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Once upon a time// Chapter-4

Pairing- Polybts x reader

Summary-Choosing a husband is not easy, but bring in the seven princes and your in a lot of trouble.

Warnings: Duality of humans, Mistress, Y/N is a badass, Detachment issues, Cold behaviour, Strangers to enemies, Nudity, sexual jokes, talks of orgasm (nothing we don't know)

Overview: Life isn't like fairytale. You knew it the moment you reached a ripe age of nineteen. Which meant, your now a women who is in a hurry to be wed and bring prosperity and fame to your Kingdom. For this, you have readily accepted the self-groom event which requires you to select your husband out of all the potential Kings and Princes alike. But what happens when you select, not one. Not two but seven grooms? Chaos.

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A/n- Taglist is open for now. (Sorry for late updates. Currently suffering from writer's block, hopefully it's over now. Happy new year.)

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"Tell them I got a disease or whatever that can spread through me. I don't want to be with that Prince." Your blabbering, annoyed as you remove your jewellery furiously.

Why should you bear the brunt of their fight? Becoming a third wheel between the Princes and the King is like signing up for death. And for what has the King chosen to put his lover into the midst of it. Now he will despise her more. Great.

"They will know your trying to get your way out of it, Princess." Anika sighs, setting the pieces of your collection with utmost care.

You brush your hair, huffing as you take a seat on the lush bed. "See, this marriage is just in name. You as well as I know that much. And as for the heir, there is still time. We can just ask Prince's lover to bear his child and let it be the future of the Kingdom. Everyone will be happy like this." You take your book, lying across your bedding, mood sour at the sudden storm heading your way.

Anika nods, sighing as she looks across the balcony. It was gloomy night, the moon being overpowered by the clouds that resembled a tragic sight to the creatures of the night.

Sleeping was difficult when all your mind could do was worry. Wrecking it for some solution was futile. No matter how much excuses you came up with, all were met with a dead-end. Next morning, the thought of Jin was replaced quickly by your work of looking into the designs. The architect had already brought in many ideas, and you just had to finalize the things and let the labourers start the process as soon as they can. Which you did, a flurry of guards and maids rushing right in as you gave your orders.

Anika was right beside you, filling you in on the works you had to do at the early hours of the dawn. You obviously couldn't do anything without her. Not even waking up, cause it was a task in itself.

Your extraordinary marriage wasn't the only thing the citizens were suspicious about. Maybe that's why the King is so hell bent on getting you to stay with them. Afterall, by doing this. The rumours would cease to exists.

Upto some extent.

"Princess," Anika slithers past the line to maids. After seemingly disappearing for some time.

"Yes?"

"Prince Jin is shifting to your inner quarters, do you want to go and greet him?" Her words make you frown, defiance clearly shining through. But in front of others, you pull a small smile of happiness. Internally cringing at the act.

You pout, "I wish I could but father-in-law gave me this work and I don't wanna upset him." Bringing a logical reason, you shake your head as if extremely sad over the thought of not meeting your not so sweet husband.

"Princess, you can go and check on the eldest Prince. I will look into this matter," The architect named Robert smiles at you, much to your annoyance.

"You don't have to, this is my duty. I don't—

"I bet a few minutes of absence won't bring a bad name to your reputation. Your maid could look after you, making sure the work moves smoothly." You clicked your tongue, clearly annoyed but it wasn't like the man would back off. He was too sweet. You hated it.

You turned away, giving a tight smile to Anika who gives you a pity look. Not that you want one. But you accept, moving away as the maids scurry behind you but you stop them with a flick of your hand. You need privacy and some time to collect your thoughts. God knows how much you have to put up an act of happy wife. Atleast in absence, you can let go and be at ease.

Rushing through the grand walls, you huff. Can't he wait to shift? Like from when he came out to be a filial son. You atleast expected something more from his side but guess, Jin is full of surprises.

As soon as you enter your inner quarters, your horrified to be met with the sight of a naked Jin who is busy fucking that maid. Again. But fuck he was doing the unholy ON YOUR PRECIOUS BED. His growls and her moans are so loud that your eyes twitch into rage. Oh Lord, give you strength for your this close to carry out a full-fledged murder. Judging by how engrossed they are in kissing, they haven't seen you yet. Let's change that. You look sideways, taking the jug of the cool water resting right across the table and throw it on them. As noises of the water splashing and their gasps became music to your ears, until you heard a groan of pain and 'Are you okay?'

In your rage, you didn't know that you flicked the jug right on Jin's head. Are you guilty. Nope. Quite happy to knock some damn sense inside his thick head. Perhaps, the Prince can only think from his dick. You ought to change that. Bitch thought he could ruin your sheets with his unholy fluids and you will let him get away with it.

Jin rolls away from the maid, clutching his head as the women scrambles to cover herself in your presence. You laughed, he really thought to get on your nerves by fucking in your room. That's why he was so eager to shift here.

"Now, take those sheets and burn them alongside the bed." You growl, looking straight at the maid who flinches at your tone.

You don't feel sympathy for her, why should you when she is the one who is equally partaking in that man's stupid ideas.

Jin, through his pain manages to send a glare at your way. "You tried to kill the Prince, how dare you?"

Ignoring him, you continue to stare at his women who tries to hide behind him. You smirk, mockery clear. Shyness doesn't suit this women, especially not when she is getting dicked down right inside your room, in your bed and on your sheets. You can't tolerate how he is constantly trying to get on your nerves. Does he want you to be jealous? Or does he wants you to know that he is taken, despite his marriage to you. Either way, your not into playing games with him so taking another jug of water, you throw it right across his face. You watch Jin gasping, the sudden water splash forcing him to gulp the water which in turn causes him to cough uncontrollably.

"Prince, your too drunk. See this is my room, so can you take your bitch away or do I have to throw her out. Naked." You sneer, a warning in your tone that has the women scrambling on her feet.

She was out quicker than you thought. You watch as Jin stands up, not even having the decency to cover up in front of you. His dark eyes reel you in, a rage similar to yours shimmering inside. He is waiting, no challenging you to again defy him and watch as he punishes you for your act. You couldn't ignore the way he flexes his muscles, the training giving him an added air of confidence.

Rolling your eyes, you scoff at him. "I guess, no one taught you what modesty is?"

Jin scoffs, "You wish. Unlike you, I am much better."

"Yeah yeah, take your two inch size away. I don't know how could she scream with this small size, guess she is a naive women yet to explore the Amazon." You give a disgusting look, even as Jin's eyes widen at your words. And if you weren't so mad, you might have toned it down a little.

"The audacity of you calling my thing small," He growls, making you chuckle in mockery.

You smirk, "Don't be sad, Just find a man with big size to show you or her as to how exactly it feels to be full." His eyes harden at your blatant disregard of his sexuality. Taking long strides, he reaches for you but before he can even reach you. Your flinging your dagger hidden beneath your robes, pushing the tip right across his heart. Warning him from further pursuing you.

His jaw hardens, promises of eternal hell dripping from his eyes that makes you take a tentative step ahead, the edge of the dagger penetrating his skin. Enough to hurt, but not enough to draw blood.

"One of many reasons to have you executed." His poisoned words held a promise that had your stomach dropping ever so slightly. But your neutral facade hides it all. You know he can't kill you yet, your way too important and you know your worth.

Heck, the entire Kingdom is aware of that.

You sneer at him, "Careful, I can hold grudges far longer than your pathetic life. If I die, your Kingdom is done and if you die, nothing happens. Your other six brothers will entertain the throne in your absence." Your words do nothing but fuel the fire raging in front of you.

In a swift moment, the dagger is thrown away from your hands, as calloused fingers wrap against your wrist. Twisting you around in an iron grip, the abrupt action getting you off guard. A yelp escapes the confines of your lips and He presses, hard, making you wince. His hot breath fans the shell of your ear as you shiver at the odd angle of proximity. "Careful with your words, I can slit your tongue for such insolence." Judging by how ragged his breathing is, you know he is angry. Heck furious even, you have managed to push his buttons.

Your body stiffens, knowing well that his naked hardness is pressed against your precious clothes and that only serves to flare up your anger. His bitch's disgusting fluid is touching your priceless clothes. "Shameless bastard, stay away from me."

Jin's smirks, pushing himself more against you. Making you feel disgusted with him, unlike you he is enjoying. Now that he has you squirming. "I am your husband, what is wrong if I want to be shameless with my wife." His words make you scoff, heaving, you yank your hand in the opposite direction. Successfully releasing it from his death iron-like grip. Pushing up, you grip his hair. Pulling hard as you make sure he feels every bit of the pain.

He growls, loosening his grip on you as you jump away as if burned by his touch. "Fucking asshole. Dog. Shameless animal," You curse him, stringing many colourful words. It only seems to worsen as your angry shouts coax the maids to rush in while you scream orders of preparing a bath and changing out of this clothes.

For others, it might look like a simple feud but for you, it was war.

From then on, You and Jin constantly fought. Acting all happy outside while plotting each other's demise in the most subtle way possible. On many occasions you added extra chilli in his food and enjoyed the way he spluttered. Glaring at you as he gulped gallons of water. While on other occasions, he kicked you purposely while hogging the whole bed. Much to your annoyance.

Fucking bitch.

Occasionally daggers would be used too, considering how you two clutched some nor the other weapon as a mark of safety, making sure the other knows you have one.

You watched as Jin looks warily to the food you brought to his side, it was rice pudding decorated with dry fruits. It made him cringe at the effort. Knowing well, the intentions were totally opposite. He can't help but twitch his eyes, suppressing his rage in front of the maids that assist you wherever you go.

"Should I call —," You proposed, taking his lover's name, much to his dismay.

You very well know he visits her everyday, painstakingly avoiding everyone to escape the confines of the duties that bind him to you. Though your yet to know about how has this Prince gotten into the arms of a frail lady. What was their story? Like a reader, obsessed with forbidden love. You try to heed in the gossips of the maids who have nothing but disdain and insults for the mistress. Right, Mistress was what others called her. She had a seperate room, away from the maids but not exactly doused in luxury. The King is very strict on them, even on Yoongi whose lover you don't even know about. Heck you haven't even heard about her or much less seen her?

As if she is invisible. Non-existent to this world.

Beside you, Anika is contemplating whether to flee or watch your silent battle, that to others might look like a lovely gaze but to her, was a poisonous glint filled with motives. You were upto something and she knew it was anything but good.

It was hard. Especially when you went to sleep with a small dagger hidden beneath your robes. It scared her, so much that she stood outside on guard. Her ears trying to pick up any sound of weapons slashing but so far no luck. It isn't like she is waiting for some blood bath in there but neither is she waiting for some romance cause according to you, it's impossible.

"I am not hungry," His lips twitched, as he bit it hard. Almost to the point of drawing blood.

You pout, "Is that so? Will your lover's presence help you to get hungry. I mean, whatever makes my husband happy. I am not a jealous women," you chuckled awkwardly, successfully pulling an act of a women whose husband betrays her and so the pity look of the maids was an added reward to your attempt.

Success.

Then only, the maid enters. The same women whose slender figure makes you sympathise with her. Poor lady, if Jin crushes her. She is long gone. In your Kingdom, such ladies are mostly called as Thin branch. Not that you wanna comment on her weight, but you pity her nonetheless. She has that pure pale skin, giving her a look of vampires who would never wander into the bright dawn. "Prince, I made this for you."

Jin's eyes light up, as you internally chuckle at the naive birdie whose neck is gonna be crushed soon. "Oh dear, you could have just called me. I would have come? What did you make, I am hungry?" He especially says the last word to you, a shit-eating grin thrown at your way.

One that you do not respond to.

It's ironic that he thinks he got the upper hand. Your just trying to ignore his acts, that infuriates you. If the King got to know about his mistress entering inside your room without permission and even if he got to know as to how his precious son is into exhibitionism. Enjoying having sex right in front of his namesake wife. It excites you, the drama would be worth watching but you can't do it right now.

Not yet.

You got too much work to even start a drama, much less enjoy it. But in future, there might be one. Who knows.

Looking back at the two pigs, you try to ignore their display of affection, but it wasn't long before you hear a scream and 'This is so bitter' from Jin which makes you crack up. You might or might not have seen her making something for Jin and might or might not have added a bowl of salt.

You look up to see him seething, but it wasn't directed at her but you. Oh, of course he had that much trust on her to know that she would never do such thing. It has to be you. Quite a show, you were hoping for some couple fight. There goes your entertainment.

"Everyone leave, I need to speak to her." He points at you, the harsh tone being anything but scary.

You could sense Anika's worried look, as she moves out with the other maids. It wasn't long before the doors were closed and a defeating sigh leaves your lips. Ignoring his eyes that shoots dagger, you plop down on the bed. Waiting for his rant, which will begin anytime soon.

"I should have never shown sympathy to you, women like you deserve to just rot in hell." His words, were more grave this time. Like a ticking bomb, he bursts. Like a molten lava, his voice screeched your ears with how loud he was. And his eyes, filled with malice told you that he was so done. His gaze was like a heavy weight that assessed your worth to a lowly being. It wasn't something you expected but judging the tone of his words had you look at him, your face hardening ever so lightly. Jin laughs. A mocking one at that. "Did I hit a nerve? You know what, I think you should face reality. It's not bravery to marry seven and it's certainly not okay to strip others of their life at your expense. No one owes you a damn thing here, all that you bring is your wealth and your connections which isn't even yours. It belongs to your father, not his spoilt daughter who only brought shame to her family."

You listen, not speaking but neither heeding his words. You want to speak, rebuke him of how much coward he is to show up to your ceremony. Just to save his face, so that his people won't call him a coward. What lover doesn't even fight until the end? In reality, he is just another weak man looking for validation in others eyes. Seeking a little glory, a little acceptance of his capability. But you don't comment or lash out, why should you care?

His life is none of your concern.

When he doesn't speak further, you raise an eyebrow. "Are you done, My Prince? Now, can I go." Your icy words are like the same splash of cold water you graced him with. But now, it was more pointed. Rigid and terrifying in its intensity. Not waiting for his reply, you slither out. Leaving him no crumbs to pick up on.

Jin furrows his eyebrow, he thought he would get a fight from you. Anything but empty eyes and a hardened look that gave nothing away.

From then on, days passed much slower than he wished it did. You hardly talked to him, it was as if no matter what he did. He couldn't get a reaction out of you, even kicking you out of bed got him nothing but a smack. But words, that you cussed at his blatant disregard of you wasn't there.

During evenings, he would come across you. Sometimes lounging across the lake with a couple of maids, while you played with the strand of your hair. Seemingly lost in reading a book.

He hates it. He hates how you have brought a newfound curiosity in him. His mind is filled with doubts, about what is your motive behind this? Why did you help his dad, much less marry them which in itself is a big taboo. Your that cruel and cold royalty that hides behind those steel looks. Mystery, that's what your name should have been.

But the peace that comes with your silence is rewarding.

"This is boring," Hoseok grumbles, snatching the papers that Yoongi has carefully placed.

Yoongi snaps, "Well, just by seeing it your bored. Here, I have to do it every fucking day."

They all were couped up into Namjoon's room, a tray of sweets and tea carelessly disregarded while they drown themselves into wine. The work of the palace was taking a toll, and with their relentless father who wants quick results. It was hell. Which meant, less sleep and more work. The stress reliever being this liquor that would make him forget, for once, that he needs rest. From everything.

"I heard, that Y/n and you are fighting a lot." Jimin, chugs down the wine's contents like it was plain water.

Jin glares, scoffing at the mention. "You bet."

Hoseok hums, smiling sweetly "I also heard that you actually fucked Irene on her bed, If It was me. You would have been ten feet under the ground."

Jungkook splutters, coughing at the revelation of his acts. He was young, and so it was only fair that all of them glared at Hoseok who just shrugs in response.

Patting his brother's back, Taehyung sighs. "See, you should stop pushing her buttons brother. I earlier heard that the Princess ordered the guards to burn the bed, her sheets and even her clothes. Like, what are you two doing in there?"

He winces, the accusing tone not helping either.

"Stop it, we are here to relax. Not talk about her," Namjoon shouts, his mood being worse than others.

Jimin pouts, "But she is our wife, it isn't fair that Jin gets to sleep with her while we don't even get to see her."

Hoseok gasps, "Exactly, my words Jiminie. I don't even feel like I am married, like aren't we supposed to feel married or is it different."

Jin groans, wanting to smash his head on the walls.

He ignores their bickering, not interested at all. As the eldest Prince, if there was anyone who had to suffer more then it was him. Marriage. Such a big change but for him, it wasn't. Irene wasn't happy when she saw him with a wife. Much less a princess, who was way too high for her likes. She had him known at instant, her anger was justified but he couldn't do anything but whisper promises of eternity.

Irene was his childhood sweetheart. One with whom he played, whilst being neglected by his own father. He found comfort in her, she didn't judge him nor did she call him like others, a Prince. From day one, he was just Jin to her. Striped bare, without any title or status to govern him. That simplicity of hers is what attracts him, she never asks for any gifts. Unlike others who tell him that she is but a waste of time, even his father thinks she is a trap. A mistress who is nowhere as important as a Queen.

'A Kingdom doesn't run on love, you need power and that is where the Queen comes.' His words are loud and clear, but so is his.

You. The one who is the problem. You who he can't get rid of. He hates you. Hates how you know damn well that he can't kill you. Not when your kingdom's connections are strengthening, providing them with advantages they could only dream of. Your infuriating with that attitude and demeanor with which you assess him, as if declining his worth lower than your bejeweled feet.

God, he had only heard about your beauty. If only he had known about your nasty attitude, he would have rather be disregarded by his own father than go to that ceremony.

In that arena, you were absolutely enjoying. He could see in it your damn face, feel it how you enjoyed the power that you had over all the spectators vying for you. And it only stings when he knows, that you were already set on them. And yet you didn't had the decency to stop the ceremony and announce the results. Instead, you played with the hearts of many. Making them fight for you, heck even he was having a hard time.

Your interrogation was another game, he recalls how his brothers were left speechless by your shamelessness. You had no, absolutely no right to walk like that in that dress. Like some temptress that had suddenly decided to play, the sway of your hips and your eyes fluttering in innocence; was like a slap. Even Kamasutra would be put to shame in front of your acts, after all no one is as dangerous as a women who knows how to seduce.

"She is dangerous." His words leave them confused. Their chatter halting, as they stare at their eldest with confusion.

"Who? Y/n" Namjoon interjects, as the others silently watch the two exchange a brief glance of acknowledgement.

He clears his throat, "She can't suddenly decide to help the King, just because he asked her to. She could have had anybody lying down for her, but she chose this. Of course, there's an ulterior motive. You think, a women with that attitude will let any man have her. Before that, she had rather claw his heart out. Rip his eyes and throw him to the wolves or better, cut his dick for even thinking of a future."

Jungkook and taehyung alongside Jimin gasps as Namjoon shouts 'language' but he rolls his eyes. Not caring and not giving a damn. His brothers are not some babbling kids in front of whom he can't even take a man's important part's name.

"Yes, dick that is used to fuck." Yoongi grumbles, as Hoseok chuckles. Amused at the situation.

"You guys." Namjoon shakes his head, deciding to let this go for now. Everyone is stressed, and they don't need a teacher to see their language.

And by the way Jin is glaring, he knows. "Now, does anyone has any idea as to what treasure we have that the Princess of light might want to possess." His voice drips in sarcasm, as everyone share a look.

"Certainly not wealth. Not that she has any shortage of that," Taehyung mumbles quietly, as they nod.

It was a fact.

"Does she want revenge?" Jimin raises an eyebrow, to which Namjoon tuts. Not at all pleased.

"No, as far as our history is concerned. No harm was done from our side, you would have known if you had taken your classes seriously." Namjoon shoots Jimin a look, who in return sends a sheepish smile. Not at all hiding that he did skip them.

"I don't know, why don't we just ask her?" Yoongi snaps, scratching his head with a tired look. He is done with today's shit and all he needs is sleep. Not a puzzle about that women.

Hoseok mocks, "Yeah, she will kick your ass so how about not?" To which Yoongi shoots a glare.

He groans, "Silence. Everyone. How about we send someone to bring information, maybe that will help in knowing exactly what conspired this events."

Namjoon shoots up, hopeful to the idea. "Yeah, that's a wonderful idea brother."

And that's how they all gathered, laying down the plan while deciding on sending their top soldiers in disguise. After completing the meeting, Jin leaves for the inner quarters. Suddenly feeling much lighter than he did a few days ago. Now, all he has to do is wait.

Humming a tune, you walk around the large library. Searching for a book that might entertain your boring life in the palace. The renovation work was on full swing, though what you hated the most was how much less time you had. The previous book was good, but it didn't interest you that much. It's a shame that the erotic books that you generally like aren't even here.

Instead, all you come across is a bunch of pirates book. Full of adventures and loots. Hardly there's an author in the land that might fulfill your fantasy. Except one, a women named Desire. Strange name but not that it was her real name, it signifies what her books give. She is famous for such writings, forbidden romance was popular and God did you love her writings. Not only she let's the women decide their fate, but she also lets them shamelessly give in to temptation.

For the society, it's a sin and a poison. That's why, she is mostly hidden, her readers too hidden like her. Not wishing abandonment from the society or worse, execution. But considering her popularity, book sellers discreetly go on with it. Though condition of absolute secrecy is something not to be taken lightly. You always send Anika for bringing such books, after all you don't trust anyone to not give you out.

Your absolute favourite is the dom and sub dynamics. It's hot when you see her characters dominate men on bed, leaving them to a whining mess. Even though a virgin, you have your own adventures with sex. You might or might not have tried to touch yourself, yes while reading a steamy scene which leaves you panting for more. Your clit twitching as your mind registers the excitement coursing through your veins, and the next second your touching yourself but no matter what you do. You can't masturbate, the books say that climax or simply orgasm should feel like bliss. But your too much of a coward, the tight knot in your lower region and the wild shaking of your legs makes it too much to continue.

And so, instead of relieving yourself. You take a very cold bath.

After a long search of a book, you come across a fantasy novel about Queen's mates. It looks like a werewolf story which shocks you. How could this be in the library, who would even read this. And why was it even brought in here.

Who cares. It isn't like your interested to know. All humans have urges and so tucking the book in the safety of your dress, you hurry back to your room.

"Princess," You look sideways, finding the owner of the voice.

You smile, relieved to see that the teasing tone was not of a stranger. On the contrary, he is very much familiar to the likes of you. "To what do I owe this pleasure, My Prince."

He smiles brightly, coercing your own smile to equal it. "I thought I would hardly see you, considering how much your busy with my brother."

You snort, as if the idea was amusing. "Busy with responsibilities, you mean."

He narrows his eyes, playfully. "I see, so how about I entertain you in your free time?"

You raise an eyebrow, curious at his blatant flirting. "Prince Hoseok, I have been assigned to your elder brother. You will have to wait for your time."

Hoseok grins, "Brother Seokjin was assigned to stay with you for a duration of three months. The King never did say that you didn't have any permission to spend your time with your other husband."

You internally grimace at his choice of words. "Okay, but no promises. "

To which he nods, taking your hand and planting an abrupt kiss "I will meet you, until then Princess."

Outside, the orange gold stretches far and wide, signifying the setting sun in like to the colour of fire. It is but the reflection of the dawn, the promise of the rising sun that comes after the velvety night has had its say and the land has rested once more.

Silence befalls, as you slither inside your room. Your mind occupied by a certain Prince.

Keeping the book across the wooden table, you shake your head. Suddenly bothered by the wetness between your legs. You completely forgot about it. Certainly a certain Prince had to do something with it. His offer was strange, but you couldn't bring yourself to say no. Perhaps bonding with them will help quell the anger of the other Princes, giving you an advantage. But first you have to take care of this problem. It was uncomfortable and so in order to relieve yourself. You decide to take a cold bath.

Calling a few maids, you tell them to prepare everything while you go inside.

Jin enters the inner quarters while your blissfully ignorant. He looks around, eyes furrowing when he sees your personal maid standing right near the bathing area. Sensing his gaze, she bows her head in greeting.

"Princess is taking a bath." She speaks before he even questions. No doubt, curious as to who takes a bath at this time.

He nods, not caring as Jin plops down on the bed. But something, catches his attention. A book. Ah, he has seen you enough times to know how much you read. Wondering what exactly is so exciting in politics and warfare books. He was even on the conclusion of you being a psycho creep who enjoys torturing others.

Taking the book, he looks at the cover. 'Queen's mates' Now this is no politics book. He smirks, you enjoy fantasy. Quite opposite of your attitude, he must say.

Flipping the book open, he is met with warning. Doused in red. 'This book contains full fledged erotica so if your not comfortable then don't read. If you don't like women dominating men on bed, or if your ego is fragile or if you don't like threesome or in general hot and forbidden sex that makes you all hot and bothered then I suggest. You take a leave. Thank you. I love you, my horny readers.'

His eyes widen, the what.

"Holy—" He clamps his mouth shut, as your maid gives him a look. Clearing his throat, Jin closes the book. No longer interested in your little adventures. But never in his wildest dreams, could he think of you reading this. And to think, that all the time you have been reading some nor the other books of sex is horrifying. He has even seen you reading outside, surrounded by maids. Actual people who can catch you but judging by how neutral resting bitch face you have. No one would suspect a damn thing.

The realisation has him smirking. Now he will get you back and make you dance on his whim. Oh he can't wait to see your mighty attitude crumbling in utter shame and embarassment.

#bts smut #poly bts #seokjin x you #slight yandere #taehyung x oc #bts #fanfiction #fantasy #historic #hoseok x you #yoongi x you #namjoon x you #jimin x you #jungkook x reader

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Once upon a time// Chapter-3

Pairing- Polybts x reader

Summary-Choosing a husband is not easy, but bring in the seven princes and your in a lot of trouble.

Warnings: Gender inequality, Betrayal, Duality of humans, Mistress, Manipulation, Y/N is a badass, Detachment issues, Cold behaviour, Strangers to enemies, Mixed emotions and tensed situation. Other than that, None for now.

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Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder

The golden palace being a sight even for the God of architecture. Laden in supreme wealth, it lures the imagination to the exotic luxuries it beholds within it. The Kingdom vows bliss, variant types of jewellery and prestige to govern you. But you know, it would be humiliation that will command you.

And so it wouldn't be a surprise when there was no celebration, no drum rolls or the excited squeals of the citizens. As they await your sight with bated breath, no, instead the silence lays heavy onto the deserted road that now symbolises death.

But tolerance was something that you as a royal women was born with, and so you grabbed the chance to poke your head out and take a look at the flourishing Sun Dynasty.

Rebellious. It was in your very blood and so it wasn't a surprise for you. A women to have such reactions from the community. Not the very first time nor it was the last. People say that a women's next life starts the moment she is a married- which means your reborn but are you really?

For birth itself signifies leaving behind the ties of the previous life, cutting off everyone; it is the complete detachment of the senses and utter naivety of a child. But the thing is, no human can undo what it has learn. For going back means changing the laws itself, and you would be damned if you became just what they want you to be. A sacrificial lamb.

Like the eyes of a hawk- they watch your move but make sure to not let you have a look. Typical society.

"I don't think we are welcomed here?" Your maid mutters, concern lurking in her eyes.

You tuck your veil, enticing the ringlets of bangles to drop in chaotic madness. "A temporary happening," you shrug, not deeming it fit for any attention.

In a mere handful of seconds, your passing through the enormous gates of the Sun Palace. But dare you try to search its end- and the sun blares your vision. Not wishing to lit a fire of any rumour, you hide behind your protection of a veil. Something that hides you but also lets you have somewhat of a control on your facial expressions.

The last thing you want is to trip and make a fool out of yourself.

The palanquin comes to a screeching halt, as a line of guards surround it. Forming a small protection or was it. Being still, you hear some voices- particularly of Jin and Namjoon. They are talking in hushed whispers, and so it was impossible for you to hear.

Slipping the curtains, you step out even though Anika tugs at your heavily embroidered skirt, that shimmers under the attention of the Sun like tiny diamonds. Ignoring her valiant attempt to keep you behind, you walk smoothly towards the Princes who seem to be in a heated debate with a guard whose attire screams of a status. Not someone ordinary for the way he reprimands Jin was a sign.

"How could you bring doom to our Kingdom? Have you forgotten all your teachings." His voice, like iron strikes them and for a second. You flinch, fingers curling across your veil to get rid of the tiny fear that lurks on the surface.

"Sire, Present us to court if you really wish no harm on your dynasty." You speak, voice halting any further talk.

He glares at your insolence, "Are you threatening us?"

You shake your head, chuckling at his meagre thoughts that only seemed to amuse you. "I merely want to dispel the misunderstanding that might I say, is infuriating."

"She even speaks poison." He hisses, and if you continue speaking like that, he might as well burst like a volcano. But in face of the haunting danger, you stand poised and regal. Showing no signs fear and weakness. If anything, you held your head high. Even the disruption of the veil cannot dim the fire burning in your gaze. You know your worth and status very well.

And in front of this special guard, your status is far too superior. "When using a weapon, you must be careful. I don't think Sun Kingdom can handle the Eagle." You smile, even as his face contorts into something inhuman.

He stills at your threat, as if not believing you could even bring that. The Eagle signifies your Kingdom, and by saying that. Your indirectly threatening him to hold his tongue, otherwise take the wrath of his actions. Your neither some close relative of his, nor are you someone who he can control with whatever nonsense he spews.

"Enough, Y/n." Jin calls you, even as the others watch you with interest. Your not only a strange women but an interesting one at that.

You nod, stepping away from the crow. "As you wish, My darling husband."

Jin chokes, his cheeks heating up as Namjoon clears his throat. Clearly not understanding your moods. "What business can you have in the court?"

You grin, not giving away anything. "Let's find out, shall we?"

With that, you move along. At your departure, Anika hurries out as if caught on fire but not before profusely bowing down to everyone the Princess might have offended while tailing behind you who is far too gone to heed the words of 'wait' or 'stop'.

Taehyung sighs, "She doesn't even know where the court is."

Yoongi scoffs, "She infuriates me."

Jungkook chuckles, "And she amazes me."

Hoseok smiles, "She enchants me just like the moon enchants the chakor bird."

Jin groans, fed up with the whole drama. "Namjoon go quickly and see she doesn't go the wrong way."

Namjoon is ready to say no but one look from Jin and he is hurrying.

You pass through the inner quarters that is filled in carved paintings of the ancestors, an equitable dome size ceiling acting as a facade for those who look on outside, hell for those who fell inside. Atleast on your part.

You take in every route, eyes committing to detail. Humming softly, you ignore the looks of the maids that erupt in chaos. Stumbling out of your way, but your eyes don't see them. It's instead watching the palace, the various routes and the confusion as to how will you examine every corner was already a stressing thought on your part.

