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n4mina · 2 years
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manifestation me thinks
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xpeachesncream · 2 years
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omfg!! i was at the concert last night too and i’m still in a state of shock, i miss them already! i’m glad you had fun 🥰
AHHHH! it was the best time ever, i'm so glad you got to see them love!!! i miss them too 🥺 so so much. mentally im definitely still in vegas lmao
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bangtangalicious · 4 months
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nexus (m) part 5
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focus: jungkook x reader, seokjin x reader, taehyung x reader | smut: seokjin x reader
summary: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest. after a shocking murder, a detective with a vendetta drags you into unraveling a web of dangerous lies that cause you to question who you trust, and who you love
characters: detective!jungkook, ex/bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model/gangster!hoseok, therapist!jimin
genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime/mafia!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au
wordcount: 7.5k
warnings: proceed with caution. soft yandere vibes but nothing too explicit, angst, arguing, pool sex, unprotected sex, pet names (princess), arms dealing mentions, jin has some dom energy i guess, taehyung gives solid yandere vibes tbh, choking, strip tease, masturbation, LOADs of sexual tension, flirting, a sickening amount of making out, taehyung tries to kill you but not really, manipulation, firearms, discussions of mental instability (inaccurate), power dynamics, misogyny, feelings of betrayal, heartbreak, anxiety, fainting, taehyung is cold as ice ice baby, jungkook is angsty, jin is a sexy bitch, character death
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Your eyes fluttered open. A familiar feeling of unease sweeping over you as your mind calibrates. No longer were you dreaming of Jungkook’s strong arms around you. His fingers exploring the expanse of your skin.
His lips—his eyes, everywhere.
No.
He was a Jeon.
You couldn’t fall in love with a Jeon.
There was a shadow casting over you. At the edge of your vision, an ethereal silhouette standing in your doorway.  Enveloped in a dark silk robe. His open collarbones striking in contrast.
Eyes sharp. Precise. Memorizing you.
“Morning” You rubbed your eyes. He said nothing.
“I said good morning, Taehyung”
“It’s 3 in the afternoon” His voice was ice.
“Well,” You sat up, running your fingers over the expanse of your soft blanket. “I hope you haven’t been waiting for me”
Taehyung scoffed slightly.
“I know better than to waste my time waiting for you”
A knife twisted deep in your heart. His words were so bitter. Tone nonchalant. Running his fingers through his jet-black hair. Taking a better look, you could see the ends of his hair were damp. Beads of water on his neck.
He went to your bedside, pouring a glass of water. His arms—those subtle veins—flexing as he did. He looked up at you. His expression shifted. Glossing with rage.
The glass shattered in his hand.
“Shit” You got up, pulling him away from the shards. Brushing fragments off of his robe “Fuck Tae—”
“I see the hickeys all over your chest.” Your eyes widened.
“Excuse me?”
He reached out shamelessly, fingers tracing along your collarbone. A subtle trail of his blood. Dipping into the sweetheart of your neck. His fingers slid up to your throat, pushing your chin up with his thumb.
“Taehyung—”
His grip tightened. Every single one of his fingers wrapped around you like a vice. You could feel the hate in his touch. The resentment on his skin.
“It would be so easy to send you exactly where you belong.” The edge of his lip quirked. “In hell, with my bastard brother. You two deserve each other”
His dark eyes possessed you. You became hauntingly aware that he could probably just kill you. That 10 years of resentment and isolation would brew all kinds of complicated problems.
He released you. You gasped for air, collapsing over yourself as his menacing eyes remained steady.
“What do you want, huh?” You folded your arms over your chest, “I apologized. I begged for forgiveness. The least you can do is tell me what I’m apologizing for.”
Taehyung was younger than you. But watching the expression around his eyes you could tell he’d been through a lot. He was dark—tortured, hurting inside and all you wanted was to take it all away.
“What the hell did they do to you?” You sat back down on the edge of your bed. Taehyung towered over you. Tongue rolling against his cheek.
“Detective Jeon’s father” Taehyung started, “Killed your mother.”
Oh so we’re just diving straight in. Inhaling sharply, you gave him a nod. “I know”
Of course you knew. It was fueling your latest dilemma. Your mantra every time Jungkook kissed you so deliciously and you had to pull yourself back to the reality that he was, in fact, a Jeon.
“Well, I’m the one who saw it happen” Taehyung began to tremble slightly, sliding onto the barstool with you next to him. You set a hand on his knee. “I told hyung, because I was so fucking scared. I thought he would hurt you next. When hyung gets angry he…”
A small smile spread over your lips. You were no stranger to Jin’s anger. How terrifying he could be in the, albeit rare times he would lose his otherwise charming demeanor.
“He had me point out who killed her. He took me with him and he shot Mr. Jeon. Like a maniac. Then he turned around and told the Chairwoman that I pulled the trigger. And my mother…was furious. I think she may have been having an affair with him”
Not just an affair. You mused. She ordered the fucking kill.
But he didn’t need to know that.
“She was furious at me. I was young, and I allegedly had killed someone. Naturally, she sent me away to get psychiatric help. Jin was her shining star, of course. The first son. She believed him over me”
Taehyung’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment. It reminded of you when you’d watch him doze off in your lap. He really did have such beautiful eyelashes.
“That man who was impersonating me, Dr. Park—he was on my care team. He was instructed to give me pills to keep me from being stable enough to leave the facility. Jin orchestrated all of it. He kept me locked up for 10 years, just so he could have you all to himself. I figured it out. Stopped taking meds. I figured out he was trying to impersonate me so I began to lie to him. Hoping that someone I trusted—you, Namjoon—someone would notice he wasn’t me”
You held your hands out. Reluctantly, he placed his palm against yours, letting you squeeze. His eyes flashed. They were starved for affection, you could tell. He must not have had anyone to support him. To touch him. To keep him out of his mind.
“What do you need from me to fix this?” You blinked up at him earnestly. He simply held your gaze. Words apparently caught, as he gulped. “Because I will do anything”
“Time”
Fair.
“You’ve changed” It was meant as an insult. Of course, considering what Taehyung knew of you. A naïve, innocent girl who believed in fantasies. “Do you still play cards?”
Your grip on him tightened excitedly. “I do. Would you like to play?”
He squinted at you. “Later. Detective Jeon called for you” His eyes went back to your bruised chest. You wondered how he was able to figure out so much without any words.
Letting his hand go, you rose to go get changed. Taehyung’s hand brushed against your elbow, stopping you.
“Princess” He breathed shakily.
“Yeah?” You looked back at him.
“Did you and my brother…were you together?”
You smiled. Thinking back to the last night you saw him. The sweet moments before chaos erupted.
“No” Your fingers twisted against the fabric of your tank top. “We did not get together”
Taehyung nodded, heading for your door. He slowed down, for barely a second. Not even looking at you.
Hauntingly soft, he whispered:
“I’ll always know when you’re lying to me, princess”
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- The night of the murder -
His plush lips melted against yours. He kissed you like you were a craving he couldn't shake. Like those lips weren't the very same ones spewing the lies that made it impossible for you to trust him. As if he could break through to you through the tug of his teeth against your bottom lip. Or the soft breaths he'd breathe into you.
It was everything. From your fingertips to your head, every inch of you brought to life. You’d never felt anything like it. Dizzy with need, you kissed him back harder, wanting to get lost in him.
He exhaled, barely able to catch his breath. His eyes were so sincere, so in love, you felt your throat get caught. Your chest burning.
“I love you Y/n” He had said it in one fell breath, cursing as his lips continued to move against yours. You could have been flying, you’d never quite felt so high.
“I-I love you too, Jin please”
“Fuck” The growl in his voice had you weak in the knees, “Princess you say my name like that I swear I’ll” He bit into your bottom lip softly, nose tracing yours. His words were caught, and you felt him stiffen.
“So do it” You blinked at him, gripping his shirt so tight it could tear. “Come on, Jin. I won’t tell. You won’t tell.”
His hands circled your hips. Pinching the fabric, tugging at it unconsciously.
“But then what, hm? Princess? I can’t let you go once I’ve had a taste”
“So don’t let me go.” You pleaded. Jin looked away. “You hate that I am getting engaged. You hate when I flirt with your friends. You hate that I have Yoongi. You’re jealous.”
You dropped your volume “Because you want me just as bad”
Jin looked into your eyes and you swore you could see his heart breaking. He was so beautiful, so twisted and yet you adored him.
“Princess…your mother” Jin stroked your waist tenderly, speaking softly. “She didn’t like me. At all. She specifically put in her will that if you and I ever got married you would lose control of her company. Of Nexus. Otherwise”
Jin smiled in defeat, gazing into your starry eyes. “I would have made you mine the second I could”
And just like that. Nothing—nothing was going to keep off of this man.
The safehouse was surrounded by a pine forest. The air was chilly, the stars glimmering in the sky. The back pool was glowing with underlights—the blue marbling reflecting off your face as you sat poolside, legs like a pendulum, kicking against your thoughts.
Jin slowly made his way outside after making the two of you a drink.
He handed your glass to you. Clinking it against his own before you both took a sip. A mutual decision to lose inhibition.
“You okay?” His question was sincere. You stared back into the pool. The edge had a small, sleek fountain. Pouring in more and more—but never overspilling.
You downed your drink. Welcome the burn down your throat. Jin took a seat on the firm cushioned pool chair. Legs spread, resting his elbows on his thighs. Swirling the glass against his wrist as he watched you.
His chest muscles pressing against the fabric of his button-down. He had popped a few buttons open, revealing his smooth chest. The glowing light reflected in his smouldering eyes. Eyes that were on the edge of danger. One word away from snapping.
You set your glass aside. Leaning back on your palms, stretching your neck back.
“You didn’t touch me in the shower this morning”
He took another sip.
“We’re just friends”
You got up, the water dripping down your legs. Facing him. Your dress was already scrunched up, but you looked Jin straight in the eye as you hooked your fingers under the straps, letting it glide down your frame.
“You’re right” You responded. A grin hooked on Jin’s face.
“You really are beautiful, princess” His voice was breathless. His compliments only fueled you. You loved his words like they were silk ribbons against your bare skin.
