maybe 3, 16, or 18 on the angst ones??? im in a mood

NOT CANON IN THE KALTON AU

it’s may when dalton breaks up with kevin.

it’s right before their practice of the year when kevin catches dalton’s call.  he stops in the hall on the way to the lounge to answer it.  “hey, what’s up?  i’m about to go change out, but want me to come around after?”

“um, i think, maybe, it’s better if you don’t, kevin.”

and he frowns.  “why, what’s wrong?  are you okay?”

“i just, i’m going through some things right now, and i just think it’s better if i were to do it alone.”

“oh... well, you know i’m always here.  just call me later?”

“kevin...”

kevin’s heart starts beating faster.  “yeah?”

“i don’t just mean alone for a day.”

kevin leans back against the wall.  “what... what do you mean?”  he whispers.

“i mean alone as in, um... without a boyfriend.”

no.  “dalton, whatever it is, i-i’ll do better, i promise.”

dan is the only other person at the stadium yet, and stops in the doorway to the girls locker room when she hears the conversation.  she doesn’t want to pry, but if she’s right, and what’s about to happen really happens then she doesn’t want to leave kevin here alone.

“i’m sorry, kevin-“

“no, hey, please-“

“i-i gotta go.”

“dalton, please!”  but the line is already dead, and kevin doesn’t mean to, but he drops his phone in the process of turning and pressing his forehead against the wall.

he tries holding everything in, but he can feel himself starting to panic, and when dan turns him around with a gentle “it’s okay” he nearly crumples because it’s not okay.  he doesn’t know what’s going on.

dan drives him over to dalton’s apartment, and thank god kevin has a key, but when he gets inside it’s still and quiet.  and the coffee maker is gone and the closet is open and near empty.  the chargers next to the bed are gone and that’s when kevin drops to his knees and presses his hands to the floor because dalton up and left for the summer without warning.

he’s gone, and kevin can’t do anything about it. 

he lets out a sob, followed by heavy breathing and a weight so deep in his chest that he can’t get up.  his hands are shaking over his mouth, and his vision is blurry before he squeezes his eyes shut.

he takes a deep breath, but his exhale is a sob, and he leans forward with his arms around his stomach.

he can’t breathe.

dan comes to find him a few minutes later, and when she tries putting her arms around him he sounds like he’s in pain.  she pulls him upright to lean on her instead.  he clings like his life depends on it, hands clenched in the back of her t-shirt.

when she gets him up enough to get him back to the suite, she makes him promise he’ll be okay before making it to the stadium.  she’s a little bit late for practice, and by the time she gets onto the court neil already started.  it’s supposed to be a captains practice, so she gives him credit for taking over as vice captain.

“where’s kevin?”

“last minute appointment with betsy.”

neil nods.  he knows better than to want to ask.

dan checks the time every ten minutes it feels.  she needs this to be over.

meanwhile, kevin’s lying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling.  a weight back in his chest and tears silently crawling from his eyes.

he just wants to feel numb.

he looks to the kitchen.

kevin drinks.  he drinks so much that he throws up.

he wants to be numb, but it’s not working.  which is why he drinks some more.

wymack comes by at the end of practice and calls dan over after watching everyone shuffle out.  “kevin?”

she hesitates.  “um, dalton broke up with him right before practice, and up and left for the summer before we could get to his place.  he-he was a mess, coach, he could barely function.  probably on the verge of a panic attack.”

and that peeks his attention in a different way that the first thing did, because he curses under his breath and turns.  “you left him alone?  at the tower?”  she nods, and he curses again.  “come on, fast, danielle!”  she doesn’t usually see coach running for no reason, which makes her high tail it to his car.

wymaca rambles a bit on the way there.  “every time i’ve seen that kid have a meltdown without dalton to rely on it was before they were together, and it always ended with alcohol.”  his fingers tapped on the wheel.  “i don’t fucking care if he breaks sobriety so long as he’s not dying of fucking alcohol poisoning right now.  i know him.  i know how much he loves that fucking kid.  he can not be alone right now.”

and dan can’t tell if he’s seething or worried out of his mind, or both.  but either way, she hasn’t seen him like this since neil went missing and kevin told them it probably wasn’t an accident.

womack has keys to all of their suite’s for emergencies, but kevin’s door is open.  andrew and neil were straight on their way to columbia from practice, so he’s the only one there.

wymack bursts in, and kevin’s drunk out of his mind sitting on the floor against the cabinets.  he shakes his head when he sees his father, and stands.  dan doesn’t think he could make it across the room if he tried.

“m’fine, m’fine!” he leans back against the counter.  “s’probably my fault, anyway.”

he reaches for a bottle of vodka on the counter, and when wymack beats him to it he tries grabbing it.  “come on.”

“no-“

“please!  dan, i-“

“no, kevin!”  wymack is holding him back, a hand on his chest and the other around him to try and keep him still as he pushes against wymack.

“just don’t wanna feel!”  kevin cries out.  he goes limp against wymack and starts to crumble.  “hurts so bad, i just- i just wanna be numb from it all.”  his voice is weak, and he sinks to the ground.  he covers an arm around his face.  “please just take it away.”  he begs.  “please, please, help.  i-i can’t, i can’t,” he sobs.  dan drops beside him and pulls his head to her shoulder.  “i love him so much,” he whispers.  “i dunno what to do.”

she casts a pleading look to wymack, because all she knows to do is rub his back and try to shush him to calm down.

“hey, look at me.”  wymack takes kevin’s chin, gently.  dan backs off.  “this is going to suck.  but you’re going to get up tomorrow, and you’re going to call him up and demand an explanation.  i don’t care if you have to fly to his house, dammit, you’ll do it.  because after your mother left there wasn’t a day i didn’t regret not going after her, okay?  cause look what she left me, kevin.”  he raises an eyebrow.  “you.”  he sticks a finger to kevin’s chest.

kevin nods.  “i want him so bad.”

“then you’ll go after him.  whether it works out or not.”

kevin sleeps on wymack’s sofa that night.

and in the morning, he’s woken up by knocking on the door.

kevin’s head is pounding, but he already threw up everything he could last night.

he trudges to the door, but the person behind it makes him take a step back.  he wants to jump forward and hug him, but it hurts him too much to actually want to go through with it.