"Anika, I think my adventures might start again." You risk looking back, the sulking face of your companion seemingly working in diminishing your entire mood "Is something the matter?"

"Your acting strange, Princess." She points out, even as you exhale. The short action, causing the veil to flutter to an inch.

Others call it a mistake. You call it your greatest gift. Your a staunch worshipper of the Gods, even if the rumours often depict you as a wild princess who loves exploring everything. Someone who has a bad temper and an equally bad tongue that works no less than a sword. "Why do you think I chose suitors from here?"

Anika, your childhood companion contemplates your words, carefully weaving her explanation "In order to be freed from Prince Adam and his constant threat on you. But Princess, Seven husband is still too much."

You hum, recalling the bitter man who not only was a thorn but a constant reminder of what was to be done, in order to escape him.

"That only time will reveal." You chuckle, as hurried steps of someone nearing you halted your thoughts. Looking back, you see Namjoon who might you add is very irritated. He might as well scold you just like that guard.

"Arrogance is not for a lady, Y/n. The court is not in that direction," he seethes, cheeks poking out with the enormous depth of his respite for you.

Shrugging, you speak nonchalantly at the accusation, "I am not used to people speaking disrespectfully to me, so tolerate my self-respect in garb of arrogance."

Namjoon scowls even as you continue looking around. It wasn't long, before he tells you to 'follow him ' and follow you do. Your head is slightly aching from all the events. Body and feet screaming for some relief but you know, it isn't possible. Not until you meet the King.

Silence.

Complete silence is what your met with. The court, a magnificent sight of splendor and authority was cold, calculative and unforgiving. Up above the stairs, was a throne poised in various gems of priceless beauty. It was familiar to your own Kingdom but alas being a stranger instilled a flinching moment of loneliness.

How you were faraway from your homeland, representing your clan, your upbringing which suddenly had your shoulders weigh more than than an elephant.

"Princess of the Light Kingdom. Future Queen Of the Sun Kingdom and the-" The speaker halts, giving a double take at the letter addressed to the King. "Common wife of the Seven Princes. Lady Y/N," His voice trails off, eyes flickering back to the King who shows indifference to the word spoken.

Seeing no reactions, the servant continues. "With her comes a grand dowry of nearly five lakh elephants, two lakh noble horses, ten thousand maidservants and fifty thousand warriors of the higher status—a thousand sword, diamonds, gold jewels, a persion robe of the finest quality, — and a beautiful daughter whose beauty is compared to that of the celestial Goddess." You try hard not to laugh at the lost look of the servant who nearly skips a whole paragraph, somewhat sensing the impatience of the King.

"Seokjin, how does it feel sharing your wife with your brothers." His voice is dripping in sarcasm, as Jin stiffens at the mere thought of it turning a vivid reality.

Jin bows down, "Father. You said—

King laughs, clapping his hands in mock sympathy. "What a great son I have. Do you expect me to praise you when the people are laughing at your poor decision."

You bow down, as a sign of respect. "Your Majesty, it is not his but my decision of choosing them all. Please do not speak ill of him, the people's view is a temporary happening. It will settle as soon as the trade between the two nations bring prosperity to the land. And as far as I think, I have done a favour by marrying them."

Namjoon and Yoongi stiffen at your words, eyes scrutinizing their father who is anything but pleased.

King's trusted Advisor scoffs at your choice of words, "You could have done that by choosing one, not seven."

King hums, his eyes as cold as the Himalayas. You might as well die from the frostbite, "Explain this favour of yours."

You nod, "I have heard that the seven Princes are more likely to divide the country rather than unite them. No one wishes to rule, even Jin. The eldest wants to marry not for the nation's prosperity but to produce an heir as quickly as possible so when time comes. He could very well go back to his mistress of a servant he so endearingly calls beloved."

Jin glowers at your blatant disregard, "Who are you to say that?"

Ignoring him, you say. "And the same scenario is for Yoongi. Their mothers have already left you because of reasons I do not know. It isn't long before their minds are poisoned and this carefully crafted nation crumbles. Me choosing them is not out of love or some sympathy, it is only for our past relations. Now my King, your letter did significantly tell to give a solution for this problem and so I have merely stopped your other sons from leaving the kingdom by tying them with a bond that forces them to their duty. A little tricky solution but nonetheless effective."

Your voice halts, as your eyes flicker across the princes whose face morphs into that of a confusion and then a burning fury.

Yoongi steps in, "Oh, so that means your not gonna let us live peacefully."

"On cost of your duty, Nope."

He stomps his foot, fingers curling into iron fists but you smile at his act of defiance. Only edging him to the flames of destruction, one that you do not fear.

Jin gives you a hard look, "Already working for my father, I see."

King claps his hand, "Though your method is a little unconventional but don't you think, this will backfire. The citizens won't support this at all costs."

"But what if you show them how important my stay in here is. Maybe have a grand celebration and a dash of some story- a rumour about how our wedding is blessed by the Gods. And you have the citizens at your feet." You convey your intentions, knowing foul play was very important to get the trust and faith of the people. Their emotions ran on the King's thoughts and if he accepts then everyone will. Simple as that.

"I must say, I am impressed by your knowledge and shrewdness." King is quick to be on the boat, showering you in a string of praises and as a wedding gift you even receive the East wing palace.

"Go back and have some rest. All of you."

The court is soon dismissed, but not the Princes. They are busy arguing their father; which you don't wanna hear.

And so you depart, meeting Anika halfway through the exit.

"So, is that true. You seriously want us to trap in here, don't you?" Gone was the gentle Prince, Jin was fed up with the act. He was seething inside, so much that he wished to destroy anything and everything.

He, out of pity helped you but you didn't even deserve an ounce of it. He wants to badly take revenge, do anything to wipe that triumphant smirk off of your face. You fooled them and now dare to call his lover with such disdain. How would he now face her? What would he say? That now their forever is ruined- all because of you. A pathetic excuse of a Princess.

King gives him a pitiful look, one that only fuels his rage. "If you had taken your responsibilities seriously, you would have easily caught onto her act. Too bad, now your in too deep to escape."

All through his life, he has hated his father and wanted nothing more than to be away from here. But no, it won't happen now. The only reason he attended the self-groom choice was to have you select Namjoon or anyone except him. Heck he even made Namjoon be extra respectful towards you but no. At the end, it's him who was a fool.

"How could you be so heartless." Yoongi glares upto him, his own emotions doing no good.

"No one is superior to the crown, the throne, the people and the Kingdom. Now, it would be great if you all have a great start with your wife. Only wife." He stresses onto the end words like some warning which only fills dread into the pit of their stomach.

Warning them from the thought of having any relation out of this marriage.

It took over a month for the citizens to finally accept you. The King had threw in a grand celebration for your arrival, golds and food were distributed for free; alongside a month long festivity whose splendor was rumbling against the four walls for quite a long time.

The Palace that you had gotten as a gift was a sight to see. Your maidservants were constantly working up to keep the place sparkling clean, for you adored it very much. It gave you peace and quiet, something that you loved more than anything.

The Princes hardly visit you, except, waving happily in front of the citizens that gather for a glimpse of your extraordinary marriage.

Jin and Yoongi hate you. That much you know, and their influence is equally rubbing onto their younger brothers who are merely a puppet of the elders. Too bad, your not fazed in the slightest. What they do is none of your concern? Your happy, in peace and finally free of your parents who were literally hot on your trail for what. A marriage which is already done.

Popping another grape into your mouth, you sigh. "Anika, could you bring my shawl. It's suddenly cold in here."

You huff, trying to shield your body with the veil. Laziness has been something you often enjoy, especially now that you don't have a bickering mother and an equally taunting sisters. You love them to death but sometimes you just wish to lock them up and have some peace. Be lazy without anyone hurling insults at you.

Anika nears you, glaring at your sprawled out form. You haven't even covered your modesty, throwing the shawl on you. She sighs, "Will anyone think your a bride? Who even wears this— what are you, an old lady." Pressing onto your cotton garb, she tchs in disgust.

You pout, rolling away from her. "See, I want some—

She cuts you off rudely, "Peace, I know but this much. All day your inside the inner quarters and there, the Princes are going through so much. Do you even know, Jin got hurt today during sword fighting. You should be there, not here okay."

You roll your eyes, dropping the book you were reading. A yawn slips past your lips, even as Anika continues to scold you like your mother. "See, his lover is there to care for him. I don't see the need to waste my time when I can rest here."

Anika, snatches the book that you were gonna take. "No, get ready and out. The King will be there too so please get your act together."

"Oh, I see. You should have said that then." You sigh as a group of handsmaiden glide across the floor in anklet adorned feet, hauling you towards the inner quarters where a warm bath filled with milk and perfume oils anticipates your arrival. After bath, you were once again decked up like a bride.

A bait for the Prince who is more likely to kill you rather than heed your beauty.

Staring into the mirror, in a familiar detachment. You eye your form, even as the maids work to infuse your tresses in a smoke like perfume. Anika settles in watching your neutral expression, the maids shortly after taking your leave.

"Rainy season will arrive soon, it would be nice if some warm clothes are made for both of us." You stand up, raising an eyebrow at your companion who gives a thumbs up to your look.

Anika hauls you outside, feet padding against the silent quarters. "Please, do not say or do anything that will piss the eldest Prince."

"I won't, unless he won't."

She chews her bottom lip, looking at you with a doubtful look. It wasn't like you had to act like some good wife or some damsel in distress. You were quite content with your husbands.

Though at the start you were taken aback by how can you stop all of them from leaving. Unless, you marry them which wasn't even your idea. It was just an action you did out of pure desperation to not let your great-grandfather down. Your family had to eventually act like they were hating you. Adam would have done anything to get you, and being as stubborn as you are. If you needed protection from his advances in future, a more powerful kingdom would have to aid you.

Did your parents know about Adam? Except that he is a pure gentleman, no. Only you knew how much of a monster he was, to you he was like a creepy man awaiting to just ravish you as soon as your in his hand. Which you would have been, if you hadn't taken the letter of the 'Sun King' .

Sacrifice. It was not unheard of.

Royals had to sacrifice everything for the sake of the nation. And your family was someone who lived for the people, not for themselves. Love, relations. Everything was secondary in front of the people. Of course, it's cruel. You know that.

But as a Princess, you can't undo your responsibilities. Rather than wallowing in pain by marrying Adam, you had rather stay here. Of course, you pity the Princes who have to live like this. But it isn't like your a villian who would kill their lovers and act like some possessive wife.

Nope. Your a very nice person.

Most of the times, atleast.

Four maids trail behind you as a few guards lead you towards the eldest Prince's quarters. You didn't know what to expect, but the Prince had a different thought.

As soon as you enter, your met with the sight of the Prince heavily making out with a servant. You deem her as his lover. No sign of the King, hmm. You look back, seeing none of the maids had followed you in. Not even Anika. Great. You got fooled.

You look back at them, well here goes nothing. "Judging by your state, I think your injury is not that fatal." Your voice startles the maiden who jumps away from Jin, as if he was some kind of a traitor.

The maiden bows down to you, her shivering form not fazing you in the slightest. Your eyes follow back onto jin, his upper body wrapped in cloth. "I didn't expect you here." His voice is like thin ice, any second he might break in some crazy fit you do not wish to be a part of.

"Expectations kills, it's a sin to hope one." You smile, no joy permeating your eyes.

Jin looks away, not wishing to see you. Which is fine. Not that your dying for his attention. "You can go, I am slightly busy."

You chuckle, looking at the maiden from head to toe. She stiffens at your gaze, her tattered clothes making you pity the Prince. The Palace must have been cold enough to drive him into the arms of a servant. He reminds you of one of the stories you have read back into your father's Palace.

"Don't, I will only go." The maid speaks, even as Jin whips his head fast enough to shout at her.

"No, you won't. If anyone has to leave then it's her."

"Oh well" You give a mock laugh, leaving him to his devices. On reaching out, your met with Anika who is way too excited. "So, did you two talk?"

You smile, "Yes, he gave me a show of how to kiss your lover like a shameless fellow. And now I might have to take a holy bath."

Anika blinks, "What!"

You mirror her expression, moving away, as pangs of hunger attack you. Not that you hadn't eaten, it's just one of the random moods of your stomach that now demands something sweet. Looking at one of your maids, you speak. "I am hungry."

A maid, shuffles closer. "My Lady, we will bring whatever you need."

You look at Anika who is occupied in chatting with the other maids. You internally scoff, atleast someone is enjoying here. Unlike you, who literally has no friends except her. And she is busy making new ones already. A pinch of jealousy makes your eyes glare at the unsuspecting maids, a mere slip before you gain your composure back.

"I need sweet rice pudding."

"We will have it delivered into your quarters, My lady." Saying that she departs with the maids. Leaving the guards and Anika right beside you.

"I am bored now." Crossing your arms, you look at your friend who is very well accustomed to your mood swings. Today, it seems to be at its peak.

"That happens when you rest too much." She takes a jab at you, earning a glare from you.

"I might as well go and rest. My book is waiting." At your words, Anika shakes her head violently. As if letting you back inside the palace would be a very bad idea. Atleast for her. For you, it's a great way to spend the evening.

The brewing drama between the Princes and the King was a gossip hub for the maidservants. You would get the latest news in mere seconds of it happening, and what would you do? You listen, of course.

The King doesn't even call for your presence, it's only limited to the citizens.

As for your royal duties, it's mainly done from your inner quarters. But most of the times, you have to be out only. You have to decide what food will be prepared, you have to even be there to personally check and see that the food is up to mark. Then have the tasters test them in presence of the general and then you have to see whether the cleaning of the palace has been done. Which part of the palace needs renovation and all the inner matters of the maids are to be reported to you. Which is in itself a task and so you literally do not even have time to think about your husbands.

At the start of this month only, you got a task from the King himself.

He wishes to renovate the second floor of the Palace. All the responsibilities of that task has been dumped on you, workers would soon pile in from tomorrow. Which means, you have to finalize the structure and give a thumbs up for the work to finally commence.

You won't have a good day tomorrow.

That's for sure.

As soon as you will be free from your duties, you will jump inside your bed and take a long rest. Yup, that's the plan.

"We are going to the gardens, no ifs and no buts." Anika presses, pulling you into the opposite direction.

You let her stubborn ass drag you into a much open area, the maids passing through giving you a respectful nod. Even the guards hold their weapons down, giving you a bow. It was customary, your status being no less than that of the Princes. It only made you be more careful, amidst so many eyes. Some mishap is bound to happen.

"My Lady," The gardener hurries as soon as he sees you, "-are you here to enjoy the gardens."

You look at Anika, nodding. "Yes, a walk might be good."

The Gardener nods as he calls some of his assistants to assist you, defending his views by saying that they would make sure you don't get lost. Even though you wish to be left to your own devices, the excited old man would hardly hear it. And you do not wish to come off rude so you let him do what he thinks best.

Walking alongside Anika, you listen to the two men explain the different flowers and of course, their favourite ones. "This one here, blooms once every twelve years. They are mostly found in the western ghats of Southern India."

"Wow, I wish to see it bloom then." Anika claps her hand, bending over to take a better look at the flower.

You look around, sighing when you see a few guards not so far from here. Can't you be alone and in peace for some time. Rolling your eyes, you know it's of no use. It's their responsibility to look after you but seeing the way they maintain their distance and yet follow you has your mind come up with mischievous ideas.

One that would surely be not good for your image as a Queen.

But as a Princess, it's a different matter altogether.

Looking over at Anika, you smile. Sensing your gaze, she turns to you but is taken aback by the look on your face. She knows your up to no good, after living with you for so many years. She can very well understand that devil mind of yours.

"Excuse us, Gentlemen." Taking her hand, you dash straight ahead.

You laugh when you hear the hurried footsteps of the guards. The breeze caresses your tresses, even as you sped up. Body heating up at the task, considering the hefty weight of your dress being an added misery on your part. But did that stop you from running, nope.

Anika barely tries to not fall flat on the ground, even as you tug her to hurry up. "If I fell, I am gonna kill you."

"We will see," Your voice is heavy, face reddening at the constant laugh that slips past your lips.

"Think of this as our play, we have to hide." You tell her, as the familiar scene of your childhood self's laughter echoes through, bouncing off the air as your mother runs behind you.

A trail of maids following her, climbing the stairs you push yourself inside the first room you see.

"Oh yea-h" Anika is breathing heavily, and she is quick to slump down on the ground while you make sure the door is closed from inside.

"It is tiresome to see them." You slip past her, looking across the paintings that litter the high walls of the room.

Anika huffs, "Your the future Queen. What do you expect?"

You chuckle, face turning serious. "Do you think Jin will spare me after he becomes King, stop being delusional honey."

You still recall his eyes. His anger. Hidden beneath those gentle behaviour, was a revengeful man awaiting his turn. Nothing can guarantee your safety, even you being such an important bridge to the light kingdom will certainly not qualm his heart of all those bitter feelings. Who knows how he might kill you? Poison so that he can lie and cover up your murder.

Your mind comes up with countless ways of him killing you off- but does that faze you. Nope it doesn't.

Instead, you can't wait for what is to unfold in the near future.

"He can't just do anything to you. Your father won't let him." Anika fumes, as if the mere thought of you getting hurt was unimaginable.

"A man in love is certainly dangerous," You click your tongue, detaching the thought of that man deemed as your fate.

Love. A beautiful feeling. Like a fairytale it graces the heart with sugary delights, where the possessed is a madman wishing on the heavens. How do you know that? Well, you are a sucker for romance. Be it forbidden love or angsty one-sided romance. You have read everything, and still bringing in more books to finish and make your evening filled with imaginary love.

If in your hands, reality would have perished ages ago.

"Friend, when will you get your happily after?" She asks, even as you turn around with a laugh.

As if the mere idea was a joke in itself.

"Royals don't expect love, we expect our nation's welfare. At the end of the day, lovers are always seperated and in your destiny, comes a man of another women. I bet, half of the stupid peoples would already be giving promises of a lifetime. To someone who they wouldn't even end up with. I had rather grow old with you. Doesn't that sound like a fairytale now?"

You take your friend's hand, squeezing it with an excited squeal.

Anika rolls her eyes, even if her cheeks flushed at the loving words. "It does but still—

"Uff, you and your doubt. Couples are overrated. Friendship isn't but see, we have been together for what—14 years and still going strong. I love my bestfriend so much. I will die for you." You pull her cheeks, squishing it as her lips form a pout by the excessive massage.

Anika. Your childhood friend. At a tender age of five, you two became inseparable. Her mother was the head maid, a dear friend and a trusted companion of your mother. So it was only fair for you two to hit it off.

She pushes you away, caressing her cheeks with a pout. "Don't touch my face,"

You cross your arms, "Drama queen."

"Says the one who is the literal form of it."

You both chuckle, bickering back and forth. Even as the guards gather outside, certainly hearing your loud laughs.

Yoongi sighs, rubbing his eyes to take a look at the new reports. Looking outside, he sees the sun beginning to set in. Nowadays he is mostly confined to the library. Looking over the kingdom's past reports and the land disputes was a task in itself.

As soon as he is finished with the pile of books, the guard brings in another. It's never ending, and it frustrates him to no end. Their father is going all berserk on them, Jin is pushed to learn all the warrior skills with Namjoon. While he and Hoseok are given the task of reports. Mostly him cause Hoseok's work is to check on the grains that the kingdom receives from the citizens. And of course, the amount of money going out of the palace.

Even his spending has been cut off, all because of that Princess.

"Brother, are you free?" A knock had him look up, watching as Jungkook enters inside.

"What is it?" He groans, stretching his hands to make sure he doesn't have to take a walk for his health now.

"Father says to have dinner together. He also wants to discuss something important," Jungkook chews his lips, even as Yoongi frowns at the request.

That means, he have to see you. No way.

"I don't wanna go. I am busy," He hopes that excuse will work but no, looks like his brother is also a stubborn man.

"You go and say this to father then. Why should I get the scolding for that?" Jungkook huffs, turning away and leaving.

Yoongi sighs, knowing that his father won't listen. And so it would only be nice to go and save the trouble of getting more tasks from that old man.

Night befalls onto the Palace with a blanket of stars, the moon shimmers across the ground. Lightning the earth with a soft glow. For you, night means a peaceful walk along the lake but no, as a married women. This means to walk around the royal kitchen.

"Add salt to the cauldron, and you. Stir the vegetables well," You pass through, watching as the maids settle the plates.

Today the royal family was gonna dine together. Which was, for you a task. Cause well, you have to again see the father-son duo who can hardly go by without fighting. If they want to fight, then fight. Why bring you in between? You pout at the thought, from the corner of the eyes. You see Anika nodding at the tasters who are busy tasting the food prepared.

It wasn't long before your getting followed to the main hall, the maids busying themselves over decorating the table. While you stand here and watch the preparation, Anika being just beside you.

As soon as the table is set, the King enters alongside his most trusted advisor. "Your Majesty- " giving a curt bow, you smile when he takes his seat. Momentarily acknowledging your presence with a nod, as he goes back to talking with his advisor.

"This year, we can only hope for the rain to be adequate for the crops. If it isn't then the tax relief will eventually come into force, what do you think?" The King looks at the lanky-aged man who hums at the thought.

"Your Majesty, it would be a nice idea." He nods, looking at you who listens to their talk with keen interest.

"My lady, I have heard a lot about you. It's a pleasure to meet you," His grin throws you off, even as you give a curt nod to him.

Soon, Jin enters followed by the other Princes who take their seats. Your the last one to take a seat, beside Jungkook who doesn't even look at you. Instead, he engages in talking with taehyung who heartily entertains him. On your side, sits Hoseok who gives you a neutral look, one that you avoid.

It looks as if your in the middle of a war. One slip and your head will be next.

Complete silence falls over the dining table, apart from the occasional clatter of the glasses. You chewed as softly as you can, making sure to avoid the guys. "So," at the noise of the King clearing his throat, you look up— "The renovation of the second floor of the Sun Palace will start soon. I am thinking that it would be best if you and your wife start your married life at the earliest. Why don't you all stay together, it would help you bond and even have this kingdom blessed by an heir."

You choke on your food, coughing as you force yourself to calm down. Sipping the water, you blink back the tears that came as the consequences of the shock. When did this old man even got the idea of this? Living with seven, and produce an heir. Her body shivers at the thought, screaming at their stupid plan.

Namjoon looks at you with a glare, as the King speaks. "Are you okay, daughter?"

You nod, "What's the hurry, your Majesty? Bonding takes time, why not have some short trips or even dates." You suggest, not wishing to even think about staying inside with not one. But seven.

They can easily overpower you, and judging by how much glare your recieving from them. Your sure, you won't survive even the first night.

"Hmm, what do you think I should do then? You all look more like strangers than a married couple."

Your eyebrows twitch. What is the motive of the King speeding up this process. It's not like you can go and read his mind or something. And living with seven is a nope. "How about one at a time. I can stay with one Prince over a period of three months."

Jimin nods at your words, even if he is looking towards his father.

King smiles, "Okay, you can start with Jin. He will now live in your inner quarters, away from any kind of distractions." His words carry a double meaning, and your immediate to know that he is referring to Jin's lover. A silent aggreement of no arguments.

Three months.

God knows what will happen.

#bts smut #poly bts #seokjin x you #slight yandere #taehyung x oc #bts #fanfiction #fantasy #historic #hoseok x you #namjoon x you #jungkook x reader #jimin x you #yoongi x you

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Hiii! I just wanted to let you know how UNIQUE and INTERESTING your stories are, I'm soo invested in them!! Could you please add me to your permanent taglist if you have one.. 💌💌

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Hey, could I please be added to the taglist of both of your stories?

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Once upon a time// Chapter-2

Pairing- Polybts x reader

Summary- Choosing a husband is not easy, but bring in the seven princes and your in a lot of trouble.

Warnings: Gender inequality, Mixed emotions and tensed situation. Other than that, None for now.

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"Outrageous." Their advisor, Khala sternly gave a firm rejection.

It wasn't long before the whole arena had a smoke of doubt filling their lungs, their mind reeling at your decision which was ridiculous, if not stupid. Women can't have more than one husband. It was an unspoken law, and giving it up was wrong. If not sin in the society's eyes.

Your father fumes, "What are you saying?"

From behind, your mother comes, her pace quick. Holding your arms, she pulls you back. "Have you gone mad," she hissed, poison dripping in it.

Even though, somewhere your heart was thudding at the reaction. You very well knew, what you want? This whole event was only kept for your future husband. And if you don't get to have a say and present your voice then what point it had. "Didn't Goddess Seira had five husbands? What's wrong if I want to add two and have seven?"

Your father, pinches the bridge of his nose. As if holding his anger that is seconds from the tip of his sword. You know, it was a stupid move but your eyes refuse to look at them. Instead it moves to the seven princes who are yet to have any say.

"Mortal and goddess have no comparison." A King who you recognise as Liam puts his thought, as you roll your eyes.

"Well, the reason for calling you all was for selecting my groom. Now that I did it, all are suddenly against me. As I said, my interest lies in all the seven men. All have enamoured me with some nor the other qualities. If I were to select one and carry on the alliance, what guarantee will it be that being in the same house as theirs will not have me thinking about the others as any less than the princes who tried to get my favour." You pause, gauging the reaction of the people. It confirmed your doubts, that atleast they were willing to hear your side before coming to a conclusion. "I have to be their sister-in-law who is considered equivalent to a mother. Now the question is, would they see me as a mother figure If I were to be their Kingdom's Queen. Won't that be difficult or did the King of the Sun thought it would be nice to have more options. Just in case, the chosen Prince gets rejected. As far as I know, we only invited one suitor. Not seven."

Tension surged the arena, as the crowd took a hearkens breath to release the meaning behind your words. You see Jin shake his head, ready to counter your words but before he could. Khala comes in, "Princess, I think the situation is more of your dilemma than theirs."

You grimace, "It isn't like the one I chose are not worthy of an alliance."

Jin is silent. Too silent, as his brothers can do nothing but watch the arena becoming a court where everyone is bombarding the Princess with their set of questions and why all this is so wrong?

To be Frank, he doesn't even know that a women can have more than one man. Though, he had heard the tale of the goddess who loved all five Gods. But never have society taken that as an ideal for a women. He could tell, by the way some women threw disgusting glances at the royal family.

Some were appalled at the thought, while some shuddered as if even thinking about it was a sin. The King was furious, and he knew this will not end well for the eldest princess and even if the event was to be pulled off once again. The rumours about her will be too far fetched to even think of retrieving her honour.

An unwed Princess was the last thing a kingdom needs, either you will be thrown out or locked away from the rest of the world. Forgotten at once.

Jin knew that a royal family had every right to detain you for this. Heck you would even be forced into a mental asylum, declared as someone who is suffering mentally. He knew how dirty royals could get, even their own family would hardly matter in front of the citizens. Uprooting their image would be foremost priority.

"We have to do something," he whispers, even as the others pick up his words.

Namjoon sighs, "She can't expect us to be okay with sharing her, it's stupid that she even thought of this." While the others chose not to speak, which only told about their decision. They weren't ready to be your husbands. Much less share you on grounds of marriage. It was unheard of, it seemed bizarre. Almost impossible yet here they all are.

Jin knows, you were one stupid fool. But now they don't have any time for that. Which brought him to the most dreaded conclusion. He knows, their Kingdom needs an alliance. The south province is not to be taken lightly, your family's ancestors have some of the most legendary fighters. One that had made its way to the history of the Sun.

Not only your great-grandfather had supported them in the war against their enemies, but they have also shaped their nation who was on brink of getting invaded. It was the reason, why their Kingdom is always on your side. But to strengthen this bond, his father has especially told him to bring an alliance.

Cause strategically and geographically your kingdom is the most sought after. Not only it is near the banks of the largest river, but it also has a long history with no invasions from the other countries. Your kingdom's influence on culture, language and art is noteworthy. Which means, he has to take a decision. One that will shape his nation's future.

Either in a good or a bad way. Only time can tell that.

"Take her away, we had enough." King's voice crashes the ongoing match to a standstill.

He had to be quick, "I accept this alliance. It would be an honor to have Princess Y/N as our wife and the future Queen of our Kingdom." His answer had Namjoon whip his head, so fast that he was afraid he would have a sprain in his neck.

Yoongi scoffs, "I don't remember saying yes to this shit."

Jin glares at him, which silences him and the others who were ready to throw hands and back away from this whole trap.

Your father looks at Jin, gone were the kind expression from earlier. The one in front of them was a force to reckon with, "You do know what your saying? As the rule suggests, backing away from this alliance would mean instant death."

Jungkook and the others gasp, their mind reeling at the thought of death. In which book was it written that if they don't wanna accept the deal, which they never did except Jin; would result in instant death. Namjoon sighs, having long seen past the facade. The King is making sure they do not back away and nor you stay in here.

As soon, as the garlanding procession is done. They are gonna be waved off.

Your standing dumbfounded, though your glad that the seven accepted the deal. It wasn't long before the priest was called for the vows and a garland of flowers were pushed upon you by the servants who hauled you down the moment their King started shouting orders.

It was chaos, in all the wrong way.

You were hurried like no other, so much that you didn't even have time to properly greet your new husbands. Your belongings were packed, the dowry having been already given alongside you who could only stare back at your father and mother. Their expressions were neutral, as you hoped. No tried to gauge anything but failing to do so, you eye your sisters who have emotions ranging from absolute confusion to grief. Even a hint of anger.

Of course, they were angry at you for pulling this stunt at such a grand event.

The entire ride, you had to sit stiffly. Your maid Anika was with you, which was a relief.

"Congrats, you have made history." She chuckles, even at the face of the death you had dodged so narrowly.

You scowl, pinching her arm as she yelps. The sudden pitch in her tone startling you, as the palanquin comes to a halt. Giving her a glare, you mouth 'all because of you' to which she gives you a huff. Refusing the accusation with a firm shake of her head.

"Is there a problem?" You heard a voice, as whoever is beyond those curtains was patient. Better than the one you had come to know, if not unveil.

Clearing your throat, as best and as quiet as you can. You speak, "No, I was a bit startled when my maid tried to help me unpin my hair." Coming up with an excuse, you apologise to whoever it is.

If you were to be true, you really don't know whether the Princes who you have chosen as your Husbands are gonna be the same as the first impression you had of them. Namjoon is a gentleman, as far as you now. Jin is patience, Hoseok is sweet, Yoongi is ice cold but has great morals. Unlike some Kings. Taehyung and Jimin are so handsome. But it was the youngest who had your mind reeling. Your last conversation was of him pulling your trick back at you. And God, was it embarrassing.

