cursed and you yelled and you swore to Seokjin that you’d divorce him as soon as the baby was out. All of which went ignored by every official in the room as your husband held onto your hand. You squeezed the life out of him as a human bursted out of you. You waved your arm at the nurse as she carried your son to you, you were far too tired to carry such a chubby baby. After the proper procedure of being cleaned up, you had fallen asleep quickly.

Awakening to a sleeping Seokjin and a babbling baby, you get up from your bed, a strong ache in your uterus, but you ignored it the best you could. The boy laid beautifully in his crib, eyes still shut as he was freshly born. He was making small babbling noises, a laugh coming from you as you watched him, you hadn’t read of a newborn making much noise, making you believe you had a smart kid. Perhaps it was the hormones that were still crazy inside of you, but carrying him in your arms made you silently cry. Watching him, tears in your eyes, heart swelling with love you hadn’t known you had, you were certain you would love until the end of your time.

—

It was clear to everyone how badly Seokjin wanted to leave his life. His wife no longer put out, only carrying for their baby boy, he was always in a rut at work and he was certain he wanted no more kids. Jimin was more than enough work for him, not that he did much for the boy but provided a roof over his head.

You spent every waking hour with your favorite boy in the world, letting him dance his heart away as he had wanted since he watched Dirty Dancing by accident. You helped him with his homework, you took him to his play dates, you bought him everything he could ever want— and you taught him so unbelievably well. Every teacher conference was spent talking about how well behaved he was, how friendly he was with others, and how smart he was. He was your entire life, which is why you felt like losing it when he came home with a bloody nose.

“What the hell happened?” You rushed to your eight year old, tissues at hand as you delicately helped him. The streaks on his face told you he had sobbed, but he no longer was, rather, there was a smile on his face.

“Mom! Remember that boy who wouldn’t stop bullying me?!”

“Baby, did he do this to you? That’s it! His parents can not let such a brat run around and hurt people!” You were enraged, rushing off to your landline, ready to call Jungkook’s godforsaken parents.

“Momma, no!” Your boy chases after you, looking like a complete maniac with a bloodied face and a smile on his face. “It’s okay! It wasn’t him! He stood up for me today! He told the other bullies that I’m his best friend and they can’t mess with me again!”

You look down at your short human, worry etched into your face. He was sweet. Too sweet for this world, clearly, smiling even when he should be crying at an injury. It terrified you how much he would get teased and how he would take it, “they’re just having bad days.” He’d explain to you, defending the bad people in the world.

You sit the boy down on the kitchen island, his short legs swinging joyfully. You shakily grabbed a cloth, running warm water over it. There were many times where you went momzilla and screamed your lungs out at the idiots in his school, which landed your boy to not talk to you for days. Trying your best from embarrassing him or pushing him further from your hold, you wipe his face down, praying to any god out there that those boys would get what’s coming to them.

“You know,” you sigh, holding the boy's face to look at you. His chubby cheeks were puffed out at you as he watched you. “You're entitled to feeling angry or sad.”

“But what’s the point?” He asks curiously, eyes shining as they usually did. “Dad tells me things won’t get solved if I cry or yell, I have to be a man and deal with it.”

“Your dad was raised to believe in such preposterous things but you… I’m telling you right here, right now; You can be sad and angry with me. All those feelings that people think are ugly— feel them with me, okay?”

“Don’t you want to see me happy?”

“Of course, but these feelings… they’re part of life, okay? When you feel sad and hold it in for too long… you’ll only get more sad. It’ll overcome you and that messes with your happiness. I know it’s too much for you to understand right now but… you will one day, and until then, don’t hide any of your feelings, okay?”

The boy shakes his head, still confused at the different things his parents taught him. You frown softly at the clear confusion in him, but you place a small kiss on his forehead. “Go get cleaned up, you’ll do your homework with your new friend and play after, okay?” You put the boy onto the floor when he runs off, earning him a scolding but he pays no mind as he excitedly continues off.

Hours had passed since Jungkook’s promised arrival time, but he was nowhere to be seen. Jimin was upset over getting ditched, but like the good mother you were, you helped him with his homework in your spacious backyard and played one of his sea monster games with him; and as always, you were the monster tasked with chasing after him. The hours were filled with laughter as you made sure to dodge him purposefully, setting off more excitement out of the kid.

“Hello?” A soft voice stops you in your spot, a joyful look still sprawled on your face. Your eyes land on a small boy, smaller than Jimin. He was shy, his eyes refusing to meet with yours or Jimin’s.

“Jungkook! You’re here!” Jimin rushes to the boy, tiny arms grabbing his arms, “let’s play over here!”

You watched the boys play, a loving smile on your lips. There was never a day when Jimin ever made you feel angry.

—-

“Kim Jimin!” You yell out for your son. He was now sixteen and sporting the most atrocious of attitudes. It was the fifth time that week that he hadn’t turned in his homework, earning him an ‘I’ in his English class. You hadn’t even known that an ‘I’ existed, but there you were, about to scold your son for going as far as getting an incomplete.

“Chill out, lady.”

“Lady?” You scoff, both you and Jimin turning at the sound of your kitchen fridge opening.

“Just… pretend I’m not here.” Jungkook tells you two as he grabs himself a snack.

You sigh and turn back to Jimin. “Why haven’t you been turning in your assignments? Do you know what your grades are right now? All F’s and an ‘I’, Jimin, how do you manage to get that?”

“By not turning work in.” He shrugs, plopping down across Jungkook who now watched Jimin with wide eyes. He didn’t want to get caught between this, but it seemed like it was inevitable. “Plus, almost everyone in his class has that grade! He’s so unfair! He makes us do things we haven’t even gone over!”

“So you say something! Tell me, the principal! Don’t just stand there and not do anything!”

“What the fuck is the principal gonna do? She doesn’t care.”

“Yeah well, guess what? Saturday detention with her until you’re at least at a C minus.”

“Are you crazy? You can’t do that! That’s, like, child endangerment!”

“Yeah, well, watch me.” You couldn’t help the stubbornness within you at his own. The two of you were outstandingly petty, neither wanting to back down.

“Jungkook also has bad grades!”

“Well he’s not my kid, is he?!”

“You are such a b—”

“Finish that sentence and you’re… you’re… you’re out of dance!”

“God, you psycho! You know what?! It doesn’t even matter, I left on my own last month!” The boys stormed off, another one of his tantrums causing the entire house to shake on its hinges.

“Good! Cause you’re not going back!” You yell right back up the stairs, storming back into the kitchen and slamming the chair back in its place. The anger seething throughout you was too much to bear, tears springing out.

“I-I’m sorry.” Jungkook’s voice brings you out of your pity party. You turn to look up at your son’s best friend, wiping your tears away and sending him a small smile.

“It’s not your fault. He’s just… he hasn’t been the same since his father…” in a flash, Jungkook’s eyes turn angry at the mention of your husband.

“Is he moving out anytime soon?” He asks softly, as if he was worried he’d cross a line.

You turn away in shame, afraid to tell a living soul what your decision was. “Are you… are you staying with him…?” The tips of your fingers nervously tap against the kitchen island.

“I am.” You nod but quickly shove away the embarrassment in front of the sixteen year old boy. “But that doesn’t matter, okay?”

“It does though,” he sighs. “Is it for Jimin?”

“It’s for a stable home.” You grab yourself a bottle of water. “I’m sure you know… Jimin wasn’t entirely planned… I was in the middle of my senior year at college. I left and married. Who knew a prenup would matter if he’s the one who impregnated an intern— I shouldn’t be telling you this. Can you go up and check on him?”

The boy nods, grabbing his book bag and walking off, but not before asking you one last thing. “Are you really not gonna let him continue dancing?”

You chuckle and shake your head at the concerned best friend. “He thinks he was withdrawn but… his teacher was worried and his father’s still paying… so it’s just a matter of when he’s ready.”

——

“Baby!” You’re brought out of your trance, having previously been enjoying the summer sun on your soft skin. “Why are you home so early? I was going to pick you up!”

“I know, I know.” Jimin laughs, holding you close. “I had extra time to kill so Jungkook and I made it a road trip.”

“Where is that rascal?” You giggle, looking back to see your child’s best friend. His toned body was caught in the sun, locks beautifully cascading on top of his head. He was squinting, hands trying to cover the rays from blocking his view of you. There were tattoos deliciously drawn on his arms, standing out with the way his arms flexed.

“Jeon Jungkook.” You smile at the boy, making him drop the bags he was carrying.

“Mrs. Kim!” The boy floundered over to you, wrapping you up in a big hug.

“Look at you two,” you pull away from the strong boy’s arms and look at them both. “College is changing you!”

“Mom…” Jimin groans at your teary eyes. “We said no crying during visits…”

“I’m sorry!” You laugh as Jungkook wipes your fallen tears away. “It’s hard not to when my favorite men are so grown up already!”

“You sound old, mom.” Jimin whines as if he were still a kid, which you laugh off. You head back inside your home, Jimin by your side as he wraps an arm at your side, talking about his first year at his school. You could feel a strong and burning gaze on your back, your swimsuit revealing your well toned legs, but alas, you ignore it, deciding to put all of your attention on your favorite boy.

“By the way, are you staying over for a while?” You ask Jungkook as you prepare him and your son some lunch. Jimin had wanted to wash up, finally deciding that the stench he emitted during his trip needed to be washed away.

“Yeah, my parents are in Paris.”

“Lucky them.”

“Since campus is closing up, mind if I stay here for summer? They won’t be back for a while.”

“Sure, the guest room should be all set up right now. You know where the blankets are?”

“After years of fort building? Hell yeah.”

You laugh softly at the mention of his childhood years. He’d stay over at your house for days on end, his parents always off on trips. He always seemed so heartbroken when his parents upped and left, and your perceptive boy would try his best to make him happy. Pillow forts, camping in your backyard, trips to the mall— anything to make him feel better. He always seemed okay, but he’d crawl into your bed at night and sob his tiny heart out. You’d let him watch cartoons all morning and he’d be fine the next day for a brand new adventure.

“Why don’t you go out with Jimin tonight? I heard he’s meeting up with some high school friends.” You offer up to the boy.

“We didn’t really have the same friend group in high school…”

“But you’re still best friends, right? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

“Trying to get me out of the house?” He teases, but the way your cheeks flush answers his question. His jaw clenched in anger, knowing exactly what was going on in your dirty mind.

“I’m not! I promise! Just thought it’d be nice, you know?”

“I’ll go.” Jungkook nods, a small smile falling onto your face.

“I’m sure you’ll have a blast!”

—-

The first time Jungkook met Jimin, he knew he didn’t like him. Jimin was just so kind that it made him want to bully him. Which he did for a bit, but he got bored after a while— even going as far as inviting him for a play date during a bullying session. It irked him, but what could he do? Clearly bullying didn’t work for everyone.

The next time he saw Jimin, he was crying in his mother’s arms. He couldn’t see your face as you were facing away from him, but he could hear your soft and soothing voice. You whispered sweet and calming words to the hiccuping boy. His eyes trailed all around the boy’s figure for any sign of an injury but he was clean. Why were you crying if you weren’t in any pain? Jungkook thought as he watched the family moment.

“You know dad didn’t mean it, baby.” Your words caught his attention, bringing himself closer to the scene, the two of you too distracted to notice him. “He’s just… he’s stressed. He loves you so very much.”

“N-no he doesn’t!” He sobs harder in your arms, tears and snot falling down his face and onto your beautiful dark green shirt. “He… he said he di-di-didn’t want me! You don’t either!”

“That is not true, Jimin. I didn’t…. I didn’t have a life before you, bubba.” The way you held his face so gently had Jungkook reeling. His violent sobs made his head thrash around but you held onto him so carefully, so lovingly. “You are and will continue to be the only man in my life. Gosh, I can’t even explain how much I love you! Just like how you can’t explain how much you love to dance, remember when you told me that?”

The boy nods, sniffling harshly and tears still coming down. “That’s how much I love you! When you can’t find the words to explain it, so… wholeheartedly.”

“I don’t know what that means…” his sobs quieted down as you wiped his tears away.

You laugh at his words, leaving your boy smiling right behind. His eyes shone bright as you continued to assure him of how much you loved him. He watched the scene in front of him, curious. Curious as to what Jimin felt in the moment, what it felt like to be loved by those who brought you into the world. It seemed unattainable because in Jungkook’s eyes, no parent ever truly loved their kid, but for some reason unknown to him, he believed you. He could see from the tiny crouch you were sitting in and the way you comforted him back into laughter, you truly loved Jimin.

Mrs. Jeon used to believe in fate. She would tell her only son of the fateful night she met Jungkook’s father, who just happened to meet at a bus stop, then a grocery store, and finally at a tiny bar where they got the guts to speak to one another. She spoke of how madly in love they were. It was an epic romance, one that made Jungkook so unbelievably happy. That is until his father was arrested for fraud— which his mother bailed him out for. His family was never rich, only his mother’s family, which she left all behind for Mr. Jeon. They were never the same after that. You had heard your mother speaking to her best friend on the phone once, “I sold my soul back to my family. I can never forgive him for that. But it was Jungkook. I can’t raise him on my own.”

Not that they ever truly raised him, seeing as how both his parents began to work for hours on end for his grandparents' company. They were gone most of Jungkook's life, which Y/N knew of. He knew you felt pity for him, which was masked by concern mostly, but he lathered in it. Befriending Jimin had got to be the best decision he had ever made, not only did he make a best friend who listened to him and understood his twisted desires (or at least tried to nor did he judge), but he also got you. You watched over him like no other, took him shopping for school supplies, new clothes for the new school year, and kept him company when he’d be lonely at home.

It was a bit confusing to decipher his feelings for you at first— you were Jimin’s mother and you were practically raising him as well. Wouldn’t you sort of be a surrogate mother? That’s creepy, is it not? He was also only just sixteen, his hormones were messing with his head, so he tried to shake it off. That, of course, didn’t stop the way your beautiful tits bounced in his face as you rode him, or the way you slurped up every ounce of his cum in his dreams. He’d wake up with the biggest hard-on’s of his life, blood rushing to not only his dick, but his cheeks as you whistled in the kitchen of your home. The home you invited him into with open arms.

