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One (4.9k) 

summary: you should have known better than than to enter into a special contract with Kim Taehyung because underneath his charismatic aura lies something far more sinister.

pairing: yan!lawyer!taehyung x law student!fem reader

disclaimer: this story is fiction. it will feature yandere themes. manipulation, power imbalance, sexual assault, corruption, politics, gaslighting, violence, smut. 

            Dressed in a black turtleneck topped with a brown coat, a pair of black jeans and pointed leather shoes―Kim Taehyung looked nothing short of regal as he made his way towards the bar, everyone’s gaze following him. His hands were buried deep into the pockets of his coat, his dark wavy hair covering most of his eyes; adding the effect of mystery that he had around him. There was no denying the unbelievable attractiveness of Kim Taehyung and anyone saying otherwise would obviously be lying to themselves. If perfection was humanized, it would be him. Not only was he gorgeous, but he was brilliant too. He was an alumnus at your law school, two years above you and was a very loved and bragged about student by the professors. He graduated top of his class and immediately upon passing the bar examinations (which he also topped), he was offered a job at the most renowned law firm in the country and Asia―Park & Jung―but he turned it down and instead worked for the Public Attorney’s Office as a defense lawyer for indigent parties which caused quite a stir in the legal world because it was an unspoken rule that if Park & Jung offered you a position at their law firm; you take it, no questions asked. Every lawyer wanted to be part of the historic firm. Apparently, except for Kim Taehyung.

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Pygmalion | Taehyung x Reader

Pairing: Vampire Taehyung x  Reader 

Word Count: 11.7k

Series: (4/7) Predator Universe

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Kidnapping, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Kissing, Non-Consensual Touching, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Stalking, Mentions of Murder, Depictions of Gore, Blood, Lot’s of Blood, Like Intense Amounts of it, Mentions of Painting with Blood, Tae Basically Draws Lude Fanart of the MC, Insecure MC, Mentions of Childhood Bullying, MC Deals with Symptoms of Body Dysmorphia, MC Has Incredibly Low Self Esteem

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: “Then let me show you how persuasive I can be,” He breathed, resting his hands on the desk on either side of you.

He leaned in a bit closer to you, his eyelashes fluttering subtly as his gaze traveled over every inch of your face. It was almost as if he was just as mesmerized by you as you were of him. The only difference was the fact that your knees were trembling beneath your weight on the verge of collapsing, you were about to go boneless. 

And he hadn’t even said a word. 

A/N: It’s almost 2 in the morning and I am delirious from lack of sleep, that midnight motivation really had me in a chokehold. I’ll edit this tomorrow I just need to get it out so I can sleep tonight lol. As always, I hope you enjoy and I hope to see you in the comments and in my inbox 💜💜💜

Your lips were pressed together firmly as you exhaled from your nose. 

Your fingers fiddled anxiously with the shiny pearlescent buttons of your coat, you were in one of those moods again. You didn’t like to put a name to the feeling, for as long as you could remember it was better leaving it as one of those things that were to be left unsaid. The only way you could describe it was a strange sense of claustrophobia in your own skin. 

You thought that you had been doing better, it had been weeks since you last felt like this and you were so certain that you were on the road to recovery. But the feeling liked to creep up on you when you least expected it as well as at the worst times possible. 

You wanted to be better, you really did, but that was part of the problem. Years of feeling like you could be better, like you were nothing, had dragged you down into this cyclone of wretched feelings. There were days in between where you felt “normal” but those days had so often been overpowered and thrown into the shadows by those horrible thoughts that never totally went away. 

It was on days like these, cloudy, foggy, and wet with mist, that their words would echo in the back of your mind. 

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The Devil’s Patience | Yandere! Taehyung

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Fem! Reader

Summary: Taehyung pays you a late night visit when you take too long to leave your husband. 

Warnings: manipulation, infidelity, explicit content (penetrative sex), disturbing content, cuckolding, there’s a gun 

Word Count: 2.1K

You woke up to the muzzle of a gun pressed against your forehead.

The curtains fluttered in surrender to the unmoving shadows on the carpet. The rays of moonlight that softly illuminated the two dormant figures on the bed were  replaced by the sudden flickering of jaundiced, artificial light. 

The glass of honey and milk remained hot and untouched on the nightstand, abandoned by the very person it was made for. 

The milk didn’t ricochet even as your husband who laid beside you was forcefully gagged with rope. It appeared course and frayed as it dug into your husband’s cheeks and seemed to tear his mouth open at the seams when dragged out of his comfortable bed. 

You heard the legs of a chair standing to attention where your quivering feet rested at the mattress’ edge. You couldn’t hear Dohyun’s muffled screams when all you were able to focus on is the gentle breathing from the man straddling you on the bed. His sharp cologne had your senses wrapped around his finger. Diptyque. You had picked it out just for him and had applied it to the wrist holding the loaded gun to your skull.

Taehyung’s gaze was beautiful and unwaveringly cold like the moon hanging on the night sky. 

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Poison Apple

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Fem Reader ; Min Yoongi x Fem Reader

AU: Yandere!au, Moneylender!Taehyung 

Genre: Angst, Mature, Smut

Warnings: NON CON, Hard Yandere behavior, forced witness, kidnapping, implied forced pregnancy, emotional abuse, violence, character death, voluntary starvation, degradation and physical abuse, manipulation, profanity, smut, blood, knives, guns, and murder. 

Word count: 22.35k

I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I waterd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night. Till it bore an apple bright.

                                                - William Blake

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction and I do not condone any of the actions of the characters in this fiction. This is to be treated as pure fantasy, and should not be misconstrued to be demeaning the idols in any way. If any of the above warnings cause you discomfort, kindly refrain from reading. 

This is a non-consensual setting, please proceed only if you are not triggered by the warnings. I repeat, please be sure to read all the warnings carefully.

 Author’s note:  This is the longest fic I’ve ever written. I’ve been mulling it over in my head for years now. Please don’t come at my throat, it is non-con yandere. Enjoy!

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Beastly Gods (M)

Pairings:  Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader x ??? Word Count: 8K Rating: M Genre: Hybrid AU, Thriller, Drama Warnings:  Smut scene (Unprotected Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Fingering, Cum Play), Blood, Captivity, Themes of Obsession and Ownership.

Summary: ‘Don’t leave the forest,’ a rule that you’ve been forced to follow since birth, but you are tired of living in this wooden cage. Out of desperation you cut a deal with Taehyung, who claims to be the only one who can get you out safely, even though he might be just as dangerous as the god you’re trying to escape.

AN: Not your typical Hybrid AU. At first I was going to release secondary love interest information, but then I thought, fuck it, you’ll guys will just have to wait until the end to see who watches over the forest *Cackles*. Story is dedicated to @lovelesscherry​ who reblogged a cabin room photo that started this whole mess of an idea. 

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A large oak stands in front of you as your best method to reach the sky, the only tool you have for your small calculated rebellion.

You’ve been taught since birth, ‘Don’t leave the forest. As long as you remain within the woods you are safe, but  anything which goes out beyond the line of trees is his to take. ’ The lessons refer to the so called protector of your forest, a self proclaimed god, and the one you live to hate. Some have made attempts to leave over the years, to go past the tree line but none of them have returned. The people of your village believe them to be dead but you hold out hope that maybe they found something better.

You grab the first branch and haul yourself up. The first step is always the most difficult, with such a large distance between it and the forest floor. Going from there is only too easy, stepping from limb to limb as you make your rise to the top.    

Three generations of your people have resided in this place. Some call it home but to you it is nothing more than a cage. The branches creating the bars which entrap you in this life. You wish to see the open sky unobscured by the reach of the trees, so everyday you make the climb to the highest tree top you can.

Those that had made previous attempts to escape left the forest perimeter on the ground, but you take your brief moment of freedom from up high. You delight in having found a weakness in his pen, one god surely would have difficulty watching all sides of the forest, why would he even bother to check the treetops? Up here you are safe, you are free. It may seem like a pointless rebellion but to you it’s everything, reaching beyond the branches has become your way of showing that you are not complacent.

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Prologue|Confinement

Summary:  

My stomach lurched as my screams reached till my throat to let out all the fear that had been building inside me however nothing but a strangled cry left my lips.

I felt Trapped!

With no way out, no door, no windows, a seal, not even a crevice but absolute blackness with no trace of light.

I was longing for the warmth of sunlight, refreshing breeze in long grasses, and freedom to touch the sky but how would I escape the confinement?

When the prison was my mind itself!