“what are you doing here,” he whispers.  he crosses his arms.  he probably smells like alcohol and vomit.

dalton looks desperate, and he falters on what he wants to say, so kevin jumps in again.  “can i just… can you just tell me what i did wrong?”  he bites the inside of his cheek.  he knows it’ll be easy getting him emotional what with just waking up.  “i know i’ve got baggage, but just-just tell me why.  cause i just woke up and i’m all torn up and hungover, so i-i just need to know.  please.”

dalton frowns.  “i… you promised you’d stop drinking-“

“and you promised you wouldn’t hurt me!”  kevin’s voice cracks.  “any other lies left to tell me?”  and he takes a deep breath.  “please, dalton, i just need to know why you’d fucking do this to me!”  he messily wipes his eye with the cuff of his sleeve.

“you left without explanation, and-and i… i feel like i’m always going through something, but you’re the reason i’ve come out just fine!  i just wanna be that for you, but instead you thought breaking up would be the better option?  how-how do you think that makes me feel?  to think that my boyfriend doesn’t think i can comfort him?  that he’d rather be a-alone?”  he’s starting to get worked up, and wipes his eyes again.  he takes a deep breathe.

dalton has tears in his eyes.  “i’m sorry,” he whispers.  “i’m so, so, sorry.  that wasn’t… i didn’t mean that.  that’s not what i think, i didn’t mean to leave you thinking that.  and,” he looks away for a second.  “can i just explain?  from the beginning?  i-i want you, i don’t wanna ruin this, and i hope i haven’t already.”

you haven’t.  i just want you.

but kevin lets him in.  he doesn’t sit, but he at least lets him inside and closes the door.  he’s sure his father is hiding out in his office or bedroom.  he’s a light sleeper, and they weren’t exactly being quiet.

dalton starts.  “um, my grandmother died yesterday morning, and my grandfather was admitted to the hospital almost right after, and-and my family doesn’t know why,” he says.  “and i was a mess, but i knew you had practice- i would’ve gone home right away regardless, but i-i didn’t wanna put all my family problems on you, cause you’ve already got enough.  but, i, um, i was almost to maryland and i wanted- i knew i had to turn around, cause i was a fucking asshole, but it was already late and i probably would’ve fallen asleep at the wheel, so i stopped home to sleep for a few hours and now…”  he meets kevin’s eyes again.

“i just can’t lose you, and i was stupid and a dick, and you don’t deserve to be treated like this.  kevin please, i’m… i’m so sorry.”  kevin notices how dalton holds back on reaching out to him.  “is there any way i can fix it?”

kevin looks to the side, arms crossed.  “you’ve probably dealt with so much fucked shit with me and my family,” my foxes, “family problems don’t scare me, d. i love you so much that i sat on my knees in your apartment having a panic attack… i… i don’t wanna do the whole thing where i take a few days away from you,” he says.  “i can be there for you like you’ve done for me, i swear, but you just, like, you have to talk to me. cause i can’t do that again.  so many things went through my head that i can’t go through again.  i-i can’t be left so broken that it makes me wanna be numb enough to drink.”

this time, he lets dalton wipe a tear under his eye.  he speaks quiet.  “i’m humiliated by that.  i never want to break my sobriety again.”

dalton nods.  “i’m so sorry i broke my promise.”

“mine too.”

“no.”  he shakes his head.  “that’s different.  and i should’ve talked to you, told you why i did what i did, even if it was stupid.”

kevin nods.  “can you hold me?” he whispers.

dalton doesn’t waste time, and wraps his arms around kevin, who sinks into his embrace.  “i’ll make you a new promise.  one i can keep.”  dalton speaks into kevin’s hair.  “i promise to communicate better and talk to you, no matter what.”

kevin slides his arms around dalton’s neck.  “i promise i’ll call someone if i ever get the urge to drink alone again.”  and then, “i’m sorry about your grandmother.”  he knows which one it is, too, because his grandmother on his mother’s side passed when dalton was a child.  this one kevin met a few months back, even.

he pulls back, and cups dalton’s face.  “i’m here for you, okay?”

dalton nods, and he tilts his head into kevin’s hand.  “i don’t think it’ll hit me for a while.  the funeral is in three days.”  he pauses.  “you don’t have to, but-“

“i’ll be there with you.”

dalton cups his hand around kevin’s on his face and brings his knuckles to his lips.  “i’ll make all of this up to you.”  kevin kisses his forehead.  “i love you,” dalton whispers.

i’m now realizing i forgot to include angst #16 aka “you’ve changed” but it’s probably better for my own sanity that i didn't bc that one just makes me think of “they break up and run into each other months/years later” which i can NOT do to my boys LOL

kieran imagines because this perfectly sums up how i'm feeling (thanks, neurodivergence.) and i just need a hug, honestly.

tw for depression and anxiety description

it's one of those weird days outside, where the sun is barely peeking through clouds that you're absolutely positive are going to bring rain.

you just wish it would hurry up and rain. maybe the calm from the soft hiss of rain on the trees and pavement would make you feel better about feeling like shit today.

you look at your legs, one out of the blanket, the other unmoving. you stare hard, laser focused as if that would make them move, but it won't. you know it won't. it's one of those days.

those days where you want to be productive but you just can't. you can't even bring yourself to get up and brush your teeth or drink water. you feel awful about it; you feel like maybe if you tried harder, you wouldn't be like this.

that only makes the sinking feeling in your chest worse. you bury deeper into your blankets and hope to fall asleep; numb the feeling for a little while to save the self-loathing for later.

and it works, for just a little while. you wake up a few hours later to a myriad of texts from your boyfriend, keigo.

birdbrain<3: hey kid, look

birdbrain<3: [photo attached]

birdbrain<3: i found a nest! there's babies in here and it doesn't seem like they know how to fly yet so i may or may not have helped them out

birdbrain<3: patrol was boring, clearly :/

birdbrain<3: you do anything interesting today ? i know its your day off

birdbrain<3: wait you're probably busy im sorry i love youuuuu

"yeah. busy." you scoff. you're too empty, too mad at yourself to even smile at the goofy messages, much less reply and ask what exactly "helping out" meant.

you momentarily forget about read receipts, because just as you move to lock your phone, keigo's texting you again.

