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LESSON III

LESSON I / LESSON II

Synopsis : Caught up in the mess of Jungkook and his brother Taehyung, how will you come out of the mesh? When both of them have taken a liking to you in not so upright way, can you teach them a lesson?

Pairing : YandereTeacher!jungkook x bully student fem!reader, slight student!Taehyung x reader

Genre : smut, high school au, mafia au

Word count : 8.8 K

Warnings : 18+, Profanity, kissing, nipple play, YANDERE THEMES, blowjob, oral (fem receiving), cumming, fingering, gunshots, emotional shit okay? putting angst in the warnings instead, another warning that jk is fucking soft this time 😭

Taglist : @darkuni63 @jeonswifey @laylasbunbunny @hey-syia @pandalove03 @kooliv @radcustoms @ysk101 @mageprincess7 @hoeshii @bangtanxcoffee @acnetrone @1-in-abillion @stuffy16

A/N : Here is the chapter that sucked my fucking blood out, did this chapter take 5 months to come outta my womb? YES. Am I crazy? Perhaps T_T.. but enjoy the chapter beauties <33 ( *︾▽︾)

You sighed while looking out of the window of your classroom. Everything felt so overwhelming, so overbearing. All you wanted to be was normal high school student, goofing and messing around.

Not being involved with him, not being involved with his brother.

Arin nudged you in the arm, "Y/N-ah nowadays you really seem so lost, it's as if an entirely different person is sitting next to me, you're not an imposter, are you?" You chuckled lighly at her absurd remark.

"I'm just not feeling well these days." You said as you rested your head upon her shoulders. She hummed as she lightly pat your head, "I don't know what's bothering you but.. if you are facing a crisis which seems unending, instead of trying to find the reason that why you are in it, you should rather focus on turning that crisis into an opportunity if you can. Only then you can get rid of it."

You slowly blinked as you listened to her. Your lips curled up into a slight smile as you realized how oblivious you were to this side of your best friend. You got up and looked at her and she looked at you in question. "I'll remember that." You said and hugged her.

"Y/N, a senior is asking for you." You broke your hug at the words of one of your classmates and looked towards the door where Taehyung was standing. He waved at you with a cocky smile while your eye twitched.

You left your seat and walked outside towards the door. "What's up with the hugging back there?" He asked you while putting his hands in the pocket as you both started walking in the corridor.

You scoffed, "What is it to you? I can't even hug my best friend?"

"Ah..best friend? Thank goodness." You contorted your eyebrows at his sigh of relief. "If not as much as your brother, still you are annoyingly weird." You said while looking at him and judging.

"Is that supposed to mean good or bad?" He asked you with a smirk. You rolled your eyes, "At this point I'm really jealous of the people who were looking at you so lovingly when you were standing at the door. Because they don't know who you really are, because they were not approached by you." He pretended to clean his ears with his pinky finger, "You are quite good with words, wanna be my spokesperson when I become the CEO?"

You folded your arms and questioned him, "I think the whole world knows by now that your brother is going to be the CEO in two months?"

He chuckled, "I never said CEO of my "father's" company." He air-quotted his words and continued, "I will open my own. I don't need some readymade position to prove my worth. Thanks to my excellent business skills and knowledge and ofcourse, a great intuition of investment, I've made enough money from investing in stocks. As soon as I'm getting out of high school, I'm starting my own business." He said with a proud smile and you nodded at his golden ambition.

His smile grew wider as he looked at your face, "Impressed, aren't you?"

"Uhm.. yup, that seems to be the case." You answered while wondering if you could do the same to prove your worth, to prove to your parents that you are capable of being the receiver of their love and affection.

Turn your crisis into an opportunity. Suddenly the words of your best friend replayed in your head.

You snapped towards him with stars in your eyes, "Can you teach me too?"

Taehyung felt his breath hitch as he looked at your face, you looked extraordinarily beautiful in that moment. He gulped, at that all he wanted was to kiss those pretty lips of yours but unlike his brother, he doesn't like forcing people. He liked to manipulate them into saying yes.

He nodded happily, "Why not? Then we can run our company together, how does that sound?"

Together? In his dreams! But to convince him I have to say yes. You thought. "Of course."

Taehyung had told you where he'd be meeting up for your business sessions- which was class 4 from evening 6 to 8. He had one condition though and so had you.

His condition-

Not marry his brother Jungkook.

Your condition-

Stop playing with your sister Han Yoo-in.

You both agreed on it with full honesty. Because the moment the conditions are broken, so will be your bond.

And thus you started meeting him in that classroom on a daily basis, it was perfect because your school was accessible 24/7 and students usually didn't stay after 5 in the evening. They'd be seen in cram schools or maybe playing sports somewhere else.

In those hours you and Taehyung would have serious discussion and maybe take a breaks or two when both of you would crack jokes or laugh.

Unbelievable right? It was quite unbelievable for you too to feel so comfortable around him now that a month has already passed, you're not even surprised by now that why girls would fall for his charm. Including your sister.

God knows why he chose to be an asshole to you before though, you clicked your tongue whenever you thought about it.

Everything was working in your favor but who's this girl with a beret sipping her coffee in front of you? You don't remember inviting anyone to join you for a café date. The moment you sat with your coffee on this table, she came and sat in front of you unannounced.

"You know it is rude of you to snatch someone else's man." She said, finally straightening her spine and looking directly at you.

You wanted to roll your eyes so bad, "You know it is rude to make false assumptions about someone you've just met?" You said while contorting your eyebrows.

"Look here Han Y/N! I won't waste my time, I'm here to tell you to leave my man. That's it."

Ah, it seems that this girl knew you.

You chuckled, "So it looks like you know my name too. I thought you were drunk and wanted to release your anguish of being dumped."

She scoffed, "Do I look drunk from any angle? But since you chose to play dumb, let me spell it out for you. Leave Jeon Jungkook."

You frowned at hearing the name, did she really call Jungkook her man? Are you even hearing that right? Was she talking about the same Jungkook you knew?

You tilted your head and questioned her, "Who are you?"

She folded her arms as she sat back, "Now we're talking! I'm Na Ji-won, Jungkook's ex soon-to-be fiancée."

"Ex whAT??" You leaned forward at her absurdity. How can some be ex soon-to-be fiancée? It practically means that they were actually nothing.

"Surprised? We both were dating each other and before we could engage, we broke up." She said in a casual manner.

"Why did you break up then?" You asked her in curiosity.

"Just this and that. But you know, even though you and me.. both are daughters of a chaebol family, I'm wayyy out of your league. So, it's me trying to save Jungkook from settling for less." She said while sipping her coffee.

Normally you'd have felt offended but instead you took a moment to look at her, you replied "yes! you do give off some rich ass vibes but damn, you really suck at reading people! If you have problem for Jungkook settling for less, why don't you go to him instead of bothering me?" You said and stood up to leave the table, just as you were passing her to go towards the cashier, she held your wrist.

"We're not done yet. 20% of the stocks that I own in my father's company. How does that sound?" She looked above at you with a smug smile.

You chuckled as you fixed your hair, what in the kdrama shit was this? The richer version of offering money to leave a person?

But before you could turn down her offer, she spoke, "I know you will turn me down Y/N, but I want you to give it sometime to think over. And when you are ready with your answer, call me!" She handed you a piece of paper with her name and number on it and left the cafeteria.

As usual you met up with Taehyung in the evening, Jungkook has been out of school since the last two weeks since he was getting busier for his inauguration. "Y/N, I heard my brother will actually resign from being teacher." He said while taking out a book about investments from his bag.

"Oh really? When should we celebrate then?" You said and Tae started laughing, "Do you dislike him that much?"

"Yes." You said without a single hesitation while scrunching your nose.

"Then maybe when we'll be invited to his CEO inauguration party, both of us can celebrate our win secretly in my room." He chuckled but his smile started to fade out the next second.

"Is something wrong?" You asked him by looking at his sudden change of emotions.

"I miss my dad." He said, his eyes that were sparkling with mischief a few moments ago, now were filled with nothing but sadness.

"Dad?" You asked in confusion. Was he talking about his biological father? Come to think of it, you have never really heard about Taehyung's biological father.

"Hmm.. my dad. My dad that my mom had divorced when I was only 4." He sighed as he hung his head low.

"Is he.." You tried to ask him a question but you trailed off, you couldn't bring yourself to ask it.

He chuckled dryly, "is he what? Alive?"

You looked him and saw him sit up straight, "He's dead for my family." You contorted your eyebrows in confusion yet again. He looked at your face with a subtle smile, "But infact he's alive."

"Ah I see." You breathed in relief, you continued, "But what did you mean by dead for your family?"

"My mom married Jungkook's dad and made my dad's existence a fever dream for me. She made sure that my dad never contacts me again, she even went lengths to blacklist him from entering Korea. She also made sure that Jungkook and his dad know that my dad isn't alive anymore after the attack in New York."

You frowned, attack in New York? Taehyung's mom sounds like an absolute bitch. But.. why would she keep Jungkook and his dad in the dark as well? You questioned yourself.

Taehyung continued, "You see.. when I was little, my mom and dad used to often fight and quarrel about my dad's occupation. He was an excellent business mastermind, people even called him a kingmaker! Do you know why? Because underneath the surface he was a real mafia boss and whichever business he invested in, their success would skyrocket. My mom was really worried about me back then. I even got kidnapped once, that was the moment my mom made the decision to walk out of the marriage if my dad still wouldn't change his profession. Well.. he didn't, so look where we are now." He gulped sadly.

Oh no! You judged Taehyung's mom too soon, she is an angel for sure. Then is Taehyung's dad the real bitch? You thought again.

"I see why your mother did so much, ofcourse you are her top priority." You said while slowly nodding at your own words.

Taehyung shook his head, "Y/N, my dad was one of a kind. He knew how to celebrate my happiness as his, now whenever I feel happy, I automatically get reminded of him. And with mom, I certainly don't feel that spark anymore like it was with dad. It's a lot lonelier now." He let out a sigh that clearly depicted longing.

"But even though I haven't met with him, I know how he's doing and that he knows about me too." He said, his eyes filling with happiness once again.

"How?" You asked him, didn't he just say that he had no contact with his dad? He smiled softly and picked out a book of investments from his bag.

You frowned because there has been a question you were meaning to ask him since before. Since last month you remember Taehyung always giving you the book of the same publisher and carried them with extra care than other books.

"Brown cover. Same author. Same publisher. New volume. Is there something special about this book's series?" You asked him while looking at the book he was clutching so dearly to his chest.

He hummed and nodded like a puppy, "The author of this book is actually my dad." His smile grew wider and so did your eyes.

"What?" You asked him in shock.

He gave his gummy smile, "it's really normal for people working in mafia gangs to have code names. My dad and I had for us as well. I gave him the code name Kinjo and he gave me little T-rex but now he just refers to me as Rex because of me begging for two years straight when I was 10. I'm not little anymore." He chuckled.

"Wait wait! You said you never met him? Then.. beg?" You blinked.

He chuckled, "I'm giving you a lot of surprises aren't I? Haha! Look here." He said and opened the first page, "read the fourth italic word."

You looked at the page and tried finding words written in italics. Ah there it was! The fourth italic word in 2nd paragraph of the page.

"Dear" You read the word. He hummed in agreement and turned to next page, "Every page's fourth italic word slash alphabet is secretly a letter for me. Since my mom monitors my call logs, emails and all stuff, contacting him through any digital gadget is impossible. Thats why, I move to other cities once a month and post my letter to the mailbox address of the publishing house mentioned in the book. The publishing house belongs to my father.. you see. Even though my father said he has opened it solely for me, I actually can't believe it." He chuckled at his father's absurdity.

Shit! You misjudged his father too. Darn you Y/N! You mentally slapped yourself.

"Then, why did your mother made sure that Jungkook and his dad doesn't know that your dad is alive? Or.. am I asking too much?" You said with apologetic amile.

He shook his head, "Not at all. I'm actually feeling good to share these things with someone. It was deep inside me for so many years with no one to talk to, it surely feels good to let it out." He smiled dreamily.

Then he said, "About your question, my mother fears that if Jungkook's father gets to know about my dad, he would do some digging for sure. Apparently my mom and dad have agreed to never pry into each other's life ever again and my dad has threatened that if Jungkook's father gets nosy in someway then he will take me away."

Ohh.. that explains why Taehyung's mother would be so desperate, but then again it seems that his father would look out for every opportunity to get back his dear son.

In that moment, you thought about your own father. "You're lucky, Taehyung." You gulped as you whispered.

"Wha-" Before he could finish his question, he looked at your face.

It broke his heart, you had tears welling up in your eyes.

"I'm jealous that your father loves you so much." You looked up at the ceiling as tears threatened to spill, you started fanning yourself, it was getting embarrassing now.

You chuckled awkwardly as you looked at him, "I'm sorry I totally ruined the mood, didn't I?"

He looked with a pitiful gaze, "No, ofcourse not." He denied firmly and hugged you at once catching you off guard.

Just then you heard a metal key fall on the ground near the window facing the corridors.

Han Yoo-in? What? Why did she run away? She didn't possibly see you hugging and misunderstand you.. right?

You quickly got up from your seat, took your bag and bid Taehyung goodbye in a hurry as you ran out of the room to follow her.

You followed her to your house and you followed to her room since she just won't listen to you continuously calling her name out.

"JUST SHUT FUCK UP AND GET OUTTA HERE!!" She screamed in rage.

"Innie please!" You were on the verge of crying as you took her name. "Don't you dare call me that!" She snapped at you.

"Ever since the day I saw you both walking around the school corridors together, he has been avoiding me like plague! Do you think I'm stupid Y/N?"

"What? Aish- I only told him to not play with you, not avoid you!!" You said with distressed voice.

She mocked, "Play? Y/N who's playing with whom here? Open your fucking eyes, it's you Y/N. You took the advantage of my pure feelings towards you to play with them. You're a school bully afterall, I know your shenanigans."

You felt a lump in your throat as you heard her, no one could ever hurt you with words .. except your sister Yoo-in.

Your lips quivered, "Why would I play with the only person who means the world to me? I don't care about mom and dad not loving me but if you too turn your back on me.. I'll suffocate to death in this house." Still Yoo-in was unfazed at your pleas. "Very well then! You should leave this house and go away."

It felt as if someone just pushed you off the cliff you were desperate to survive on, tears finally started streaming down your cheeks.

"You don't mean it, right? Not over some boy!" You asked her heartbroken.

"I do. Completely. Boy or not, it's true that I can't stand you anymore, hence.. I don't want you in my sight ever again. Get out! NOW!" She stomped towards you and pushed your body out of her room, you stumbled back offering no resistance to her push.

The moment you saw her close the doors on your face, you knew, it was the end.

You finally started crying, finally you couldn't stop yourself anymore from falling apart. You kept wiping off your tears but they didn't stop flowing at all, you bit your lower lip, your heart has never been shaken like this ever before.

"Y/N." You wiped your face and looked at your mother who had called you, your father was standing next to her with a thick white envelope in his hands.

You looked at them with eyes red, she spoke, "It seems something has happened. Why don't you.." She paused for a moment and blinked twice, "Why don't you do as she says?" You contorted your eyebrows in confusion.

Your father forwarded the envelope towards you, "Only six months are left for your sister's CSAT. I wouldnt want anything or anyone disturbing her, much less from someone living so close to her. Find a house.. this much money will be enough to buy a good house. You're of legal age so it won't be a hassle, if someone has a problem with the payment or anything, you can call my secretary. You have his number right?" Of course you do, you have always called him, your father never the one to pick up his phone. Never.

But hearing your parents like this, broke your heart a million more times. You're eyelids fluttered, inevitably you shouldn't have had any expectations, but you begged, you prayed, you hoped you were wrong. Instead it was wrong of you to hope all this to be wrong, because no matter what, they always failed you to treat like their own.

"Pack your bags and leave for now."

You sat under the bus stand, all the transports came and went by, people came and go. It was as if the world was moving past while you kept standing at the starting line.

You sighed with exasperation, your parents kicked you out of their house with money in cash, enough to buy you a house. Oh! Worried about Han family's daughter found sleeping on streets? You chuckled mockingly.

They didn't even lend you a credit card, maybe the next thing they'll be doing is putting you up for adoption--- "UGHHH" You grunted. All sorts of wild thoughts were bothering you to no end.

You let your head fall back and rest it on the glass wall behind you. Where should you go for now? Arin's house? The last time you went there, her mother definitely didn't like you.

Taehyung's house? Nope he lives with his family and you didn't want to hurt your sister further if she gets to know that you and Tae were living under the same roof.

Jungkook's house? Well... why would you go in the lion's den yourself. You were not stupid.

Then will you buy a house? How will you pay for monthly bills then? Then will you stay on rent? You sighed and looked up at the shed of the bus stop because of the non-stop thoughts storming your head.

Wait- who's that? The glass wall your head was resting upon was actually an ad and the face looked familiar from down.

So you quickly got up from your seat and stood in front of it.

"Na Ji-won?? What is her face doing here? Is she famous?" You quickly took out your phone and searched for her name online.

"A rookie actress?" You bit your lip as you read about her. She debuted earlier this year, her career looks promising so you started to wonder why she was after Jungkook. But what was even weirder was Jungkook choosing you, a high school student, over someone who's about to get real famous.

"Whatever. He is a psycho with poor desicion making skills. Not even surprised now. I wish him and Ji-won were together instead." You gritted your teeth as you felt cold. The night was getting cooler and you needed something extra to wrap around yourself to keep you warm.

As you unzipped your backpack, you suddenly remembered about Ji-won's offer. 20% of the stocks she owned in her father's company will be under your name if you leave Jungkook.

You quickly wrapped a scarf around your neck and opened the calculator on your phone and took out a notebook and a pen for noting down the calculations.

You were making good money from investments within Korea and abroad from the past month. The money your parents gave to you for the house along with Ji-won's stocks would be a solid backup and as Taehyung's father was a real deal, his teachings had been immensely helpful and you plan to meet him in person very soon, so if things continue as good as they are now... You'll be able to become rich even before you get out of school, which is a year and a half now.

Wow! But here's the problem, all of these are future talks, right now you might just freeze to death. You can't buy a house for you to need to save the money... and for Ji-won's stocks, how are you really supposed to leave Jungkook? It's not like you're clinging onto him or something.

The only way to leave him is to either make him leave you or make him marry another woman. Both of them are equally imposs-- hold up, "marry another woman?"

"Marry JI-WON?? HELL YES!" You jumped in ecstasy, that means you can ask for more stocks and maybe end up being the majority shareholder in Ji-won's father's company! Damn!

"I love you Y/N! I love you so fucking much!" You said and just wanted to hug yourself.

How are you going to make them marry each other? Well your evil brain had its own plan. You smirked.

Jungkook opened the door in sleepy eyes which immediately became awake when he saw the person standing at his door.

"Uh.. hi." You greeted awkwardly. "Y-Y/N?? Is this really you or am I dreaming?"

You softly chuckled, "You're not dreaming, why would you say that?"

"I just.. never imagined you'd come to me like this!" He licked his lips and then looked at the luggage you had, "What are these bags for? Are you going somewhere baby?"

You almost showed distaste on your face for that nickname. You forced a smile, "Well.. I already came where I was supposed to go. I just got kicked out of my house, I didn't know where to go this late at night."

Jungkook's eyes went wide, "WHAT?? Kicked you out of your house, wait.. first come inside." He said and grabbed your trolley and bag for you.

You walked inside his apartment and sat on the sofa. He quickly went inside his room to place your stuff and then went to the refrigerator to fetch you a glass of water.

"Thankyou." You said as you took the glass from him, he then sat beside you and waited till you drank the water. He then spoke, "You should've called me baby, I'd have come to pick you up."