"Okay, Princess." The voice speaks, and before you know the palanquin has come to a halt.

Anika is the first one to get out, telling you to be inside. It wasn't long before she comes back, "Princess, His highness thinks they should stop for a while."

You nod, body aching to stretch already. "Is my tent ready yet?"

Anika smiles, "Yes it is, there's a river nearby. Do you wish to go there?"

You nod, eager to have some cool water. Anika slides the curtains off as you tuck your veil, making sure your face is covered entirely. It was a rule that as a bride your face shall be covered all the time. It was annoying, especially when the hot weather couldn't have any mercy on your body that is suffering from the onslaught of the dress.

Up above, the sky glitters in myriad gems poised as small diamonds. The moon in its full glory reckoning a sight deemed as bizarre nobility.

A group of maids trail behind you as you inch closer, ears picking up the sound of running water. It was soothing, and so you didn't wait to dip your hands. Splashing the water across your face, the servants helped in removing some of your jewelleries.

"Finally, I can breathe freely." You groan, as Anika massages your stiff shoulders.

She chuckles, smoothing down the crease of your veil. "You can go and change in your tent. Until then, I will see how the preparations of food is going?"

You nod, stomach grumbling at the thought of food. Followed by the maids, you move towards the tent but a guard stops you before you could take any step further. "I heard, that the Princess has chosen seven husbands?" The man's wicked grin, boils your blood as you stop your servants who were ready to give him a lesson for even thinking of talking to you in a disrespectful manner.

You can handle him.

Raising an eyebrow, you refuse to reply as he chuckles. His height and strong muscles would not intimidate you. "Why don't you show me how you will please them whor-

His words are cut short, as a sharp attack befalls on his private part. You bend your knee as the said guard falls down, clutching his dick as if it was the most precious possession. "You were saying?" You raise an eyebrow, chuckling over him. "Give him 200 strikes and yeah, rub salt on his wound."

Barking orders at the guards who arrived after hearing the commotion, you leave as the maids tie the guard up. His shrills of anger getting ignored, "Bastard."

You mutter, nose flaring at his blatant disregard of your status. What's so wrong in wishing more than one husband? Didn't the royal men did the same, heck even your father had three wives. And that Adam, that cruel bastard had ten wives and yet he wished to have you.

There were so many loopholes in this tradition of self-groom choice. It was pathetic that royals who looked no less than uncles and a dad of ten were also participating. Adam was rumoured as a cruel royalty, someone who got pleasure in ravaging his property. His wives being at the forefront of it all. But his Kingdom was far more important, and so parents were okay by ignoring him in quest of the privileges that comes with the alliance.

Of course, you were against it but it isn't like destiny can work in your favour.

But atleast, you were able to bend that and change the course in your advantage.

"Princess, are you Okay?" A concerned voice had you whip your head.

It was Taehyung. He looked good, changed into his silk white robes. You bit your lips, atleast you are not regretting your choice. What society says is not your problem. "I am, it wasn't that of a big deal. Anyways."

You shrug, as Taehyung shakes his head. "No, it is. He can't go on spewing nonsense, I will make sure he gets punishment."

You don't speak, letting him do whatever he deems fit. Taking his leave, soon after assuring you, your hauled back to a much needed bath. Anika helps you in removing your clothes as you take a seat on the wooden plank.

Body shivering as you lay bare and vulnerable. "I hope the water is hot."

Anika chuckles, untangling your hair with the comb. "Prince Hoseok made sure that the guards filled the buckets with warm water. Isn't he caring?"

You smile at her words, eyes roaming across the vast tent that shimmers under the moonlight. Lamps lit the bathing space, enough to make your fear of darkness flee from sight.

"I just hope no one barges in while I am bathing." You grumble, eyes moving back to the entrance which is heavily covered in bright red curtains, yet the seed of doubts made it hard to relax.

Anika laughs, smothering the expanse of your arms in turmeric paste. "Rest assure Princess, Our servants and guards are outside. No one will come in, you just relax and enjoy your bath."

You huff, hands pressed on your thighs as Anika works on scrubing your body. Soon after rubbing the paste off of you, your sighing. Even moaning when the warm water falls on you, gliding down your skin in a perfect rhythm. "It feels good." After your bath is done, your quick to wear a silk red robe. Tired wouldn't even begin to explain your condition, you can't even open your eyes. Much less think about eating.

So it wasn't surprising for Anika to have you hurrying back to your tent, where your fast to pull the covers and drown in slumber.

Namjoon frowns, when he doesn't see you with them. Food was already served and you were nowhere to be seen, "Brother, Where is Y/n?"

At this, Jin replies. "She is sleeping,"

Jungkook frowns, "She must be tired then?"

To which Taehyung nods, popping a raspberry into his mouth. The rest of their dinner went silent, apart from Hoseok discussing about moving at the early dawn while Yoongi is in his own world. Somewhat dreading how their parents and people would react to this marriage. He knows, everyone is particularly avoiding that topic. He doesn't even know how you can even sleep in such a tensed moment?

Morning arrived with an icy serenade, beckoning a series of natural phenomenon. One that makes you chuckle, the breeze was cool. You slide the curtains, poking your head to take a look at the passing trees.

A yawn slips past your lips, you had to leave early. And so your maid had to literally force you out of bed, considering what a heavy sleeper you are. It wasn't a shock, when Jimin had to personally come to wake you up.

How embarassing.

You purse your lips, "I can't sit more, why don't we walk instead?"

Jimin chuckles, "Already?"

You look out, as his horse moves just beside your palanquin. "Yeah, it's not that comfortable in here."

You were okay with travelling but for long hours, sitting in one place without an absence of activity had your body ache like anything. Even last night's rest could not bring any relief. It also didn't help when you felt sleepy, the combination of your low state irritating you to hell and back.

"You can come and ride with me, Princess?" Jimin offers, as you weigh down the option.

It was still time before you reach the Kingdom and so with that in mind, you give him a firm nod, entertaining the thought.

Jimin orders the guards to pull the palanquin down, getting out. You and Anika heave a sigh of relief.

She decides to walk along the other servants while you take hold of Jimin's hand and following his instructions. You towed your right feet onto the stirrup, pushing your body up; leaving the rest upto Jimin who hauled you up, hoisting you against his chest.

If not for your heavy dress, you would have preferred your legs on either side. This position was scaring you, so it wasn't your fault when you clutched to Jimin for dear life.

"Hold tight if you don't want to fall, Princess." His teasing voice, had you roll your eyes.

Taehyung and Jimin follow behind you as Jin and Namjoon are in the forefront. It wasn't long before Yoongi and Hoseok join you.

"I hope Jiminie is not disturbing you too much," Hoseok smiles, as you laugh with a shake of your head.

"None that I can't handle."

You could hear Jimin scoff, even as a playful fight ensues between the two. Soon, silence hung across the very air you breathe in. A few handful of hours and you will be inside the Sun Kingdom and the way the Princes are looking at each other with wary glances.

You know, whatever will greet you there won't be pleasant and neither it will be kind.

By now, the King must have heard about your scandalous act. If there's anything that spreads fast than a forest fire then its a rumour. A true one at that is no joke. But you remind yourself, your a royalty. If being a royal has taught you anything, then it's using and bending situation like this up to your advantage.

Your prepared, if not ready.

Bring it on.

#poly bts #bts smut #seokjin x you #slight yandere #taehyung x oc #bts #jimin x you #jungkook x reader #namjoon x you #jin x reader #yoongi x you #hoseok x you #historic #fanfiction #fantasy

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hauntedkidpersona · 1 year

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I just found your blog and your writing is so amazing and you have me totally hooked with your fics, I literally stayed up reading over and over the chapters of your two published stories, I look forward to the next update, take your time and always stay healthy, thank you for giving us such amazing fics.

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Once upon a time// Masterlist

Pairing- Polybts x Reader

Summary- Choosing a husband is not easy, but bring in the seven princes and your in a lot of trouble.

Warnings- Toxic behaviour, Power Play, Insecurities, Gender inequality, reverse harem, angst, depression, sexual assault, Kidnapping, dom/sub dynamics, obsessive tendency, jealousy, possesive behaviour, minor character death, Nudity, Anxiety, Emotional and Physical abuse, gaslighting, Eventual smut, arranged marriage au, Historical Fanfiction, poverty, hate/comfort, fluff, gender-roles swapped, Pet play, Mistress, Master, Dominance, Slight Yandere, rough handling.

Genre- Historical Fanfiction.

Chapter-1

All eyes are on you but your attention is on them. A event of a lifetime is here, and your anything but prepared.

Chapter- 2

Your garlanding session is quick but for now. Rumours has it that a certain Princess has brought utter shame towards her kingdom.

Chapter-3

After a long month of drama, your finally having the rest of your life. But guess what, it won't last long.

Chapter-4

Living with Jin is like living with the devil. Being on alert is advised

Chapter-5

Punishment for the Mistress

Chapter-6

You give a reality check to the eldest Prince of the Sun Kingdom

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Hi, could you please consider putting Read More’s on your work going forward? I was search for pictures and I had to keep scrolling and scrolling past your work before I finally got past it 😅 Writing 10k+ is super impressive though!!

Thank you dear, and yes I have already added Read more so you won't have any trouble in scrolling. 💜

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Once upon a time - Chap 1

Pairing- Polybts x Reader

Summary- Choosing a husband is not easy, but bring in the seven princes and your in a lot of trouble.

Genre- Historical Fanfiction.

A/N - I hope you all enjoy this new series. This one was something that I had a thought. More like a small imagination that I wished to pen down and so here it is. Buckle up your seatbelts, we are in for a bumpy ride so-

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Amidst the sprawling dessert of Nikhali, you stood just across the beautiful Palace of illusions.

Decked up in red and a sparkling gold, resplendent like the sun that grinned coyly at you. Rays shimmered and drums rolled, pumping the hearts with a vigor; for unruly was this event of a lifetime.

One by one, passing through the line of the prosperous Kings lined up for the swayamvara. You refused to indulge anyone, seduction being an art you do not condon.

"Admired by the Kings, and yet the celestial beauty refuses to much less glance their way." Your maid-in-waiting ushers you to the next suitor, causing a slow ripel to the silence.

Swayamvara, a self-selection event where royal women get to choose and the men, compete to win her heart. May it be fighting or using wisdom to woo the heart of the lady. You, the Princess of the Kingdom of light are very much into the prime of her youth.

Entering the age of nineteen did open the doors of marriage proposals from all around the corners of the world.

You smile, eyeing the man that glimmers in rubies. Moving away, you speak "Beauty causes wars, it's a curse to be one."

"It's not when history pens you in golden words," The maid steps close, as the next Prince, who, by his nervous composure fails to amuse you.

It was boring, mind calculating at milliseconds, weighing the options being hard when all men had something that entices you "It looks as if he is more scared than the bride here."

Your maid's chuckle, entertaining the thought. "Earlier, he fell into the pond. Poor Prince."

You smile, the illusionary palace was crafted in mysterious ways. In avoiding the crystal clear water, he might have trudged along the other path. The carefully selected carpet made him a fool, beneath it being the pond made in jest to see whether the suitors were prepared or not.

"Stop laughing in his misery, the poor guy is already scared." You hush the onslaught of taunts, strewn across his neck like a chain of iron.

Behind you, the arena grumbled with the war cry of the two Kings. A sight for the citizens, the constant collision of swords now being a graveyard for the ones who watched in bated breath. Across the high stairs, stood your family. Regal and composed, eyeing every minuscule change in perfect serenity.

"I have personally crafted this piece, may the Princess accept it and let it be a part of her glory." Adam holds a sparkling necklace that makes you laugh in dirge.

You eye the piece, somewhere knowing its a trap. The sooner your skin touches it, the closer he will be to winning. "We will see,"

You move ahead, as a figure towers you. Not being fazed, you look up. Gaze falling on his gold robes, a perfect V line further elaborating the well-defined chest that swoons a lady with his power. He was pure muscle, giving off an aura that subdued your coldness to the point of melting.

"Lady," His tongue rolls, like a music wrapped in velvet. "A pleasure to meet you."

You nod to the Prince who gives a respectful bow, letting his knees touch the ground which is unusual for the customs of inequality frowning upon the obvious attempt. A man's ego is too vast to be anywhere below its counterpart. "Who is he?"

You whisper, not looking anywhere but him.

"The elder Prince of the Sun Kingdom. Kim Namjoon." You nod, squinting your eyes, only to quickly get back to your defiant look.

Namjoon gives you a sweet smile, his dimples enhancing his overall persona. What an absolute treat to the eyes.

"Don't you think by going down you have disrespected the rules of the society?" Your voice is cold, with no hint of amusement flickering in your eyes. In all seriousness, the tense atmosphere has now driven close. The arena behind you was silent, as the change of attention brought you to the centre.

Namjoon gets up, not reacting to your accusing tone, instead, he smiles. "To weigh respect based on gender is not something I believe in."

"So by bowing down, you accept my superiority?"

He shakes his head, "To respect a lady is not a show of superiority but a humble attempt to let you and the people know that you are not a trophy to be won." His words made you laugh, what a wise choice.

Your heart might be moved but it was the mind that resembles a creature on the hunt.

"Sweet words but not all clouds that thunder rains," You give him a clipped smile, moving to the next man.

If the previous one was handsome, the next one was no less than a beauty incarnate. The perfect proportion of his eyes and the plump lips could have deprived you of composure, if not for the crowd watching your move like a hawk.

"Prince Jin, Firstborn and the next King of the Sun Kingdom." You purse your lips, eyeing the man that tucks his head down in a curt manner.

Accepting his greetings, you eye his purple robes of exquisite royalty. "Do you think women's job is to only be in the kitchen and give birth to a boy?"

Jin purses his lips as if taking a moment to grasp the words. "No, not only she is to be present in every offering to the Gods but she also has a right to be a part of her husband's decision and also be the one who guides him and his family to greater heights of prosperity."

You hum, pinning him in a conspicuous look of swirling mirth.

Strength, Knowledge, Beauty, wisdom, discipline, truth, sympathy and an innate aura to be impartial in decision-making and be calm in face of the most troubling thoughts were what you were looking for. The number of times your family has called you out on the delusional traits, saying you were asking for too much was exhausting.

But a woman is allowed to dream, to hope and channel her expectations on the future.

One decision changes it all.

"So do you know cooking?" To which, Jin nods. Surprising you a little, but, you hold your ground.

You pass along, as the maid hurries to match your steps. "Jin is perfect, or might I add all the Princes of the Sun are?"

Gingerly, you tuck the tendrils of your jasmine-perfumed hair spun in a braid of ornamental decorations behind your ear. The sudden move inciting your ringlets of bangles to drop across your porcelain skin in chaotic madness. While a certain sunshine rains on you. Smiling brightly at your presence, he takes your hand. Planting a chaste kiss, you shiver. "Hoseok. Third Prince of the-

"Sun Kingdom." You complete, even though they all are brothers. Their acts and their actions were different, if not melodic to the ears.

He nods, in no hurry to let your hand go. "Your hands are cold." Squeezing your hand, he acts as if transferring the warmth straight to your heart.

It was if the questions that were ready to be bombarded on him was all in all lost into his crystal clear eyes. You blush, feeling shy at his care that had your heart speed up.

You hum, smiling at him as you pass to the next suitor.

Oh My.

"Don't you think sitting in front of the Princess is rude?" Your maid chides the man who sits on his allotted throne, taking a look at you, he hums as if approving you.

You stifle your need to roll your eyes, "Even the Sun Kingdom has its version of the solar eclipse." You mutter, as your maid chuckles at your choice of words.

"No, more like the icy mountains of the Himalayas. He is cold."

You nod, eyeing the man that groans. And stands up, once he concludes that you're not going away. Not until he starts talking.

"Nice to meet you, Princess." He speaks, voice strained in what you called reluctance.

His pale skin stood in constant battle with his very cold and calculating eyes of his. Like two globs of the ocean, representing the Marianna trench. Who knows what's beneath the darkened waters? Blessed with beauty, all are but looks could be deceiving.

"Name?" You ask him, as he replies with a flat tone. "Yoongi," you call as if testing the essence.

Yoongi blinks, annoyed as you stand. Eyes raking over his form, taking your own sweet time. "Do you think a man should be loyal to only one woman?"

"It's his choice but If you want my answer, then yes I am a one-woman man." Yoongi grins, seeing right through your jumble of words.

"Royal men see marriage as a political alliance, so can that be true in the case of royal women?"

Yoongi takes a moment to reply. "It's her choice, who am I judge?

You click your tongue, moving along as your maid huffs as if not pleased by the whole ordeal. "Why the long face, Anika?"

She groans, "All options are delectable, how are you holding?"

You smile, knowing where she is getting at. Frankly, you're like any woman. Weak for the handsome men that filled your palace grounds. You even would have given your heart a thousand times over, if not for seeing what lies under. Intentions, Kingdom and alliance- all are to be taken into consideration and as a woman, you want someone who will bring this to the table and deem you as an equal.

Not to mention the sidelong glances of the Princes whose lust overpowers their logic was now getting hard to reject.

"Let's not go there," You take a deep breath, gathering the expensive fabric of your dress, adorned and embroidered extensively in golden pleats of coils, as you steal some of its zeal to reduce the qualm presided by the event.

Opposite you, a man of innocent beauty chuckles. "At your service, Princess."

His voice was laced with flirt, picking or not was a choice but who were you to deny? "Jimin. Sun Kingdom," Your maid cuts in short, too tired of dragging the same sentence over and out.

You smile, lips pursed apologetically "Do you have any mistress?"

The bold statement, had the maid gasp beside you. Deeming it too early for something like that, which you ignore. Brushing the glance with a tight-lipped smile.

Jimin drags the silence, painfully slow. Biting his lips, your eyes wander to the same before quickly taking his eyes that flicker in amorous delight. "Have. Are you sad, perhaps jealous?"

You scoff at his choice of words, "A Mistress is a whore, a Queen is equal."

Passing through him, you fail to notice his eyes that darken at the sight of your dress that hugged your body in all the right places. If sin had a human name, then that would be you. Jimin chuckles. Your answer has caught him with an innate desire to have you.

Your answer was clear, there was no comparison between a mistress and a Queen.

The evening sun drags out, as the servants head in to distribute the suitors and the on-lookers with much-needed relief- a drink, some fruits and a sweetened dish. The Kings are awaiting, the Princes are sparring- mace, sword, arrow and bow being constantly asked for.

"How many are remaining?" You heave a sigh, looking behind to catch a wink from the King who had defeated the neighbourhood Prince in a match.

His body was sleek in sweat, muscles rippling as he showcased his strength. Eyes boring into you, snapping your attention back. You groan, how much more you have to tolerate. "Just two more, Taehyung and Jungkook of the Sun Kingdom."

You hum, going towards the said name.

He was breathtaking, his face as if carved by the Gods himself. Taking your hand, he plants a kiss on it and you swear, you swooned. His gaze was trapping you like a sail stuck in an ocean. "Prince Taehyung?"

He nods, his lips ghosting your flesh as he takes a step back. "A pleasure to meet you, My lady."

You nod, attention dragging towards his robes. How will it be to undress him?

Shaking your head, you ask. "So, are you here for a political alliance?"

Taehyung chuckles, "It's nowhere as important as you,"

Oh, he has a great way with words.

Your mind hums, as your heart drums. You nod, taking your leave as the next man comes into your view.

"Jungkook. Youngest of all the seven," Your maid speaks, a little louder, as the man nods in agreement.

"Nice to meet you, Princess." He bows ninety degrees, as you nod at him.

"Do you think satisfying a man in bed is only a women's task?" His face flushes, as your maid gasps at your question. Doing a retake to check whether her ears are ringing or not. But seeing Jungkook's red cheeks, she knew you were the culprit.

Getting over his obvious shock, Jungkook stares at you. "Satisfying you won't be a task, My lady. Trust me."

Now it was your turn to look at him, seemingly taken aback by his words.

Your maid laughs out loud, as you brush her off. Going away from the seven princes who seemingly watch your swan-like gait in part lust and part want.

If your parents thought you were done with your choice, then they were in for a surprise. You made a list of your desired Prince- a long one at that and made them fight among themselves. It was a sight to behold, the war cry clashing like thunder awaiting a doom-like rainstorm.

They fought, hither and thither. Left and right, defending and attacking.

At the end, they gave up. Letting the winners step up.

Your father smiles, "The remaining seven could fight among themselves, we want one winner."

Seated on the lush throne, you listened to all the gossip your mother shared with your sisters, if not that, the servants weren't much keen on the fight. Their attention was rather on the latest rumour flying across the palace.

Jin wipes the sweat off of his forehead, "Sorry, My King. But I won't raise a sword on my brothers."

You raise an eyebrow, as your father chuckles. "And why is that?"

For this, Namjoon steps up. "As a brother, my responsibility is to protect them. Not put them in harm in any way, I may be a warrior but I do draw lines when necessary. My morals won't allow it."

When all the seven princes had the same say, your father glanced at you.

Telling you to choose, right now.

Standing, you briskly walk up to him. "I choose all of them."

You watch as all the seven princes' eyes widen at your choice. The traits that you're looking for in your husband are present in all of them, if not one. So why not have all of them? But the question is if they refuse then you have to turn up and choose Adam. Other than the Sun Kingdom, if any other King is worthy of an alliance from the Light Kingdom then it's him.

Your parents have made sure you remember his face.

"If they agree, this alliance is fixed. If they don't, then they can very well go back to their Kingdom." You further elaborate, as your gaze sharpens in like to a hilt of a sword in quest of flesh, even as you gingerly tuck your veil in act of newlyweds.

While the whole arena falls into a deadly silence.

#poly bts #bts smut #bts x reader #namjoon x you #jimin x you #seokjin x you #slight yandere #yoongi x you #hoseok x you #jungkook x reader #taehyung x oc #fanfiction #historic #fantasy

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Doom's Soulmate// Chapter-2

Pairing: PolyBts x Reader

Summary: I would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone

Warnings: Toxic behaviour, Insecurities, Gender inequality, angst, depression, sexual assault, Kidnapping, obsessive tendency, jealousy, possesive behaviour, minor character death, Nudity, Anxiety, Panic attack, Manipulation, Emotional and Physical abuse, gaslighting, blood play. Eventual smut, Supernatural, soulmate au, Vampire au, Fanfiction. Eventual smut.

Genre- Fanfiction, polyramous relationship.

Word count: 10k+

Soulmate. The missing piece of your soul. A gift but are all gifts worth taking?

Masterlist- Chapter-1

Chapter-2

Tags- @lachimolala22019 @singukieee

𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔. 𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆—

It was peaceful.

As if you were floating on clouds. Ah, you must be in heaven or something. A movement had you squirm, your body immediately chasing the blanket. Cold. Your hands touched something way opposite of warmth, causing you to shiver.

Yoongi froze. He didn't want to wake you up, no he was content by looking at you. He just wished to pull the blanket you had used as a way to hide your face away from him. He didn't think that you would react this way.

He just feels sad that his mate has suffered in her childhood. He hates everyone who had put her through all the pain, if only he could kill them with his own hands. But unlike other times, he wishes to have the last strike. The last blow, as that sinner's soul leaves his body. Once and for all.

He was still struggling from Yuna's betrayal, even though the one suffering the most being Jungkook and Jimin.

Jungkook had been having a hard time, wallowing in guilt and regret that only erupted as rage at Yuna's betrayal and their mate's absence. His vampire went on a full-blown blood lust. On run, he had come across Yuna which only triggered his instincts. His vampire saw her as a thorn and if not for Namjoon and Jin. That body would have been unrecognisable while her being a part vampire couldn't even save her.

Only purebreds like him had the boon of immortality.

Dhampirs like her could easily die, not that he cares for her anyways.

You squirmed. Again.

Now yoongi was alert, his senses picking up the beat of your heart. The sudden rise letting him know your getting out of your dreamland.

He sees you stretch, hands and legs flying into a star-cross position and then in a second, your hopping your stomach up. As if doing an exercise, it was funny. The position but-

"Oof—" Yoongi groans, your body falling flat on his side.

Now that hurts like a bitch.

As soon as he looks up, he is in front of your wide-eyed face. Who is now glaring down at him with all the hate it could muster.

"What the fuck-"

They both speak, too shock on comprehend the situation.

Yoongi scrambles out as you go to strike him, completely livid at the thought of a vampire beside you.

"Calm down, It's me. Your mate." Yoongi speaks as you storm near him, driving him right across the wall.

Your nostrils flared as absolute rage consumed you. Did they kidnap you? How low can someone fall? Where is your Grandpa, he would be worried for you. But for now, your attention moves onto the vampire. Instinctively, your hands touched your neck. Feeling the supple flesh, relieved. You heave out a sigh. Atleast they didn't drink her blood.

You scoff at his words, "Mate, My ass."

Pointing a finger at his chest, you glower at him. "How dare you bring me here? Where's my Grandpa, tell me"

You were panicking inside, the room wasn't yours? You weren't with your Grandpa, fuck you can't even remember what happened. How did you reach here from the hotel? Your head pounds as much as you try to remember. Eyebrows pinching at the pain, you finally decide to let go. The memory digging was intensifying the pain. As if someone threw a rock over you.

Feeling a gaze, you snap your head towards the door to see Jungkook standing there as if he saw some ghost.

"Fuck me," You murmur, mind reeling for escape already.

You felt like a prey, far from being comfortable around the creatures deemed as your mates. If they wish, they could rip your head off. Hell, Jungkook almost did that. They are scary? They make her skin crawl in the worst way possible.

"You can't run away from us now." As if reading her mind, Yoongi smiles at her.

That only made her skin pale. Goosebumps arising on it like an uninvited guest.

"He meant, we don't mean any harm." Snapping out of his daze, Jungkook scrambles to explain the misunderstanding.

You give him a scoff, far from believing the words coming directly from him.

Looking around, your eyes fell over the telephone. Your mind clicked as you hurry to dial the number you recall by heart.

But before you could punch the last pair of numbers, the telephone is snatched from you. Thrown viciously across the wall by none other than- Jungkook.

"Do you have a death wish," You scream at him,

He looks up to you, eyes gleaming with a dangerous glow of red. "MINE."

You stand frozen, disbelief coursing through it all. Coming out of your daze, you snap back. "Bitch, I am Mine. Nobody else's"

At your sheer disrespect, his eyes intensifies, as if pinning you to it like a magnet. An involuntary shiver arises inside you, leaving nothing but chaos in its wake.

"Jungkook, Calm down." It was yoongi who kept a hand on the youngest.

But no, it was if he couldn't see anything except you. His attention was making your skin crawl, reminding you exactly how wrong running now will be. You don't want a repeat of that night. Especially not when your chances of escaping is slim.

"I want to talk to my Grandpa," Speaking your idea, you look at the two vampires. Letting them know that you do not wish to stay here.

Jungkook chuckles, eyes holding anything but amusement. "Your our mate and your gonna stay in this manor, you like it or not."

You laugh, disbelief evident. "Bet, Ankit would have been a better mate than you could ever be."

Your words seemed to only tick the Vampire whose gaze darkens at the mention of the man you so wished to be your mate. Yoongi's eyes widens at your words, a scowl replacing it but when he sees Jungkook on brink of losing his sanity. He immediately grabs hold of Jungkook's arms, pulling the maknae with all his force.

"Let's go out," Yoongi brushes off the protest leaving Jungkook's mouth.

You watch as the two leave the room, a smirk gracing your lips.

Weren't you in their house? And as much as you know, Vampires have a keen hearing so that means the others will be around somewhere. Listening but not actually intervening.

Your acting bratty, you know that but your skin is itching for revenge. To annoy them and drive them up the wall.

Anything that could replace this sting of your heart.

And so you hurry, to close the door with a soft click. Which only served to alert the vampires of your acts. Taking a deep breath, you clear your throat.

"ANKIT should have been my soulmate," You yell on top of your lungs, putting every emotion into your vocal chords.

"Your mine, only mine." You mimic Hoseok's words,

"Only mine to fuck and claim." You then move to mimic taehyung, followed by a tiny Rawrrr which came out more like a kitten's meow but anyways— "Only mine to keep for the rest of eternity. In every birth, your mine Ankit." You scream out, mimicking Jin, Yoongi and Jungkook. Sarcasm was dripping down your tongue, while your rolled over chanting 'Ankit' over and over again.

As if his name was some Mantra, as if he was your salvation. Your liberation. Your fantastical man who wears a tuxedo.

You try to scream as much as you can. As if calling out to the sky, as if wanting the lines of destiny to magically bend over your stubbornness.

The loud footsteps of someone running had you straighten up. Moments later, a series of voices shouted through the door. And just like that, the momentary silence crashed down like a piece of glass awaiting a doom you brought ahead with your actions. You smirked, humming alongside the series of bangs right across the door.

"Open the door," You recognise that voice. Taehyung, was it?

"Oh please, let me enjoy my fantasy with Ankit. You don't know how many times I have dreamt of him fucking me," You internally cringe at your stupidity but nonetheless carry on the act.

You have read plenty of Wattpad smuts to exactly know what goes into it. Uh huh~

A harsh bang on the door had you jump, "I see, your in need of punishment." Namjoon growls, one that went straight to your heart.

No shit Sherlock.

Quickly pulling yourself out of the myriad emotions, you squint your eyes, "Punishment and me, No Ankit has already pulled that card on me way many times. It's not kinky anymore." Swirling the strand of your hair, you grimace.

You need to wash your hair.

Jimin sighs, "Kitten-

"Uh huh, that's what my ex called me. It's cringey as fuck." You shudder, lying through your teeth.

Though the reason was entirely different. You hated endearing words, any nickname that expresses love is poison to you. Even though love was the reason you walked into the library everyday to find something that sparks passion and rekindles love. Something that lights the flickering lamp of hope inside you.

Throughout your childhood, you watched your classmates falling in and out of love, going through break-up, depression and what not side effects of this love. Seeing their state, you always felt a little nice. Atleast, your heart isn't broken and that's how you were that cold girl in class with whom boys would think twice to approach.

Your heart being afraid of this love that makes one rebel? You laugh at the memory of a sweet boy running behind you as you scramble out of his sight. Knowing well that he wants to propose you.

You had to be loyal to these seven vampires. You roll your eyes, biting your lips in a huff.

Hoseok muses, "But I thought you didn't have any boyfriend?"

You chuckle, "Oh I did, how can I forget someone who took my virginity. He was one of the best fucks of my life."

At your remark, a combined series of growls follow through. What are they? A pack of wolves. You roll your eyes, sauntering over to the bathroom to take a bath and maybe relax to think nicely about how to make their lives hell. Stripping out of your clothes, you let the cold water seep into your head. It had you shudder but quickly getting it done, you move on to squeeze the shampoo into your head. Massaging the roots, you gather the foam and splash it across the wall with a giggle.