birdbrain<3: u saw it, hi how are u

birdbrain<3: but there's no answer....

birdbrain<3: u ignoring me....

birdbrain<3: HEY AM I BEING IGNORED

okay fine, that gets you laughing. you type back a quick emoji, and the messages keep coming.

birdbrain<3: wait just an emoji?

birdbrain<3: kid, are you doing okay?

me: im fine

birdbrain<3: that's bullshit i can smell it with my bird nose

me: i dont think birds have really good noses

birdbrain<3: asshole

birdbrain<3: i'm coming over, don't move.

you're not sure if you want to see him, but he's there in 45 minutes anyways, knocking at the door to your apartment.

you can't find your voice, so you don't even yell out that the door is open. he has a key, he can figure it out.

keigo arrives in your room to see you almost hidden by your blankets. you don't look at him, but you can hear the empathy in his voice when he says your name. "rough day?" he asks quietly.

you hum. "something like that. i hate myself more than usual today."

keigo sits next to you, patting your hair gently. "you know how i feel about you saying that." he then rests his hand on your cheek, and you feel a knot start to build in your chest. "dove.."

"please don't. i know, i look pathetic like this--"

keigo cuts you off with a sharp shake of his head. "don't. you don't have to say anything to explain how you feel today. not up to it? that's okay. there's always tomorrow."

"but what if i can't do anything tomorrow?"

you sniffle, not realizing that you've begun to cry. you feel your stomach churn with your thoughts. you have so many responsibilities, so much you could be doing, and yet you just can't fucking move; your body won't let you.

keigo lays down next to you, pulling you close. you hug him back, sighing shakily. "that's okay, too. you need a break, and that's fine. i'll be here for when you do decide to go about things, okay?"

you still don't feel much better, but maybe you will after another nap. keigo's warmth is nice, and he's right. maybe you just need time and he promised to be here for when you're ready to be up and about. so you shut your eyes and the rain begins to fall, finally.

Regret pt.4 (final)

Part one 🍓 part two 🍓 part three 🍓 part four 🍓

Warning(s): smut  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

A/n: omfg finally im posting this, I couldn’t upload this from my phone so I gave up and used my laptot, guys the editing is bad cuz idk how this aMaZing app works on pc. Anyway this is the last part!!! I hope you like it omg. Now I’ll be waiting for you requests!!! I write about anyone, don’t be scared and just request  uwu.

You wake up at the feeling of the sun warming your face and check the time "oh shit it's already 11pm" you get up quickly and go take a shower. You do your morning routine and prepare breakfast. "morning" your best friend Mina says walking with her eyes half open "morning lazyass" you chuckle and tell her the breakfast is ready.

You decided to put on some music from the speakers while you eat and chat. After a couple songs NCT DREAM's Ridin starts playing and you stop eating, looking emotionless at your food, flashbacks filling your head. Your friend quickly changes the song feeling guilty for not checking the playlist before putting it on play. You look at her giving her a faint smile "their new album is pretty good.." she looks at you not knowing what to say. "should I agree or change the topic" she thinks to herself looking at you confused , "Mina!" you startle her and chuckle "your food is getting cold, eat! I didn't cook it to be thrown away" you say and she nods and continues eating.