Next was your panties. Dragging them down your legs—you tossed them towards Jin. Without flinching, he caught them.
He was clearly amused. Intrigued to see what you would do next. Your naked body shivered in the crisp night. Nipples hard and aching to be touched.
“You like playing games with me, right Jin? Making bets”
You jumped into the water. Wading your way to the other end of the pool.
“Sure, princess”
“Then I bet you can’t come into this water and not fuck me”
“What’s in it for me?” He tilted his head, taunting you.
“I win, you take me out of this stupid marriage deal. You win—and I’ll give you Nexus”
His eyes flashed with interest. Thumb running against his jaw and he considered your offer.
Without an answer, Jin finished off his drink. Kicking his shoes off he stepped into the pool—clothes on. Wading towards you.
You could see his chest under his shirt now—the water bleeding through the white. He approached you. Inches away. Not touching.
And then your fingers slipped into your cunt. Without leaving his gaze.
Lips parting, you gasped. You pumped yourself, your other hand falling onto Jin’s neck. His pupils widened when he realized what you were doing.
“You really have no shame”
You let out a soft laugh, but the heat in your core was overbearing. Your fingers trailed up Jin’s neck, cupping his jaw before you pushed your thumb between his lips.
And he sucked it.
Shamelessly.
You surged with wetness.
You floated closer to him still, watching the way his mouth moved, Imagining against your throbbing pussy.
You added another finger to your cunt. Jin’s tongue pushed out your thumb.
“You feel good, princess?” His voice was coarse. You bit your lip, whining as you nodded.
“Yeah” Your voice was embarrassingly whiny. “M’ wanna come”
“What’s that?” Jin taunted, his gaze darkening on you. You could feel the heat radiating off of his skin.
“Wanna come…for you” You slide your mouth against his. He kissed you firmly, his hand reaching down, gripping your wrist hard and pulling you out of yourself. Replacing it with his own two fingers.
He cursed, as you clenched down on his fingers. His thumb rubbing against your clit. Slowly.
Your foreheads pressed together. Mouths open, breathing each other in.
“Wanna come”
“Not yet” Jin growled.
“Please” You whimpered softly. “Let me come”
Jin smirked, his other hand curling around your neck. “You listen to me.” He growled. “You come when I fucking tell you to come. Is that clear?”
How were you not supposed to get more turned on by that? You soaked his fingers and his grip on your throat tightened.
He pulled his fingers out so fast, it made you dizzy. The night thing you knew he was lifting you up, pulling your thighs apart so you could wrap your legs around him. His jaw slacked against your neck, sucking your skin as you cried out into the night.
“Fuck” He hissed, “You’re so hot” He cupped your breast, pushing it up to meet his lips. He sucked on your nipples in tight tugs—before widening his mouth so his tongue could flick at you.
Flipped you around—you back against his chest. The buckle of his belt pressed against the cushion of your ass. His hands fisting your breasts. Lips behind your ear.
You were so overstimulated, you wanted to cry. You could come from these teasing touches alone—and you knew he knew it. Your body was glowing despite the cool water it was submerged in. Every cell alive with desire.
He gripped your throat again, pulling you back to him so he could kiss your neck. His hair brushing against you, making you feral.
And then he unzipped his pants.
Pushed himself inside you.
“Go ahead” He ordered. “Come”
The pressure of him filling you up had you shattering. You screamed as you came all over his cock, squeezing the life out of him as he hissed violently. He didn’t move, just let you spasm with wetness while he felt every bit. You lost your balance, held up only by his fingers on your neck and breast which were still squeezing at you.
He filled you up so painstakingly good. And the fact that he just snapped so suddenly had you twitching all over. You’d never come so hard in your life.
If anyone were to see you right now, they’d see a man dressed in drenched business attire fucking a fully naked woman against a pool wall.
Fuck.
“You lost” You mumbled, reaching back to touch his cheek. You turned your face as much as you could to look into his eyes. “I won”
“I don’t give a fuck” Jin growled. “You’re mine now”
You smiled blissfully as his heavy cock dragged out of your cunt before slamming back inside you. The water in the pool spilling out over the edges. Splashing wildly.
“Jin—yes” You pouted with pleasure. “Oooh fuck, yes”
He took his time. Each thrust harder than the previous. And he watched your expression. The way your eyes rolled back, lips parted almost drooling at how good he was fucking you.
“So fucking tight for me, Princess—fuck” He dug his teeth against your ear. “You know how many times I’ve thought about this—ramming my fat cock into you while you whine and beg for me just like this”
He slid out, turning you to face him. He took a moment to smile, a look of incredulous disbelief in his electric eyes.
“My good girl” He tugged your bottom lip. “My pretty girl” His lips glued to yours. Lingering “You’re mine princess”
You nodded, humming against him. He rubbed the head of his cock against your clit—not leaving your lips for more than a second.
“Why’d you give in?” You asked him.
He slid back into you seamlessly. And you felt right at home. Gazing into his eyes, lips locked, with him inside you.
He rolled his hips, bouncing you up and down on his length. Your fingers scraping against his back. Finally grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging it. Jin hissed, biting at your lips. His hands on your ass, squeezing the flesh, digging his fingers in.
He licked your teeth, then your lips, before pushing his tongue into your mouth.
He gripped your jaw, tilting your chin up.
“Look at me, princess”
You did.
He sheathed himself inside of you. “Come”
And you exploded.
He had you on command. The power he held over you was absurd but you loved it. You loved him.
“Good girl” He stroked your face. The aftershocks consumed you as you whimpered. He coaxed you through it. “There you go, princess, you’re doing so good” Pecking kisses at the edge of your lips as you cursed out.
He slid his hand between your hot bodies, rubbing your clit as you writhed in his hold. He kept you cumming until there were tears in your eyes. And you were begging him—screaming for him to stop.
All the while, he kept digging into you. His pace picking up but his gaze never leaving yours.
And by God the way he looked at you—that was someone in love. So possessed with the flaming adoration and desire that reason flew out the door. He’d kill for you. He’d die for you. You had no doubt in your mind.
And then darkness came knocking into your mind and your high dissipated. You were supposed to kill him tonight.
Your eyes softened at him. A tear rolling down your cheek. Jin slowed his pace, looking at you with concern. He swiped the tear away with his thumb.
“Princess” He whispered, nudging your cheek, “Everything okay?”
The tears began to stream down faster. Jin move your arms so he could hold both your hands, still inside you.
“What’s wrong?” The possessive edge in his voice was evident.
You sniffled.
“I love you so fucking much Jin”
Jin buckled over, digging his nails into your wrists. You could feel the hot pressure burst between your legs.
“Fuck” He cursed loudly, pounding into you at a punishing speed as spurts of cum painted your walls.
He calmed down, pulling you into a tight embrace. Kissing the back of your shoulder.
Facing you again, cupping your face in his palms. He searched your eyes.
“The only way you’re getting engaged tomorrow is over my dead body, princess” He promised. “You’re mine now, forever”
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- Present Day -
Jungkook wasn’t sure if you’d even want to see him after how the two of you left things the previous night.
Guilt seized him.
“Why exactly are you putting us in a room together?” Across the room, Park Jimin sat, handcuffed to his chair. The light hanging above illuminated his glimmering eyes. Hair tousled. “You know I can just tell her that it was you. I was Jin’s therapist—I know you two were—”
Footsteps echoed from the hall.
“Shut up.” Jungkook rolled his eyes.
He felt his heart get lighter as you walked into the room.
You. Causal. Jungkook’s cock twitched. Those little shorts that made him want to just grab at you. A long-sleeved hoodie that covered your hands. This version of you, he swore he was obsessed. The version not hiding behind all the Kim’s blood money.
Jungkook knew you were attractive. From the time he lost his breath seeing you at your engagement, until now. But right now. Despite the tiredness in your eyes. He swore you’d never looked hotter.
He reached out for your hand.
The moment you touched; both of your eyes met. Some sense of understanding passed between you.
I’m sorry.
I know. Gazing into your eyes had become such a familiar thing. He couldn’t pinpoint when, but you went from antagonizing him to being a source of comfort.
You were still a brat. And he’d tell you as much.
“Sure, don’t mind me as you eye fuck each other” Jimin’s voice interrupted the tender moment.
Jungkook's fingers intertwined with yours, forming a reassuring grip as he guided you to a seat beside him. The warmth of his touch lingered, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the inside of your wrist—a silent promise that he was there by your side.
"Y/n, Dr. Park. I want to walk through the timeline of the murder with you both to see where your stories diverge. Now, I don’t think either of you did this," Jungkook stated with a calm resolve. “I think it was Jung Hoseok.”
Jungkook felt the tension ripple through you.
He watched as you looked at Jimin. Examining him with distaste. Thoughts running rampant in your mind—he just wanted to climb inside and hear what you were thinking.
“No.” You cleared your throat. “It was me.”
“What?” Both Jungkook and Jimin were startled by the sudden confession.
“I killed Jin. Arrest me”
Jimin’s brows furrowed. Jungkook was simply shocked.
“Y/n this isn’t funny.”
You brushed off his question, pulling your hand out of his grasp. “I hated Jin. I knew about his years of scheming and lies. I knew that he was trying to get hold of my mother’s company after his mother gave everything to Namjoon. And I knew that he wanted me to get married to Taehyung so that he could deem him mentally unstable, send him away again, and steal my shares through the board once we got married”
“Y/n” Jungkook tried to get you to look at him, but you wouldn’t. Your eyes were on Jimin, communicating who knows what to that crazy manipulative bastard. “If you confess, I will actually have to arrest you”
Jimin was quick to interject. “Wait. Hoseok was there that night too, wasn’t he?”
You flinched.
“Y/n. For the love of God just walk us through what else happened that night. Don’t leave anything out. You can trust me” Jungkook urged you.
You pursed your lips. You were playing another game—he could see it in your eyes. Were you lying—why were you lying—and who exactly were you trying to protect?
“Yeah. Fine. Hobi was there. Luckily for me, because Jin and I got into an argument as I figured out what he was up to, and he got so angry that he—” You inhaled sharply “He hit me. So Hobi punched him”
A ringing struck Jungkook’s ears. He hit you. Kim Seokjin laid a hand on you.