Taking the shower head, you clean your hair. After which, you follow the same with the rest of your body.

After a cold shower, you switch onto the hot one.

Letting the water splash against the wall, while you chase the droplets raining down with the tip of your finger.

You don't even know how much time has passed. Maybe, you should just go, deciding on the same. You dry your body and wrap the towel around your body. Pulling another from the hanger, you wrap your hair and sigh. Done.

And your tired.

Shaking your head, you slip out of the bathroom. Peeking around the room as your gaze fall on the now silent door. Maybe, they got tired.

Or maybe they heard me in the shower.

Good for you, not that you have anything to do with them.

Humming, you slide across the room. Inspecting it with a newfound curiousity.

It was a huge room. The Queen-sized bed attracting the most of your attention, where lays the silk sheets in purple, doused in a softness that had your hand itch to feel it against her. Shaking your head, you move to the far side of the room. There lay a side sofa with a small table, right across was a window through which you can enjoy the view of woods beyond.

Overall, the room gave you more of an ancient vibe than modern but then you had vampires old enough to have their own tastes which was kind of reflecting in the room.

By room you remember, your phone—

"I must search my phone, it must be here somewhere. I hope." You mumble to yourself, looking around as your eyes glaze over the gown neatly kept on a chair. Oh, quickly scurrying over you take your dress. Pressing onto it, while you pray that no one gave it for a wash.

You remember your gown had a pocket somewhere.

Ahah- your hand pressed against the hard surface. Your phone, oh God. Quickly pulling it out, you scream when you see the battery is dead.

"Ah," You scream in frustration, huffing and puffing. Now where to get a charger?

Going near the nightstand, you see another phone. That Jungkook might have broken the telephone but this phone right here is how you will contact your grandpa. Opening the phone, you do a little victory dance. No password, what a fool Indeed.

Biting your lip, you go over contacts. Quickly typing the numbers, you press the call button.

Taking the phone over your ear, you anxiously cross your arms as the phone rings at the other end.

"Hello, Chris speaking-" you jump when he answers at the fifth ring.

"Grandpatakemeoutofthishellholerightnow." You say it all in once, all the while stomping your feet impatiently.

Chris sighs, picking up her words. "Sweetheart, your back. Do you even know what happened to you?"

"I don't want to know, you come get me first. I don't want to stay here grandpa," You whine, throwing tantrum after tantrum.

"No, they are your mates. Learn to accept them," His answer came as a bucket of cold water on you.

How could he let you live with this monsters? Fuck, what are you supposed to do. And that's how anxiety grips your heart, you don't even have your aunt's bracelet. What will happen of you? They will suck you dry, no they won't. Your their one Soulmate right?

At this point, you don't even know that.

You sigh, asking exactly what he wants you to ask, "How did I end up here?"

Silence follows, and for a second she thinks the call is disconnected.

"Hello, Grandpa—

"You became a little, after your mates saved you and for your kind information. I did went to take you with me but you didn't want to leave their side so I let you be." Chris explains, but all you could hear was 'little'.

You closed your eyes, hand bawling into fists.

Why can't you remember what happened? Did you actually forgot what triggered you into that state? Maybe you did, a way to save yourself from further trouble. You wished, no wanted to know the events of that night but you know, somewhere your hesitating to ask the same. Do you really want to know?

No, you don't.

You don't need another stress to add up in your nightly breakdowns. That maybe selfish on your part, but that's what you think is the best for you. You know you aren't that strong, heck your weak when it came to emotions and to say something triggered you into being little is enough proof that you don't want a revisit of that horrible memory.

"But I have like seven mates, Grandpa. And how am I even supposed to bond with them, especially when all I feel is hate towards them?" You genuinely question, cause well you really don't know how to tackle this situation like an adult.

You know how you are. Mending things isn't your expertise, if anything you prefer to leave things as it is. Running away rather than facing, yes people would call you coward but you were one anxious bitch. Heck, your anxiety made you revise your books again and again. It made your stomach twist in pain, had you sweat like no other.

But then it was a symptom of your pcod. Atleast, that's what you have learnt all this years.

"Seven is a lot, but you can go one by one. Try to bond with them individually, learn about their likes and whatever you do. Make them your friends, before you head along the road of love." Chris chimes, making you feel disgust at the way he said that.

So cheesy, ugh your brain needs a break.

"Yeah, Bye Gramps." You wave off, even though he can't see it.

Cutting the call, you huff. Knowing them individually, you can try.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Now what should you wear? Going near the cupboard, you dig inside. One by one you throw the dresses out, the pink colours making you want to slam your head. Why are all this dresses so baby-like? Did you actually wore all this shits? Ugh, why?

Whoever brought this has a terrible taste.

You shake your head, the dresses back at your Gramps house are way better than this. Should you go and get them? Deciding, you go and quickly wear the same gown. Looking over the stand-mirror, you brush your curls that were still damp.

Well, you don't have time to set them now.

Opening the door, you skip down the stairs.

To know them individually. But with whom you should start?

"If she wants to leave, let her Jungkook. Your actions are not at all helping." Jin's voice chills her skin, the sheet coldness of it had her know how serious he actually is.

You could see they all are gathered in the living room. Keeping your breath as slow as possible, you stood just across the stairs. But no, your time is up when Namjoon whips his head to look right into your eyes that grew wide.

"You want me to die young or what," Keeping a hand across your heart, you saunter over with a neutral expression.

You could sense the atmosphere halting. The silence was intense, no one daring to break it.

Jungkook was practically sizing you up like a predator. You roll your eyes, giving him a look while in return, he scoffs at you.

You grimace, not knowing how to actually convey what you want. It's weird and makes you want to run away but you know, you can't. Not this time. "I will give you all a chance, but-" you gauge their reactions. Eyes rolling over one vampire to the other.

"I want to know all of you individually, so it would be nice if you all agree to it." You finish, not daring to meet anyone's stare.

A surprised look passes over the vampires, it was Namjoon who spoke first. "I- I mean that's okay with us."

"I am in." Jimin waves at you, and for some reason you could tell he is flirting with the way his eyes rake over your body. Clearing your throat, you look away as if avoiding the way he made you feel. Caged.

Hoseok looks over, even as the other vampires nod. Agreeing to the same.

"Which one of us you want to bond first with?" Jin smiles at you warmly, the earlier coldness replaced by the tenderness that had your mind feel tingly.

Either he has years of experience or he is just good in hiding his emotions.

You don't know whom to choose. Now that you look closely, all are extremely handsome men. No doubt in that but looks could be deceiving. You know cause that's how world was fooled over and over again. Beauty brought wars, heartbreak, pain. It was an illusion, if anything you want to see the what's in the inside.

And as much as you know, in that field. All of them are lacking.

You know they are waiting for an answer, anxiously looking at you and each other. Attentive yet somewhat tense.

Deciding to go with the easy one, you choose "Hoseok."

For a moment, you can see Hoseok's shock but that disappears as soon as it came. Letting you know that the guy was good in hiding too, so what? Two can play the game for sure. At your choice, the other vampires nod and leave the two of you to your devices. You know all of them are little disappointed that you didn't choose them but guess masking that emotion was easy rather than adding another fight to the already raging one wasn't a good option here. It wasn't like you don't want to, they have to have patience.

He moves towards you, "So, where you want to go?"

"First, my grandpa's house. I want to pick my clothes."

"If you don't mind, shall I take you for shopping? That could be a perfect place to start our date- er bonding I mean." Hoseok stammers, making you smile softly at him.

The reason you chose him was little selfish on your part. You recall the night Jungkook attacked you, it was him who came to check on you. Though at that moment, you were very much pissed to take any kind of help. Lest being seen as some vulnerable girl who will cry any second. But nonetheless you remembered and were grateful that he somewhat cared about you. Even though, he didn't know you would be his soulmate. That only meant, you could rely on him more than anyone.

Sensing you haven't answered yet, Hoseok taps your shoulder. "Oh, sorry. Sure, we can go shopping."

And the smile he gave you had you blinded for a second there.

You don't know whether it was a good idea.

But you know, the smoke of regret is strong in here. God knows in what attitude did you thought that it would be great to just go in this gown fit for some event. It made you feel so extra but at the same time you marvelled at the attention you drew. The maids had a hard time stopping themselves from praising you. So much that you could even see a hint a envy in their eyes. Maybe you were misreading, or maybe not.

For the first time, you had painstakingly taken your time to do your hair and apply a little makeup.

Eyeshadow and all weren't your cup of tea and neither you ventured at that part. You had done whatever you had saw your classmates doing before going on a date. And that's it, your done. Now no more re-checking.

"We look fine, we are. Yes we are," You whisper to yourself, taking your purse and the phone which one of the maids had offered to charge.

She mentioned that your phone was same as that of Namjoon, so she got his charger because you weren't ready to go. It was funny but you won the argument and she had to go. She is a sweet lady. She has been serving the vampires for over 200 years and she had promised to fill you in all the gossip surrounding them.

Which you are most definitely looking forward to.

"You look stunning," you whip your head to see an equally dressed hoseok. And might you add, he looks ravishing-

That tuxedo gave him a regal look, the muscles rippling underneath a temptation you can't undo, who said only women can do seduction. This Vampire in front of you was a walking sin, you could say cause a maid herself couldn't stop licking her lips at him. So much that she had to avert her eyes before she is caught in the act.

A spike of jealousy shoots up your skin but suppressing the urge, you smile at hoseok whose gaze beholds you like an ocean beholding the waves. Crashing, rising and tumbling down at the whim of his fingertips.

Your mood plummets, gaze flickering towards her in disdain. What's with people trying to drool over your mate?

The maids bow, as one speaks. "My Lord, do you want to feed before leaving?"

Your eyes twitch, does he feed from her? You look at hoseok sharply, unknown to your burning gaze. He waves her off, "No, you can go."

And as soon as she leaves, your soured mood no longer wishes to go on that date.

Still, acting up. You cover the hideous emotions as if they were nothing but a pile of trash. "Ironically, they say opposite attracts. Don't they?" You throw a question wrapped in dirge. Eyes narrowing with a mocking smile, one that had hoseok frowning ever so slightly.

"Are you jealous?" He raises an eyebrow, smile stretching up at the very thought.

You chuckle, "If getting reasons as to why giving you all a chance is a waste then yes, I am jealous. Now, hurry up before I change my mind," You brush past him, rage bubbling inside you like a volcano waiting for eruption.

Vampires can't be trusted, can they? That maid acted all wise in front of you but as soon Hoseok came, she went to throw herself at him like some bitch in heat. Are all maids here your rival? But are they, you laugh to yourself. If Soulmate and a commoner can ever be compared than sure your standing was far high than they could ever imagine. You will let them know that you being good doesn't mean anyone can stomp on you.

But for now, you got a date with Hoseok.

You blink your eyes, looking around to see your already out of the mansion.

You sigh, this much anger won't do any good to you. Especially not when your senses stop working. Atleast, you didn't crash straight against the guard who was very much eyeing you.

"Y/N?" Before you could look back, Hoseok's firm hands brush against your arms, settling down at your lower waist. Tilting your head, you swallow at the close proximity but say nothing.

You let Hoseok pull you towards the car ride awaiting just across the entrance of his house. The streaks of anger were still burning, but deciding to know the Vampire. You let the fire extinguish, granting it no release which only meant it will be visiting you again. Soon.

The entire ride you and Hoseok didn't exchange any words except few smiles here and there.

It was suffocating to say the least but still you pulled through.

Looking out, you watched the trees pass by. The crowd at this side were very few, infact you couldn't even see any people except cars parked in a line. Wonder in which rich locality has hoseok brought you in? If he thinks he could win you over with a dash of money and some luxury then he is wrong. So wrong.

The car comes to a halt, as Hoseok gets out. Before you could get out, he encages your hand in a gentle grip. Making you internally gag, what a gentleman.

Is he trying to court you? Seriously.

You hope this courting would actually help you to know him better. If not, then vallah your gonna whoop his ass. And not in a kinky way, nope.

As soon as your out, you leave his hand. Attention going over your hands that are busy setting your dress of any crease. As soon as your done, you look up to see Hoseok extending his arm as if wanting you to hold it-

Your mind stutters, is he fucking serious?

Twirling around, you move inside the first shop you see with a dress sign. The rush of cold air as soon as you step-in had you involuntarily shiver, but brushing past it. You look around the expensive store that screams luxury and calls you poor in many ways. So much that you don't even wanna count. As long as you don't have to see an age-old vampire trying to court you, anything is fine. Yup.

"Mam, Sir. Can I help you?" A women comes up to you, wearing a smile she must have learnt.

Cause well, if you tried to smile like that. Your mouth would for sure hurt like hell.

Looking back, you see Hoseok. Knowing exactly how a certain Vampire was trailing behind you all along. Not that you mind but having a handsome Vampire meant having to see women falling flat against his feet like some offering willing to please him or something like that. And for sure, your correct when you see the women brighten up at the sight of Hoseok.

What actually irked you was how Hoseok was keenly smiling so brightly that your insides melted. Not with butterflies but with rage.

Wow, God made sure that for eternity. You will be on your toes. Ugh.

So annoying, rolling your eyes. You move along the sections. Taking whatever dress you could pull, you saunter inside the dressing room. Needing a moment to decide why this whole decision to give them a chance was a failure in itself. And why you should have escaped, a much better option than all this shit you have to go through.

Taking a deep breath, you fan your face with the back of your hand.

Looking over the dress, you sigh. You actually want to fight Hoseok, bonding can go down the drain. Your fuming, why doesn't he go and fuck all those bitches? Just like how he and the other Vampires did all this years.

Why should you sit here and burn in jealousy. Your soulmate can only bring insecurity in you, and nothing else.

A knock had you shout a 'Wait a min' even though all you wished was to snap at that person who was only irritating you with all that banging on the door.

"Can I come in?" Hoseok speaks softly, as if you were some child. You scoff.

"This is a bad idea, can you just drop me at my Grandpa's?" You speak, letting your frustrations out. You can't take this shit, in no way can this vampire and you be mates.

Grandpa was right, your bond was a defect in itself.

Why bother saving when it's doomed until the very end.

"Just, open the door." Hoseok demands, leaving no room for arguments.

Unlocking the door, you let him in. As soon Hoseok enters, his eyes look over you with a tender look. "Sweetheart, why do you feel like this? Have I done something wrong?"

Your so frustrated that even though all the complaint lay at the tip of your tongue. Your unable to say or much less convey the emotions. Your angry, no furious at him and the world. Maybe it's just your hormones or your just way too fucking sensitive.

Shaking your head, "It's nothing," and you make a beeline to leave, again.

But before you could, Hoseok stops you. Brushing the curls covering the expanse of your face, he caresses your face with a tenderness your so foreign to. "If you want, we can go somewhere else? Tell me, do you feel okay?"

You nod at his concern, biting your lip when the same heartwarming smile graces his face.

How could this Vampire spread such warmth when all you could feel is cold at the touch. "Why are you acting this nice? I don't like it."

There. You said it, as your heart couldn't help but want the bitter pill to be shared by him too. Why only you should feel this jealousy, this love and this feeling so foreign. This possessiveness shouldn't be there, not when you don't even know him at all. But then, it wasn't like you were asked before getting them as your soulmates.

He frowns, at your question. Taking a double-take but when your expression stay the same. He knows, you aren't playing with him. "What do you mean?"

Such a thickhead, you sigh.

Crossing your arms, you speak. "Tell me about yourself? Anything."

You wait, all ears to the man who takes a moment before smiling at you. "I am 10,000 years old. Name's Hoseok and I am your soulmate. Your hope, your sunshine."

You gasp, hands flying across your mouth in a dramatic way. "Damn, that's old."

Hoseok's eyes widen at your remark, hands clutching over his chest. "In human years, I am only 28. Not old."

You roll your eyes, "Your still an old man, Vampire or not."

Hoseok's eyes darken at your words and it only had you watch in amusement but alas, it didn't last when he saunters into your personal space, pressing you right against the wall with a force that had you groan at the impact. Peering over, your breath gets caught in your throat. He was just an hairsbreath away and if you or him moved, even a little then you would kiss. At the prospect, your heart hammered. As if demanding you to do it, to get it over it. But no, it's your first kiss.

"Darling," he hums, voice slicing through her heart like smooth velvet doused in honey. "If I were you, I would take that back."

You look into his eyes, the obsidian spun darkness luring you into an ocean your so not familiar with. It entices your heart, tempting you to do exactly what he wants. Fall. Right into him, fall so down that getting up would be a task you would rather give up then struggle over.

"What if I don't," you decide to push his buttons, raising an eyebrow. You tilt your head, successfully caging yourself in an odd angle of proximity.

"Then I will make you,"

Before he could crash onto your lips like some beast awaiting a feast, you encase his mouth with the palm of your hand. Successfully deterring his destination for now.

"Sorry, Vampire. You will have to earn this." Tapping across his chest, you let him know that you wish for some space. Which he gives, stepping back as you leave a breath of relief. So minuscule that it would be hard to gauge, but then aren't Vampires an expert at this?

He knows the affect he has on you.

He does and that's scary but at the same time it's not. You don't know the correct word to express it but it makes you feel torn in all directions. Question is, in which direction you should go?

"Just to let you know, I was being polite to that dhampir and this lady only because my mate thinks I should respect all women no matter what. If I failed, then you can gladly punish me." His next words had an electric current run over your body, snapping your head at him.

You can't believe it.

Did he really? Do all this so that you could be impressed.

Your heart involuntarily squeezed at the care and love, distraught you grimace as to how you should react to this. You don't know. You aren't familiar with all this love talk but can you ignore what the heart wants?

You hum, feeling a lot better now.

"Now let me fix our date." Taking hold of your hand, he pulls you out of the dressing room.

Hoseok takes you to the fourth floor, a series of casual clothes lined up for women was where you found yourself standing at. He chose too many tops and leggings for you, waving off any women who tried to assist him. Your skin flushed when all his attention was on you, giving you an instant relief from all those workers who were trying hard to gain his attention.

It was annoying that everything was cute in his eyes and if you didn't stop him, you were afraid the whole shop will be empty in a matter of seconds.

After buying all the necessary things, you went up to pay.

"Are you hungry? I know this restuarant that is preety famous." Hoseok tilts his head as if awaiting your answer while you trail behind him.

At the thought of food, your stomach grumbled. You coughed to cover up your embarassment but hoseok simply nodded in understanding. "We should hurry then."

You wait on the sidelines as Hoseok pays for your items with a black card. To say you were shell-shocked would be an understatement, you knew vampires were rich but this was another level. Even your bank account won't ever be ready to shop in this store much less burn holes in your pocket.

"But that would mean only I will have to eat?" You grimace, knowing well how in that cafe the vampires bought a warm cup of blood.

So what Hoseok will have in the restuarant? Blood soup?

The thought made your stomach churn, the sight of blood was not a very nice moment for you.

It was why you ignored the vampires in the cafe cause well if you saw them drinking blood. You were sure you would either vomit or faint right then and there.

"Let's go."

You nod, letting Hoseok haul you out of the store. In inside, you were screaming. Hoping to think of anything but the sight of blood.

You did not have a nice memory with blood. Not when your friend's brother got hit with a stone. All because of the stupid fight you and the other kids participated in. You recall pressing your hand on the back of his head to stop the bleeding as your friend shouted 'See, this much blood.'

And the next second you knew, you had fainted. The sight of blood was more scary than seeing a ghost in the halloween nights.

Hoseok could see your distracted. It was as if something was bothering you. He wished to ask you but sensing how your still hesitant opening up to him had him stop right there.

Giving the shopping bags to the driver, he takes hold of your hand with a smile. "Come, the restuarant is right across the road."

He had already reserved the table. Considering the owner was a great friend of Jin, it wasn't that hard for Hoseok to get a little bit of early reservations. Helping you take a seat, he had let you take the order.

Whatever you will have, he will too.

Your eyes lit up, at the sight of the food- Chinese, Indian, Italian.

You name it and they had it.

"Mam, Sir. Your order?" A waiter comes across our table as you give him a soft smile.

"For starters, I would have a Manchurian and then Schezwan noddles. That's all." You close the book, looking over to hoseok with a hesitant look.

"And you?"

Hoseok smiles, "I will have whatever the lady will have."

As soon as the waiter leaves, you give a look to Hoseok. Not understanding how he can order food when all Vampires can have is blood. If your brain and memory is not fooling you then yeah, Vampires live on blood and not food. Heck, even your classmates think that food tastes like poison to them. Did he do this for you? You can't wrap your head around this at all.

"I heard that Vampires can only have blood?" You raise an eyebrow, earning a snort from him.

"Let's just say a women helped us with that." Hoseok chuckles, watching as you glare at him.

Not at all enjoying his way with words. Which women? And what help is he talking about. Involuntarily, your mind went to those maids. Dammit, can't these vampires have male servants. Clearing your throat, you try your best to hold onto your emotions bubbling inside of you.

Your eyes twitch, "Oh, was she some witch? In return of this taste, she must have asked you all to fuck her. Didn't she?"

But Hoseok's face glows as if knowing exactly what is going on in that preety little head of yours.

"Darling, you shouldn't lower yourself to that now. My mate isn't some witch and even if I want more than anything to fuck you. I can wait." His words had you cough in shock, even as erotic images of you and him cloud your mind like a glue.

Biting your lip, you suppress the urge. Hoping your red face would not give you away so easily.

"Cat got your tongue."

You scowl at him, but before you could retort. The waiter arrives with the food. After serving the food, your busy digging in. Too hungry to look at a certain Vampire who is very much looking at you with not so innocent eyes.

Hoseok couldn't help but smile as you gobble up your food like some starved man left in the scorching dessert without any trace of water. His eyes couldn't help but narrow at your lips, the red color taunting him to no end. He couldn't control himself around you, so much that he was ready to claim you right inside the dressing room.

To bend you over and fuck you as he marks your skin with his bite and hickeys. He was glad that you stopped him. Otherwise, the others would have been at his throat by now.

Hoseok glares at the far end corner of the room. Knowing exactly that the others are standing right there. He knows cause well Jin wouldn't help him get reservations without an ulterior motive. They all want to be there and see exactly what they will do on this date.

He sighs, so much for bonding.

"Aren't you eating?" You bring him out of his thoughts, shaking his head.

He smiles, digging right in.

You smile at the way his eyes lit up at the exquisite taste. You hush him, not wanting him to again start talking. Not that you don't love him blabbering, but right now. Your too hungry to care. "We don't want our food to be cold, so eat. You can praise the chef later."

As soon as your done with food, it's time for the dessert Hoseok specially ordered for you. As your taking a bite of the chocolate ice cream, Hoseok speaks up. "Do you really think that Ankit should have been your mate?"

Halting your actions, you hum. Not knowing what to say, "If I am honest, somewhere I did hope Ankit would be my mate. But now that I think, my reasoning for this was only because he talked to me very sweetly and not only me. To any women, he was the same. He didn't even know them and yet the way he talked was as if your in a presence of some Prince. But it was just a crush, nothing else so it's in the past."

You see Hoseok being deep in thought and you curse. Did you rant? Why did you have to call him Prince, but then wasn't that his nickname? It was, so you weren't in trouble.

You hope so.

"Ah, but you should know better than screaming his name in front of your mates." His voice, wrapped in velvet had you shiver unknowingly.

You gulp, knowing well what is he referring at?

"Well, were you jealous?" You hide your swirling thoughts with a raised question.

To which, he only chuckles. As if it was the most obvious thing, "Jealous, Nah my sweet. I was fucking seething at the way you chanted his name." He growls, the same animalistic aura surrounding him.

He looked deadly, no wonder the Vampire was pissed at your earlier actions.

"But your punishment can wait, for now. Tell me." He raises his hands, fingertips brushing against the narrow end of your mouth in poised thoughtfulness.

Instinctively, you licked your lips. His eyes darting to the same. As he gave you a stern look 'Don't'

And you licked your lips, again, defying him like anything.

Pulling his hand back, he hums at you. "I see, Namjoon wasn't wrong when he said you were a brat."

You smirk, letting him know that you are. And you won't go down without a proper fight, why should you? But somewhere, even you know that this is all a facade. Your not the one your so hard pretending to be. Inside, only you know how much your freaking out at the thought of having sex with your supposed soulmates. Your a virgin and let's just say, all lies that your feeding them will have to come to an end.

But for now, you will revel. Acting exactly how you want to be seen.

As soon as the dessert is finished, Hoseok and you take your leave.

Your feet are already killing you, the heels weren't that comfortable at all but then it was all worth it. It completed your look. Otherwise you would have looked no less than a baby in front of him.

Blame that thing on your height.

The familiar sight of mansion greets you from the car seat. Now that you see it more clearly, you could tell that it was huge. No it was gigantic. Plus the gothic touch gave a feeling of royalty. Vampires do have a strange taste, but you like it?

"How many rooms are there in your mansion?" You ask, genuinely curious.

Hoseok hums, "We have total 104 rooms."

And you had to literally sniff to make sure your breathing through your nose and not just stare at him like you saw something way too extraordinary. Which you did. Damn, they are rich. "Oh, that's nice."

You clear your shock, even as Hoseok smiles at you.

Passing through the gates of the mansion, the car comes to a halt as Hoseok helps you out, again but this time you don't resist.

"Thank you," You say with gratitude.

Hoseok shakes his head, "It's my pleasure, you go inside. I will bring your bags." Patting your back, he goes back to help the driver with unloading.

You smile at his sweetness, even as you enter the mansion. But before you even reach the door.

It's thrown open as a pair of arms engulfs you. "Finally, your back."

"Jimin, stop hogging her." Hoseok comes from behind you as the Vampire nuzzles against your neck, earning a shiver from you.

Nipping your skin, he pulls back with a grin. "My mate doesn't have a problem, does she?"

Your too shocked to react. Did he just bit you? Touching the spot near your neck, you glare at him. Not at all enjoying such open physical affections. "Well she has,"

You recall him. His attitude towards you when you first met him was still as bitter as the cold mountains of the Himalayas.

Not giving him any more reaction, you hurry to the room you came from. Too tired to deal with the others. Your feet were killing you. Maybe a warm bath would help, you wouldn't know until you try so.

As soon as you enter your room, you make sure to lock it as you throw your heels on opposite directions. Huffing you stretch your feet and hurry to the bathroom.

"A nice bath is what I need." You sing along, entering the bathroom—

"The hell-" You yell as a very naked Yoongi stood inside.

His back was facing you, a hand in towel. But as soon as he goes to turn, you scream and close your eyes. Muttering all the curses you might have heard in your lifetime. "What are you doing in my room? Pervert"

Yoongi sighs, throwing the towel right on your face. "Go away. This is my room."

The audacity of this man, no vampire.

You threw the towel down, looking up at him in pure disgust.

"hmph, as if I am dying to be in your room." You roll your eyes as you leave the place, almost running away from the vampire who makes you mad just by the thought of him.

What you didn't see was how Yoongi was following you with a scowl.

"For your kind information, we had a misunderstanding. But did you let us explain it to you, no, so stop being a bitch." He calls you out, all of a sudden with a completely different argument as you take in a sharp breath.

Turning around, you no longer care if he is naked. Your attention is right at his face, "Why should I? I have heard about the rumours surrounding your whole group. If anyone is to be blamed then it's your reputation as a petty fuckboy. As soon as you got a taste of my blood in Yuna. Suddenly, the whole bangtan wants to act like some godforsaken lovers they are not. Is that why, you were with Yuna that day. So that you all could make love to her? Am I right? Let it be huh, I know men like you. As long as the women isn't of some importance, respect and common decency is nowhere to be seen."

Your heart was hammering as you drew short, sharp breaths. It was as if you were consumed in a fire pit. Your voice cracked in the intensity of the anger you spoke in. You knew well, you knew that Vampires recognise their mate through blood. You even know how Yuna got your blood but does that give these men free ticket to hurt other women?

If there's something that spreads faster than a forest fire than its a rumour. How many have you heard about each one of them? So much that your ears might bleed, forget about eternity and all.

How could you stop from sympathizing from all those women they had hurt? For a moment, those women might have been a fool in your eyes but was that one-sided. No. They were part of it. For what, just to get some.

Playing games, leading them on and then dropping them like some rag doll.

Yoongi laughs, eyes beholding her in a cruel look. "Yeah? What about you? Didn't you fantasize Ankit as your mate and how he should have fucked you." He scoffs, "A whore indeed."

Your eyes widen. He just did not just call you that-

"You" Before your hand can slap him hard, he catches your wrist in an iron grip.

"We all went crazy when you ran away. What did you do? You brought Ankit to make us jealous so that you could satisfy your heart. You are a coward so stop acting like some goddess who deserves the whole world. When in actuality, your worse than us. Atleast, we accept our mistakes but you." He scoffs, pushing you away with a harsh glare.

While all you could do was stare at him with unshed tears.

Whatever he said was like a dagger to your heart. When did you call yourself a goddess? You didn't think like that, yes your mad at all of them but that doesn't mean you don't love them. You do but right now, it's hard to see that love which lies past the clouds of misunderstandings.

You know your childish, you do cause you hold grudges until the very end.

It was your negative trait, one that you cannot get rid of. Heck, you aren't able to forgive your father until now. How could you then forget their first impressions on you?

Blinking back your tears, you silently take your leave. Not really wishing to argue any more.

As soon as you leave, Yoongi glares at that door you left through. As if cursing it to even be there.

Minutes later, a happy Hoseok enters the room but sensing the drop of mood in his mate's aura. He frowns, "What happened, Yoongi? Is Y/N here?"

"This is my room, not hers." Yoongi snaps, groaning as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

Whatever argument he had with you was just his frustration getting the best of him. Literally he can't decide what to do with you, his mate? You push his buttons like no other, you love him one second and then throw him away like a trash. You sing, all for him but as soon as he comes. You refuse to even indulge him.

It almost feels like your slipping away and he is helpless. Heck, all are.

Yoongi doesn't know what will it take to have you trust him and the others.

It's what driving him up to the wall.

Leaving him in nothing but the crumbs of an impending heartbreak. One that he wishes to avoid at all cost.

Hoseok sighs, "Did you two argue?"

He looks up, letting him know exactly that.

Hoseok groans, "You fool, what did you say to her and where is she?"

He glares at his mate, not in the mood to have another guilt trip. Yoongi knows his words were harsh towards you, heck he is even regretting it the moment he called you a whore but no. His hurt and his emotions got the better of him, and in the end.

It was them who got hurt. You and him.

Him and you.

Hoseok sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We have to give her time, our bonding won't happen in a day Yoongi. I just hope you didn't ruin it by doing something you shouldn't have."