It's been almost 2 months since what happened. You both never talked after that night. After crying your eyes out everyday and night for a whole 3 weeks, you decided to get out of the sorrow you're in and get a hold of your life especially when your comeback was very near, you thought that working hard and for yourself and your members and fans was more important and so you continued on living trying to not think about the whole incident, which was obviously pretty hard. You missed each other so much but you both were too hurt, you were afraid that staying together will hurt more than letting go of each other. Your band had a comeback last month and you're more than thankful that you both didn’t have a comeback at the same time, otherwise you would've had to promote together. You congratulated the nct members for their comeback , except of course Haechan. You're still in contact with the members, and they believe that there was a misunderstanding between you two so they also were trying their best to talk to Haechan about it whenever they get the time. After that incident Mino apologised to you and promised you to make things right. Well you also feel guilty about it so you forgave him, not wanting to lose such an important person again. -meanwhile- The dreamies are all sitting in the dressing room watching their comeback performance. "yo hyuck did you make your mind?" Jaemin whispers to Haechan but of course the other members heard him and switched their attention on Haechan who's now looking at his bubble tea thinking deeply. He sighs "I don't know..." "c'mon man they did wrong but you know damn well y/n was completely not in her right mind!" Chenle says "that's right, and you know how easily y/n gets drunk and how clumsy she could be" Renjun adds and the others nod. One month ago Mino finally had the chance to meet Haechan after getting rejected numerous times, and he finally explained everything to him, from the beginning till the very end and took the blame for starting it. "I know y/n didn't understand what she was saying nor doing and i knew she didn't mean anything of it but i was just.... I just really missed her. I know that was very selfish of me but it's not her fault! I was wrong, i made a mistake, please don't hurt y/n more, she's already broken i can't see her like that" Mino says in one go afraid he'd get interrupted again and ending up in another misunderstanding. After that, Haechan had been thinking about it and he decided to forgive you, after all he loved you more than himself, you were his everything. But he was afraid he hurt you too much, not forgetting how you once told him "when someone hurts me... I usually automatically start building hate towards them so my good feelings end towards them and I can live without being or getting hurt anymore, that how my escape or fight-mode works" you told him after getting out of your toxic relationship. Haechan just couldn't stop thinking about that and kept getting more scared everyday thinking that your hate towards him is growing more and more everyday. ----------- "you look gorgeous" you stylist looks at you mouth open. You had a yellow crop top that showed your shoulders and black mini pencil skirt, with yellow and black thigh high boots. You looked gorgeous, everyone looked at you in awe, especially when it was your first time wearing yellow in such an event. You're on an award show, where basically all the artists are attending and especially the band where's also your boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend. "wait let me put this necklace, it suits your outfit very well" your stylist says going behind you, you look in the mirror and see her putting on the sunflower necklace Haechan gave you on your first date after getting officially together, long time ago. You hold the necklace and hesitate "what's wrong? You don't like it??" your stylist says and you shake your head "oh no.. Bu- nothing it's pretty" you smile and she nods putting it on around your exposed neck. Your members look at you in awe "y/n you look- wow you're really gonna be the prettiest in this event" "i know rightt! Ugh I'm jealous" your members whine and you chuckle. You were the last band to enter the hall and everyone stood up bowing to you and you doing the same to them. Your table was near NCT's and you feel yourself getting nervous. You sit down and start chatting with redvelvet members who were sitting with your band in the same table. You feel someone's gaze on you and automatically turn your gaze to meet his, Haechan's. As soon as he realises you're looking at him he looks away and you do the same. He was looking extremely handsome that night, "a whole snack" you thought to yourself. It's been already 45 min in the event and you just can't hold it in anymore. You and Haechan keep gazing at each other, until you both finally hold eye contact that lasts 5 seconds. You look away and sigh getting up and walking past NCT's table towards the backstage. Haechan's eyes follow you and see where you're going. You go backstage and walk till you reach the cafeteria that's made for idols. You buy a water bottle and drink it. Suddenly you feel someone grabbing your wrist and pulling you to the nearest empty dark room. As soon as the door closes you're pinned on it. Thanking god for the open window where the moon's light is shining through, you could see who it was. The one and only, the boy who owns your heart and your soul, the one who completely owns you; Lee Donghyuck. His face is so close to yours as you can feel his breath on your lips, he looks at your mouth and back at your eyes, then he scans your face, the face he's been missing for the past 2 months; 60 days; 1440 hours. Without words he leans in slowly, making sure to give you the time to react and stop him before he does what he's about to do, but you don't do anything, instead you grab him by his collar and pull him in for a kiss. A kiss full of emotions, sadness, hatred, happiness. Soon the slow kiss turns into a heated hungry make out, you both pull away panting and holding an eye contact. "I fucking missed you" he says leaning his forehead onto yours. "i missed you too, hyuck, so much" you say closing your eyes, you soon feel his lips back onto yours and you start another make out session wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling his hair. He moans in the kiss, damn he missed you, everything about you. Your smell, your taste, your voice, your smile, your moves, everything. Haechan's hands move from your waist to your ass, giving is a small squeeze as his hands then slide down to your thighs to pull you up. You jump and wrap your legs around his waist not breaking the kiss. Haechan places you on the nearest table and lets you sit on it, he moves from your mouth to kiss your jawline down to your neck and collarbones till he reaches your necklace. His eyes glows as he chuckles and kisses your necklace and your chest area around the necklace. He leans back and looks at you "you're gorgeous" he pulls you into another kiss but now you can feel his apologies in it, his regrets and his sorrow. You feel as tears stream down your face he pulls back and holds your cheek wiping your tears "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he says now tears streaming down his cheeks too. You hold his cheeks "Sorry Donghyuck, forgive me I was so stupi-" he interrupts you "shhhh i can't stay mad at my baby for a long time you know" he chuckles and gives you one last kiss before kissing down your chest, pulling down your top, showing your breasts and he wastes no time to attack them, sucking on them as if his life depends on it. You let out a whimper and hold pull on his hair, letting your head fall back and arching your back. His hands go down to your boots and zips them off, massaging your bare legs, not letting go of your nipples. You feel your nipples getting numb and moan loud trying to pull your chest out of Haechan's mouth and he pulls away kissing down your clothed stomach reaching your sensitive clothed clit. He pulls your legs putting them on his shoulders pulling your skirt up and taking your pants off, attacking your sensitive nerves immediately and you let out a moan putting your hand on your mouth right after. Haechan groans knowing he won't be able to hear you moan since people could be anywhere out there. He eats you out, giving you full satisfaction as you arch your back and hold his head pushing him deeper "ah fuck hyuck! I'm-im close" your back is about to break arching trying to reach your long waited climax. Just about when you reach it, Haechan pulls away and you whine at the cold feeling. Haechan looks at you smirking zipping his pants off and freeing his thick dick, you bite your lips as soon as your eyes lay on his thick member, feeling the saliva in your mouth you just want to get on your knees right now and give him the best suck but his chuckle wakes you up from your dreamland, "already feeling hungry baby?" he says. "I want to suck you" you say straightforwardly and he nods "I'll remember that and make sure you keep your promise" he says and slams into you. "Ah!" you let out a loud moan "fuck you're big" you say panting and he chuckles "it's not like it's your first time having me inside you" he kisses you jaw waiting for you to adjust but you start immediately moving your hips "needy aren't we" he smirks "just move- fuck!" he interrupts you with a harsh thrust, another and another until he's thrusting at a fast rhythmical pace. You try to keep you moans in, he pulls you closer and you put your legs around his hips, making him go deeper and hit that perfect spot making you a moaning mess "fuck it" you think and let go of your mouth hugging Haechan biting his shoulder and moaning. Haechan on the other side keeps groaning in your ear as he bites and sucks on your sensitive neck, leaving red and purple marks that will definitely cause you troubles with your stylist. "fuck babygirl you're so tight" he whispers growling sending goosebumps down your spine "only for you daddy" you say feeling yourself getting closer to your lost climax and arch your back "ah fuck im close!" you moan and his thrusts get faster if that's even possible "fuck me too baby let's do it at the same time" he kisses you swallowing each other's moans as you reach your climax and soon you feel his hot cum filling you up. You ride your orgasms and lean your foreheads on eachother's. "I love you y/n" "I love you Hyuck" you smile at each other still panting feeling him getting softer in you. "Okay are you done now? Get out it's our time to perform" you hear a knock and Jaemin's voice, and dreamies' chuckles.

"they'll never stop teasing us" hyuck says and you laugh putting your clothes on and getting out of the room hand in hand, face red. You see the dreamies smirking at you both and shaking their heads. "you hornyass nasties!" Jisung yells in disgust and they chuckle.

"Y/N!!!!!!! WHAT'S ON YOUR NECK" you hear your stylist yell and you swear under your breath. Well you both got in trouble in that event but you didn't forget your promise later that night ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

bury a friend

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Note: Getting shit done this week 😌 this was suppose to be the last part but it’s not ??? Psych. Anyways took me forever but I hope u guys enjoy 🖤

Pairing: Yandere!Taehyung/Reader, Jungkook/Reader

Plot: Taehyung was always different. Ever since you were kids he had always been different. Constantly in and out of the psych ward but that never stopped you from liking him when you were little. He was like the brother you never had. Unfortunately after moving in together your life turns into a nightmare that you can’t wake up from.