A seething rage ran through his veins. He stood up, unable to contain the anger. Needing release.
His fists clenched as he did his best not to punch through the wall.
"That bastard. God, if he wasn't dead, I'd kill him myself,"
Your words from the previous day lingered in Jungkook's mind: "I've grown up around men like that."
For all he knew, Jin had been abusive this whole time.
Jimin smiled, “Funny you say that Detective” Jungkook shot him a look.
"I'm fine, okay. Hoseok and I go way back. He had been setting Namjoon up for months, putting the idea into his head to kill Jin by making Namjoon jealous that I was going to get engaged to Taehyung, and that it was Jin’s fault," you explained.
"Namjoon... and you?" He searched your eyes for an explanation. You avoided him once again. “Well couldn’t you have married him instead, I mean?”
Jimin chuckled, "That was Jin’s doing. Namjoon was totally in love with her. But Jin made sure that she was alienated from him after he assaulted her. He made Namjoon promise it would be Taehyung, convincing him it was what their mom wanted"
“What?” Jungkook’s jaw twitched.
“He did not assault me” You assured him, “He tricked me into giving him my virginity. How’d Jin even know about that?”
“Baby girl,” Jimin spoke steadily, “Jin knew everything about you. I wasn’t lying about the cameras. He monitored you like a hawk”
A disturbed look passed over you.
"Okay. Hoseok came and punched Jin, and then what happened? Did he shoot him? " Jungkook urged you on.
"No. I did”
Jungkook ran his hand through his hair, frustration evident. “You and me. Outside, now”
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Jungkook directed you to an empty investigation room. Worn out and frustrated as he shut the door behind you.  
He didn’t say a word. Hands finding your hips.
Lips taking your life away.
You craved him. He groaned against your mouth, breath hot and fingers desperate. Lips tangling under a cloud of denial. Searching for a sweet escape.
“Y/n—we do need to talk—” Jungkook hissed in pleasure, forcing himself to part with you. He inhaled you, tracing his nose against your jaw as you arched your back into his touch. Chest heavy with want.
“I missed you” You moaned softly against his mouth.
Jungkook bit back a smile. Eyes ghosting from your eyelids to your lips “I’m sorry” He took on a more serious tone. His thumb running up and down your throat. “About last night”
“Jungkook, I loved last night” You spoke breathlessly. “It was the first good night I’ve had in a while”
Jungkook's fingers traced gentle patterns on your skin as he spoke. The soft glow of a nearby lamp accentuated the contours of his face, casting shadows that danced with the weight of his words.
“Why are you still lying to me, Y/n?”
Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and your fingers found solace in the tousled strands of his hair. The scent of his cologne lingered, a familiar comfort amidst the chaos of your thoughts.
“Have I not proved myself to you? You still don’t trust me”
“You don’t trust me either, do you?” you asked, your voice a mere whisper that hung in the charged air between you. “Are you gonna let me go?”
You nudged him with your nose, a silent plea for honesty. “Are you gonna arrest me?”
He held your gaze, a storm brewing in the depths of his eyes.
“I—” Jungkook's voice caught, emotions raw and unfiltered.
“I hate that I’m falling for you.”
Your eyes widened. His confession was wildly uncalled for and sent you into a vortex of your thoughts.
Blush painted his cheeks. Speaking from the heart was evidently new territory for him.
“And I can’t stop.”
Your heart trembled. Fuck. You felt the same. You knew it, despite everything. You didn’t think it was possible to love so soon after Jin. Jungkook wasn’t Jin. He was simple. Exactly who he showed up as. He wasn’t playing games.
You were. And you couldn’t hurt him like this any longer.
“You know this doesn’t end well, Jungkook,” you whispered, fingers tracing the contours of his face. “I have to marry a Kim to get my company back”
The realization hit you. You couldn’t marry Taehyung—Taehyung hated you. He would murder you in his sleep, and you couldn’t have that.
Your plan failed. You couldn’t blame this on Namjoon anymore. You needed him.
"You’d marry someone just for a company?" Jungkook asked, his low voice laced with disbelief and frustration. "I thought you hated the way the Kim’s controlled you. Why would you willingly tie yourself to them?"
Your shoulders tensed, a defensive response bubbling up. "It's not just about them, Jungkook. Nexus is my birthright, and I have responsibilities. It’s all I have. I can't just walk away from it because you don’t like the world it comes from"
You knew he wouldn’t understand. People like you were groomed to take over family businesses. All you wanted was revenge. On a life that robbed you of choice. To do that, you needed power. You needed Nexus.
"Why not?" Jungkook shot back, his eyes searching yours for a glimmer of understanding. "Nexus is dangerous—isn’t that the whole reason Jin was trying to keep you out of it?"
"I don't need you to rescue me, Jungkook"
His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing in a mixture of frustration and hurt. "This isn't about rescuing you! I can't stand the thought of you tying yourself to a family that's suffocating you when I could offer you something better."
"And what is that, Jungkook?" you challenged, your frustration mirroring his. "A life where I’m with the son of the man who murdered my mother in cold blood?”
Pindrop silence.
Aside from the harmony of your haggard breaths.
“What?” Jungkook’s large eyes quivered with shock. Did he really not know?
“You think your dad was killed for no good reason—well there was one. Actually.”
Jungkook looked down, “Y/n.” But you knew there was nothing he could say. He couldn’t change the fact that it happened. That the two of you had history before you’d even met.
A bitter laugh escaped you, "We could never work"
"You think I wanted this?" Jungkook exclaimed. "I despised everything about you. And I tried to resist it because I knew it would be complicated. But, fuck, I want you. You want me. I don’t know why, I don’t know when, but somewhere along the line, I stopped hating you”
Your heart melted at his words.
“And you became everything”
You stared at him. Disbelief. And then you were running into his arms. He was lifting you up into a kiss. The kind of kiss that drowns you. The desperation, the pent-up frustration from your argument—the hopelessness of what you felt for one another—was a beautiful concoction of flames dancing between you.
“Y/n” Jungkook mumbled but you wouldn’t leave his lips. Afraid if you did, the moment would end again. And you didn’t want to think. You wanted to fade away.
Your fingers slid under his shirt. Searching his muscles.
Growling lowly, Jungkook pressed you against the wall again. Eyelashes brushing against one another, his expression softened seeing your swollen lips and desperate eyes. Stay. His eyes called to you. Stay with me.
“I’m sorry” You whispered so softly, your words feathering against his skin. “I’ll go, Jungkook”
He grabbed your wrist.
“No” Jungkook closed in on you, “I’m placing you under arrest”
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Hobi’s manicured nails traced along the sleek contours of a pistol. Custom made. In his pocket, he felt the vibration of his phone.
Setting the gun down on the glass table, he placed his phone against his ear.
You have a call from—
“I accept the charges” This should be good.
“He knows your name”
There was no time for greetings with you. You weren’t into the charmed bullshit like Jin was.
Hobi inhaled sharply. Fuck. If the investigation moved in his direction, everything would be at risk. All these years, he had been meticulous and careful. Flying under the radar of any and all authorities. You’d only know his truth if he was in business with you. To the world, he wore a carefully curated mask. A budding model. To explain the money.
Explain his sin-stained wealth.
You paused for a moment, “He knows you and I have known each other. He also knows you dated Jin”
The last comment was an accusation. He heard you loud and clear. He knew you well enough now after the last three years spent plotting this intricate web to recapture Nexus for you. After the Chairwoman died, he approached you. Told you the truth about Jin’s intentions.
“How long? When were you going to tell me—before or after we planned to kill him?”
Kim Seokjin was a good fuck. He talked too much for one thing, but Hobi didn’t really mind. He liked to be in control of the situation. Play both sides, if you will. Dating a man like Seokjin meant letting him think he was in charge, when in fact, the reigns were in his own hands all along. He knew about Jin’s psychotic past. His twisted quest. All of it.
Lying was natural to him. One of the first skills he learned. “I was just doing it to make sure he didn’t know what we were up to”
“But he did know. Before you showed up that night, that’s what we were arguing about. I knew what he was up to. He knew what I was up to. And I think you told him”
“Careful darling” Hobi’s voice was silk, “I’m not someone you want to play against”
“They were going to pin the murder on you but I got them off your scent because if they find out about you—they find out—”
“That your mom was a mobster” Hobi spoke plainly “And that Nexus distributes weapons”
Thus the reason Hobi knew about you. Your mother. His family. They were in business together. You’d grown up as loose family friends who lost touch as life materialized until Hobi decided to make his move. Everything precise. Everything calculated.
“Yeah. So I confessed. It was a bluff. I didn’t think he’d arrest me but”
“You poked the bear, I assume”
“We’re not pinning this on Joon. I need to marry him to get control. I refuse to marry Taehyung—swear to God that kid will kill me in my sleep. Figure something else out, or I will whip that Detective around my finger and get him to blame you for it anyway.”
Hobi felt bored, suddenly. Meaningless threats were of no consequence. He owned the police for all he cared. He was untouchable.
“I’m not sure little unhinged Taehyung will react well to you marrying Namjoon. Perhaps you should consider staying in jail. Considering you did pull the trigger”
He could feel your energy shift through the phone. And what you said next was the only time you’d ever managed to tilt him off of his high-horse.
“I did. But he didn’t die. After we left, I saw him again”
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Namjoon was back in his home office, urgently responding to some emails. Even among the chaos—he still had an empire to run.
His phone rang. “What?” His tone snarky.
“Y/n’s been arrested” Hoseok’s amused voice filled his ears, “She confessed to murdering Jin”
Namjoon’s brows furrowed, “Why the hell would she do that? And why do you know about it before me?”
“Namjoon. Someone innocent is going to rot in jail for something we both know you did”
Shit. Namjoon sunk into his ergonomic chair. Hobi was right. But if he went to jail then who the hell would run the company?
“I can watch over things for you until you cut a deal. I’m sure they’ll offer you something” It was as if Hobi could read his mind. “I know you, Joonie. You won’t be able to live knowing she’s in jail because of you”
But the truth was that, Namjoon had doubts. He remembered going to the safehouse. He remembered getting into a fight with Jin—Jin who was already battered up.
He didn’t mean for him to die. He had been drunk out of his mind.