And with that, Hoseok leaves the room.

His steps fading, as Yoongi stares into oblivion.

Not knowing what to feel and do now.

Namjoon flipped the pages of his book, sighing as his attention went anywhere but the book in hand.

His thoughts overtaken by a certain women deemed as his destiny, the missing piece of his soul but the question was, were they worthy of her?

Today when he saw her and Hoseok in the restuarant. He was almost jealous, wishing it was him in place of his mate but he knew well than that. They all needed her, desired her but as she wished to have them individually, who were they to refuse her?

They all were now divided. Awaiting their turn anxiously. Here, jealousy and envy bloomed like a vine encasing their unbeatable heart.

His trance got broken by the thick blackened clouds that were soon dragged down by the heavy rain which held its delicate frame. The clouds who struggled to withstand the burden of the weight which the rain held, soon gave in as the rain poured down over the land with a roar.

Lightning striked as darkness rolled over.

"It's raining," Quietly padding through the library, Jimin comes out of a section with a book pressed against his arm.

Namjoon hums, eyes taking a peek at the book named 'How to Impress your crush' as he looks at Jimin with an almost amused expression.

"What? I need to impress my women and I am seriously studying." Jimin groans, as he takes a seat and flips through the pages with interest.

That, everyone is trying to do. Namjoon sighs, as your face appears into his imagination. They all are holding back but until when? Even they don't know. Out of all of them, Jungkook is the most possessive which is actually creating problem for all of them. "By the way, where's Jungkook?"

Jimin shrugs, "He might be in the gym, as always."

He sighs, the youngest has a weird fascination with working out. So much that if he wants to take his anger out, he will go to the gym instead.

Which is understandable as he wasn't present in the mansion since morning.

He and Jin clearly disapproved of Jungkook's actions. They didn't want to force you to stay, and when Jungkook had went and did just that. Let's just say, no one was pleased. But he can't blame him when it was his vampire that had him become like that. Every one of them has their Vampire which surfaces as soon as their mate is in the radar and from how Jungkook is reacting, it's safe to say his Vampire isn't pleased. Not until it has claimed you as his. Which can only be done after he has marked you.

"And what about Taehyung and Jin?"

Jimin sighs, "I don't know. Taehyung might be in his painting room and Jin will be either in the kitchen or in his room."

Namjoon nods, mind going onto the earlier conversation he had with taehyung. He spoke about impressing you with a painting of yours and Jin had been trying the same but instead of painting. It was the food he was working on.

"Have you all seen Y/N?" Hoseok strides in, looking around as if you can magically appear in sight.

Jimin closes his book, attention moving onto him. "What do you mean? Didn't she came with you?"

He was still sulking from the advice this book gave him. As it was not at all working on you. Did his charm not faze you in the slightest, but then Jimin could tell the slight raise in the beat of your heart and how your skin flushed as you tried to hide it in a cloak of irritation. He licks his lips, thinking of more ways to tick you again and again.

Until your dam breaks and-

Shaking his head, he brings his imagination out. First, he has to see where exactly are you?

They all concentrate closely, vampire senses heightening as if pinning your exact location. In this mansion, other than you there wasn't any human. And so it wasn't long, that they heard the familiar beat of your heart. It was faint, meaning you were a little far away but still it was there and that was all that mattered.

Suddenly, all lights turned out as complete darkness fell over the mansion.

"Wow, great." Jimin claps sarcastically, moving out as his vision clears in the darkened room.

Hoseok and Namjoon shake their head, part in relief and part in annoyance. Relief that you didn't ran away and annoyance for the sudden lights out.

"I will go and escort Y/N to her room."

As soon as Hoseok says that, Namjoon and Jimin frown.

"You had her for date, Now it's my time." Jimin huffs, hurrying out as fast as he could.

Namjoon sighs, "She didn't choose you yet." But he was already gone.

Great.

In another part of the mansion, the maids scurried around Jin who was now hurling insults for those who thought it would be nice to cut the lights. He was trying to decorate his special cake but still, heeding his vampire senses he continued on his work. But not before muttering few profanities here and there.

"You all can leave, or be silent. Choice is yours." He voices out, tone coming out a lot harsher than intended.

As soon as he is done, he puts the cake back into the freezer.

Moving out, he decides to go into his room and rest for the time.

From morning, he has been trying out this cake he had learnt from YouTube. And now he just wishes to go and have a rest, maybe even think of a nice place on how to exactly approach his mate. He can only hope you choose him for the date now.

( 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 )

"Daddy, I want this one" You whine, trying to use your puppy eyes on him.

Jin sighs,"You already have that."

Taehyung groans, "How can you say that to my baby, Jin hyung. Let her have it."

Taehyung comes in, dumping the clothes into the trolley. Judging by how full it was, it seems he brought the whole store. They really have to control on their greed to spoil you because Namjoon has been literally chiding him for all the things they have already brought for you. Day before yesterday, Jimin and Jungkook had taken you to a waterpark and from there you all had went to buy games.

You squeal, jumping into Taehyung as he groans at the impact but laughs when you pepper his face with kisses.

"You forgot me," he taps his cheek, even as you giggle.

Before you could go to him, Taehyung tightens his grip around you. "No, stay."

He frowns, glaring at taehyung who doesn't let you come to him. Well, let's see until when can he keep you with him?

( 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 End)

He hates how good things have such a short life span.

But then, he has never faced death. Not when he is an immortal being, one that cannot die no matter what.

It's hard to think of a life that finishes quickly. What scares him the most, is you, his mate who also happens to be a human.

A stubborn one at that.

He knows your Grandpa is in a legal battle with Jungkook's Father. One that he is not even interested to know about, cause well it wasn't like he would have helped that man. Not only he despises him for his inferior acts but also the way he hates anyone that isn't of their species. It's ironic for him to be suddenly interested in them.

All Jin knows is protecting you, even if it means going against the whole community who would rather see them mateless than with a human.

Which was cruel on their part, but oh well their ancient traditions were nowhere to change. Not until the old vampires give up their position to the young budding vamps awaiting for a significant change into the vampire world.

"My Lord," Lilian greets him, head tucked down as she bows deeply.

He hums, eyes steering across the windows, past the cloud that create a darkness he is familiar too. It was still preety much evening yet sensing the atmosphere, anyone could take it as a night.

Lilian hesitates, "Earlier, Lady Y/N stormed outside. And it's raining, so I thought it would-

She didn't even get to complete her sentence, before Jin is out of there.

Footsteps hurrying to go out and see his mate.

Outside the rain seemed to came as a much needed release for your thoughts. Wherein the earlier conversation with Yoongi presses the edges of your heart with needles pricking the moment you draw in a breath of air. Standing in the middle of the garden, you look back at the mansion. Lightning strikes as for a moment the place glows, as if it were morning but it passes as soon as it comes.

You sigh, letting your palm stretch across you. The heavy drops of rain hitting your skin, even as your tears led them down.

If anyone would ask, what were you thinking? You would have answered, nothing cause literally nothing was working inside your head. No thoughts, no opinions. You felt blank, even as your eyes shed tears as if it were their last day.

Maybe. Maybe you don't deserve love or maybe your doomed from the start. Maybe your father is right or maybe you are wrong all along. Maybe you marrying the guy of your father's choice was the best or maybe waiting for your soulmate was your luck. Out of this countless maybe's, all that can emerge now is hurt.

You gasps, as your throat opens up for the breath you refuse to in-take.

Holding your tears, you only make your throat tighten. A burning pain arising from it, as a protest to your self-harm.

The darkness around doesn't scare you as much, letting your head rest against the tree. You stare across the sky, as if trying to decipher beyond this clouds that seem familiar to your own mind.

"My Love," A gruff voice hauls your attention towards Jimin who strides right into your personal space.

Narrowing your eyes at his bold words and even bold smirk, you sigh. Not replying to him, your thoughts were already too heavy to take and the last thing you wanted was this.

Another addition.

Jimin clicks his tongue in disapproval, fingertips glazing over your damp hair. Swirling it, he hums as if approving your state while behind him. The lightning strikes again, rolling over the heavens and bombarding the sky with an afterglow. "This time, you shall choose me for the date."

You roll your eyes, done with that way he follows your eyes. Attention down at your lips, even as he makes you stiffen for a second. What is his problem?

"I don't think, you will take me anywhere but your bed as a date." You raise an eyebrow as he laughs, the narrow teeths on the front taunting you like no other.

That's sharp, if he bites you. Your done.

Jimin slides down beside you, "Won't you enjoy it, I will be better than your ex-boyfriend."

You froze. Uh huh. If only he knew how much of a damn virgin you are. Heck if they all saw the girl that lays behind the facade of cold. They would be surprised, won't they? You were a bit grateful for Hoseok to not come in for a kiss, for dodging one time had cracked your facade a little.

If it happened again, you might have ran. Soulmate or not, your scared of this. But for Jimin, you sure as heck know that guy has balls of steel.

He won't back away until he proved just how much of a good fuck he can be.

Of course your made-in boyfriend cannot do anything now can he?

"Not happening," You cross your arms, even as Jimin chuckles.

One that had you shiver, "We will see."

You laugh, not understanding what is he trying to do? Intimidate you or scare you for life.

Before you could stand, Jimin traps you in-between the tree and himself. Damn his vampire speed that had your heart leap into your throat. The action taking you off-guard even as you press your hands across his chest for some space which was refused with the way his breath fanned your lips.

And for a second, you forgot to breathe.

You will go cross-eyed with how close he is to you. "Kitten, fantasizing about Ankit as your man isn't very nice." His cold fingers brush against your cheek, inching across the expanse of your lips that quivered ever so slightly.

You sigh. Not knowing what to say.

Behind the clouds rumble, as if warning about the rain that intensifies. Even as large droplets fled down from the leaves, and just like that your hands brushed against Jimin's face. The action having caught him off guard, the blank look of your eyes not giving away anything to the question.

You allow your fingers to tap against his cheeks, "What a curse to have?" As you question yourself more than him, unable to read this creature of the night who stirs your heart. Unreliable and so so far.

Jimin hums, "If it brings you to me, then I would gladly have it a thousand times." His dark onyx pin you down, as your brain stutters at his choice of words.

Your hands drop, even as goosebumps arise. The sound of the wind rustling being loud enough to weigh your heart that beats at a fast rhythm. What a way with words?

"Now tell me, why did you think crying in rain was a good idea?" Jimin questions, as you shrug. Not in mood to explain your gloomy mood but at the same time, your mind comes up with an apt reply.

"Rain brings me comfort," You cross your arms, but in a flash. A figure towers you both as Jin brings an umbrella for you. Successfully blocking the raindrops.

"Do you two want to be sick or what. It's raining outside, half of the world is deprived of electricity and here you two are." The way jin scolds had your eyes pop out of your socket.

How can he speak without taking a break?

What is he, your Ma?

Jimin rolls his eyes, looking at you with an apologetic look. "Ignore him, he is like that only."

"Yah, I am your elder. What did you just say," Jin pulls his ear, earning a Yelp and a giggle from you.

What a day!

Next day, your up late.

After Jin had scolded your behaviour, you were quickly taken into your room. A warm bath was prepared, and despite your protests you had to take all their gifts. Jin had brought a cake for dessert while Namjoon had quietly slipped a book in your bed with some more book recommendations. Taehyung brought you a painting while Jimin got you a ring.

It was Hoseok who gave you a parting kiss, one that had the others seethe while you were too shocked to react, much less get him back for that.

It was as if all were collectively trying to win your heart, or in simple words. Court you.

But still somewhere you were waiting for Yoongi or even Jungkook to show up.

Guess what, they didn't and now you think instead of mending your bond. You had further broken it down.

'What if Vampire has a human Soulmate'

Your laptop screen was filled with many theories. Whole night you had went through various scenarios, none making sense but yeah if something did make sense then it was your fear of mate bond. You had still covered your mark with makeup. You seriously are not frowning over your destiny. It's not like you control it, so by now, all you think and probably fear is about the vampire community.

The age old vampires who worship the devil himself, the ones who think they are superior ones. And so a human being connected to a purebred vampire threatens the base and it wasn't like the news has never covered issues regarding the dark side of the vampires. It was not for the faint heart.

For once, they could ignore a normal vampire but what about your mates?

If Hoseok's theory of tasting human food with your arrival is true than isn't that an answer to your most dreaded questions.

The community will be out for your blood, literally.

A knock startles you as you rush to close the laptop, not before clearing the history.

"Yes," You reply, as the door opens with Jin who struts inside.

Accompanied by a tray of breakfast. Its smell immediately had your stomach tighten in anticipation. "Good Morning," Jin cooes at you as if you were some child of his.

"Morning," You reply, not wishing to drop his happy mood. Which is opposite of yours, totally.

For a split second, you could sense his gaze rake over your body. Zeroing right at your exposed legs, but he is quick to look up and smile. "I brought breakfast for you, I hope you enjoy it."

You hum, looking over the plate of tea and biscuits as he keeps it on the table. "Your Grandpa send your study materials and some clothes over. I asked him about your daily routine and he said, you like to start your day with some tea."

"Uh huh," You process his words, frowning when he mentions your Grandpa.

As Jin stands there watching you have tea, your suddenly awkward. Having someone stare at you was definitely not something you admired. And so you were bound to trip and you did.

"Ouch," You hissed, as the tea burned the tip of your tongue while you hurriedly gulped it down.

Jin panics, "Oh my god, why did you drink it so fast. It was hot, oh my god."

While 'it's because of you, you fool' rang like a mantra inside your mind.

In your haste to act as poised as you could, you didn't even register how hot the tea was. You shall reward yourself for such an ungraceful failure. Embarassment being your family by now.

"It's Nothing," You wave his concern off as beep sound come off your phone.

The name of your mother taking all of your attention from Jin who was seconds away from holding your chin and inspect the burn.

Picking up the call, you smile. "Hello Ma, how are you?"

"If you don't come back, I am storming inside your college and dragging you to this marriage." It's not your mother but father replying.

Your shoulder stiffens at the threatening tone, as anxiety drops your heart. Taking it to a drive of all the negative possibilities. "I told you, my degree is still-

Your cut off rudely by your dad, who now fumes at you with utter rage dripping down his tone, "Well, you can study after marriage too. Do you even know how good marriage proposals are hard to come by these days? I am paying so much dowry for your secure future and here your ruining all my chances. That guy is in foreign services and you have no right to say no, I have already accepted the proposal. Our reputation is on line, don't ruin this."

Your throat tightens, eyes stinging as you try hard so that your cold facade do not slip away. But it was getting difficult, how could he give you away without even asking your permission?

How can he care for you in such a cruel way?

You clear your throat, "I am not coming,"

"Then you can say goodbye to your family here." His next words made your heart stop beating for a second there, a tear slipping as you register the weight of his words.

"I will keep your last rites, so you need not come for that. It isn't like a corpse can attend its own funeral."

Unbeknownst to you, Jin's eyes had turned red the moment he heard your father's voice. Expression so dark that it would seep into the bones of its enemies, killing them with a glance. His vampire was clawing, as if asking to be released.

His mind was silent, a storm brewing and creeping up slowly and stealthily.

Snatching the phone from your hands, he speaks. "Oh well, let's see how will you do that in front of me."

Your eyes widened as you screeched in retaliation but one look from Jin and you stopped.

His hardened gaze had you stumble back in fear. Without waiting for your dad's reply, he cuts the call. While you stand there, with your breath caught in your throat. Will he drink your blood? His eyes are red, so red that it makes you remind of the colour your blood will have. You stumble back, trying to make as much as distance as you could.

But Jin was not having it, the moment you took a step back. He has launched himself at you, his vampire senses craving your touch, the smell of your blood and your body. Pulling you against his chest, as his nose finds your throat. Taking a long whiff, he hums. His mind turning hazy, ears picking up the sudden spike in your heartbeat. The way your blood rushed against your veins was heavenly.

He could only imagine how sweet you will taste.

"Jin-n", You gasped, your fingers tightening against his arms. Nails digging into him, but it was as if nothing seemed to work.

He hums, fingers brushing against your naked thigh. As you tried to flinch away, he pushes you on the table. Your silk gown hiking up, almost exposing your undies that had you burn in shame. "Let go." Your breathing is slow, your heart unable to take this intensity.

Your skin felt hot, it felt so wrong.

"Darling," Jin purrs, but as you try to close your legs. He growls, tching at your behaviour as his knees quickly press between your thighs.

And suddenly your all too aware of how close he is to your very virgin cunt. Oh no.

His fingers tap on your skin, hot breath fanning your lips. "Your mine"

And the way your heart dropped at his voice laced in possessiveness was anything but graceful. Completely unexpected and uncalled for.

When you didn't reply, he hiked you up. Your legs dangling as your clothed cunt brushed against his knees. The friction making you squirm at the foreign feeling. Jin smirked at your lost look, "I see, we have a little liar in here."

He could tell your a virgin by the way you writhe by something as simple as this.

Oh how will he enjoy unraveling you, making you beg underneath him as you went to explore a side of yours that only he would have access to.

Your lips trembled, his vampire strength having you completely at his mercy. "I am no—

You don't even get to finish before he is moving your hips, slowly. Your breath hitching as your clit twitched at the delicious feeling your unaware of. Biting your lip, you make sure to not let any more noise escape.

Jin cooes at you, "Tell me, am I?"

You don't reply, mind hazy as your attention is caught by his gaze that attracts you like a moth to a fire.

"No man can have you, except me. Except us," He grazes your lips, as your stomach tightens at his words.

Jin smiles, as the smell of your arousal makes his eyes darken at the thought of it.

Just then, the door opens as Taehyung strides in. "Hey, Y/N are you- As he takes a whiff of your arousal, his eyes flicks towards your thighs and the very obvious position you two are in. Jin backs away, giving you space as you quickly pull your dress down. Your face burning down in shame.

Not waiting for any more embarassing moment, you head straight to the bathe.

Away from their hungry eyes that eye you as if you were a possession they would never forego of.

#bts jin #bts smut #jin x reader #jhope x reader #jungkook x reader #taehyung x oc #namjoon x you #jimin x you #yoongi x you #vampire bts #fantasy #fanfiction #love story #bloodbath #poly bts #horror #thriller

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Doom's Soulmate// Masterlist

Pairing: PolyBts x Reader

Summary: I would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone

Word count: 10k+

Genre- Fanfiction, polyramous relationship.

Soulmate. The missing piece of your soul. A gift but are all gifts worth taking?

Chapter- 1

Chapter-2

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hauntedkidpersona · 2 years

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Doom's Soulmate// Chapter - 1

Pairing: PolyBts x Reader

Summary: I would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone-

Genre- Fanfiction, polyramous relationship.

Word count: 10k+

Soulmate. The missing piece of your soul. A gift but are all gifts worth taking?

Masterlist- Chapter-1

A/N- Tumblr is shit. I have been trying to edit my chapter and it always crashes down like wth. So pls, ignore the You's and the she/her. Tolerate this Y/N for one chapter, the next wouldn't have such problems but yeah. Until Tumblr let's me peacefully edit, which for now is impossible :(

—"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮. 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙."

Soulmates.

Soul's true mate

One that transcends life and death. It was a strange term that got carried away as a lesson from one generation to another. It was hailed as God's greatest miracle, a gift to mankind and creatures alike.

Unlike, Vampires or werewolves. Humans had it hard when it came to finding their soulmate, for they didn't possess that intensity or yearning the others had. They are fickle beings chasing after passion, jumping from one person to another without waiting for their true one. Though selfish, the Gods took pity on some forlorn beings that yearned for that eternal love. One that transcends birth and death, a bond that doesn't die with the end of life.

"In olden times, the orthodox people were generally against this union. The people wished to have their pedigree pure and untainted from anyone. That time was tragic, but that tragically gave birth to the greatest lovers of all time." Your history teacher spoke lowly, her voice wrapped like a soft lullaby. One that had you shiver in anticipation, heart thumping at the very thought of meeting your soulmate. Your world had many lovers but no one was close to the two couples whose story was a tale passed on from family to family. Both were born in different timelines, both suffering different obstacles but in the end, both being worshipped like no other. There was something truly magical in the love that one can possess for one's soulmate. One that compels you to fight against the world for them- the society, your family, your friends. Everyone. Five thousand years ago, the world was heavily gender-biased. Women were to stay within the walls of the home and married off at a young age. It was the time when any step towards love would cause a direct blow to one's character—

The class bell rang, as the teacher finished her topic. One that had you frown, wishing the time to go back so that you can hear more tales of soulmates.

And to say, the world's first couple came out of it is truly remarkable. It was one of your guilty pleasures and you would be damned to let the only thread that makes you feel connected to your future lover be whisked away like that.

"Mam, you can have the next lecture too." Your words earn a few disapproved groans from the class who were seconds away from lunging at you audacity. Not that you care.

Anya chuckles, fixing her specs to look down at you with a small smile. "I wish but I have a lecture in another class darling."

You pout, eyebrows squeezing in a frown. Nonetheless nodding as you watch Anya go along her merry way while the students go back to their gossip session. But you were far from gracing reality, having found solace in your imaginary world. And so you dream with eyes open, the only giveaway to it being your smile.

Oh, what would you do to hear 'My Y/N'

My beloved.

Love of my life, the light of my heart, wife to my children and-

"Earth to Y/N." Your deskmate aka Elora called you out. Effectively breaking your train of thought.

You grumble 'way to break someone's fantasy' while glaring back at her. Why is the world so hell-bent on breaking your fantasy of perfect heaven?

"What is it?"

At your reply, the girl smiles, "Can you let me borrow your assignment?; I will return it by tomorrow itself, I swear"

You nod, letting the girl take it away without batting an eye. "Return it by tomorrow itself,"

The girl nods, hurrying out of the class after her work is done. Straightforward much.

You sigh.

Your life has been boring, plain boring. No friends, No social life. So non-existent that sometimes your afraid that getting used to being lonely is scary.

But At least, you enjoy being lonely. So it won't be a problem, right?

You had been the topper of the class all your life, maintaining that rank throughout high school and now in university too, your the same nerd. But without the glasses. A girl who didn't like mingling with people too much. You hate small talk and more so hate unnecessary attention. But as an ambivert, sometimes your extrovert nature would come off as a shock to others but that was like once in a lifetime event. Or as your non-existent friends called it- a miracle in itself.

But it had been years since you last saw that side of yours, maybe it's dead now? Who knows?

In their world, all types of creatures lived. Werewolves, vampires and even hybrids were no exception to the rule of soulmates. The law that governs the world and keeps it in sync, is one that was the very base of pure unadulterated love. Knowing that there is someone out there, made just for you.

One that will be your lover for all eternity, being by your side for all lives.

One that will not turn out like them.

Your parents.

They were soulmates too, but they were just not the right pair. Your father hated your mother, calling her damnation. Something that was forced upon him, as he quoted 'love shouldn't be forced, even if it's from God himself.' He just never loved her mother.

You still recall the very night your family shattered. The day your mother cried when your father slapped her while you could do nothing but witness it like a nightmare.

As a result, you got trust issues and believing others became a task in itself.

That same night your mother had broken down and confessed to your then 14-year-old self. How she wished her soulmate was different but no, he was a cruel bastard who saw her as anything but a burden.

Shaking your head, you walk back to your dorm. No point in digging old wounds.

On Saturdays, they had half days which meant freedom and some much-needed rest. And the thought of your warm bed, had the women almost running.

As soon as you reached your room, you heard a distinct moan.

"Oh Daddy, spank me."

The words had your skin pale, eyes scrunching into disgust as your mind thought of the various things your stupid roommate is doing in there.

Fuck. Fuck, you had warned your roommate to not bring her hookups inside their room but no the women dared to do just that. She must have forgotten that today is your half-day which meant you would be back soon. No wonder you had been smelling so much room freshener, your roommate going as far as cleaning the room and changing bedsheets. Too good to be true but then, Y/N would be too tired to give a fuck.

But fuck. You should have given just that.

Banging on the door, you furiously awaited your pathetic excuse of a roommate to get out.

"Yuna, you better open up. I am gonna fucking file a complaint against you," you scream, not caring for the looks you got. Gone was your introverted self. You were raging inside, furious at how you were fooled to believe a lie from a pretty mouth.

Their dorms had like one fucking room with two beds on either side. And you cant help but pray that they didn't fuck on your precious sheets. If not, you would chop off his balls and shove them up his ass. To hell with the rules of murder, you would go to jail happily.

Your constant banging finally bore fruit as the door unlocked with a slam. Almost having you trip, as your fist lands on a very naked chest. Quickly backing away, you rub your hands on your dress. As if the touch burned you.

"The audacity. You should be happy, you even got to touch me without me killing you." The very naked man chuckles, his voice anything but humourous but you didn't care.

Pushing past him, you enter your room. Eyeing your bed with a look, you sigh in relief, at least you won't go to jail today.

"I can explain," A timid Yuna speaks, making you look at her with a murderous glint.

"Save it, you very well know that the deal doesn't include bringing your hook-ups here. Tell me, since when were you sneaking these vampires inside our room?" Your voice coming out colder than she expected.

The seven males in their room were anything but normal. By the looks of it, you can guess they are vampires. Their pale skin is a dead giveaway and how could you forget this group who rules the whole campus? Charming poor girls, breaking hearts and then tossing them away was anything but pleasurable in your eyes. Instead, you despised the sight of them, and so you ignore their stares. Refusing to look, and more so refusing to even talk.

"Hey, just because you aren't getting some. Doesn't mean you reprimand others for enjoying sex, nerdy." A voice growls, followed by multiple sounds of approval to the same.

You, once again ignore the very naked seven men in their room. Your eyes refused to indulge the bloodsucking vampires. You had nothing against the vampire but these seven were your worst enemies. You hated their ways, everything about them was like poison on your skin. They were the typical bad boys every good girl would fall for, at least that's what you have heard in the stories. Sadly, real life had the same version of it too.

And from childhood, if you have learnt one thing then that is to stay away from any people who give all the red signals and the bangtan boys were the definition of that.

The rumours surrounding them were anything but good. They were spoilt, rich brats who had it easy in life while people like you had to struggle all the way to reach the prestigious university which students like you can't even afford without scholarships to back them up. And it stings when they never do age. Like, why are you even hogging the university seat if you aren't interested in jobs? For people like them, it would be a fun time-pass but for people like you. It's their ticket to sit for an interview.

Even though you don't care, it isn't like rumours will stop and once in a while, even you indulge cause well, it's stupid to see all girls hoping to change their hearts and ending up nowhere.

As much as you know, their group was very tight-knit. Such that students doubt that they are in a relationship. Who cares anyways.

Namjoon. The leader was very much giving you a death glare. That much you were sure of, you could almost feel his gaze drilling a hole inside your head. That guy was intelligent, you have to admit but his character was not that great. He was mostly known as God of destruction and the guy seemed true to his title. Though you would rather call him a devil of destruction. He changed his hook-ups like he changed his clothes, breaking hearts like it was some sort of sporting event. Never wearing or seeing them again.

Seokjin. The one who revels in the title of being the most beautiful man in the whole bangtan. But he was more of a snake who only liked compliments. He was the man who could have any woman with his beauty and to say he was prideful would be an understatement. His ego was as big as the Statue of Liberty—

And yup he had that look that said, you did a mistake by halting their crazy polygamous sex.

From around the corner, you could see yoongi making himself comfortable on the couch. That guy was as cold as the night, while hoseok was frowning. Not that you would care, his fun was ruined but your whole plan to rest was fucking destroyed too.

Jungkook and taehyung were very much the same as their leader. Glaring at you. And Jimin, the man who threatened to kill you for touching him was very much a dick. As always.

"Yuna, how many days?" You say softly, once again, ignoring the boys.

Your roommate mumbled, something. "Five"

"What? Are you kidding me girl, Five days? Seriously." You scoff, hoping that it wasn't true. That your roommate wasn't lying to you for this long, even if it wasn't that long but still a lie was a lie.

And you hate liars more than anything.

"I am sorry, I won't do it again." Yuna frowns, looking up at you with a look that very much says 'your overreacting.'

You scoff. "Look, I don't give a flying fuck about your sex life but at least you should have the decency of standing up to your promise. It was you only who brought up this deal and you broke it. You and your hook-ups can leave now, find yourself another roommate who can tolerate you and your cheating ass. And I hope your soulmate to not have any hope in you waiting for them for they would be greatly disappointed to see you like this."

You can't believe Yuna, the woman who seemed so sweet would do something like this. Fucking someone who isn't your soulmate is very much a crime, if not a sin in your eyes.

Yuna, was a dhampir. Her parents were mate's. It was a rare case, cause Vampire-human bond was unheard of, but nonetheless there were few who fell right into it. It was sheer luck cause Vampires age of finding their soulmate is around 800 years and human's is merely 21 years. And Dhampirs like Yuna are ready for a soulmate when they turn 200 years old and as much as you know, Yuna is still very young for a soulmate, which let's you know that they are just not meant to be.

In a flash, your body leaves the ground. Slamming against the wall with brute force. It had you gasping, eyes growing wide at jungkook who was very much interested to end your life.

Once and for all.

His eyes were red, a rage burning inside them. "Who the fuck are you to govern her life? She is ours to claim. Her soulmate and yours can Go. To. Hell."

You could feel his strength by the way he squeezed your throat with the intent to kill. One snap and your a goner for all he cares. He was the predator, and you the prey. You could feel your heart beating fast, mind stuttering to grasp the change of scenarios. But you would be damned than let them have the pleasure of seeing you in pain. Your eyes stung, not at the threat but at his hands that were touching you. The way he manhandled you, had you remind of your father. It made you feel humiliated, and if you had learnt anything from your mother's mistakes then it was self-respect. 'Never let any man hurt you as your father hurt me' your mother's words rang inside your head like a mantra. And your body jolted, anger seeping into you like molten lava. You tried to speak, hands clawing at his grip brutally.

"Jungkook no," Taehyung and Jimin quickly came to push the man back. Effectively loosening his grip on your neck. Staggering down, You gasped. Your Hands fled across your throat as you coughed violently. Your heart trembled, almost pushing you into a full-blown panic attack. No no. Not now.

Not here.

Deep breaths. In and out.

Your fine. No, you are not. These people cheating on their soulmates is not okay. How could they be so cruel? They aren't giving a chance to the fate designed for them. Their soulmate, your heart goes out for them. It was as if you were watching your mother, coming down with all the hope and love in the world. Only to get crushed by her soulmate.

"Are you okay?" Hoseok came down to help you up but you scowled at him, taking the message, he immediately takes a step back.

"Don't, take care of your stupid kid." You spat, voice dripping in acid.

Jungkook growled, "You bitch, It's our choice whether we want to love our soulmate or not. Love isn't forced, even if it's from God himself."