You looked at him, "I'm here, aren't I?"

He immediately hugged you which caught you off guard, "I missed you." He breathed in the hug, "I missed you so fucking much. Unfortunately I've been so busy I just couldn't get time to reach you. And when I finally get time, it's when the whole world is sleeping." He gulped, "Lately I can't sleep well, you're constantly on my mind. Thinking how you're doing, thinking when we'll finally be together."

You remained silent because you were so thankful that he had no time to bother you, that you've been doing good thanks to his absence, that you plan on never being together.

You broke the hug and looked at him with a fond gaze, "I'm ..." He looked at you impatiently waiting for your answer, "I'm hungry." You spoke and he blinked several times.

"Ah! You're hungry? What would you like to eat, baby? "

Stop with the baby already!

"Anything? Just something light, I'm getting sleepy and tomorrow's school." You told him.

"Alright baby. You should wash up and change clothes, I'll prepare something quick." He said and got up to show you the way to the washroom.

As soon as you washed up and changed into fresh clothes and had the light dinner, he picked you up from the chair to his bedroom. "I could walk on my own okay?? And wait- why are you sleeping next to me?? Hey--"

"Relax baby." He pat your head and took your head in his chest, "I won't do anything to you as long as you don't want to. Let's just sleep peacefully tonight."

You bit your lip, you wanted to punch him so bad right now but you maintained your composure, you spoke, "I didn't think you had this kind of a soft side."

Jungkook slowly opened his eyes and looked down at you, "Well.. as long as you are with me, I'll try my best to be the gentleman you want me to be."

"What about.. the nudes then?" You asked hesitantly.

He chuckled, "Don't worry. I got rid of them the moment we officially notified our family to get us together instead. I realised I've been way too harsh to you and now I don't want anything weighing upon your mind." He kissed your head and spooned you.

You felt such huge burden lift off from your chest as if you can finally breath again. Your body became lesser stiff and you gave into his embrace.

Taehyung's eyes grew red when he looked at you stepping out of Jungkook's car, not like anybody could see him from outside but Taehyung knew well about his brother's car and license plate number.

During the school break you received a notification in your phone, you looked at it.

Kim Taehyung: Come on the roof, we need to talk.

You put your phone back in your pocket and walked to the rooftop. As soon as you went there, someone held your wrist and pulled you to the side.

"Taehyung? What is it?" You looked at him in question.

"Answer me. Why did I see you coming out of my brother's car in the morning outside the school entrance?"

You sighed, "Well.. a lot has happened."

"A lot? And you didn't even bother to text me even once?" He was flabbergasted.

"What? I was going to tell you anyways in the school. Yes, you saw it right, I came out of your brother's car because I spent last night at his house and I'm planning to stay further for atleast six months or so." Taehyung was taken aback at your words, he felt lost, confused and most of all, enraged.

He grabbed your collar, "Didn't you hate my brother? Why would you stay with him? Did you already forget about your condition?"

You wanted to laugh on his face, you held his collar too, "Do you know why I had to go to his house in the first place? Thanks to you, I now have to endure him for atleast" You gulped, "half a year."

He released his grip from your collar, his voice faltered, "What do you mean? What did I do?"

You chuckled sarcastically, "Did you know what happened yesterday after i followed my sister? She-" Taehyung saw your eyes pool up with water, "She said I was the bad person in her life, that I had snatched you or something. She fucking hates me because YOU failed to understand my words. What? You avoided her like plague. WHYYY? The only thing I told you was to not toy with her."

"So what?" His voice regained strength, "What wrong did I do? I only avoided her so that she doesn't get the wrong idea, I did my part of the condition. I don't see how am I in the wrong when your sister acts all high and mighty." He poked his inside cheek with his tongue, "What now? Did you cut ties with your family over something so naive? Is that why you went to my brother's place? I just don't see my fault here at all. If there's anything I'm a part of this, it will be that of a victim. I got betrayed."

You looked away to steady your breathing, "Fuck!" You said in annoyance.

"But I believe you wouldn't betray me." He said trying to not jump on his own conclusions.

You looked back at him, "I won't. I completely would stick to the condition."

"Can I trust you... Can I trust you that you won't marry my brother?" He asked you firmly.

"Yes, you have to." You answered.

While coming down the stairs, you quickly texted Ji-won to meet up, you can no longer wait further and for Taehyung.. the fact that you will meet his father, you will keep it a secret from him.

Because if Taehyung gets the wind that you might not stick with him with his business in the long run, he might use his father as an excuse to get back at you.

The next day you met with Ji-won in the same cafeteria. "What is it? Have you finally decided to leave him?"

You looked at her with a smirk. "How about you marry him instead?"

Ji-won had a crooked smile, "Which I am going to do anyway!"

You chuckled, "I don't think you can do so on your own, you can marry him only if he agrees to."

She dropped her smile and narrowed her eyes, "What is it that you are planning to do?"

"I'm planning to marry him off to you! Bring me the registeration papers for marriage, I'll bring his signature to you." You offered her with your hands folded and you sitting back casually on your check.

"And how are you gonna do that dreamer?" You chuckled at her calling you a dreamer.

"A dreamer?" You dropped your smile as well, "I'm serious. But only under one condition. Give me all the stocks you own."

"THAT'S ABSURD!" The whole cafe looked at Ji-won and she quickly cleared her throat, "You sure are a good dreamer, Y/N."

"I don't think it's absurd in any way. I'm literally bringing you his papers on agreeing to marry you. All the stocks that you own are actually quite not a big deal for something so crucial, don't you think so? But if you don't want that, I'll take my leave."

"No no wait wait!" She stopped you from getting up, "Don't leave yet. Why are you so confident you can bring it to me?"

You smiled, "Your stocks, they gave me confidence."

She sighed, "Fine! Alright! I'll hand you over the stocks, you give me the signed papers."

"Deal. Send me the papers tomorrow during lunch break, I'll be waiting."

As promised, you recieved the papers in a big brown envelope via a junior student during the lunch the next day.

Now that you laid on bed, you kept thinking about your next moves. One would be to get Jungkook sign the papers and another would be visiting New York to meet Taehyung's father .. but you didn't know how? Would Jungkook help you with that? Or will you just flee?

Nahh... fleeing isn't really a good option.

The only good option lies here is to tell him and then go, you had your passport with you so nothing would be a problem. Except if he decides to join you.

You clicked your tongue In annoyance.

"Baby, is something on your mind?" Jungkook who lied next to you on the bed, asked.

"Uhm..Nothing in particular. Just school." You smiled.

"School sucks doesn't it?" He snuggled closer to you, "Would you like a break, baby?"

You raised your eyebrows instantly at his offer, "really??"

He chuckled, "If I knew you'd be this excited, I'd have suggested you earlier."

You quickly sat up, "Can I go on a trip then? A solo trip?"

"Solo? You don't want to go with me?"Jungkook pouted. You awkwardly chuckled, "I mean.. aren't you swamped with a lot of work for your installation as CEO? We can go together once you become the CEO.. isn't it?"

Jungkook got up as well, "My baby is so thoughtful. I love you so much." He said that with a smile and pecked you on your lips.

Your eyes grew wide at his sudden action and your expression looked so funny to him. He chuckled, "You're easily flustered, how cute."

What? Just a little enthusiasm and he falls head over heels for you? Then.. why don't you get ready with your plan already?

Therefore while he kept chuckling, you moved forward and smooched him on his right cheek. He immediately stopped and his cheeks started becoming rosy pink.

You started laughing, "Are you blushing? Isn't it you who's getting flustered easily?"

His eyelids fluttered in shock, was this a green flag from you?

Thus he wasted no time as he grabbed the nape of your neck and started kissing you passionately and for the first time, you reciprocated his kiss which made him turn on even more.

He quickly removed the cloth from your shoulders while he kissed your lips, then your jaw, then your neck and then your exposed shoulder with his hands constantly kneading your breasts.

He bit the crook of your neck which made you let out a moan.

He then kept kissing your neck and then smelled your cleavage like a hungry dog. He lapped his tongue on it with his hands working on opening your silk gown.

They fell down so elegantly. He opened his shirt and then looked at you.

You were left with a white laced, paper thin bra on your chest. He traced the outline of your left boob with his forefinger. He kept going in circles from outside as he kept coming towards the center, with his finger finally touching your perked nipple. He leaned in and place a wet kiss on it, the wetness causing you to whimper. He licked it and slid his one hand inside your panty.

The other hand slowly pulling down the bra from your breast. When they were exposed naked, he spoke, "I'm sorry for being harsh babygirl." with his lips touching your nipple every time he uttered a syllable. "But I didn't know how to have you, how to make you mine. You make me go crazy Y/N!" You ran your hands through his hair, "Just like now." At that very instant he slid two of his fingers inside your pussy and attached his mouth on your boob at the same time making you yelp.

Your toes curled as he started fingering you and chewing on your boobs with his molars and premolars. He kept licking, chewing and biting them until he felt you cum on his hands.

He smiled in ecstasy and pushed you making you fall on the bed, he hovered you and you looked at him lick his fingers in absolute delight.

He quickly got down to open his lower garments and he slid your gown and panty out throwing them on the floor. He climbed back on the bed while kissing your legs all the way to your thighs.

When reached your pussy, he buried his face inside as he smelled your juices and then devoured it like a hungry beast. Every spot licked clean, his tongue continued to lap on your cunt which made you wrap your thighs around his neck.

He held them down tightly as he kissed your pussy and then your lower abdomen then to your stomach. He placed a long lasting kiss on it with a smile, "I can't wait our child to be inside here." He smiled wider as he said it and kissed it again. Your eyes went slightly wide at his words. A child? No way!

"But I'll wait for my baby's mother to first complete her high school." He said and you felt relief.

When he came up, he looked at you, "I thought we'll have sex together. But let's save that for another day." He said and leaned down to kiss you again.

When Jungkook woke up, he saw you were not by his side. He got up and took a shower and went to the living room, he saw you in the kitchen making something. He tiptoed his way inside and back hugged you, he placed his chin over your shoulder and looked at you making a sandwich.

Your breath almost hitched as you felt his bare cold chest collide with your back.

"Why is my baby up so early?" He said and kissed your cheek. You smiled, "I thought last night was quite great so accept this as a thankyou and sorry from me."

He got confused, "Thankyou? Sorry? For what, baby?"

"Thankyou because you made me feel good, sorry because I failed to do the same for you." You said but he strongly denied, "What are you saying baby? Because of you, I'm able to work even more efficiently and I am able to sleep soundly nowadays. I'm the one who's thankful because you are my only source of happiness, Y/N. You're my world, Y/N." He said and turned you to hug you and place a kiss on your head.

You constantly tried to rack your brain to come up with ways to make him sign the registration papers of marriage, last night you thought that maybe after you slept with him, you would've asked him to sign the papers while he was in a daze, which.. you couldn't succeed and you're impatient.

Think Y/N, think.. ah! You finally thought of something.

You broke the hug and smiled at him, "Jungkook, remember about the trip we talked about last night?"

He nodded like a puppy, "Of course I do! Where do you want to go baby? Sydney? Athens? Where?"

"London! I want to go there." You gave him a toothy smile.

"Alright, I'll board your plane whenever you say!" He said and you kissed him on the cheek, "Thankyou Jungkook." "Anything for you, baby." He said like a proud boyfriend and returned your kiss.

After a moment of pause, you spoke again, "You're so caring, let me do something for you." You said, hiding your smirk behind your sweet smile when you ran your hands over his abs down over the towel.

His mind went blank went for a millisecond as you teased his member over the towel.

He held your wrist, "What is it?" He asked you, if you were teasing him, he would lose his mind.

While you kept touching over there, you felt his boner.

Hell yes!

You pushed him back and made him sit on a chair and you crouched down, you opened the knot of his towel. "I'm sure you wouldn't dislike this little surprise, will you?" Jungkook raised his eyebrows and shook his head fervently, "Of coursenot!" Are you kidding Y/N? Jungkook would kill to get a blow job from you!

You softly chuckled, "I'm glad then." You said while sliding your palm up and down his length and leaned in to kiss the tip. It caused Jungkook to bite his lip hard, any harder would've left them bleeding.

You started placing soft and fluttery kisses and Jungkook gulped hard, he couldn't wait till you took his dick inside your mouth.

"Oh my look at that!" You faked your surprise as you saw Jungkook already cumming, was he always so easily turned on by you? It was so funny and amusing though, you thought mentally.

You pushed your thoughts aside and seductively licked at the juice flowing down, he was clutching the chair's arms way too tightly for his own good.

And the moment finally came, which he waited with bated breath, as soon as you opened your mouth he almost felt like flying, your tongue doing such a fantastic work, if possible he'd like to get this feeling over hundreds and thousands of times.

He whimpered as your canines grazed his tip and just the moment he was about to squirt, you removed your mouth causing Jungkook confusion. "Ah I almost forgot my test papers were to be signed by my guardian, since I only have you now.. will you sign them? Daddy please?" Jungkook was positive that he was dreaming because in no way in hell you calling daddy on your own would be real.

Jungkook bit his lips, "Can we finish first, please baby?" He whined but you didn't give in to his desperate state. "It is important, please, it'll only take few seconds!" You got up hurriedly and ran to fetch the papers and a pen.

You kept them on the table beside Jungkook and crouched down again, "Please sign them while I'll resume what was left undone."

"Baby." His voice hitched as you took his penis down your throat in one go. Without giving much thought he hastily signed the papers and tossed them aside to free his hands to run through your hair. He was growing impatient afterall.

He freed his hands and thrusted deeper inside you making you almost choke but you kept on swallowing his releases while he closed his eyes in euphoria and praised you, "Ah baby.. ah.. ah you're so dirty yet so beautiful.. ahh" He gritted his teeth as your teeth rubbed against his dick.

When you were finally done, you release his dick out from your mouth with a loud POP making Jungkook bite his lower lip. "Thankyou for the breakfast daddy, I should get ready for school now." But before you could turn away, he grabbed your neck and kissed you eagerly, so much so that one couldn't distinguish whose saliva was hanging in between when he parted from the kiss. He breathed heavily while you panted for air. He smiled as he cupped your cheeks, "I love you, baby."

You smiled back as you took the papers in your hands without dragging his attention.

While getting ready, you had quickly texted Ji-won that the work was done and so she should bring the transfer papers.

As soon as you got off from Jungkook's car, you received a message on your phone.

Delulu AF : I'm at the backyard of your school, meet me there NOW.

You sighed, what's with the hurry? You clicked your tongue and went to the backyard.

Na Ji-won stood there with a cigarette in her hand, "You know right smoking is prohibited in school premises?" You said while folding your arms, "Not like this is my school, why should I care?"

"Aren't you an actress, if any student catches you, it'll be over for your career." You said. She looked at you in amusement, "Are you worried about me?"

You tched, "Not even in the slightest. Anyways coming back to our business, I'll hand over the signed papers but before that give me the transfer of shares documents."

"Not until you show me the papers darling!" She smirked while taking the cigarette in her mouth.

"Whatever." You muttered and opened your bag to show the papers. Her eyes became wider with a smile forming on her face next. "How did you make him sign this girl?"

You had a crooked smile, "I have my ways. Happy now?"

"Of course! here have them." She handed you over the papers and you started reading the statements and clause. There! Ji-won's signature on agreeing to give all her stocks under your name.

After being satisfied you handed over the papers, "Farewell Ji-won."

Now only one thing remained, going to New York. And as planned before, Jungkook had boarded the plane to London for you. "Baby I should come with you." He pouted while booking the plane tickets.

You giggled, "We would've gone together, but how I can I drag you somewhere else when there's only a week left for your installation? After that, you'll get plenty of opportunities to move around the world because of your business trips! I'll accompany you then." That's how you persuaded him.

When you arrived at London, you stayed there for two days because you had to travel to a lot of tourist attractions. Why? In order to take photos to archive them and post them on your social media account later when you'd be in New York so that everybody's convinced of your presence in England.

After taking ample amount of pictures you were ready to fly to New York after you boarded your flight from London.

When you finally reached New York, you only thought that it would be best to look out for Taehyung's father as soon as possible.

You fished out his father's published book from your bag and flipped open to the page where the address of the publishing house was mentioned. You looked at the author's name, "Mr. K?" You tilted your head at the lack of specification.

To think about it, Taehyung has never really told his father's name to you. You bit your lip, "Whatever! When I reach there, I'll say I'm there to find Mr. K." You nodded to yourself and went to the publishing building's reception.

"Excuse me, can I meet Mr. K?" You asked the lady at the counter, she looked at you, "Mr. K? Who?"

Who? Right there might be a lot of people with that initial. "You know, the author of the book Reaching heights of economy and depths of business?" That seemed to click her mind. "Oh him? I'm sorry but he doesn't welcome any guests."

You sighed, well you were not quite surprised but girl! You travelled all the way here only to be sent back like a defeated chicken? "Please, I beg you. A phone call would be fine too, please." You said with pleading eyes.

The lady seemed to melt a little, "Only once, but if he refuses to talk then I can't help anymore." She said and you became happy in an instant, "Sure thing."

As she dialed the number on her telephone, the receiver picked up and the lady spoke, "Hello, there's a girl who wants to talk to you earnestly."

"....."

The lady looked at you, "Your name please."

"Y/N. I'm Y/N." You answered eagerly.

She returned to the call, "It's Y/N."

"....."

"Yes sir, I'll relay it to her."

She looked towards you again, "I'm sorry, he said he won't meet."

"NO! Wait- don't cut the call. Please tell him I'm Rex's friend. Please tell him that." The man seemed to hear your voice over the phone so he said something which made the lady immediately attentive to the line.

"Yes sir. I will relay it to her."

Then she kept the phone and looked at you, "He says he will meet you."

"Oh I see-- wHAT? Meet??" You couldn't believe your ears, did he just straight up agreed to meet after hearing his son's code name? Wow. Did he finally realise you were really a close friend of Taehyung and hence chose to talk to you face to face?

"You can sit on the couch mam, he will send a man to escort you." The lady instructed and you went to sit back on couch to wait for the said man.

After ten or so minutes a man in black suit with a fit build walked towards you, the lady said, "Mam, he is the one."

"Oh okay." You looked at him and stood up to leave the building with him.

There was a black car in front of the gate and he told you to get inside.

The journey was pretty smooth with beautiful hills and mountains at one side and a sea, you supposed, on the other. Nothing like the normal New York city.

But you got confused when they pulled up the car in a brazen place with no humans around. "Why are we stopping--"

"Come out." The man commanded.

You stepped out as he said and then you clearly understood that you were actually standing not far away from a cliff. You started to feel anxious but it became worse when you heard a gun click, and the next moment you know, there were several men in the same suits coming out of more black cars, aiming their guns at you.

Your eyes were so big in pure shock and terror, your mouth went dry, "What is this?"

The person who escorted you earlier stepped forward, "Don't fucking utter a single word except what I ask! tell us, Who has sent you?"

You were perplexed, "Sent? Me? I'm only here to find a person--"

"Shut the fuck up and tell us the truth!" He moved a step forward with his gun fixing the trigger, you stumbled back in fright, only to realise that it was a dead end. One more step and you'd fall from the enormous height into the deep water beneath.

You gulped hard, one wrong move and you'll be done for. But just when you were about to say anything, you saw a familiar face rush towards you making you even more shocked. "Jung-"

"Y/N!!" He shouted your name before you could call him properly. "What are you doing here? And you guys, lower your arms, I know her." He ordered and you breathed in relief but you didn't run to him yet, you had questions, "What are YOU doing here? Are you.." As you looked around, you noticed that he was wearing the same suit as other men there. "Are you a part of this?"