It dawned on him how much he truly loved you when he caught you in bed with another man. It didn’t even matter that you were technically cheating on Seokjin, he just hated seeing you with Mr. Min. Neither of you had noticed the boy as Yoongi drilled you from behind. You were moaning so loud, sure that neighbors could hear every single thing. He could still remember the sound of slapping as he came in his fist at the memories playing through his mind. The next day, Jungkook had left a note on his history teacher's desk— warning him to stay away from you or he’d never see the light of day. And he listened, only because he thought it was Mr. Kim, and it was far too much drama for him to deal with.

He would watch you in your bedroom since then, watching as you dressed, cried, talked on the phone with your sister, came undone by your own hand, checked your body out after a shower, danced naked in front of your mirror— and just about did anything that a person did in their own space. In fact, there wasn’t a day that Jungkook hadn’t felt as if he had used up all of his jizz limit for a lifetime, finding such pleasure in watching you. But he didn’t feel bad, not one bit. How could he when he felt so close to you? He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to touch you, so this was what he stuck with.

The thought of leaving you behind to go to college made him sick. He’d spent countless days bedridden, afraid to look at you for even a second. There were stacks upon stacks of accepted college letters sitting on his coffee table, but none of them were close to you. His best friend was worried of course, no one was able to get in touch with the teenager, and so Jimin sent his incredible mother to check on him.

And she did. She headed straight to Jungkook’s home, and when no one answered, she did the only thing she could do— she called Jimin over and made him help her sneak in. Jimin didn’t want his psycho mother to do such a thing, but in the end, he listened and helped her up into the window, shoving her in. The only reason Jungkook had known was because of how loud the pair were. You were cussing like no tomorrow and he was scolding you for every bad word that was uttered. It made him laugh, but he wiped it all away as you walked into his bedroom.

“Thank goodness.” You sigh, a weight of worry falling off your shoulders. “Are you okay? Why aren’t you answering? Are your parents home? I saw all of these.” You hold up the unopened college letters. “Why don’t we open them together?”

“They’re all acceptance letters.”

“Okay, you’re either way too cocky or… you’re manifesting acceptances. Which I guess both are fine.” You chuckle, walking closer to his bed. He suddenly felt self-conscious as you trip over some of his dirty laundry. You had never been in his room before, which was because you felt far too uncomfortable doing so, in the end, you weren’t really his mother— just another middle aged woman. He knew you weren’t sick like that but she couldn’t risk anything with the people in town. “Look… I get how terrifying it is opening these… It feels like a great part of your future lies within a few words. In some ways, it does but you can’t let a rejection stop you.”

He watches you as you take a seat on the edge of his bed. He knew he looked a mess, he’d been crying for days, ignoring his hygiene all the while. He just couldn’t find the will to care as he imagined all that he could do to you in the comfort of his bedroom. “It’s not that,” he clears his throat, hoping to get rid of such nasty thoughts for a while. “I just… I know I don’t have a family. I know that. But I… I can’t help but feel like I’m leaving something behind…”

“Okay, first of all. You do have a family. I’m sorry it’s not the one that should cherish you first and foremost, but you do. And I don’t know if that’s the right thing to say, because I don’t want to dismiss your problems, but I know this feeling. It’s the “college is too far from everything I know and love” feeling. And it’s terrifying, without a doubt. But you know what helped me feel so much better?” She asked him, and she took the way he hung onto every word that she could comingue. “Knowing that there was a home to come back to. And Jungkook, you do have a home to come back to. With me and Jimin. The Kim household loves having a Jeon, don’t you forget that.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile like a dork. He just loved you so much and although it was such motherly type of advice, the same type she had given her own son, he couldn’t help but want to kiss her.

“What school did Jimin get into?”

“Seoul University. Why?”

“Just…” he trails off softly, looking back down at all the letters in your hand. Spotting Seoul’s letter, he grabs it quickly and stares down at it. He sits silent for a while, staring at the letter, as if glaring it down will assure that he’d be accepted.

“It’s okay… you can open now, later today, or never. Whenever you want to.”

“I… I’m ready now.”

“Okay then, let’s go ahead and open it.” And all of his prayers were answered as he read those soothing words. There was no way he’d ever let go of Jimin now— not when all he’d have to do is come back home whenever he did and you two would be reunited.

Which left him in your home now. Nineteen years old, heading into his second year of college after summer break. He was laying in the guest bed, strong winds outside, which was reoccurring weather in your town during its hot days.

He had told you he’d go out with Jimin, but he backed out at the last second, not feeling up to getting drunk with his stuck-up friends. You weren’t home, having gone out for drinks with your husband, supposedly, which he knew wasn’t the truth. The two of you were only binded by law, nothing more, nothing less. It was irritating the way the man strolled around as if he didn't have a care in the world, all while he had a different family across the world— which he paid off to leave. Nonetheless, it was good that he was home often, because no matter how much Jimin swore he hated his father, he always wanted a relationship with him— and weirdly enough, Seokjin was fighting to build a bond with him.

“Shh! You can’t… you can’t make too much noise, okay?!” Jungkook sat up at the sound of your voice, you were clearly drunk out of your mind with your supposed whispering.

“I thought you said no one was home!” A man’s voice is heard followed by his giggles.

“There isn’t! But still… shh!” You laugh along with him.

Jungkook was quick to get up out of bed, getting closer to the bedroom door, hoping to hear all.

“Think Seokjin is hating his life right now?” The guy asks in laughter.

“God! I can’t believe he thinks I’m gonna sleep with you! You’re like… the gayest person I know.” The two of them fall into an even bigger fit of laughter, as if it was the funniest conversation you two had ever had.

“I told you this chasing thing would be fun!”

“He’s never paid this much attention to me. It’s crazy.”

“But hey, at least he’s trying, right?” The man slurs out. Jungkook listens intently at the mention of your “husband.” His chest tightened with the topic at hand, fearing what you were speaking off. “I mean… he’s not the worst looking. And his dick? Huge!”

“Hoseok! He had a kid with another woman! He poked holes in my condoms! I don’t think his big dick is gonna change anything.”

“Right,” the man scoffs. “Did that just, I don’t know, leave your mind yesterday?”

You sigh, a small giggle coming after. “He does know how to fuck me. But who cares? A lot of men know how to fuck! Doesn’t mean I should get back with one who betrayed my trust time and time again!”

“Look, I’m not saying he’s a saint. Or forget his past mistakes, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this devoted. I mean, look at him and Jimin!”

“I know…” you sigh for the umpteenth time. “He’s just… there’s just… it’s too much history. And I am thinking about Jimin. Do you know how long he’s wanted his parents together? It’s the kid's lifelong dream… but if he reverts back to his old ways? It’ll just be Jimin getting hurt.”

“He’s not eight anymore, he’s nineteen. He’s in college, partying and studying it up. Believe it or not, he’s creating a whole world, one that won’t revolve around you— hell, some of it won’t even involve you. You have to think of yourself now.”

“Why do we get so philosophical after a few shots?” Jungkook pulls away from the door as he hears you and your friend walking into your bedroom.

“I don’t know. Hey, I know I’m into men but you look so good right now.”

“Gasp, do you wanna fuck?” The distant chortles of laughter only brings Jungkook back to reality. How could you? Thinking of getting back with the man who only caused you so much pain… It was ridiculous. How could you go for such an old man like Seokjin when you could have anyone you’ve ever wanted? And hooking up with him? You could do so much better! Could the old man even fuck? It was insane how hard he got at the thought of trying out so many new things with you. But it was enough wishful thinking— he needed to do something now. He couldn’t let you fall back into Seokjin’s trap.

—

You awoke that Sunday morning with a pounding headache. You were clad in last night’s clothing, smeared mascara beneath your eyes. You felt silly. You weren’t a college student anymore. For god's sake, you were 43 years old and acting like there weren’t any consequences to your actions.

The scent of food caught your attention in the middle of showering, sweet music being heard. You rushed the rest of your routine, rushing to see what was happening in your beloved kitchen. Wrapping a simple towel around your body, you rush out, water dripping off your hair and onto your body.

There stood Seokjin, apron around his body as he whistled to the tune of his favorite song. “What’s going on here?” The man turns around to face you and the sound of your face. Your eyebrow was raised in curiosity, amusement coursing throughout you at the sight. “Our son also got home drunk last night, so I’m making the greasiest breakfast.”

“How’d he even manage that?” You grab the cup of coffee that Seokjin handed you. You take a sip of the warm drink, feeling euphoric as you lathered in its comfort.

“Don’t know. Probably has a friend with an ID.”

“Should we, like, get him in trouble?” You ask the man, the two of you looking at each other in confusion. The man shrugs, and you respond with one as well.

“Do you think he’ll listen to us?”

“Probably not.”

“Then… a light scolding?” He suggests.

“I should probably do it…” the room tenses for a second at the mention. It was no secret that Jimin continuously pushed his father away. Why wouldn’t he? He spent his entire life avoiding his father, and now he just wanted an in? It was only a healthy response with his trauma.

“That’s fine. I’ll reap what I sowed.” You almost felt bad as he turned right back around. And as angry as your past self would be, you now were thinking of forgiving him. It made you feel like an idiot, he wasn’t ever a good man before. Why would it be different now? His sudden change caught you off-guard, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the attention.

“Hey,” you walk towards the man, grabbing his wrist and making him turn to you. “He’ll come around, okay? Jimin… he’s… he’s kind. Keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll get in. It’s going to be a long and hard process but I can see how hard you’re working… just don’t stop.”

The two of you stand there as he soaks up your advice. He nods softly, accepting every word you spoke. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“The other night… we… I hadn’t felt that way in such a long time.”

Now was your time. You could either shut it down, or accept it. Would you be a fool? Yes, you would. But how could you say no? He’s what you know. Nineteen years together, even if it wasn’t romantic nor healthy at all times, it was scary having to start all over again. And you were selfish, you didn’t want to start all over again.

“Me… uhm… me either. You… I missed you.”

The smile that washed over his features made you smile. It couldn’t be the worst decision, right?

“Can I… can I kiss you?” The way he stutters nervously makes you laugh, nodding your head, he dips forward, capturing your lips with his. A kiss is shared between the two of you after fifteen years, not counting the drunken one from two nights ago. You were unsure as to how you felt as you pulled away, his forehead leaned against yours, as he sighed in happiness.

You spent the rest of the day with Jimin and Jungkook, enjoying their days back at home. It felt good to have them home, making you reminisce to the days you made them snacks and took them to the park. Jimin was being his usual self, trying his best to ignore your coos and hand holding. Jungkook, on the other hand, was being clingier than usual. You had gotten used to him as he grew up, and you always played it off as major mommy and daddy issues, which you didn’t mind. You felt bad for the kid and wanted to give him the best childhood possible.

Something felt… different though. He hugged you a bit too close, his hands always dangerously low, he fed you his food in such an intense manner— even going as far as shoving a man and telling him you were on a date in the next town over. You had scolded him and assured him you could take care of yourself, which he pouted at, in return making you feel bad and buying him a few shirts. Jimin was oblivious to it all as he let his mom spoil him, most of his attention on the clothes he yearned for throughout the school year.

“Be back home by midnight! We’ve got to head to grandma’s tomorrow!” You call out after Jimin and Seokjin. The two were heading out for dinner, where Seokjin would drop him off at a friend’s. You were certain Namjoon wasn’t just a friend, having spotted the hickies on his neck just yesterday, which you ignored. How were you supposed to ask your boy if the bruises on his neck meant he was dating? It scared you honestly, he was still a baby in your eyes.

You were ready to lounge around at home, Netflix ready with a couple of snacks. You felt like such a mother as you downed cups of red wine, which to be fair, you were. You just weren’t feeling the best. You were no longer the young thirty-year old cool mother, rather you were the 40 something year old mom whose kid was embarrassed to be around. And being viewed as an old person made you feel… gross. You had spoken to your mother about it but she shrugged you off, “you’re overreacting.” she had told you, in which you replied, “Yeah, probably.”

The sound of grunts brings you out your thoughts. The confusion swarming your mind doubled as you looked towards Jungkook’s room. You had almost forgotten that the young boy was home, too enthralled on your night off. Either way, you were unsure as to what was happening, but you were scared. He had been prone to panic attacks and his labored breathing sounded as if he could be falling into one. Putting your cup down, you tie the silk robe around your body, walking towards his room. The grunts and hard breathing were a lot louder as you got closer and closer.

“Jungkook?” You call out, gently knocking on his door. It was to no avail, as he continued to make his noises. You softly turn the doorknob, pushing the door open a tiny bit. It all sounded a lot louder and you were stuck in your spot at the sight ahead of you.

The sweet and innocent boy you once knew was no longer, not as he laid in his bed, dick in his hand as he moved his wrist up and down. He was throbbing, the tip a dark red, yearning for release. His pants were so loud, whiny moans filling your ears. It looked almost comical, he was such a big guy, one who you wouldn’t believe could make such noises. You wanted to apologize for disrupting such an intimate moment, but you didn’t want to reveal yourself, ready to leave.

“Y-Y/N.” The way he moaned your name made you believe he knew you were there, and while he did, that wasn’t why he spoke your name. His mind was filled with thoughts of you, yearning to hear you moan on his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. You drive me crazy.” Your cheeks were flushed red at the sound of his frantic speech, but you quickly shut the door, taking a few steps back.

You were completely shocked. It had never dawned on you how he pined after you, sure he once told you he’d marry you— but he was ten years old. Ten year olds say ridiculous things. You’re. sure he asked you if a worm pees that day as well. You sprinted to your room, hoping to wash the last few minutes away. You wanted your innocent Jungkook back. You hid under your blankets, trying to think of anything but the boy pleasuring himself to the thought of you.

You awoke in a flush, your dream plaguing your mind. Your panties felt wet, breath labored. The silk robe stuck to your skin, having forgotten to take it off before falling asleep. You felt shame washing over you in a wave of heat at the wet dream you had just had. The feeling of Jungkook’s tongue all over your body was enough to get you soaking, which was completely insane. No one had ever made you feel so dirty.