“Namjoon” Hobi was persistent, “Don’t be like Jin. Do the right thing. Confess”
Fine. Namjoon shut his laptop and reached for his keys. He hung up the phone, rushing into the hall.
“Taehyung” He searched for his younger brother. He was still reading in the same position Namjoon had seen him when he returned home. He had to tell him what was going on. You were going to come home to him and he needed to know you’d be safe.
“Y/n’s been arrested for Jin’s murder. She confessed but—” He gulped, “She didn’t do it. It was me. I killed him, because I was jealous. I didn’t want her to get engaged to…well you…and Jin was the one forcing her”
Taehyung sat, soundless. Not a word, not a breath.
“I won’t let her go down for this. I’m going to confess. I may have to serve some time in jail—but I can cut a deal. They want to get to me anyway. She will come back alone, and my friend will be watching the company but” Namjoon panted.
He kneeled in front of Taehyung, palms to his knees. “I want you to know I missed you. I know we were never very close. But I hate what happened to you, I hate our mom for it, I hate Jin for it. You’re adjusting. You’re angry, and I understand. But you need to take care of Y/n. She’s our responsibility”
Taehyung nodded, as Namjoon stood up and rushed towards the door.
“Hyung wait!” Namjoon stilled. Taehyung never called him that before.
He walked up to him, before wrapping his arms around his shoulders. “Come home soon”
Namjoon’s otherwise cold heart was flush with love. He had almost forgotten what it was like to have family who cares. His eyes became teary—but he had not time.
He was going to save you.
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“Dr. Park”
You sneered at the smirking face before you. In the shared cell, for the first time you faced him alone since everything went down.
“You’re so interesting, Y/n” Great. Not even here for a minute and he’s already psychoanalyzing me. “We both know you didn’t go through with it”
You sat down in front of him, making sure there was a good amount of space. He tapped against the wall aimlessly. The air was musty—even a little cold. You regretted not wearing leggings. Legs bare against the bench.
Jungkook's confession replayed in your mind like a broken record. His hopeful, big, gorgeous brown eyes turned wounded. He opened up for you. He lay down his vendetta, for you. And you simply couldn’t do the same.
Because this is so much bigger than him.
“You can tell me what’s wrong you know” Jimin said. For once, his voice wasn’t laced with amusement. “I know you don’t trust me, but I am a therapist”
“Why’d you even do this?” You spat, hugging your arms against your stomach. “What was in this for you?”
Jimin smiled. “Jin was unlike any of my other patients. He asked a favor, and honestly I was just so interested to see how this would all play out. It’s a house of cards blowing over. Brick by brick”
You frowned. “What would have happened if we didn’t figure it out? Were you planning on actually marrying me? Living with me for the rest of your life?”
Jimin shook his head. “That was never the plan. He needed someone to show up at the wedding. Jin never let Taehyung out because he was terrified that Taehyung would want revenge. So I was to stand in. Get married to you, and then disappear. After all, Jin wanted you to himself but he didn’t want to share you. He can’t marry you—it ruins his plans. After I’d disappear, Jin would say that Taehyung was back in in-patient treatment to the board and take your shares”
You raised your eyebrows. “My mom ran nexus without a man by her side for years. I don’t understand why I had to get married to get access to them”
Jimin clicked his tongue. “That was Jin’s doing. Chairwoman Kim oversaw your trust while you were in her guardianship. Jin leveraged the threat of Taehyung to get her to add the provision. Jimin grinned widely, “Then he killed her”
Your mouth went dry.
“Slowly—and made it look like cancer. But she also knew it was coming, so she didn’t give him the company. Kim’s will do what they do” Jimin marveled, almost in admiration. It made you sick.
Something in your gut twisted so violently, you wanted to hurl.
“And Hobi” You went on despite your state, “When did that start?”
“Oh that had been going on for a long time” Jimin waved his hand, “On and off. They were a bit toxic.”
“Did Jin know…about Hobi?”
“You mean who his family was? Of course he did. He knew about Hobi and Hobi helped him plot all this out. Later, Hobi said he found out you knew everything—I don’t think Jin knew you two knew each other. But they both stood to gain. If Jin got control of Nexus, Hobi and he would be in business together. Though in my opinion I think Hobi was also planning some sort of seduce, marry, kill type thing to expand his own power”
Was there even a single person in your life who was ever honest with you? A stampede trailblazed over your chest. You were bleeding out on the inside so much that it all began to go quiet. All began to feel numb.
“Why wouldn’t Jin just ask me for Nexus? Why go through all this—he knew I’d do anything for him?”
“Y/n, I’m a doctor. I work with intense patients and sometimes in in-patient facilities. People who see me are truly twisted. You can’t hope to understand why they act the way they do. Besides, your mom had gone to great lengths to make sure that Jin specifically kept his paws off you”
Why? You thought back. If your mother hated Jin why would she have let you spend so much time with him? With his family. The two of you had been inseperable.
“Wanna know something else that’s fun?”
You glared at him.
“Jin truly, genuinely believed that everything he was doing was for you”
Don’t say it. You looked down, blinking back tears.
“He loved you. He wanted to keep you safe. Away from gun dealers and mob life. He just wanted you to have everything you wanted without a care in the world. Jury’s still out on if it’s romantic—or just insane”
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Namjoon burst into the precinct. Jungkook was at his desk, staring blankly at the screen in front of him. “It was me. Not her. I killed Jin. There you go. Let her go right fucking now” He went on to corroborate his story. It matched up. Him being drunk, arriving at the safehouse no doubt after you and Hoseok had left. A gun was there. Jin was already down. And Namjoon had oh so much motive.
Jungkook couldn’t help but wonder if all your lies and games had just been to protect Namjoon. You acted so indebted to this family of psychopaths—after what Namjoon did to you you were trying to keep him out of Jail?
He was thrilled suddenly. Namjoon away meant you were free. You wouldn’t be able to marry him, not yet—and he had time to show you that you belonged with him. Away from these freaks.
“Okay” Jungkook said, satisfied with the confession. He motioned to guards to take Namjoon into the cell. You and Jimin both were dragged out in exchange.
“You’re free to leave” Jungkook looked down, pretending to shift around the papers on his desk. He couldn’t look you in the eye—the pain was still too tender. Jimin didn’t need to be told twice. He fled immediately. But you, you stayed.
Jungkook looked up at you, annoyed. “What?” He was back to the spiteful tone with which he spoke to you when the two of you had just met.
“I know you hate me” You said quietly. Jungkook noticed the queasy look in your eyes, “But Jimin just told me—everything. And Taehyung is at home who terrifyies me. I guess what I’m asking is—”
“Thought you can take care of yourself”
There was real, raw hurt in your eyes. Jungkook felt a little guilty. He knew this had all been emotionally traumatic for you. He’d seen you fall apart and put yourself back together again multiple times already.
“Jungkook” You gripped the edge of his desk, losing your balance. Alarms went off in his chest. His pride dissipated as you fainted—he rushed to catch you before you hit the floor.
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The light began to filter through your eyelids. Slowly you blinked, trying to understand your surroundings.
There he was. Your shadow.
“You’re awake”
Even lying on a hospital bed, Kim Taehyung didn’t give a flying fuck about you. Great.
“I’m glad”
You struggled to sit up as Taehyung neared you. He gently traced the edge of your face. His fingers were tender. Soft. You leaned into his touch.
“Don’t do that ever again” His voice dropped low. Flattening his palm against your cheek, his thumb brushed against the edge of your lips, “I can’t lose you”
Your lips parted in shock. His face was serious as ever.
“Also, there’s something you should know” He stood up, turning his back to you. Staring intently out the window.
Your chest seized with concern. You wondered what happened to Jungkook—if he was alright. You assumed he was the one who brought you to the hospital.
“Dr. Park was found dead last night” Taehyung paused. “He was murdered”
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sunflowercds · 1 year
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07 — DELULU SHIT AGAIN
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always i’ll care masterlist
pairing: min yoongi x reader
genre: social media au [smau], idol!au, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, humor, idiots in love
warnings: reader uses she/her pronouns, explicit language, very slight angst, doesn’t follow real life timeline, umm don’t look at the post time stamps yikes
author’s note: finally back at it! i’ve been feeling so stressed with school, so i thought i’d try to get back into writing to find some inspiration again. i know i’m not the best author, but thank u if ur still reading! please leave some love in my inbox, if u want :)
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sftykth · 2 years
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part 31 ¥ i like you too
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༄ perfect now
— summary: you have always been taehyungs innocent best friend, so when things take a turn he starts to realise that maybe you are not all that innocent.
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authors note: guys we are close to the ending 🥹 how do we feel?? btw i’m going to be posting a new jungkook story i already posted the preview check it out and leave any feedback it would be appreciated it!
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All I Need Is Me [Namjoon x Reader]
40. to your grave
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hearts4joon · 2 years
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back to you. fourteen.
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piedpiperslists · 2 years
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KTH: Idol Boyfriend AU
List of all Taehyung fics under 'Idol Boyfriend' AU:
* s - contains smut sm - social media format
* Last updated: 30/04/2023
D R A B B L E S
[drabble] by gimmesumsuga s PWP
[drabble] by likeastarstar headcannon
3:13 AM by likeastarstar secret relationship Summary: Based off of Billie Bossa Nova By Billie Eilish.
Accismus by drmflm angst, breakup au Summary: It hurt you to leave him, but sometimes the love you crave must come from within.
Booty Obsessed by pinkcherrybombs
“Can I please have my hoodie back?” + “Can you stop being so cute for a minute? I’m trying to be mad at you.” by honeytae
Early Celebration by joonsgotthejuice s PWP Summary: He should wait until you’re back home, but Taehyung couldn’t help himself when you looked this good and he’s had quite a bit to drink.
fool for u. by yoonkeroppi
Free Love by mirahuyooo Summary: In which, you are a broke woman who just wants to give her multimillionaire of a boyfriend something good for his birthday.
“I love you, but please stop whatever it is that you’re doing” by v-hope
“I’m very busy right now, and what you’re doing is distracting” by v-hope
It's You by heartkook Summary: With Taehyung’s naturally sociable disposition, and people surrounding him at all times, it’s easy to wonder if he needs you around.