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Cut (Taehyung x Reader)

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 14.5k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Stalking, Obsession, Non-Consensual Touching, Non Con, Dub Con, Outercourse, Drugging, Manipulation, NSFW

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

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Preview: Those dark eyes followed the stream of tears running down your face, becoming entranced by the sight before him. Without any thought, he leaned forward and licked a stripe from the top of his hand to the skin beneath your eyes tasting the salty tear on the tip of his tongue. You jumped again in disgust and panic, recoiling so hard you knocked your head back into the wall behind you. He tilted his head back in ecstasy, a moan breaking free from his lips at the taste that tainted his tongue. A twisted part of him hoped that piece of you would be inside of him forever, that that single tear would tie the two of you together for an eternity. 

A/N: I want to give the biggest shout out in the world to @na-yiii this fic would not have been possible without her help and guidance while I was writing it. She inspired majority of this fic and helped me battle my writer’s block. Please send her some love because this really wouldn’t have happened without her, thank you so much 💜

This fic was also inspired by an ask I was sent by an anon, I hope you don’t mind that some things were changed!

Your shoes echoed in the quiet of the night, gentle scuffs against the pavement as you walked down the dimly lit street in a hurry. It was eerie, how quiet and empty the streets were. To anyone else it would feel like they were the only person in the world, suspended in a point in time where there was perpetual darkness, silence, and loneliness. It was foreboding and ominous. You shivered as you trekked on, heading in the direction of a lone parking garage. The walk had been anxiety inducing, the quiet and the dark beginning to get to you as you forced yourself to walk faster to your car. You could have sworn you heard footsteps behind you, light and fast just like your own.

You let out a heavy sigh as you reached your car, going to fish your keys from your bag as you fell into a relaxed state having worried for nothing. But, before you knew it, there were a strong pair of arms snapping around your chest and lifting you backwards. You opened your mouth in an attempt to scream only to have it muffled by his gloved hand. You squirmed violently in an attempt to break free from his python like hold around you. You could hear him grunting in frustration behind you, he was becoming agitated with your attempts to free yourself. You felt his leather covered fingers weave through your hair, gripping it hard before rearing your head back and slamming it into the hood of your car. Not once, but twice. Your body fell limp, disorientated as he began to drag your limp body away from the safety you thought your car had provided. 

You moaned in pain, weakly tugging your limbs to try and get away. The man said nothing and did nothing in reaction, he just simply continued to drag you in the direction of a waiting car. His concealed hand reached for the handle of the backseat door preparing to open it only to be cut off by a sharp cry of another voice.

“Cut!” The director screamed. 

At the sound of that single word, you lifted yourself into a sitting position and stretched. Your joints popped and ached in protest as you did so. This was the seventh time you had filmed that specific scene, each time your co-star lifted you had rendered you rather sore and stiff. These long hours on set were definitely not doing you any favors.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, pulling his hood off his head and crouching down next to you. 

“Yeah, I’m alright. A little sore is all.” You reassured him with a strained and tired smile. The moon hung high in the sky still, it was painfully late at night and all you wanted at this point was to curl up in the comfort of your bed and finally go to sleep. But, you wanted to be an actress and that wouldn’t come to you without some hard work involved. 

You hadn’t gotten many big auditions in your career. You had appeared on one to many commercials and had some small roles in TV shows and Dramas. It really was beginning to feel like you never were going to make it in the industry. This was the most work you had gotten in a while, and for once you were a key point in the story line. This time around, you had landed a gig for a re-enactment segment of a true crime TV show. You were playing a woman who had gone missing a few months ago in the parking garage of her college campus. The whole event had kicked up quite a fuss, the campus was in some deep shit. Because of their lack of security measures, a young woman with a bright future had been taken from the world. Since you were portraying her, you researched as much as you could about her disappearance as well as who she was. She was just another girl, much like you, who had made some reckless decisions and you felt for her. Her family was distraught, still looking for her with all of their time and effort. Many outsiders believed she had been dead for a long time though, her kidnapping too perfect with so little to go on that it had to have been planned perfectly. The most popular theory was that she had been abducted and was being trafficked. You hoped that wasn’t true. 

You rose to your feet, dusting off your pants as you reached for the prop that was your bag once more. You couldn’t help but wonder what that night must have been like for her, how scared she was. But a greater part of you didn’t want to know. 

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Made For Each Other

M a s t e r l i s t

↱ Paring: soft yandere! Taehyung x reader

↱ Genre: Fluff, some angst but never for long, Romance, Humour (i hope lol)

↱ Summary: After Taehyung kidnapped you, you made a vow to never let yourself fall in love with him. It seems Taehyung is determined to make you break that promise…

↱ Masterlist for all my other fics 💖

↱ Author’s note: decided to make a masterlist for all of them since they’re starting to pile up. this isn’t really a chronological series, though they are arranged here in order technically. It’s just a bunch of extended drabbles set in the same premise that are an excuse for me to write self-indulgent tooth-rotting fluff lol hope u enjoy 💕💕

DROWSY - You’ve been having a bad night, but when a handsome stranger saves you from the rain, you start to think maybe your luck’s improving. How were you to know what would happen? How were you to know you would end up making a vow you were destined to break?

MADE FOR EACH OTHER - After Taehyung kidnapped you, you promised yourself you would never fall in love with him. It seems Taehyung is determined to make you break that promise. 

NEEDY - Taehyung has to go back to work, but you don’t want him to leave. Tears and kisses and fluffy resolutions ensue.

CHERRY KISSES - You join Taehyung at work, and meet the rest of the boys. A ridiculous amount of fluff for a yandere series, honestly. I’m sorry.

JEALOUSY - After Taehyung spends too much time on his work and not enough time on you, you decide to take matters into your own hands… which leads into him taking you into his own hands (if yknow what i mean ;))))))

GOOD GIRL - “Ah, I see. You don’t want to be my Princess anymore then, hmm?”

“Taehyung, I-”

“Listen, Y/n. I have been patient with you, even when you were being unreasonable. But this is the last straw. You don’t want to talk to me? You don’t want to see me? Fine. You won’t have to.”

100 DAYS - You and Taehyung celebrate your 100th day anniversary… again. (it’s really 272 days, but who’s counting?)

THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS - A drunken man tries to assault you, and you see for the first time what it’s like for Taehyung to really lose his temper…

asks

How did the two of you meet and how did he take you?

How does he punish you?

How do you spend Christmas together and how does Taehyung spoil you? 

What is Taehyung’s job? (and are the other boys also yandere?)

How does Taehyung treat his children?

Did Y/n ever try to run away?

Did Tae make y/n spend time with him back when she didn’t like him?

a mini series:

How would Taehyung and y/n raise their kids?

More on Taehyung and y/n (and the other members) raising kids

What would happen if Tae had a daughter and she snuck out to meet A Boy and came back with a hickey?

What would happen if Y/n helped their daughter sneak out to meet That Boy?

What if That Boy was Hoseok’s son???

which led to…

mfeeu! second generation profiles

Nation’s Sweetheart;; KTH

Word Count;; 4.3k

Genre;; Yandere, Idolverse

Pairing;; Taehyung x Reader

Request;;  

“Can do an idolverse w/ Yandere!V w/ a reader who also is in a popular GG but she breaks up w/ because she wants to focus more on her career and V threatens to release something scandalous of her if she does?”

Summary;; 

In order to protect both your and Taehyung’s careers, you choose to break up with your long-term boyfriend. While dealing with the usual pain that comes after a separation, you find yourself struggling to explain your actions while also maintaining a healthy distance to safeguard your heart, which isn’t made easy when Taehyung comes strolling back into the picture. Things take a dangerous turn when your past refuses to stay dead and threatens to take you down with it.

Warnings;; 

Yandere, blood, swearing, violence, manipulation, abuse and blackmail.

Notes;; 

I dislike this one and I didn’t get any input or editing from my sister this time because she’s too busy watching kdrama FMVs!! :’) 

Main Masterlist || BTS Masterlist

   You felt suffocated.

   "Well, well, well,“ Taehyung’s voice rumbled in your own chest as he spoke, his body pressed so close against yours you could feel him breathing. "Looks like our Nation’s Sweetheart is trending again.”

   You felt suffocated by his embrace as he held you.

   His thighs trapped you between his legs and his feet locked yours to the spot. You were close enough to feel his every movement just as he could feel yours. When you tried to inch away, he’d tighten his hold on you. Like a boa constrictor, he held you in place without an inch to give. Even the smallest shuffle resulted in him buckling down and pulling you closer to him.

   You felt suffocated by this thing you called a relationship.

   With his global recognition and your rising popularity, you rarely had time to see one another. When you did, the hoops you had to jump through just to keep it hidden was on another level of ridiculous. You wanted a regular relationship, or as much of one as you could manage as an idol, but two idols dating seemed impossible. Dating Taehyung felt so empty - it had been so long since you felt sparks that you wondered if they ever existed in the first place.