Word count: 4546

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“What a freak!” The words were spat out by the loud laughing boys as they huddled around the younger grade boy. Shoving him down to the ground as he grunted, Taehyung was ready to stand up and simply ignore them, it’s all he could do right?

The wind was knocked out of him as a kick swiftly came to his stomach and another wheezing from the other kindergarten boys. He expected the next one to come just as ruthlessly as the last but it never came as he heard a shrilled shout, “Don’t be so mean!”

The other boys turned around like deer in headlights before slowly dispersing away from him. Confused Taehyung looked up from his mop of hair to see a girl roughly the same age, stomping her foot in her white dress as she glowered at them, a dab of dirt smudged across her nose and scraps on her knees from playing, “Go away L/n he’s just a freak,” The pack leader replied scoffing, glaring down at the him harshly. She only stomped her foot again before chucking the baseball she held in her hand at the boy, “I don’t care! Get away from him!”

The boys, quickly cowered from the hotheaded girl as they ran away, making her huff as she crossed her arms before letting her look melt away. She quickly ran up to Taehyung, concern written in her doe eyes as she asked, “Are you okay?”

It was the first time in his young life, anyone had ever asked that, his lips had parted and his eyes shone brightly as if an angel had descended from heaven its self and graced him with her presence. Bashfully Taehyung looked away as he nodded, “I’m fine...you didn’t have to do that, nobody likes me anyways...”

She only frowned for a second, looking away before grinning again, holding her hands down towards him in offerance to help him up, “Well...I think you’re pretty okay, we can be friends if you’d like! Im L/n Y/n!”

It was the first time Taehyung could recall anyone ever being so kind to him, it was the only time anyone had ever been kind to him. Sure people had come along later in middle school, but they were always fake and backstabbers. And anyone in high school always had ulterior motives or they simply wanted to be with him for his looks.

There was no pure person in this world outside of his precious Y/n, you were, in a way, his hope the world wasn’t all terrible, his life line. He couldn’t let you go. No not when you were the only thing holding him together. It didn’t matter if you didn’t want to be with him it wasn’t your choice to decide. In fact it absolutely crushed him, how could you be so selfish? You were perfect, you couldn’t be selfish to get rid of him, to no longer want to be with him.

Staring down at your passed out figure as he mused all these things, leaning down to stroke your cold cheek lovingly. You could push and scream but no one could hear you down here. You could deny it all you wanted but you loved him, you had too. Because angels loved everyone. His temper flared briefly for a moment, nobody should ever be allowed to feel your warmth or kindness besides himself. They didn’t deserve it.

Especially that sniveling Jeon, just the memory of how he held you at the damnable party made a hot flash of anger take over. Taehyung would make him regret ever being born, putting his filthy hands on his angel, his world. Swallowing thickly he stood up, glancing down at you one last time before he turned around, stepping up the old creaking stairs of the basement to let his little angel rest while he decided to do something about that police dog that would eventually come sniffing around.

-

Attention: young girl of 21 has been reported missing over 3 weeks ago L/n Y/n, roughly y/h with h/c and e/c last seen on campus grounds-

The TV suddenly turned off in the break room as Jungkook gripped the remote tightly with white knuckles, unable to stomach the broadcast report again. Where could he have taken you? His CO only groaned as he sighed, “Calm down Jungkook, we’re going to find her.” Yoongi shrugged, running a hand through his hair as he filed through the paper work, briefing himself but not quite paying as close attention as he knew he should’ve.

“It’s been 3 weeks,” Jungkook finally released the remote as he grunted unamused, not liking the idea at all of sitting around waiting for evidence to show up when you could be out there potentially being tortured if not killed already, “And there’s been no progress on the case.” At this rate they were going to close the case as cold and simply write you off as missing presumed dead. The thought made his stomach churn sickingly as Jungkook gritted his teeth, “If we could just get into her apartment-“

“Jungkook,” his CO Yoongi sighed once more, dropping the papers he held onto the table, finally resigning that he wouldn’t make any progress with the younger kid around, “We can’t do that without a warrant and with everything else going on I severely doubt the judge will pass it.”

Sighing his shoulders dropped before shaking his head, Yoongi was right but it’s not as though it made him feel any better. Ever since your disappearance kidnapping and homicide rates had spiked leaving the police department sparse on resources and while Jungkook assumed they were connected his CO wasn’t as superstitious.

A hand suddenly smacked Jungkook’s back heartily and a can slammed against the table he stood at, “Cheer up Kook last I heard up at the main station they spotted a black ‘89 Ford Mustang about a half an hour ago.” Jimin stood beside his friend, watching his eyes sink to the energy drink before shooting up in surprise to look at him, “The licenses plate matched?”

This was where Jimin’s face dropped slightly, having never been good at concealing his emotions Jungkook sighed again as Jimin gave a sympathetic smile, “They’re trying to get a fix on the plates from the camera feed off of the area they spotted it in but I was leaving when they first started working on it. We’ll probably hear from them in a few hours if they find anything.”

It was already nearing nine at night but Jungkook hadn’t been sleeping regardless, it would be another late night whether it was spent in station or at home. Pressing his lips together he looked at the clock over head as the idea popped into his mind, it was a bad one of course.

But thankfully his best friend was always up for a shitty late night decisions, “Well I’m going to clock out and try to get some rest. I’ll see you both later.” Jungkook replied coolly. Making his CO curve an eyebrow watching him carefully as Yoongi replied, “Oh? Well good, get some rest kid you’ll need it.”

Jungkook had already began to walk out of the break room as Yoongi called out, “And Jeon, stay out of trouble.”

Jungkook only threw him a nod that Yoongi knew all too well was a dismissive one, and whatever he had in mind was simply going to do anyways. Jimin being the curious cat he was quickly said his goodbyes to their superior before slinking away to find his friend. Catching up to Jungkook who was on his way out to his car Jimin huffed as he asked, “What are we doing?”

“Getting changed first of all,” Jungkook flicked his friends forehead as he whined rubbing the spot, “Meet me at my house in an hour okay? We have a lot of work to do.”