He ran his hand through his hair in frustration, "I'll answer your question but you have to answer me first. You said you'll be in London? What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to find someone." You answered and looked at other men, "Take me to your boss." You said but no one moved an inch.

Fuck! Would they listen to you if you mention Taehyung? Not like Jungkook would know Rex is Taehyung's code name.

"Take me to Re-" and as you were about to say Rex's father, you heard a gunshot.

A gun that shot you. Jungkook's eyes went horrifically wide, he at once ran towards you to hold you but your body lost balance and you fell down the cliff.

"Y/N!!!!!!!!"

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You lay in your bed, hands resting on your stomach as you stared at your ceiling. The beginnings of the morning were peeking out behind the horizon. You sighed deeply to yourself. You got 3-4 hours of sleep, maybe. You were restless, constantly tossing and turning before succumbing to your mind and giving up. Your senses were running wild. Phantoms of where he touched you linger amongst your intimate parts. It felt so real, like he was still here pressing his thumb against your clitoris. You were so close — just a few more moments, and you would’ve been over the moon with ecstasy. But he ripped that away from you, essentially blue-balling you for the first time in your life.

You tried to put those feelings to rest with your hand hovering over his ghostly touch, but it was to no avail. It wasn’t enough. Your body knew it was just a pity attempt to recreate what you had, refusing your satisfaction unless you had the real thing. As a result, insomnia struck and forced you to watch the sun as it rose. Frustration grew inside of you with each passing moment. How could he get you started like that and then just leave? How could he act like that wasn’t the first time you’ve kissed him in months? You were always unsure where you stood with him — sometimes it was obvious that he wanted you, but most times, it was like he was indifferent towards you. But then, out of nowhere, he decides that kissing you was no longer a risk. He even decided to push it further than just a kiss, going as far as fingering you in the kitchen. All because of his jealousy. All to prove a point to no one.

You pushed yourself out of bed and walked out of your room. You took deliberate footsteps down the quiet hallway, cautious not to wake the inhabitants around you. You approached a room, quietly turning the door knob and slipping through the crack. Just as you anticipated, Jeongguk was sitting on the edge of his bed. His head hung low, probably staring down at his phone. This was around the time he would come to wake you up to practice boxing. You shut the door behind you, causing him to glance over his shoulder at the noise. He watched as you walked around his bed until you stopped before him through half-closed eyes filled with sleep. You were surprised to see him in just a pair of black boxer briefs. You thought he would’ve at least worn pajama pants to bed. He noticed your furrowed brows and scrunched nose, the cutest angry face he had ever seen. Dressed in one of his t-shirts, you folded your arms over your chest while looking down at him.

“What are you—” You quickly placed a finger to his lips, stopping the gravelly heaven-like sound coming out of his mouth. Jeongguk's eyes went wide as you looked at him, confusion flooding his face.

You removed your finger from his mouth before placing your hands on his shoulders. You then pushed him back, causing him to land on the bed. “You’re an asshole,” you kept your voice low enough for only him to hear. While you sat on top of him, straddling his hips, you repeated yourself. “Such an asshole.”

He quirked a brow, suppressing the excitement that wanted to coarse through his body. The warmth between your legs, placed directly on his groin, was enough to drive him insane. He didn’t want to show how much he was about to enjoy whatever you had in mind. “Is that so?” He teased as his hands found your thighs, playing with the hem of your shirt.

You nodded once as you reached down to grab his hands with yours, interlocking your fingers together. “And for that,” you whispered as you suddenly leaned forward and pinned him to the bed. His eyes grew wide for a second, glancing at both his hands before he looked at you again. “I get payback.”

“Payback?” His brows furrowed together, trying to figure out what kind of payback this would be. Maybe you weren’t here to make his last wet dream come true.

You smirked while nodding. “Payback,” you repeated just as you slid your hips back. You felt his cock twitch between the thin pieces of fabric that kept your intimate areas separate. You began to rock your hips back and forth against him. Your grip on his hands tightened as he let out a low groan. You tried to keep your moans at bay by biting down on your lower lip. You felt him growing harder with each stroke as you grew wetter. The clothed friction was way better than you expected, almost as good as his fingers last night.

Your hips moved steadily, slowly back and forth, against his hardening length. Within seconds, his member was full of blood and stiff as a rock. The direct attention from your hips was enjoyable, but you didn’t even have to do that to get him hard. All you had to do was merely glance in his direction, flash him that soft smile of yours, and he was ready to go. Surprisingly, you would never notice. You were either too focused on the training or other things. Too focused to realize you could just give him the word, and he would be ready to please you. Words couldn’t describe how great it felt to have something other than his hand stroking him. You began to pick up your pace. Your dampness began to create a small wet spot in your panties where it clung to you.

“Fuck,” he sighed as his hips gently bucked upwards. His breathy moan sent a chill down your spine, encouraging you to keep going. You released his wrists from your grip, leaning back into an upright position as his hands rested against his abdomen. The new placement provided a closer feeling, causing a moan to slip past your lips. "Just like that, baby," he moaned as he stared at your grey panties pushing against his black boxer briefs. It’s only been a few minutes, but you were already close to that release you craved. Your hips slowed a little, switching to long strokes with a pause. You needed the feeling to calm down a little, not wanting your fun to end so soon. You tried to keep the growing ball of warmth dancing right along that line of ecstasy.

Jeongguk’s hands found your thighs once again as he watched you. Eyes shut with your head tossed back, exposing your neck, which was prime for his markings. Your mouth hung open slightly, little, breathy moans slipping out before you silenced them by biting down on your lower lip. God, if only you knew how sexy you were. He could have this image of you framed in his room. He wanted — no, needed — to see more of you.

"Take this off for me," he directed. He grabbed the hem of your shirt, raising it before you took the rest and pulled it over your head. When you glanced down at him, you swore he made the same face when he first saw you topless. The same look of pure adoration — like you were a piece of art. He didn't hesitate to run his hand up your side, cupping one of your breasts in his palm. You hummed with delight as his thumb swiped over your nipple once before continuing to rub it in the same motion as your hips. Your nipples stiffened from the attention, pushing you closer to that edge as your pace increased.

"God, you feel so fucking good." He groaned as his free hand gripped your hip, pushing you down a little to add more friction. Both of you struggled to hold back your moans. It was the first time in a long time you felt this good, and you were getting lost in the incredible amount of pleasure. He let go of your breast and pushed himself to sit up. He quickly mumbled a, "C'mere," before crashing his lips into yours. The kiss was nothing like last night. It wasn't a slow build-up to show what he wanted — he laid it all on the line from the beginning. The kiss was messy, full of want as your tongues glided past each other. Your hips started to slow, becoming too distracted by how amazing his lips felt against yours. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders. His cold hands were placed on your back and hip, causing you to jump slightly from his touch. He pulled you in closer, your bare chests pressing against each other. Your nipples brushed gently against his skin, a moan slipping past your lips.

He turned to the side, causing you to land on the bed underneath him. As he propped himself up onto his elbows, he continued the pace you set before. He grinds his hips into yours with skill, making you wish you had the real thing again. He leaned up, supporting himself with his hands now. He then grabbed your legs. He placed your calves on his shoulder while his hips started to move faster. It felt much different now that he was in control. He knew what speed he should be going and how much pressure he should add to drive you wild. It was all so intense. You shivered violently before pulling away, a loud moan escaping before he quickly hushed you. Jeongguk then backed away, crawling off of you. He stood by the side of his bed before grabbing your legs and pulling you closer to him. Your butt hung halfway off the edge as you looked up at him, anticipating his next move.

He took a moment to stare at the art before him — how your chest slightly raised and fell as you panted, the flushed tone that spread across your skin, and the darkened area in your panties covering your core. Fucking hell, if he could take a picture, he would.

“Look at you,” he taunted, “sprawled out on my bed with your panties drenched. Did you come here just to use my cock?”

His words stirred you, making the ball of arousal inside of you shake with excitement. He knew your type. After spending enough time with you, he took note of the quick remarks. Whenever he assigned you a task, no matter big or small, there was always a little resistance. You were a brat to your center. And he wanted that bratty side to come out and play. But you weren't going to stoop to his level. You weren't going to give in to him. You knew he wouldn't be able to handle your mouth. And with him giving off this dominant energy, the silent treatment would piss him off just as much.

He quirked a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh? Now you don’t wanna answer me?” He scoffed, “That’s fine, you don’t have to.”

Feeling satisfied that your silent treatment worked, you basked in your success. That was until you felt a sudden cool breeze. Jeongguk pulled your panties away from your core, the material fighting him a little from the wetness you gathered. He stared at your glistening core, unable to help himself as he slid his finger against your swollen clit. You inhaled deeply, eyes shutting as you let out a long moan. Then his fingers disappeared.

“Keep that same energy then. I don’t want to hear a fucking sound from you.”

Jeongguk pulled down his boxer briefs before you felt his tip slide between your lips and right against your clitoris. Your panties kept his shaft in place, pressed against your heat while he rocked his hips back and forth. The direct stimulation to your clitoris caused you to gasp out in pleasure when he suddenly stopped.

“What did I say?”

You stared up at his face, seriousness etched behind his eyes full of desire. As you pressed your lips together, you nodded your head and he continued to set a pace from before. This was supposed to be about your payback. When the hell did he become the one in control? You had to regain back your composure. You had to be on top again. But his skin against yours felt so amazing, pushing you closer to the edge. He quickened his pace, looking down at the marvelous sight as he held your legs apart. You slapped your hand over your mouth to stop any noise from slipping out while he was moaning and breathing up a storm. That didn't help. You wanted your moans to mix with his. You wanted him to hear how good he was making you feel.

“You look like you're struggling over there, Y/N. Is there something you wanna say?” He breathed, chuckling lightly. You shook your head quickly, not wanting him to win in any kind of way. You were strong, you had to be strong. “You sure, baby?” You arched your back a little, almost letting a whimper slip out. He had to know what that word did to you at this point. “It seems like you’re holding something back.”

He was such an asshole. He knew what command he just gave you, yet here he was teasing you about it. Did he not know how hard it was to not scream out his name? No, he knew, he wanted to see how long you were going to be able to hold it together.

He then pulled his member out from your panties, causing you to exhale deeply through your nose. Finally, he gave you a break. But then he got down onto his knees, pulling your underwear to the side. Jeongguk couldn't help himself, leaning forward before he pressed his tongue flat against your clit. Your eyes went cross, and shocks of pleasure jolted through your system as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. A soft moan parted from his throat as he moved his tongue in waves against your sensitive bud before swirling around it. God, how he missed how you tasted. He hooked his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he lapped at your sex. He was only supposed to tease you — give himself a little taste — but he easily got carried away. Your fingers gripped his sheets tightly as he took no mercy. He had to force himself to pull away, chuckling softly at the few whimpers and whines that did slip out of you now and then. You were trying so hard. Jeongguk rested his hand on top of your heat. He rubbed quick circles onto your bud with his thumb, your back arching at his touch. Your legs trembled as everything inside of you wanted to scream out. You wanted to make sure he heard how easily his fingers could make you come undone. It was almost painful to hold back these sounds. You've never been told to stay quiet before. You hated every second of this punishment.

“Please,” you whimpered out, feeling your high approaching.

“Ah? What’s that?”

You whined. The ability to form sentences failed you as your mind clouded with arousal.

Jeongguk smirked, feeling accomplished that he had you begging. He knew damn well how desperately you needed to moan. You were never one to hold back, and he was going to make sure to keep this little challenge in his back pocket whenever you wanted to be a smart ass.

“Let me hear you.”

All the moans and whimpers poured out of you, followed by a sprinkle of curse words. Jeongguk’s cock throbbed as he watched you reach the peak of your orgasm. Your body trembled while your hips rocked against his fingers, riding out your high until the only sound remaining was panting. He pulled his hand away before crawling over you, situating himself between your legs where his length pressed up against your throbbing core. You whined from the pressure, still highly sensitive from before. As your eyes opened and looked up at him, you watched as he stuck his fingers in his mouth, licking off your slick.

Fuck, why was he so hot?

“That was payback?” He smirked as his hand found your cheek, thumb caressing your warmed skin.

“Yes,” you breathed, confident that your plan still worked. “You didn’t get off,” your legs then wrapped around his hips, ankles crossing as you pulled him into you. You both hummed, half tempted to start grinding into him again.

He knew you were going to try to take an eye for an eye — he blue-balled you, so you did the same. “Mmm, I don’t need to,” he said before leaning in to place a quick kiss on your lips, “watching you get off is more than enough.”

Heat flooded your cheeks before you tried to push him off, attempting to hide the shyness spreading on your face by turning your head to the side. He chuckled, his heart becoming full as he made you look at him again. "So cute," he mumbled before pressing his lips against yours again. He kissed you so sweetly, so delicately, that your stomach did a flip from the affection. It felt different than the last. Why did it feel so different? Could this...? No, don't be ridiculous. It was just the mix of happy drugs in your system, that's all. It was the cocktail of oxytocin and dopamine. Even though the way his hand ran down your thigh gave you chills. And how he would pull away only to return to your lips a few seconds later made you giggle. It was because of your orgasm. Nothing else.

He rolled into his back, bringing you with him. His hands glided across your skin until they reached your waist before finally breaking the kiss. He rested his head on his comforter, letting out a content sigh as his eyes closed. It felt so nice to have you around, just near him. It made him sleepy like you were a walking dose of melatonin. You stared at his resting face, his eyes furrowing for a moment before relaxing again. With your lips pressed into a small smile, you carefully tried to sit up so you could leave him to rest. His grip on your waist tightened and caused you to stop.

“Where are you going?” He asked without opening his eyes.

“Um, back to my room? To let you sleep?”

He opened one eye, peeking at you before closing it again. “No.”

“No?” This was the first time he ever opposed you leaving. Before, if you ever wanted to leave, he would tell you to close the door on your way out. You figured he enjoyed whatever alone time he gets since it’s so rare now.

“Stay.” Your eyes went wide at his demand. “Nap with me, it’s not like you haven’t done it before.”

You were quiet for a moment before finally sliding off of him and finding your spot on his chest. You’ve napped with him after workouts quite often. It was convenient for you to stay in his bed since you used his shower, after all. But this felt different, more intimate than what you were used to. As you traced random shapes against his skin, watching him relax under this simple touch, you couldn’t ignore the overwhelming feeling of peacefulness. Something about him just felt right. You heard his light snores soon after, listening to his slowed heart rate as he slept. The rhythmic beats put you to sleep once again.

The soft beeps of Jeongguk's phone stirred him awake. He groaned, did an hour pass already? He swore he had just fallen asleep two seconds ago. He leaned back a little, rubbing his eye with the back of his free hand. Your back was against him with barely any space between you. You were a mover whenever you slept, and today you wanted to be close. Most days, you end up on the other side of his bed, practically dangling off the edge despite starting close to him. On other days, you wanted to feel his skin against yours. You were interesting, and he enjoyed that. One of his arms draped along your midriff, where he found his hand casually cupping your breast. This shocked him for a moment before prompting a small, childish, giggle from him. When was the last time he fell asleep next to a woman? Was it you? No way... He has hooked up with other women since you, but has he never spent the night? Oh, man.

Would it be wrong to skip breakfast and morning assignments? He already knew it was his day you watch you while the other members went out and about, and you would probably end up doing this — napping in his bed or stealing his phone to play whatever games he has — anyway. He debated for a moment, looking down at your features as you quietly slept without a worry in mind. He sighed deeply. If he didn’t come, Namjoon would probably find his way up here, and he didn’t want to deal with the mess that would bring. So he reluctantly peeled himself away from you. He was careful, making sure you stayed off in dreamland. After successfully leaving the bed, a skill that would be useful in parenthood, he stood up and grabbed a pair of sweatpants that were nearby. As he grabbed his phone off the bed, he heard a whimper from you. Small and soft, barely apparent had the room not been dead silent. Could you have noticed his presence already gone, or were you in some kind of nightmare? He froze in place — arm outstretched in mid-grab as he tried to steady his balance so he wouldn’t fall. He held his breath, watching as you shifted your position before relaxing again. He let out a soft sigh of relief, and a chuckle followed as he shook his head. He grabbed his phone before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

He headed to his door, quietly opening it just enough to slip through the crack before closing it behind him. All he had to do was get through breakfast so he could return to his rightful spot next to you. Maybe you’ll do the little thing with your nails again that always seemed to knock him out. He rubbed the remaining crust out of his eyes as he started to walk down the hall.

“Oh, hey!” The sudden sound of Jimin’s voice caused the man to jump slightly. Jeongguk turned around to see the blonde who was way too excited for the time being.

Through half-closed lids, Jeongguk grumbled out a low “Hello.”

“Have you seen Y/N?” He asked while pointing his thumb behind him, towards your room. “Jin’s making pancakes, and I wanted to make sure she got some.”

His nose scrunched for a second. Will he ever leave you alone? Ever since Jeongguk suggested him for night duty, Jimin was suddenly nice to you. It was weird, considering he was so for roughing you up to get the code. And now he’s buying you dresses, flirting with you so obviously that it was painful, and making sure you get food. Come on. There’s a line between being courteous and having an interest in someone. All of these concerns were boyfriend things — things Jeongguk should’ve been doing himself. Not saying that Jimin shouldn’t be nice to you, but his niceties should only extend so far. If only Jimin knew how you were laying in his bed half naked, exhausted from the orgasm he just gave you, then maybe he could back the fuck off.

Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it, Jeongguk thought to himself.

“She’s in my bed.”

Well fuck.

Jimin’s eyes widen, then his brows furrowed as he tilted his head to the side slightly. “What—?”

“Just kidding!” Jeongguk quickly said, letting out an awkward chuckle afterward. He could already feel his palms developing a coat of sweat over them. He didn’t know why he was suddenly nervous. Maybe because the chances of Jimin coming out of character and opening that mouth of his to Namjoon was slim to none, but not zero. What if he decided he wanted you to himself and tried to cut Jeongguk out of the picture? He could have a whole plan set up and is just waiting for the perfect moment, collecting evidence to show that Jeongguk has been flirting and getting close to the captive. You were supposed to be just a fuck buddy, solely there because the sex you have is outstanding. But he has now seen sides of you a fuck buddy isn’t supposed to see, sides that opened his eyes a little more than he would’ve liked.

“She’s just showering right now. If you need her that bad, I can go let her know.”

Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment. “You’ve gotten that comfortable with her?”

Jeongguk simply shrugged, “I do hang out with her every other day now, so we are pretty close.” There was a cockiness to his tone as he folded his arms over his chest, a smirk forming on his lips. Despite Jimin’s efforts, the younger will always have a one-up on him for quality time.

The blonde quirked an eyebrow, half a smirk forming on his lips as he let out a soft scoff. “Oh, so you know about where she grew up?” Jeongguk’s smirk instantly dropped and transferred to Jimin’s face. “Or about her favorite anime to watch? Or what about—?”

“Enough,” Jeongguk stated as his brow lowered.

Jimin chuckled as he stepped closer to the other man. “What’s wrong? Starting to realize you know absolutely nothing about your little crush?” Jeongguk remained silent, glaring at him while the realization sunk in. How could he have missed all the most basic information? It was the first step in getting to know someone, and he completely skipped it all because he had a one-night stand with you. He knew how to make you cum and moan for more, but didn’t even know your favorite color.

“You know,” Jimin started, “I wasn’t going after her, I was just trying to be her friend.”

Jeongguk scoffed. “Yeah right, with all the flirting you do? Anyone could spot your interest from a mile away.”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed, “Then let me confirm your suspicions. You, now, have some competition, Jeongguk.” He pushed past the taller man, his shoulder bumping into Jeongguk’s as he made his way to the stairs.