   You felt suffocated by his touch, by his gaze, by his presence.

   You felt suffocated by his love.

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i’ve been trying to find yandere idol au and thank u for this 🤲🏻 this is amazinggg, i love the plot! <33

Will you be mine ?

Pairing: Yandere Taehyung x Bodyguard Foreigner Reader

Genre: Yandere💀, Idol AU🎤, Bodyguard AU 🔫, 🔥🐌 *slow burn* 🦥 🔥

Based on request:

can I request a yandere taehyung x bodyguard OC? where Tae needs a new bodyguard...The female OC is very intimidating and everyone is easily scared of her but at the same that she's very pretty , she always do her job successfully(which is protecting tae) ,very professional, she's witty and very smart but she's extremely hard to get, she's not the girl you can fool and always stands uo for herself,etc. While Tae is secretly attracted to her(sexually and romantically) , and there's a lot of sexual tension too? thank uu I'm a new follower🙇‍♀️💞

Warning ⚠️: Yandere Content, Abuse of power, Gaslighting,( Implied )Murder, Lockdown *it's not covid related- bc even I'm traumatised about that*, panic attack, suicide, past trauma, ptsd, Stalking, mentions blood. [I think that's it.]

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The city of Seoul was new to you.

Tired of your life, you had decided to find a place for a fresh new start. Numbering the countries of the world and going to Google for a random number generator.

South Korea.

Flashed infront of your eyes as if the city was calling to you. You spent a year in preparation for it. Informing your friends and family of your decision. Learning Korean and looking for possible jobs.

With a job of airport security at hand. You left for the country.

The first few months were lonely and confusing. Despite knowing the language you never really fit in with your new friends.

To top it off before the year passed you lost your job. They fired you for unexplained reasons. You suspected that it was because the manager wanted to give his niece your position.

Maybe it was for the better because instead of accepting defeat it brought forth the competitive side of you.

Being a trained security personnel as a female was never an easy job. You had to be tough as a nut.

So you found yourself day in day out in the employers agency of Itaewon, the place where you lived. It had the most foreign popularity which made you feel amazing. As it offered you exactly what you were looking for... a change of pace.

Eun Sang the girl at the employment agency had become familiar with you. Infact she almost felt sad for you while she was happy to see you knowing that you didn't have a job wasn't what she wished for you.

The opening of the door brought the outside air in. You held some snacks. Even bringing some for Eun Sang. Currently you were working as a part timer at different jobs.

"Hello, do you have anything for me.... well other than the gym instructor job. No offense it looks like an undercover brothel." You say.

"I have one you might be interested in, actually. There's this agency looking for a live in Bodyguard for their artist. It has a decent pay too"

"When's the interview?" You ask interested.

"It's tomorrow. And before you ask I already submitted your CV."

"Thanks Eun Sang you're the best once I get the job I will treat you to a meal."

"I will count on it." Her eyes land on the clock. "Hurry Y/n your shift starts soon."

You nod. Hopefully your visa problem would be solved.

Taehyung was very uninterested in letting any one invade his private space. Being a public figure. Fans knew a lot about him. While he loved sharing his life sometimes it did get overwhelming and he wanted to hide in his own shadow. To worsen things he had been receiving death threats. He almost had to cancel a lot of his schedules. The management suggested he get a live in Bodyguard.

It was where he randomly picked up the most interesting resumes.

There was a school guards, a person with actual experience protecting idol and then yours, a pretty foreigner.

"Taehyung ssi, are you sure these are your selections." The staff whose name he hasn't bothered to learn asks him.

"The fans will be so sad if they get to know how the management forced someone I didn't want in my living space... we don't want fans angry do we?" He says not even looking up from his phone.

Taehyung's manager entered with an iced tea for Taehyung.

The staff left.

"Be nice Taehyung-ah."

"Ah hyung you know why I keep distance with the staff. You know how many girls left because they had their sights on me."

The manager sighed. It was true a lot of staff had caused trouble mistaking Taehyung's bright and friendly nature for something more.

The managers only hope was that things don't go bad now. It was the peak of Taehyung's career after all.

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You couldn't sleep the night before the interview. Worry for your future stealing away sleep. It wasn't the end of the world. If worst came to worst you'd move back home. Still this city with all its disappointment was dreamy. The lights and racing life. The city was awake and it spoke to you.

Of your life so far you've has the best and the worst moments here. You know you can never belong here. Seoul would never be home to you still it felt like the city called to you, like some fragment of your soul resonated and felt alive in this city.

You walk aimlessly in the busy streets and around 3 am you find yourself hungry and infront of a foodstall.

You search your pocket for change. You don't have enough money to buy the fish shaped bun the lady is selling.

"Do you want some child." The lady asks.

"No ahjumma. I dont have enough money on me." You tell her.

"Ah you're from outside but your Korean is so good. Consider it a gift from me." She says handing you a paperback filled with the snack.

You find yourself tearing up at the kindness shown by this stranger. You thank her and decide to eat at the park.

You sit on a bench keeping the bag by your side. You realise the walking has awoke thirst. You spot a vending machine and decide to get something to drink.

Once you return to your bench, you find a man eating your snack.

"Excuse me.. sir thats my packet you're eating from."

The man looks up, at the corner of his mouth bread crumbs are stuck but they do nothing to take away from his handsome features.

"How do you know its yours not mine?"

He was right.

"So is this.. yours?"

"Haven't you heard finders keepers." He says grinning.

"'Hey." You exclaim as he picks up the packet and trys to escape. Not knowing he messed with the wrong person. You rush after him. Manage to catch his hoodie.

He raises his hands in defeat with not an ounce of shame on his face but an amused grin.

Psycho. You think.

"You win. " He says.

"Does this look like a game to you."

"Maybe." He says acting innocent and if you were someone else you'd fall for that.

"Aren't you too old to be playing such childish pranks."

"I apologise." He says bowing.

"It's fine. I'm not hungry anymore you can have it."

"Thank you. If we meet again I will surely buy you a meal." He says.

You nod not believing a word that escapes him. It's late and you have an interview tomorrow.

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You take great care to check for creases in your formal pants and shirt. You'd dressed simply as possible. Only applying a bb cream on your face to even out your skintone and a non coloured lip balm. Standing out never did any favours in a job of bodyguards. Blending in was often necessary.

You change multiple buses reaching your destination. Your CV in a file kept in your bagpack. Along with a few snacks and water bottle. Through the ride you pray that get the job.

Entering the building, you are given an interview pass and directed to sit with others. There's a decent amount of people already present and as you wait a few more come in. Other than you all applicants belong to the male gender. This doesn't surprise you. Its tough for females to be bodyguards. You found it to be your true calling.

Soon It's your turn.

"Ms Y/N L/N." One of the interviewer asks.

You nod.

"Can you speak Korean?" The man asks.

"Yes, Sir." You reply confidant

"Good, good."

The second man looks up from your CV. He looks like he's the Head of security from his strong build.

"What brought you to Korea."

"I wanted to experience new opportunities and develop my skills so that I could further my career."

"Do you know who you'll be guarding?" The second man asks suspicion apparent in his tone. You feel like you're being interrogated for a crime you didn't commit. Still you stay calm.

"I'm aware the person is going to be a celebrity but I don't know who?"

"Are you sure?"

You are confused by the questioning.

"Yes, we weren't informed about the client."

"'Tell me Ms. Y/N . Doesn't it seem strange that a foreign lady who recently arrived to Korea that too in a job at the airport which she left earlier than the original contract is trying to apply to a job to guard a celebrity who's being harrased by a Sasaeng from *home country* ."

When he put it like that it did sound too logical to be coincidental .

But if there was one thing you really couldn't stand was someone disrespecting you for who you were and from where you came from. 

"Respectfully speaking, Nothing gives you the right to criminalise me. I came here for a job interview and not to be insulted or have my home disrespected. I will tell you sir keep your job to yourself and scrap my name from that list. If you had no intention of hiring me you shouldn't have wasted my bus money. Good day and good bye."

You say and walk out. You could burst a vein at how angry you were and because of that you almost crashed into someone.

The someone who had stolen your food last night. You looked up.

Why me.

"Oh hey girl from last night what are you doing?"

"I came to get a job but got interrogated instead." You answer without thinking.

"Come with me." He say catching your wrist.

"'Hey" You say holding his hand and twisting his arm so that he is pressed into the wall with his arm behind your back.

"Let me go. I can get you the job." He offers.

"FYI I no longer want this job." You reply

"Come on. Give me a chance. I will even get you a raise."

You leave his hand, pausing to reconsider.

" Look more money never hurt nobody. You couldn't sleep yesterday because of the job.. why not trust me?"