“Is it really that crazy?” You jump at the sudden voice. You felt your heart beating out of your chest as you turned to look at Jungkook who was sitting on the empty chair in your room. He was clad in a white tee, grey sweats wrapping around his luscious thighs. “You’ve never once thought of this? Of fucking me? Letting me eat your sweet pussy?”

“J-jungkook… what are you… stop this.”

“Cause I have. God, I’ve wanted to taste you for so long. I want you to come on my tongue. My dick. My face. I want to take you everywhere we go. Everything you do is so fucking hot.”

“I won’t tell anyone about this, okay? Just go to bed.” And you didn’t want any of it. You wanted to go back to bed, wait for Seokjin to jump into bed with you.

“Hearing you moan my name… god, I just about came in my pants. Can you believe that? You’re making me act like the horny sixteen year old that came at the sight of you bending over.”

“You’re insane.”

“Who cares, love?” He stood across from you, hand traveling to the back of your neck. His eyes were dark, traveling all around your figure. Your palm felt sweaty at the close proximity. The strong grip of your hair made you groan, the pain throbbing throughout your head, but it felt so good. “I want to make you feel good. Can I do that?”

“Jungkook… no, we can’t do this.”

“Yes we fucking can.” The way he roughly placed his hand over your wet shorts had you reeling. The moan that you released only made his pants tighten more around him. “Tell me you want me.”

“Jungkook, n-no.”

“Say you fucking want me.” The way he rubbed the palm of his hand around you made you want to rub up on him even more. “I-I know this feels sudden… but I-I want you so bad… and I know you want me too.”

“Jin’s al-almost home.”

“I want him to hear us. I want him to hear how fucking wet you are for me.” The boy shoves you back onto the bed, pulling your panties off harshly. There was no time to lather in the beauty of your purple underwear, not when his fingers were quick to dip into your folds. And he was right, you were sopping wet, his fingers dripping as he rubbed for a second and pulled away. The throaty whine you let out was enough to answer Jungkook— you wanted him just as he wanted you.

“M-Mrs. Kim…” he whines as he watches you writhe beneath him in pleasure. His fingers were going at a much quicker pace against your clit, every single sensation making your toes curl. It had been a long time since someone had fucked you real good, albeit you did sleep with Seokjin not too long ago, but as big as he was, he had lost his touch. He was no longer the man who could go hours on hours making you cum again and again— he didn’t have the stamina for it. Jungkook on the other hand, he seemed nervous and clumsy, but he hit every spot deliciously.

“Do you know how hot it is… your pussy is just tight enough for me.” Jungkook growls into your neck as he continues caressing you. “It almost makes me nervous. You-you’re so experienced.”

“‘M… doesn't matter.” You gasp between his kisses. “Make me feel good, baby.” It was his final straw— the same name you called Jimin, was being used on him. Just as it happened in his dreams of you, it felt unreal.

He was quick to flip you over, sitting you on top of his hot body. The blush tinting his face made him all the more cuter, something you hadn’t known you were into. You felt so powerful on top of him, his strong form feeling so weak beneath you.

“I-I want you to fuck yourself on me.” The nervousness to his tone overpowers the confidence he wanted to show you. His stutter made you laugh, a pout forming on his face.

“Jungkook…”

“Don’t call me that.” The grip he held on your wrists frightened you, but you shrugged it off, your arousal trumping all.

“Baby…” you groan as he softly humps himself on you. You were sitting directly on his clothes member, the friction against you overwhelming your senses. “Are you… are you a virgin?”

The whine he let out was delectable. “I-I’ve been waiting for you.” Your face went flush at his revelation, but you felt so good. How could such a beautiful boy be so attracted to you? You had taken notice of what the passing years were doing to your body, your boobs were a lot less round as they used to be, and the hair you liked to wax into a Brazilian, was growing those familiar grey hairs. You hadn’t felt sexy in a long time— but watching the boy slowly go crazy over your body, it made you want to keep going, no matter how fucked up it was.

“You’re such a good boy.” You coo at the boy, in turn having his ears turn red at the praise. “Do you want m-mommy to make you feel good?”

“Yes, please. God, please make me feel good, mommy.” He was on the verge of tears at how hard he was. He was throbbing beneath you, pulsating at your every move. “I want to feel you. Please, please…” he pleads. “R-ride me…”

“Okay, baby, let me grab a—”

“No, no condom… I want to feel you. Can you do that for me?” The way his chest rose up and down made you feel even more weak for him.

“Okay, anything for you… to make your first time special…” you nod, lifting your night dress over your body, tossing it off to the side. The way he watched your tits, with so much want, as if you were the most beautiful person he’s ever laid his eyes upon— it riled you up. “I don’t think you can hold out my mouth, so I want you to cum in me, and I want you to enjoy yourself— don’t hold back.”

“I-I won’t.” He stutters out. And just like that, you lay him back down against your fresh duvets, clambering over him. Your slick traveled down onto his cock at the smallest of touch, leaving him dripping wet alongside you. The lengthy moan he released as you sat yourself on him, makes you clench. He was sputtering out random words, mind enthralled on your warm pussy. He slid in easily, and you wondered if it was a turn-off for him— how wet and easy it was to do so, but the way he shook beneath you answered your question. He didn’t care that you felt used up, he didn’t care that you were far older and had gotten around for quite some time. He just wanted you. And that’s what pushed you to move your body on him.

It made you feel so good seeing him whine and moan beneath you. To know that you were the first person to corrupt his mind, making him filthy with you. Your arms were placed up against his chest as you rode yourself on his cock, both of you making the loudest of noises at every move. You didn’t expect much from his first time, which is why he came inside of you five minutes later— but you continued to ride him. The overstimulation was almost too much for him, begging you to keep going but stop all at once. It was gratifying.

“I-I…” he lets out a lengthy groan. And with a couple of more soothing movements, you pull off of him. You had no release, but seeing him pant and dazed off at fucking you was enough pleasure.

You laid beside him, hand on his moving chest. A layer of thin sweat coated your hairline, your mind felt empty yet so full all at once. The boy you watched grow up had just cum inside of you. It was wrong. Completely wrong for you to love corrupting him.

His muscle filled arm is draped over your body as he drags you closer to him. His nose nudged into your neck, breathing in your smell as deeply as he could. “You smell like me.” He continues to rustle about with you, talking about his school life. At some point throughout the hour though, it dawned on you just how screwed you really were.

—

The past four weeks were stressful— you spent most of your waking hours away from your home. At the gym, at Hoseok’s home, or at the bar you frequented. Any second in which you had to spend time with Jungkook was quickly evaded, an excuse about your busy mother life being used. You couldn’t look him in the eyes— it felt as if you had taken advantage of him. But you were four glasses of wine in and he looked so good, and he thought you did too with the way he ate you out the next morning— which was done in the kitchen of your home as Jimin showered. It made you feel sick now, acting like a hormonal teenager with one, which he technically was. He's a nineteen year old college student, how could you? You watched him grow up. How could you ever face his parents? Your son? Your husband?

“Mom, let’s do something today.” Jimin sighs as he drops himself onto your bed. The sheets you had damaged were long gone, having bought new ones the next day.

“What do you want to do?”

“Hmm… I don’t know.” He lays his head onto your lap. “Are you feeling good enough to go to my favorite seafood place?”

You shake your head, feeling the bile at just the thought of seafood. “Maybe a park? Have one of those picnics you used to love.”

“With the red velvet cake?” He asks with a hopeful look as you sift through his soft hair with your gentle hands.

“Are you kidding? It’s not a picnic without it!”

“I’ll grab the sunscreen, basket, and blankets!”

“I’ll grab the money!” You laugh as your son jumps around, excited to spend time with you. Although you often found yourself frowning at the way he tried to “act manly” and ignore you, it was nice times like this that made you so grateful for him. His rebellious phase was long gone and now was a sweet hard working boy who thanked his mother for where he was now. It made you tear up as you remembered his class president graduation speech. He spoke of the hard times he went through at the start of his high school career and how you hadn’t thought for a second to give up on him— and he mentioned his best friend. The only other person in his life who understood him, who stood by his side and told him when he was being the worst person he could be. Thinking of it made you sad, Jimin would be so utterly hurt if he found out what you did with his other half.

“Should we grab this, too?” He points at the huge rotisserie chicken spinning on the heated display.

“Think we can finish it?”

“Hell yeah! I’m a growing man, mother, I can do it.”

“Okay, big boy.” You laugh him off, continuing down the aisle of food. You continued to skim around the shelves, in search of the sweetest snack you could find. There were no more cinnamon balls that you munched on during your pregnancy, which is what you had been craving for a good while. You cursed out the person who discontinued such a yummy snack as you grabbed a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal. It was the closest you would come to.

Walking out of the breakfast and baked goods aisle, you were met with the fresh meat department. The red and bloody sight made your stomach churn with disgust. The smell seemed to hit you a lot harder than usual, clearing your throat in hopes of ignoring the way you wanted to upchuck. But getting the smell of the cut up fish on display was the final straw, your mouth blowing up as your bile made its way up. Ignoring your cart full of snacks, you rush to the bathroom, pushing a young girl out of the way to get into her stall. You gagged as it came out of you, the girl ignoring her anger and turning worried at your sick self. You continued to throw out the contents of your previous meal, an ache growing in your stomach.

“A-are you okay?” The unknown girl asks as she helps you by holding your hair out of your face. You could tell how grossed out she was, but she mustered up the courage to help, making you feel grateful as she put your clean hair down afterwards.

“Is there anything I can do for you? Bring you some medicine?” You shake your head, hands shaky at the suddenness of the moment.

“I’ll be fine. Just… been feeling queasy for a while.” That’s when you take notice of her pretty belly. It was beautifully round with a kid inside of it, making her frame look tinier. It always left you in awe at how pretty those pregnant bellies looked.

It wasn’t until the strong ache in your stomach hit once more that you realized it all. The pains you had been getting were so familiar. The pain filled moments felt like the ones Jimin put you through as he stretched out your womb, your sudden cravings for the sweetest snacks you could find, and the nauseating feeling at the smell or thought of seafood. It was all you had felt whilst pregnant with your boy.

“Actually…” you look up at the young woman. “Could you buy me a, uhm… a pregnancy test? I’ll pay you back. I just… I can’t go out there.”

“Of… of course!” The woman storms out of the restroom as if she weren’t carrying a human inside of her. It almost made you feel jealous as to how much energy she seemed to have— you could barely handle walking up a flight of stairs when you were that big.

You sat in the women's restroom, nervous as you awaited her. You couldn’t be pregnant— you’re forty-three years old! You were either the most fertile woman on the planet or you were overthinking. You hoped it was the latter.

The girl wasn’t hasty with it, quickly handing you the test. She waited alongside you, talking to you about the most random of things, having sensed the stress you were feeling. Your leg bounced up and down repeatedly as the test faced down the sink. You glared at the stick, wishing for a negative. A negative would solve your issues, you’d be safe. You’d tie your tubes as quickly as you could when it came back negative.

The two lines staring back at you knocked the air out of your lungs. You were quick about the abortion plan, but the thought of it made you sad. You hadn’t wanted to abort the first with all your might, but as you laid your eyes on him for the first time, you were so unbelievably happy with your decision. What if it was the same with this kid? The only other problem was, who’s kid is it? Seokjin or Jungkook?

—-

You had decided that the answer didn’t matter. You slept with Seokjin once again, in hopes of letting him believe he was the father. Which again, you weren’t sure of. Jungkook and Jimin left back for school, making you tear up at the sight of your boy leaving once more. Jungkook had tried time and time again to talk to you, but you kept it short and curt. You could tell how hurt he was by your change of heart, but you needed to put up boundaries.

You had made your appointments just fine, Seokjin going to every single one to hold your hand. He swore it was a sign that you two were meant to be, what with the ages you were both at. And maybe it was. You saw the change within him, and although you raised Jimin on your own, you knew he’d step up for the second. You didn’t have a hard life ahead of you. Even Jimin was excited, despite being a bit worried at first.

It was certain that Jungkook knew, but you continued to stick by the fact that the baby you were carrying was Seokjin’s. And when she was first born, you couldn’t tell. Seokjin was too in love with his daughter to notice anything off about her. It wasn’t until her skin began to build stronger, and her eyes were brightened that the looks began to kick in. She didn’t share any features with Seokjin. Not that anyone cared nor noticed, but it was all too weird for you as you stared down at your daughter and saw no one else but Jungkook in her.

It wasn’t until you got back home from a doctor's appointment that you felt more scared than ever before. Jimin was sleeping on the couch of his home, all while you could hear the familiar sounds of your giggling girl. You thought nothing of it until a familiar voice made you rush into the kitchen. And there stood Jeon Jungkook, holding your daughter, making her laugh and caressing her soft features. Standing so near her only brought their shared features out a lot more— the two were practically twins.

“She’s beautiful.” Jungkook speaks, making you jump in your spot at his soothing voice. Not once did he take his eyes off of the tiny girl, smiling lovingly at her. “Looks nothing like your husband.”

⇢˚⋆ ✎ ˎˊ- "BULLY" ┆彡 Bullied!jk x Bully reader [One Shot]

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Plot: ‘Miss Sunshine’ The prestigious title awarded to the kindest student at school. The prize? A scholarship for the college of choice. You got your eyes on the title but there’s just one problem. You’re informed that you’re disqualified and only can join, under one condition, apologize to the kid you bully and leave him alone, but Jungkook is not willing to let you go.

Warnings: Degradation kink, humiliation kink, sexual themes but no smut, bullying, murder, JK jerking off, violence

Admin note: 5K+ almost 6K words, I’m deceased, my fingers- I tried out something new, I hope you guys like it 🥰

You relished in the glares filled with jealousy.

The turned heads, the whispers.

Those bitches better be jealous, you didn’t stand in line sweating your ass off for three hours for nothing.

Your fingers wrapped around the ‘Super Deluxe Pink Grand Luxurious Unicorn Limited Edition’ Cup by your favorite beauty vlogger, in collaboration with Starbucks.