“What happened to she’s a captive, Park?” Jeongguk shot back, turning to face the man.

“She’s a part of the team now, it’s fair game.” He replied before walking down the stairs.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk mumbled to himself. He thought he had the upper hand solely based on the intimacy you two shared. But now since Jimin confirmed his interest in you and knew things about you Jeongguk didn’t even think to ask, what if your interest wavers? What if you decide Jimin is the better fit? He just had to go open his stupid mouth. He didn’t want to think about the possibilities, he couldn’t if he wanted to make sure Namjoon had no clue. He shook his arms and legs as if to rid himself of the want to punch Jimin in his pretty face before continuing his path downstairs.

Once he reached the bottom of the steps, he heard a very familiar giggle. Jeongguk let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes as he prepared himself to encounter the most annoying person. As soon as he turned the corner and walked toward the kitchen, he heard a shrill squeal.

“JeonJeon!!” She squealed again as she ran over to Jeongguk.

He forced a smile, besides feeling her hands pinching at his cheeks. "Ms. Yong-Su—"

“Oh stop it!” She cut him off before playfully slapping his bare chest. “I told you to call me Solar so many years ago.” Her hands then instantly went back to his cheeks, “You make me feel so old JeonJeon!”

Taehyung and Jimin couldn’t help but snicker at the scene in front of them. Solar was the only one in the world who could call Jeongguk that, and he absolutely hated it. He didn’t want to disrespect the women, but it was just a horrid nickname. And it was all because she found out his birth name. Even though he goes by Kim since being adopted, Solar gets a hoot out of Jeon Jeongguk.

He should’ve shot Seokjin in the foot for showing her that.

After the proper assault on Jeongguk’s face, Solar returned to Seokjin’s aid with making breakfast. Jeongguk took a seat in between the giggling Jimin and Taehyung, promptly telling them to shut up as he sunk into his seat.

“Thanks for the warning,” Jeongguk mumbled to Jimin.

A smirk played on the blonde’s lips. “Well, I thought you knew since it seemed like you know everything.”

Jeongguk rolled his eyes as Namjoon finally joined, allowing everyone to sit down and enjoy breakfast while he gave out their assignments. Just as Jeongguk assumed, he was assigned to watch you today. After breakfast, Jeongguk started to gather everyone’s plates to clean up.

“Jeongguk,” Namjoon said just as he set the stack of plates down. The tone he used sent a chill down his spine. He glanced at his elder over his shoulder. “Join me in my office, please.” Please? Something was wrong. Namjoon rarely used the word 'please'. Maybe towards Seokjin and Hoseok, but never anyone younger than him. Jeongguk nodded before following the man to his office. He closed the door behind him as Namjoon sat at his desk.

“I heard some interesting sounds this morning,” he folded his hands neatly on his desk while looking up at his younger. Jeongguk instantly grew tense, already seeing the beginning of the end in his mind. “Care to explain?”

His blood ran cold. What was with everyone today? First Jimin, now Namjoon? Everyone seemed to be on to something, and he could’ve sworn he’s been careful — only having slip-ups when it came to Hoseok and Taehyung. Was he wrong? Was it possible they opened their mouth and told?

These were thoughts for another time. He could visibly see the patience running thin on Namjoon’s face. Keep it cool, he thought to himself.

He shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes glancing to a spot in Namjoon’s office that held a small plum tree. “Maybe it was from Jin’s room. Solar’s here and we both know how they get when they're together.”

Namjoon’s eyebrow quirked for a moment, only for him to nod his head afterward. He could vividly remember the many occurrences where he had to walk out of his room, butt-ass naked occasionally, to tell them to shut the fuck up. Solar is a screamer, and Seokjin seems to be an overachiever. But he knew Seokjin wasn’t here this morning because he was out getting Solar from the airport. So he just let out a sigh. Namjoon could use this to his advantage in the future. He leaned back in his chair before reaching into a drawer and pulling out a piece of paper. He placed it on the desk before sliding it out towards Jeongguk. “There’s a bounty out for her.”

Jeongguk’s eyes grew wide as he stepped forward, almost snatching the paper from him. His eyes hurriedly scanned over the black ink. In large, bold, letters was the word wanted, followed by a CCTV picture of you walking into what he could assume to be your building and a price underneath. “800,000 US dollars?! That’s a little over 1 billion won!” He looked at Namjoon who nodded. 1 billion just to deliver you to a specific address… “This can’t be real.”

He shrugged, leaning back in his chair again. “Someone really wants her.”

Jeongguk slowly put the paper down. His mind was working overtime, trying to figure out a reason why Namjoon shouldn't claim the money. You were useful — he knew so deep down in his gut. He just had to make sure Namjoon knew that. He grew quiet as his brows furrowed.

“This could solve our problems and then some,” Namjoon stated.

He was right, but a bounty of this amount couldn't mean good news for you. No way did this person just want you because they missed you or wanted to know you were safe. Say they handed you in, as soon as the people who made this bounty got what they needed from you, you were probably as good as dead. Namjoon thought the same of you, you were only worth the code in your head, but you deserved so much more.

“Do you think this is more than what’s in the safe?”

Namjoon’s brows furrowed. “1 billion won? You think her father would put that much away for her?”

“We don’t know what her father could’ve put away for her. It could be half a trillion.” Jeongguk watched as Namjoon’s facial expression relaxed, then grew tense again. He was deep in thought, pondering the other’s words. “Do you wanna take that risk for what could be less money?”

"Has she even hinted at anything about the safe?" He suddenly asked. Jeongguk became an icicle. "I know we agreed to do things your way, but nothing is coming from it."

“I just need to spend more time with her, that’s all. She needs to feel comfortable.” Jeongguk was slowly but surely prying you open. You were already comfortable to lay with him, so he just needed to get deeper. “She needs to feel like she’s needed here — like she’s part of the team.”

"But she isn't," Namjoon retorted. "She's useless and already caused trouble even though we agreed that she would be treated as one of us."

“You broke her fucking pinky yesterday and expect her to just drop the code to the safe right after?” Jeongguk scoffed. “You probably set us back ten steps just by doing that shit.”

Namjoon's eyes narrowed, glaring at the other over the lens of his glasses. "Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to me," he said sternly, sending a chill down Jeongguk's spine. He then leaned back into his chair. "She tried to run away and needed to be taught a lesson. Now every time she even thinks of doing something stupid like that, her pinky will twitch. Besides, she couldn't even get a fucking drug run down."

"Maybe that's not where her skills are! She's had everything handed to her her whole life, so stealing wouldn't be something she needed to learn. We know she could fight. We just need to apply her skills to the appropriate situations."Namjoon sighed deeply, taking his glasses off for a moment. He pinched his nose bridge between two fingers to delay the incoming headache. "Why don't we put her on the next mission?" Jeongguk suggested. "We've been scouting that house for weeks, and I just know she would be perfect."

Namjoon glanced at his younger. There was one quality Jeongguk seemed to possess that Namjoon could never grasp; hopefulness. Jeongguk always saw people’s potential rather than taking them as they were. Sometimes he’s right, Hoseok being the prime example, and he hasn’t been wrong until you. He put his glasses back on, “I’ll think about it. You’re dismissed.”

Jeongguk managed to suppress the smirk that wanted to grow on his face. Whenever Namjoon would say he'd think about something, it was practically a yes in disguise. He only said it to keep you on your toes and make you unsure, but Jeongguk knew his brother. He walked out of his office and headed back to the kitchen. After he finished cleaning up, he walked upstairs to his room. He quietly entered. He hoped you didn’t wake up and leave after realizing he wasn’t there. But a glance at his bed laid that fear to rest. He was glad you decided to stay, snuggled into his pillow with half of his blanket dangled over you. He made sure to lock his door before crawling into bed behind you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him before falling asleep again.

You shifted your position a little — changing from your stomach to your side, where your back pressed against Jeongguk’s chest again. Your body was trying to wake you up by making you toss and turn. But you fought it, forcing yourself to stay in your dreamland where a shirtless Jeongguk was riding horseback with an extra cheese pizza in hand. You felt his heavy arm thump across your waist, only taking you out of your precious dream for a second. You managed to return safely, finally getting comfortable…

“Ahh!~”

What the fuck?

One of your eyes shot open at the sound. Was that…? No. It was probably something from your dreams. Maybe Jeongguk stepped on a crab or something, causing such a high-pitched sound to come from him. In reality, the quiet snores from the man behind you confirmed the sound was definitely from your dreams. Silence fell over the room once again, prompting your eyes to close. You fell into slumber once again with ease.

“Oh my god!~” Your eyes shot open again. OK, that was definitely too high to be anywhere near Jeongguk’s voice. Is someone moaning right now? So loudly that you wouldn’t be surprised if they were getting banged right against the door. Who had the absolute audacity to do such a thing? They had to know other people lived in this house.

"Oh god, oh god... Jin!~" The high-pitched squeal caused a groan to part from your throat. Fucking Jin. For some reason, you pictured Hoseok or even Jimin having obnoxiously loud sex. Seokjin seemed too uptight to even gaze at a pair of boobs. Has it finally started? The inevitable downside of living with a group of men? Why wouldn't Seokjin wait until later to enjoy his sexual hobbies? It was 11 in the morning! The moans continued, growing louder at particular points before calming down for a second before starting up again. Jeongguk finally let out a guttural groan. He pulled the arm wrapped around your middle even closer as if it was possible.

"God, not again," he mumbled. His lips were by your ear, his breath gently ticking you. Jeongguk's morning voice was nothing to mess around with. You noticed it earlier when you first entered his room but were too encased in the thought of revenge to enjoy it. Now that you were relaxed, and your mind was empty, you could appreciate it in all of its glory. It was deep and gravelly, but it wasn't rough at all. His tone was still soft, dipped in sleepiness. After he released the grip on you, he turned onto his back and stretched out his limbs.

“Again?” You questioned as you turned to face him. “As in this happens often?” You room right next to the man, and since you’ve been here, it’s been nothing but silence.

He nodded his head as he hummed. “Solar’s here, so Jin is making up for the missed time.”

There was another obnoxiously loud moan that dragged out. The look you shared with Jeongguk was one of utter disgust. Seokjin was akin to an older brother to Jeongguk, so as happy as he was to know he was finally getting some, he was just as easily disgusted to hear the odd low grunt or moan coming from Seokjin. For you, hearing someone having intercourse always made you remarkably uncomfortable. Sure, it was a very human thing to do, and you participated in the activity yourself. But living by yourself, you didn't have to worry about hearing a roommate getting it on. It felt so wrong, so forbidden, so... dirty. It was an intimate act shared between two people, and hearing it made you feel like a third.

Jeongguk glanced at you, watching the slow wave of discomfort wash over your face. You looked stuck for a moment as if you were trying to drown out the noise with only your mind. "Come on," he said suddenly while getting up. He picked up your shirt from the floor and tossed it to you before picking up his own.

You caught the t-shirt and pushed yourself up. You tried drowning out the moans that seemed to be getting louder by the second with some conversation since just pretending it wasn’t there failed. “Where are we going?” You asked as you slid the oversized material on your body.

He did the same as he walked towards one of his windows. “Somewhere where we can’t hear this shit.” He opened his blinds, allowing sunlight to enter the incredibly dim room. He then opened his window and crawled through it. He looked at you, assuming he was standing on some part of the roof, outstretching an offering hand to you. “Come on.”

Come on, he said like he wasn't just asking you to crawl out of a window. You acted tough, walking towards him where you took his hand. You climbed onto the window-sill where your body began to give you away. You started to tremble as fear coursed through you. Now, you didn't necessarily have a fear of heights, it was when the chance of falling came into play. You hated the feeling of it, never knowing when the ground was going to come. Being suspended in midair as seconds felt like hours until you're untimely doom was horrid. As you gripped Jeongguk's hand for dear life, resulting in a quirked eyebrow from him, you were suddenly reminded of those coming-of-age movies. You know, the one where the teen sneaks out to see their significant other or go out with their friends where something life-changing happens? It felt like you were the star, and in front of you was your best friend who always had the worst ideas. You've always wondered what it was like to sneak out of a window, but now you could tell this was not for you. You never needed to do so anyway. Your father's home was heavily guarded as a teen, so sneaking out of a window was instant game over. You preferred picking locks, considering it was much easier to bribe some guards with doe eyes instead of running from attack dogs.

Jeongguk watched as you made each precise move. He chuckled softly, realizing this may have been your first time climbing out of a window. “Are you scared?” He asked.

“No!” You quickly shot back despite the death grip on his hand and the window sill. “I ain’t scared of anything,” you mumbled to yourself. After firmly placing your bare feet on the rough textured tile you glared up at the man. “See!” You gestured to your feet as if to prove your point to him, but you were proving it to yourself. It wasn’t as bad as you thought.

Jeongguk let out a laugh until he heard the quiet cracking of the tile beneath your feet. All at once, you were wrapped in that dreaded feeling. A squeal escaped your lips as you lost your balance. Lucky enough, Jeongguk was quick to act. He reached out and grabbed your arm, pulling you forward with more force than needed. Your body collided with his, and your arms wrapped around his torso tightly. You were panting heavily, trying to calm the quickened thuds of your heart as you heard the tile hit the ground below you. Adrenaline worked through your veins as you glanced down at what could’ve easily been you.

“I guess I should’ve told you to watch your step, huh?” Jeongguk said, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

Your eyes narrowed as you looked up at him. “You think?!” You took another glance at the tile on the floor. “I could’ve fucking died!”

A chuckle escapes his lips. With a hand placed firmly on your lower back, he used the other to close the window. “You’re so dramatic. If anything, you would’ve bruised something.”

“I could’ve broken a leg! Or an ankle!” Jeongguk laughed at you again, prompting an eye roll from you. “Oh haha, I’m glad you find my pain amusing.” Fed up with his cute giggles, you placed a hand on his chest and pushed at him. He stumbled back, freeing you of his grasp. “Get off of me,” you pouted. Jeongguk’s laughter died as he raised his hands in the air, showing his compliance with your demand. “Yeah, keep those hands where I can—”

Somehow, you lost your balance again. Your feet weren’t used to the slight curve of the tile. You let out another squeal as your arms wailed desperately in a circle, hoping to keep yourself from delaying the inevitable at this point. This was it. You were going to fall and hit the ground, cracking your skull open on the cement as you watched the world around you fade to black. And the last person you were going to see was Jeongguk. It was a bittersweet feeling. He wasn’t the first person you’d want to see before you die but wasn’t the last. Just as you were about to accept fate, Jeongguk came to the rescue. He grabbed the material of your shirt this time before yanking you toward him once again. Your arms wrapped around his body just as tightly as you shut your eyes.

Jeongguk could feel you trembling again. Your little hands gripped onto as much of his shirt as you could, trying to anchor yourself to him. “It’s alright,” he cooed as he stroked your hair. “I got you.” Suddenly, something inside of you shifted. Your heart was no longer thudding from nearly falling to your doom, but now a different type of falling. You squeezed his shirt in your hands as your face hid in his chest. You started feeling a little more at ease with him being so gentle.

“Fuck you,” you mumbled. It was a self-defense mechanism. You felt small, and you didn’t like feeling that way. It was scary feeling yourself grow this comfortable with someone who may have had ill intentions at a point.

“That could be arranged.” You could practically hear the smirk on his lips.

“Ugh, shut up. You’re so gross.”

“That’s not what you said this morning.”

Your eyes suddenly opened wide with shock as you finally looked up at the man. “Jeongguk!” All he did was offer you a cheeky grin. The happiness spread from his system to yours, forcing you to suppress the smile that desperately wanted to form.

“You know you like it,” he said confidently while winking at you.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the singular butterfly that fluttered in your stomach. He was so annoying, making you feel these things. “So are we actually gonna go somewhere or was your plan just to stand on the roof?”

“We are going somewhere,” he stated, “but that all depends on if you’re good to walk.”

“I am!” You answered quickly, but you slowly released your grip on him. You didn’t dare to take a step away from him, considering what happened the last two times.

Once you let go of Jeongguk, he turned you around and guided you along the rooftop. You went at an unhurried pace. His hand was secured to your waist, just for safe measures. Each step you took was deliberate and cautious. The feeling of Jeongguk’s hand did help your confidence quite a bit. He stopped walking, causing you to stop as well. He turned you around to face him before lifting you with ease. You climbed onto a separate portion of the roof, crawling on your hands and knees until you reached a section far from the edge. You sat down, and Jeongguk joined you soon after. He laid down next to you while letting out an enormous sigh of relief.

You sat next to him, enjoying the quietness for a moment. There were normal sounds such as birds chirping and some cars passing by. It was a beautiful morning, sunny and warm, so there were bound to be people out. Neighbors had their conversation, and kids played in their respective yards, unaware of what happened in a house a few hundred feet away from them. How could they feel OK with others beating people up and kidnapping them in a wholesome neighborhood? At least your dad had the common courtesy to commit his atrocities on a private acre of land.

“You grew up here?” You asked as you glanced over your shoulder at the man.

Despite his eyes being closed as he took in the warm sun, Jeongguk shook his head as he answered, “No.” He opened one of his eyes, peeking at you briefly before closing them again. “We moved here a couple of years ago. This place is cheaper to keep up compared to my childhood home.”

“Ah, I see… Have you always lived with so many people?” Having such a full house was odd to you. For years, there were three people maximum in your home. You never had to wait for a bathroom to be available or have someone around at all times. Privacy seemed scarce, and even when you thought you had some, someone was always there a few rooms away.

Jeongguk shook his head again. “Nah, it was me and Namjoon for a while, like most of my teen years, then we started acquiring more people.”

“Wow, you guys must be close friends.”

“Brothers,” he corrected nonchalantly.

“Brothers?!” You looked at Jeongguk, who peeked at you through one eye again before nodding. You stared at his face while trying to picture Namjoon’s layered on top of it. Brothers? Was there some miniature resemblance that you missed?

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your perplexed expression. He gave it a minute, letting you work through your thoughts before finally chiming in. “I’m adopted.”

"Ooooh," you drawled out as you nodded. "That makes sense." You returned your gaze ahead of you before sitting in silence once again.

Jeongguk noticed the quiet falling between the two of you, deciding that maybe this would be the perfect moment to get to know you. He opened his eyes and sat up. "Where did you grow up?"

You blinked a couple of times before glancing back at the man. It was a little weird for him to suddenly ask questions about your life, especially since you'd been hanging out for almost a week. What was with the sudden interest? Nonetheless, you didn’t want to leave him hanging.

“Um, by an ocean. My room had the most incredible view of the sea,” a small smile formed on your lips as you began to remember. “Every night I would watch the sunset. It was my favorite. But we had to move.”

“Oh? How come?”

Your smile slowly faded as the last time you saw your mother's face flashed before your eyes — trapped underneath a car, smiling despite the tears staining her dirt-covered cheeks. Her smile was still a beacon of light even in the worst situation. Tears started to brim your eyes before quickly wiping them away. "Family issues," you said vaguely.

Jeongguk noticed how your energy changed, feeling a deep sadness radiating from you. He knew whatever happened was more severe than just some family issues, but he decided not to push it. It wasn’t the right time to share your trauma.

“What’s your favorite color?” He asked, desperate to keep the conversation going in some way.

You sniffled as you glanced back at him, letting out a small chuckle. “What?”

“What’s your favorite color? I’m pretty sure everyone has one.”

“What’s yours?”

“I don’t have one,” he said with a shrug.

You stared at him for a moment, and he stared back at you, mirroring your expression. A few seconds passed before you erupted into laughter. You attempted to cover your mouth with your hand as a smile cracked on Jeongguk’s lips. He felt a growing warmth in his heart as he watches you laugh so hard that tears form in your eyes again. The only kind of tears he would ever want to see in your eyes. As you calmed down, you looked at him with your wide smile lingering.