Sighing Jimin shrugged before nodding, figuring he’d get the run down when he arrived later that night. Now all that was left to do was get takeout and change into civilian wear.

-

Cold hands, cold heart. Bruised knee’s and empty eyes. Blood crusted finger nails, stringy hair and blurry vision. The list of your ragged appearance could go on for more then an hour if you had any strength left to think. Pressing your chapped lips together you rolled onto your back, the wet concrete uncomfortable against your skin.

A violent shiver was sent up your spine, making you curl against yourself again as you closed your eyes. Hoping tears would fall and yet none came. You had become numb to any sensation there was left too feel. All you could do was simply breath, even thinking had become to much for you to bear. Eventually the basement door opened with a loud scrap letting you know it was time. Another day with the devil.

His footsteps were heavy making them echo off the walls that accompanied a splash from the floor. Your breathe hitched and your movement stilled, maybe if he thought you were dead he’d finally let you rest. It was only wishful thinking though as Taehyung hauled you up, scooping you into his arms as if you were delicate porcelain. Which you rightfully were, your body was sore, bruised and bartered. He brought you upstairs to the unfamiliar apartment.

The black and white tiling for the kitchen appeared beyond dated and the wallpaper was crumbled and peeling off the corners of the walls. Your vision was spotted though and you couldn’t focus on any of the details for much longer. Your conscious had begun going in and out. One moment you were in the kitchen. The next you were in a bathroom with Taehyung undressing you.

You almost briefly remember the warmth of water touching your skin but you weren’t really sure anymore. The next moment you were fully conscious you were against something soft and under atleast four layers of blankets. Had it all just been a bad dream?

Attempting to stretch you were stopped in your tracks at the all too familiar arms that coiled tightly around you. Taehyung’s nose was buried in your neck and his arms tightly wrapped around your waist, squeezing occasionally as you noted he seemed to be whimpering in his sleep. Your body felt tense and slowly, almost cautiously you turned around to face him.

Hesitantly you lifted a hand, stopping for a moment as it hovered over his cheekbone before gently stroked his face, his muscles clenched before relaxing as he took a deep breath in.

His whining had ceased and he relaxed fully as his breathes began to even. Taehyung looked oddly innocent in that moment, his chestnut locks fallen just above his eyebrows and his square jaw looked soft as his lips parted slightly.

He didn’t look like a murder, or a psychopath. He just looked like Taehyung. The beating of your heart would’ve alarmed any other person but he hadn’t killed you yet, and he had killed many. Your face was becoming red and you knew it wasn’t right but he bathed and fed you. This wasn’t love, it couldn’t be, could it?

But his arms made you feel so safe, but they were the same ones that had maimed you on many occasions. But you had rightfully deserved it, right? When you tried to escape, or the time you had put arsenic in his dinner, you had deserved it every time.

As long as you were a good girl, he wouldn’t hurt you. Convincing yourself that was the truth you let your body relax before inevitably hugging closer to him, burying yourself into his body as you let sleep over take you once more.

The next time you woke up it was the morning, stretching out before curling back up against the warmth of another body as you sighed contently. A large hand began to stroke down your back as a raspy morning voice met your ears, “Morning sweetheart, sleep well?”

You shifted again, wrapping your arms all the way around him, afraid to speak, not trusting your voice as it always seemed to get you in trouble. You simply nodded, keeping your eyes shut as he gave a hum, satisfied with your answer. Curiously you peeped your eyes open, you were laying on top of him, both of his arms looped around you and his gaze was focused ahead.

After a moment you realized he must’ve been on his phone, Taehyung’s gaze after another second flickered down towards you as a coy smirk pulled on his lips, “You’ve been such a good girl baby,” without realizing it a shy grin took place on your lips as you felt another stroke from his hand, burying your face into the crook of his neck as he hummed, “Wanna go downstairs for breakfast?”

Your head popped up again, with parted lips and a low growl of your stomach, he was gonna let you have breakfast with him? Excitedly you nodded again as he laughed. Pinching your cheeks before ruffling your hair, “You’re so damn cute, you know that?” Taehyung practically cooed out before sitting up as you got off him, “Come on, let’s make something to eat.”

Eagerly you followed behind him, noticing you had been put in one of his shirts, oversized by nature which made the material reach the mid of your thighs. Regardless you were hungry and weren’t going to pitch a fit when you could be eating. You hadn’t been allowed in the kitchen since the arsenic incident but you were glad he had moved past it because you had as well. Taehyung had made you sit on the counter while he made pancakes, a twinge stabbed in you saying he still didn’t trust you. Why did it upset you so much?

You hadn’t realized how much your fingers twitched until Taehyung had grabbed them, evaluating your expression, eyes darkened as he asked, “What’s wrong?”

Your lips quivered looking away for a second, debating on telling him for a moment. What if he got upset? No you couldn’t risk that, shaking your head you finally spoke, “N-nothing. When will breakfast be done?” You peered over his shoulder at the skillet where pancakes had laid half cooked and near ready to be flipped. Taehyung looked at you for a moment, knowing well he didn’t buy your answer but said nothing about the topic before offering a smile, ruffling your hair, “In a few babe, wanna start frying up the bacon for me?”

Your eyes lit up as you nodded rapidly, quickly hopping off the counter as he chuckled at your eagerness. You made your way over as Taehyung followed behind getting the pan out for you. It had been a suspiciously pleasant morning as you ate together.

Taehyung had filled the silence with rambling about this and that as you listened, but never chipping in or contributing. Not out of disinterested but more so out or not wanting to anger him if you said something wrong. Eventually he had let you both go to the living room to put on a movie.

When was the last time you had even seen a TV? Laying down on top of him you let out a yawn as you snuggled back down against his neck, his arms wrapped around you as his fingers massaged into your hair. Letting your eyes fall asleep you sighed contently, it seemed after a long hellish time things were finally going back to normal.

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| 9 hours previously |

Jimin wiggled in his seat, his fingers fumbling with his chopsticks in attempt to get the noodles up from the styrofoam takeout box as he pressed his lips together, focused on his meal but still asking, “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Gripping the stirring wheel Jungkook pressed his lips together, looking towards his friend for a moment before back towards the road. This wasn’t a good idea, but that was the purpose of bringing Jimin along, because even if it wasn’t Jimin loved bad ideas.