As soon as the older woman announced this limited-edition beverage, you were sold - you had to get your hands on this thing, no matter what.

And you did, along with 999 other lucky fans.

That’s right, in this case, limited edition really did mean limited edition. The vlogger only released 1000 and that’s why you slept in your car on the parking lot of Starbucks last night.

The cold and the constant feeling of being watched were worth it.

You took a sip out of the half-empty cup and turned the corner, skipping in excitement as you were eager to show your best friend, Emily.

But you were abruptly stopped as you crashed into something, someone.

The impact stunned you and the grip on your cup weakened, causing it to fall to the ground and bursting into pieces at the impact of falling onto the tiles.

“My Super Deluxe Pink Grand Luxurious Unicorn Limited Edition Cup!” You gasped as you held your hands on your cheeks as your lips formed into a shocked ‘o’ shape. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from the shattered pieces that once used to be your ceramic cup.

“What... what have you done?” You forced your eyes away from the catastrophe and set your eyes on the person responsible for the murder of the cute unicorn cup.

“I’m sorry, I-“ Jungkook, your classmate, stammered as he looked down at the broken item.

“You’re sorry? Sorry won’t get me a new cup!” You snapped as you pointed at the floor.

“I can get you a new one, or give you money to-“

“Are you an idiot? You don’t know what you just broke, it was the Super Deluxe Pink Grand Luxurious Unicorn Limited Edition Cup! I can’t get a new one even if I’d want to! They’re sold out? You hear me? Sold. Out.” You stomped your feet on the ground as you waved your arms around.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N, I-“

“What's going on here?” You flinched at the principal’s loud voice as he stepped in between the two of you.

“Sir, he-“ You huffed.

“Enough, detention, the both of you.”

“What? But I didn’t even do anything! This isn’t fair!” You disagreed. “Jungkook, he-“

“You’re causing a huge scene and disrupting the peace in this school, miss Y/N, and so are you, mr Jungkook. To my office, now!”

Jungkook looked at the principal and then back at you before he adjusted his backpack and then walked towards what you assumed, the principal’s office.

There was no use arguing with this man who was set on punishing you, so you walked along, dragging your feet as you did.

The door to the principal’s office was open and when you entered you already saw that Jungkook was sitting on one of the empty chairs.

“This is all your fault.” You grabbed the chair next to him and moved it to the other side of the room before sitting down, crossing your arms. “I hate you so much!” You complained, keeping an eye on the doorway, you wouldn’t want to get into more trouble.

“I won’t forget this day, you hear me, Jeon Jungkook? You will pay for this!”

-

From that day on, you showed Jungkook hell.

It has been two years since that unfortunate and very traumatizing event.

But the seasons' change and so do you.

The day has come for the ruthless bullying to end.

This was easier said than done because as soon as Jungkook entered the classroom, you felt this huge amount of rage soar through your body. It was as if your body got used to wanting to torment him.

Your friend, Emily, snickered as she leaned in closer to you and whispered. “Guess he did cut his hair after all.”

Jungkook sat down at the desk in front of you. Emily was referring to yesterday’s English class where you plastered gum in his wavy locks, which was now replaced by a short cut.

In your opinion it was hilarious - when it was Jungkook’s turn to read a paragraph out of the workbook for the class, you leaned in and pressed the gum against the back of his head. To make sure that it would stick and be impossible to get out, you massaged the gum deep into his dark locks. Of course, you took advantage of the situation and dragged your nails across his scalp.

Oh, how grossed out he must’ve been! You weren’t able to see the way his face scrunched in disgust however you were able to hear how his voice wavered.

The short breaths in between the words caused some to turn their heads and look at him, and the slight stutter made it challenging for him to reach the finishing line of the last paragraph.

He probably was going to cry, oh, how pathetic! A smirk tugged on your lips as you took in the length difference. He had to cut off a pretty big chunk.

Serves him right.

Whoa. Stop.

Wait, no. That belonged to the old you, you won’t be doing those things anymore.

“Hey, stupid.” You paused. This proved to be more difficult than you thought. “I mean, Jungkook. Listen-“

He turned around to look at you.

“Yes...? Do you need me to write you an essay again?” Despite how tempting it was to take his offer, you knew that Jungkook’s doing-your-homework-benefit would have to end too.

“No, no. I want to speak to you, privately.” A part of you couldn’t believe that this was really going to happen.

“Oh?”

“Meet me in the library, at lunch break. It would feel like coming home, I bet a nerd like you spends a lot of time in there.” No, you were not supposed to do that anymore. “I mean, ugh, whatever, meet me there.”

“No talking!” The teacher called out to both of you. “I’ll be there.” He whispered as he adjusted himself in the chair and looked at the whiteboard.

You slumped back into your chair as you tried your best to pay attention to the rest of the class but your mind was too preoccupied to hear what was being said.

-

“Listen, I’m going to stop bullying you.” You started.

“You’re going to do what?” Jungkook blinked.

“Hello? Are you not listening? I’m quitting, stopping, halting, exiting, it’s done, finito.” Your hand rested on your hip as you tapped your foot on the floor.

“B-but!”

“Look, I’m not going to say sorry cause trust me, you deserved all of that, nor will I stop hating you. I’m only doing it because I want to win the title of Miss Sunshine.” You clarified as you glanced at your nails. God, you desperately needed to book an appointment for a manicure.

“That’s... that’s just a meaningless title that doesn’t hold any weight outside of this high school or in your adult life!” Jungkook stepped closer to you as his gaze fixated on your eyes.

“Are you serious? I want the scholarship, how much do you think college costs? Wouldn't a nerd like you know?”

“I... I can give you money-“ Jungkook frowned as he rubbed his arm. “J-just tell me how much!”

You tried to comprehend what Jungkook said but you failed to understand his words.

“Are you kidding me? With your lousy job? It would take a century to save up enough money for- wait, I wouldn’t even want your money even if you begged. Why would I want your disgusting money? Nevermind. I don’t want you to answer that.” Jungkook wasn’t going to get you all worked up. You won’t allow him that power over you anymore.

“Listen, Junk-kook. This ends, today. Understood? I won’t be nice to you or anything, I will simply ignore you and tolerate having you in the same space.” You pulled your house keys out of your pocket as you stepped away from the conversation. “Bye.”

“N-no!” He dropped to the floor and scooted over closer to you before wrapping his arms around your legs. “Please, don’t leave me!” His head rested against your thighs as he pleaded with you. “Don’t do this to me.”

“Stop it, what is wrong with you?!” You tried to move your legs but Jungkook clung onto you like a koala stuck onto a tree. There was no movement as you attempted to walk away. “I said stop!” For a nerd, he had an impressive grip.

“I won’t stop until you take all of that back, all of it.” He shook his head furiously.

“Stop causing a scene and let me go!”

“No!”

You had enough of his bullshit. If you keep accepting this behavior you would simply show Jungkook that he could walk all over you.

“Hey, listen, you little bitch.” You whispered as you looked down and met his frightened eyes. “Let. Me. Go.” Your fingers brushed across his hair before you grabbed a handful and pulled his head back.

Jungkook grunted with closed eyes as he felt you pull onto his hair. “I said, let me go, is that clear? You pathetic worthless son of a bitch.” You kept your voice down to avoid others from hearing the vile words you muttered to the younger student.

Finally, Jungkook let go and you stepped away. “What was that even for? Ew.” You rubbed your thighs. “I will have to shower as soon as I get home now, gross.” Jungkook didn’t say anything as he sat there, staring at you.

“Don’t ever touch me again, talk to me, hell, even look at me!” With that, you marched off.

-

You thought Jungkook got the message loud and clear, but as you were watching your favorite TV Series, you received a series of text messages.

[Unknown] Please y/n

[Unknown] Are you really doing this?

[Unknown] Please don’t let a silly contest get in between what we have

[Unknown] I’ll do anything (;﹏;)

[Unknown] I’m begging you.

[Me] wtf

[Me] Who is this???

[Unknown] It’s me Jungkook

[Me] How did you get my number????

[Junkkook] That doesn’t matter please hear me out

{ 1 missed call from Junkkook }

{ 2 missed calls from Junkkook }

[Me] Stop calling me you freak

[Junkkook] Y/N fucking listen to me you stuck up bitch

Junkkook has removed this message.

[Junkkook] Please reconsider this please (╥_╥)

[Me] LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY

This guy had nerves. Not only did he bother you on a Friday night, but he also had the audacity to claim you two had something.

Nonetheless, don’t let anyone ruin your Friday night. You blocked his number and tossed your phone next to you on the bed before you wrapped the sheets around you and continued watching your series, forgetting about the weird kid from your class.

But Jungkook didn’t stop.

You planted another sticker on the inside of your locker. It was the bias of your favorite boy group, Stray Kids.

Technically the school didn’t allow the students to decorate their lockers, but hey, those grey lockers needed some personality and a grey boring locker totally didn’t represent you as a person. You looked at the neatly put-together aesthetic of your locker before gripping onto the door and closing it.

You squealed when the door revealed Jungkook standing behind it. “Oh my god, I thought I was going to die of a heart attack.” You put your hand against your chest as you took in deep breaths.

“Y/N...” Jungkook sobbed, rubbing his puffy red eyes with his arm as he took shaky breaths.

“What.. why are you crying? Not that I care but why?” Besides, why did Jungkook come to you to cry his stupid eyes out?

“I.. I miss you, I miss what we had, please, I-“

“Oh my god. Not this again.” You looked at the locker as you locked it with a key.

“I told you it’s over! Wait- we never had ‘anything’ going on between us, don’t flatter yourself.” What a waste of time he is.

“Y/N!” He whined. “I’ll do anything, please!” He moved closer and in turn you took a few steps back.

“Oh shut up! I’m sick of hearing your voice.” You had enough of this conversation and you started to walk away from Jungkook.

“Y/N!” Jungkook called from behind you and a sudden tug pulled you back, causing you to drop your books out of your hands. They fell on the floor, one by one as you grabbed onto the wall to catch yourself from falling back.

But then a sound snapped you out of your thoughts.

Kkkkgghhhhh.

No, it was more like a ppppprrrzzztttt.

Ugh who gives a shit what it sounded like.

Your eyes immediately searched for the spot where Jungkook pulled you at, and you then spotted the huge tear in your favorite sweater.

“I’m, I’m sorry.” Jungkook put his hands up in defense as he looked at you. “I didn’t mean to, I just tried to stop you from walking aw-“

The sound of your palm connecting with his right cheek echoed through the hallway.

You gritted your teeth as you glared at him. The burning sensation and needles in your hand were dismissed as adrenaline overtook your body.

But...

“A-ah.. yes..mm..”

Did.. did you hear that correctly?

Jungkook’s bangs covered his eyes as he stood there, staring down at the floor.

The both of you didn’t say a word nor moved from your position.

He raised his head and slowly looked up to you.

You caught a glimpse of something you’ve never seen before.

His eyes darkened with lust and sparkles beamed through his eyes. With reddened cheek, he never stopped staring at you as shivers ran through his body, his tongue hanging over his bottom lip.

“Y-you.. what is wrong with you? You freak!” Fear struck into your stomach as you remained frozen on the spot.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What happened?” Your friend Emily rushed to your side.

You snapped out of your thoughts before you moved closer to Emily. “Yeah... Yeah, I’m alright. Let’s go, yeah?” You wrapped your arms around hers.

-

Five days passed since that weird event. But it seemed that your message was loud and clear. Jungkook finally left you alone and due to your excellent behavior, you were allowed to sign up for the Miss sunshine competition.

When you weren’t busy with personal things or school, you set up voting campaigns to collect more points. You baked cookies, volunteered, and begged for votes.

“Thank you!” You perked up when you heard the sound of another vote being dropped into the box. “I appreciate it!” You turned to smile at the person but your smile faded when you noticed that it was Jungkook. He nodded at you before walking out of the classroom.

“Well, a vote’s a vote.” You shrugged. As long as it would help you win, it wouldn’t matter who it was that voted.

At the end of the day, you took the box that sat on your desk home and dumped the content of it on your desk.

“194... 19 and..” You paused at the piece of paper which had some sort of text scribbled on it. You unfolded it.

‘Your boyfriend is dead tomorrow morning unless we will go back to how we used to be. Your call.’

-JK

Silence filled the room as you stared at the piece of paper for a few seconds before you burst into laughter. Wow. The nerves of this guy. Was his stupid little threat suppose to scare you?

You immediately grabbed your phone. You unblocked his number and started texting.

[Me] How dare you?

[Me] That’s disgusting. Didn't your mother teach you to at least have some decency?

[Me] I’m going to show this to the teacher Monday

[Me] The only thing that will be ‘dead’ will be your attendance cause I’m sure that threatening students will get you kicked out.

[Me] At least I won’t have to see your face anymore then

[Me] Hello??? You know I can SEE that you’re reading my messages

[Junkkook] You made your choice...

[Junkkook] I didn’t want to do this but you made me

[Me] Blablabla whatever dude I have better things to do than text with a virgin loser on a Friday bye ✌🏼

Seriously, what was his problem? Jungkook was starting to piss you off. Well, he already did, but it was as if he always found new ways to push your buttons.

Wait a minute.

How did Jungkook even know you have a boyfriend? You glanced at your phone and then scolded yourself for even considering to text him to ask.

Not even your best friend Emily knew. Not because it was a secret, but because you didn’t feel like hearing her opinion about your partner of choice.

Your boyfriend was way older than you, and he had a cool motorcycle. He was mature - so different from the boys in your class. That and he was romantic, he actually knew how to treat a lady like yourself.

You shrugged it off. Jungkook probably saw you and your boyfriend hang out or something, big deal. He was probably jealous at how he had to be a stupid loser while your boyfriend was a tough and cool guy.

“Y/N! We’re leaving now!” Your mom called.

“Ok, have fun!” You called back at your parents.

-

Today, Jungkook didn’t show up at school. He called in sick.

That, and you haven’t heard from your boyfriend all weekend.