"Fine." You conceded.

You follow him to the interview room.

"Taehyung... Miss..?" The first guy said.

"'Manager Hyung, I want her." He says whining cutely and you want to slap yourself for finding it .. him cute.

"Taehyung ssi bit she might be.." the head of security says.

"It's decided now. Anyway she didn't know me and if you're that worried there's always the probation."

You didn't like that you weren't a part of the conversation involving you. Still you kept quiet.

"Also raise her salary. I already promised." He says.

A woman comes in "'V-ssi, its time to meet the director and then you have to  get ready for your photoshoot. Please accompany me." She says.

He nods in acknowledgement. "See you later sayonara." He says and walks away.

The atmosphere of the room is tense and awkward.

The manager let's out a defeated sigh.

"Welcome to Hybe. Miss L/N. I'm Lee Hyun .. Taehyungs manager and you'll be closely working with me .. and this gentleman is Song Kang, head of security. Also your boss. He will brief you of your schedule and I will inform you of Taehyung's... now let's discuss further about your contract."

You were a bit shocked throughout the whole affair. Still processing the last 24 hours. Never in your wildest dreams could you imagine it.

Your new job gave you a chance to closely observe the entertainment industry. From fittings to recordings and driving and staff meetings. Shoots and fan events. That was how the first fifteen days went by.

After you were acclimatised to the schedule and were off the constant monitoring of the head of security. You were to do your real job. Pretend to be a normal staff to keep the stalker away. For which you learned to do Taehyung's makeup, check various lists, help organise his schedule, wardrobe etc.

Between all that you got used to Taehyungs hot and cold nature. Watching the smiles his fans saw to a cold uninterested expression. Watching him act cute for the camera and then scream at someone who got him coffee instead of his iced tea.

"You must think Taehyung is so confusing." Hyun says as you wait in the car for Taehyung to be dropped by the other bodyguard as you would take over his shift.

You say nothing. Your job didn't include passing judgements. The amount of things he does and having to smile all the time on top of that sounds torturous.

"He joined the industry young. Things haven't been easy for him. He is a very soft and sensitive person. People have used him for his fame on multiple occasions... and if that wasn't enough one of his closest friend died in an accident and he won a trophy the next night the category his friend was also nominated. Netizens blamed him for being the reason of his friends suicide and called him heartless for doing his job.. Since then he hasn't been the same."

For the first time you consider things from Taehyung's perspective. You wonder how tough it must have been to go face so many people like nothing had happened when your friend died.

One of the production staff rushes to your car. You perk up immediately. Hyun looks in the direction where your eyes are trained at.

"It's Taehyung-ssi. There was animal blood left on his door ... he uh." The staff is wheezing.

You immediately get out of the car.

"Manager nim please get towels and inform Kang Sir."

You rush towards the scene. Everyone is crowding the area.

"Please everyone. Clear the area. Let him breathe." You say using the director's microphone.

The crowd disperses a bit. Everyone buzzing with the gossip. There would be hell to deal with luckily it wasn't your shift but Bang Chan's shift.

Taehyung is streaked in red. His pretty clothes ruined by the blood. He looks sinister, like a devil instead of a victim.

He has been given wet wipes. Chan has made everyone keep their distance. He breathes a sign of relief after you arrive. You take one of the wet towels.

"May I?...V-ssi."

He nods. His eyes empty. You're scared. An apparent reaction is better than an internalised one.

You carefully clean his visible body. Taking care not to startle him. You start with his hands, neck and reach his face. His eyes meet yours and you find yourself intoxicated by them.

The managers voice in the background startles you. .

"What happened, Chan?" You ask your coworker.

"'I don't know I was with him at all times and I ... I had checked his room before the shooting so I didn't think it would be a problem.. uh I don't know y/n... just thanks to you I was able to handle the situation better."

"You would have done fine. Let's be more careful next time." You say.

He nods.

Hyun informs you that you would stay with him overnight and he will be given the evening off.

You go to check up on him in the car to tell him of the development.

He nods and once again you're left wondering if this man even has a heart in his body.

You drive to the apartment building. Once you park. You check the surroundings to make sure there's no immediate threat.

You open the door of the van.

"It's safe you can come out now." You tell him. You find tears streaming down his face. You feel sorry for having judged him previously.

You wrap your hands around him before you know it.

"It will be OK. You'll be fine. No need to worry. I'm here.. its alright... I'm here with you." You comfort him the best you can. You feel worried as sobs wreck his body. He holds you tight.

After a while the sniffling quietens.

"Let's go home. Alright?"

He nods wiping his tears with his sleeves.

He's latched onto you bit you don't mind. You just keep an eye on the surroundings just in case.

He opens the door of his apartment with the pincode. It's the first time you're here. It's straight out of a magazine but it's strange vintage cartoon aesthetic makes it seem more lively.

"Sit down on the couch and let me bring you some water. We don't want you to be dehydrated afterall." You say.

Its an open kitchen. You bring water and he gulps it down almost spilling.

"You might want to take a shower. I'm going to check all the rooms first alright?"

He nods.

You check out the rooms and bathrooms and there is nothing out of place.

"'I've completed checking. I will stay here unless you need me." You say.

"Can you stay with me inside."

"I.. don't think that's necessary." You say softly.

"I will just feel better if you do." He says.

"Ok then."

He goes to his room to get clothes and you follow him.

"You can use that chair." He says.

You place it in the bathroom.

It's a very huge and luxurious place with glass walls providing a beautiful view there's a big bathtub that might even fill two people.

You sit facing the door and you have the urge to laugh because this seems a lot like timeout. You're thinking of these things because you don't want to think of Taehyung who is naked behind you.

"'Do you mind listening to music?" He asks.

"No its fine."

He puts low instrumental music.

"What kind of music do you like?" He asks after an interval. You can hear the sound of water filling the tub and sloshing sounds that indicate his movements.

"A little bit of everything but mostly something that makes me sway a bit as I listen to it." You reply.

"You're from *home country* .. can you tell me what it's like?" He asks.

"To me it's my home... its a big part of who I am.. if you ever end up going you must try *regional food* it's the best. Korean food is nice and there is this restaurant which serves decent *regional food* but its not quite as tasty as when it's eaten in *home country* "

"So you like food"

"I really do both eating and feeding."

"You want to eat then."

"'Never say no to my favourite food." You say jokingly.

There's silence and then a thud.

"'Are you ok.. v ssi." You ask standing up.

"Don't worry, it was the shampoo bottle."

The music in the background turns off.

"Can you please get me a towel?"

You nod and get up to pick one.

"Do I..turn around.... how do I?" You say confused.

"Don't worry I am here." He says.

You close your eyes. He takes the towel from your hands.

"I'm decent now. You can open your eyes."

You open your eyes. His naked torso leads you to have thoughts that are far from decent.

You mentally smack yourself. He's your boss. Your very hot, very sexy and half naked boss.

"Please wear something." You say hiding your face.

He laughs. It's a rich sound. Beautiful. Melodious.

Taehyung wears his joggers and T-shirt. As fun as it was to fluster his cute bodyguard. Catching a cold would turn his work into a nightmare.

"I'm dressed now. You can look." He says.

Carefully you peek through your fingers.

"Can you dry my hair?" He says yawning.

You nod slowly accepting the strange nature of your boss's requests.

Carefully you dry his hair. It's rough and fragile perhaps due to being dyed multiple times. Still you enjoy running your fingers through his scalp lightly massaging like a friend had taught you.

Taehyung's eyes were droopy he hadn't felt this safe and comfortable in a long while. He wanted to keep you with him forever. It would be so nice, if you were always with him. You took such good care of him. After Jiminie no one had talked to him in the bath. No one had hugged and comforted him in a long while. His family barely had time for him. Always asking for more. More time with him on the holidays, more money, always complaining he didn't spend enough time and enjoying things as he slaved away. On top of that they had hated his Jimin. Told him he should hang out with better people, people who don't struggle with mental health.. Not like he listened to them.

"Taehyung ssi.. Taehyung ssi." You say softly shaking him.

He opens his eyes partly. It's then you notice the difference between his eyes. You're both staring into each others eyes when the bell rings startling you.

"It's the delivery guy." He says. "I ordered some *favourite dish*"

Your face glows immediately.

"Seriously."

He nods. "I told you I'd buy you a meal."

"Thanks boss. You're the best. Let me go get it." You say smiling brightly.

He watches you go and decides he can never let you leave.

The next few weeks don't involve much unexpected activity. You and Chan take care that incident like the blood bath doesn't occur again. Since the incident your interpersonal relations are improving. You've become more friendly with Chan, going as far as having food together when your shifts overlap or you have time together. Even Taehyung has become sweeter. Telling you to use his card for an extra cup of coffee. Asking you for opinion on his outfits. Taking help in choosing his jewellery.

