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Addiction | jjk (Teaser)

As the sun broke through the canopy of trees, time continued to pass. The leaves changed colors. Snow covered the world in a soft blanket of white. The snow melted into torrents of rain that gave birth to a wide array of wild flowers that littered over the entirety of the mountain. The smell of dew drops clinging to branches and leaves permeated the air and as a breath was taken, another bell chime rang out over the land.

Melding with the soft tones was a woman’s voice; a song dancing and weaving with the wind as it sailed through the skies - vanishing into the clouds. The sun disappeared, causing her raven curls and brown skin to blend into an even darker tint. Thunder rumbled in the distance and the last words of the song clung to the impending darkness, followed by a delicate silence.

Her hair whipped in every direction as the wind picked up speed. Slowly, she turned to look behind her but her face was hidden in shadows. Her silk robes of dark purple shook from the errant gusts swirling around her. She extended an arm out, her palm holding a single milky pearl in its center. Even in the darkness, it seemed to have a faint glow about it.

And then there was a whisper.

A whisper of a name.

Her name.

“...Vitani.”

Fandom: BTS Genre: Urban Fantasy!AU Fandom Work: “Addiction: A Gumiho Tale” by Admin E of The BiasRekkers

COMING SOON!

Shadow’s Birthright | MYG

CHAPTER 10: With Eyes Unclouded

Plot: Riding in on thunder and lightning, two princes are born. But a crown cannot be shared. It can only be worn by one and one alone. The hands of man have separated the brothers, allowing one to live in wealth and comfort inside the palace while the other grows up among commoners. But Fate cannot be destroyed by the hands of man. A shared destiny reunites the brothers; one to become a king who descends into madness and the other will rise as a dragon whose journey has only just begun in order to claim a crown he does not desire to have.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: series | historical!au | fantasy!au | angst | romance | drama | tragedy

Pairing: Min Yoongi (Lee Yoon) x Female OC (Kalina Shuri)

Warnings: Historical setting, caste system, magic/sorcery, graphic violence, disturbing graphic images, religious tones, angst, slow burn, smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,557

Tag List: @luxekook, @pinkpjmin, @btsaudge, @flowerwrites06, @stillcopingxx, @taevkimchi, @aroseforyoongi, @vivpurple7, @happilystrongthroughthedark, @sw33tnight, @nikkitane, @mini-coop25, @shrimpmsg, @ggukkieland​ @hobigif-ficrecs​​

AN: DUN DUN DUUUUUUUN...

P.S. Please bear in mind that while the historical accuracy will be mostly correct, I am setting this in a time period in Joseon history where there was no such thing as a king who had a twin brother. Obviously that’s where the fiction/creative freedom is going to come in. Everything else will be period accurate, trust and believe.

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“Vision is not what your eyes see, but an image that your brain comprehends.” - Touko Aozaki

Yoon left the Crown Princess’s palace in the middle of the night. He still had to get dressed for the long journey and he wanted to make sure that nothing would impede him from being able to leave at the desired hour. But he wasn’t heartless. The Crown Prince made sure to leave a note for her, as well as a small gift. Something to help her feel less lonely during the coming days while he was away in Ming.

After he finished dressing in his travel gear, Yoon rendezvoused with Bidam and Namgil. The small caravan of horses, supplies, and bodyguards were ready to depart. The moonlight shined down on them from above, negating the need for lanterns. If the road got foggy, they would light them. But only then. 

Namgil stifled a small yawn, causing Yoon to grin. Bidam elbowed the eunuch and he snorted, righting his position as the Crown Prince approached. They both bowed, awaiting his next instructions. Yoon gestured to the horses and the three men leaped onto their steeds. The horses whined and snorted in protest, but patiently waited for their riders to command them.

Craning his neck in different directions, Yoon made sure that everything was in place. He held his hand up and pointed forward. “Let’s head out.”

Bidam held his sword out by the scabbard. “Forward march!”

The heavy groan of wooden wheels and the scuffling of feet echoed over the sound of the horses clip-clopping along the dirt road. Yoon admired how clear the sky was. If Kalina’s words were true, then there would be no problems along the way. It would be a long trip, traversing rolling hills and open valleys, but nothing untoward would cross their paths. Others were on edge, as they were trained to be, but Yoon was completely relaxed.

He believed in his sorceress.

Both Namgil and Bidam sidled up on either side of him, matching his steady pace. The eunuch pressed the back of his wrist against his mouth, smothering down another yawn. “Will it be a long trip, Seja Cheo-ha?”

Yoon raised his hand up, sliding his fingers and thumb over the brim of his jeollip, making sure the round hat was secured tightly to his head. The black satin ribbons were tied under his chin, the large silver and black beads dangling across his shoulders. “You should prepare yourself, Namgil-ah.” He touched the silver tassel and flicked the peacock feather in amusement. 