“It’s lilac,” you sniffle as you wipe the remaining tears from your eyes. “Or any kind of pastel color.”

“Lilac,” Jeongguk repeats, almost absentmindedly. His smile broaden just a bit as he tilted his head to the side. He swore he’s never seen anything as beautiful as you — how the sun hit the highest points of your skin and how your hair blew in the wind. He would never grow tired of looking at you. “Pretty, just like you.”

You stared at him before laughing again, reaching out to push him playfully, a poor attempt to mask the warmth flooding your cheeks. “You’re so dumb.”

That definitely should’ve been an insult, but the grin on your lips made him think otherwise. Your tone was sweet, almost filled with tenderness, which was nothing like when Namjoon would use that exact sentence. To be called dumb by you, with that smile, was the greatest form of praise he could ever hear.

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes before returning to his original position. He placed his hands behind his head as he stared up at the sky. “I’m dumb but you still hang out with me.”

"That's because you're my favorite kind of dumb," you said as you lay next to him.

“Oh yeah?” He scoffed. “And what kind of dumb is that?”

"The kind where you make me laugh until I cry," you beamed as you turned your head to look at him. You watched him shake his head despite the smile on his lips. You also looked up at the sky, watching as the clouds peacefully drifted against the endless blue.

“I have another question for you,” he said.

“What? Is it what’s my favorite food?”

“I— What?” He stuttered for a moment, chuckling softly. “I mean yeah, I guess that too.”

"It's chicken tenders." He let out a laugh. "Hey, get really drunk one night and tell me some chicken tenders and fries don't hit!"

“Alright, I’ll take your word for it. But, um,” Jeongguk cleared his throat for a second. Things have calmed down a lot since yesterday, and being out here with you was so much fun. He didn’t want to ruin the mood, but he was curious. He had to know for himself. “Why did you try to run away?”

You went silent for a moment, not expecting such a serious question. “I still feel like a captive,” you admitted. “I know the only reason why I'm here and not dead is that you guys need the code to the safe. You need me alive, or you get no money. I’m not dumb.”

Jeongguk nodded his head. At least you knew why Namjoon still had you alive. “How do you feel like a captive?”

“You guys literally take turns watching me just in case I try to escape. Like I—”

“But you did try to escape,” he said with furrowed brows. “You proved that you did need someone to stay with you just for that reason.” You fell silent again. Being here wasn’t ideal, of course, but you just took ten steps back from gaining their trust. “And if I’m being honest, what you call a plan of escape was pretty stupid.” Your eyes went wide as you turned your head to look at his side profile. “I mean honestly, where were you going to go?”

“Shut up,” you said with a glare. “I was in the moment. I didn’t think Hobi was going to hit me.” You almost cringed at the feeling of his nickname leaving your lips. To be fair, you never thought Hoseok had any combat training, to begin with. He was always so nice to you, with what seemed to be a permanent smile. He may have joked around with you yesterday, teasing you about your crush on Jeongguk, but it still felt a little forced.

“You’re not good at escaping, are you?”

Your brows furrowed, and your nose scrunched as you sat up. "That's because I've never been caught! I wasn't taught how to escape because I was taught to make sure I'm never in that predicament! You guys just got lucky."

“Oh, that’s what you’re calling it? What if you’re just not as badass as you seem to be?” He asked calmly, glancing over at you. Jeongguk was curious as to why the well-known mafia princess hasn’t busted her way out of this place yet or hadn’t had her endless amount of followers come to her rescue. Besides the bounty, it’s like you disappeared off the face of the map. Was no one looking for you?

“I’m not a badass?”

You watched as he sat up, resting his arms on his propped-up legs. “Let’s see, you got kidnapped by a ‘nobody’ gang, and had two unsuccessful escape attempts. So I'm thinking that no, you’re not as badass as you try so hard to be.”

Your tongue briefly poked at the inside of your cheeks before looking at the sky again. You nodded your head. Did you agree with him? Absolutely not. He watched you before letting out a chuckle. Jeongguk could see you were getting frustrated, it was all over your face. He may have let his button-pushing tendencies get ahold of him. "So that's it? No pushback?"

"I'm not fighting you because I have nothing to prove to you." You shrugged before leaning back into your elbows. "You said what you said and I'm gonna let you have it." You were confident that the only reason why you were here in the first place was due to over-exhaustion. The night they kidnapped you, you were already past your physical limits. Fighting three guards, plus Hongjoong, then getting choked out? Someone could've blown on you, and you would've passed out. But that was beside the point. Being here was like a vacation almost. A heavily guarded vacation, but it was nothing you weren't used to. You're staying because you want to and not because of the responsibilities you have to face as soon as you go back.

Jeongguk raised an eyebrow slightly. He wasn’t going to admit that this confidence was a turn-on. So he scoffed, “Sounds pussy to me.”

Your eye twitched before looking at him. You completely forgot what an asshole he can be.“You just love riling me up, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” he said with a stupid smile on his lips as he stretched the word out. “You do this cute little nose scrunch, and sometimes you make a little fist with your hands. So cute and small.”

You groaned, looking away from him as the heat stained your cheeks. Him and that stupid smile. The same stupid smile that made your heart flutter like some lovesick high schooler. “Fuck you,” you muttered. It was sad that was your only line of defense whenever your heart was in control. Stupid thing hardly knew the difference between right and wrong before things were too late.

You felt Jeongguk’s chest press against your shoulder as he lay next to you. He placed his finger on your cheek before turning your head towards him. He smirked as he looked down at you, his fingers cupping your chin while his thumb rested against your lower lip. “Like I said earlier,” he leaned in as his voice lowered to a whisper, “that could be arranged.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then started a trail down to your neck.

The feeling of his lips trailing over your skin left you in shambles. It was a shame your angry exterior so effortlessly diminished into nothing but tiny giggles. How could you fold so quickly when it came to him? “On the roof?!”

“I mean,” he mumbled against your skin before pulling away to look at you. “If you’re kinky,” he wiggled his brows before returning to your neck.

You let out a squeal as you laughed. “Oh my god, get off of me!” After a few more kisses on your neck, he pulled away. The both of you giggled as you looked at each other, seeing a fondness in his eyes that made you flutter. “I hope you know you’re still an asshole.”

“Oh, I know,” he grinned, his thumb caressing your cheek, “but you like it.” Before you could answer, he leaned down and kissed your lips. You inhaled deeply, all further rebuttals erased from your mind as you melted into him. He placed his hand on your waist and pulled you into him as your hand rested on the side of his face. Why did being here, at this moment, feel so right?

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Moonchild

Chapter 2: Make it right

OT7xYN Kim SeokjinxYN Kim NamjoonxYN Min YoongixYN Jung HoseokxYN Kim TaehyungxYN Park JiminxYN Jeon Jungkookx YN

TW: Mentions of violence, mafia related language, mentions of weapons,heartbreak.

Jimin felt like he was suffocating.

He knew the other members would be grateful to have an excuse to stay in the room with you, to have a reason you couldnt leave them again right away, but Jimin was not them. He needed time to sort out his emotions, he needed time to let it sink in that you were there, in front of them, in the actual flesh. The fact his brothers seemed to be keeping themselves well composed just managed to infuriate him more. He felt a hand on his shoulder and a whisper in his ear

“ Let's go out into the hallway, they’ve got this under control.'' It was Taehyung, already guiding him out of the room , not waiting for Jimin to respond. It was clear Tae needed to breathe as much as him, but he didn't miss the longing look he threw in your direction before closing the door behind them. Neither daring to breathe until they heard the door latch behind them.

Jungkook could feel the excitement coursing through his veins and dancing with electricity under his skin with the fact that you were speaking to him. Logically he knew it was only because he was in charge of weapons, and you were the weapons dealer. But none the less you had to interact with him. He had seen the surprise in your face, if only just for a moment, when Namjoon had consulted Jungkook and allowed him to take over . You asked every question professionally and knowledgeable, and he answered. Both of you manage to get lost in your conversation and ignore the others for a few. He was being selfish, he knew , but he was terrified that if he stopped asking questions, if you became aware of the situation again then you would run away like a scared animal .He wondered if Jin would be able to help you relax , or if you would see right through him but jungkook was desperate, he had to take the risk.

“ Hey, Jin, could you check this out?” casually holding the paper over his shoulder knowing his hyung would be nearby. He felt you stiffen the slightest bit but remain professional.

“ I assure you gentlemen that all outlines have been drafted to best suit your wants and needs , and will ensure expansion for both Bangtan and our company” you say , straightening out your papers, not making eye contact with Jin, barely even sparing him a look

“ You certainly have an intimate understanding of what we came here for , that much is obvious, '' Jin mused , cocking his eyebrow, shocking both you and jungkook. “ But that manages to make me feel more sure of this collaboration, it looks fool proof to me.” He places the paper down and awkwardly puts his hands in his pockets.

“ And you're doing really great YN, you seem really in your element, and it's great to see you flourishing” he says nonchalantly, causing Jungkook to suck in a breath of air. Jungkook was terrified that addressing the situation at hand would scare you away. You, on the other hand, didn't seem to skip a beat.

“ If a girl didn't know better , I think you were just saying that to make me more pliable to your negotiations. You wouldn't do that, of course, would you Seokjin?’

“ I wouldn't dream of it YN.” Jin shoots back immediately. Jungkook notes that while he managed to make you more relaxed in the situation as he had hoped, he was now trapped between the two of them.

Jin was relieved when Jungkook had called for him, not only giving him an excuse to break out of his thoughts but to have a reason to speak to you. It was a simple enough conversation but it left him clinging on to every word, thirsty for more. He had always imagined the first interaction with you when you returned would be more dramatic, and the lack of reaction from anyone including Hoseok made him uncomfortable . Shouldn’t they be, don’t know, doing more? Nothing short of begging you to stay? He knew there was no way he would be able to let you go after this .

Hoseok had never been more on edge in his life, making him ready to pounce at any moment. Even the people who were not members of Bangtan, and knew better, could sense that he was not to be disturbed. Choosing to stay out of the frenzy of the meeting he decided to step back and observe the scene in front of him. Under any other circumstances he would be disgusted by his members at this moment. They were all pining after you at the moment, even if not directly so. People who didn't know better wouldn't have seen it, but Hoseok thought they all looked like stray dogs, begging for affection. Namjoon had at least the dignity to keep his face blank, only the occasional ticking of his jaw muscle gave anything away from his current state. Jimin and Tae couldn't even hold it together enough to stay for the meeting, annoying Hoseok , seeing as it was just more ground for him to cover. Jungkook was looking at you with his eyes begging for you, even if his words did not match. Jin was with you two, notably working to be his most charming self . Most interestingly Yoongi was more focused on Hoseok than you. Yoongi obviously didn't understand that in your presence he could calm the violence, he clearly thought that this would mean Hoseok would be out of control , but he was wrong.

Through all of this Hoseok knew that if he let himself slip for even a moment , he would have been the worst of them. You looked amazing, not in a strictly pleasing to the eye, superficial way, but in a way you held yourself and the air about you had Hoseok longing for you.He hoped he would one day get the chance to ask how you ended up here, working in weapons and in turn right here in front of them again.

If you were the eye of the storm, Yoongi was the hurricane. His emotions bubbling up under the surface so intensely that he could physically feel the ache . He was silently relieved he had to keep an eye on Hoseok, giving him something else to focus on. Yoongi had a deep understanding that he and Hoseok were more similar than anyone knew, and in turn feared what these emotions may be doing for the impulsive Hoseok. Hoseok did manage to surprise him by looking oddly calm, or at least as calm as Hoseok could look.Leave it to Hoseok to feel the most comfortable in a time of chaos. Namjoon had asked Yoongi to keep an eye on Hoseok before they had even left, before they had known you were going to be there and now he had to focus on Hoseok and not you and a part of him resented Hoseok and Namjoon for it. He longed for a moment to look you in the eyes and convey that he was begging you for forgiveness and couldn't let you leave him again, that you couldn't leave them again. He considered ditching his post on being Hoseok's babysitter and doing just that but he feared the moment he let his guard down on Hoseok, that Hoseok would ruin everything. Bangtan, the deal, and worse of all another chance with you.

To say Namjoon felt on edge would be an understatement. He could feel his jaw getting sore from how hard he was clenching it. One of the many internal battles he was fighting at the moment was wanting this meeting to be over as soon as possible, but also the need to keep you here for as long as possible. Namjoon had watched Jungkook slip into his professional persona and effortlessly converse with you, and even managed to subtly bring Jin into their conversation. To any one but Bangtan and you, it looked like a strictly professional meeting. Namjoon would grow dizzy whenever he looked around the room at his team. Everyone of them shooting you their own signature longing look, and Namjoon wondered how you remained so strong under every single one of their gazes.

Namjoon heard the door open and relatch and look up to see Jimin and Taehyung reentering the room. He made eye contact with Tae who gave him a half apologetic smile and he glanced at Jimin who refused to make eye contact but had shame written all over his face. He looked over and saw you staring, taking in every moment of this short interaction and understanding what was happening. You shot him a soft warning look, that he would have missed if he hadn't been staring at you, and watched as you effortlessly slid back into your professional conversation as if nothing happened. This interaction, no matter how short, tugged at Namjoons heart. Even after all these years they fell into a routine of conversations with only quick glances.

Upon first seeing you, and how much you had changed, Namjoon had feared that you weren't going to be the same YN he knew and loved. Maybe those years and years had made them strangers. In spite of that, Namjoon now saw that you remained the same person at the core . Really, now that he thought about it, that applied to every member as well. The years had changed everyone, but still remained the same group at the core of their being.

What you hoped Bangtan didn't know, is with every longing look, you long with the same ferocity. Hurt and pride would never let you act on it,but you wished you could act like nothing happened. Act like you had been gone for merely hours, and not years, to just keep living life together as you all had before. Unfortunately, for you, time has continued to break your heart, not heal it . You did find yourself shocked at the revelation that you still knew these boys in an intimate way that they didn't know themselves. You could still read every body movement, and knew what to anticipate from them. You had only spoken directly to Jin and Jungkook, but fell into comfortable conversation, even if it was strictly professional. You were even proud of yourself for your wit in your flirty interaction with Jin. You have no idea where you had found the strength in yourself to speak so easily to them but you like to think it was because you were stronger than you thought yourself and not because your walls were already coming down.

You couldn't pinpoint why, but something about the noise of the door when Jimin and Taehyung returned to the room, snapped you out of the calm state you were in. It wasn't that it was necessarily those boys in particular that got your heart beating faster than any of the others would, it was that they were all in a room with you. First time in 5 years that you had been in a room with all 7 of your ex lovers. You panicked even more when you were able to quickly catch Namjoons annoyance and shoot him a look, communicating with him to leave it be, this was hard for everyone, don't make it harder. It was also terrifying how easily she found herself doing that, like it was a normal thing to do, like it had never stopped. She was genuinely panicking , having to consciously control her breathing to a slow steady rhythm. Her panic grew even worse when she realized that her boss had said her name.

“ I'm sorry, sir?” She was grateful her voice came out calm and even.

“ I was saying that I know we can count on you to wrap up on negotiations without us at the moment, as I fear our attention is needed elsewhere” Her boss, Mr Choi said , standing up and straightening out his suit. “ I assure you gentleman YN is the best of the best with our company and we are leaving you in fully capable hands.”

She stands and slightly bows to Mr. Choi, silently begging him not to leave her alone. If ever mind reading could work it needed to be now, what had she done to deserve such torture? She would have to get through it though, she wouldn't let today ruin her career even if it ruined her life. “ Yes , absolutely sir, all amendments have been completed and i'm pleased to say this will prove to be a symbiotic relationship for all who are involved”

With that they took their leave after bowing and saying their polite farewells to Bangtan. Leaving her standing there, in front of the seven men who were complete strangers. Leaving her completely vulnerable and feeling like she was a specimen to be dissected. She decided to keep it strictly professional, get in and out, and refuse to breach any other topic but the deal at hand. With what she felt was great courage she stood up and cleared her throat. “ Thank you gentleman, if I could draw your attention to page five for a moment, I would like to clarify a few points and then we can move on with our deal?” It came out as a slight, weak question and she hated it.

She finds herself grateful Namjoon speaks up, and sticks to professionalism. “ Yes , assuming it works as a subscription, a fee gets us availability to certain resources, but additional fees for add ons. We agree and accept the terms.” He pauses and as an afterthought adds “ And we look forward to seeing more of you.”

The whole room shifts at his change in language.

“ I have many capable coworkers and you will have the chance to work with many people who are very well versed in their fields to ensure you get the best out of this arrangement.” She adds carefully, hoping to draw the line and remain professional. She could barely hear herself speak as her heart was beating so loudly in her ears.

Yoongi speaks up, continuing her torture. “ Yes absolutely , we look forward to it but your boss seems very sure of your capabilities and we would like to utilize YOUR skill set, and how it may best serve Bangtan. For the sake of the contract, of course.” he says smoothly , almost coldly. She looks at him and silently begs him not to do this, but one look and you know he isnt going to stand down. She lets out a long breath and sits down, finally, deciding that all professionalism is out of the window and the best thing she could do was level with them and draw a line in the sand.

“ Please , can we stick to the contract? I would really appreciate that.” She says, clearly defeated, not looking at anyone but clearly addressing everyone.

Jimin scoffs in the corner. “ That's it? After all this time you're going to act like nothing happened like we're nothing? How can you sit in the same room and be so cold to us YN?” You can tell he's nearly hysterical. He's always been in tuned with his emotions and never bothered hiding them , so you can't blame him for being able to do that now of all times.

“ With all do forgiveness, sir , I don't recall any actions I ever took to make you gentlemen feel that way.” She manages to keep her voice calm, but she can feel anger bubbling up and keeps trying to swallow like somehow that will repress it.

“ Jesus YN '' She was shocked to hear Yoongi. “ I was going to leave it this is just too much, please don’t be this way.”

“ He's right,” Namjoon agrees. “ We need to settle this whether it be for professional or personal reasons, otherwise we will not be able to move forward with this deal.”

“ Are you insinuating you won't go ahead with the deal unless I give in and let you guys interrogate me?” The anger was now rising in her voice.

“ YN you know that's not what he means, stop being stubborn and let's talk.” Hoseok says with a softness that's only ever been reserved for her, and at times his Bangtan members. She will admit it almost makes her give in, for she knows the plea behind it.

“ Fine” She sighs out dejectedly “ But I want to make it clear that I'm doing this for the sake of a better work environment, not for you guys personally.”

“ I understand, “ Namjoon says calmly and softly, and she nods at him, making it clear that they were free to state their cases now.

“ We miss you, YN. I miss you.. Why di…” Jungkook speaks first ,always leading with his emotions first, she couldn't help but be grateful that hasn't changed.

“ I had to leave, Jungkook. You guys gave me no other choice” She knows her words hurt when Jungkook's winces and Jin grabbing his arms in comfort.

“ No it's not like you ever spoke to us about leaving, it's not like we were given any explanation. We weren't even given a chance to make anything right, to work it out.” Taehyung pleads. It hits her he truly doesn't understand, they don’t know that she knows. She almost feels guilty for a moment before remembering she's the one who was wronged. She makes direct eye contact with Namjoon, surprising him with the intensity of the stare.

“ I know about my brother, Namjoon.” she drops this information as if she was stating that the sky was blue. Honestly , Namjoon and the others would have preferred anger with that statement, somehow her tone made it sound threatening.

“ Fuck, YN we had to do it for you dammit, it was for your own good!!” Hoseok doesn't bother denying anything, why should he.