Today the schedule was pretty busy. You cant wait to finish your shift. You just had to drop Taehyung to his home and then you'd be free.

"Y/n." He calls from behind.

"Yes?" You say looking at him through the mirror.

"Stop by the Encastle. I've made reservations I'm hungry." He says.

You nod.

Taehyung's strict diet scared you. Sometimes you felt he was too thin. You sometimes felt like a grandmother does wanting to feed her grandkid. It was undeniable you'd grown fond of him and even though it was the worst you were emotionally attached.

"We've arrived." you tell him.

You both enter through the backdoor to avoid paparazzi. You are led towards the private seating rooms.

You check the room and step outside.

"It's safe. You can go sit."

"Come have food with me. I dont want to eat alone." He says grabbing your wrist and tugging you in.

The dinner passes in silence. The food is impeccable. You engage in a bit of small talk but Taehyung is too tired to talk even if he is enthusiastic about talking. So he let's you talk. You talk about your childhood, about your school days, about things you like about living in Korea and things you miss from back home. Anytime you stop or pause he refreshes the conversation.

The drive back to his house us filled with conversation too.

"Can we watch the stars?" He asks.

"Huh?" You ask focusing on driving.

"I want to go to the rooftop will you come?"

"It's." My job why are you phrasing it like a question. You think. "Yes ofcourse but remember to wear proper clothes." You say.

"'OK." He says grinning.

So you and Taehyung watch the stars from the top of the building. You feel free. The sky is clear and there's an occasional light breeze. In other words it's the perfect weather.  You keep an eye out for trouble though its unlikely. You look at Taehyung and take time to observe his ethereal looks. Even without makeup or dressing up he looks angelic. His face holds a sombre expression. That's how he looks when he isn't watching how he looks.

He turns to you offering you a smile. A smile no less brilliant than a star.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

You hope your heart isn't racing.

"Very." You reply and you notice that the smile doesn't leave his eyes.

You and Chan often catch up with each other drinking coffee in Taehyung's kitchen in the morning. Which he had kindly offered to you both for this use.

"You're so funny." Chan says as you tell him one of the incidents that had happened to you after you first came to Korea.

"I mean.. I didn't know ok."

He laughs louder.

"That's what makes it funnier."

When you first came to Korea because of the newness of the language instead of saying paegopha (I'm hungry) you kept saying pogoshipda(I miss you) for a while.

"When I first saw you you looked intimidating and two pretty to be a bodyguard but now I know how big of a dork you are Y/n."

"No that's just the sleep deprivation talking. Anyhow the schedule just involves company meeting and shooting for the drama right?" You confirm.

"Yes, take care on the set though."  He says.

"Don't worry. I am always careful."  You reply.

"I'm ready, let's go." Taehyung says not looking up from the script in his hand.

Even in the car he doesn't look up from it.

"Taehyung ssi, you'll hurt your eyes if you keep reading." You tell him.

"Call me Taehyung please I feel old being called Taehyung ssi all the time."

"I dont think that's a good idea, Sir."

"'Consider it an order then"

"Ok, Taehyung."

"'Good Girl." There's something about the way he says it that sends shiver down your spine.

You turn down the AC.

Waiting for Taehyung to come out from his bosses cabin. You enjoy sitting on the chairs near the window. The sunlight coming in is pleasant. You almost miss Taehyung leaving the cabin. You're back on your feet and by his side but Taehyung is still looking at the view you were looking at moments ago.

"The weather is nice." Taehyung says.

"It is. Did your meeting go well?"

"Hmm... he said I needed to post more pictures to let the fans know I'm ok."

"Oh... do you want me to help?" You ask.

"No its fine. I just look go--."

"What are you saying you always look incredible, it's the rest of us mortals who suffer."

He looks at you wide eyed, it's the first time you've interrupted him. While he doesn't appreciate you talking over him. He's gonna let you off free this one time.

The rest of the day is uninteresting except for Taehyung taking pictures. He posts some online. And if you would have looked closely one of them has you in it.

When the time to change shifts come you wait for Bang Chan. He comes in, the smile lighting his face when he sees you is missing. You grow concerned.

"Are you ok, Chan?"

"'Oh yeah yes. I mean nothings wrong. How are you? There wasn't any trouble right?"

"Yes yes I'm fine. You sure... you can talk to me if you want I won't mind?"

He looks at you puppy eyed.

"Uh.. the thing is that .. I uh like you.. and like more than a colleague or a friend like like you and I know it's not professional and I just wanted to let you know and for this reason I am thinking about changing jobs.."

You take a step back.

"I .. um .. don't know what to say."  You reply.

"Don't worry I won't let it come between us. I'm just... I had to let you know." He says.

You feel panic clogging your pores. What strange situation had you landed in being liked by a colleague and falling for your boss.

~°~°~

You decided to go home for a week and took leave. Taehyung wasn't pleased and insisted you message him daily and Chan ever since then has avoided looking into your eyes.

The first few days of your vacation pass by peacefully. You receive good morning and good night messages from Taehyung which have you giggling like a school girl. He also informs you that Chan resigned but you don't know how to feel about that. Contrary to what people think being pretty and being liked for that was very burdensome.

You and Taehyung chat more often than ever. He gives you updates about Korea, sends you selfies. He even called you once.

Before your vacation ends things go downhill.

Head of Security Mr. Song called you informing about the death of Chan. You book the next flight to Seoul leaving in a hurry. Despite your limbs aching and jet lag. You drop your luggage to your apartment and rush to the office. On your way you call Hyun sunbae.

"Hello, I'm back. How's everything? Is Taehyung ssi well ??" You ask.

"We are at the company. There's a frenzy here. This is unprecedented. If you can right now come here."

"I'm on my way."

You hurry towards the meeting room where you were told the meeting was taking place. You take a deep breath to calm yourself before opening the doors. There's a heated discussion but you pay no heed to it. Your eyes searching for Taehyung and when you see him you finally breath. You go sit next to him. He intertwines your hand with his.

"The best course of action is to have someone live with V-ssi." Kang says.

"But who both of us are married." Hyun replies.

You feel Kang's gaze on you. You remove your hand from Taehyung's.

"I think it'd be the best if Miss Y/n moved into Taehyung-ssi's apartment."

"Are you both alright with this?" Hyun asks.

You nod. The urge to keep Taehyung in your line of sight strong. You didn't doubt you'd be unable to protect him.

"It's decided. Move as quick as possible. Right now if you will." Kang instructs you.

As the meeting concludes you and Taehyung along with two company guards accompany you. You feel embarrassed when Taehyung enters your apartment so you hurriedly packs.

Taehyung on the other hand is delighted to see this part of you which he might not have otherwise known. He sees the things you've used to decorate your apartment and decides to buy you those so you feel right at home with him. He also notes your clothes and decides to buy you more.

Hmm maybe you could do with more lace , his pretty pet... or satin or velvet or silk anything a girl could want for. The possibilities were endless. Had he known eliminating that Bang Chan had been corrupting his precious pet he would have done it sooner.

You dont feel him sneak up on you distracted by the jet lag and packing. His breath hits your ear as he speaks.

"'Are you done? Do you need me to help."

Before you answer he places his arms on yours and helps close the zip of your bag. You grow fascinated by his sexy hands. You shake your head. You turn bur he still hasn't moved. Face to face. You're so close that you could move slightly and your lips might touch. The thank you on your lips is swallowed. Up close he's even more handsome. He has slight fuzz on his skin but otherwise it looks soft. That your hands reach to touch. You hesitate. He grabs your hand and places it on his cheek. He leans into your touch eyes half close half open. Sultry. And it leaves butterflies in your stomach.

Looking at your flustered state he smiles.

One of the guards from outside calls your name. You almost jump back falling on your bed. You feel flustered. Taehyung gives you a smile you cannot comprehend and picks up your luggage.

Your stay at Taehyung's house creates chaos inside of you. On one hand it's comfort and luxury and you know longer come back to an empty house. You also don't have to get up earlier. On the other hand your feelings for Taehyung keep growing. He is sweet and considerate and touchy. Always requesting to cuddle when you watch a movie together. Acting cute to get his way. He even asked to sleep in your bed because he couldn't sleep. Which you refused but suggested instead to sit beside him till he slept. Still those were the things you could handle what you couldn't handle was him roaming shirtless or in those short shorts which exposed his strong thighs.

One evening he knocks your door couple of packages in his hand.

You open the door and take a few because they might topple over.

"I just ordered some jewellery for my mom and sister. Can you help me decide who to give what?"