He heard his attendant groan. “I am already tired just thinking about it.”

Bidam laughed loudly, clapping the eunuch on the shoulder hard enough for him to lean sideways on the saddle. “Stop acting like such a weakling!” He gripped the reins a little tighter. “It’ll be fun! We haven’t been away from the palace in a while.”

“No. Not since the last Royal Hunt.” Yoon felt his chest swell with pride. “It will definitely be interesting to see what will be waiting for us when we arrive.”

Namgil folded his arms across his chest, the reins dangling from his hands. “It’s going to take us nearly a week to get there.” He covered his face with one hand. “We will have to sleep outside!”

Yoon laughed as they continued their steady pace. Palace life was nice and often left most of the staff a bit spoiled. Even the lowliest servants were paid a better stipend than most commoners on the streets. He could see why Namgil was feeling a bit frazzled, but that didn’t mean it was something that couldn’t be overcome.

“I am curious about one thing, Your Highness.” 

He flashed Bidam a curious glance. “What is it?”

His bodyguard scratched at his temple. “Is there a reason why you picked that particular troupe to be able to perform in the palace again?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s just that…” Bidam rolled his shoulders a bit. “...isn’t that a common story they performed? I've even heard of it. What was so special about their reenactment?”

Yoon’s brows furrowed and he looked away, staring at the mane of hair draped over his horse’s neck. Honestly, he hadn’t given it much thought. It was such a passing thing and it wasn’t like he wanted the banquet in the first place. But Yoon truly did admire the time and effort spent to hone one’s craft. Even street performers were considered to be on the same tier as gisaengs. In the eyes of others, they were viewed even higher since gisaeng were, in a sense, slaves. Bidam wasn’t off with his assumptions. It truly was just like any other performance and it was a common tale.

But there was something…

“Truthfully?” He looked back at Bidam, a small smile forming on his lips. “I think it was the demon that drew me in.”

“What?” Namgil leaned forward on his horse so he could peek at the Crown Prince. “But why?”

Yoon shrugged. “There was just something about his performance that captivated me.” 

“Captivated? You?” Bidam grinned. “That’s high praise indeed. Rarely anything impresses you.”

He chuckled. “I think he’s talented. The entire troupe is, in fact.” Yoon smiled at both of his friends. “I just wanted to give them the opportunity to be able to succeed in this wretched and unfair world we live in. That’s all.”

It wasn’t a lie. But it wasn’t the entire truth either. The truth was that there was something about that performer that made his heart hurt. It was like he’d been struck by a bolt of lightning out of the blue. Yet even that seemed like a pathetic comparison, now that he thought about it.

Yoongi knew he needed to get back home. But he also couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Jimin behind. Not until he knew his friend was fully up and about, functional and productive in the world again. Kali politely allowed them all to stay inside her estate. She also provided the excuse Yoongi would need in case he returned to find his father had beaten him home. She was far too generous, even with his outburst the night prior.

There was so much swimming in his head. But instead of cornering Taehyung and demanding for answers, he remained silent and kept vigil over Jimin. Kali reassured him that he would just need to rest. The poison perspired from his system overnight. The worst of it was over. But she did make a point in stating that had they been even one hour late, Jimin’s spirit would already be on its way to the Underworld. 

The potency of the poison was frightening. Thankfully, Kali’s seer abilities allowed her to prepare for their arrival. He shuddered to think of the darker aspect of her power and was thankful that she was a friend and not a foe.

Sighing, he stood from the chair he sat in at Jimin’s bedside and went to the table to retrieve a wet towel from the brass basin. Wringing out the cloth, he returned and began dabbing the sweat away from his friend’s brow and forehead. His complexion was, for the most part, back to normal. But he still needed to eat and move around to fully purge the poison from his system.

Yoongi’s breath caught in his throat when he saw Jimin’s brows furrow slightly. Little wrinkles formed on his nose until his eyelids fluttered, opening fully and then staring listlessly at the ceiling. Yoongi leaned forward, waving a hand over his friend’s face. Jimin didn’t blink.

“Have you regained consciousness?” Yoongi’s voice sounded so foreign in his ears at that moment.

Jimin blinked. Then he slowly turned his head so he could look up at Yoongi. For a second, he feared the worst. Was his friend blind? Or had he gone deaf? He’d heard of certain poisons having that kind of effect. 

Jimin nodded, then attempted to sit up. When Yoongi reached out to help him, he saw his friend shrink back a measure. This confused him greatly, causing him to fall back into his chair as the wet rag in his hand dropped to the floor. 