Love Don’t Die by ughseoks
Monsieur Kim by yoongiphoria s PWP Summary: A French lesson quickly becomes a lesson in something else.
More Than Prince Albert by i-would-rather-be-queen Summary: When you go grocery shopping with them.
My Head on Your Shoulder by ikpopwriting wedding au Summary: A song in a moment brings back memories with a common theme: your head on Taehyung’s shoulder.
Out of Love by yoongiphoria angst Summary: As Taehyung and I slowly drift toward the end, this is how I can tell he's fallen out of love with me.
Permission to Pleasure by bangtanbetchfics s PWP Summary: Scenarios where you pleasure each BTS member right after the final Permission to Dance concert in LA.
Stay by n4mina Summary: In which you and Taehyung love each other, in a scenario where love isn’t enough.
Texts with BF Tae when you call him DUDE and he doesn’t like it by dreamcatcherjiah sm
* The Floor is Lava by thecozywhaleshark Summary: “Another credit card?” + “The floor is lava.”
The Virtual Proposal by blu-joons
Too Early for Kisses by stylesluxx Summary: In which Taehyung leaves for work.
We Owned the Night by knamjooned
Wrath by whatifyoulivelikethat s PWP Summary: Kinky smut themed around a deadly sin.
“You say the word, angel, and I’ll give it to you.” by honeytae s
O N E S H O T S
36″ x 48″ by jinjikook s wc~3.6k
A Little Bit of Love by namfinessed wc~3.5k Summary: There’s nothing that freaks you out more than love does.
[...] Castle (II) by satnin-darling s wc~7.7k / ft JJK, polyamory au, PWP Summary: It's another day in the SOOP and there's something about the way Taehyung and Jungkook are talking together beneath the awning that somehow ends up with you on a pleasurable tailspin.
Illegitimi Non Carborundum by hesperantha s wc~4.3k Summary: Everyone except you seems to be madly in love with your boyfriend’s new hairstyle. But really, just how many unspoken words can a few inches of hair hide in a relationship like yours?
Learned to Love by ggukiepie wc~3.6k / angst, breakup au Summary: Kim Taehyung thought you were meant to stay in his life forever, but maybe you were just a lesson he needed to learn.
Let’s Talk About Sex, Baby by jinjikook s wc~3.8k / English tutor!reader Summary: Taehyung is kinda clingy and while you love what you get up to with him, you can’t afford to miss out on a job for the sake of paying rent. Taehyung at least finds a way to make the most of things, even if it’s a little risky.
Page 1 by satnin-darling s wc~3.5k / ft JJK, polyamory au, PWP Summary: Jungkook was tidying up in the boat house just as you came down to see him. Obviously, cleaning would be at the bottom of the agenda once you were together. But while Jungkook was confident that you two would be alone to do whatever you liked since his room was apart from everyone else’s, he keeps forgetting that Taehyung liked to go the extra mile.
Red Light, Green Light by rockwithwoo s wc~8.3k / PWP Summary: Who would’ve thought that sending a harmless selfie to your boyfriend, complaining about your day while you’re apart, would end up with you edging yourself while your boyfriend tells you how and where to touch yourself?
Saudade by chateautae s wc~16k / choreographer!reader Summary: A demanding idol lifestyle was something Taehyung and yourself were all too familiar with. It wasn’t so hard when considering your unconditional love for one another, but lately, Taehyung wasn’t the same anymore; and you decide it’s time to find out why.
SOOP by satnin-darling s wc~2.8k / ft JJK, polyamory au, PWP Summary: Taehyung was meant to fetch you and Jungkook because it was already time to eat. But he happened to walk into something else and he couldn’t help but join. Oh, and for those who are left waiting, it’s not all bad
T W O S H O T S / S E R I E S
Long Term Couple by taetaespeaches s friends to lovers Summary: Drabble series on long term couple Taehyung x Peaches.
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softiejoon · 2 years
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viii. bust a tear duct
pairing: ot7 x f!reader (platonic?)
warnings/tags: niche obsessions and references (animal crossing, barbie movies), swearing, tae says d*cks and f*rry, unnecessarily long descriptions of things no one cares about, tae roasts the rest of the boys, y/n simping
a/n: happy easter!! hope you’re enjoying the chaos series <33 lmk what you think :)
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bangtangalicious · 9 months
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nexus (m) part 4
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pairing: ot7 x f-reader | smut: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader
premise: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest
summary: the murder of your best friend prompts you to team up with a vengeful detective to navigate a web of lies, betrayals and love. trust no one. people are never who they seem, and the most horrid one of all might just be the one you love most
characters: detective!jungkook, ex/bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model!hoseok, therapist!jimin
genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime/mafia!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au
wordcount: 8.8k
warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes, proceed with caution. public sex, dirty dancing hehe, breast play, degradation kink, some hand stuff, fingering, dubious consent, somnophilia, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, obsessive, possessive, manipulative behavior & themes, allusions to gambling addiction, implied stalking behavior, mentions of psychiatric facilities, implied sexual trauma, depiction of unethical therapy, physical violence (jk beats jimin up woo), slight slut shaming, gaslighting, alcohol use, partying, themes of social class resentment, but! also! love confessions! kissing! and! reunions! but lots of angst
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“Taehyung” The name left your lips in a shudder. Shut eyes quivering, entrapping you in your nightmare.
Miles away, Taehyung stared out the window. The rolling hills hinting at a familiarity. His head ached, he felt nauseous as the vibrations of Jungkook’s car hit his core. He didn’t want to see you—not that anyone would understand. He remembered you vividly—remembered his own infatuation with you. You were a shining idol in his eyes. Someone who he looked at in awe, like he did his eldest brother.
Years locked away can change one’s perception.
Years left alone can brew resentment.
You never came for him. He was certain you didn’t even try.
A grin tugged at his lips.
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The name uttered from your lips had Jimin’s eyes shooting open. Woken up from a dream—the dream where you and him were forever, and he wasn’t pretending. A world where you loved him—Park Jimin.
Your body lay curled into itself. He couldn’t help but touch you—fingers drawn to the curve of your back. Trailing down softly.  You were a troubled sleeper. He could see it in the way you flinched at his actions.
Pulling you into his warmth, he kissed the nape of your neck with a loving tenderness, ghosting up to your ear where he whispered your name sweetly.
Your name. The first words Seokjin ever said to him. He was the most complex patient he’d ever faced. One that brought meaning to his monotonous existence.
Jimin had been bored. Bored with his brilliant mind that allowed him to become a young doctor. Bored with his high profile patients who were all simply rotten with their first-world problems. He was losing his mind. Day in and day out—stuck within the four walls of his office. One brat in, another out.
Kim Seokjin was a special case. He had asked him simply—what’s on your mind?
You. You were on Jin’s mind.
It was tough to say if you had a leash on him, or he you. As Jin would ramble on about how he couldn’t rationalize his feelings for you, Jimin would bite back his smile, scribbling the word obsessed onto his notebook.
The irony.
It started as curiosity. Jimin had a reputation for being successful with all his patients, but it often required a hands on approach. In the corner of the casino, Jimin would observe you like an animal in the wild—you in your element. Throwing yourself at Jin’s elitist friends, while swindling them out of millions.
He watched you. Learned you. Studied you until he swore he could write a thesis.
And here you were.
Engaged. To be married. To be one.
Sighing deeply, he let his hand trail between your legs. Fingers prodding at your folds, smiling lazily at the way you’d twitch and shudder. Simply unphased. Deep in your sleep.
He let your wetness coat the sensitive pads of his fingers. Nose pressed against your neck, he inhaled, reveling in your scent as his fingers pushed in and out of your cunt.
The intrusion into your tight walls was slick. Yet you accepted him so well he simply had to add another. He still couldn’t believe he got to have you—got to cum inside you. Something he knew for a fact Jin never had the pleasure of doing.
Jin was an enigma and you were his doll. His plaything where he could easily manipulate your surroundings and puppet you without you realizing it. A fascinating man. Attached to you like a baby to a binkie. As if knowing you since birth gave him some right over your life.
Jin had cameras set up in your house, which he revealed in a delusional confession about how he was upset his younger brother had taken your virginity. Of course, Jimin already knew this. He hacked into them to watch you as well.
Jimin chuckled to himself. You were so naïve. Clueless. Didn’t know how badly you needed Jimin to save you. Jin was far more dangerous than Jimin could ever be.
Jimin was simply there to fill the hole in your heart. Ease the tension between your legs where he let his flushed tip prod. Cock heated with need, heavy with desire. He cursed, sliding his shaft through your folds slowly. Your body responding through subtle twitches. Cunt seeping at his touch.
His cock sunk inside you with ease, feeling you clench down violently at the intrusion. Your body shifting, coming alive, regaining consciousness, because here he was to save you from yourself. You knew not what forces bound you. Kept you from freedom. Jimin was here now. He would take care of everything, lest you worry your pretty little head.
He’d keep you safe. Away from the Kim brothers, away from the judgements of society. He would purify you. Wash out your sins with his cum, fuck you until you only knew pleasure in his name.
“Taehyung” Your lips parted, forehead furrowing as you realized your reality. He shushed you—you wouldn’t want to make him angry with that name, would you? Maybe one day he would tell you to call him Jimin. Under the guise of roleplay, or perhaps, if you had no escape.
“Good morning, princess” He could feel you shudder. He was so deep in your trenches you couldn’t move. Couldn’t run from him—his hands slipping over your breasts. Pinching at your nipples. He cooed at the warmth spreading to your cheeks. The way your eyes fluttered, euphoric in feeling. Wedging himself even further inside of you with a sharp thrust.
You yelped, a soft, gorgeous sound which he elicited with every move. Tight, rough—as he hooked your leg over his arm. The other wrapping generously around your neck. Your back arched against him, his teeth shadowing over your ear. Splashing into your waters, he rammed into you like a fever. Balls slapping against your ass, smacks echoing through the serene room. Tangled with the early morning sunrise.