“ Don't feed me that, Hoseok, the only reason you did it was your own selfish needs and your need for violence. You didn’t ask questions because you didn’t care because you wanted to do that to him. I know you better than that.” She barks at him

“ Youre right, I loved bashing that fuckers head in because the things he did to you, I-” Hoseok cuts off , interrupted by Namjoon.

“ Enough, Hoseok!” he yells, obviously angry at him for destroying the peace. “ You're right, YN, we had to take care of the situation with your brother. The only reason we took so long to do it and allowed us to steal from us for so long was because he was your brother.” YN winces at the past tense. “ While we had plenty of personal reasons for wanting your brother dead, I assure you our actions are professionally motivated and not for our personal satisfaction.”

“ Though it was pretty satisfying.” Hoseok says cockily, surprisingly Yoongi nodding in agreement.

“ Stop it guys. We aren't taking her feelings into account so you're being selfish right now.” Taehyung pipes in. Oh her sweet Tae, she always loved him for his profound empathy and couldn't help but be grateful for him at that moment. She knew her resolve was breaking. She took a few breaths while everyone contemplated for a moment.

She decided there was no point in beating around the bush and it was time to lay everything out , for the sake of moving on.

“ You guys don’t understand. It's not just lying, it's not just betrayal. You guys have always had each other, you still had each other when I left. A long deep history together, I have no past besides my brother, I had no one but you guys and him. No matter how much of a shitty person he was, he was a great brother, my brother , and he raised me. You guys never spoke to me about the possibility and I thought you guys cared too much about me to do that. So , with that action you showed my worth to you and took away a part of me, I lost everything.”

“ You don’t understand , YN it wasn't-” Jimin begins exasperated , but she cuts him off

“ You're right, I don't understand how someone can say they love someone and then disrespect them on such a deep level. I had to deal with that sevenfold.” While her voice came out cool and calculated , her words dipped in venom, making more than one member scared about how far this was going to escalate.

Namjoon had been allowing things to play out to this point, letting the other members say things they've waited 5 years to say, but he recognized it was time for him to play the part as the leader and not as the broken hearted ex partner of YN.

“ You have every right to feel that way YN. Absolutely every right to have been hurt. With that being said, my duty to Bangtan came first and you always knew and respected that. You know the life we live, and that code helped you live a very comfortable life. I will not deny that we went against your wishes , and that we should have informed you earlier. The only thing I can do is tell you in complete honesty that the murder of your brother was not for personal gain, but for Bangtan as a whole.”

“ Miscommunication has a habit of making a fool out of us all.” Seokjin adds, sliding down into one of the office chairs , defeated.

YN almost opened her mouth to argue that this went way beyond miscommunication, but she found herself unable to. One look around the room revealed every man and how broken they really were. Admittedly , you had never taken a moment to think about how they felt, as you had let your grief consume you and bloom into anger. What made her even angrier is she felt her resolve melting away. As much as she was hurt, these were the people she loved.

Looking around the room she realized nothing had changed. She was still madly in love with the way Namjoon’s earring moved every time he clenched that muscle in his jaw and radiated comfort. Still Madly in love with the way Seokjin managed to take up so much space with his wide shoulders, and big personality. Still in love with Yoongi’s nail biting and the way he always looked like he had somewhere better to be. Still in love with the way Hoseok never stood still , the way his eyes constantly calculated everything around him.The way Jimin’s sleeves always fell too far and hung over his hands, the way that you knew he needed to be loved even when he didn't. Still in love with the way Taehyung filled a room with childish wonder and sweet understanding. Still in love with Jungkook’s big pleading eyes, and the way he was a dichotomy of softness in a rough package.

Her brother had once told her that you know you're in love with someone when it's the smallest details that have you completely devoted to them. She's sure he shared this wisdom with her never knowing that it would apply to his sister and his murderers, but it was still true and she knew every one of them still felt the same.

“ Even if we wanted to, we couldn't go back to the way things were. Things are never going to be the same and there's so much healing to be done.” She sighs

“ You're right, things will never be the same. They'll never go back to normal.” Namjoon admits, surprising you. “ But it's never easy even in the best relationships but if you have the will and the love, you find a way to make it work.”

“ Everyone of us is in this room is fucked up, absolutely insane. Of course it's never going to be a normal relationship.” Yoongi says with the gummy smile that made her want to throw her arms around him.

“ YN wouldn't want it any other way.” Hoseok adds laughing. “ And you wouldn't know what to do with it. “

She can't help but smile. “You guys have had eachother this whole time to comfort each other while i had to survive on my own, i don't know if there's any recovering from that.”

“ No there absolutely isn't , and that's something we wanted to protect you from in the first place. '' Jimin hugs himself and takes a deep breath. “ I don't blame you for leaving now that I know. Doesn't mean i wish you hadn't.”

“ He's right .” Namjoon leans forward and looks YN directly in the eyes . “ Turns out you were the glue that holds us together and we have become not much more than strangers who know each other well. That's our fault and our job to fix that, not yours, but I think we would all be willing to do it with or without you. I hope it's with you, in any capacity you can afford us.”

She knew she was too prideful, and the only reason she hadn't already given in was her pride. Yes, being around them was going to hurt, but she was already hurting. If this turned out to be a good idea, then she could be happy again, because five years on her own and away from them had done nothing for her healing journey. She needed them, she realized.

Then she speaks , she speaks a sentence that gives everyone more hope than they have dared to have in all those years.

“ I want to start building a future with you guys, but I'm going to need time. I need you to remain professional when necessary and I need time. This isn't going to work itself out overnight. Can you guys do that for me ?”

“Anything for you YN.”

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01: The Deal

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01: The Deal

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"A string that pulled me,

Out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar.

Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire.

Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons...

One single thread of gold tied me to you."

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"Bye baby. Mama will be back soon. Love you," you say as you kiss your child's cheek and hand him over to your neighbour. "Ah yeah, don't worry about him. I will take him to the doctor today, he will be alright," she says, hugging the baby tightly as he rests his head on her shoulder. Eun Jae is having a fever all of the sudden. You can't take him to the hospital due to your work, so your ah jumma is taking him there. "Thank you so much, ah jumma," you say as you turn to leave after ruffling your one and half year old's hair.

You say your goodbye to her and leave for work. Today is Saturday, the most busy day in your club. It's the weekend, so every rich chaebol or person is either out in clubs or with their families. The club you work in is one of the most famous ones in your town. It's also a hot spot for many rich men because of the outstanding strippers it has. Waiters and waitresses have to work more though because alcohol is on repeat by them.

You are walking down the ten minutes lane to your club when you look at the time. It's 6 in the evening. You sigh as you keep on walking, thinking about your son. It's very hard for you to concentrate on anything right now because Eun Jae is sick. It's not very serious but you just can't see him like that at all. Suddenly your phone vibrates, it's a message from your ah jumma. A photo of Eun Jae sleeping peacefully is attached to the message-' Dont worry too much. Just concentrate on your work. I will take him to the doctor after he wakes up'. You reply with an ok and put your phone back into your bag. You feel a little light weighted now and a small smile surfaced on your face. He will be alright, you think and keep on moving.

The summer sun is about to set now. You reach the club and enter it. The smell of alcohol is still in the air. Some people are scattered here and there while workers are doing their respective jobs. You walk to the back rooms to change into your job clothes. "Y/N!" Your friend, Lisa, calls you from the other side of the room trying to untangle the thick strings of her high heels. "Yes, Lisa, " you say as you walk towards her. "You know he agreed for a date with me," she tells you, excitedly. You roll your eyes," Another one? It's the third in two weeks, Lisa".

"Yeah but he is really hot. He is very rich too. What's his name...," she tells me, thinking about his name. "Hoseok! Yes, Jung Hoseok. I really liked him this time," she continues. "Okay baby girl. As long as you are happy. I just don't want you to get hurt. Just don't get yourself in trouble, ok?" You say as you collect your uniform. "Waah... Look at you. Talking like my mother. Let me tell you, I am 5 years older than you," Lisa says. You scoff and say," Ok then...Unnie", and make your way to the bathroom.

"What? Unnie? Eww, don't call me that again!" She shouts at you from behind as you just continue to walk trying to control your laughter. You change into the uniform and fix your hair and makeup. It took you a total of 15 minutes.

It's almost 7 P M and the club is packing up. The strippers are on the floor giving their performances. You sometimes look at them in awe, like they amaze you so much. The way they dance is so elegant and hot at the same time. You always admired their work. But today is no time to just stand and watch. You quickly go up to the customers to take up their orders. Lisa has been working here for 3 years, so she attends VIP customers most of the time while you attend others.

You were attending a group of some young men around your age when one of the security people asked you to talk to him for a minute. You make your way to the corner with him. "Yes?" You ask him. "There are some customers who are expecting you in room 205," he tells you. "205... but that's the VIP area. I dont attend them," you tell him. "I don't know. They are asking for you, so you have to go. Besides they are the owners of this club, you shouldn't say no to them," he says.

He again goes to his usual place near the entrance as you are standing and figuring out what to do. Maybe I should talk to Lisa, you think but she is already very busy. You just sigh and think to go to room 205.

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"Do you think she will do our work? I mean seducing him won't be easy," a man probably in his late 20s says. "Yeah, but she is something else. You will know once you see her and besides she is a very brave, quick and confident type of girl. And what we are thinking to do can be done by someone like her only. She will do it without even giving out any clue to him. I trust her this much," the other man of the same age says. "How can you be so sure? How do you even know her, Sehun?" The first man, Lay, asks.

Sehun simply throws a file on the table in front of him. Lay takes the file and opens it. His eyes widened after reading a particular sentence. "She is....," he begins to say. "Young Chul's girlfriend," Sehun completes. "Oh my God. How did you find her?" Lay asks. "I have my ways, you know," Sehun answers. "But why would you think she would agree?" Lay again asks. "She will for sure," the other man says, smirking.

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You take a deep breath as you are feeling nervous because it's the first time you are going to attend a VIP customer. You put a smile on your face as you open the door. You see two young and very handsome men sitting right in front of you. They have this very hot smirk plastered on their faces. You ignore everything and enter the room trying to calm your heart beat down.

"Good evening, gentlemen. How may I help you?" You ask politely. "Good evening, beautiful lady. We actually don't want anything to drink or eat. We want a piece of your time though," one of the men says in a dangerously soothing voice. "Ummm, I am just a waitress here. If you want some private time or something, I may call some other girl here," you say, thinking that they might need a private dance or something.

One of the men scoffs," No princess, we just want to talk to you. Come and sit here".

You think about it a little and finally give in after a few seconds. You sit next to them as they look at your beautiful figure. "You really are beautiful. You were right, Sehun," one of them says. You are losing your patience and are about to say something when one of them, perhaps Sehun, speaks.

"We want you to help us with something," he says. "What help?" You ask in confusion. "You have to seduce some guy and inject him with something. Don't worry, he won't die. It will just make him unconscious," he answers. You look at him, eyes widened. Is he insane? "I am really sorry, but I can't do this," you say. You stand up to leave as the other guy grabs you by your wrist. You quickly look back at him and slap him, loud enough. The man gets angry as he stands up to hit you.

You cover your face with your arm but Sehun grabs the other guy. "Its okay, Lay. I told you what type of girl she is. And I knew she wouldn't agree to this easily," Sehun says, a smirk still plastered on his face. "Oh princess, you are just proving me right. I already like you," he says, tucking the strand of hair behind your ear. You open your mouth to call for security but get cut off my Lay. "You can call for them but I think you must know that we are the owners of this club. So, every effort will be in vain, babygirl," he says.

"Fuck off," you angrily say and turn around to leave the room. You are about to turn the knob of the door when you hear a familiar laughter- it's Eun Jae's. You suddenly turn around to look at the laptop screen which is placed on the table facing you. Eun Jae can be seen there, laughing and giggling with an unknown man. Ah jumma is sitting in front of them, also smiling after seeing Eun Jae laughing. The doctor looks towards the camera after a few seconds and smirks.You quickly run towards the table and crouch down.

"W-what is this?" You ask, now feeling nervous. "Your son, Y/N. He is sick, right? Poor baby. I hope the doctor will take care of him," Sehun says, putting the pressure on the word doctor. He walks next to you and says,'' If you don't do my work, I am afraid this will be the last time you will see your son". You tremble at the thought of it. Your eyes start to get watery. "N- No. Don't you dare say anything to him. I will report you to the police," you threaten them, pulling out your phone. Sehun and Lay look at each other, trying not to smile.

You dial the number and someone picks up the phone. "Hello police, I need help. Some men are threatening me and my son. Please help me," you say, trying to look as calm as possible. "Sure mam, can you perhaps tell us who they are, if you know?" The officer asks. "Yes, they go by names- Sehun and Lay," you answer, looking straight into the eyes of the men standing in front of you, arms crossed- looking powerful as ever. "Wait, I am sorry man. Can you please repeat the names again?" The officer asks. "Yeah, it's Sehun and Lay," you answer.

"Uh,we are sorry, miss but we cant do anything with this," the officer says and cuts the phone. "Hel- Hello? Hello?" You call for them but nothing can be heard from the other side. You detach your phone from your ear. "Now, what will you do? Call the president? Do it," Sehun mocks you. "You can't do anything, baby girl but to agree to do what we want you to do," Lay says.

You are just looking down in frustration and anger that you can't do anything. Your baby is still on the screen, in the arms of a man- their man. Your sight becomes blurry but you don't say anything. "Do it, princess?" Sehun encourages you. "How, How do you know me? Who are you?" You ask them. "Well, we know you through Young Chul. And regarding who we are, I don't think you should know about it. So, just shut up with your questions and listen to us," he says in a monotone. Your eyebrows furrow on the name of your dead boyfriend. How do they know him?

"Now listen to us," Lay says. You look up at him as he explains his plan to you. "He will be here at 9 PM. You just have to seduce him and take him to this room. Then inject him with this. As we told you, this will just make him unconscious. Then....then there's nothing. Your work is done," he tells you. "And what will I get out of this?" You ask them. "Well first off, your baby will be safe. Then, we will give you a total of $10 millions and you want to work in this club. We will provide you with some other decent work, we promise you," he offers. "Why should I believe you?" You ask him. "First off, you have nothing else to do and secondly, we are the men of our words. We are the owners so you can meet anytime you want," Sehun answers.

"Now, let's go. It's 8:45 and he will be here in 15 minutes," Lay says, handing the ear piece to you. "Here, this is the injection. Fit it somewhere and inject it in his neck or thigh when it's the right time," Sehun hands the injection to you. "And finally here is your target," he says as he reaches for his back pocket to take out a photo of a young man. "Who is he?" You ask him.

"Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook,our biggest rival," Lay answers as you look at his photo. Lord, save me.

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The first chapter is here!! I hope you all liked it. It might be a little boring, idk but trust me, it's just the starting. Please don't forget to like, share and comment. I love you all. Stay safe and healthy💜

~Aster🌸

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Episode 2

As y/n entered the house she saw a man in his 40s watching TV soon the man in his 40s shifted his eyes from the TV, and his eyes met the emotionless ones the man got afraid and he stood up and saw some other people coming in

He suddenly saw the man he met 25 years ago

???: Michael y-you what are you doing here?!

Michael:Oh... My dear friend as tomorrow it's your birthday I came to surprise you! And I've also got a surprise for you

???: What surprise?

Michael points his fingers at y/n

But ??? Thought something else as he snickered

???:Oh...wow you brought this sexy woman for me? I would love to have her tonight in my bed

Michael clenched his jaw but calmed down and said

Michael:Oh!..No! My brother, you are taking it the wrong way.

???: What do you mean?

Michael: She is your daughter

y/n/d : (shocked) what??

y/n/d started his melodrama he started faking his tears and holding her feet and begging y/n for forgiveness

But y/n didn't show any emotion

y/n/d: My dear y/n don't get me wrong I wasn't financially good to raise you so I had no choice, my dear daughter.

Y/n wasn't affected even a bit by her father's pleadings

Michael got irritated because of it he signaled His men to wait for them outside. Michael handed y/n, her gun, patted her shoulders, and sighed

Y/n y took her gun from Michael and shot y/n/d

Now.....y/n was all alone in the room her mind was blank...

She didn't feel anything about what just happened

She wasn't shocked

She was Emotionless

Looking at her Father's dead body all she could see in him was

hate

and

hate

Y/n remembered how he tortured her, killed Her pet dog and the worst she saw her dad raping another woman

Her bloodshot eyes filled with hatred for him.

She loaded her gun and shot the dead body until the bullets were out.

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Supercharged | JJK

Chapter 1: the Light Dies

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🗲summary: It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens? 🗲this chapter: He’s the hero. Unfortunately for you, you’re not the villain.

🗲pairing: jungkook x female reader 🗲word count: 6.6k 🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, superheroes/villains au, it’s sorta like a mafia au but they have superpowers lmao 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: violence with superpowers, minor character death, attempted murder, injury, loss of consciousness

a/n: I have to say thank you to @casuallyimagining and @bluewhale52 for betaing this chapter, although this might come as a surprise to them since that was maybe 3 years ago now?😅I'm really not sure how much my writing had changed since then, but you guys can be the judge of that as the future chapters unfold! In the meantime, enjoy! If you want more supercharged in your life, you can also search my supercharged tag to find some musings, rambling, gifsets and visuals etc that inspired me and kept me going while I lost my mind over this story!

Lastly, I present the supercharged playlist✨ I had a lot of fun making this – several songs align with plot events, while some of them are there for the title, the vibe, or even a single line! Feel free to guess which are which or come and chat with me about it👀

An ear-splitting roar was barely contained behind shuddering steel doors. Just down the corridor, your fingers still clicked away, unperturbed, at your keyboard.

Tapping your foot, you looked impatiently up at the clock as another thunderous bellow assaulted the air. If the full-length windows weren’t reinforced by your boss, Kuyang’s own design, they would be rattling in their frames.

Blowing to rid your face of a strand of hair, you returned to your work, not even sparing a glance towards the source of the racket. It was only around half an hour until you could leave work for the weekend.

Finishing your task, you turned to filing the correspondence on your desk as a few yells carried through the air, mingled with the monster’s uproar. Bills and business deals the lot of them, you tucked them away in their respective places to be dealt with next week – only to stop on the very last one. How many times had the postman ignored the very clear sign for no newspapers?

You supposed the city felt the need to remind everyone that there was some semblance of central control – not really of much concern in a workplace such as yours, mind. Glancing across the front page, you realised why. You didn’t have a tv at home, but you would have to live under a rock not to recognise your city’s most celebrated superhero. Bolt, the media’s beloved, had claimed another victory against some crazy start-up trying to build their own bombs downtown.

The hero’s blue-masked face grinned confidently up at you from the desk, while police led what looked to be two scruffy teenagers into the back of their van. But Bolt’s vivid presence eclipsed them in his suit that matched his bright eyes.

Not bothering to read further, you pushed the paper into the waste bin at the end of the table.

Just as you were tucking away the final bits of paper, your boss emerged, wiping his brow on a cloth that looked as dirty as his face. Smiling pleasantly despite his ruffled state, you rotated on your chair to face him.

“Frank’s all good and sleepy now,” he said, “if you could get him sent up to the chamber.”

“Sure,” you nodded, already getting up and straightening your jacket.

With nothing more than a weary nod of appreciation, he left for his private laboratory. This was through a series more armoured doors, to which only you and a small number of lab workers knew the codes.

He was a scientist. And you were sure he was unhinged, but the job paid well, so that was all you concerned yourself with.

In fact, you had got very lucky. You had been surprised when such a good position had become available and quickly given to someone as ill-qualified as you, with no references to give. But your lack of connections seemed of no concern, and here you were, finally making ends meet and no longer in fear of being turned out of your run-down apartment at the edge of town.