His words stung, and in him, you saw the spitting image of your father.

At your distraught look, Jungkook smirked. "Cat got your tongue, I bet your soulmate would himself get rid of you-

Slap

A deafening sound fills the room into pin-drop silence. A few gasps were sounded, as Yuna rushed in to check him.

Your eyes glared at him, as you tried hard to blink back the tears. "Not everyone is a monster like you. Certainly not my soulmate or Yuna's. But who am I talking to, a vampire whose heart doesn't even beat? How can you define love? What do you even know about love? Your a selfish person, the same God your loathing for your fate is the same God you pray to when someone close to you is on the brink of death. I just feel sorry for your soulmate, and don't worry. If I ever got a soulmate like you, then I would rather choose death than have a monster as my fate."

Your voice cracked, as you bit your lips to stifle your cries.

Turning back, You rush out of that room. Not wishing to face any of these monsters and let them have the joy of seeing your tears.

Never.

In a matter of seconds, their good time got turned into a very heated argument between Jungkook and that girl who was albeit furious.

Hoseok watched you run out of the room, ignoring his calls. He doesn't know why his heart squeezed at your trembling figure. The way you spoke about your soulmate, defending him while reprimanding them was borderline annoying but somewhere he could see the way you look at them. The look that very well calls them sinners, someone who has done a grave crime. He almost felt bad for you. "Jungkook, you have to apologise to her. You can't raise your hand on women, is this what we have taught you?" If there was one thing bangtan dreaded more than Namjoon, then that was his anger. Hoseok hardly got angry but when he did, all hell would break loose. For some reason, he couldn't ignore that look of pure betrayal in your eyes. The way your hands trembled as you called out your lying friend and then Jungkook just had to go and threaten you.

Which had him pissed.

Pissed at Yuna for lying that her roommate had no issues with them coming over.

"Oh Hyung, let her go. Who cares, we can complete what we left behind." Jimin shrugs, walking over to Yuna who bites her lip in anticipation.

"Hyung, she doesn't have any right to question our choice. Just because she believes in soulmates, doesn't mean we all do too." Jungkook scoffs, refusing to apologise.

Hoseok was so done with his attitude, even though he knew they didn't believe in soulmates but that didn't mean they should kill anyone who don't. "Shut up jungkook, don't forget Yuna lied to her friend and even us. If anyone is to be blamed, then it's her."

Namjoon sighs, "Guys, let's go back. I don't want you all to fight here."

"But Master-" Yuna starts, hoping to get them all in the mood to start what they didn't finish but Taehyung raises his finger. Stopping her from speaking any further.

Jin's eyes narrow at the woman "Babygirl, aren't you being a brat now? Just go and take a cold shower."

"You all can go, I and Jimin will stay."

Hoseok clicks his tongue, eyes swirling in anger. "Are you defying your Hyung?"

Yoongi sighs, looking around nonchalantly. His advanced sense smelling the slight change in the environment outside. The smell of petrichor lays heavy in the air, followed by the clouds grumbling.

"I am going home, you guys should leave before the rain comes."

It was going to rain.

The clouds covered the entirety of the sun. The park being eerily silent. You just got back after filing a complaint against your roommate and Jungkook. Your teacher has assured you of the necessary actions, for which your glad. Though she was slightly taken aback when you wished to be present when they were punished. St. Xavier's was a prestigious university and in no way will they stop you from getting justice. Or in simple words, payback. You want everyone to apologise to you, especially that brat Jungkook. It wasn't your fault for being sensitive. You weren’t someone who would give up on waiting for your soulmate. He was your hope in the dark, the one who would say 'I am not like your father, I love you with all my heart.' your heart litterally worshipped him without even meeting him, such was the extent of this love. YOU were borderline obsessed with him.

A harsh wind blew against your skin, and the trees rustled; creating a perfect ballad of nature. You smile, looking around to find nobody. Stretching your arms, you let your back rest against the tree. The ground was cold, as the rain fell. Nearly blinding the view of your dorm right across the road. It felt good, the silence was peaceful. The world and the people were too much for you anyways..

"Rain, Rain. Oh clouds, Rain Rain." You chuckle. It almost felt liberating, to watch the sky rumbling as if agreeing to your little wish. The downpour only increased in intensity, earning the women to squeal in delight. As a child rain was your favourite season. You were born in the dark of night, though your mother was terrified for her newborn baby who might be scared of the lightning outside. But turns out, the then baby Y/N felt joy at the sight of rain. It was the sign, that your birthday is nearing. Quickly running out of the careful shade of the tree, the woman let her sandals slip out of her feet.

"I could almost hear my mother shouting, Y/N don't you dare go into the rain." You laughed, head falling back at the thought of your mother standing with a broom in her hand. It wasn't an odd sight for her to chase you around with a broom. It only made your childish self enjoy the chase, for you knew she could never catch you. Oh, how you wished to be a kid and not go through a world which seems nothing like the world you once believed in. Strange, how as a kid you dreamt of being an adult and enjoying life but now that your standing here. All you wish is to go back and enjoy that carefree life.

A twinge of sadness grips you, squeezing your form which looks up to the sky with an almost melancholic gaze. "I hope my birthday will bring my soulmate closer to me." You smile, feeling the bitter tears mix alongside the rain. Twenty years, were a long wait for you. Maybe in some corner of your mind, your waiting for someone who cares for you. It's a strange wish but then hoping wasn't a sin. If it was, then you weren’t all alone in it, right?

Morning arrived like an icy serenade, a coolness to bring out the warmth within. And then there was you who had been ignoring your roommate like a plague, coming home late and leaving early in the morning. It was like, you hardly stayed at the dorm because seeing Yuna made you feel bitter.

Sunday was your day to stay in bed but then you would have to face her.

No thanks, you had rather stay in the library than go back to the room.

In a matter of weeks, you would get to shift to the right wing of your dorm. By enquiring, you got to know that one student has suddenly left the dorm mid-term due to family issues and as the room has one more bed, you were given a choice to shift there. And you were fast enough to grab the opportunity. Even surprising the dean with that reaction. Anything to get away from that stupid roommate. Literally. You were too early, the library being dead silent. Not one student at sight, sighing softly. Y/N went to the literature section to grab a book on the way. You didn't even check what book you got, cause well anything is fine as long as you don’t have to sit idle.

"Hey, Y/N" A soft voice called out to you, turning around you see your senior.

"Good morning, Ankit." You wave, which came off too excited than you could have shown.

Ankit chuckles, waving right back. "Looks like someone is very happy to see me."

'Of course' you giggle to yourself.

Ankit was a pure gentleman in your eyes. you met him in the library, where he helped you in balancing the mountain of books which you almost dropped if not for him. He was a sweet guy who was famous in class, just because he always spoke respectfully to everyone. He even talks sweetly, and you think that's his charm for women to have a crush on him.

"No, I just thought I won't get to see anyone and then I got to see you." You smile, looking around "I see, today your on the duty of a librarian."

You wriggle your eyebrows, earning a laugh from the man.

"Yes, and I see you are interested to know about vampires. May I ask why?" Ankit drawls, eyes snooping down to yourhand.

You look at the book, grimacing "I grabbed whatever I could, didn't know my luck was so bad."

"Why so sour?" Ankit asked, pulling back the chair for you to sit. Smiling at his gesture, the woman plops down.

"Some Vampires don't have a heart then why God even appoints them a soulmate?" you rant, not caring for anything. Your fingers tapped lightly against your neck, the skin was sensitive to touch but had you flinch ever so slightly.

Across you, Ankit listens to every word, eyes growing wide when his gaze falls on your neck. The purple handprint on it was anything but normal, "Oh dear, what happened to your neck?"

Y/N hums, oh what would you do if it was him in his place? your soulmate. You bet that Ankit's soulmate would be so lucky to have him.

"A vampire did that to me." You speak softly, voice lowering by a few octaves.

Ankit immediately went close to you, "You should go to a doctor, that needs to be healed as soon as possible."

You shake your head. "No, not until he is punished."

Ankit grimaces, ready to talk to you about this but you give him a stubborn look. Letting him know, you won't do it. You had been like this, since childhood. Stubborn. And if there's anything that you hate then it's men, anyone who makes you see bits and pieces of your father is a monster in your eyes. All your childhood, you had mostly ignored males just as you have pretended to love your father. They all were the same, in front they acted sweet but inside they were bitter. You recall, how once a boy in your school pushed you away just because you were in a hurry to submit your assignment to the teacher. You had threatened to let his name be known to the teacher but no, the boy had an attitude problem. You remembers how your eyes stung, a rage bubbling inside your heart. Your classmates were watching but no one came up to help you at all. That day you felt so alone, among the crowd of hundreds. There you knew, you had to become your own saviour instead of crying out for help. With great difficulty, you had explained the humiliation to the teacher.

It was as if you were violated. As a girl whose body was going through changes, you were angry that a boy couldn't even respect your personal space. He touched your boobs while pushing you, which didn't sit well with you. At all.

And at last, you were satisfied when the boy was left to kneel on the ground.

Tears were the representation of the hurt caused by others. Unlike others, you didn't see it as a weakness. No, but you refused anyone to see you cry, that vulnerable state being just for you and no one. You cried every time someone hurt you, every time someone made you feel bad. Every night, you cried to sleep. Not knowing, whether to hate your father or not. He loved you dearly, cause you were his blood but when it came to your mother. All you saw was a monster, one that didn't give a fuck.

And that was it. There you promised yerself that you will earn so much money that your mother lives her life in luxury. Which will start from divorce first.

And that's how you started working hard to come all the way here. Away from your small Village. Away from the people you grew up with. In search of that one joy that could make your mother proud of you.

Her daughter's success.

"What is new in fiction?" You cough, hoping to distract him.

"Oh, we have the new book of the Bodyguard series, you can check it."

Wow.

You nod, excited to read the steamy romance of the Princess and her bodyguard. Only you knows how long had you been waiting for the book since its release last month. The forbidden love that had you crave more. You were a huge fan of steamy romance and your favourite genre was Romance. Especially the one where the royals are included.

"Oh great, let me check them." You stand up, going back to keep the Vampire book in the literature section.

But you were stunned to see the familiar face of a guy you very much despise. Ignoring his presence, you keep the book back in its rightful place.

"I am sorry on behalf of jungkook," Namjoon speaks plainly.

You scoff, "Well that sorry would be effective if it comes from him. Not you"

Namjoon clicks his tongue, eyes narrowing at you. "Because of your complaint, he is grounded. I don't think he can come,"

"Oh, what punishment did he get?"

Namjoon looks taken aback at your excited tone, but still ignores it, "His parents came to know about what he did to you, and let's just say he got punished for it."

You hum, not commenting on it. It wasn't your place to do but atleast your heart is placated with the thought of punishing the guy who dared to say bad things about your soulmate.

"When will his parents come?"

Namjoon scowls, knowing well that it was you who filed a complaint against Jungkook. But the women not once seemed guilty, it was as if you were happy at the news. Something that irked Namjoon greatly.

"If you could have waited until today, then Jungkook would have apologised but what you did was extreme."

You chuckle dryly, "His apology? Will it heal my skin or will it remove the memory where he tried to kill me? Words are nothing but empty. I would rather accept actions which I took by the way,"

To say Namjoon was stunned would be an understatement. You really have no idea what trouble you have brought yourself into. Out of the seven vampires, if there was someone as stubborn as you. Then it was jungkook, and not to mention how he was seconds away from rushing out of his room to kill you. If not for his father throwing him off, he would have been here already.

Why were you so hell-bent on getting yourself in trouble?

He couldn't comprehend your attitude, this matter could have been taken care of. Heck, they would even let you have their blood to heal your wound fast but judging by your unbiased hatred for them.

Namjoon doubts, you would accept their help.

He hated how he couldn't read your expression, something that his vampire self took pride in. He just knew what women wanted- sex, orgasm, name it and he was up to fulfilling the wildest fantasies of their minds. Some women even had a kink for blood-sucking and even though he wasn't, particularly in that. He would still indulge in them, but as a vampire, they had blood banks so sucking it directly from the source wasn't that appealing but he did it once in a while. Though he left his old ways a long time ago, he and his mate's didn't fuck another women after Yuna came into their lives.

Though the rumours about them never ceased, even now, he gets many women's request for one-night stands. Sometimes it's even annoying when they can't take no as an answer.

This guy was so annoying.

You didn't have any choice but to stay in the library, and this Namjoon was hell-bent on making you take back the complaint you have filed. One thing you refused to oblige. You liked how desperate Namjoon was, opposite of that cold and cruel guy you met back in your room. But then, he is a fuckboy. Someone you shouldn't mingle with, much less talk to.

Namjoon muttered, "Your attitude is getting to me? Can't you talk without ignoring my eyes, do I repel you that much?"

You roll your eyes at him, "I don't have to see you to talk to you or have you forgotten that we speak through our mouth? Not eyes."

Namjoon chuckles, dark eyes raking over you. "Princess, aren't you one spoilt brat."

Your face morphs in disgust, "None of your business, I ain't studying with your dad's money."

Namjoon glares at you, his eyes intimidating you but you quickly avert your attention back to the book in hand.

He sighs, "Jungkook's Father is the owner of this university and let's just say, your gonna be in trouble if you don't pull your complaint back." For fuck's sake, can't he leave you to your own devices? Even if he was some President's son, you wouldn't have spared him. What makes him think that you would be scared of him? If anything, you were enjoying how his father is punishing him. At least someone has brains, unlike that Jungkook who most probably thinks from his dick.

"Well, Namjoon. For your kind information, I don't give a fuck. Jungkook could be anyone but he won't get away with insulting my Soulmate. Let this be his lesson to not mess with me" You huff, annoyed as you make a beeline to go out of here.

Namjoon frowns, watching you leave. In all his vampire life, he hasn't met anyone with such intense love. He has lived, longer than any vampire but never once has he found a one-sided love like her. What guarantee is there that your soulmate will even reciprocate your love? But then, it doesn't look like you will stop. He hasn't met one like you. Not until that two couple whose story is worldwide famous. He met them with luck but goodness their bond was so bright that he had to hold himself from getting envious.

He was from the immortal race of vampires, the purebred that walked upon this earth thousands of years ago. He and Seokjin were seemingly called as the Vampire Kings, both in terms of race and in beauty. Though Jin is older than him, but nonetheless they are a pair. A force to reckon with.

Following weeks seemed hectic for you who had no time to even spare. Juggling between study and your work assignments, you absolutely forgot about jungkook and your little wish to be present when he is called in front of the principal. Until your teacher reminded you of Jungkook's reputation and that your complaint had already been a blow. Rumours are spreading fast, but you don't care.

You have to be present in Principal's office by evening.

But for now, you are gonna enjoy the cooking course you have joined for learning a thing or two.

All your life, you have been dependant on your mother. And in university, they don't have to make food which can become a problem in future. So here you are, watching over as the teacher explains them about the ingredients for curry rice.

Your favourite.

"Let it be for twenty minutes, and your curry would be ready to be served."

She nods, standing right across her while looking over the steam coming off the pan.

After her class is over, the woman hurries back to the Principal's office. Not wishing to be late. As soon as she turns the doorknob, a wave of cold air hits her face; entering slowly she looks around to find Jungkook and the Principal alongside Jin.

The three were watching her like a hawk, almost making her trip over the attention.

Pulling through, she tugs her head down in respect. "Good evening, Sir."

The man smiles warmly. And it almost felt like jungkook was smiling, the resemblance being the same but the character. Not so much.

One thing that she loves about Vampire kind is their youthful skin. But then they were immortals, they cannot die and for that She pities them. A basic right was stripped from their life. Their creation in itself a damnation.

Legends say that the Vampire race were the creation of Lucifer. He had made them for the sole purpose of creating havoc on the realms but then, the Lord of the heavens intervened. Which led the Vampires to get reduced to ashes. But there were few lucky ones who escaped and carried their legacy on earth.

"Jungkook, apologise to her," And that smiling man disappeared, face morphing into that of anger and plain disappointment.

Jungkook glares at that woman who dared to file a complaint against him. He couldn't believe this fragile being is gonna make him apologise. He couldn't tolerate this insult, never. "I am not apologizing."

As soon as he spoke it, you glare at him with a sharp look. Lips curling into a mocking smile "Oh Man up, My guy. Seeing you, I pity your brain. Has it become rusty after not being used as much as your nether regions."

And that was it. Before he could snap at you, Jin pushed him down. His hand almost crushed his shoulder with a force, one that had him whimper. His face turned bright red, the thought of the women hearing it was shameful. As soon as his eyes raked over your form, Jungkook saw just that.

That girl was smiling, as if satisfied by Jin who put him in his place.

This nerdy was getting on his nerves now.

"I am sorry," He mumbles, hoping to be done with this shit.

His father is looking at him, but he won't repeat his words. If she can't accept it, then she can go to hell.

Jin shakes his head, "Little louder, Jungkook."

Jin sighs, the maknae was stubborn. Before he can reprimand him, Y/N starts laughing. One that had him whip his head so fast that he was sure his neck groaned in protest, "Leave it, a egoistic person would rather be stubborn than accept his mistake. Your the live example of how maturity isn't defined by age, one can find a kid even in a Vampire. Very well, I shall take my leave sir. I have important matters to see other than a spoilt kid's temper tantrums."

And with that, Y/N storms out.

Jungheo nods, albeit begrudgingly as she leaves. "Jungkook, you don't have a soulmate. Doesn't mean others don't, I think you all should leave Yuna before her soulmate arrives." Jungheo slams his hand on the table, furious at his son.

Jin's jaws tighten at that, "Twenty years ago, It was Yuna who made us feel love. You very well know, Vampires especially us purebred have no mate. We have already accepted our fate, but I believe it's Yuna who is our mate. Her presence calms us, I believe her being a dhampir isn't what's swaying your decision. Even jungkook felt that soul love, it was what saved your son from going into depression and killing himself in the process."

Jungheo scoffs, "Oh pls, if she was your true mate then I wouldn't have had to hear about your hook-ups. Just admit it, your unable to find your soulmate and that dhampir is just a distraction. But the real question is, until when?"

At this, Jungkook growls in anger. "We are sure, Yuna is our mate. Her blood is the sweetest and for your kind information, we are already planning our marriage."

Jin clicks his tongue. Their race was cursed from the start, even though they were blessed with mates but finding their mate was like finding a lost needle in the Marianna trench. Impossible. They had lived their life awaiting for their mate, but that time had never come. He has watched his lovers aching for their missing piece, hoping until nothing was left.

In his whole Vampire life, he has never tasted anything as sweet as her blood. It was almost addicting, a drug. His mind would become hazy by just one drop of her blood. So much that the blood from the blood bank wasn't even close to hers. Yuna, his beautiful mate. The one who was made just for them.

Jungheo scoffs, "That doesn't mean you go around scaring students. Today Y/N came, tomorrow someone else. I want you all to refrain from meeting Yuna for a week and If I saw you anywhere near her dorm then I won't hesitate to destroy that dhampir."

At his words, their blood ran cold. If Jin had a heart, he was sure it would have stopped beating completely.

Jungkook growls, "Don't you dare!"

"Oh I would. This is your punishment for not apologizing properly."

"No Dad, I am not marrying him. Why can't you understand?" She spoke desperately, hoping that her father changes his decision.

But no.

The man was as stubborn as he can be.

She had just showered, hoping to jump in between her warm covers. Hoping to sleep before her roommate arrives but no. Her Dad had to ruin it all.

"Daughter, your gonna be Twenty-one years old. Its time for you to get married." Her Dad's stern voice rumbles through the phone.

Clasping her hand on her mouth, the girl desperately hopes to not cry out and scream at him. He was selfish, he didn't want her to meet her soulmate. He wants her to have freedom in choosing her love, but what's the point when she can't have her soulmate in her fate. "I won't marry him."

He knows well that all her life she has never mingled with boys, always staying true to her soulmate.

What was her biggest salvation, seemed a jail for her father who wants her to be free and have a choice.

"Your my daughter. Do as I say, is this what you give me for funding your education and bringing you into the world child." Her father shouts through, his words stemming guilt and pain.

Guilt for not being enough and pain from not getting what she has literally came into the world for. Her soulmate.

As a child, she has heard the tales around soulmates. How they carry the bond from birth after birth, it was what her child heart treasured. From then on, her imagination revolved around her soulmate. For him, she learnt all the skills that were necessary for a women.

Her village was backward in terms of education, the people were stubborn to let go of their traditional values and embrace the future. Which led to them having to leave the village in pursue of studies, though her friends were not so lucky for their parents never supported them. While she was fortunate to have her mother as a strong support system. And now that her marriage talk is coming up, she desperately clings to the shattered hope.

Praying to the Gods above,

'Pls bring my soulmate.'

"Y/N it's your turn." She snaps out of her thoughts when her classmate nudges her.

They had a music lesson today, more like a test where they had to sing a piece. Her eyes were gloomy, she didn't even feel like getting up today but then this test would end up getting a minus point in her grade. And her father didn't need another reason for her to come back.

At his thoughts, her tears stung as she rapidly blinked her eyes. Not wishing to break down in front of so many people.

"Come, Y/N" Her sir's call pulls her out of her gloomy thoughts. Nodding profusely, she goes on the stage.

Yoongi watches Y/N, her eyes taking in the surrounding with a neutral look. But in it, he could sense a hint of grief. Her face looks dull, even as she pulls over a soft smile. She looked mysterious, her beauty haunting him like a nightmare.

If he looks past her loose clothes, he could see she had a great figure. Her face resembled a full moon while her eyes reminds one of a deer. Big and beautiful, her skin was soft. The cold weather seemed to contrast her beauty. Almost as if he was in presence of a snowflake.

He awaits with bated breath, the entire room falling silent for her to start.

Y/N looks up, as she took a deep breath. Closing her eyes, she retracts inside her safe haven, away from the outer world. Away from the hurt.

Confining into the darkness, she carefully touches the familiar edges of love. Softly, she starts to string the verse. Carefully threading it through the broken pieces of her heart, voicing it out into a rhythmic trance.

I am mad with love

And no one understands my plight.

Only the wounded

Understand the agonies of the wounded,

When the fire rages in the heart. Only the jeweller knows the value of the jewel, Not the one who lets it go. In pain I wander from door to door,

But could not find a doctor: Harken, my Master,

My pain will subside When love himself comes as the doctor.

Pin drop silence.

It was as if someone sucked away his breath, was she some angel. Her voice was so sweet, almost as if she might disappear right now. It stirred something deep inside his cold heart, which wasn't even present at the first place. Yoongi was breathless, and so were the students who slowly started clapping. Some boys even going as far as whistling.

"Wow, Y/N. You can truly represent our university in the upcoming music contest," Their Music sir pats her back, even as he goes on to shower praises on her vocal skills.

"Thank you sir," Y/N smiles, looking around as in that moment. Her eyes fell on him.

And Yoongi froze at her attention. Her eyes left him as fast as it could, as if his sight burned her. Which stings him, he has never found anyone who has shown an attitude to him. He, Yoongi who is called as the most cold guy in the whole university just got a cold shoulder from her. But he wasn't angry, no quite the opposite. He was intrigued, curious to see how she might unveil.

He watches her like a hawk, getting down from the stage as the women hurries out.

But with his advance vampire speed, he reaches right in front of her.

Which results in her colliding straight to his chest, causing her to flinch as she stumbles back. Quickly catching her arm, he steadies her. Looking up at him, Y/N gives him a look.

From close, she is such an angel. He can trace every part of her. She didn't wear makeup unlike others of their class, and her hair was pushed back into a simple braid. But he could still catch a few curls escaping through, something that only added to her innocence.

There was certain rawness to her emotions. He could see she was waiting for him to speak, her face giving away no emotion of some sort. Just waiting, patiently for something to happen. "Can you tell me which piece you used now?"

"It was self-made," She replies, not indulging him into any type of conversation. Just straight to the point.

Yoongi nods, surprise taking over his features. He can't believe she made such a beautiful piece, it even contrasted to their theme for love. Though her lines were more of a pained love then showcasing joy but he guesses, it was how she viewed it. An artist represent their pieces through songs, writing, poetry and even painting.

Even his lover, taehyung was an art enthusiast. He loved painting, loved to draw them and bring out his emotions through his paintbrush.

"If you don't mind, can I know who was your inspiration behind making this song?" Yoongi wants to know, no. He hopes she let's him know. Was it a lover? Was it her boyfriend but she is mostly talking about her soulmate.

She doesn't seem like she might have a boyfriend. Atleast that's what he has heard from Namjoon who was annoyed the amount of times she brought her soulmate in the conversation.

Heck, even Jin said the same thing. She wasn't particularly angry at jungkook hurting her. Her anger was directed at his talk of spewing insults at her soulmate.

"My soulmate," Y/N replies looking him into the eye, and he swore he saw a deep longing in them. Pushing past him, she takes her leave.

And Yoongi is left to stand and watch her fade into the hall. She was so blunt, as if she has been speaking about it since long. Humans hardly waited for their soulmate, heck by now they would even lose their virginity and have boyfriends until they reached the ripe age of twenty one.

But she is different. So different from the humans he knew.

And Yoongi couldn't help but become jealous. Envious of her soulmate who will get her as his, he wouldn't even know what hit him.

Perhaps, his fate has reached a point where other's fate seems more appealing than his own.

Particularly some girl named Y/N's fate.

Its almost Midnight as Y/N finishes her study. Stretching her hand, she almost groans. Her limbs protesting against it. Her back hurt while her eyes were burning from lack of sleep.

College was boring. And on top of that, her letter of transferring to the other dorm hasn't been confirmed yet.

Touching her forehead, she could feel it slightly warm.

Maybe she even has a fever. Ugh, so annoying.

"Hey, you bitch. Why didn't you donate blood for me?" A furious Yuna storms in.

The headache, the homework and the audacity of this bitch. Too much.

Looking back, she narrows her eyes at Yuna. "My blood, my choice. And stop calling me with your name now."

It wasn't like her dad was gonna send her money, and she had one more year to go. But luckily she was also clever for donating her blood, where she made enough money to get through graduation and sit for placements. Their college was run by a Vampire which meant, there were vampire students too. And to dissuade vampires from sucking blood from the humans, the Principal had specially made a Blood bank where humans could donate. Not only that, If someone liked their blood which they did. They can even charge more money, and she knows that a Vampire addicted to her blood is like a plus point.

You can have them dance to your whim, and they will. Just so they could have a taste of your blood.

Y/N is majoring in Computer science, her core subjects were a bitch but then it also gave her a promising future. Maybe after this, she can do her MBA and earn more for her mother.

Yuna scoffs, "Why? I am even paying you tenfolds. Do you want more?"

She shakes her head, "Nope, I just left it. You know, we have a choice to pull back if we want to and I did just that. Not a big deal, go find someone else"

Ignoring her rants, Y/N stands up. But it wasn't long when her roommate slams her body on the wall. Pinning her down with a brute force, as pain shoots through her arm. Her head spinning with the impact. It was agonizing. Her ears were ringing, as she attempts to push the girl away but nothing seems to work.

"Now, where were we? Yes, your blood." Yuna smirks, sniffing her throat as her eyes grew wide.

"Don't you dare, I will make sure you pay for this." Y/N grits her teeth, her hands burning with the force this bitch has on her.

Her skin felt numb, and then there was it. A pain of a thousand needles pricking her.

Ignoring her warning look, Yuna bites down at her neck harshly. Almost breaking her skin down to her bones.

Y/N's screams reverberated into the still night, as she cried out for help. Her breathing was erratic as her heart plummeted against her chest. Pain shoots through her arm, spreading through her body like a forest caught on a wildfire. Black dots arose in her vision, which she blinked back. Fighting through it.

Yuna drank her blood, taking huge gulps. Nowhere near stopping but before she could drain the life out of her, a force pulled her back.

Almost throwing her against the wall. A cracking sound of bones breaking through the room.

Taehyung glared at Yuna, "Do you have a death wish,"

Looking back at Y/N's barely holding conscious form, Taehyung rushes to help her. But one whiff of the air and his eyes grew wide, the delicious smell of her blood was addicting. So potent that he felt his steps stagger, it was the most mouth-watering smell he has ever inhaled. So much that he had to cover his nose. His mind stutters, unable to comprehend the situation. How is this possible? Taking this as a chance, Yuna escapes as He shook his head, he could catch her some other day, now is not the time to think. He had more important matters at hand. And that being her. Y/N

After dinner, Taehyung thought of taking a small walk around the campus. He came to know about what actually took place in between Jungkook and his father. Jin told them about not meeting Yuna, even though he was pissed about it. He can't help it. That nerdy had to go and complain, it wasn't like jungkook wasn't going to apologise.

And on top of that he was craving Yuna's blood, it was the sweetest. Like honey, the blood that he has on daily basis can't even come close to hers.

A cry for help had his vampire senses thrown into action, he could smell it. Blood. And it came from Yuna's dorm. It was the smell that had his vampire arouse from its slumber. The urge to hunt was strong but the moment he picked up the potent sweetness. His eyes widened as realisation dawned at him.

His mate is hurt. And that was all it took for him to speed up. Hopefully the window of Yuna's room was ajar.

Quickly transforming into bat form, he flew across the window only to see Yuna having that nerdy on a tight grip. The women's face was pale, as Yuna drank her blood. Nowhere stopping. And that's how he had to pull her back using vampire strength.

The bloodlust, once awaken was very hard to control. A Vampire couldn't handle it, much less a dhampir like Yuna.

His heart ached. Ached for the women whose smell permitted the four walls of the room.

He couldn't believe it, it was all along her. Y/N, she is his mate. Not that Yuna. They got fooled by a bitch like her.

Rage. Burning hot rage burst through his veins, it was as if he could destroy the whole campus for making his mate suffer. Quickly going back to her, he takes her in his arms. Her blood was seeping through her shirt. Nowhere to stop.

"My love," Going near her throat, he licks her wound. Coating the two punctured skin with his saliva. He groaned, the taste was so addictive. It almost took all of his energy to not claim her as his.

So much for patience.

He chuckles, eyes filling with tears. Caressing her cheeks, he plants a chaste kiss on her forehead. "Five thousand years, My Love. And your finally here, in my arms."

Taehyung can't believe his fate was here. His destiny, his angel. The one made just for him is finally in his arms. He can't believe that bitch fooled them into believing she was their mate. She even went an extra mile to get his precious mate's blood in her system.

It didn't take long for him to join the pieces. Why Yuna only met them on particular days, and why she went to have blood as her food instead of human food? It wasn't like she can't taste human food, but how come she knew that Y/N was their soulmate.

No doubt, he is puzzled. She made them fucking believe that she is their destiny.

Effectively fooling them in the process.