He could easily lose himself in your sensation. How Jin time and time again passed up the chance, he knew not. The man had self-restraint, if nothing else. Your pussy squeezed the life out of him, making him want to give you everything he had and more. For what purpose was anything else? This is all he ever wanted—all he ever needed. Fucking into you just like this. He’d make you fall so in love you’d never want to leave. Exist pliant with his cock stuffing you as he pleased. His own princess. His virtue and his demise.
“Taehyung” Your voice muffled by lack of air. His hand so tight around your throat, constricting more when you uttered that damned name. “C-can’t breathe” You slapped his hand, as though signaling him to release you. Jimin chuckled, as if you had any say in this.
You were a puppet even before he came into your life. A puppet before he knew of your existence. Why should you ever be anything else? You didn’t know any better. Nevertheless he let you breathe, let you gasp for air because he wanted you to remember that he allowed it. He listened and he cared. Shoving you onto your stomach, he battered himself back onto you, ass cushioning his pistoning hips. You were a means to his end. He wanted to die buried inside you like this, so close to his edge his vision was red hot. The unsatisfying and addictive heat sprawling over his bare chest.
Teeth digging into his own lip, the best and worst sensation combined. He didn’t want the pleasure to stop, the tight, unwavering grip of your cunt as his cock hit you straight in your core. Over and over again, fusing your bodies together. Holding down your shoulders, keeping you in place as he pounded into you with fury.
He swore he’d never been so high in his life—no ecstasy could quite compare. The bed creaking underneath. The only sounds of your bodies clashing, your lips gasping and him—groaning deep as his cock twitched inside you. Swelling before everything snapped at once. Dozed over, cum spilling hot inside of you. He collapsed onto your back, spent for all his worth. Keeping himself nested in you even while he kissed your cheeks.
You slipped away from him, limp cock falling out as you reached for a robe. He admired the brief glimpse of his cum, sticky between your thighs.
“You awoke a beast in me” Jimin chuckled shyly, resuming his act as the whipped Kim Taehyung. “Couldn’t even help myself”
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Jungkook gripped the wheel of his car with a ferocity that had his knuckles turning white. The tension in the car thick. In the rearview mirror he could see him. Kim Taehyung. The root cause of all the shit he’d ever faced. The rat that sold out his father and got him killed.
He could never forget. Never forget the eyes that watched in horror as his father was shot by an animal. Jungkook so badly wanted to blame him. To let out his anger and get his revenge on this bastard—but he couldn’t.
For your sake.
You were the centerpiece now. Caught in a web of whose design—Jungkook was still trying to figure out. Internally he battled his opportunity to avenge his father, with his duty to you as a Detective. You fucking little brat who he loathed and yet had an inexiplicable desire to shield you from all harm.
His foot lowered on the gas. Who knows what you were doing with this Park Jimin creep. Miles whizzed past as he sped up. What if you were hurt—what if he—
The Kim mansion was in sight. Jungkook parked the car, turning to face Taehyung with skepticism in his eyes. The boy had barely uttered a word in the car.
“Jimin could be armed and dangerous” Jungkook swallowed thickly, “I’ll go in first just to make sure, and I will bring Y/n to you. You guys wait here”
Taehyung looked down at his hands. He was playing with something in his palms. Finally looking up, Jungkook was taken aback.
The look in his eyes was dark. Almost terrifying.
He said nothing. After getting an uncertain nod from Yoongi, Jungkook stepped out. Making his way to the side entrance, hand glazed over the gun sheathed by his side. With a light nudge, the door opened—he stepped inside, muddy shoes staining the crystal clean marbled floor.
Silently, he slipped through the halls of the maze-like home. He could hear something—following the echoes into the kitchen. You were there. Alone. Bent over the sink while the microwave hummed behind you.
You were choking out. Gagging as if you would throw up. Only a flimsy silk robe holding you together.
Jungkook’s gut twisted.
You didn’t.
He couldn’t afford to scare you in the state you were in. If you screamed, Jimin would know he was here. Quietly, he treaded towards you, nearing until he was close enough to lick the sweat beading on the hollow of your neck.
In a swift movement, his fingers covered your mouth. You jumped in shock, eyes wide. “It’s me” Jungkook assured you as you writhed in his hold. He repeated himself until it sunk in, whispering “It’s just me. Don’t scream”
Backing away from him, you wiped your mouth on your sleeve.
“What are you doing here?” You whispered angrily.
Jungkook’s eyes dropped to the cleavage of your robe, splitting open more than you likely meant it to. The round edges of your breast vulnerable to his sight. Flustered, you tightened it around your body, ignoring the dark flash in his eyes.
Jungkook’s eyes still steady on your chest before snapping back to reality. He looked at you, serious, “Are you alright?” He glanced towards the sink which was empty. “Sick?”
You shrugged, brushing off his concern. “Why the fuck are you here, Jungkook?”
 “Did you fuck him?” You made a face. Sighing, Jungkook explained. “He’s not Kim Taehyung. He’s an imposter”
“Oh I know”
Jungkook’s lips pursed. “You know?”
Chuckling lightly, your head turned as the microwave began to beep. Grabbing what seemed to be a muffin, you casually took a bite. Jungkook squinted as your teeth sunk into the pastry, crumbs dotting the edge of your lips.
“Sure. Taehyung had a mole, it wasn’t there. This guy has the tattoo—Taehyung wasn’t there when they got it. And he won’t answer any questions about where he’s been.” You spoke while chewing, “You know but the way I knew for sure was when he began fucking me while I was asleep”
Jungkook’s jaw tensed.
“What?” He searched your eyes. Is that why you were—he looked again towards the sink.
“Yeah” Your voice was curt. He seriously questioned if you were hurting more than you let on “Maybe you and I should try it sometime. Kinda hot”
Jungkook huffed, “That’s not—”
“What?” You grinned at him, batting your eyelashes. Moving in closer as your finger hooked into the collar of his shirt, tugging playfully “You don’t wanna? Me lying all helpless while you ram your big fucking cock in,”
“Y/n” Jungkook’s voice raised sternly as he pushed your hand away.
“That’s what all you guys want anyway, to bend me over like a little brainless cocksleeve” You tossed the half of your muffin into the trash with a tantrum-like attitude.
“Tell me where he is” Jungkook heard you, took note of the subtle bitterness in your tone and to talk to you about it later, but focused on the task at hand. “He might be Jin’s killer”
You nodded, gulping down your bite. “He’s upstairs, follow me”
You led Jungkook through the halls, up the grand winding staircase of the foyer. A large, glimmering chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling. So much excess wherever Jungkook looked.
This was normal for you—this was your status quo. Your silk robes and ignorance. You slept with a man who could have killed your best friend—knowingly. Jungkook tried his hardest yet he swore he couldn’t understand a thing about you.
And he’d never care to admit just how much of his headspace you consumed.
If Jimin had hurt you.
If he had taken advantage of you in someway.
Jungkook’s fists tightened.
Opening the double doors to what he could only assume to be your bedroom, Jimin sat on the bed, waiting expectantly.
“Park Jimin, you’re under arrest under suspicion for the murder of Kim Seokjin” Jungkook slid past you quickly before Jimin could try to escape. He didn’t move, allowing Jungkook to handcuff him without resistance. He simply stared at you, amusement in his eyes.
“Murder?” Jimin tilted his head, grinning “I didn’t murder him baby”
“Why would I believe a fucking word you say?” You spat at him. Jungkook watched as your eyes flashed with rage. “You lied to me. You pretended to be my Taehyung”
“You’re gonna regret this” His smile didn’t waver. “You’re gonna wish you played along like the good little doll you are. What, you think this is good for you? Oh baby, you just wait. Put me behind bars and you see what hell is going to come knocking at your door. Who’s going to look out for you hm? This fucker?” He nodded in Jungkook’s direction.
Jungkook ignored him, calling on his radio for backup. Pulling Jimin to stand, he dragged him out the door. Jimin dug his heels in, slowing him down.
He laughed, a dark sinister cackle. “I’m the only one who cares about you Y/n. You think Jeon Jungkook is going to help you—please,” Jungkook shot him a glare, “You don’t know what I know”
“That’s enough” Jungkook roughly pushed him forward. Suddenly he heard something shatter.
You had thrown a vase in Jimin’s direction.
“You crazy prick” Your teeth were gritting. As though this were your last straw, letting down the series of dominos do drive you over the edge. “I’m not a doll—I don’t need anyone, least of all a fucking psycho like you!”
“You love it baby” Jimin taunted, “You think Jin is any better? He allowed it, princess. This was all his doing. I was perfectly content watching the footage he’d send me of the cameras he set up in your room—”
You lunged towards him, but Jungkook stepped in your path. Hands gripping your waist, holding you back. Touch gentle, but firm.
“Y/n” Jungkook whispered, “Easy”
“Let me fucking at him. I’ll show him”
“I know” Jungkook stood, pushing back as you tried to resist him, “Let me take him in okay. He’s gonna get what he deserves. Go grab something to wear” Jungkook urged, “Meet me downstairs, yeah?”
You frowned slightly, before ultimately agreeing. Jungkook exhaled, turning back to a thoroughly entertained Jimin. He swung a punch straight into his gut, causing Jimin to buckle over. Immediately then grabbing his neck, choking him as he lifted him onto his toes.
“That’s for Y/n” Jungkook hissed, “Psycho” Jimin squirmed in his hold, but Jungkook simply tightened his fingers. Jimin’s smile grew.
“As if you wouldn’t have done the same, Detective. Like father like son”
Jungkook tossed him across the room. Crashing into the wall, Jimin let out a pained grunt. The officers had arrived. He left Jimin on the floor, knowing he’d have nowhere to run.
Downstairs you waited, a baggy shirt and sweats which likely belonged to one of the brothers. Jungkook was reminded suddenly of who was waiting in his car. Police officers rushed passed him, grabbing Jimin and escorting him out. Jungkook took you and followed, watching as they drove off with him, twisted smile steady throughout it all.
“You good?” Jungkook asked again, voice barely above a whisper. His fingers brushing against your palm as if to nudge you. The sirens screamed loud in the distance. From the corner of his eye, he could see you take a deep breath.
He hated that he noticed. The way you fought to stay afloat through it all. He much preferred his own cowardly ignorance, where you were not someone he’d destroy in his quest, but rather righteous, deserving collateral.