So you did your job as well as you could, worrying yourself over nothing except pleasing the odd man that was Kuyang.

Even so, it was still a little daunting each time you had to come face-to-face with one of his experiments.

Reaching the steel doors that had not long ago been seriously threatening their hinges, you took a breath. Holding your thumb over a scanner by the door, you plastered a confident smile on your face as you walked inside.

Affectionately dubbed ‘Frank’, a great lump of teeth and dark furry flesh several times bigger than you was sleeping in a pod at the centre of the room. Surrounding this were multitudes of screens showing graphs and readings you couldn’t hope to understand.

At the edges of the room, a smattering of other workers were slumped against the stainless steel lab walls, almost as rumpled as their boss had been.

A hulking guard, Taeyeon, stood near the entrance, and you quietly confirmed with her that Frank was under and secure. Nodding, you gestured to Taeyeon’s team, another man and woman with the same uniform and intimidating stature.

Together, you assembled in front of the tank that held Frank, Taeyeon typing authorisation into one of the computers. The others locked down the external doors, just in case.

Though it was a familiar sight by now, the opening of the pod always prompted you to run through your training. If you hadn’t read it in the documents you dealt with, you would not have known Frank was also known as Necrus X, a new prototype Kuyang was working on, although you could not imagine what for.

Kuyang had been sure to tell you how to knock out the creature if it ever came to it, though. There was a spot behind his ear, which was more of a ridge at the side of his enormous head.

With the pod open, a panel rose from the floor, taking Frank rotating upwards. You caught sight of the patch behind its ear, zeroing in on it. Just in case.

The smooth expanse of ceiling split then, a hole revealing itself as the roof shrunk away into the walls, leaving a clear path for Frank to rise to the next floor, where he was stored.

As effortlessly as the ceiling retreating, a smooth steel staircase emerged from the walls. You and Taeyeon climbed it, spiralling around the edges of the circular space until you drew level with Frank, now snoring on the upper floor. Here, the space was wide open like an empty art gallery, half the walls comprised of expansive windows, no lab equipment to be seen.

The floor closed up beneath you both and you walked around Frank, opening a secret panel in the wall. As before, you raised your thumb to a blank scanner – but got no further.

A deafening smash sent you crouching to the ground in panic. Livid blue painted all the walls in the space as shattered glass skidded across the floor.

You had thought that glass to be unbreakable. At least that was the intention. But when you turned, you were forced to believe your ears: the central panel of glass was completely blown in, all the others down the row cracked from the force.

At the same moment the glass had shattered, you could suddenly hear what before had been hidden behind soundproofing. Outside, there were shouts, screams, car horns and alarms blaring from every angle – and above all, sirens. Sirens wailing through the air like disembodied banshees, descending, apparently, on your building.

Shuffling along the floor, you peered past the sleeping mass that was Frank in front of you. Walking across the room was a man in a tight blue suit, the same hue crackling in the air around his hands.

Bolt.

Mind short-circuiting, you were frozen. What should you do?

What was Bolt doing here? Was there some kind of threat? The image of him should have brought you relief, even though you knew nothing of what the danger was, but you hesitated.

Only having the presence of mind to shrink back silently behind Frank, you looked between the beast and the control panel you had abandoned. But you had no more chance to move before a fearsome crack ripped through the air, another flash of blue, sending the hairs on your arms bolting upright.

Spinning back to face Frank, you were met with a thump. A body, falling onto the floor.

Though she was mostly obscured by Frank’s sleeping form, you stared in unbelieving horror at Taeyeon where she lay, unmoving. Breath accelerating in your throat, you moved at last, scooting yourself back and away. Closer to the wall.

First you lunged to sound the alarm, mounted inside the wall panel, which instantly lit the room up in throbbing red, blaring loud enough to drown out the sirens outside. Then your hand was fumbling across the scanner. You had to get Frank locked away.

The walls of the pod which safely contained Frank overnight began to descend, much too slowly for your liking. Whirling to face the room, your heart seized in your chest when the imposing figure of Bolt, now shaded purple by the red light, met your eyes.

A glance up at the descending walls. They were halfway to the ground by now, but you still had to enter the code to lock them down.

Bolt yelled for you to stop, barely audible over the dizzying noise of the warning siren.

As he strode towards you, you could only watch, pressing yourself desperately against the wall as if it could swallow you up.

Bright light cut through the imposing red as the heavy door at the opposite end of the room was thrown open. Bolt stopped, both of you turning to see Kuyang enter. His hair was still sticking up from earlier, a strange expression on his face that you hadn’t seen before.

Paying no mind to the maniacal smile that had no place on Kuyang’s face, you took the moment of distraction to scramble for the code lock.

Without a sound, the gap between the floor and Frank’s pod closed, and your fingers were already leaping to action, typing the numbers behind your back at lightning speed.

Kuyang was running now, a direct path towards Bolt. But Bolt turned back towards you.

You were nearly done, but his hand was raising towards you…

In a split second, your fingertip met the final key of the code. Almost instantly, it was ripped away as shocking blue light cut through the air. You felt the impact before you could even notice that it was aimed at you.

Hitting you square in the chest, white hot pain scorched through your every nerve as your body was flung backwards, powerless as a ragdoll sailing through the air. The collision with the cracked window behind was almost lost on you. More intense pain was writhing its way down each limb, making you cry out, uncaring about the rain-spattered wind that whipped about your face now.

But you could see shards of glass as they fell along with you, like daggers aimed at the ground.

Biting wind rushed in your ears, the sound crashing over you like waves. And just as a pan sizzles down off the heat, the ferocious attack of pain seemed to reduce just as fast as it had invaded you.

Your heartbeat was the loudest thing, booming over the insistent web of sirens and whistling air.

Breathing choppily, you screwed your eyes nearly closed, suddenly aware of the tempest around you as you fell. Above, the already darkening winter night was illuminated with flashes of that awful blue.

You were falling.

It hit you then, as if you hadn’t been falling all this time. But it was only now that your senses caught up with themselves. You worked on a very high floor of the skyscraper, but as you were tossed around in the air, you saw the ground rapidly approaching.

A horror gripped your chest like nothing you had ever felt before.

Below you, and rushing towards you at terrifying speed, a skip sat surrounded by heaps of trash on the street. Unable to think, you could only shield your face with your hands, stretched out in front of you as if to stop the inevitable collision.

Though your eyes fell closed, you felt the jerk that flung your whole body backwards.

That wasn’t what you had expected.

Eyes snapping open in confusion, you found your vision lit with blue. In front of your face, blue light was shooting from your palms, pushing you up and away from the ground.

Your mouth fell open. Gaping in shock, you did nothing as the light died and you slowed again in the air.

Though you began falling much slower this time, you barely had time to notice your surroundings – much nearer the ground – before you were plummeting again, and this time nothing could stop you.

Your eyes weren’t even open when you felt your body slide off something. Not a second later, you were crumpling onto hard concrete which grazed your cheek.

You groaned.

It was dark. High above, any flashes of light didn’t reach you here, having landed in a thin alley beside the building. And though this shielded you from the commotion on the main streets out front, sirens still pierced the air, each one feeling like a stab to your head.

You clutched it as you maneuvered to sit. It took you a few tries, groping for a wall or something to lean against as you regained your balance.

Eyes cracking open, you waited patiently for the dark splotches to dispel before looking around.

Right next to you was a car which blocked you from view of the road beyond this alley. Evident from the dent that caved in its bonnet, that was what you had landed on.

Turning your head, you had to squint even more as light assaulted your sensitive eyes.

Among a blazing light, you could make out the vague shapes of rubbish bags and an overflowing skip that you recognised. Out of these, a vibrant fire was now burning. The correlation was too strong for you to ignore.

Breath shallow, you turned your horrified gaze to your hands.

They had done this… but how? They looked totally normal now.

Frowning, you brought them up closer to your face, so that your nose was practically buried in your palms.

No difference.

You were sure you hadn’t imagined that blue light which saved you earlier. Was there a way to make it come back?

While you were puzzling, you lowered your hands again, still staring intently as you rotated them in your lap.

Then, quick as a blink, a blue flash darted from them again. So fast, in fact, that you had no time to react before one of the bolts was fired directly into your opposite arm.

Snatching it away reflexively, you hissed in pain as a burning sensation crawled, tingling, over your skin there.

Despite the pain, the blue light didn't cease shooting from your hands. They tingled, a strangely uncomfortable sensation. It was as if something warm was wriggling its way up your veins and spilling from your fingertips.

“Stop! Stop!” you whispered in panic.

You turned them outwards, aiming away from you, but if they kept at it for much longer you were sure to draw attention.

Moving your hands around jerkily, the beams of light shook along with you, but did not go out. With each unsuccessful movement, panic made you more frantic until the glowing rays jerked erratically around the small space.

Straying too far, the light came into contact with a post at the alley’s entrance. You could only watch, helpless, as light like blue snakes skittered up it and latched around the wires it supported.

To your relief, the strange current seemed to have found an outlet, and only remained a second longer before cutting out. You were left blinking in the relative darkness. Panting heavily, you stared down at your hands, although you did not bring them too close anymore.

Once again, they appeared utterly innocent. There was nothing to suggest they had just channelled lightning through them.

Suddenly, the world plunged into darkness. The fire still burned at the other end of the alley, or you would have been left totally blind. In the building behind you, in the street, all the lights had gone out.

Almost instantly following the blackout, screaming rose again in the air.

Gulping, your eyes travelled to the blackened post at the corner, which you had accidentally electrocuted.

This was bad. Your head was spinning, both from your short, hard fall and from the whirlwind of events that had happened in what could only have been minutes. Surrounded by darkness, with the wail of the city and a fire for company, you could only see one course of action.

Run.

You had to get away from here. It wasn’t safe. You had little idea where was safe, but you couldn’t be here anymore.

It wasn’t like you had anyone to call who would care enough to come and pick you up. Nor did you have the money to try a hospital, though you felt as if you may need it.

But especially with electricity shooting from your hands at the drop of a hat, it probably wasn’t best to be anywhere around people.

The dizziness from your unfortunate landing on the car had worn off while you were sitting, but the world swayed anew the moment you made to stand. Pushing determinedly against the wall, you struggled on anyway, brand new dark spots in your vision offset by the brightness of the fire you walked towards.

This end of the alleyway led out through smaller streets, away from the city centre and furore of sirens.

On reaching the opening, you cautiously assessed the road stretching away either side. Empty. And if there was anyone there, they wouldn’t see you in this darkness.

Shoving your hands beneath your armpits on some misguided hope of keeping them from causing problems, you lowered your head and ran. It was more of a jog, considering everything, but you still moved as quickly as you could beneath the dead streetlamps.

Head throbbing more with movement, you stumbled a few times as you went. The pavement tilted around you.

You had made it a few roads before you felt that awful tingling in your arms again. It itched, like something fighting its way out of your skin.

Nausea rolled in the pit of your stomach. This couldn’t be real.

Slowing down and stopping beneath a signpost, you drew your shaking hands out in front of you. The world careened on its axis, revolving around the sight of your palms as a faint blue glow grew in them.

You were going to throw up, you were sure of it.

You wanted it to stop.

A few flickers of blue darted down the veins in your wrist. Towards your fingertips. Sparks leapt from them, small tendrils of lightning crackling between your fingers like webbing.

At last, you gave in to the rising horror mixed with a sick feeling. The floor’s spinning became too much, your hands turning to a bright blur in the centre of your vision.

You passed out on the spot.

Lights were turning on again around the city. Television sets flickering back to life to announce Bolt’s victory against the beast that had attacked earlier that evening.

But not on the street where you still lay.

The return of light only reached neighbouring roads, dim glow snuffed out before it could penetrate the middle of this street. A white-haired young man stepped forwards, but his face was totally obscured in darkness.

“Here,” he spoke to the silence.

The next moment, a deep red glowed in the middle of the road, though it brought little light. The red bounced off a signpost before it was gone, replaced by another man, seemingly from nowhere.

The newest arrival stood there, looking down at your figure, unconscious by the sign. Then he disappeared again, leaving total darkness behind as if he had never been there at all.

A few more moments passed, you and the hidden man the only beings on the dark road.

Not very long after, a car’s engine rumbled and sputtered into earshot. The bright beam of headlights rounded the corner, growing larger and shedding light on your form as it drew closer.

Pulling up next to you, the engine died along with the lights. Two doors opened and slammed shut.

As two pairs of feet stepped nearer to join the one remaining beside you, the streetlamp directly overhead began to glow. The faint glimmer grew until it illuminated the scene. Still no other lights joined it, leaving the small group of you lit up as if by spotlight.

“It’s her?”

The man crouching beside you asked the question without looking up, and the shadowed man answered.

“Pretty sure.”

“She’s breathing?”

“Yes.”

The crouching man hummed. Moving to kneel instead, his eyes roved over your somewhat battered face, dark hair obscuring his own.

“Namjoon?” he asked then, turning to the other man from the car. It was the same man who had momentarily appeared in the street earlier.

Taking his cue, the tall man, Namjoon, walked forwards and bent to lift your hands by the wrists. In just moments he was placing them carefully back, nodding.

“No doubt.”

“Okay then.”

“Can she travel, Jin?”

“Give me a moment.”

Producing a small object, he pressed a button and a small light sprung from the end. Carefully lifting one of your eyelids, he shone the light into it, observing like a doctor.

The first you became aware of was the far away sound of voices being quietly exchanged. But with the cloudiness in your head, identifying them didn’t seem very urgent. You were preoccupied with the swirling feeling that made the world swim around you, even though it was dark.

But as dim awareness was returning to you, the process of regaining your senses was violently accelerated as a blinding light was thrust into your vision.

You flinched, and as Jin pulled away he saw you blink, eyelids screwing shut in protest. His eyebrows raised in slight concern as he watched your first groggy movements.

Blinking around at the dimly lit figures over you, your eyes widened. The nearest man held the illuminated light stick. Was he a doctor?

Next, your eyes darted to the tall man standing behind him. You recognised neither.

Some strange feeling told you someone else was standing there too, but when you looked to your other side you were faced with nothing but empty shadow.

“Can you sit?”

The first man’s question was gentle, his hands ready to support you.

Nodding timidly, you heaved yourself up with his help. It embarrassed you to be panting after just that much movement.

“What happened?” came the next question.

As you replayed the events, you avoided their eyes. You could not let them know what happened, what you had become. They were helping you, and yet you might hurt them-

Fists clenching subconsciously, you stuttered in panic.

“I-I can’t pay,” you told them, but before you could say more a new voice was speaking. The standing man stepped forwards, his voice calm and surprisingly friendly.

“There’s no need to pay. We can help you. Can you tell us what happened?”

“I don’t, uh, I-I-“

His eyes travelled towards your hands, which you were trying to tuck behind you.

“You gained powers, didn’t you?”

You froze.

“I have them too,” he smiled, “I know what it’s like to be scared. But you can work with this and learn to control them. I’m Namjoon, and this is Jin. We’ve been through this before, we can help you.”

At your sides, your hands relaxed. Tension lifted from your tightly hunched shoulders. Wordless, you looked between the men who were watching you, ready to move, but only on your word.

Swallowing, a light frown creased your brow.

“What do you want-”

Namjoon’s smile dimmed into something kinder.

“At least let us check you over.”

Your hands fretted together. It was strange, you couldn’t feel anything there. Surely they should feel different? How would you know if these… powers, Namjoon had said, were to come back?

“You won’t hurt us, don’t worry,” he seemed to anticipate your thoughts as he watched you, “we can protect ourselves.”

“You were unconscious,” Jin spoke, drawing your perplexed gaze back to him, “did you hit your head?”

You blinked, but found yourself answering.

“I think so.”

Nodding, Jin shuffled at your side. He leaned a bit closer.

“I need to shine this light in your eyes again. You may have a concussion.”

Complying, you sat through the eye-watering brightness. He asked you things, like a doctor would, except he was working in the middle of an empty street in the middle of the night.

“Do you feel dizzy?”

“I did. I think still, a little.”

“Any nausea?”

“Yeah… but maybe because of the…” you gestured to your hands.

Jin sat back, taking the light with him. Namjoon shot you a sympathetic smile at that. You supposed he had been through the same thing, from the sounds of it.

Jin looked up at Namjoon.

“It looks pretty rough. Definitely a concussion, and she needs patching up, but in the long run she’ll be fine.”

“I-I’m serious,” you interjected, “I don’t have the money for hospital…”

Your voice faltered. You half thought of asking to just go home, but you were hardly sure of even making it there by yourself. And if you got there, then what? The prospect of burning down the place with these errant powers didn’t fill you with comfort.

“Good thing we’re not going to bring you there, then,” Namjoon said, “but I meant it when I said we could help. We can take you home, if you want… but you can stay with us, too.”

You stared at him wordlessly. Was it crazy that you were considering this?

“Just for a bit, if you need,” Jin added softly, “it’s just… now might not be the smartest time to be alone.”

You chewed your cheek. But your head was pounding too much to think very hard, and this seemed like the most straightforward option. The people in this city kept surprising you, after your first stroke of luck with Kuyang's generosity.

“Sure…” you spoke quietly, not quite able to look them in the eyes, “yes please.”

“Okay,” Namjoon took it in stride, “but let’s get moving.”

“Just one moment – we should wrap that.”

Gesturing towards your arm, Jin stood and went back to the car. On his return, he knelt again and began to secure cling film around the angry red blotch blistering your skin, where you had caught yourself with your own beam.

“We’ll sort it out properly when we get back,” he told you, “but Namjoon’s right, we should be going.”

You followed his gaze which seemed to dart up and down the street. However, nothing was there.

Jin helped you stand, still looking around. Sure enough, the dizziness from before hadn’t quite left you yet. Biting down on your lip, you focussed hard on getting the short distance to the car. You were led to the passenger seat and crumpled gratefully into it.

But just as Jin closed the door, you felt an uncomfortable prickling clutch your forearms again. Namjoon slid into the back seat in time to hear your gasp, noticing the way your fingers flexed in panic. Digging in his pockets, he produced a pair of thin black gloves and held them out to you just as the first trickles of blue appeared in your veins again. He watched with a studious frown as you pushed your hands into the gloves.

“Those will help,” he said, still looking at your wrists, “they can contain the powers. But you shouldn’t keep them on for too long.”

Jin was seating himself in the driver’s side as you frowned over at Namjoon. At first you had been relieved to have a solution to your erratic lightning problem, but that was ripped away at his last addition.

“Why not? It will keep you safe,” you questioned, but kept your voice quiet.

“Don’t worry, we’re more than capable of handling anything you could throw at us,” he laughed, “but you can keep them on in here. Best not to bottle up your powers forever, though.”

Resigned, you turned back to face front. The moment Jin stepped on the gas, all the lights in the road sparked to life at once. Startled, you blinked, looking around. On the pavement you were just pulling away from, a man was walking away, unidentifiable behind a hoodie.

Slumping back in your seat, you breathed a short, dry laugh. This mysterious happening was just the latest in this crazy night. You had no choice but to accept it.

The car ride was fairly short, but you were too tired and distracted to take in exactly where you were going. Streets seemed to blur together, aware only that you were heading out of town.

The itching in your arms had persisted for a while, but as promised, the gloves seemed to work. No fiery blue burst out of your palms, and, eventually, whatever it was decided to give it up, subsiding again by the time the car pulled up.

But no one got out yet. Jin had stopped at the end of a small road, big enough for only one vehicle, directly facing an expanse of crumbling and graffitied brick.

Curiosity woke you up from your daze, and you watched as Jin reached to tap something on his dashboard. Almost instantly, a groaning reached your ears from over the whirring of the engine. The wall ahead shook before shifting, sliding sideways until it tucked itself behind a dented dustbin, unveiling a space beyond.