How much deprived they were to be fooled like that?

Though taehyung had his doubts, as to how drinking her blood didn't give him as much pleasure as sniffing his true mate's blood. Yuna was a dhampir who they met in a club. She was average but instantly got their attention.

It was at that moment when they felt the soul bonding, the intense feeling that had him and his lovers close to tears.

It was the second time, they felt that soul-bonding.

The first being exactly twenty years ago. If only he knew that it was just his soulmate announcing her arrival in their world.

Twenty years ago, at Midnight. When the whole world was doused in inky darkness, just like his heart. She came in, raging like a thunderstorm. Demanding what was hers and they failed to recognise it. A fool, Indeed. It was the very first time, he felt a spark. An intense love which only meant one thing. His soulmate was reaching out to them, letting them know that losing hope was never an option.

She was young, his soulmate. Young and beautiful, just like her heart. His.

Only theirs.

She looks no more than twenty in human years, which meant that once their physical bonding takes place. Which he hopes will happen sooner so that they can share their immortality with her, it's how vampires who tend to live longer than any race survive.

If not for their soulmate, half of the race would have been wiped out by now. A human-vampire bonding was rare but not impossible.

Gently scooping her up, in his arms. Taehyung quickly leaves towards his mansion.

Wanting his lovers to know who was their true mate.

Reaching his room, taehyung gently places his angel on the King-sized bed. Grimacing at the blood that stained her shirt. He hated how she had to go through so much pain, nearly losing her life in the process.

"Hyung, everyone. Come into my room, I found our true soulmate." Taehyung screams into their shared mind link, as he awaits for them.

In few seconds, he hears the door slamming open. Yoongi entering inside followed by the other five.

"What do you mean by true soulmate?" Yoongi frowns, but stops in his track when he sees Y/N laying on the bed.

Unconscious.

Quickly rushing near, Yoongi panics. "What happened to her? Who did this? And wait a minute, why does her blood smell so..." He trails off, brows knitting in confusion.

Namjoon and Jin share a look, both equally surprised Nonetheless horrified.

Hoseok and Jimin came off as confused as them while the youngest maknae watched Y/N with a distinct look.

"I found Yuna sucking her dry. If I was one minute late, she would have-" Taehyung's voice cracks at the end, as he desperately holds himself from not breaking down.

The thought of loosing his mate without even meeting her was too much.

"How could this be possible?" Jin scowls, "-Yuna was our mate, not her. Are you sure the blood on her skin isn't Yuna's."

Jin couldn't believe it, the one who was his mate was Yuna. Heck even Jungkook couldn't digest it. Forget about Jimin and all. They all had the same sets of questions, none being ready to accept someone else in place of Yuna.

Taehyung pinches his nose, annoyed at his lovers to not get the message.

"Forgive me, My angel." Quickly nearing his mate's unconscious form. He nips at her fingertips, effectively drawing a drop of blood.

The reaction was instant. Jungkook lunged towards Y/N, followed by Jimin as Jin and Namjoon ran to pull them back. The addicting smell had their Vampire senses heightened, their eyes turning blood red with their fangs protuding.

Yoongi had to physically bite his lips, to the point of drawing blood. He was the nearest to her, and he would be damned if he hurt his precious mate.

Unlike others, he didn't need any proof to accept her as his soulmate. He hated Yuna's guts, she was an attention-seeking bitch who had little to no regard for his personal space. As a soulmate, which she wasn't. Yoongi didn't understand why she couldn't grasp his emotions or why she always pushed him into a situation he hated altogether.

Out of all of them, If there was one who maintained his distance from her than it was him.

But to say, that she had been fooling them all along had his hands itching to kill her. Do something, anything to harm her the way she harmed his mate

"How? I can't believe it." Jin mumbled as he reaches near his mate. She is their mate, Not Yuna. Her blood was ten times more addicting then Yuna.

There was no doubt but-

As Vampires, If there was blood that could make them lose their minds then it was the true mate's blood. Just as werewolves had their mates recognised through the most mouth-watering smell, their kind recognised mate through the blood smell. He couldn't believe their mate was in front of their eyes, why the smell was so potent on the other bed. And why Yuna acted as if she slept on her roommate's bed most of the time.

She knew, Y/N was their mate and yet the bitch played them.

"We can't smell her blood from afar, which means she isn't twenty-one yet?" Hoseok questions, unlike others. He was calm at the betrayal of Yuna.

He was just glad his mate was finally here, and he couldn't wait to shower her in love. To claim her and share his immortality with her. He frowns when he remembers how she hated them, the thought had him whimper slightly. He doesn't want their mate to hate them.

It wasn't his fault, yes they almost got fooled by Yuna but that doesn't mean he didn't deserve a chance to make it up to her.

Taehyung glares, "Yuna already knew she was our soulmate. She paid Y/N for her blood, which was why her blood was so sweet. Though not as potent as our soulmate's. That vile woman wretched us like no other, I hope she rots in hell." Slowly, he went out to explain the situation of what exactly happened.

Opposite him, Namjoon was nowhere calm. His mind was going through all questions, was the love that he felt through the soul bond, not Yuna's? Two Damn years, Fuck. And he called himself the most intelligent vampire. Yeah, A Vampire who can't even find his mate.

It was he who told everyone about Yuna and it was he who picked up the soul bond first.

But the situation was so bad, that the moment he felt the soul connection. It was Yuna whose eyes he saw first, and damn he feels like he failed his mate alongside his lovers.

What's the point of being a leader?

All along, he thought his soulmate was cheating but no. It was them. It was he who was cheating on her, unlike her whose love was enough to get them through.

No wonder, he felt envious of how Y/N always spoke about her soulmate.

As if her world revolved around that same word and now that he knows, she is his mate.

Namjoon can't help but feel his chest fluttering in love. His cold body feeling a warmth so foreign that he was afraid he would never be resurrected back. Neither he wished to be back.

Jimin watched with a batted eye as Jin and Namjoon hurried to get their mate into fresh clothes. He could see Jin totally acting like a mother, fussing around Y/N as he asked Taehyung to rush down and get some energy drink for her. Even Yoongi who was cold all along seemed to be smiling with a fond look.

This scene looked so domestic for someone like him who always wished for a family.

Though in it, he mostly saw Yuna but now that there was Y/N. He can't help but feel guilty. As if he has cheated on one soul he vowed to love.

But no, he was cruel to her. Heck, they all were.

They were this close to fucking that bitch, her roommate. At this, his eyes stung. She will leave them, who would want a mate who has cheated on them?

"Hyung, will she hate us?"

At his broken voice, Yoongi looks up. "That only time can say, Jimin."

He nods, her view getting blurred due to his tears. Quickly wiping it, he blinks. Not wishing to get her out of his sight.

The first thing he will do as soon as she wakes up is apologise. He can spend an eternity in trying to makeup for all the things he did wrong.

It was Jungkook who had the hardest time swallowing the bitter pill of truth. He can't. No, he couldn't take that it was her who was his mate all along. No, how could he? How could he hurt her? He almost killed her on the first day of their meeting. The only memory she has of him is that of fear. Fear of him killing her.

Turning around, Jungkook storms out.

Taehyung watches his lover get out, the other five sharing the same look as him. "I hope he is fine."

"He will be, don't worry. " Namjoon calms them, as their attention goes back to their mate.

"And here I was jealous of her mate." Yoongi chuckles, his thumb drawing circles on her head. "When I should be proud of my mate."

Jin nods, "So it was her. Twenty years ago, it was our mate who came into the world. Isn't she?"

"Yes, she did. That's why, we and Jungkook. All are living in peace, she brought our soul to us. Our soulmate." Hoseok sighs, eyes twinkling in love as they all watched her breathing in, she looked so much at peace that Namjoon wished to just hide her away from the world.

Only for their eyes to see and hold.

It was 3:00 am

Everyone was awake except Y/N. Taehyung was particularly glued to her side, so were the others. Even jungkook wasn't far, having returned after his nightly walk to blow off some steam.

Taehyung smiles fondly at her,

But it wasn't long to see her face scrunched up, morphing into that of distress "Is she having a nightmare?"

His question pulled everyone from their thoughts, as Jin rushed to check her. "Oh no, she is burning."

At Jin's words, all rushed to get something to put her fever down. It was Jungkook who brought a wet towel as he settles it on her forehead. Yoongi and Hoseok getting on either side, a wet towel in their hands to wipe her arms and hopefully bring down her temperature. In haste, Namjoon had brought a warm oil to massage her feet, rubbing it to keep her from feeling awful. He had read somewhere that it helps.

He hopes it does.

Jin brought medicine for Y/N. He even went an extra mile to dissolve the pill in a mango juice so that his precious mate doesn't have to tolerate the bitter taste.

Taehyung had his arms securely wrapped around his mate, squeezing her cheeks in a pout. He beckons jin to feed her medicine.

Jin, taking the hint. Pushes the spoon inside her mouth, as Y/N starts squirming.

Refusing to open her mouth.

"Baby, it's okay. Good girl," Taehyung pulls her up, not wishing the liquid to go into her wind pipe.

At his words, Y/N whimpers as if she is in pain. Their heart squeezed seeing her whimpering, oh how they wished the medicine quickly starts doing its work.

4:am

Her temperature was down but not fully. Jin has went an all out for closing all the windows, keeping the fans off and making the room as warm as possible. He brought all the blankets from his room, especially his favourite ones. Even though he can't sleep, but atleast the material is soft to touch. It gives him peace, and he hopes it does the same to her.

All along, taehyung had her securely tucked under his arms. Laying down beside her. One moment they were watching, and the next, Y/N's arms were wrapped around his waist, head resting on his shoulder. While she breathed right across his neck.

Taehyung, tilts his head. Happy that his soulmate is seeking him out. Gently placing a kiss on her forehead, he squeezes her hand. Hoping to never let go.

While the others could only watch in jealousy, to say they were envious would be an understatement.

Jimin huffs, "This isn't fair, you can't hog her to yourself."

Taehyung smirks, enjoying their faces of pure envy. The hyungs may not show their jealousy openly, but the maknaes could. "Well, it's her choice. Which is me for now."

Jimin groans in annoyance. Oh how he wishes to wipe that smirk off of his face.

Y/N squints her eyes, as she felt the sun hogging her face. Ugh, so annoying.

She turns over, hoping to snuggle against her teddy bear. But is shocked when she feels something much big than her pluffy bear. Followed by a very masculine chuckle, one that had her jolt up. Scrambling away in fright.

"Oh." Her mind doesn't even register as the world moves slowly. But this is what happens when you suddenly slip and fall back on the ground.

Her head hit the ground, as a pained whimper escaped her.

Ah, it hurts.

Y/N felt tears brim at the corner of her eyes. Why is her morning like this? She now remembers Yuna attacking her and a bangtan member saving her. Taehyung, was it? She doesn't know, but her neck is itching like crazy.

And all this frustration leads her tears to open up like some unwanted guests.

In a second, Jimin is near her. "I am so sorry, did I scare you sweetheart?" He pulls her up, but even that earns a pained groan from her.

Her hip hurts, and her head feels like someone smashed a coconut on it.

"What happened?" She hears someone entering the room, "-Jimin, Did you scare my baby?"

"hyung, I didn't."

Someone pulls her towards them, as Y/N squirms to get out of it.

"Don't touch me," Regaining her footing, Y/N pushes herself out of stranger's arms. Making some distance, she looks up to see Jin. Her gaze whipping at Jimin and then to the room.

This wasn't her room.

"Calm down, you were attacked last night. Taehyung saved you and brought you here." Jin scrambled to explain the situation to her.

And finally she calmed down a little, atleast she isn't kidnapped.

She almost thought it was their way to punish her for complaining against their youngest member.

"We changed your cloth-" Before Jimin could finish, Y/N screamed.

"Who gave you the permission? How dare you? Why did you cross the line?" She accuses, not believing they changed her.

Fuck.

It was shameful, even embarassing. But nothing came close to her anger. How dare they? They could have let any women change her but no. The earth should split open so that she can hide inside it and never return. Oh fuck, pls someone just swallow her. They just did not do what she thinks they did.

"You had blood all over, If we got a female who would be a vampire only. What guarantee was there that she wouldn't suck you dry. " Jin argues, even as she looks away.

Not taking any of it.

"It's ironic coming from you who can't even control your kid. Wasn't he the one who tried to kill me? Why should I even believe you all? You could have killed me and no one would even bat an eye." She drawls sharply, watching as Jin's expression hardens.

A pained look crossing over.

Even Jimin beside her looks worried.

What happened to this people? Why are they suddenly so expressive. Grimacing, the women pushes past them. Wishing to go back but before she could, Jimin stops her. "We are your mate,"

Y/N's mind stutters, as she looks back to see Jimin pleading her.

Almost desperate.

"What's the month now?" She questions him, almost coldly.

Jimin winced at her tone, but nonetheless replied. "June, why?"

Y/N smiles, albeit mockingly. "oh I thought, It was April's fool. Sayonara peeps."

And just like that, she leaves. Jimin and Jin stood there, unable to stop her. She doesn't even believe that she is their mate. Were they so bad? Minutes later, a happy Yoongi and Hoseok enters the room with breakfast. But are rather taken back with their mate being missing from the bed. Even Namjoon had to hold back taehyung from going to find her wherein Jungkook had timidly asked Jin and him about what happened.

"She thought we were pranking her when I said she was our mate." Jimin finishes quickly, not wishing to break down mid sentence. Even though his lips trembled, eyes gloomy at the thought of her blatant rejection.

At his words, all Vampires take a sharp intake of breath.

Jin chuckles, eyes holding a pain similar to Jimin. "She thought that we would kill her, she didn't believe us at all."

At this, Jungkook flinched. Knowing well, what she meant.

Hoseok jumps in quickly, "No worries, I bet her birthday would be around the corner. She would know herself that we are her mate guys."

Yoongi nods, hoping for the best, "Yup, it's just around the corner."

To say your week was weirdly ridiculous was an understatement.

First, you went to complain against Yuna and found out she is nowhere to be found. As if the girl, literally disappeared in thin air. Next, the bangtan boys were annoying the heck out of you. You just didn't know how to not go along the day without snapping at them.

Everyone of them was annoying you to the core.

So much that you wished to strangle yourself.

And yeah, Y/N wasn't over how they could change her clothes. In her hurry to get out, she didn't even ask which idiot decided it was good to change her top. And on top of that, she wasn't even wearing a bra which wasn't her fault. She doesn't wear bra while going to sleep.

This idiots saw her most precious part. Ugh, she hates them so much.

She almost cried at the thought. It was her soulmate's right. What for is she saving herself? No wonder these vampires were heartless and pathetic. They just didn't know anything. Atleast some of them were.

She just wishes to murder them, and then bury them so that no one knows her embarassing moment.

"Can you stop following me," she glares at Namjoon who is walking beside her.

Why the hell is he stalking her like a creep.

Namjoon looks around, slowly looking back at her as he points at himself. "Are you talking to me?"

She rolls her eyes, nodding.

He smiles brightly, "I wish to apologise for my friends behaviour. They didn't mean to scare you, if you only give us a chance to-"

"No thanks," with that, she enters her class.

Namjoon frowns at her. Looking no less than a kicked puppy who just got rejected in the most harshest way possible. What will he say to Jin who is hoping to apologise with his world class cooking. He just hopes, Jin doesn't kill him for not carrying his message.

With a sigh, he enters behind. Even though, Python programming wasn't his subject but then who could stop him. He will lay low so that no one knows it's him.

Entering inside, he looks around. Eyes falling at his mate who sits in the front bench. oh well, she was a nerd. Just like him.

Quickly going beside her, Namjoon takes a seat. "Hi"

Y/N ignores him, not batting an eye as she flips through the pages of her book.

Throughout class, Y/N ignored him while he just enjoyed the way she got annoyed and tried to complain to the teacher but sadly. The teacher didn't say anything. Why would she? It was their university, more like it was his mate's but the people usually avoid them. Letting them do whatever they want as long as they are in limits. It isn't like Namjoon is bullying her, he is just staring at her. His mate. His soulmate. His fiesty Queen. As soon as the class ends, Y/N hurries out. Almost as if she was on fire.

"When exactly is your birthday?" He calls out, hoping she replies.

"Why, want a punch from my soulmate?" She scoffs, looking back at him with a mocking smirk.

"I can't actually punch myself but let's see," Namjoon chuckles, enjoying as her frown deepens.

"Oh pls, You got Yuna. Go there and stop flirting with me. Nothing will work with me, try me." She flips her hair, going out as Namjoon only seemed to fall harder at her charms.

She was sweet. Spicy and sour and bitter. His mate was a whole package.

Yoongi even told them how she sang a song solely made for her soulmates. It was as if he couldn't take it, the amount of love his soulmate had for him was hauntingly mesmerizing. And today he and his mate's would love to join yoongi and hear their mate sing. Hopefully.

Jungkook feels sad. Sad that their mate thinks they are pranking her. But then, he deserved it. He can't believe that Yuna could do this to them? He was trying to find that bitch but no. It was as if she never existed. Which was bullshit. Unlike his hyungs who were waiting near the stage, all giddy for Y/N's performance. He seems to be scared more than happy, almost guilty. It wasn't like she would be happy seeing him. Last time, he was very rude to her. He even refused to apologise properly, and now all he feels is regret.

Sensing his inner turmoil, Jin pats his back. "Once regret has done its job, my love, move on and put those lessons to good use."

"Yeah, we have an eternity to apologise to her." Jimin smiles, hoping to lift his spirits but nothing actually works.

Jungkook watches as Y/N comes up. A small smile stretching across his face, she looked ethereal in that white dress.

Coming up, she looks around. Taking in a deep breath, Jungkook watches her move. Every little tap of her finger, the flutter of her eyes as she closes them. Slowly starting off with a tune, her right hand moving gracefully as if tracing every nook and crany of the music.

The word fate is at the tip of the pen;

Fleeting time has merged the yearning tree into bones;

Withered and fallen in a place,

Book of our fate has no words as the fragrant ink reads of deep feelings and the tears mark the letter with separation.

Rain comes in a blink; this yearning of her is endless.

Sadly, 'Parting with one's love is pain'

Tapping gently, Y/N looks right to watch a boy with a sweet smile. He mouthes her with 'Your doing great' and the full blown smile that the seven Vampires saw her give him had them itch in jealousy.

As soon as her performance ends, Y/N skips to the guy.

"Hey, You here?" She smiles, actually embarassed that he had to see her singing. But then he was her favourite man, so much that she even secretly hopes he might be her soulmate.

He is so perfect. And no wonder he resembles her imaginary soulmate so much.

The faceless guy who wears a tuxedo and asks for her hand. One where they dance until their feet becomes sour from all that activity. She would love a guy who isn't like her father, someone who is totally opposite of him. Patience, Kind, Respectful. In her eyes, no amount of money or gifts can make her happy. Cause Money, even her father has but what makes one feel loved is the tiny things. The small actions, even though minuscule could make one's heart flutter at the consideration. Its a dead give away of how much the other pays attention to one's partner.

And let's just say, the closest she had someone like that is Ankit.

"Hi," Their moment is interrupted by Taehyung who gives a sharp look to Ankit.

She tilts her head, looking over to see his other members. Standing right around the corner. Frowning, she looks at him. "As far as I know, you aren't in this class. None of you except yoongi, right?"

Taehyung smirks, "Yes, care to join us for some coffee?"

She shakes her head, ready to refuse him.

"We helped you when you caught fever at the dead of the night. The least you could do is join us for a while, don't you think?" He raises an eyebrow, looking at her accusingly.

Wait a minute.

She and fever. And they were caring. Impossible.

Though her catching fever is possible. She ain't superhuman for goodness sake. But when it came to them, she can't help but be suspicious.

Are they planning on taking revenge? Maybe, maybe not. Who knows. But then they wouldn't call her for a coffee. She bets no one can even touch her in such a place, right beside a crowd and in broad daylight.

"Are you sure, you didn't hit your head somewhere?" She grimaces, not wishing to join them.

By now, Ankit had left to submit the entries to the teacher. Sadly, leaving her to deal with him alone.

At this, he narrows his eyes at her. Stepping closer, he brushes her curls, gently pulling it behind her ear. "In your case, I am hundred percent sure princess."

His actions had her stumble back, but damn his vampire speed to pull right back into her personal space like he owns it. The fuck.

Splaying her hand across his chest, she pushes him back. Albeit, she tried but no. The guy didn't even budge so she took a step back to maintain a distance. The action, only causing the man's grin to widen. "First, stop hogging my personal space. Second, stop forcing me. A no is a no, I am busy today."

Looking at Ankit, she sees him talking to her Music sir. "Ankit, let's go."

Ankit whips his head, smiling widely at her as he rushes to her. "Yea, I suggested your name for the upcoming competition. I hope, you win this. The prize includes a hefty sum of money."

Her eyes twinkles, "Oh wow, I hope to win this then."

Across them, Taehyung watches the interaction with a frown. He hates Ankit already, how dare he steal his mate? And how dare you to even talk to him after rejecting his offer? Ugh, he wants to cry and throw a tantrum. But sadly, that will only work on his mate's. Not his soulmate.

Before he could turn around and go away. She calls him back, "Hey, I think I can join you all."

"Really?" He looks at her excitedly, only earning a frown but he doesn't care.

"My lecture got cancelled so.." she shrugs nonchalantly, making sure he knows that she isn't doing it for them. Its just her using the offer for the spare time she has in her hands now.

And so here they were, at lover's delight cafe. A haven for couples like them, but Taehyung is left annoyed at the way his soulmate is looking around with a disgusted face. Even going as far as shuddering at the thought of them bringing her here out of all the places they could have brought her.

For a second, he thought his soulmate was anti-romantic. Other people can't get enough from praising it and she can't get enough from hating it.

"Erm," hoseok clears his throat, hoping to diffuse the situation. "Y/N what coffee would you like to have?"

"I don't drink coffee, tea would suffice." She hums, looking around as her feet taps on the floor.

They could almost sense her nervousness.

"Oh, so tea? We could have some donuts to go with them." Jin intervenes, hoping she likes his choice.

"um, I would have tea with no sugar. And as for donuts, I will pass."

Taehyung frowns at her, not knowing why she is not having sugar in her tea. Does she not like sweet things? Did he do a mistake? Ugh, so stupid. She looked at them as if they were someone worth to keep distance from. His soulmate. His very half part doesn't want to be in his presence. The thought was painful, it made his immortal heart beat with nothing but grief.

"May I know why you don't like sugar?" Yoongi speaks, his face neutral and devoid of any emotion.

"I just don't like it," She shrugs, piping their interest but refusing to add anything but a chunk of meat.

Namjoon nods, ordering what she wants without any further questions. While the others opted for a cup of warm blood, not that they could have anything else. The whole time, a painful silence was around. In-between, Hoseok and Jimin tried to start a conversation but they were dejected when their soulmate gave one word answers. Jungkook was so silent that he might not even be here.

Occasionally, Y/N did smile at them. But that's that, in that smile they didn't see any warmth. It was as if she was smiling out of pretence.

And it didn't help, when they saw her smiling so beautifully at someone who isn't them.

Yoongi, finally done with the cold atmosphere speaks up. "Jimin didn't lie when he said your our soulmate."

At his words, the whole table crashed into a deadly silence. Not that it wasn't already.

"Vampire can sense their mate through their blood smell. When Yuna attacked you, Taehyung knew that you were our soulmate." He explains further, as Jimin looks at Y/N. Almost nervously.

The Vampires were awaiting for her response, hoping that she didn't think it was them pranking her. No. They could never prank on their soulmate.

"What is this nonsense?" Y/N stands up, glaring at each one of them. "If you all are thinking you could fool me then your wrong. And If you think I will cheat on my soulmate then your in for a shock, I won't. And for a second, if you were my soulmate. I would be highly disappointed, you all don't even know to respect a women. Some of you won't even bat an eye before killing her. So, please. My soulmate won't be like you all, he will be more like Ankit."

At her outburst, Jimin's eyes darken. His fangs protuding, not liking how his soulmate is thinking about some other man. "Kitten, don't test my patience."

"We are your soulmate and you can't change that, on your birthday. You sure as hell will get our bangtan mark, The black rose." Namjoon scowls at her, dark eyes raking over her form with a devilish glint.

"You are ours, only ours." Hoseok confirms.

"Only ours to fuck and ours to claim." Taehyung growls,

"Only ours to keep." Jin hums.

"For the rest of eternity," Yoongi smiles.

"In every birth, your ours." Jungkook ends, their collective response earning a shiver from Y/N who was gaping like a fish.

This can't be happening.

No way, are they her soulmate.

Is the God dead or what? Her prayers are answered like this? She can't believe she got cheaters as her soulmate. The countless days of yearning gave fruit but what was the result. A bitter fruit. One that can't even be enjoyed, heck even be felt. The truth of it all felt so bitter on her tongue that she wants to throw it out, not wishing to even have a taste. Out of all creatures, she had to get this devils only. This monsters who cheated on her, with whom? Her roommate. Wow, just wow.

She laughs, clapping her hands. Fucking fantastic is her fate.

Her destiny.

She is to suffer like her mother only? Then, why did she even came to earth? She should have died at birth itself.

"No, I don't-t accept this." She frowns, her face torn in disbelief over everything, "Never."

And she ran. Not caring. Away from them. Away from this hell fate.

'Run Y/N. Run. Don't look back,' her mind yelled orders on her entire body that was quickly thrown into action.

Rushing out, she clasped her bag tightly; dashing straight into the crowd of people who watched on as she was being followed by the Vampires who screamed at her to 'stop.'

But she gave a deaf ear.

Her feet thumped on the road furiously, moving forward, her breath coming in small spurts, hot and nervous. At her sides, she could hear the baying howls of the Vampires and the looks of the people who watched on but she didn't care to stop and explain herself to everyone.

She would rather be damned than be caught by them.

Their words were ringing in her head, over and over like some mantra. She knows, if they catch her. There is no way out for her.

Just like her mother, she will have to live in a loveless marriage. And that too with cheaters,

Atleast her father wasn't a cheater. Guess, her fate is only worse from here on. But she was also stubborn, picking up a fight against everyone who thought that she would accept this fate.

She maybe naive, but she ain't a fool.

Fingers curled into sweaty fists, she hopes to trap some warmth from her dress, almost wrinkling it as she swung forward; her whole being yelling for some rest and air to breathe in. It's either escape or hell for her.

In a moment of being off guard, her feet plunged, giving up, almost tumbling her over as she barely manages to not touch the ground. She was trying hard to zip through the crowd in a zig-zag way, hoping to stop them from using their vampire speed. Lest they catch her and she doesn't want a repeat of hell. She has watched it, as an audience while her Mum was the centre of it all.

And now universe was playing a cruel joke, swapping her place from an audience to the main sufferer. Just great.

Her lungs and heart were pumping, but the air didn't seem to be enough as she stood for a moment, panic trembling in her exhausted limbs.

"I have lost my way." She mumbled, her voice coming off shaky. Almost pushed to its limit.

Where was her dorm again? Ugh, fuck.

Looking around, she watched everywhere to see any signs of them and was shocked to see Namjoon just a couple of feet away.

Quickly taking the left street road, she ducked, hoping they don't catch her. Every now and then, she looks back in fear; eyes analyzing for any danger,

"Women. Get out of the way," a voice yelled at her from behind.

Looking back, she saw a truck; only an inch away from her. In fear, her feet strutted as if a stone and the very next second she felt a harsh pull on her right hand, pulling her away from the street.

The action caught her whole body off guard as she lost her balance, falling backwards. Before she could hit the ground and hurt her head; a firm grip on her waist ensured by a benign grasp of someone's hand obstructed her.

Looking up, she comes face to face with her saviour.

"Tell me, why would my bodyguard find my Granddaughter in such state. That too, in the middle of a road." Her Grandpa's stern voice earns a shiver from her.

"Grandpa, I was scared." She spoke, truthfully. Not that she could lie to her Maternal Grandfather. He would catch her in an instant and she doesn't want that.

As soon as Rahul, the bodyguard found her, she was taken back to her Grandfather's house. To say he was shocked seeing her in this state, would be an understatement. He was furious, asking. No demanding her to tell the name and he will handle them.

Unlike her father, he loved her dearly. He was the wealthiest, someone who is feared as a business tycoon. His name was spread far and wide, she remembers how he even tried to fund her whole education. Wishing to send her abroad for studies but her father was like a needle blowing up all the balloons of her hope like they were nothing.

All he wants is for her to marry a guy who has a fucking Government job.

Ridiculous.

"Oh my lioness, who are you scared of darling? Your Grandfather is still alive baby, tell me. What happened?" At his kind words, she teared up. Even as she called him out, muttering 'Nana' like some chanting she speaks to get away from the dark. If there was anyone who made her feel safe then it was her Grandfather, how she wished to just hide in his arms. The world is too cruel for her. "My Mates aren't what I wished-d for," she hiccups, trying hard to explain her dilemma but failing miserably.

Chris looks at his grandchild, albeit painfully. Pulling her in his arms, he shushes her, patting her back. "No sweetheart, my strong baby. Nana will protect you, don't cry. Your my strong baby, right?"

She nods, hugging him tightly.

"Your mates, do you have more than one darling?" He pulls away, wiping her tears fondly.

Even though deep within he was already planning to burn down the entire city. He bets her uncles and aunts would gladly join him to punish everyone who made their beloved darling cry like this. Her mate's have to pay for hurting her like this, his precious baby.

"I have seven Vampires," She grimaces, shuddering at the thought of their words.

His eyes widen at the number. No way, this must be a defect. "And what did they do?"

Y/N looks up at him, her lips trembling as she bites on her lower lip to not break down. "If I wasn't their mate, If I was just a women. I don't think, they would even care." She taps at her throat, the fading lines of the fingerprint; a proof of how much she hates her destiny to pair her up with monsters.

"Don't tell me, one of them did this?" He growls, his wolf clawing to get out and rip that bastard to shreds.

Yes, he was a wolf. His whole family was and so was his daughter who was hated by his soulmate just because she was a werewolf. That sick bastard.

"They did," She looks up at him, tears cascading down her face.

"No, don't cry." He wipes her tears, brushing her face worriedly.

"Your gonna stay here and heal. Both physically and mentally. Understood?"

She nods, as he pats her back. Calling for a maid to accompany her to the room.

As soon as she leaves, Chris calls his friend. Spewing orders of suing that damned University which couldn't even safeguard it's student. This bloodsucking bastards, he hopes to drag the leeches into the court. Demanding compensation for the damage done to his grandchild.

One week passed in a blur for Y/N who spends her time doing nothing. Literally.