"That's sweet." You say.

He flashes a boxy smile that strikes right at your heart.

The evening and late night are spent trying on the jewellery. Some of the pieces are very questionable though.

"What's this you ask." Holding a long chain.

"Oh it's very cool it's supposed to be put on your tummy."

"I dont think that's a good idea. This is something you buy for yourself or your partner."

"Hmm still try it on. I've already ordered it so you might as well... unless you want to see me try it." He says and pulls the hem of his shirt.

You put your hands in his stopping him.

"Taehyung. No."

"Fine." he huffs. "Atleast put on that choker no?"

You give in but its harder to put then you anticipated. As Taehyung sees you struggle with putting it on he holds your hair first.

"'Hold your hair Y/n. Let me do it to you." His low voice singing in your ears raises goosebumps on your flesh. You use both your hands to hold up your hair. Despite that he struggles to close it or so it seems.

Watching your neck and touching your skin is an almost holy experience. If loving you meant going to he'll he was ready to bear the heat. The temptation to kiss your neck after he was done was strong. If he had his way flowers would bloom across the expanse of your skin. Then everyone would know who you belonged to.

He sighs. For now he would have to content himself with watching you in a choker that had his name weaved into the design.

"Y/Nie!!" he calls you sitting on your bed.

"Are you free this weekend?"

"Why?"

"Jin Hyung has invited me to have dinner with him and his wife."

"Is 'jin hyung' the Actor Kim Seokjin." You confirm.

"Yes.. so are you."

"I guess. Do I have to wear something specific or is the uniform fine?" You ask.

"You're going to dine with us as for the clothes. I have a friend in the fashion department who sent me some options."

You are both surprised and shocked by his statement. Surprised because he was so considerate and shocked because your relationship with him was becoming more unprofessional by the day.

"Taehyung I appreciate it but you shouldn't have. It's wrong."

"I can't believe you're being so ungrateful. I just tried to make your job easier. Can't you see how tough it is to have people in my life and I'm trying to be helpful and you just threw it on my face. I'm done." He says angrily and storms of locking himself in his room.

You think about apologising when you have dinner. You even cook his favourite dish. He doesn't come out. The food grows cold and you grow concerned.

"Taehyung.. Taehyung ssi. V ssi. Taehyung please. I'm sorry. I really am sorry. I should have been better. Please come out. I'm getting worried... please at least answer me."

Taehyung opens the door. His eyes are red. You feel guilt clogging you.

So you find yourself sitting across Mrs. And Mr. Kim Seokjin in the private room of one of the most expensive and private restaurants of the city if not the country. His wife is polite and well mannered as is Jin. You almost feel intimidated. You're profession involved intimidating but despite his charming smile you could tell Kim Seokjin was not to be trifled with. You found yourself staring at the meal for the most part. It was a pity your appetite was dead because it was a rich delicious meal.

You get to see another side of Taehyung, a softer more childlike side of him. Taehyung and Jin were the ones who kept the conversation going mostly.

"Would you like some dessert?"

You nod and point at a random thing on the menu chocolate au something. Fancy words really gave you a headache.

Seokjin to orders a dessert his wife tries to speak up but he shuts her off with a look. She looks away and your eyes meet and she looks gown pretending to dust off her dress. You feel discontent. Still you brush it off.

You leave the restaurant after finishing with your meal. You're just saying goodbye when a waiter comes with a handbag in hand. It's Jin's wife's.

"Madam your purse." The waiter calls out.

In the corner of your eye you see Jin's jaw clench. It's a dangerous expression, you'd forgotten your discomfort but it returned more stronger than before.

Jin's wife hid behind Jin. "Stay Away.. S-Stay A-away. STAY AWAY. I'm sorry sorry sorry."

Taehyung took the purse from the waiter and tipped him.

Jin turned to his wife. "I'm sorry Jagiya. It's going to fine as long as I'm here nobody is going to hurt you ok."

His wife looked like oxygen escaped her. Tears streamed down ruining some of the makeup.

Jin cupped her face. "Focus on me, love. Breathe in breathe out. Yes just like that my sweetheart.youre doing good. Let's go home. Say bye to our guests and we'll leave."

She finally seems to be calming down. "G-good by-ee Taehyung and Y/n. It was nice to meet you." She says meekly.

The couple disappears into the night.

As you sit in the car which Taehyung is driving, your mind booms with questions. What, How, Why?.

"What's going inside your head y/nie."

"I..."

"Jin hyungs wife? You're worried about her."

"How did you know. I just know you're a nice person?"

"In the beginning of their relationship fans got to know about her, saesangs released information about her, she was fired from her job and assaulted. Since then Jin Hyung doesn't like her coming out and doesn't bring her out unless absolutely necessary. They got married and they live in a beautiful country house at the edge of the city. Since then Hyung only takes a limited amount of dramas and spends the rest of the time with her."

You can only imagine what she must have faced trying to save her life when her only fault was falling in love with someone who was loved by everyone or rather making such a person fall for her.

You were still in the car when the message came.

Public Service Announcement : It is to be noted that due to security threats the public except essential government workers are to quarantine. Taking effect from 12 hrs tomorrow.

What little peace there was was discarded.

It was a rush of calls, taking supplies. Instead of driving you home. Taehyung drove you to the supermarket but seeing the rush you decided it was better to order delivery instead. Still Taehyung drove you to the mall so you could get some clothes since you hadn't brought that many of yours.

The next day started as any other until the delivery came and it was multiple boxes.

Instead of doing anything about the boxes Taehyung returned to sleep. You didn't say anything knowing he barely got time to rest. You on the other hand decided, setting the items according to use and expiry dates would be good. So you set about your task.

The head of security and Taehyung's manager dropped by to give shooting equipment, diet plans and makeup for Taehyung's use.

You made sandwich for lunch and extra for Taehyung.

The night had set when you were done with the supplies.

It was the beginning of a first nightmare. Days passed by watching news or playing games. Sometimes Taehyung would do a love to talk to his fans. You tried cooking a few different things. Luckily you could still access the gym.

Living with Taehyung wasn't bad. You had come to terms with his different moods. Whimsical and sad and flirty and excited. He changed within the drop of a hat. Still you enjoyed his company. Too much some times. You tried to stop yourself but there was no escaping from the vortex called Kim Taehyung.

Finally it was the last day of quarantine and you were so happy finally you could be free to go out. While you didn't hate how you passed the time. You couldn't wait to be free.

As you tell Taehyung about the announcement he gives you a strange look. You're confused by the lack of positive response but you push it aside. Taehyung was and probably would always remain a mystery to you.

He checks his phone. There are multiple messages.

"Could you please put up the equipment for the live" He requests. You nod and set it up.

LIVE: CONFESSION

Hello beautiful people, it's me. Yes today is a happy day the restrictions are lifting. How are you doing?... let me see the comments. Looks like all is well. All front line workers, thank you for your hard work.

For a while it continued like usual.

Now since I a lot of you are here you must be wondering why I titled the live as confession. Its because I have a confession to make. As you all know its been a year since Jiminie left and since then I've been lonely and after him you're my best friends and my protectors so it's only fair that you know about her. The girl I love. She joined the staff recently and she's my bodyguard and took care of me. We fell in love with each other. Y/N is very precious to me I hope you'll treat her preciously too and I hope you're happy for me.

You waited for the him to end the live. Fuming in anger and confusion. "What's the meaning of this?"

"Isn't this what you want?"

"What even.. when did I even?"

"Don't act dumb sweetheart I'm not blind I've seen the way you look at me."

"That doesn't mean a thing?" You try to deny.

"You sure like to play hard to get.. don't you know it makes me want to own you even more."

"I am not a thing you can own. As soon as this is over I'm leaving." You say anger rising and shame.

"To where?"

"Back home."

"You're so cute darling. Who's going to pay your bills once you are blacklisted in a celebrity scandal. And it really would be a pity if your home burned down or if something happened to Eun Sang."

"'Are you threatening me?"

"Of course not I'm just explaining things to you."

"I will go to the police." You threaten. He just calmly sits on the sofa.

"I wonder who they'll believe a foreigner who had been fired under mysterious circumstances or an idol who had been stalked."

The gravity of your situation hits you. Taehyung has you trapped. You wonder how far he'll go to ruin you if you don't listen. You can't live with the guilt of ruining the life of the people you love.

You're silent and Taehyung takes it that he's put his point across to you.

"Now love you have two options, to be my lover and live happily with all the luxury and love or be my stalker and end up a criminal. It will be a pity if something happens to your mom who is finally coming to surprise you, right?" He says addressing you who is completely at his mercy.

Could you ever escape? Did you even have a chance.

"So tell me will you be mine or will you be mine?"