Were you scared? No, that’s ridiculous. You knew what happened. Jungkook somehow managed to convince your boyfriend to scare you shitless by making you believe Jungkook “killed” him so that’s why he hasn’t been responding to your calls or texts.

Men can be so immature.

The school bell rang and your classmates hurried out of the room, leaving you and the teacher alone in the classroom.

“Is something the matter, y/n?” The teacher asked as she looked up from her paperwork.

“No, no I am fine. I just want to say that I can bring Jungkook’s homework, Mrs Wong.”

“Really? That’s nice of you.” She smiled. “Let me see where I put it...” She checked the drawers.

“I know how... zealous Jungkook is, he would hate to miss today’s homework.” The woman put together a stack of papers. “But, Uhm,” You feigned an embarrassed smile. “It’s been a while since I’ve visited him, what was his address again?” You chuckled as you placed your hand on the back of your neck.

“Of course, I will print it out for you.” The teacher logged into her computer and when she found Jungkook’s student information, she clicked another button, the sounds of the printer being heard in the corner of the room.

“Thank you Mrs Wong!” You walked to the printer and took the page. “I’ll head over to him now, see you tomorrow!” You called out before leaving the classroom and strolling down the hallway.

“Hey Y/N!” Emily called out. “Seojun’s having a pool party, you’re going, right?”

Damn. You forgot all about that. You stood there as you wondered about what kind of excuse you could come up with as to why you can’t go.

“Of course, I just uh, have to do something real quick.” No way you would tell her you’re going to see Jungkook, the biggest loser in school. What would she think? What would anyone think when the it-girl of school went to the house of a geek?

“Huh, like what?” Emily tilted her head. “Are you going to do ‘something’ or ‘someone’” She wriggled her eyebrows at you playfully. “There will be plenty of time to do that later.”

“Em, you’re such a slut.”

“Takes one to know one.”

She dodged your playful whack. “I’ll be there later!” You giggled as you started to walk off. “I’ll text you when I’m on my way!” You called out with a wave.

Jungkook’s home wasn’t too far from school, and it took you about 15 minutes to get there.

“Jungkook!” You called as you knocked on the door. “Hello? Anyone home?” No one was answering and you couldn’t see any movements from any of the windows.

Did Jungkook live alone? You weren’t sure. There were no parked cars in front of the home but of course, that didn’t necessarily mean anything, maybe the people who also lived here were at work, or something.

Did he call in sick to go out to a party? That didn’t make sense. Nerdy kid Jungkook didn’t seem to have anything exciting going on for him in his life, so him going to someplace fun? Sounds out of character to you.

Then, the door opened.

“Finally!” You paused.

Jungkook rubbed his eyes. “Sorry... I was asleep.” He groaned, his voice soft and deeper than usual.

“Listen, you dickhead.” You stepped forward and pushed your body against the door, forcing Jungkook to open the door further.

You raised an eyebrow when you noticed that he was wearing nothing but boxers shorts. It surprised you that he had a pair of toned arms and a nice toned stomach, did he work out after school or something? Hah, you almost laughed at your own silly thought.

“My boyfriend, where is he?” You dropped his homework to the floor.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you? You two got some little agreement going on? ‘Teehee let’s scare Y/N shitless’ I’m done, let’s cut the crap.”

“He’s... he’s here.” Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut as the sunlight hit his face. He quickly shut the door after you to block out the harsh sunlight.

“See, I knew it! Why are you still asleep at 4 pm? Ah whatever, probably playing some loser games or something.” You couldn’t help but glide your eyes over his fine body before turning away.

“Seungjae! Seungjae?” You called out but got no reply.

“He can’t hear you. He’s downstairs.” Jungkook commented, still waking up from his slumber as he rested against the wall.

“Ugh, just bring me to him so we can leave already.” You ordered. Jungkook took a few steps forward before you pushed him back. “No. Tell me where to go and I will get him myself, I don’t want to look at your face for longer than necessary.”

“He’s right there.” Jungkook pointed at a door at the end of the hallway. “Take the stairs down, and you’ll see him.”

“Why is he in your basement?” You questioned. “You better not be playing with me, I’ll kick your ass, because of you I am missing out on an awesome pool party.”

“I’m not... I have a man cave in my basement.”

“A man cave? Actually, don't tell me. I’ve heard enough.” Your body gravitated towards the direction Jungkook pointed in. “Can’t wait till I get home so I can scrub off the smell of this disgusting house.”

“Seungjae?” There he was, sitting in a gaming chair, playing some type of Call of something game, you weren’t very familiar with the titles of video games.

The basement was pretty large, it had a pool table, a wall with games, and it even had a jukebox. This was probably why Jungkook called it his man cave.

“Hey, you. I rather you use those fingers for something else.” You giggled. “But still. What are you even doing here? I didn’t know you knew Jungkook.” Your boyfriend wasn’t responding. “Hey? Hottie? What’s up?” You moved closer to him and put your hand on his shoulder.

Stiff.

His shoulder felt stiff.

You turned him around and you screamed at the sight as you stumbled back.

This person looked unrecognizable.

Help, you needed to get help.

“Seungjae! I’ll get help!” You promised him before you ran up the stairs.

“Jungkook!” You rushed into the living room. “He- he, we need to call an ambulance! Where’s my phone.. ah here it is!” You grabbed it from your purse but before you could dial 911, you felt a strong grip around your wrist.

“We don’t need to do that,” Jungkook informed you as he pried the phone out of your hold with his free hand.

“What are you talking about-“

“I told you, didn’t I?” He smirked.

“W-what?” You looked at him.

Your boyfriend is dead tomorrow morning

Unless we will go back to how we used to be.

Your call.

Jungkook.

“What did you do?!” You tried to break free from his grip as you pulled and pushed. “Let me go!”

“I had no choice! What was I supposed to do? You weren’t listening to me! I was desperate and-“

“So you decide to KILL him?!” You held back tears as you raised your voice at your boyfriend’s killer.

Jungkook... He killed your boyfriend- because he couldn’t stand the fact you stopped bullying him?

“I said, let me go!” You finally broke free from his grip.

You breathed sharply as you stared at Jungkook who stared at you in return, a saddened look on his face. “Y/N... please understand.”

Both rage and grief possessed you as you leaped forward.

Jungkook tripped over his own feet - surprised by your sudden attack. The both of you crashed to the floor, knocking over a nearby vase before you straddled him.

“You killed him! You killed him!” You gritted your teeth as tears stung in your eyes. “You sick motherfucker! I hate you, I HATE you!” You screamed in his face as you allowed the tears to roll down your face freely.

You formed both your hands into white-knuckled weapons before you started beating down on him. Your clenched fists struck him wherever they could reach; his face, his head, his chest, and even his stomach.

“Why did you kill him? You sick fuck! You’re twisted, you’re evil! Why would you do this to me? Die! Die! I’m going to kill you!” You paused and took a deep breath as your body shook, your slender fingers then wrapped themselves around Jungkook’s throat, increasing the grip with every passing second. “Die! You worthless piece of shit!”

The grip on his throat slowly released as you... felt something.

Something was pressing against your groin, around your upper thigh, close to the crotch of your panties.

You knew what it was, but you wish you didn’t.

The bulge pressed against you and the fabric of his cotton boxers were damp. His cock twitched with every inch you moved.

Jungkook took advantage of your moment of confusion and he groped your hips, keeping you in place as he bucked his hips and started dry humping against you.

Immediately, you slapped his hands away and got up, but tripped when he grabbed your ankle. “Get away from me! You sick perverted monster!” You tried to kick him but he dodged.

“Stop!” You sobbed, both grieving from the traumatizing event that happened mere minutes earlier, and from Jungkook not willing to let you go.

“Do you want to go down there with him? If you don’t listen to me I’m going to throw you in there, then I’ll cut him up and spread his body parts all over town, do you get it?”

You raised your head, holding your head as you could feel a bump form on your forehead. At his words, you snapped your head back to look at him as he shared some gruesome words. “W-what are you saying? You have lost your mind, you freak!” You finally freed yourself from his grip and you got onto your feet.

You had to escape this place and fast.

“Come here, Y/N.”

“N-no!” You ran up the stairs with Jungkook chasing right behind you. His fingers brushed against your back as he wasn’t close enough to grab you just yet.

You grabbed hold of any items you could find, furniture, photo frames on the wall, to throw it back at him to slow him down in his pursuit of catching you.

You ran into the first room you could find, and locked the door, and barricaded it with a heavy closet.

“Y/N, don’t run from me, why are you scared of me? I would never kill you!” His voice sounded from the other side of the door.

Shit, shit, shit.

You desperately looked around the room for a phone, but nothing.

Based on the looks of it, this must be Jungkook’s room.

A desktop in the corner of the room caught your eye and you rushed over to it. If you could log into your Instagram account, you could DM Emily and tell her she needed to call 911.

User: Jungkook

Password: _ _ _ _ _

No, no. You bit your nails as you tried to think of what to do now.

As you tried to think of an escape plan, you paused at something on the wall.

Those photos...

They were all photos of you.

“Y/N, don’t make me break this door.”

You couldn’t hear Jungkook’s words as you stared at the shockingly large amount of photos he had of you.

Photos that were taken from your social media accounts.

Yearly school photos.

Even photos of the time you were still a cheerleader in freshman year.

“Y/N!” The door was shaking at Jungkook’s efforts.

“Leave me alone!” You called back.

The window, right, the window!

You bolted over to the window and pushed it open, groaning when it only opened a few inches. It was one of those.

The computer would be heavy enough to smash this window, so you did, grabbing the computer and banging it against the window. It took a few tries until the glass finally shattered in pieces.

You gasped when you heard parts of the door break behind you. You had to hurry up.

You looked at the sharp edges of the window and carefully leaned in.

Would you make it?

It was two stories high.

...

You had no choice.

The door popped off its hinges and you realized that if you fell and broke something, Jungkook would definitely catch you.

So at the last minute, you turned around and dove under his bed.

The closet fell over with a loud crash as Jungkook managed to kick the door open. “Y/N? Y/N?” His feet moved inches from your face as he walked past his bed and paused at the window. “Y/N!”

You inched forward and poked your head out. Jungkook’s body leaned forward out of the window as he seemed to try to locate your whereabouts.

You held in your breath as you crawled from under his bed, slowly, before getting up.

With every move you made you looked back at Jungkook, he was still unaware of your presence, so you sneaked out of the room, and when you were in the hallway, you increased your pace.

You halted at the stairs and placed your hand on the bannister, moving your feet on the far side of each step. You attempted to distribute your weight as you slid over the stairs.

Creak...

You held in your breath, not moving.

Did he hear that?

The heavy footsteps in the bedroom answered your thoughts. “No!” You shouted as you started running down the stairs, skipping the last four steps by jumping down. You whimpered at the sharp pain that pierced through your ankle, but you ignored it and made your way to the front door.

You wrapped your fingers around the doorknob and turned it.

Locked.

“No, no!” You looked around to see if there was anywhere else you could go, but it was too late, as Jungkook pushed you against the wall.

“Stop, please, Jungkook...” You sighed out, feeling drained and defeated from the running around. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry for all I did to you. I’m so sorry, please don’t hurt me!”

“You broke my computer.” He commented. “And my window... and door.”

“Oh my god, are you actually serious now? Technically, YOU are the one who broke the DOOR, YOU kicked it in, not ME!”

“Oh, right.” He replied as he kept you pressed against the wall.

“Look, Jungkook, I won’t tell anyone if you let me go.” You pleaded, dismissing his carefree comments.

“I know you won’t, because I am not letting you go.”

“You can’t keep me here against my will, that’s illegal!” You protested.

“I will never let go of you, I know what we have is special.”

“Not this shit again.” You groaned in annoyance. How could you be pissed yet so afraid of this man?

“I knew from day one that we were meant to be.” He gushed. “The way you treat me, the way you look at me - the way I’m the only one who gets this special attention. I love you and I know you love me t-“

You raised your knee and kicked distracted Jungkook in the stomach. He held onto his stomach and dropped to the floor.

You made a run to the kitchen in an attempt to escape but you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist. “No! No!” You resisted but Jungkook dragged you through the living room, towards the basement. “No, please, no!” You were dragged into the basement and Jungkook dropped you to the floor.

“I warned you, but you didn’t listen.”

“No, Jungkook, don’t do it, I’m sorry, I-“

You watched as he stormed over to your boyfriend and with a strong pull, Jungkook ripped his arm off.

Sick....

You felt so sick.

Things turned black in front of your eyes.

And that’s all that you remembered.

-

“Aahh...”

A faint sound from somewhere in the distance caused you to stir.

That and a rubbing sensation against your face.

You slowly opened your eyes, everything was blurry.

“Y/N...”

That wasn’t the voice of your boyfriend.

Your eyes widened and you felt disgust when you realized what was rubbing against your face.

It wasn’t the first time you had cock pressed against your face. “What the fuck!” You yelped as you tried to move but you realized your wrists were cuffed and held in place by a chain in the wall.

“Stop!” You tried to move your head away but Jungkook held you into place.

“This is disgusting! Stop! Stop!”

Jungkook tilted his head back as his groans turned louder and more lewd.

“I said, stop, you sick perverted motherfucker, I’m going to throw up.” You screamed, trying your best to avoid the skin of his shaft but it proved fruitless.

It twitched.

“Don’t you dare! I’m telling you, I’m going to beat the shit out of you, I swear to god!”

“Fuck.. yes, beat the shit out of me!”

What the hell?

Slowly, you started to make sense out of this.

The fact that Jungkook never stopped you from bullying him.

Not even once. He never blocked your assaults nor tried to tell anyone.

The slap in the school hallway.

The precum from earlier when you beat down on him.

Now... this.

“You’re... into this. Aren’t you?”

You scoffed as you looked up at him in disgust as he paused in his movement, watching you like a rabbit caught in a headlight.