“Hey, Jimin-ah,” he managed to croak, “what’s the matter with you?” Yoongi pressed a hand to his chest as he leaned forward. “It’s me. Min Yoongi.”

For a long moment, all Jimin did was stare wide-eyed at him. Had the poison actually affected his mind instead? It felt like a lump of ice was dropped into the pit of his stomach, causing Yoongi’s throat to close up. He tried to swallow but found it was difficult to do so. The moisture in his mouth seemed to disappear. 

Then, suddenly, Jimin scrambled onto his knees. Half of the blanket was bunched up around him, but this didn’t seem to bother him. Yoongi didn’t know what to make of this. It wasn’t until he saw Jimin lower his head to his hands, prostrating himself, that Yoongi shot up from his chair so fast that it clattered to the floor. 

“W-What...what…” He was struggling to get the words out, too shocked by Jimin’s actions. “What do you think you’re doing right now, Jimin-ah?!”

“Daegun Mama!”

Yoongi felt his heart jump straight into his throat. For a moment, he forgot how to formulate coherent sentences. His back leg shifted slightly, his heel bumping into the discarded chair. Before he could ask anything further, footsteps thundered through the hallway and the sliding door was flung open. An uncomfortable feeling slithered up his back. It only intensified when he saw his friends staring wide-eyed at him for the briefest of seconds before they, too, fell to their knees on the floor.

This wasn’t happening. Whatever this was, it wasn’t happening!

“Your Excellency!” Their voices were all in sync, echoing around him. 

Yoongi covered his ears and shook his head back and forth. “What nonsense are you all babbling about?” His eyes shut tight as he continued to shake his head roughly. “Stop calling me that! What gives you...what reason do you all have?!”

He felt something tug at the hem of his tunic, causing him to look directly at Jimin. There was something glinting in his friend’s eyes, but he wasn’t sure what it could be. Was it awe? Was it fear? Or was it something else altogether? Yoongi had no way of knowing. But instead of feeling relief and joy over knowing his friend was, in fact, alive and well, all he could feel was a heavy sense of dread weighing on his chest. It made it difficult for him to breathe, let alone think straight.

Helplessness clawed at Yoongi’s throat and he quickly grasped Jimin’s hands between his palms. His friend swiftly lowered his head and this caused him to roar out in frustration. He saw Jimin’s shoulders jump slightly; more from his sudden outburst than anything else. It wasn’t like Yoongi to lose his temper like this. But he was being left in the dark and he despised it. Kali referring to him as “Young Master” was one thing. This was on a completely different level.

Because he was just addressed by a title claimed by royalty.

Specifically that of a prince who claimed legitimacy. 

“Daegun Mama…” he heard the others murmur again and Yoongi whirled around angrily. “...please, forgive us, Your Excellency!”

“Stop calling me that!” Yoongi’s voice shook both the room and himself. “Stop lying! Enough of your lies! STOP IT!”

“It’s true, Your Excellency!” This time it was Taehyung who spoke, lifting his face to peer up at him. “We dare not speak lies before you. Not about this! Not this!”

His entire body was trembling as he fought back the urge to explode and tear everything in the room apart. “LIAR! It’s not true!”

“Daegun Mama, please listen!” Yoongi could hear the desperation in Jimin’s voice as he clung to his tunic once again. “We overheard your father speaking to the King!” Turning, he felt his eyes bulging out of his head as he stared pointedly at his friend. Tears leaked from Jimin’s eyes as he spoke. “Your father, Min Dojin-ssi...he was the King’s former bodyguard! He was the Commander of the Royal Bodyguards!”

Heat radiated from Yoongi’s ears as if they were on fire. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. All those trips to the Crown City were so he could see the King of Joseon? That explained how his father was so skilled at martial arts. It also made sense as to why he was more relenting toward teaching Yoongi the necessary skills he needed to fight.

But that didn’t answer why his friends were referring to him as a Grand Prince.

“S-So what?” muttered Yoongi as he glared down at Jimin. “So what?! That doesn’t tell me anything! That doesn’t explain why you all are kneeling before me! I’m nobody! I’m nothing, do you hear me?!”

“Min Dojin isn’t your father by blood. Your Majesty, the King, is. That’s why the Crown Prince shares your face.” Taehyung sounded absolutely defeated. Yoongi could hear it in his voice; like he was unable to fathom or process the next thing that was going to come tumbling from his mouth. “He is...your twin brother.”

What stability remained in Yoongi’s legs gave way, causing him to collapse to the floor completely. Tears streamed from his eyes as he stared up at the ceiling. Whatever words were spoken after that were lost to his ears. He couldn’t hear anything. Nothing could overcome the painful booming of his own heart as it thundered against his chest and ribs. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be real!