The End.

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The request did take time but then the length fixes it... I hope.

Anyone who wants to request. This is your sign. I also write non-yandere.

I don't actually know how employment agencies work or other things I hope it's not to terrible.

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Nooo leaving me hanging like this 😮‍💨

Instinct | Taehyung x Reader

Pairing: Hybrid Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Stalking (in the animal sense lol) Fear, Blood, Murder, Kind of Cannibalism? Hunting Animals and Humans, Depictions of Dead Bodies, Non-consensual touching, Human Experimentation, Depictions of Gore, Break In, Attempted Murder, Light Spice at End, Insinuated Dub-Con, Taehyung is kind of a switch tbh

Preview: He was huddled in the middle of the road, his arms wrapped around himself as he remained crouched on the wet pavement. But you knew he was looking at you. His golden eyes were glowing back at you, like a predator glaring at you from the depths of the jungle. There was something inside you that knew that he was dangerous, an echo of intuition from thousands of years before you. But you were a modern human, you were good at ignoring your instincts. 

A/N: I wrote this in two days due to your guys' interest in the prompt. I chose Tae instead of Jimin, he only has two fics on my blog! Anyways it’s two in the morning and I’m really tired, this is really short compared to the majority of my works but I hope you still enjoy it. ILY and I can’t wait to see you in my inbox and the comments ~ good night my loves 💜

“I’m sorry,” He whispers, the words cracked and broken. 

“No, you’re not.” You sighed.  

He always did this. He always turned on the tears every time you called him out on his bullshit and you had a terrible habit of falling for it every time. He cried, he apologized, but in a few days he was back on his usual shit. 

“But I am, I really am!” He insisted, tears pooling in pretty brown eyes. 

“Really? I don’t think he sees it that way,” You said with a jerk of your head in the direction of the limp body splayed on the ground. “In fact, I really doubt he sees much anymore.”

“But he-“

“No!” You yelled, spurring a flinch from him, “You always have some excuse but not this time! I am tired of spending my evenings scrubbing blood out of the grout!” 

He could only pout in response because there was no way of getting around it, you were right. It was unfair that you always had to be the one to clean up his messes. But he just couldn’t help himself, he was a killer by design. Not nature, design. 

You let out another laborious, tired sigh. It seemed that was all you did these days, ever since you had found Taehyung. 

You had almost hit him with your car. It was late at night, a new moon to be exact, the darkness thick and just barely penetrable by your headlights. He had come out of nowhere, his lithe body trapped between two beams of light before you swerved out of the way just missing him by mere inches. 

You could remember the feeling of your tight grasp on the leather of the steering wheel, the way your throat constricted and how your chest rapidly rose and fell, and the sound of catchy pop music that was so ill fitting and off putting for such a dramatic turn of events. It was ingrained in your memory, a turning point in your life that you would never forget. 

He was huddled in the middle of the road, his arms wrapped around himself as he remained crouched on the wet pavement. But you knew he was looking at you. His golden eyes were glowing back at you, like a predator glaring at you from the depths of the jungle. There was something inside you that knew that he was dangerous, an echo of intuition from thousands of years before you. But you were a modern human, you were good at ignoring your instincts. 

As you approached him you noticed several things about him. The dirt and blood that stained his honey skin, his taunt, tense, strong muscles, and of course the ears protruding from his thick, dark curls, and the tail that swung in agitation from his tailbone. 

Taehyung was, quite literally, one of a kind. 

An embryo spliced with the DNA of an apex predator, something that had never existed before him, a hybrid. 

He had hissed at you, stopping you four feet away from his crumpled form. His teeth glinted in the light, a set of fangs protruding from the top row of his teeth with a smaller matching set on the bottom. That noise had every nerve in your body tingling in fright, yet still you persisted. 

You made yourself smaller, lowering yourself to the ground so that you were lower than he was with your arms at your sides, every vulnerable point of your body open and exposed to him. 

You remembered the feeling of his nose nudging at your pulse point, the warmth of his breath ghosting over your neck, the rumble of a growl deep in his chest before it faded to a gentle chuff as he nuzzled his face against the column of your throat.  There were serrated teeth hidden behind beautiful full lips, one little bite would sever a major artery and blood would arch through the dark sky. 

Taehyung was a dangerous brand of beautiful. 

You often liked to joke to yourself that you were a lonely woman who took in a stray cat. It was easier to use humor to veil the harsh reality of what you had actually brought into your home. 

Taehyung quickly became attached to you, it was almost like he had imprinted on you. It was the only way that you could explain his sudden and intense adoration towards you especially when you remembered the way he looked at you when he first saw you. It was like he was hungry. 

That hunger was ever present in his eyes, buried beneath the loving gaze it's embers still burned. The fiery gold cooled to a deep brown, his eyes wide in wonderment as he watched you. 

You hissed in pain when he dug his fingers into your arms as you tried to help lower him into the tub. A hiss died in his throat as he slowly sunk into the warm water, a gentle purr took its place. 

“There you go,” You hummed as you helped him wash, the tub water steadily growing murky as you scrubbed the grime and blood from his skin. 

The noise he made as you washed his hair, massaging his scalp and the base of his ears, was heavenly. A beautiful baritone groan that melted into a purr. After all, panthers were still cats. 

When you pulled the drain plug and went to grab a towel, he spoke to you for the first time. 

His hold on your arm tightened, his soft eyes turned primal once more. “Don’t leave.” 

His voice was deep and raspy. It sounded like he hadn’t spoken in a long time, it sounded animalistic. It suited him well. 

Over time you learned Taehyung never wanted to be alone. He clung to you at all times no matter what you were doing and despite your protests he followed you to bed every night. He would wrap you up tightly in his embrace sealing you into his prison-like grasp with a leg draped over your hip. His adoration was constricting. 

“It was cold,” He finally explained to you, “They kept me in a room all by myself. It was all metal and concrete, they fed me with long silver tongs. I was always alone, the only touch I knew, hurt.” 

You held him tighter that night, your heart ached for your panther. All he wanted was for someone to love him, he was just as human as anyone else. 

“Please don’t hurt me.” He whispered, nudging the back of your head with his nose and breathing in your scent as his pretty fingers smoothed over your ribs in a slow, circular pattern. 

In reality, it wasn’t you that would end up hurting anyone. 

You had noticed something was wrong when he lost his appetite. He would stare down at his plate with a bored and confused look in his eyes, poking at whatever he was supposed to be eating with a lack of interest. 

“Please, Tae,” You would beg, using the soft and soothing voice you knew he responded well to, “Just a few bites for me? You don’t want to hurt my feelings, do you?” 

He would acquise with those big adoring eyes before taking small and faux enthusiastic bites. But it was clear he wasn’t enjoying it and you had an idea as to why that was. But it was easier for your own sanity if you ignored the glaring problem. 

It became unignorable the night a man broke into your house. 

Taehyung had heard it first, the shattering of glass and the metal squeak of door hinges. He had crept out of bed and stalked into the hallway, clinging to the shadows as he watched the man attempt to sneak further into your home. He was trespassing into his territory and that was a dire mistake. 

You were awoken by the screaming. You jolted upright and were greeted by your pitch black bedroom. The screams persisted, deep, panicked, blood curdling screams followed by a wet gurgle and then an ever scarier silence. 

That feeling was there again, that intuition that was buried inside of you that was begging you to lock and barricade the door and not go investigating the source of those screams. But Taehyung was missing and you were scared without him. 

The hallway was dark, but a single beam of moonlight shone through the broken window of the front door and illuminated the carnage in front of you. 

Taehyung was bent over the body of a man. His tail was slowly skirting over the floor in delight as he ripped a chunk of flesh from the man’s shoulder and tilted his head back. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, the blood on his face gleaming in the moonlight. 

You could see the man on the floor now, his throat had been ripped open and blood was steadily pooling around him. His eyes were vacant, his jaw was slack. He was dead. Taehyung had killed him. 

Taehyung was eating him. 

There had always been a part of you that had considered this to be a possibility. It explained why Taehyung was in the state he was in the night that you had found him. It explained how he had escaped that facility and why he wasn’t hungry for days after. He had killed and consumed his handlers. 

Despite the panther ears and tail, you often forgot that Taehyung wasn’t entirely human. He was so sweet with you, so clingy and adorable. But he was still an apex predator. He didn’t want to be fed with tongs or served cooked meals. He needed to hunt, it was ingrained in his DNA. 

You watched in fascinated horror as his teeth and textured tongue expertly removed flesh from bone. He was finally eating. 

You took a step back only to trip over a bag that had belonged to the intruder. Out of it spilled horrifyingly familiar items. Duct tape, zip ties, knives. It was a kill kit. Your breathing stuttered and your heart dropped. There was not a doubt in your mind as to what that man had planned to do, and Taehyung had stopped him. He protected you. 