“You sick piece of shit.”

snippet. “you had never known true love, and after 18 years of emotional abuse and overall neglect, you didn’t think you’d ever get it. but there that man sat, speaking as if it wasn’t a big deal and as if he wasn’t being so great to you.”

warnings. pseudo-incest, lewd talks, mentions of gay sex (mxm & fxf), fetishization of gay relationships/sex, sex dreams, dry humping, humping in general, age gap (both legal though), eating out, yn basically has a lot of dirty thoughts, bad mother x reader relationship, mother is shaming her kid, virgin reader, experienced taehyung, like very slight choking, fingering, squirting, slight voyeourism, pillow masturbation like once, masturbation in general, bad first time 😣😣, running away.

masterlist. wordcount. 8.6k

authors note. not everyone’s cup of tea and mayhaps it doesn’t seem exaclty yandere yet but THERE WILL BE A PART 2!!!! which will have a little more yandere characteristics in it. pls reblog when u can to get this out to more ppl!! thank u for reading and super sorry for any mistakes! i was just super excited to put this out but i’ll be going back to edit it later!!! don’t be afraid to talk to my about my works by sending an ask!!!

You stood across from your locker, watching the popular couple making out furiously. Nabi’s back was pressed against her locker, but not completely from her torso as Jin has a tight grip on her ass. Watching made those familiar butterflies rise within you. They were both so incredibly attractive— so it felt like the beginning of the pornos you liked to watch. It was a bit weird though— you never found the appeal to straight porn, at least not the free videos on Pornhub. You would rather watch your hot classmate tribbing her way with a girl, or her counterpart getting fucked in his ass and jerked off at the same time. It felt a bit more sensual… at least the low quality ones you watched did.

“What are you doing, weirdo?” The family voice of your best friend brings you out of your horny tranced thoughts. You turn to the girl, a smile gracing her lips at the sight of your blushing cheeks. The laugh she lets out at your flustered appearance only makes your cheeks brighten, the embarrassment coursing throughout you in hot waves. “God. You really need to get laid. How are you hot and bothered over Jin and Nabi? They’re the worst.”

“Shh!” You quiet her down, the eyes and ears around you turning to pay attention elsewhere. “Yeah, they tease me a bit… but they’re hot…”

“Don’t see the appeal.” She rolls her eyes as she grabs a jolly rancher from your bowl of candy from inside your locker. She found it weird how often you munched on sugar filled sweets, but it was a good in-between class snack. “Once I know the personality is shit, so is their face.”

“How do you look at Seokjin’s face and decide it’s not edible— it’s like a crime against humanity.”

“Right, against all the other actual crimes against humanity?” Your best friend falls into another one of her political filled rants. If it were any other day, you’d listen to her fake activism, but you were too consumed with desire and guilt mixed in one.

You continued to watch the couple grope each other, mind running the most scandalous of thoughts. You could imagine yourself caressing Nabi’s body, your tongue dancing on her sweet pussy, Seokjin groping you all over like he was doing with her, fingers jolting against your swollen clit. Transitioning into getting your tight hole filled by the man, Nabi continuously rubbing your clit, squirting all over his cock and her fingers.

“Let’s go, sick pervert.” Aera smacks the back of your hand, your detailed daydreams fading away for a second whilst Jin and Nabi skip off.

The car ride was filled with more of Aera’s rants. The growing ache between your brows only grew more at the sound of her high pitched voice. You aren’t usually so grumpy, especially with your closest friend, but you could help it. You were frustrated— sexually frustrated. And like the good friend she was, Aera caught on.

“Why don’t you get it over with?” She suddenly asks, your attention turning to her rather than the clean and sleek streets of your town.

“Get what over with?” You ask with a sigh, slouching in the seat of her expensive car.

“Sex. Sucking a dick. Getting your clit sucked. Losing your v-card. All of the above.”

The sudden shy feeling rising in you made you cover your face. She laughed at your antic, which only made the blush flush against your cheeks more. It was incredible how filthy your thoughts got, but how shy you were when it came to an actual sexual talk or doing. Even simply touching yourself in your room left you a blushing mess. It was part of the reason you didn’t want to have sex anytime soon, as much as you wanted to orgasm with someone, you weren’t sure you were ready. Physical wise at least— mentally, you fucked every attractive person you came across.

“I don’t want to…” you sigh, looking out the car window rather than your friend. “I don’t think I’m comfortable with… I don’t know, being so vulnerable…”

The ‘hmph’ she released only makes you feel all the more embarrassed. “I’ve told you time and time again— I’d gladly fuck you.”

You send a harsh slap onto her arm, her loud laughter filling your ears, shaking the vehicle as she tries her best to avoid your anger. You were already so riled up— the last thing you needed was the image of your best friend rubbing her pussy against yours.

Getting home was all you wanted, which is why you threw a simple goodbye at your friend and rushed inside of your huge home. The white marbled floors were as shiny as ever, making you trudge against it slowly, afraid to leave even a single mark. While your mom hired every maid in the district, she still loved a spotless house, which only led you and your step-father to be careful at all times.

“Honey, I’m home!” You call out in a sing-song tone, walking into the huge kitchen of yours. Your mother whisked around the place in a frantic manner, all of the maids watching carefully. The atmosphere in the room was tense, your eyes darting all around. “Hey mom, what are you up to?”

“Jesus,” your mother yelps, turning to face your uniform clad self. “You scared me!”

“Sorry.” You shrug off her horrendous attitude. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing, Y/N?” Her snappy tone only makes you sigh. While she rarely paid attention to you, it was still nice of her to answer with her short and curt responses, but you clearly weren’t going to get anything that afternoon.

“I’m going to my room.” You turn away quickly, feeling the way your mood begins to change. Rather than the neutral feelings you had all day, you began to feel bitter and angry— just as you always felt in the Kim household.

You sprinted up to your room, careful to close the door softly behind you. It was best to not alert your mother of any wrongdoing, at least the ones in her book.

You spent most of the afternoon in your bedroom, heading downstairs every now and then to the kitchen to grab a snack before dinner. Your mother would scold you for it, warning you not to spoil your dinner, which she so graciously cooked. It was best to fill yourself up with your munchies. You were also way too tired to rid yourself of your uniform, your button up now untucked as it fell over your plaid blue skirt.

The sound of the doorbell resonating throughout the house made you jump in your spot, your homework now nowhere in mind. You rushed downstairs, wanting to get the night over with. “Y/N, get the door!” Your mother yells from upstairs. You roll your eyes at the way she fixed her appearance so thoroughly. She would never try for you— her real child.

With annoyance filling your every step, you swing the huge door open, eyes meeting with the famous son clad in his fancy suit.

Kim Taehyung was, is, and will continue to be the star of your family. He rose from being a nothing artist, to owning multiple art museums and showcasing many galleries. He was such a successful man at the ripe age of twenty-five, something your mother and step-father loved to flaunt about. Especially to you, reminding you of how great you had to do once you were out of high school. The bar was set and it was set incredibly high— almost felt out of reach.

“Taehyung’s here!” You yell out to your parents, turning away from the guy who’s aura just yelled confidence.

“Not even a simple hello?” The guy speaks, closing the front door gently behind him.

“Don’t feel like it.”

“Missed you too.”

“You wish I did.” You scoff, awaiting your mother and step-father.

“How are your studies?”

“Mind your business.” You snarl softly, hoping the man stopped speaking to you. It was only a hopeful thought as he continued to do so.

“You’ve got to raise that English grade. Mother won’t be happy when she finds out.”

You turn to him with a glare, the anger rising within you. He knew what he was doing, even when he tried to defend you, it only threw gasoline to the already huge fire. He was an angel— he could do no wrong. “You’re a sick fuck. Stop fucking stalking me. And she’s not your mother, she’s my mother.”

“Stalking? I’m only worrying for my baby sister.”

“I’m not your sister.”

“You can deny it all you want, we’re a family.” Was all he said as your mother made her way down the staircase as if she was the main character of a cheesy movie. It made your eyes roll on their own, her dramatic entrances always having annoyed you.

“Tae!” Your mother calls out happily, inviting him into a big hug. The two hug warmly, a frown falling onto your face at the sight. You couldn’t remember the last time she even held your hand. Taehyung’s eyes were laid upon your hurt frame as he pulled away from the hug, a small frown turning his lips down ever so slightly. It all went away as his father climbed down the stairs, his strong voice booming throughout the room. You watched the father and son duo hug, a yawn coming from your mouth.

“Why couldn’t you change?” Your mother sighs at your messy look. You look down at your outfit, suddenly feeling so beneath the graciously dressed family. “God, you can’t do anything right.” She shook her head in disappointment, attention turning right back to the older boy.

Your mother pushed you all into the dining room, the unbelievably huge table all too big for a family of four. You were beside Taehyung as you played with the peas on your plate. Your mother was all too busy catching up with Taehyung to notice the way you sat in a slouch or how you tossed your food around with your fork. You weren’t arguing though, at least she wasn’t busy nitpicking your every move. Or so you thought.

“Sit up straight, Y/N.” You do so immediately, staring down your plate of food. You could feel Taehyung’s eyes on you, only making your face flush more. It was embarrassing when your mother began on you with her husband and step-son.

“I heard Y/N won a recent essay award.” You look up at Taehyung in shock at the sudden mention of your win. You hadn’t mentioned it to anyone but Aera.

“Is that true?” Taehyung’s father turns his attention to you. “What was the award?”

“Uhm… some money for college and a certificate.”

“Really? Where are they?” Your mother asks suddenly.

“Where’s what?”

“The money and certificate.”

“I… I gave the money to the second place winner. The certificate’s somewhere on my desk.”

“You gave the money away?” The tone to your mother’s voice meant only one thing— an argument was about to ensue.

“I think that’s very noble.” Taehyung speaks. You breathe in shakily, feeling smaller by the second. “We’ve got more than enough money for her education, right?”

The room is quiet from his question. “Right?” He repeats as the atmosphere intensifies.

“Just drop it.” You mutter softly, feeling the tears springing in your eyes.

“She does have a college fund, right?”

“I said drop it.” You repeat.

“We thought it was best that she apply for a ballet school. It’s what she’s been practicing for all this time.” The rate of your heart beat began to rise, labored breaths ensuing.

“Don’t get me wrong, she’s great at it… but that’s not what she wants to do.” Taehyung speaks as if he knew you deeply, you turn to him, feeling nothing but anger as he tries to stand up for you, like he always did.

“We’re not saying paying for college is out of the question… we just want her to try for one.”

“So, these past five years you’ve been with my father, you haven’t saved up a penny for her education?” The way the man harshly questioned your mother made you jump softly, eyes shut tight as if that would stop the scene from continuing.

“We’ve got the money, we just—”

“You two are ridiculous.” You could feel the anger radiating off of him, your fingers tapping against your thigh rhythmically. “I’ll pay.”

“What? There’s no need!”

“Either you two pay for the actual education she wants, or I do.”

“Don’t disrespect your step-mother like that!” Your step-fathers loud voice was your final straw.

“I said drop it!” You yell at them, jumping up from your seat with teary eyes. “I-I…” you look over at your mother as she watches you with her careful glare. You turn right back to Taehyung, who was waiting for you to continue. “I want to go to a ballet school. It’s what I want, so please, stop arguing.”

—

Taehyung stayed over that night, his old bedroom prepared for him. You left for school early that morning to avoid your family, embarrassed about last night’s debacle and how you stormed off afterwards. Your day at school went fine, boring and for once not filled with nasty thoughts about the most popular kids at school. Aera could tell you were out of it, but she didn’t ask. You suppose that’s one of her biggest faults— not knowing how to speak about neither of your problems, not without her panicking and changing the topic to the dumbest of things.

“I’m home.” You announce that afternoon, Seokjin trailing behind you. You were a bit nervous to have the guy over, feeling even more guilty as you realized you’ve cum at the thought of him fucking his girlfriend. “I’ve got company! Be on your best behavior!” You could tell from the small snort coming from your classmate that he thought it was a joke.

“Well, hello.” Your mother erupts from the living room. She looks the boy up and down, his nice and crisp uniform catching her eyes immediately. “You’re Mr. Kim’s boy, right? Kim Seokjin?”

“Yes, I am. It’s a pleasure seeing you again.” He shakes your mother’s hand respectfully. But the way his eyes trailed down her figure only made you want to throw-up. Maybe Aera was right, he really was shitty.

“Likewise.” She replied, a feigned kindness to her voice. “School project?”

“Yes, actually, we couldn’t study at my place, my baby brother is teething and it’s too noisy with his crying. Sorry for the intrusion.”

“Not at all,” your mother shakes her head ferociously, making you want to laugh. She always tried hard with the other rich families, as almost every mother refused to accept her and her shopaholic tendencies. Surprisingly, many of the mothers in your gated community rarely used their husbands money for materials like so, as they were rich themselves. Your mother was nothing compared to them, barely managing to graduate high school and work for herself. “It’s a pleasure having you over. Would you like any snacks?”

“Oh, no thank you, we stopped by to get some fast food before.”

Your mother turns to you, eyebrows raised. “You had fast food?”

You shake your head quickly, “he was hungry so I took him to get some! I didn’t get anything. I swear.”

“It’s true, Mrs. Kim, she wasn’t hungry.” Your mother looks you up and down suspiciously before turning right back around to Seokjin. The two conversed for a minute but Seokjin excused himself by telling her you two needed to get started. She obliged quickly, the two of you heading up to your room. You closed the door behind you, tossing your backpack on your bed.

“Surprised she didn’t tell you to leave the door open.” Seokjin sprawls his body on your bed, making your bag fall onto the floor.

“She doesn’t care.” You take a seat on your desk chair, laptop opened and the dark screen catches your reflection. “What do you want to do? I was thinking I could make a presentation on Haiti’s culture, and you could present?”

“Do I have to do a lot of work?” The boy groans from beneath his arm which was covering his face.

“No,” you roll your eyes at him. “We have notecards. No need to memorize.”

The boy sits up, looking at you with hooded eyes at his previous position. “You won’t tell Mr. Barrera about my part… lack of, I mean.”

“Nope.” You shake your head, turning your back to him and tapping on the cursor of your laptop. You could hear Seokjin getting up from your bed, which was exactly why you shut your computer quickly, horrified at the tab you left open.