Reality kicked in. Taehyung was waiting to see you in the car. He wondered if maybe throwing that on you now in the state you were would be unwise.
Maybe he just didn’t want you to meet Taehyung. He wanted to talk to you. Ask about what you said before, make sure you were really alright.
Unfortunately for him, the choice was robbed.
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“Namjoon?”
The look in your eyes made Namjoon’s heart crumble. You looked so hurt. So betrayed.
Namjoon looked between you at the man by your side—vaguely familiar. He glanced as his badge to see Detective Jeon roughly inscribed.
“Bold of you to show up here” The detective muttered; arms crossed over his chest.
“Hobi said you called so I came”
It was a poor excuse. Just like when his mother died, again he had ignored your needs. Disappearing wordlessly, abandoning you when you needed him most. Left you to face your grief, the pain from Jin’s death which was no doubt hitting you the hardest of all.
How could he ever explain himself? Justify himself or earn back your trust? He was never blind to your affection, but simply possessed by a battle more prominent at the time. A battle with his brother which in hindsight felt pointless. The demands of the company consumed his every waking moment.
You said nothing. Simply stared at him in shock. He longed to reach out, to hold you, and offer a shoulder to lean on. Doubt held him back.
“Are you okay? The cops outside told me what happened. About the imposter.”
Still nothing.
“I can’t believe I didn’t know, I hadn’t seen him since—”
“You killed Jin”
Your voice boomed. Echoed through the grand walls of the foyer. Seething with anger, your jaw clenched. Tears brimming at the edges of your red eyes.
The words stung. Stung because he couldn’t say you were wrong. Because you could be saying fact—and Namjoon didn’t know if he killed his brother or not.
“Y/n please”
He didn’t want to lie to you—perhaps it wasn’t lying until the trust was discovered.
“You killed him and I loved him”
Perhaps those words stung even more.
Namjoon reached for your hands. “I need you to know that I never wanted you to marry Taehyung. I never wanted to force you to do anything. You deserve to live your own life”
He fell to his knees, keeping your palms in his. Not knowing how else to beg for your forgiveness.
“I got so drunk the night he was killed. The night before your engagement because—fuck Y/n, I didn’t want to do this to you. I didn’t know how bad things were, I was so blind—I wish I could go back. Fight for you”
“Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t kill him Namjoon”
Namjoon swallowed tickly, diverting his eyes.
“Tell me the fucking truth”
He kissed your hand softly. He didn’t want to hurt you any more than he already had. But perhaps it was that mentality alone that was his biggest betrayal. His family’s biggest betrayal to you—lying. Lying under the guise of your protection when all it did was dig you a deeper grave.
“I-I don’t know” He confessed, giving in. This was how it had to be. This was the only way he could even hope to repair his relationship with you. Glancing briefly at the detective, he continued “Maybe”
He stood up, “Can we go somewhere quiet and talk, please?”
“Actually um—” Jungkook interrupted, only for Namjoon to shoot him a glare.
“Don’t you have a fucking criminal to interrogate? We’re obviously pressing charges. Go to your job—I don’t pay so much fucking tax so you can harass me and my—”
He bit his tongue.
“Fine” You broke the pause. “Let’s go talk.” Turning to the detective, you gave him a reassuring nod.
“Well can you please come to the station after?”
“She’ll come when she’s ready” Namjoon snapped. The detective rolled his eyes.
Namjoon took your hand in his again, leading you upstairs. Into your room. Noticing the messy sheets. The remnants of your clothes thrown around the room. His jaw hardened.
“You slept with him” Namjoon rationalized. “The imposter”
“Yeah, and?” Huffing, you leaned against the window. “I already feel shitty enough about it so don’t you run your mouth at me”
“No I—” He moved closer to you, searching your face. Your eyes mixed with vulnerability and resilience. You were tough, he knew that. He saw that so clearly even through the years he dismissed you. “Come here”
He pulled you into his chest, hand cradling the back of your head. He hugged you—he couldn’t remember the last time he had. Probably over a decade ago. He didn’t deserve to hold you, he knew it deep down. But whatever little he could offer you now, he would do it. He would do anything for you.
“I’m so sorry” He mumbled into the top of your head. “I won’t abandon you again, I promise”
He could feel your shoulders relax, your arms wrapping around his torso.
“This is your fault” You sobbed, “Everything is your fault Joonie”
“I know” He kissed your forehead, gazing into your teary eyes. His palm cupping your face, thumb wiping away your tears. His heart twisting in his chest.
Seconds passed so incredibly slow, yet too fast for him to think.
“I love you” His eyes widened as the words left his mouth. You blinked at him in confusion.
“W-what?”
“I know you hate me, and you have every right to. But I—I love you Y/n. I always have. Jin looming over my shoulder all my life just made me not realize it”
“Are you fucking kidding me Joonie? I always wanted you” You stared at him in disbelief. “You—you used me. I still have trouble opening my heart to anyone because of what you did to me—and now you’re saying you love me??”
“I know. Okay. I know what I did and I regret it every single day. I just hated Jin so much. More than I loved you, and now that Jin’s gone I can finally let myself feel it”
“You’re the fucking reason that I was engaged to Taehyung! I had a choice—I chose you”
Namjoon blinked. “Huh?”
“Yeah and you asked me if I loved Jin and I said I didn’t, so you told your mother to set me up with Taehyung”
“That’s not what happened”
“The fuck you mean it’s not what happened Joon? I clearly remember—”
“Y/n” Namjoon held your shoulders tightly, “I didn’t even know they asked you. Jin just told me one day. I swear”
You receded in silence.
“I’m pretty sure Jin was the one who decided too. Did you know, mom never left the company for him? He tricked me. Made me promise to see your engagement through and give him Nexus shares in exchange for the casinos”
You gulped, quiet for a moment to process before speaking: “He was also apparently seeing someone. A serious relationship”
“Yeah” Namjoon gulped. He had a pretty decent idea who it was, but didn’t want to tell you anything he didn’t know for sure. He’d put you through enough today. “I heard”
You gulped. Staring into his eyes. Until your eyes dropped to his lips. Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat. Rhythm rushing the blood in his veins.
“Namjoon—” You looked away, but Namjoon held your chin steady with his finger. Tilting your face up to his.
“I love you” He repeated. “I’m here now, nothing will happen to you. No one can hurt you anymore. Not even him”
He leaned in just a tad. Pausing to ensure you wanted this. He wouldn’t push you. Wouldn’t manipulate you ever again.
“Don’t”
A man’s voice came from the door.
“Please—don’t”
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Jungkook rushed back to the car. Taehyung and Yoongi were clearly in the middle of some sort of intense discussion.
“Where is she?” Yoongi asked, looking around. He squinted at Namjoon’s car. “Wait—is that—”
“Yeah” Jungkook exhaled, turning on the engine, “Namjoon is back” He looked to Taehyung, “You can go in if you want, but we already arrested Jimin”
Taehyung remained still. Silent. Only the sound of his shaky breath until finally his eyes rose to meet Jungkook’s.
“Yeah” Jungkook glanced at Yoongi who shrugged. “I’ll go in”
“Do you want me to come with you Taehyung?” Yoongi reached out to him. Taehyung shook his head.
“Thanks Yoongi hyung. I should be fine. They’re family”
“Tell Y/n to call me when she can okay” Yoongi called out as Taehyung exited the car. Jungkook peered at him, an uneasy feeling in his gut. Alas he had more pressing issues at the moment. He rushed back to the station.
Jimin was locked in a cell when he arrived. Grinning wide. Infuriating Jungkook.
“You father would be so disappointed in you, interfering with the fall of the Kim’s” Jimin taunted from behind bars.
“You don’t know my father” He hissed under his breath.
“I was Kim Seokjin’s therapist—I know quite a bit about your father” Jimin walked up to the bars, pressing his face in between them. “And that he deserved to die”
“Enough” Jungkook snapped, his voice dropping low. “I have a few questions, and then I’m leaving you here to rot, got it?”
Jimin clicked his tongue in amusement. “Go ahead then. Ask me what you really want to know” He grinned wide, “Like how tight Y/n’s little cunt was”
Jungkook’s fist slammed against the pole. “Haven’t I beat you enough for today? Or are you a freak who likes it?”
“You like it too I bet. Beating people. Your dad sure did”
“Say one more thing about my dad” Jungkook hissed. Jimin pursed his lips in amusement.
“Am I in here because of impersonation? Because I didn’t commit any fraud, technically. Lying isn’t a crime”
“You’re a person of interest in the murder of Kim Seokjin”
Jimin giggled, “God, you’re all fucking idiots. I didn’t kill Seokjin. I was his doctor. And you can’t ask me about him because that information is protected by law”
“I can, since he’s fucking dead, and whatever he confessed in therapy might help us find out what happened”
“How long are you going to pretend, Jeon Jungkook?” Jimin asked, “How long are you going to act like this wasn’t all you?”
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“Please—don’t”
Both you and Namjoon turned towards the voice. Namjoon’s lips parted in shock, while you stood—frozen in time.
Curly black hair. Eyes that glimmered so uniquely they made you want to stare at them for hours. Soft, thin lips. Pretty lashes. The resemblance was uncanny.
Pain seared through your chest.
“Taehyung?” Namjoon’s voice shattered your flashback. “Is that really you?”
He nodded, turning to his brother. Namjoon hesitated, before awkwardly opening his arms to embrace him. Taehyung melted into him—a boy reunited with his brother. It was a heartwarming sight.
“My god, Tae” Namjoon muttered, “Where the hell have you been?”
He turned back towards you. You were still too stunned to speak. His eyes scanned you up and down—in a way that made you feel like he could see through you. Straight to your bones.
“Hi” His eyes softened, but his face remained still. “Remember me?”
He must have spoken, but you couldn’t hear anything but your heart hammering in your ears. Panic flooding your veins. Your head feeling light—dizzy. Everything shifted, everything blurred.
"Are you scared of me, princess?"
There it was. The nickname. You stiffened as he leaned forward, fingers trailing up your jaw until he held your cheek in his palm. Held you gaze in his own, eyes drifting with mystery. His voice was so incredibly soft. Sweet even. Contrasting the ever so slightly amused glint in his eye.