And even if it wasn’t a good idea you needed help that wasn’t going to be provided by the police force which meant he’d have to take matters into his own hands to insure you were safe, “Would we be here if it was?”

Jimin puckered his lips wistfully for a moment while chewing, swallowing as he gave a hum shrugging, “Good point.”

Technically this would be breaking and entering but neither of them were in uniform and this was out of good intention so they wouldn’t be charged with more then a warning. That was if they got caught anyways. And the likelihood of that happening wasn’t very high.

Parking the car Jungkook had grabbed his styrofoam box, eating what was left of his takeout before stepping out of the car with Jimin behind him not too long after. They trailed through the apartment numbers as Jimin looked around, scratching his head as he asked, “Not to make you out like a creep but how do you know where she lives?”

“One of Seokjin’s friends is her best friend, when I mentioned wanting to stop by for evidence he gave me her address before I could even ask.” Jungkook explained as he stopped at the apt number. This was it. Pausing for a minute Jungkook store down the number before reaching up to knock.

Hearing a scoff he turned to look at Jimin who rose a judging brow, “Dude we’re getting ready to dine and dash this place why the hell are you knocking?”

“First of all,” Jungkook paused, licking his lips as though restraining his disgust before turning to his friend, “Never use analogies out of context again. Two it would be real fuckin’ awkward if we met our coworkers again because they’re in there and called the police.”

Knocking once more as if to make a point they both stayed silent for a moment before exchanging looks again, “So anyways, if this bitch is doing some human centipede shit to her do you really think he’s gonna answer the door?” Jimin spoke up looking bored, “I mean for all we know they might be yeeting themselves out a window right- OW!”

Jimin harshly rubbed the spot on his arm Jungkook had previously punched, sparing no mercy in his attack as he shot him an ungrateful look. After another second of silence he pulled out the lockpick kneeling down. There a loud clack causing Jungkook to jumpe before whipping around with a menacing glare, “Are you seriously fucking playing flappy bird right now?”

“What?” Jimin whined out looking up from his phone, his volume at the highest it could go, and it was was honestly a miracle the neighbors from the other apartments hadn’t gone to investigate the commotion, “Don’t look at me like that! It’s the original game, this phones worth like 5k because of it, don’t disrespect the flex.”

Gritting his teeth Jungkook inhaled sharply as he turned back to focus on his work while his useless mogul of a friend continued to play on his phone.

Opening the door he flicked Jimin’s forehead, “Come on let’s get inside before someone see’s us.” Nodding Jimin put his phone away as he turned on the flashlight he had been holding. Stepping inside the dark vacant looking apartment. Everything was pristine but dusty, nobody had been here for days, if not weeks.

Pressing his lips together Jungkook flashed his light around the living room, his eyes scanning over anything that could be a clue until he noticed the laptop that laid on the couch side. Weaving his way over he signaled Jimin to do a sweep over the apartment. Nodding Jimin disappeared down the hallway as Jungkook tapped on the mousepad. The laptop was on ten percent but unlocked without a password.

No signal? Furrowing his eyebrows he opened up his phone noticing there was a WiFi connection for the whole building, was your apartment offline? Why? Biting his lip he attempted to connect to the internet only for a diagnostic message to pop up saying the connection was offline. Just as he suspected. The only answer could be your room mate, just the idea of that shell of a person locking you away from anyone made Jungkook’s blood boil. You of all people would never deserve that kind of treatment. He began to file through your documents, most of them were unfinished essays or thesis’s. But there had to be something here, right?

It made sense though, remembering your last comment the day before you saw you at the party, to not text you.

If the suspect, Kim Taehyung was anything like Jungkook imagined he wouldn’t of been surprised to know he was heavily monitoring all of your devices. This included, thus meaning anything vital to finding you wouldn’t be on here. Sighing he closed the laptop as he heard footsteps.

Looking up towards Jimin who had returned from the hallway, “Cleared, this place must’ve been ghosted weeks ago, powers off and water isn’t running either, lots of dust in the rooms too. Found some pretty interesting shit in the guys room though you might wanna check out.”

With piqued curiosity Jungkook stood up as Jimin lead him back down the hall all the way to the end room, “It was locked when I got here but after a few a few tries I got it open.” Pushing the door open it revealed a particularly plain room. Gray walls with a single window that hadn’t been cleaned in longer then months. Jungkook wasn’t sure what he had expected but the room felt so...lifeless. It was the only way to adequately explain it. Everything was minimal and there was only one book shelf with various items on it next to a dresser. The bed was a twin and nothing else remained in the bedroom. Jungkook’s gaze though stayed on the laptop that sat in the bottom shelf of the book holder as he rose his brows, “Hey Jimin, when was the last time you hacked something?” Walking over he pulled the laptop out as he dusted it off.

Jimin furrowed a brow confused before shrugging, “I don’t know, highschool? Not since that time you convinced me to hack into the intercom to stream Cupcakke and thought it was actually a good idea. I’ve sworn it off ever since.”

“Jimin I was four shots of vodka in when I suggested that, you really can’t blame me,” Jungkook curved an eyebrow as he signaled him over, “Besides you only got suspended for a month.”

Jimin had sat down next to him, taking the laptop into his lap as he cried out almost offended, “A whole month which I got my ass beat repetitively, my mom was fucking livid Jungkook!”

Jungkook puckered his lips before snickering as he replied, “Yeah but that was because not only did you skip school when you did it, but you were also caught in the back drunk.”

“Because you fucking ditched me you jerk!” Jimin snapped back, still sore over the subject as he gave the screenlock a go only to be stopped by the fatal incorrect password system. And that’s when he launched into pulling up the script. Letting him go to work Jungkook said no more, knowing if he did he’d make his friend bail out of unresolved childhood anger.

But whether Jimin was being honest in saying he swore of hacking was true or not he still had his charm as he successfully overwrote the screen lock, “Now sit back and let me see what I can dig up.” Jimin said, a cocky smirk on his lips as he continued to type, pulling up various screens as he began to scan through Taehyung’s emails and documents.