“Woah, other Kim! I thought you were a prude!” Seokjin laughs from behind you, arms on either side of your body as he leans against the desk. He lifts the computer screen up, pornhub on full display. The video which was paused midway, making your cheeks flush. You had only ever been caught once with porn, which your step-father pretended to not see and ignored. You were so grateful.

You weren’t sure which instance was worse. Not when Seokjin softly moved your hair to the side to get a better look at the screen. His finger danced around the cursor, playing the video. “What are you doing?” You spit out, ready to slam the computer once more. He catches your hands in his.

“Come on,” he speaks so closely against your ear. You could feel his warm breath with every word, shivers running down your spine. “It’ll be fun.” The way his wet tongue ran across your ear made you tense up. You were stuck— you never thought you’d be in such a position. “You really don’t want to?” He pulls away teasingly, your ear feeling cold at his departure.

“No!” You get up from your chair quickly, startling the boy. The smirk on his face only made your nerves worse. “I-i mean… I do. Want to. I do want to have fun.”

“Is that right?”

“Mhm.” You nod, hands placed behind you, nails digging into the palm of your skin. “I do but… Nabi…”

“What about her?” He asks as he wraps his arm around your waist, bringing you closer to his body. The bulge you felt against you was surely not because of you, rather the porn that was playing in the background. It still felt good to have a man have a hard-on in your room.

“This… this is cheating?” The way his lips danced over yours, teasing you as you chased after his lips left you reeling.

“We’re not dating. She’s got a college boyfriend. We’re also having fun.”

Your mind was clouded by the way his plump lips shone with his saliva, having just licked them. You were too enthralled with him to care for all of those insecurities you thought of before to psych you out of a shared orgasm.

The way he placed his soft lips onto yours shocked you. By no means was this your first kiss, but it was shocking that it wasn’t with an audio visual member and instead it was with Seokjin. He pushed you back with him, laying you down softly. His arm was now placed beside you, lips back onto one another. His leg was placed in between your legs, feeling the fabric of your spandex beneath. It was part of your uniform regulation to wear a pair of black spandex beneath your skirt, which only irritated you now as you felt it blocked you from feeling the friction you wanted to feel.

And boy, were you wrong. The way he pushed his knee against your clit made a moan come from your mouth, stopping the dance between your lips for a second. Your hips began to move on their own need, rubbing yourself harder against him. Every single sensation you felt only sent you further on edge, which felt embarrassing at how quick, but it was the rush of doing it with Seokjin.

You weren’t sure how it happened, but you were now sitting on Seokjin, his bulge right on your wet clit, having disposed of your spandex and underwear at some point. He wasn’t inserting himself in you, rather, using you as if you were a pillow he humped. You weren’t sure why you weren’t going all the way, but the pure bliss you felt made you forget, focusing on the pleasure you had now. You were riding against him so well, your school skirt fluttered around your legs, covering the lewd act from anyone’s prying eyes.

“F-fuck… I’m— I’m go-gonna cum.” Seokjin stutters out. You were shaky, having already cum once whilst rubbing yourself against him. But you weren’t satiated with your one orgasm. You were chasing your second high when your bedroom was bursted open.

“Hey, Y/N, mom told me to take you shopping— holy shit!” You pushed yourself off of the boy in a panic, Jin grabbing one of your teddy bears and covering his, still very hard, cock.

“Fuck, Taehyung!” You yell out at the man, his eyes covered with his hands. Your face was beet red, as was Seokjin’s at being caught. “Why didn’t you fucking knock?!”

“Why didn’t you close the fucking door while doing this shit— wait, what the fuck!” He suddenly removes his hands from his face, an angry look now sprawled on it. His eyes never once left Seokjin, who luckily now had his jeans covering himself up. “Who the fuck are you?!”

“J-j-ji-Jin!” He sputters out, only adding to both of your embarrassment. You covered your red face at the scene, the shock of it all making you feel light headed.

“Get the fuck out of my house, Jin.”

“Yes, sir!” Seokjin hurriedly grabbed his bag, sending you a small scared look before rushing out of your bedroom. The room went silent for a second as you sat on your bed, cold air hitting your wet pussy from beneath your skirt.

“Are you fucking insane?!” You yell, getting up from the bed and fixing your skirt to reach the very top of your knees as it was meant to be worn at school.

“Says you?! How could you do that under my roof?!”

“Your roof? I live here! You don’t, so why aren’t you back at your super fancy and expensive penthouse?!”

“Mom and dad left so they left me in charge before leaving— how could you do that?”

You groan, foot stomping on the carpeted floor of your room. “Get out, pervert!”

“You shouldn’t be fucking doing that!”

“And why not? It’s my bedroom. My body. My goddamn life!”

“With Seokjin? You really want a fucking life with Seokjin?!”

“Yes! Why the fuck not?!”

“You could do so much better than that prick!”

“You don’t even know him! And you have no right to, we’re not even family!” The room went silent at the phrase you yelled.

His eyes trailed up and down your body before looking at you with his angry filled eyes. “You’re right.” He agrees, making you feel embarrassed at your outburst. Even more embarrassment than you were feeling. “We’re not related. Because how could I ever be related to a slut like you?” The man stormed right at you, hand wrapped around your neck and pushing you up against your bedroom wall. You let out a small hiss at the sudden action, pain coursing through your back.

“Get the fuck off of me,” you spit at him. “Dont fucking touch me!”

“Or what?” The way he spoke made chills run down your spine. You never bothered to get to know Taehyung in the past five years you lived with his father, rather you put up such a huge barrier, one you thought worked perfectly fine. Which is why you hadn’t known that the dark look that was in his eyes as he dipped his hand beneath your skirt, was the same one he looked at you with since he first saw how much you had grown. He was completely and utterly enamored with you, and without you knowing, he took care of you. He reached out to your teachers to get rundowns, and even when they told you there was no extra credit to raise your grade, he persuaded them to allow it. He only let the best of company around you, and Seokjin was not on his list. That clumsy freshman boy by the name of Jungkook? He was fine, too much of a wuss to ever try anything with you. Min Yoongi? Fuck no, he was drug dealing scum, you were way too good for him. Aera was the only other girl he chose as well, most other girls seeming too vapid in his mind.

“Is… stop, Taehyung.” You manage to mumble out as his fingers prance around your wet folds, other hand still holding your neck in a tight hold.

“Do you know how often I’ve thought of you like this?” He groans at how wet your pussy felt against his million dollar fingers. “Only, you weren’t so fucking bratty, thought you’d let it happen.”

You felt sick for liking what he was doing to you. You felt yourself dripping all over his fingers, lewd noises being heard as he rubs you up and down. The throaty whine you let out leaves Taehyung wanting more. You were already rutting your hips against him, so why not try and move a step forward. He removed his hand from around your neck, placing you down onto your bed, which you put up no fight about. It was enchanting how swollen your pussy was as he lifted the familiar plaid skirt up. And without a second thought, he shoved one of his long and cold fingers inside of you. The way your body shook at the feeling only reminded him more of how innocent you were-- something Jin would never be able to take away from you. It would be him, all of your firsts would be him, he made the promise to himself as he curls his single finger within you. He upped his pace after a while, wanting you to get used to the feeling. Stealthily, he inserts another finger, then another, and another.

You were moaning like crazy now as he rubbed your clit and hit the sweetest spots inside of you all at once. You had never cum so hard before-- your body shaking so intensely at the new experience. Taehyung loved watching you twitch in pleasure, his pants tightening around him more than ever. He let you rest for a couple of minutes, coming down from your high as your chest rose up and down. You were tired, both from school and the sexual doings within the past hour, making your eyes shut softly on their own.

—

You did your best to avoid Taehyung. It was easy at first, as he had left for his own home for a few days, but it wasn’t long enough. He was now eating dinner with your family, cleaning around the house, working long hours at the dining table— he did just about anything to be under the same roof as you. Your mother and step-father couldn’t tell anything was up, you had always been harsh with Taehyung, it was nothing new— so no questions were asked, which you thanked the heavens for.

“It’s a family event, honey,” your step-father tells you as you trail after him that morning. Taehyung was up in his room, loud classical music heard throughout the entirety of the huge house. “You have to go.”

You couldn’t help but let out a childish whine, “come on, you and I both know it’s gonna suck.”

“Your brother says he’s got some important news to share, so I’m sorry but the answer is still no.”

You let out a frustrated groan as you lay your head against his office door. Your mind ran with many ideas as to how you could get out of the event your brother planned for the weekend in your backyard. You couldn’t handle the thought of taking pictures with him for a newspaper like you were a happy family.

“Y/N?” Taehyung’s family voice calls out to you, his music now lowered.

“What?” You snap, rushing up the stairs to get into your room. There was still an hour left for school having been woken up by Taehyung, but you were ready to go, uniform on and backpack waiting for you on your desk.

“Come here.”

“No way,” you scoff, feeling the way your heart beat hard against your chest. “I’ve got to leave already.”

But the way he stopped in front of you, clad in a pair of grey sweats and black t-shirt made you jump. “Get out of my way.” You try your best and dodge him, but he doesn't relent.

“It’ll just be a second,” the way he moves your head up to look at his brown eyes is what breaks you. Your shy demeanor was back as he led you into his childhood bedroom. His walls were painted a navy blue, and the awards sprawled on his room was a shrine to himself. It made you scoff.

“I just need some… young eyes for this project.”

“You’re 25, not 80.” You roll your eyes, but still refuse to look at him, eyes scouring the room. Your palms were sweaty, rubbing them on your plaid skirt.

“Yes, I know that, doofus. I just need someone to give their opinion.” The man passes you one of his art folders, you take a hold of it, hand slightly shaking with nerves. Both of you chose to ignore it as you began to look through the inside. The most beautiful pieces of art was displayed in the folder— the brush work layered with all sorts of techniques. You were in no way the art connoisseur that he was, but you could find the beauty in the brush strokes— which is why you were in complete awe.

“They’re beautiful… who's the artist?” You ask, continuing to go through the folder.

“Me.”

You look up at him in shock. “This is your work? You made this?”

“Yup, all me.”

“No way,” you felt giddy at the thought of his new art. “You were… I didn’t think you’d do anything other than abstract… This is amazing. What would this style be called? Photorealism?”

“In a way, yes.”

“That means you took these pictures to get such great details, right? Where was all this? Another country?”

“I didn’t.”

“You didn’t what?” You almost felt anxious when you looked up at him.

“I didn’t take a picture because these places aren’t real.”

“So this is… like all from your mind?”

“Yeah… it’s why I’m not so sure it’s even considered photorealism… I don’t know. My manager said it is, but it feels almost fake.”

“This does not look fake.” You scoff as you look down at the country art he had drawn— if he hadn’t told you it was drawn, you would have truly thought it was a picture.

“Not the look. The feeling, the style.”

You nod as you listen to him explain how he felt about his work. While he admitted it was beautiful, he seemed stuck as to what it should be categorized as, which his manager was pushing him to do. He didn’t want it to just be “art” nor did he want to label it.

“Then don’t.” You shrug in a nonchalant manner as your fingers skim across the final art piece, mind drifting from all of your past problems. “Don’t categorize it. Just say it’s yours— nothing more, nothing less.”

“It’s not as easy as it sounds.”

“And why not? You’re a talented man who’s exhibits are worldwide— do you really think these artsy people care for a title? They hear Kim Taehyung and drop their artsy panties for you, you have the power here.”

The room went quiet for a minute, the end of the folder bringing you back to real life. You slam the folder shut, standing up from the edge of his bed. “I’ve got to go.”

“Already? I’ll drive you to school.”

“No!” The sudden yell makes him look at you, eyebrows raised. “I mean… thank you for the offer but I-I’m catching a lift with Aera.”

He watches your nervous figure, the filthiest thoughts running through his mind. There was not a night where he didn’t cum into his hands thinking of how filthy you left him with your juices. And although he just wanted to fuck you every time he saw, he liked the little chase— made you all the more desirable.

“I’ll… get going.” You were on your way out of his room, his attention back on his work, when you noticed the frame on his desk. You felt yourself blush at the sight of the recent writing contest award you won at school in full display, as if he were proud of such a small accomplishment.

You remembered all the other times you found your awards sitting in the trash or being squashed beneath your mothers mess. You cried yourself to sleep every single night you won an award, your mother too enthralled in her own doings to recognize your work. You gave up at some point, never telling her of the projects you began nor your wins, much less your losses. It finally settled within you though when she married Taehyung’s father and in turn began caring for his son. She held up his awards and career milestones like a proud mother— what she should have been doing for you.

“How… how do you have that?” You catch the man’s attention, making him turn to the award and back up at you.

“It was on your desk,” he shrugs. “Thought I should commemorate it.”

The way he spoke of it so casually made your heart soar. Any sane person would know it was your mommy issues that made you flip. You had never known true love, and after 18 years of emotional abuse and overall neglect, you didn’t think you’d ever get it. But there that man sat, speaking as if it wasn’t a big deal and as if he wasn’t being great to you.

So you did the one thing you wanted to do more than ever, you bent down to the man whose height was much shorter in his chair. The man was a bit shocked at the way your lips were placed on his, but after a second, he began to lather in it. He dropped the book he had in his hands, grabbing your waist with his strong arms, dragging you to take a seat on his lap. Your legs were swung on either side of him, lips continuing to move against his.

The two of you ate one another as if you were starved, and in some sense you were. You hadn’t kissed him the day he made you cum, but doing so made you regret not doing it sooner. He caressed you, holding you carefully as if he were afraid to hurt you. While it was nice in a romantic aspect, you didn’t crave that at the moment— no, you wanted to go harder.

Your hips began to move up against him, your annoying spandex getting in the way as they always did. The grip he had on your ass would definitely leave marks, hurting you with every squeeze, but you didn’t hate it. “Tae…” you moan as he kisses and sucks down your neck. Your head was tilted to give him more space to decorate you.

“Baby,” he groans as his hard-on now sits against your warm cunt. You continued to hump him against his sweats, labored breaths coming from the both of you. “You’ve got to go now.” But neither of you made the move to stop, lips still devouring one another.