But a certain proverb from one of the many Confucian analects Kali lent to him sat at the forefront of his thoughts. 

“Real knowledge is to know the extent of one's ignorance.”

He’d been ignorant for all of his life. Everyone kept him in the dark. His father-no, his adopted father kept him blind. Kali knew the truth but abstained from speaking. All the questions he had in his life careened through his mind like a stampede and only by seeking the truth was he able to come to his own conclusion. It was the only way he was able to climb out of the pit of self-ignorance. Yoongi only wanted to be a filial son and perform his duties as a proper son should. He’d never known the truth.

Part of him never wanted to know.

But now it was no longer an option. 

Slowly, he turned his head and saw Kali standing in the doorway. When their eyes met, she lowered her head in a bow that was on a different level of respect he’d ever seen given from her. Was this the same gesture she gave to anyone who was of nobility? Or royalty?

Yoongi’s shoulders shook slightly as he wiped at his eyes with his sleeve. What am I supposed to do now?

As if she’d read his mind, Kali flashed him a gentle smile. But she remained silent. It would be up to him. It was always his choice.

Kali was right. It wouldn’t matter what choice he made after this. The end result would be the same.

He just needed to make one.

Snapdragon

Author D.

Pairing Jungkook / Reader (female)

Genre College AU | Fratboy AU | Romance | Angst | Fluff

Warning Cheating

Word count 18.5k

Summary Jungkook couldn’t stop looking at her. She was sitting on the edge of his bed with her head down and her hands on her knees, her knuckles white. He wished he could avert his gaze but something inside him wanted to masochistically remember this moment. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and his own hands trembling inside the pocket of his jeans. If he didn’t know himself better, he could swear his eyes were also starting to sting. What’s happening to me? Y/N finally took a deep trembling breath, as if she was trying to compose herself and not cry. She looked him in the eyes with all the courage she could gather and finally spoke the words he had been secretly preparing himself to hear. “I never thought I could hate someone as much as I hate you. I hate you, Jungkook. With all my heart.”

A/N Beware of poetic license and heavy citations. To be edited.

©️ dfdph, 2020 - all rights reserved. Reposting or translating onto other sites is NOT allowed.

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the art of touch | kth. (m)

banner by the lovely solaris @jamaisjoons​​ <3

➵ summary : kim taehyung’s life as a painter was the definition of monochromatic. many revered his talents with the likes of a prodigy, even possessing the midas touch. however, taehyung sadly despised anything he ever painted. that was, until, he earned the opportunity to meet you. with a connection too magnetic to deny, not only do you become the most beautiful work of art taehyung has ever painted, but also join him in the steamy art of touch and romance. 

➵ pairing : royal painter!taehyung x princess!reader

➵ genre : royalty!au, period piece, s2l, forbidden romance, sinful smut (porn but with plot), baby angst, fluff, two-shot

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 24k

➵ warnings : swearing, sexual tension, MULTIPLE smut scenes, like absolute porn, taehyung is a sexy, irresistible fucker, but sweet too, slight dom/kinky!tae, big dick!tae, virgin!reader, heavy making out, pussy fondling, f. masturbation, dirty talk, nipple/breast play, biting, marking, teasing, overstimulation, cum worship play (he loves cum), thigh-riding, bondage, gagging, orgasm control/denial, edging, crying, begging, praising, oral (f. and m. receiving), passionate pussy-eating, fingering, hair-pulling, hand jobbing, spitting, like loads of saliva play? if that’s a thing? (painter tae’s nasty), throat-fucking, swallowing, spanking, size kink

➵ a/n : this is my reupload after the fic has been split into a two-shot! there’s a new scene added in at the end as well, i hope it delivers well hehe 😌 massive thank you to my lovely @amourtae​​​ and my wonderful bee @inkedtae​​​ for beta-ing this concoction of pure sin!! as always, feedback means the world to me <3

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wc: 5.2k

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The clock chimes five times when you look up from your assignment. Bleary-eyed, you have no idea how late it has gotten, the office deserted save for the few janitors starting their jobs. You yawn and stretch, finally feeling the soreness of your back after spending hours hunched over your computer.

Pulling a duffel bag from underneath your desk, you rummage through its contents, going through the mental checklist to make sure that you have all your things for your sleepover with your boyfriend.

The two of you often have opposite schedules and as Hoseok’s fame grows, the time you spend with him shrinks. After planning for months, you’ve finally found a time where your schedules matched up. A weekend full of lounging around in your pajamas while watching movies and eating your weight in junk food is just what the doctor ordered. You exit your office building with a bounce in your step, humming happily while thinking of Hoseok.

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