Thanks to her Grandfather, she didn't even have to go back to her university to give exams. He had pulled some strings to have her give exams online, from the safe haven of her room. No disturbance whatsoever. And she was happy that he knew what she wanted and took immediate action.

Holidays have started which meant she had some months before next year commenced. In advance, she has asked her Grandfather to let her exchange college to distant learning, to which he agreed almost instantly.

Her papers were ready, submitted and stamped with her new University's mark.

At her request, Chris even agreed to not say anything to her mother. She doesn't want her to worry, though her father still calls her for that marriage but now she just ignores his calls. Instead talking to her mother, even though she hates lying to her. Y/N doesn't have any option.

It was midnight.

The night resembling her emotions. Empty and dark, and yet in them she found the stars and the moon.

This days, she is feeling too lonely. Almost couped up in a bubble, she even hates to leave her room. Her anxiety was the one that had her take a drastic step of changing her college. She didn't have guts to go back and face them, much less look at them.

The clock struck 12:00 and she felt a prick on the back of her hand. Looking down, she watches the trail of black rose blooming across her skin.

Taunting her. Tainting her skin in inky blackness and she was left in nothing but broken hopes.

"Happy birthday, My baby." Her mother's voice speaks, as the women laughs off her grief.

"Mummy, I will call you in the morning. I am so tired-," She fake yawns, hearing her Mum whispering a sweet 'Good night, My heart's piece' and she sure felt her eyes tear up at that.

"I love you, Ma" She smiles when all she wished was to say 'I wish you were here'.

And that's when, they cut the call.

Acting excited even though she wasn't.

So their words were true. She was really damned for all eternity. She isn't sad, no. Disappointed, yes. Life always has a way to hurt. Guess, this one too was a cruel play of destiny. She hates how she has a mate who is opposite of everything she wishes in mate. Soulmate is supposed to feel like a gift from the God, her liberation

Her salvation.

Then why is she finding nothing except pure hell. Does a vampire know anything about human emotions? Are they nothing but food in their eyes? Vampires don't even bat an eye at a human until it's for satisfying their hunger. She can't accept a soulmate who resembles her father, no. She might be hopelessly in love, but she isn't blind.

Not like her mother.

She won't suffer, she had rather cut ties with them then keep them near and suffer for all eternity.

She can't forgive them for cheating on her. What right they have to claim her? She isn't an object to be claimed? She would rather die then let anyone stomp on her self-respect. Without her wish, even God can't push her to them.

Heck, no one can.

Taking a deep breath, she looks at the moon. It was a calm night, unlike her thoughts that seemed anything but calm. Like a lightning, it struck her heart. Ruining the pillars of love, the seeds she watered came off. Leaving nothing but a barren land in its stead.

Closing her eyes, she let's her tears drown her into a pool of sorrow. It came as a much needed relief, a silent scream to everything that didn't go her way.

Her heart was breaking, her hopes getting shattered.

She shuddered at the thought of the seven Vampires. Their words of claims, scaring her body of flesh and bones.

It made her want to run far away and hide. Her body trembling, her mind screaming to go away from all the red signals. She has heard that Vampires drink the blood of their soulmate, which means more pain. No, she can't take this.

She didn't ask for a love this painful.

"Wonder, why only I am damned?" She smiles, her skin cold to touch. Bare to the harsh wind that gave no mercy to the lonesome heart.

"Maybe, I should just die. Maybe I should," She hiccups, looking up at the Moon. Her balcony was filled with her tiny sniffles, the best day of her life turned out to be a living nightmare.

"Y/N, you will become sick baby. Get back in here." Chris sighs, pulling her inside gently.

Her skin was cold to touch. laying her down, he covers her up in warm blankets. He couldn't see her suffering like this, his heart couldn't take it. His precious grandchild was suffering alone, he knows she doesn't have any friends. From childhood, she was closed off. Not mingling with friends, not talking at all unless necessary.

She was a closed bubble, not trusting anyone. How could she? The one who she trusted the most was the one who betrayed her.

In her eyes, her father was her hero. But his baby had to suffer and see her perfect world break apart. This only led to her not trusting anyone else, she never accepted anyone in her heart. She acted cold so that people didn't see her broken self, but only he knew how fragile his baby is.

"Happy Birthday, My princess." He sighs, kissing her forehead.

Y/N looked oblivious, her exhausted form lulled into a dreamless state.

She woke up late today. Not that she minds but she was taken aback when she heard how her bath has been prepared. Her Grandfather having asked the maids to make her feel like a literal princess. It made her feel special, atleast the warm bath calmed down her nerves. Decked up in new clothes, her hairs were delicately unveiled and brushed to perfection.

Coming down, she was greeted by her aunt Felia and Uncle Philip alongside Chris.

"And here comes my darling," Felia hums, quickly coming to pull her into a warm hug. " Happy birthday baby."

"Happy birthday, angel." Philip bows down, earning a snort from Chris who smiles fondly at her.

"Princess loves me the most, after all I wished her after her mother." Chris smirks, enjoying the way his uncle glared at him.

"Oh you two, stop fighting. Now back to question, we are throwing a grand party for you and don't worry. We have made sure your parents don't know about it." She winks, making her laugh at the way she spoke. As if it was a top secret mission.

Oh how her childhood self would love to play along.

"Okay,"

"I brought this especially for your birthday." Felia takes her hand, slipping a emerald bangle across her wrist.

She smiles, loving it already. "Thank you, aunt. It's so beautiful,"

Felia nods, patting her head.

As they all start discussing about her party, Y/N sneaks out in hope of getting some alone time. With this in mind, she takes off to the mango fields right across the forest. Walking around, as she took in the serene place with a dazzling smile. For a fraction of second, she wonders what her soulmates are doing? Are they with Yuna? The thought was painful, it squeezed her heart to accommodate the fresh wound. It wasn't like they would like her?

She has always been called weird. From childhood she hated milk, not because of taste but because of a memory that she hates. Her father used to force her everyday to drink two glass of milks, even if she would throw up. He didn't backed up, she recalls the times she fought, cried and threw a tantrum. But nothing worked, it was as if all her pent up frustration was now on the milk which she hated.

Till now, she doesn't drink milk. Even if she tries to, she throws up. Her body just can't accept it.

But milk products are her favourite, cause they aren't included with her bad memories. She has pcod, which keeps her from getting regular periods. Her condition causes her to not have sugar, even spicy food. Her favourite is out of the domain. Cause then, she would have pimples all over her face which aren't pleasant at all.

She doesn't drink, doesn't smoke. She isn't even allowed to go clubbing and her family is extremely religious which means she isn't even allowed to consume any form of meat.

Not that she is complaining, she just thinks why would anyone like her like this. But she can't help but take pride on herself, unlike the girls of her age, she doesn't run behind the pleasures of life. She was someone who would wait for as long as she can to lose her Virginity. To her, the union of one's soul is more important than the physical aspect. And she hates skinship, like so much that she gets irritated when someone tries to do just that.

She isn't comfortable with just anyone to let them come this close.

"Oh, see. What do we have here?" A voice had her whip her head for the owner who stood across the tree.

From the looks of it, he seems a Vampire. The pale skin was hard to ignore.

"This is private property, get out." She speaks calmly, not giving away how scared she actually is. This Vampires are not at all trustable, last time Yuna literally sucked her dry and she doesn't want a repeat of that.

The Vampire sniffed the air, as a sigh escapes him. "What a divine smell. Do you taste as good as you look?" He clicks his tongue, licking his lips that had her look at him in disgust.

"You have a blood bank for that," She argues, looking around to find some escape route.

She hopes her grandfather comes around, the patrolling guards won't be too far away either. She just have to scream and that will do the work. Y/N smiles, knowing the whole area like the back of her hand. She has come this way so many times as a kid, that she knows where is the hiding spot and where are the guards. For now, the nearest guard should be around somewhere.

He snorts, "I had rather have it from source then"

She grimaces, what is he saying? Rolling her eyes, she hums at him. "Don't take a step and you will be fine."

The Vampire smirks, "I intend to drink your blood so that is not possible, My lady."

In a flash, he was near her. As her heart beat literally jumps back in surprise. Quickly pulling back, she screams as loud as she could. The vampire quickly covers her mouth, seizing her hand in a iron grip. Squirming, she tries hard to get away from him.

"Ugh, what the-" And just like that, the Vampire stumbles back with a agonizing scream.

She pulls away, gasping for breath. Horrified to see the guy writhing in pain, as his skin seemed to be glowing in deep orange. In just a matter of seconds, the Vampire gets reduced into ashes. Scared, the women stares in disbelief. Rubbing her eyes, over and over again to get the sight out. Maybe she was hallucinating? How the fuck did that happen?

"Y/N are you okay," She hears Rahul rushing towards her.

Shaking her head, the women tried to speak "He-e that,"

Her brain shutters, unable to comprehend the turn of events. Her breath came out heavy, as her lungs gave out. It was as if she couldn't breath. "Hey hey, calm down. Look at me, deep breaths Y/N. Its okay."

She tries. She really does but no the scene replays like a haunting song at the back of her mind.

And the last thing she remembers before losing her consciousness is Rahul's concerned look.

Yoongi was going mad.

It has been two weeks. Two whole weeks without his soulmate. Two weeks without seeing her or hearing her voice. His soul was hurting, it was as if he was on fire with nothing to qualm the burn of his heart. They were relentlessly trying to find her out but it was as if she wasn't even there in the first place.

Without her, the Vampires have been cranky and everyone was fighting. Trying to pin the blame on someone but alas, they couldn't push all the blame on one and be free of the guilt.

Currently Jungkook's Father is stuck in a legal battle with the head of the Adani's group. A case has been filed against the university, accusing them of not keeping the vampires in check. On top of that, the Chairman has asked for a sum of 100 million dollar as compensation for the damages done to the students.

The case was backed up by humans which garnered a hell lot of attention from the media. Vampires and Human's were hell-bent on calling each other out.

On top of that, Jungkook had stormed in with a pissed Jin. Calling each one of them for an urgent meeting.

The Living room was too silent for the seven of them, everyone keeping to themselves. Speaking less, and even staying away from their mansion. He has an inkling that the maknaes are doing their own search, not that he and Namjoon aren't doing the same.

But for now, his attention is drawn to Jungkook who by the looks of it, seems no less than a raging Bull.

Hoseok, starts first. "What is it?"

"Y/N changed her college, and on top of that. All her records are missing, including her personal address and phone number." Jungkook speaks, explaining out his dilemma.

Taehyung froze, not believing his soulmate would want to be away from them. Did they scare her that much?

Was she disappointed? Did she hate them? Oh how much he regrets for suggesting others for a coffee date. He was so excited to court her the traditional way but seems like, he was too ahead of himself. He shouldn't have been jealous of that guy she speaks to. And they shouldn't have scared her the way they did back then.

If not for him, she wouldn't have run away.

Only he knows, how scary it was. Watching her running away from them. And when they lost sight of her, it was as if all hell broke loose.

"What do you mean, all her records are missing." Namjoon fumes, as his jaws tighten in a burning hot rage.

Jin sighs, "Our University has a policy that once the student transfers, all their date and record will be deleted from the system. That means, tracing her will be next to impossible."

At this, Jimin stands up. "I don't believe it, ask her friends. Someone would have her number."

Yoongi shakes his head, "She doesn't actually, I have never once saw her talking to any of her classmates. Except Ankit."

At the mention of his name, all were tense. They hate Ankit, that much they know but if talking to him means getting back to her than they will do it.

"So you mean, this bracelet protects me." Y/N tilts her head, taking in the scrambling explanation of her aunt who came off to be scared of his Grandpa.

After she fainted, Chris went berserk. He only calmed down when Felia explained that the Vampire who tried to harm her died already. She has given her a special bracelet. As a witch, she knows how to use her powers for saving others. After knowing how some stupid vampires hurt her, she was already working on it.

The bracelet has a special connection to Y/N's thoughts. When it senses her to be in a danger, the bracelet takes immediate action which it did back then.

"You can't give her that, it's illegal. The community will be at our throats for this." Philip, her uncle was very much against the idea of having her wear this bracelet.

Felia fights back, "Atleast it protected her when all of us could not."

And that seemed to shut all of them.

It was evening by the time she was done watching a movie. Felia and Philip had left for work alongside Grandpa. She was bored, two months of holiday and she is already hoping to be back to work. It lets her mind keep itself busy, away from the thoughts of her mate's. But alas, her luck was never on her side.

Going towards kitchen, she looks around. Not seeing anyone, she comes to the conclusion that the maids have left.

Which means, she is free to make whatever without any of them insisting to make it for her.

It's not that she doesn't like them helping her, but the lessons she learned in her cooking classes have to be used somewhere. Her condition doesn't let her have anything too sweet, which was why her morning starts with a cup of warm water and some chia seeds.

Everyday she works out for atleast an hour, eating healthy and avoiding spicy food. Though someday, she does eat spicy food, cause well. She can't help the craving.

Deciding to cook, she takes out a pack of ramen. By the time it's done, she will have something to watch.

Keeping the flame low enough, she leaves for the living room. Going through some channels, to see what she could watch while eating.

Deciding on a horror movie, she hums.

Time flew by, as the night descends on the land. Her Grandpa had called her to let her know the venue of her birthday party. She was in no mood to celebrate, but still she tried to dress up a little. Choosing a white gown, she went ahead to do a little makeup here and there. Finishing it with a light nude lipstick.

Going down, she meets Rahul who escorts her right into the car and off they go.

Twenty minutes into the party, and she already has her eyes set on the food and the cake. Sadly, she had to stand beside her Grandpa and listen to the strangers talk. Sometimes, even nodding to let them know she is all ears. The venue was beautiful, it gave her royal palace vibes. And she is already in love with the decorations. Everything seemed perfect.

Her aunt had told her to invite her friends, but as she didn't have any. She refused.

Though, she did call Ankit. Even giving him an invitation. Which he accepted wholeheartedly.

He doesn't know that she changed university, though he did worry about her absence in the library. She waved it off by saying she was just enjoying holidays back at her home. And he did accept it, not prying for more.

"Are you bored?" Chris nudges her, as she shakes her head.

"No, just thinking."

"About what?"

She looks over the food section, "As to when will I get to eat all that."

Chris laughs, as she pouts. It's not funny.

"why don't you go and start, I hope no one will mind. After all it's your birthday." He pats her back, encouraging her to go and dig in.

Giving him one last look, she walks over to the food section. The waiters looking at her, and for a second she felt exposed. Not used to have any kind of attention. Gingerly she tucks the strand of her hair, twirling it whilst biting her lip.

"Y/N, do you need anything?" A man in his thirties, somewhat greets her.

She looks at him awkwardly, now who is this guy?

"Oh, my bad. I didn't introduce myself." He offers his hand, as she takes it in a greeting. "I am Thomas. Thomas Swan."

With that, he places a chaste kiss at the back of her hand.

"It's pleasure to meet you, Mr. Thomas." She speaks, as he nods at her.

Five minutes and she is still listening to Thomas explaining his business. The food is beside her and her stomach is growling. Which she hopes, he doesn't pick up. That would be more embarassing for her.

"I will be back in a minute," She pulls out an excuse, smiling to let him fall into her trap. Which he did.

"Okay, sure. I will wait"

And off she goes, huffing. Why does he has to wait near her food? Now how will she sneak around. Deciding to not think much, she moves towards the balcony. Fishing out her phone, she frowns. A message from Ankit.

Message- Sorry, something came up. But don't worry, your friends will be there in my stead. Happy birthday<

And now she is confused, which friends is he talking about?

Messaging back, she hopes he replies.

And he does.

Message- Taehyung and the others, aren't they your friends?

The fuck.

Don't tell her, he told them where she is? Oh fuck, oh God no.

Deciding to test the waters, she messages him about what does he mean by 'your friends will be there in my stead' she quotes it exactly how he did.

Message- I told them the place where your birthday party is there. Actually, they were worried about you? Why were you ignoring them because of a petty fight? It's okay if you don't tell.

Oh, this dumbfuck is gonna get her in trouble.

How she wishes to smack his head, again and again.

She has to leave. Now.

And there she rushes right out, giving a quick explanation to her Grandpa that she ain't feeling well.

"Should I come with you? Wait, let me call a doctor. You just go into one of the rooms above and rest. It's okay." Chris checks her forehead, but frowns when he doesn't detect or pick up any kind of sickness.

His wolf was sniffing, but nothing came.

While she was sweating, knowing her lying will always be caught.

"No, I want to go home Grandpa. I am tired."

Chris narrows his eyes, "What is happening? Tell me, and don't leave anything out."

She groans, throwing her hands up in defeat. "My mates are coming here, I don't wanna meet them. That's what is happening. Now can I go?"

Chris sighs, watching as she looks around like a deer caught in headlights. Her little outburst had garnered attention of few people.

"How much will you run? You have to face them someday."

By now, Felia and Philip also come along. Sensing the distress in the air that was hard to ignore.

Before she could speak, a commotion had her whip her head towards the direction of the entrance.

From the sea of people, she could make out a man she dreads to meet. Jungkook.

"Oh fuck," With that she rushes in the opposite direction, away from them. They are here. They are fucking here. Great, just great way of celebrating her birthday.

Climbing the stairs, in haste. She tumbles, slamming one of the room's door. Entering it, she goes to close it as quick as possible.

But a hand stops it, looking through the gap. She sees Jungkook, who is glaring at her.

Eyes red, and fangs protuding.

"Don't. You. Dare. Run. Away." He punches each word, forcing the door to open.

In front of his strength, she was hardly a match.

Stumbling back, she makes a beeline to go out into the balcony. But Jungkook was fast to catch her, yet again. Seizing her arm, he wraps his hands around her waist. Successfully trapping her.

"Let me go, right now." She fights back, trying to push him away.

Jungkook glares down at her, eyes taking in her form. "Never."

Only he knows, how much he had been beating himself up for the past two weeks. It was hell. Literal hell for him. She has no idea how much he had been desperate to find her. As soon as they got to know where she is, he was fast enough to leave. Rushing right here, only to smell his soulmate. It was pure ecstasy that had his vampire genes raging, wanting him. No demanding he claims her.

And the moment she ran, his instincts kicked off. No way, was he letting her escape now.

His eyes moves along her body, frowning when he doesn't find the soulmate's mark. "Where is your soulmate mark?"

"I don't have one." She bites back, making his frown deepen.

"Darling, you do have. Did you use makeup to coverup your mark?" He hums, looking down at her.

She looks away, refusing to meet his eye. "I am no darling of yours, you stupid brat. Just shut up and leave me the fuck alone, you dumbfuck."

At her insult, his grip tightens. "You are, and no one can change that."

Y/N glares at him, "I had rather die than have you as my fate. Listen closely, I have nothing to do with your cheating ass and who in the right mind accepts a guy who tried to kill her. Certainly not me."

Her words were a stab to his heart.

Before he could apologise for everything that went wrong, a furious hoseok enters into the room.

"Jungkook, give her space. Will you?" He snaps, at him. Not at all enjoying the way his soulmate is struggling.

And Jungkook does, leaving her in an instant.

Behind him, Jin and the others come up. Instantly met with her smell, which only confirms that she is their soulmate.

Before coming here, Namjoon had to literally face her Grandpa who threatened them. If they made her cry, than they could say goodbye to their soulmate. The thought of not meeting her was enough for hoseok to rush up and pull the maknae back.

They didn't want to give Y/N more reasons to hate them.

Jin is the first one to approach her, "Please, give us a chance to explain."

"I don't want to,"

It was yoongi, who had a hard time with her attitude. "Don't be childish."

Y/N laughs, "Childish, says the one who was cheating on me. You all can't even respect my choice, and that explains everything."

Taehyung frowns, "We want to apologise, We really didn't know that-"

She cuts him off, "Didn't know that your soulmate will found out, or didn't know that that you even have one."

Her words cut in deep, leaving nothing but hurt in its wake.

It was Jimin, who took the initiative and went down on his knees. Shocking everyone. "Please, forgive us. It was Yuna who fooled us, she used your blood as a way to get to us. We were stupid to believe her, heck she even tried to kill you when she came to know you are no longer giving her blood. That night, Taehyung found you and eventually we got to know about you."

Namjoon hissed, "We already caught that bitch,"

It was Jungkook and Hoseok who caught her, but nonetheless it was them who actually killed her. Giving her one of the most painful death but that was a story of another time. For now, his attention was on his mate who was looking at them with an accusing look. Not giving away any more emotion, while she seemingly takes in their explanation.

Y/N looks away, angry stare steering close to the wall "That doesn't give you a ticket to cheat. Before Yuna, how many women's you all fucked, huh?"

Yoongi snaps, "Do you even know Vampires aren't that lucky with mates, how the fuck are we supposed to know that we would meet ours?"

She can't take it.

She wants to scream, shout at them. They are justifying their cheating, telling what. That they thought they had little to no chance meeting her. She knows vampire live the longest, but that doesn't mean they act like a petty fuckboy. And from her anger and disappointment, stemmed guilt. Guilt that why she even saved herself for them. She should have enjoyed sex, fuck as many boys as possible. And she hates, she didn't. All her life she was nothing but a stupid wallflower. Awaiting for something who isn't even waiting for her was a painful pill to swallow.

Love isn't forced, even if it's from God himself.

Her father's word rang in her head, as her inner demons laughed at her. What did she think? Her soulmate would wait for her. Vampires live for a thousand years, so of course waiting was pathetic. She was ridiculous. A human and Vampire's ways are so different and yet destiny brought them together.

They can't understand the burning pain of longing, why would they? They had countless women to warm their bed. She was getting attention only because she was paired up with them.

Jungkook wasn't killing her, only because she was his soulmate.

Otherwise, why would he respect a women like her? She wasn't someone who can draw attention to her.

She is a liability. Nothing more.

"I was really a fucking fool to wait," And with that she rushes inside the bathroom, slamming the door closed.

It was Namjoon who rushed behind her, slamming his hand on the door. "Y/N, open the door."

Yoongi stood there, as her words rang inside his head. Haunting him. Did she regret waiting for them? Of course she did. Unlike them, she waited. Even though they had hope somewhere to meet their soulmate one day, they never did act upon that feeling. He could see from where she is coming.

It was jin, who pulled Namjoon back. "Give her some space, will you?"

Seconds after, they could hear the shower running.

Hoseok looks at the door, "Is she bathing right now?"

"Maybe she doesn't want to hear us," Taehyung's eyes were gloomy, his heart aching for his soulmate.

And so they waited, outside the door. Listening to the shower running non-stop. Namjoon had went down and explained Chris about the situation. And in return, he was told to have patience and wait. His soulmate tends to close up when she is overwhelmed.

Felia and Philip had, once again threatened to burn down the whole Vampire community if they saw them hurting even a strand of her hair. To which, Namjoon had swore he had rather die than hurt her.

Here, Yoongi was leaning against the bathroom door. Hoping to pick up anything but other than the water running, he couldn't hear anything. How much long does she intend to shower?

He was growing suspicious now.

Y/N sighs, her steps staggering. She was so hungry. But atleast she escaped the vampires who were very much hogging the bathroom door. If only they knew that the bathroom was connected to the other bedroom.

What a fool Indeed.

She was lucky, she chose that room.

She was totally drenched from head to toe. Not her problem, in haste of escaping, she switched on the shower head. She hates how her gown is sticking to her like a second skin, only making her more conscious.

Peering over, she sighs. Atleast the party was over.

Her Grandpa must have booked the whole palace for a night, which meant she can sleep in any room.

But for now, food it is.

Carefully looking around, she goes near the food section.

Half an hour later, she is humming in delight. The cake was delicious, so was the pasta. She ate two times already. She knows the combination of anger plus hunger is never good. But now that the problem is solved, she can leave. And no way is she going up, lest getting caught by them.

Instead she explores the palace, looking over the walls and the marble flooring.

Feeling sleepy, she went ahead to open one of the rooms close to her.

"My my, aren't you a walking temptation." A familiar voice had her her frozen.

Looking back she sees Thomas, the man whom she met in the party. And to say, he was checking her out had her shudder. What a creep. "Leave, you fucking creep."

At her words, Thomas growled. Forcing her to make a distance. He slammed the door close, locking it securely.

Her heartbeat rose, he was a werewolf. That much she was sure of, looking down at her hand. She cursed. The bracelet wasn't there. Oh now she remembers, she herself got the bracelet out. As it was not matching to her dress. Fuck, she was no witch like her aunt or a werewolf like her uncles. How is she supposed to defend herself?

Fear grips her heart, as her stomach churned. She was seconds away from throwing up.

"My Lady, care to join me," His voice sliced the air like a blade of a shovel, wrapped in brittle ice of autumn. Hearing the sound of footsteps, she looked at the man who has plunged her heart in terror. Even in darkness, his cold stare penetrates her body of flesh and bones.

Backing away, Y/N looks around for some escape.

The bathroom door was far away, she sure as hell won't succeed. But the balcony was just behind her.

Quickly rushing on her mind's orders, she is inches away when Thomas slams her back. Throwing her on the bed with a brute force. "You know, I was waiting for you. Guess, the waiting did help. The reward is exquisite."

He licks his lips, as she trembled. What a sick bastard.

Before she could stand up, Thomas had her arms locked. Pressing his weight to ground her, his other hand touched and squeezed her body. "Ah, bad girl. Escaping will only elongate your punishment."

Her eyes stung, she is gonna be raped.

His hands sneaked inside her gown as she thrashed violently. Pressing her thighs to stop him, "NO, HELP. GRANDPA,"

She screamed but was soon cut off by Thomas who smashed his lips on her. He cupped her vagina, as she cried out. Shaking her head to get him away but nothing seemed to help.

A distant sound of clicking was heard, followed by a sound of bats. She watches on as seven bats enter the room through the balcony. In a second, they were transformed into her soulmates. Namjoon rushes in, pulling back Thomas who was too lost to even care about the surrounding.

"You fucking bastard," Namjoon growls, throwing the man on the ground.

Y/N shivers, watching them beat Thomas black and blue. That bastard was already outnumbered. Their eyes were red, fangs protuding. Jungkook was the one who slammed him against the wall, hands squeezing his throat in a death grip.

All he could see was red. He wants him dead. He wants everyone who hurts his soulmate dead.

In a second, the cracking sound of his windpipe breaking was followed by his painful howl. Fucking mutt.

It was hoseok who approaches her, slowly. As if she was some fragile glass who will break any second.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" He spoke softly, which only made her tear up more.

Painful sobs shook her body, as she hid her face in between her arms. At this, Hoseok's heart broke. His baby. Gently nearing her, he pulled her into his arms. And she didn't protest, instead she latched on it. Hiding her face in his shirt, while she shed tears.

His grip tightens across her, "It's okay, we are here. Your safe."

Jin who couldn't handle her sobs, went close to hoseok. "Darling, he is dead. Can you come towards me, I promise I will take you away from here."

He knew, this room wasn't an ideal place for her to sleep. And the dead body of Thomas was anything but a sight to see.

Slowly, she looks up at him. Nodding when he spoke of taking her away from here. "Daddy,"

He froze. Daddy.

At this, all of them perked up. "Y/N?" It was Taehyung who spoke. Confused at her choice of words.

Y/N frowns, "Daddy, want kissy"

Now even Namjoon had a hard time taking her words in. The women in front of them was different. She spoke like a kid, her voice being the same but her eyes. They looked more innocent, almost naive. The Y/N he knows wouldn't act like this at all.

Jin watches as she made grabby hands towards him, "Daddy, pick."

And he did, taking her in his arms. While her legs wrapped around him. Resting her head across his shoulder, she sniffles. "Cold."

And Jin understood what she meant by cold.

It was midnight. They just got done talking to Chris who explained her condition. Worried to death about his Granddaughter who didn't recognise him at all. Their soulmate was a little, and somehow the earlier incident with Thomas triggered her to go into headspace.

She was brought into their mansion, though they had tough time explaining her as to why they couldn't give her a bath or even change her clothes.

She had almost threw a fit, crying about them not loving her.

Yoongi's heart broke at her cries but they couldn't do what she wants them to do. Instead, a human. Particularly a women gave her a bath and dressed her up.

After bath, she demanded for some ice cream. Which was obviously refused by Jin who didn't want her to catch a fever. She threw tantrum, yet again but failed to accomplish the ice cream.

"Bad daddy, Stoopid." She points an accusing finger at Jin who gasps, hands flying over his heart dramatically.

"Daddy is good, not bad. He is beautiful, not stupid."

Taehyung laughs, enjoying the comedy all along.

All of them were gathered around the living room, looking at their soulmate with a fond look. From the past thirty minutes, she is pestering Jin to give her an ice cream. But no, hyung was stubborn. But sadly, their soulmate was not someone to back down. She stood her ground, trying to coax Jin to give up.

Y/N pouts, crossing her arms. "Want another daddy,"

Jin's eyes widen. "No,"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"YES," She stomps her foot, grinding her teeth in annoyance.

"Baby, he is bad daddy. Come here, I will give you cake." Jimin cooes at her, and that seemed to do the trick.

In an instant Y/N was rushing towards him, crashing straight into his arms. "Yes daddy."

"This is unfair," Jin huffs, as Namjoon laughs at the eldest who dramatically falls on the ground.

Taking this opportunity, Jimin brings her into his room. Switching on the tv, with a random drama. He pats her head, "I am bringing your cake, until then you watch this. Okay baby."

She nods.

Following week was a beautiful dream, one from which Jungkook never wants to come out. Even though Y/N was still a little, she didn't leave any chance to make them happy. Always tailing behind Jin while he went to prepare food. Dressing up in Gucci with taehyung, playing songs with Yoongi. Occasionally singing. Reading princess stories with Namjoon. Watching movies with Jimin and hoseok. And then playing games with him.

They were also now blessed with human tastebuds, which means the food no longer feels like a poison. The first time, they got to know about this was when Y/N dragged Jin to eat with her. And the latter was helpless, but his eyes twinkled when he tasted the cookies. And now Jin was always in kitchen, trying some nor the other recipe.

Even though their main food was blood, but now he was happy to accompany Y/N while eating.

But deep down, he was scared? Someday she would come out of her little space, then what? Will she leave them?

The thought was painful, but he couldn't see her suffer like this too.

"Jungkook, go and wakeup Y/N." Jin calls out from the kitchen.

"Okay," And with that he rushes towards Yoongi's room.

Last night, she was with Yoongi. He knows cause they were present when she was tucked in by Jin. Namjoon reading some bedtime stories while the others joined her in the bed. Cuddling and showering her in kisses.

But what he wasn't expecting was Yoongi to be backed up against the wall.

While a furious Y/N stood across him.

"How dare you bring me here? Where is my Grandpa, tell me."

Jungkook's eyes widens.

She is back.

And she is bad.

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