And so you continued to hump him, and while Taehyung felt it was adolescent, he loved having you pleasure yourself on him. Just last week you refused to be in the same room as him, but there you were now— enjoying every inch of him, using him like you did a pillow in the privacy of your own room.

You had cum a few minutes later, Taehyung scattering small kisses around your face as you came down from your high. “You look so good,” he softly wipes the sweat glistening on your hairline. “Wanna see you fucked out again.”

You nod softly, a smile on your face feeling utter bliss. You went to school that day, giggly as you thought of Taehyung and the way he loved you.

—

Your mother and her husband were a bit confused at your sudden change towards Taehyung. The two of you were hanging out, laughing and throwing jokes at one another— as if you hadn’t hated one another just a few days ago. Her husband, for one, was very happy. He had always wanted the two of you to get along, it was a dream come true. He just had not known of the dirty things you two were doing.

He visited in your room late at night, teasing your clit with his fingers or making your fuck yourself on a pillow as he pumped his own cock at the sight. You ever gave him his own surprise visits, waking him up to your mouth of his dick, or letting him rub his cock against your wet pussy— but not actually fucking you, you didn’t want to yet. He took you on dates, which many thought were innocent, just two step-siblings hanging out. They just didn’t know he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, reminding you of how precious you are to him, or the things he’d do to you when you got home. You were almost a normal couple. Almost.

“Mom, I don’t like this one.” You groan as she makes you stand up straight. The two of you had gone shopping yesterday since Taehyung hadn’t taken you to grab a dress for his event when your mother told him to.

“Well, it’s too late, Y/N, this is all we have for you.”

You felt like a kid in the purple dress you wore. It wasn’t exactly the image you were going for, not when you were reminded everyday of the differences between you and Taehyung. Never mind the fact that you were step-siblings, but that you were in high school and he had already built an entire life. One that didn’t involve you, you realized as you watched him converse with his guests. They all wore such fancy suits and dresses and they looked mature. The most mature thing you had in your room was the dildo you had hidden— but even then the pink color with small flower designs still made you childish.

“Debby downer,” you jump at Taehyung’s voice in your ear as he pulls away quickly, to avoid everyone’s eyes on a weird scene. “What’s wrong? You’ve been frowning all morning.”

You sigh dramatically, earning a small laugh from Taehyung. “I don’t like this dress.”

“Really? I think you look beautiful.”

“Yeah, well, you have to say that, you’re my—”

“Your what?” The teasing tone to his voice only makes you smile like a schoolgirl.

“Nothing.” The way you drag the word only has Taehyung laughing.

“Well, when you want to tell me, I’m all ears, baby.”

“Yeah?” You laugh with the man as he continues to tease you. You were so incredibly happy, not even your mother talking about your weight made your mood simmer down. Nothing could ruin your day.

“Hello, could I get everyone’s attention?” Taehyung calls out in his dark black microphone. He stood with the sun shining on his beautiful tan skin, looking as good as ever. His brown hair shagged atop of his head, which only he could make look good at a fancy event. “I know this was all very sudden, so thank you to those who made it, and those who didn’t, no hard feelings— you’ll find out soon.” The crowd listens intently as you watch his frame carefully, hand up trying your best to cover the sun from hitting your eyes.

“First, I want to announce my latest gallery— it's opening this up and coming Friday. All of its proceeds will be donated to this wonderful charity my company and I are fully supporting.” He begins to fall into details of the charity and supporting children. You weren’t paying attention, having already told you all about charity after a night of fun. You could still remember the way he held you, your body naked, his hands playing with your hair as you laid on him. It was a moment you’d remember forever.

“And for the final announcement— the one I’ve been waiting for… for such a long time.” He sighs happily, a bright smile on his face. You watched the sight confused completely, you thought the gallery and charity was the entire purpose of the event. He hadn’t told you anything else. “Come here, love.” The sweet nickname he used caught you off guard, believing he was talking to you like he did all those nights. But when the beautiful woman walked right towards him, recognizing her as a guest you welcomed at the beginning of the party, you realized what was happening. Especially when you saw the way her right shone brightly. “I’m getting married.”

It felt as if the air was knocked out of your lungs as you watched him lovingly place a kiss on her cheek. He held her tight, arm around her waist. She wore such a beautiful burgundy dress, slits on the sides giving off such a sexy look as she showed her slim legs off. It hugged every single curve of hers, making you understand why they were with one another. That didn’t stop the way you felt sick to your stomach, the anger and betrayal bubbling within you. The crowd cheered around you as you stood and watched the couple share such a sweet moment together.

“Congratulations, son!” Your step-father looked as happy as ever as he hugged his son. You stood behind him and your mother, chest burning, wanting to run off and just cry your heart out.

“Congratulations to you both!” Your mother hugs his partner as if she had known her forever.

Taehyung’s eyes fall on you, a small smile on his face. You could tell it wasn’t a genuine one, a bit of sadness coating it. “Congratulations,” but growing up with the mother you have taught you one thing— how to hide your emotions perfectly. “It’s so lovely to meet you,” you turn to the woman, a bright smile displayed on your face. “I wish you and… my brother the best.” You could see the way Taehyung tensed up at the word you used. But you didn’t care, not anymore.

—

“What was that back there?” The way Taehyung pulls you into the guest room makes you sweat.

“What was what? I was being polite. Welcoming her into the family.”

“How could you… how could you be so cool about this?”

You scoff at the hurt look on his face. “Cool? What part is so cool? You just fucking ate my pussy last night, Taehyung only for you to turn around and be in a relationship. I- I was feeling what you told me you felt for me for so long… you’re the one in the wrong here, not me.”

“So you do care?” The way he walks up to you, hand grabbing your face. You looked up at his face, as a wave of relief washed over his features. “I thought… I thought you didn’t love me anymore.”

The anger you felt was all too much to ignore his announcement. “Are you insane, you sick fuck?” You pull away from him, angrily. “You’re curious about my feelings for you at a time like this?” You couldn’t help but scoff at him. “But what can I expect? You just love fucking your little step-sister— so this isn’t too shocking!”

“I’m not your brother.” The way his hand wraps around your neck reminds you of the first time he went crazy on you. “Don’t ever fucking say that.”

“Why? Can't handle the fact that you’re a pervert?!” You scream, cheeks red with anger.

“Please, are you saying you didn’t like it, huh?” The way he pushed you onto the bed doesn’t make you back down, instead you continue to glare at him angrily as he forces you down with his hand still on your neck.

“I didn’t.”

“Right,” he scoffs. “You're just as sick as me— you love fooling around with me. You love the thought of us being wrong, isn’t that why you crawled into my bed every night? Isn’t it why you loved it when I licked you all up? When you would cum by just a five minute hump over our jeans?”

“Shut up,” you spit right back at him. “I want nothing to do with you!”

“Well that’s just too bad, I’ve been waiting for so long to fuck you.”

“And what?” You laugh at the man. “You think tonight’s the night? You just announced your engagement, can you get any more low?”

“Yes, I can.” He pushes your back right down onto the bed, hovering over you. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby.”

You watched his dark eyes for a second before his lips fell onto your neck. He left small kisses all over you, taking bites on your every now and then. It scared you how you didn’t fight back— but his lips were so warm. You didn’t want to tell him to back off, you wanted him so bad. It’s why you let the man run his hand up your dress, letting him play with your clit. You let out the most scrumptious of moans that Taehyung had ever heard, loving the hold he had on you.

You let his fingers fuck you so deep and fast, enjoying every writhing moment. You came on him like so many other times before and you wanted him to do you so bad, even letting out a whine as he put your legs aside and leaned into your heat. “I need you, Tae.” You whine and pout at him.

“I know baby, but this virgin pussy needs to get some practice before we go all in. I don’t want to hurt you.” You nod, just wanting him to put his mouth on you. And he did so, he slurped up every inch of you, tongue teasing your clit to hear more of your moans. His movements were so sensual, making the pleasure you felt hit ten times harder, and you had thought that was the best of it until he began to muster his strength up on you. He had to hold your thrashing legs down as you came harder than you had before. He let you soak it all in, pushing your hair back in such a soft manner.

“I-I don’t think… I can cum again.” You whine, making the older man laugh into your shoulder.

“Yes you can baby, let me show you just how to do it.”

As tired as you were, you still wanted him. So you let him take control over your lank body. He pulls himself atop of you, body hovering over your own hot one. He softly touched your swollen clit, making you flinch from sensitivity— Taehyung relishing in it all.

You wished it didn’t hurt as much as it did. You wanted it to be a memorable first time, riding a wave of pleasure. And while Taehyung didn’t seem like a selfish lover— you were just… inexperienced and he seemed to forget it that night. You could feel the way his cock slid in and out of you, you clenched around him when you winced in pain, but he was far too enthralled in his own pleasure.

Watching his face contort with pleasure above you as you struggled with the pain made you come to a realization. You were a desperate person. So desperate for any sort of love, that you wanted to accept such a twisted person’s supposed love for you. You could still remember the way his fingers cover through your hair as he spoke of how much he loved you. It felt so good to have such words directed at you that you hadn’t fully thought of what you were doing. You’re just as sick as him.

You could feel a spurt of cum coat your walls with every pump. He carefully dropped his body onto youre, face in your neck, fingers running through his hair. Every breath you felt against your neck brought you closer to tears as he murmured how much he loves you. “Thank you.” You hold him, placing a small kiss on his temple.

After a long night of gossiping with Aera, a certain name catches her attention. That same night, you had managed to grab ahold of the broke kid’s address from your school, as horrible as you felt referring to him as that. Park Jimin was not a popular boy, having been the only person who passed enough rigorous tests to join such a prestigious school. That being said, he was a magnet for spoiled rich kids, becoming a punching bag for most everyone, even a few teachers as they found it easy to mess with him to pass time with their boring lives.

The newest rumor? He had yelled at one of the boys who was beating him, that he was leaving either way and that there was no reason to keep going. It was only fair that the conclusion was him running away. And so like the irrational person you were, you showed up to his place and sure enough, the idiots at your school were correct. The backpack he was carrying was stuffed to the brim, while his car out front held a few suitcases.

“What are you doing here?” Park Jimin looked at you with a bewildered look.

“I heard what you’re planning.”

“My move?”

“You're running away.”

“I mean… not really? My family’s waiting for me so…”

“But still… you’re running from school.”

“I’m not running from anything.” Jimin scoffs, shoving your shoulder as he walks away from you. You don’t back off, not when you wanted dearly to leave already.

“Okay, you’re not running. I’m sorry, I just have a favor to ask you.”

“And why would I do anything for you?” He asks as he tosses his backpack into the backseat. “I don’t even know you.”

“I know, I know this is weird… but I need to get out of here.” Jimin looks up at you, leaning against his run down car.

“What’d you do?” He questions. “I won’t be an accomplice to your murder or anything.”

“I wish it was murder.”

“You're sick.”

“Yeah well,” you sigh softly, fixing the bag on your shoulder. “What do you say? Want to give me a lift?”

It takes a second for him to answer, watching your tense figure. You kept looking over your shoulder, as if someone would come and grab you any second. It made him feel bad, and as bad as his attitude was at school, he himself wasn’t a bad guy. “Okay.”

“Yeah?” The hopeful look in your eyes made him sigh. He just hoped he wouldn’t regret it.

Jack-In-The-Box

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x reader

Genre: yandere au, monster/demon au, imaginary friend au

Summary: Your parents invite you to come take one last look at all your childhood belongings. Little did you know one held a sinister monster that you released from it’s prison - and his eyes are set on you.

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: yandere content, dark content, blood, mentions of gore, death, vomit, profanity, please read at your own risk

“Pumpkin!” Your mom exclaimed the second you stepped foot out of the car. She came running off the porch of your childhood home, engulfing your frame in an overbearingly tight hug, “It’s been too long, you need to start coming to visit more often.”

A smile stretched across your lips as you returned her hug, pulling away a brief moment later.

Your mother took your hand in hers, leading you inside. For a split second, her warm gaze flashed down to your bare arm, turning cold. Something solemn swirled in her eyes as she fixated on the scar you had since a young child.

You never knew how it showed up, neither did your parents, but shortly after your eighth birthday, a mark resembling awfully close to an ‘H’ appeared on the inside of your wrist.

“Everything’s,” the woman trailed off for a moment before quickly recollecting herself, “Everything is down the basement. Take anything you want and we’ll donate the rest.”

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Jack-In-The-Box

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x reader

Genre: yandere au, monster/demon au, imaginary friend au

Summary: Your parents invite you to come take one last look at all your childhood belongings. Little did you know one held a sinister monster that you released from it’s prison - and his eyes are set on you.

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: yandere content, dark content, blood, mentions of gore, death, vomit, profanity, please read at your own risk

“Pumpkin!” Your mom exclaimed the second you stepped foot out of the car. She came running off the porch of your childhood home, engulfing your frame in an overbearingly tight hug, “It’s been too long, you need to start coming to visit more often.”

A smile stretched across your lips as you returned her hug, pulling away a brief moment later.

Your mother took your hand in hers, leading you inside. For a split second, her warm gaze flashed down to your bare arm, turning cold. Something solemn swirled in her eyes as she fixated on the scar you had since a young child.

You never knew how it showed up, neither did your parents, but shortly after your eighth birthday, a mark resembling awfully close to an ‘H’ appeared on the inside of your wrist.

“Everything’s,” the woman trailed off for a moment before quickly recollecting herself, “Everything is down the basement. Take anything you want and we’ll donate the rest.”

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Froggy world

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

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

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

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

Human knowledge, basic human knowledge.

And you of course.

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

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

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

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Should I keeep going with this lol

Stairway to hell

I wrote this in 10 minutes LMFAO beware.

WARNINGS: death and obsessive tae

Sorry for the misspelling

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

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

Now, tae fell into the darkness.

"I want you all to myself" he cried

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

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

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

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

Withering rose (Preview)

STATUS: on going

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After, the rest was history.

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

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

555 Stockholm lane.

Warnings: death, mentions of sex

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

Red flashes marbled Jungkooks visual, red Red RED.

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

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

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

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

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

Dead

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