Leaving you little more time to wonder, Jin started the car again and you rolled downwards through a plain, dark entrance. It reminded you of those multi-storey car parks formed with ugly blocks of concrete. It was considerably smaller than those, however, Jin pullingup into a space alongside about a dozen other vehicles, beyond which the place seemed entirely deserted.

Jin came around to open your door, but you were able to stand by yourself. It was still a bit of a struggle, your limbs sluggish and the world dull around you – although that may have just been the low underground light.

Namjoon led you, Jin staying close by your side. Blinking at the space as you moved through it, your eyes traced over the various car roofs, some cleaner than others. A larger four-by-four was particularly beaten up, with a large crease in one of the metal wheel arches.

Your eyes rested longest on what was probably the most pristine: a motorbike, at first hidden by the cars either side of it.

Soon enough, you were past them. Stopping as Namjoon did, you watched him expectantly. However, he did not turn around, instead standing face-to-face with a plain concrete wall. Except… now a low rumble announced the movement of a panel which slid away, revealing a wide doorway which had previously blended seamlessly with the flat wall.

Your eyebrows raised at the touch that was reminiscent of Kuyang’s lab. Without time for you to dwell on this, your small group moved up a dingy staircase that lay beyond the doorway.

At the top, you emerged into a new space, notably lighter than before. You assumed you were back on ground level, perhaps above. It was hard to be sure, disoriented as you still were in the whirlwind that had overtaken your day.

Bizarrely, the space appeared to be someone’s home. There was a large and coffee-stained table surrounded by mismatching chairs, a kitchen behind it littered with mugs and pot plants. Still, beyond the lived-in array of things lying around, it was big. You imagined it must be miles more expensive than the shoddy apartment you stayed in.

It was open plan, and you followed Namjoon past the dining table towards an area filled with two enormous sofas.

The back of a blond head was visible over the sofa, and now the person turned towards you.

“Guys!” a loud exclamation rang out as he leapt up. A dazzling smile spread across his mouth.

When his eyes fell on you, wincing at his sudden volume, the smile dimmed a little.

“Not so loud, Hope-ah,” Jin spoke gently from behind you.

“Sorry,” he dipped his head, smile remaining on his lips.

Jin’s hands came lightly to your back, steering you over to a sofa. As you sunk into it with relief, the blond man sat across from you, tilting his head to catch your eye.

“I’m Hope,” he smiled, “I’m glad we found you. You’ll be right in no time!”

Frowning, you couldn’t help but notice his eyes flicking over the damage on your face. Averting your gaze, you chewed your lip absently.

What did he mean? I’m glad we found you…

Had they been looking for you? You still weren’t sure if it was a lucky coincidence they found you, but perhaps it was something more.

The lingering ache in your head forced you to push the issue away. You missed Namjoon’s stern look at Hoseok as he hovered behind your seat.

Jin pulled a pack from a cupboard and set it beside you. You let him lift your arm and unwrap the burn, your unfocussed eyes dragging across the room while he applied something cold over it. Next came stinging, scattered over your face as he wiped at the small cuts and grazes with an apologetic grimace you barely saw.

You only forced the world back into focus when someone else entered your sight. Emerging from behind you, a gentle, friendly smile was directed your way from a man with pale pink hair. Swallowing, you never managed to smile back before he was turning away.

The pink-haired man reached a hand out to someone you couldn’t see. Another man appeared, walking towards him, but he never looked at you. Or if he did, it was obscured behind the black hair that fell to his eyes.

The two new people left towards the kitchen, though not without another smile from the pink one.

Who were all these people?

Frowning after them, you were interrupted by a clap on the shoulder from Jin.

“We’ll talk more in the morning. You need to rest.”

Looking around, you had half a mind to protest, but were overruled by the shakiness taking over your frame. Body too fatigued to allow you much say, you meekly followed Jin.

Beyond the living space, a thinner corridor led away, several closed doors along its walls.

Further you went, until a door just ahead opened. Another person walked out.

When he stopped to face you, his posture remained stiff. Tall and muscular, he was clad all in black except for a towel slung over his shoulder. Damp hair fell messily around his head. But you had little time to take this in, as his eyes fixed themselves fiercely on yours, rendering you unable to look away.

Mouth remaining in a hard line, his expression only twitched further into a frown.

Then his gaze flicked abruptly away, travelling to Jin just beyond you.

“Kook-“

Jin never got further than that before the man strode forwards, marching sharply past you and away with a scowl. Turning after him in surprise, you watched his tense shoulders disappear behind Namjoon, who you hadn’t noticed hovering.

Namjoon stared sternly after him, but the man seemed to avoid his gaze.

Jin sighed, sending an apologetic glance at you.

“That’s just Jungkook,” Namjoon spoke, ushering you all further along the hallway, “don’t pay him any attention.”

“Why was…”

You trailed off, unsure of what exactly to ask. Neither of them made an attempt to answer.

You had no idea a wordless encounter could leech so much hostility into the atmosphere. Picturing Jungkook’s glowering face, you blindly followed the others through a different door.

“You can sleep in here.”

“Hm?”

Shaking yourself, you looked around the new room. There wasn’t much to see. Beside a low bed, there was a mirror, a wooden closet and nothing more. Looking up, you didn’t even find a light in the ceiling. The only light leaked through from the hallway.

Clearly reading your gaping mouth and furrowing brow, Namjoon moved in front of you.

“Don’t worry, this is just a place to sleep, nothing more. But since you’re going to have to take those gloves off, we can’t have you in a space with any electricals.”

Stepping back defensively, your fingers pressed tightly together. Having the gloves on had let you almost imagine that nothing life-changing had happened. Like gaining unpredictable powers, for instance.

Namjoon watched patiently, holding out a hand.

“You don’t need them…”

He realised he had never asked your name, and let his sentence trail expectantly. Telling him your name, he relaxed into a smile.

“You don’t need them, Y/N,” he repeated, not that you believed him for a second, “you’ll be perfectly safe. And so will we.”

Only the yearning to collapse onto the bed persuaded you to hand over the gloves. The instant they were in his hand, you swore you could feel a shock go up your arm. Immediately tense again, your breathing became shallower, with no idea how to try and stop power shooting from your hands any moment.

But Namjoon and Jin seemed content. Before you could gather your thoughts, they had left, closing the door and drenching your room in near total darkness.

Stumbling to the bed and virtually falling into it, you wiped sweating palms against the fabric. Your mouth was dry with fear.

This couldn’t have happened.

Alone for the first time since your initial panic, it didn’t take long for your mind to wrap itself in circles again. Only hours ago, you had been sitting happily in your bright office, going through the motions…

One split-second decision from a powerful man had changed that.

You knew full well he had intended for you to die. But he was Bolt...

He had probably forgotten about it already. The guard he sent lifeless to the floor, the secretary he threw from the building.

Itching feeling returning, you swallowed desperately and raised your hands. Sure enough, against the darkness, blue pierced your vision, darting its way up-

Turning your face away, you flinched as the outburst came. Your eyes screwed shut, you pressed your cheek into fabric, not wanting to see the deathly lightning that shot through the room. Shuddering breaths broke into your lungs when at last it subsided.

Letting them fall, limp, to your sides, your hands fisted the covers tightly.

You were almost afraid to open your eyes, knowing it would only show you the empty room, confirmation that this was real. You were dangerous, shut in a safe room where you could hurt no one. Would you ever get out? Succeed in controlling this, like Namjoon had said?

With no idea where you were, barely any idea who the people here were, you wanted to block it out. But even with your eyes closed, you couldn’t escape.

The memory of Jungkook’s suspicious face made your heart sink. Perhaps people should be afraid of you, now. As much as you may want to, there was no getting away from this.

Pushing yourself to sit, you surveyed the room. Eyes accustomed to the blackness a little more, you could make out vague shapes. Your breath fell alone in the silence. This really was the safest place you could be right now, even if it was a nightmare.

As your head turned, you suddenly came level with your eyes in the mirror, and a shock of light.

For an extended moment, you could only stare.

Then all at once you were rushing forwards, tripping from the end of the bed. Bracing your arms against the wall either side of the mirror, you gaped at your reflection.

As you watched, an angular bolt of blue shot across your irises, which were already dimly glowing.

You gulped against the thick feeling crawling up your throat. Faced with this, you could no longer have any hope of denying it.

This was really happening.

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pls remember to reblog if you like any of my recs❤️

e.r means established relationship

disclaimer: if you came back to read that one fic you liked but can´t find it, its bc the link wasn´t working anymore so I deleted it :/

yandere / mafia / bad boy

bloody love - smutty, king jk, evil jk, obsessed jk, posessive jk, blood thirsty jk like fr, he honestly loves bathing in the blood of those who did him wrong in his eyes, reader is lgb. this is an on going series but I´LL BE DAMNED IF IT ISN´T THE BEST THING I´VE READ in a minute!!, the writing its so captivating, not a single dull or boring moment, i can´t wait for the next part tbh

romantic dreams - yandere!jungkook, tattoo artist jk, boxer!jk, UGHH ITS GOODDD, he´s so toxic frfr, namjoon is sick of his ass lmao, totally obsessed with reader, jealous and possesive af, he´s crazy sdlfjs but i´m into it

toxic noona - yandere!noona, toxic controling relationship, jk is a victim, he´d rather die than leave, reader likes to make him cry, manipulation

crafting new memories - yandere!jk FR, stockholm syndrome, jk kiddnaped reader and fucks her while making her watch herself on the news,,,her own missing sign

twin flame bruise - twin!jk, jeon jeongguk and jeon jungkook, they look the same but are opposites, the one thing they have in common is you. it´s an on going series but I like how the plot is vvv different from what we´re used to

yours insanely - yandere!jk, serial killer jk, detective!reader, he kills women who look like you

darknet - yandere!jk, the internet is scary, human trafficking, jk is scary dangerous, it´s a LOT, just wow

who is in control? - yandere-ish, lawyer!jk, posessive jk, obsessive jk, toxic relationship, stalking, manipulation, secret relationship, he´s cray-cray

hybrid au / soulmate au / super hero au / alien au

his bunny - smut, fluff, bunny hybrid reader, fem reader, clingy reader

bunnytalk - bunny hybrid jk, owner reader, jk is a sad bunny bc reader won´t return his feelings but it´s all just a misunderstanding

night vision - e.r, alien!jk, suggestive, lowkey smut, bunny hybrid reader, jk has tentacles ,,,,,nothing else to say, flirty fluffy jk, this is dIFFERENTTTT i love it

closer - smut, step siblings au, noona reader, yandere!jk, jk is obsessed with him older step sister, WHEWWW this is intense, very detailed, loved it

slice of life / university au / idol jk

soju - fluff, shy baby hubby jk, reader cooks him his fav meal and he basically looks at her with heart eyes, i love it

you make him go crazy - fluff, idol!jk, slight angst, multiple scenarios, reader is constantly making him go nuts, he is STRESSED lmao, it´s cute anyways, reader is kind of a careless brat but jk wouldn´t have it any other way

you wear his clothes - fluff, thing is...HE gives you his clothes, he´s so boyfriendd

all my fault - angst, fluffy end, hubby jk, in which you pass out after an argument and find him crying when you wake up

call me soon - summer break up, strangers to fwb to lovers, obsessed jk

screw up; over wine - finance major jk x model!reader, first date drabble, he is really into reader so he takes her to a fancy pricey wine and dine but guess wHAT.. he is broke lmao so he straight up PANICS, lowkey highkey secondhand embarrasment but it´s jk so it ends in a cute way

kiss me better -angst, jerk jk, mean jk, misunderstanding, manhandling, he is crying bc he assumed she was cheating but he was sooo wrong, now he is begging, crying, throwing up,,, they make up anyways, its angsty in a satisfying way

you´re leaving me - angst af, hubby!jk, daddy!jk, he found divorce papers after an argument and thought the worse, he starts going crrrazy but as always, it´s a happy ending

snowball - fluff, angst, crack, implied E2L, flashback from their college days. this is part of an upcoming series, and I already love it bc wdym it was lovE at first sight?? galaxy in his eyes, artsy space love talks, fireworks exploding in his chest bc ur giggles are his fav soundddd and everything?? I am HERE for it. he lit spaces out, brain dead, no other thoughts but youyouyou and your pretty self

you´re sleepy but you promised you´d go grocery shopping with him - e.r, its cuteeeee

movie night monday -fluff, e.r, he is impatient lmao, clingy cuddly loving fluffy jk

couple questions with vogue - fluff, e.r, idol!jk, supermodel!reader, I LOVE THISSSS, he is the best boyfriend/fiancé soon to be hubby EVER UGHHHH its so cute

devoted to trouble - fluff, lil angst, smut, comedy, spiderman!jk au inspired by seven??? a masterpiecE. the world finds out he is spiderman but he dgaf bc he only cares about you, #pininggg, reader playing hard to get, man i love tHIS

show you what devotion is - boxer!jk, ballerina!reader, fluff, angst. you´re like his safe place, it´s giving exes to wannabe lovers, they deff like each other and jk wants to eat her uP but he´s wants it to be romantic and stuff, idk idk I liked itttt

you surprise him for his birthday - he´s so boyfriendddddd, this is so wholesome and cute

he can´t sleep bc he loves you so much - now THIS makes me want to drink bleach and die bc of how cute it is, THEY ARE SO IN LOVEEEE, there´s a lot of giggling, a lot of praising, a lot of disgustingly sweet loving talk after sex :´)))))) its such a good read i promise

fighting heart - boxer!jk, fluff, angst, he´s so stressed sldfkj, reader gets in a small accident and jk went crazy when a nurse answered your phone

make a wish - fluff, little smut, best friends to lovers, reader is so sweet, birthday surprise, jk shoots his shot, he only wants to spend his birthday with you

daft pretty boy - basketball cap!jk, classmates to lovers ig, see he´s smart but when he´s with you he gets nervous and forgets how to exist, he lowkey confesses and he´s sraightforward with itt, he´s got a hUGE crush on you lmao

ride - strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, jk is a fucc boy on campus, reader has tattoos and rides the coolest bike, jk has an instant crush, love at firts sight i would say, got him blushing and sweating lmao, this is an on going series but I KNOW it´ll be gREAT, I love it already

in your arms - e.r, fluff, smut, morning secs, waking up by his side for the first time after moving in

encore - game designer!jk, he is cool af, has a fat crush on reader, this is just the teaser of the fic but I really like it

crave you - idol!jk, crack, smut, fluff, hispanic choreographer reader, texting, taejikook, jk is HORNY but he´s a softie too, he´s got a big big fat crush, strenght kink bc we all know he can throw her around like a ragdoll

pretty girl - smut, tattoo artist!jk, chubby reader, THIS IS ITTTTT, he´s tall, dark and handsome, flirty af too, "pretty girl" stFUUUU, they both want to fuck so he shoots his shot at the tattoo appointment

easy - angsty, fuckboy jk, bet!trope, jk plays you so he can get his rent paid, i read this one a lawwngg time ago and decided i was an angst loving hoe

Inevitable - angst, fluff, smut, lovers to exes to lovers, baseball player!jk, dad!jk, parents au, you break up with jk years ago after you got pregnant bc you wanted him to follow his dreams and now he´s back home just to find out there´s a boy who looks just like him.. this is a masterpiece, honestly one of THEE best jk series out there, it has it all fr, the angst is angsty and the fluff is FLUFFY, i love it sm i´ve read it 3 times and never get tired of it

finish line -fluff, nerdy!jk, racer!jki loooooveee itttttt, so cute, so fluffy, this blurb uGHHHHH, just read the whole thing pls

ungodly hour - crack, smut, fluff, college au, broke college student!reader, lowkey slutty!reader, jk is thirsstttyyyyy, simping atp, "who´s dick do i have to suck for a hulu account?" this series is honestly so funny ksjakskjs

ceo au / sugardaddy au / rich bf au / coworker au

Over The Odds | The Confession - ceo jk, sugardaddy jk, jealous bf jk, sugar baby reader, he gets mad and yells bc he is lowkey insecure of her ex but reader is equaly in love. this is a series

wrong time - smut, angst, dilf!jk, ceo!jk, exes to lovers, workaholic as a scape mechanism, the one that got away type of stuff but she broke things up first for valid reasons, big big heartache but she´s still the love of his life

don´t blame me - sugar daddy!jk, ceo!jk, soft yan!jk, obsessive!jk, student!reader, unhealthy behavior on his part, manipulative behavior on her part, jealousy on both parts, he goes a lil too far but reader is bitchy and annoying, he lit gives her everythinggg she asks for, the man is..creazy about her in a very unhealthy way and she takes advantage of that, toxicc

failed quickie - cowerker jk, suggestive, they´re about to fucc on an elevator but it didn´t work, he likes his hair pulled!!1!

someone older -smut, ceo jk, divorced jk, 30 something yo jk, taehyung has a kid, younger oc, its a nice read, would do it again

break up au / cheating au / fuckboy au

night after night - smut, angst, crack, fluff, semi-retired fuckboy jk, red flag jk, stalker jk, break up au, lovers to exes to lovers, he fucked around and found out so he is FREAKING ouT, also he is beggING okk.. we love that, he also has a Harley bc he is bad boy™, they make up anyways bc he is pussy whipped.. or in love, whatevs you wanna call it

seven plus one - smut, angst, they break up for like a week and that shit got him SIMPING fr, standing under the rain begging and stuff, the man is obsessed, we love it

what could've been - smut, angst, rockstar jk, fuckboy jk, ex gf oc, he breaks her heart then leaves to become world famouse, the sees her again, they fuck, he wants to get back together bc he´s still in love but she does´t want him like that

pwp / fwb

woof, woof, woof - smut, angsty, kinda E2L, jealousy, toxic relationship, teasing , unprotected sex

you good?? - drabble, smut, "what if you gave jungkook head?" is righT bc i´ve been thinking about it for a min!!! he is mean ok yall know he is a brat buT, the head is too good to do all that, the man was shaKINg for godssakeee, so good he had to answer with a thumbs up bc reader drained him fr, left him so brain dead he couldn´t even speak

afterglow - smut, fwb!jk, slight possessive!jungkook, dirty talking, degrading nicknames, but he cares ok, he´s trying to get out of the friend zone

every side of you - very pwp, he is a rough sex loverrr, he compares readers moans with angelic melodies like??? he´s so romantic like that, but also: degrading dirty talk, he is rouGH alright, straight up clingy bf after sex, sweet loving talk + cute cute aftercare, he is just pERFECT

come sit on my lap - pwp, lots of praisingg, they way this is written is good yall, "use me" , “so polite” shUT UPPPP im literally blushing, AND he is also cute at the end?? i hate it heREEEE :´)

birthday gift - honoring his 26th birthday with this masterpiece, he like to talkkkk ok?? dirty talk, degrading nicknames kinda talk, "dumb bitch" kinda talk, growling while he calls you names, i was shook fr

he has a lot of cum - boyfriend!jk, the title I- , he DOES have a lot of cum, lots of stamina, lots of everYTHING, and on toP of those small details, wdym he wants to see how many times he can cum in you before it´s too full and it starts to spill????? somebody stop this man

riding jungkook´s nose - we´ve ALLL thought about this, and if you haven´t you´re lying, periodt. pRAISINGGG, he´s in a pussy-drunk frenezy, he likes feeling used, he likes getting his hair pulled, he likes getting his face wET, it´s sickenINGGGG goreaditplease

fucking in the gym - this was inspired by that one pic of him and jimin with their back out, I SEE THE VISION, fucking with ceiling mirrors

wicked - smut, incubus!jk, big big corruption kink, lots of dirty ploting and dirty talk, yupppp this is a good one, so detailed, love me a fic that lit makes me see what i´m reading

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