Anxiously a pit began to form in Jungkook’s stomach, this had to give them some sort of clue right? If they weren’t here where could they be? After a few minutes Jimin sighed exasperatedly, running a hand through his hair as he gave his friend an apologetic look, “As far as I’m seeing I don’t know if he has anything on here Kook, I still have a few resources to look through but he where ever he took Y/n...he was thorough in making sure to not leave anything behind.”

Jungkook gritted his teeth as he clenched his fist, exhaling sharply as he looked down towards the ground. Where could they be? If this was a bust Jungkook wouldn’t be able to do anything but wait for the main station to give an update about the licenses plate they had gotten from the mustang. Sighing almost defeatedly he let his hands relax again as he peered beside Jimin at the screen.

Who was variously clipping through the few photos Taehyung had saved in his pictures file. They were mostly of him and Y/n, posing in selfies looking silly. It made Jungkook indefinitely angry again, who the fuck could do this to you? His anger suddenly dissipated as Jimin clipped past another photo, “Wait! Go back!”

Confused Jimin glanced at him as he clicked back a photo, stopping on a precarious one. Taehyung was standing outside an unfamiliar house, it looked fairly dated and he looked like he was still in grade school, posing next to an unfamiliar woman who must’ve been his mom.

“If they aren’t here,” Jungkook licked his lips, stopping for a second, it was a long shot but he was desperate, he was absolutely desperate to find you, remembering your tear stained face as you been ripped away from him and dragged away, “What if they went where he is in that photo? I pulled out his file from the station. His parents are dead Jimin. But what if the house is still in his name?”

“You mean like he inherited it?” Jimin asked furrowing his brow as he glanced back at the photo, “Would make sense, it looks fairly old and judging from the photo there isn’t any neighboring buildings near by.”

Feeling a light of hope stream through his chest Jungkook nodded, thinking for a moment before he asked the question that hung in the air, “Do you think you can get a fix on the location?”

Jimin let out a laugh as he scoffed, curving an eyebrow as he replied, “Kook that’s practically child’s play, I can get it in less then a half hour...Actually now that I think about it, his phone is probably synced up to his laptop, and if not directly then on some sort of social media platform right? It’d be a bit more complicated if that was the case but if his phone is synced I can use it as a tracker to get his exact location.”

Nodding Jungkook swallowed thickly, running a hand through his hair as he stood up letting Jimin get to work as he walked towards the musty window.

“Don’t worry Y/n, I’m keeping my promise.” Murmuring he looked out towards the gritty dark world. He’d find you, nothing nor anyone would stop him.

Hurting 1.5~Jack Maynard

A/N: this is about jacks time after the breakup between him and (Y/N) bc yall want a jack pov and im down w it tbh btw full length fan fic will be up within the next week i think

Jack’s P.O.V.

     I sat on the couch, reflecting on what had just happened. I had never felt such a strange feeling in my entire life. I was both numb and bursting at the seams with so many different emotions. I mean, it was practically routine at this point. I take on some bird I find at the club, keep her around for a bit, move on, repeat. But something felt different. When I looked at her, I wasn’t just pretending to feel bad or regret it. My stomach sank. I felt sick. It was all a blur. Her running out just as fast as she came in, the girl on my lap mocking her, me kicking the girl out, and now I’m here. 

     I sat on the couch and I felt worse than being hungover with the flu. I hurt someone I didn’t even know I cared for. I felt the first tear roll down my face, and I fought it first. Not because I didn’t feel manly or whatever. I didn’t deserve to cry. I hurt her. I broke (Y/N)’s heart. I threw our relationship out of the window so she couldn’t do that to me, yet it feels just as bad. Then I decided to let them go since they were coming anyway because I was angry at myself. I was angry at myself for cheating on a genuine girl and ruining it for the both of us. I was angry for being upset when I made the choice. 

     That’s when she came back. For just a split second I had hope again. For a single moment, I thought she would forgive me. Then I truly realized how much of an idiot I was. She was packing. She was leaving for good. I was surprised but came to my wits. “Of course she’s leaving,” I thought to myself as she quietly stormed to the bedroom. “Why in god’s name would she immediately forgive the man who fucked up the most?” I watched as she walked out, left the apartment building one last time, then grab a cab. I began to tear my flat apart. I broke lamps. I ripped the couch. Dishes became fragments.

     I lay on the disheveled couch as her speech played over and over in my head. Everything she said was right. It was my choice to hurt her, and I need to reevaluate my life. I did that for a solid month and even longer without realizing it. It took me a month to sleep in my room anyway. I couldn’t sleep in it without thinking of her. But even sleeping on the couch couldn’t get me to let her go. She was always in my dreams. Whether it was remembering every detail of her face or just having her in the background, she was always there when I closed my eyes. There also wasn’t a moment when I was awake I didn’t think about her. I would go back to moments I was with her if I passed something we had done or somewhere we went to. I would hope to run into her somewhere, but it never happened.

     The lads had nothing to say at first. Not that they were lost with words, they had too much to say. They weren’t sure how to go about it until a week later when Conor sat me down and really laid it in me about how much I fucked it all up. I sat there listening, only to think the whole time about how this was stuff I already knew. I knew ever since I saw the tears form in her once bright and sparkling eyes I did something I would regret for the rest of my life. I felt like an empty shell for what felt like an eternity.

     Turns out it had only been a few months, but it didn’t feel like it. The boys were all going out, and I decided to go out in public to drown my sorrow instead of staying home and doing the same. We arrived at some club opening I couldn’t give less of a shit about and we got in instantly. The perks of having a C list sibling. I went straight for the bar and asked for their strongest drink. The guy just turned and went to work. “I’m gonna grab a table,” Conor yelled over the bumping music. I nodded as he pushed his way to the booths right outside of the dance floor. I grabbed the glass and opened my throat as I chugged the drink as fast as possible. It burned like hell and tasted like death. Perfect.

     I was about to ask for another when I fatefully turned to check on the booth to see if the boys joined or even if Mikey was trying and failing with a girl. That’s when I saw it. That’s when I saw her. She looked breath taking. She was wearing that dress I loved so much. Her hair was tossled and slightly knotted from dancing, but still looked perfect. Her skin glistened beautifully, even the lack of light. She stumbled into the booth, most likely accidentally. But I saw it as an opportunity. I saw the Fates on my side. I rushed to the table, and I was about to make sure not to make the same mistake as before. I wasn’t letting her go like before.