His golden eyes were looking at you now, their narrowed predatory gaze relaxing, and his soft round eyes returned. He rose up from his animalistic crouch with a fluidity no normal man could possess and slowly approached you. 

You closed your eyes as he neared you, your body on fire from genuine fear. It was a toxic blend, the love and the fear that you felt for him. You flinched when his large hand cupped your face and held your breath when you felt his lips softly drag over your cheek leaving a streak of warm blood in their wake. 

“I’m sorry,” He mumbled, a stray tear escaping his eye and rolling down your cheek, “I’m so hungry.” 

When you opened your eyes you were met with quite a sight. Taehyung had always been beautiful, the most beautiful man that you had ever seen. But the way he looked now made you realize how sick you were. How could you think he looked beautiful with those full lips stained red and the glaze of a shed tear streaked down the curve of his face. 

Taehyung never asked to be made, and now he had to suffer the consequences of his creation. 

“It’s okay baby,” You cooed, your thumb brushing a bead of blood from his lower lip that he chased with his tongue, swiping it off of the tip of your finger. “Finish your meal.” 

~~~~~~~

There was a shift that night. 

The relationship between the two of you was changing. You could see it in the way he watched you. It was a different kind of hunger, one for a companionship he had never been able to have. 

And his regular appetite was changing too. 

You tried taking him to the forest, letting him hunt small and big game. And it worked, but the human side of him would often combat the animal side. He craved the complexity of hunting humans. He craved satiating his wrath against humans, the very beings that had created him.

Animals worked in the short term, but it was never long before another man ended up dead in your yard or in this case, on the kitchen floor. 

“You said it was okay if it was bad people!” Taehyung tried, his ears pressing down flat against his skull as his tail twitched behind him.

“Yes, bad people Tae! Intruders, rapists, murderers, not delivery guys!” 

“He entered my territory-“

“This is my house, Tae! My house! Don’t start with the territory shit again.”

“I can’t help it, you know that! You don’t feel what I feel, it’s instinctual, I need to do this!”

You gripped your hair tightly in distress before leaning against the counter and dropping your head into your hands. 

“People are going to start noticing, Tae. You can’t keep doing this. If it’s not the police then it’s going to be the people that made you and they’ll take you away from me, is that what you want?”

“No!” He yelled, grabbing you by your shoulders and spinning you around to face him. “I want to stay with you, please don’t let them take me away!” 

You softened as he began to cry again, his tears wearing away at you like they always did even though you were very aware of the fact that you couldn’t keep letting him do this. You cupped his cheek and lightly wiped his tears away as he bumped the side of his face against your hand before laying a bloody kiss to your palm. 

You couldn’t think rationally when he treated you like this. Your head was also hazy with desire when he did this. It was completely and utterly unfair. 

“Come on, I’ll put you to bed.” You hummed before taking his hand and guiding him to your shared room. 

It was even harder to think clearly when he looked so adorable, wide eyed and curled up beneath your blankets. That was why you needed the distance. You needed to think about what more you could do, you couldn’t keep letting him kill innocent guys whose worst crime was getting a little handsy, like the delivery guy. You knew what it was, you knew what desire looked like in someone’s eyes. Taehyung was wiping out any man he saw as competition. He had said it himself, it was instinctual.  

Your heart ached when his eyes filled with confusion and it tore in half when despair overtook him as you shut and locked the door, trapping him on the other side. You could hear him scramble across the floor and you watched as the door knob jiggled. 

“Please open the door!” He called through the wood, “Why are you doing this, please let me out!”

“Just calm down Taehyung, go to sleep, I'll be right back.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you, please open the door, I’ll be good I promise! I won’t hurt you!” 

“I just need some space, just lay down, I’ll be back.” You said firmly despite how horrible you felt for confining him to your room. 

“No, no, no, no! Don’t leave me, please! I’ll be good!” He continued to yell and continued to break your heart. 

You couldn’t bear to listen to his anguished, panicked cries especially with the knowledge that you were the cause of them. 

You could still hear his yelling and banging on the door as you dragged the body out of the kitchen, a long and laborious effort that left a large streak of blood behind you. This wasn’t the first time that you had to do this but usually you had Taehyung to take care of all the heavy lifting while you took care of the cleanup. It was a morbid, macabre chore, but one you had come accustomed to frighteningly quick.

In your backyard, there were several piles of dirt. Some had been freshly turned over while others had sat undisturbed for some time. Above each pile sat a freshly planted rose bush. There had been a time where your backyard was barren and neglected. Ever since Taehyung had entered your life, you had done quite a bit of gardening…against your will. 

You huffed in exhaustion as you patted the soil smooth with your shovel. You would need to pick up another rose bush tomorrow. 

You had figured this would be the best way to deal with the problem, and it helped Taehyung in some odd, primal way. Sometimes he would sit outside with a satisfied look on his face like he was proud of what he had done. You knew it was because it felt that he had eliminated another threat or competitor. It meant that he had you all to himself again. 

Fear and love are a volatile blend. Could you look past your fear because you loved him? Or did you love him because you were afraid? Afraid of what would happen if you didn’t shower him with affection and attention. Would he turn on you too?

The sound of a loud crack frightened you causing you to drop the shovel. It clattered to the ground and rolled over in the grass, suddenly becoming far more interesting than it had been moments ago. 

You glanced back up at the house and watched, frozen in shock, as the door was thrown open and slammed up against the siding of the house. Taehyung stood on the back steps, his hands bloody from clawing at and breaking through your bedroom door. His chest was heaving from exertion and anxiety and for the first time in a long while, he scared you. His gaze narrowed in on you, those panther eyes glowing with hunger and desire once they found you. 

With blood and dirt caked beneath your nails you were reminded of the kill he made not all that long ago. The fear you felt was all too real. And, on instinct, you turned and you ran. 

You really should have known better. He was an apex predator, he was built for the chase and for the hunt. You had watched the way he enjoyed tracking and stalking his prey before going in for the kill. But in reality, everything you had done up until this point had not made sense. You should have kept driving that night, you shouldn’t have brought him home, you certainly shouldn’t have let him sleep in your bed, and you definitely should have ran the first time he had killed and consumed another human being. 

Running was instinct, it was the only thing that you did that made sense. 

But you couldn’t make it far. You were exhausted from dragging and burying that body, you were running on empty with a dash of adrenaline. And Taehyung, he was stronger than you, faster than you, and could even see in the dark. It was embarrassing that you had even attempted to escape him. 

His strides were completely silent, you had realized he was closing in on you too late and within seconds his arms were wrapped around your chest and dragging you down into the grass. 

It had happened so quickly that you didn’t register it, you laid on your back, frozen in the grass as you processed what happened. And once you looked up and caught sight of his canines you began to writhe beneath him, managing to turn over and scramble a foot away before he grabbed you by your hips and dragged you back beneath him. He caged you in between his arms and pressed his body weight against you until you collapsed chest first into the ground. 

“Taehyung, wait!” You cried as you felt him shove his face in the juncture between your neck and shoulder. 

You closed your eyes then, waiting for him to make the fatal bite that you had seen him deliver time and time again. But there was nothing. You jerked with a surprised cry as you felt his tongue glide over your pulse point in slow languid laps. 

“Tae, what are you-“ He cut you off with a menacing growl, one that told you you were not going to dissuade him from doing what he felt needed to be done. 

An involuntary gasp parted your lips as you felt his hips grind down against you, his hands sliding up towards your wrists and holding them in an iron grip as his slow licks transitioned into hot, wet, open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck. He was making sure he marked up every inch of skin that was exposed to him. 

“I can’t help it,” He whined, his voice breathy and deep as he ground himself against you even harder than before, spurring a soft cry from you. “I need you.” 

You supposed this was the better alternative to him killing you. But still, it didn’t feel quite right.

“I can’t.” You groaned. 

A menacing snarl echoed beside your ear and in one quick movement he flipped you over onto your back and pulled your legs tightly over his hips. His hold was so strong he wasn’t giving you an inch to move unless it was against him and in the way that he desired. 

And in a moment of pure need he firmly gripped your jaw and pressed his lips against yours in a searing kiss. Everything about him was primal, even the way that he kissed. It wasn’t particularly skilled, it was definitely his first, but it didn’t lack passion or desire. He wouldn’t even let you breathe, your lungs burning and singing in desperation for air as he moaned into your mouth while desperately rutting against you. 

“Don’t leave me,” He moaned in between desperate, relentless kisses. 

‘Tae-,” You tried again only for your words to be smothered once more. 

“No, I won’t let you leave me.”