You exhaled, heart throbbing through your ribs, almost to the point of suffocation.
"Hyung," Taehyung shifted to look at Namjoon who was watching the scene unfold intently, lips pursed in worry. Truth be told, he had been shocked at the intimate moment he almost walked in on. He never recalled Namjoon having any affection for you—or anyone for that matter. “Can we have a minute?”
"Yeah, of course. I’ll be in my room" Namjoon stood up slowly, looking to you for some sort of affirmation that it was okay to leave. You sent him a slight nod, to which his shoulders relaxed.
Ten years. Shocking nightmares every single night. Screaming to you, if maybe you might look back. If you might spare him a second glance and save him.
Taehyung was no idiot. He wasn’t oblivious to soft glances of attraction between you and Jin, speaking through nothing but the shy glimmer in your eyes.
Year after year passed, and he wondered if you’d care enough to find him. Wondered if you’d dare to question the actions of his brother—you didn’t.
And his resentment grew like a tumor in his soul.
You stood, a ghost from the past—a figment of this twisted reality. And Taehyung could finally drink you in. Your eyes were filled with a dead numbness. There used to be a light in there.
You were his princess. He was the first to say it, the first to think it, and as far as he was concerned the only one who truly had the right to call you it.
But where were you during his darkest days?
Your features softened, a mix of recognition and affection filling your gaze.
Taehyung didn’t know when he moved. Who moved first. The whole moment was a timeless blur. Wrapping his arms around you, the storm seemed to fade. All the years of separation melting away, resentment and distrust fading to dust, leaving only the warmth of your embrace.
He didn't want to hold you too tightly and yet, he couldn't bring himself to let go. Truth be told, Taehyung had never been more afraid in his entire life. Afraid of you. Afraid of his feelings for you.
Afraid of the ability you had to drive him completely and utterly insane.
“Are you real?” You looked into his eyes. “Fuck, Taehyung, I missed you so much”
Stepping away, he regarded you. Looking you up and down before his jaw hardened. The dark spells of his mind knocking on the forefront.
“You missed me?” He scoffed, tongue rolling in his cheek as he cocked his head. “You could have tried to find me, Y/n”
“Taehyung I—” His heart leapt when his name left your lips. “I don’t—I don’t even know why they sent you away”
“Did you try and find out?”
You gave him a guilty look. Reaching out for him but he flinched at your touch. “I thought about you all the time”
“Answer me” He snapped. You gulped.
“Well, Jin—”
“Don’t say his name to me” Taehyung hissed, “He did this to me, do you even know that Y/n?”
“I can’t” You shook your head rapidly, tears spilling from your eyes. Taehyung felt queasy at the sight, “I can’t deal with this. Why can’t you be happy to see me?”
“I spent ten years. Ten fucking years locked in psychiatric facilities, Y/n” He gripped your shoulders, “You were here, playing princess in my house—don’t tell me how I should fucking feel”
“I didn’t know” You pleaded, reaching for his face, “Taehyung I swear to you, I didn’t know”
“My mom is dead” He exhaled, a hint of amusement in his voice, “I didn’t even know about it—no one even fucking told me. And hyung too”
“Taehyung” You ran your fingers through his hair. He couldn’t help but croon into your touch. Muscles relaxing under the sweet sensation. “I’m so sorry”
He let his eyes flutter shut, you rested your head on his chest. He was taller than you. His hands holding your waist steady. Forehead resting against yours as tears began to drip down his face.
“I want to know everything” You spoke in hushed tones. Your voice soft, like music to his ears. He could feel your breath on his lips. “I want to make up for the time we lost, okay, I promise you”
He nodded lightly, sniffling.
“You’re so handsome, Tae” There was pride in your voice that brought a shy smile to his face. “Look at you, all grown up” He chuckled, wiping his tears away. He looked at you again, sighing deeply before resting his head back on your shoulder.
You pressed your lips to Taehyung’s cheek before stepping away from him. He gasped for air, the walls closing around him suddenly at the loss of your touch.
“Listen, I need to go to the station to give my report. I’ll be back soon, okay?” He watched, again you were leaving him. Without looking back.
He almost believed you.
Almost.
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It was a lie.
A pathetic lie, but you couldn’t take it anymore. Seeing Taehyung—the real Taehyung, made it all too real.
Can we not meet at the station?
You sent the message—not knowing if Jungkook would respond.
Could use a drink. Meet me here—he sent an address. Tucked away in the inner city where no one would recognize you. None of Jin’s lackeys, or your mother’s goons. It was hardly your kind of crowd. You were surprised—pleasantly even. Jeon Jungkook didn’t come across as someone who liked to party.
“Hey” He showed. No longer in his stupid leather jacket, he looked different, simply in a white t-shirt. Chain on his neck. Hair haphazard, rather than the slick back he wore to work. “You good?”
Jungkook orders two shots at the bar, sliding one to you as you settle into the barstool next to him. Remembering the last time the two of you were like this. The first day you met.
You clink your glass against his before downing the bitter liquid. You watch Jungkook’s face scrunch with distaste, followed by a smile.
You avoid his question, asking him instead: “Did you talk to Jimin?”
Jungkook nodded, “First, I want to talk to you about this morning” He placed his elbows on the bartop, leaning forward slightly. His voice lowered, “We were in a rush, but I want to hear what you were trying to say”
You scoffed.
“Did he hurt you, Y/n?” You glared at him. “You said he fucked you in your sleep…”
You exhaled slowly, “Honestly I wouldn’t mind what he did, if we had discussed it first. But in my gut I just knew, Taehyung—would never violate me like that” Your fingers curled into your palm, “He was so rough. So insane. I just” You shook your head, disgusted by the bought of pity in Jungkook’s eyes. “I’ve grown up with men like that”
He nodded, absorbing every word.
“Wanna dance?”
You looked at him skeptically.
“Detective Jeon Jungkook dances?”
He gave you a sly wink before grabbing your wrist. With a tight pull, he leads you into the crowd. Locking his eyes with yours, everything else fading to dark as his magnetic pull drew you in.
You tried to focus on the music. The familiar feeling of a loud bass, a crowd of people and booze. Even still, intrusive thoughts knocked at your mind—Namjoon was home, Taehyung was home.
Taehyung resented you. Taehyung blamed you.
“Look at me” Jungkook leaned into you, hands ghosting over your hips as they began to sway to the pulsating beat. “Don’t think about them. Only look at me”
His eyes flickered with a softness. A pain which he also was trying so desperately to escape. You reckoned that Jungkook might have been a kind, fun loving person if not for the trauma the Kim’s put him through by killing his father. Instead he was trapped in the same web as you.
Your hands slid around his neck, loosely as your fingers weaved through his hair. He guided you, shielded you from onlookers. His eyes on you and nothing else. Transfixed to you like a curse.
It was ironic. Dangerous even. Everything about Jungkook made you distrust him. And you had no doubt he didn’t trust you either. Within the walls the two of you built, you had somehow grown closer. You couldn’t even pinpoint when. Somewhere along the way you began to see him clearly, or let him see you.
His touch is tender as he pulls your ass in, pressing your chest up against him so he can grind into you. His bulge gratifying, easing the tension throbbing between your legs. Stroking your ego, making you feel desired without the ugly aftertaste that often came with it. His large hands feel so good on you, you never want him to let go.
Your eyes flutter shut, surrendering completely to him. He turns you around so he can trace your neck with his nose. His fingers light fires across your sides, and you want to feel more but he doesn’t push it.
He stops suddenly, gazing at you with the colors of the flashing lights reflecting through his wide doe eyes. A glow on his face that you weren’t sure was real, or if it was simply the tone of his stare.
He looked as though he wanted to say something. And you desperately wanted to hear him. His mouth opened slightly, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.
The space between you vanishing.
Inch by inch.
Until you swore you could taste him.
Your phone vibrated suddenly. Jungkook flinched, stepping back. With a guilty look, you excused yourself, slipping into a quiet corner of the club.
“Mazel tov” The snarky voice echoed through, “The prodigal son returns”
“Where the fuck have you been?” You snapped. “How could you let this happen? How did you not know?”
“Relax darling, I’ve been caught up entertaining your lover boy. Glad to finally have him out of my hair, truly. He’s bad for my cortisol”
“Well did you get a confession?”
“He doesn’t remember. Which is good for us. I can easily plant evidence for your Detective”
“Good. Do it soon. Jungkook wants the murderer to be Namjoon so it’s likely he will believe anything he gets. Not sure what to do about this Park Jimin fellow”
“Well darling, like I said last time. You say the word, and I’ll clean up your mess”
Rolling your eyes, you hung up the phone. Turning back around, Jungkook stood where you left him, bewildered.
Taking a deep breath, you pushed past the sea of dancers. You didn’t know why—you didn’t care. In that moment, you wanted nothing more than that Jungkook’s hands all over you. His lips on yours. You wanted his snarky little comments, his profound advice. To learn his every scar. Every crevice. And show him yours. You wanted to run away with him and never look back.
“Kiss me Jeon Jungkook” You hooked his shirt, dragging his face down to yours. Catching his lips in a desperate kiss.
The heat was overwhelming. Shamelessly, you kissed him in the middle of the crowd. Music numbing out into the sounds of two pounding hearts. His hands finding the small of your back.
You’d kissed him before but this was different. Even in the fire of the moment, you could feel how much he wanted you. How much he craved your lips, just like you craved his. He was water, and you were dying of thirst. He was air, and you were drowning.
He cupped your face, deepening the kiss as he pulled you impossibly closer. Finding breaths through your parted lips, you dared not pull away.
“Car” He breathed into your mouth. Voice raspy, feverish.
Grabbing his wrist, you led him out of the club. The fresh outdoor air hitting you with a sharp coldness. Loss of the bodies around you.
Jungkook slammed you against the hood of his car, pinning you down before sucking into your neck. You moaned loudly, his thigh slotting between your legs giving you barely any friction. You bucked your hips desperately as his lips moved down.
You were still wearing Namjoon’s clothes. Jungkook hissed, grabbing the hem of the hoodie and yanking it off of you. There was nothing underneath. Your nipples hardening in the cold as Jungkook smirked, rolling his thumb over one. Watching you writhe and twitch under him.
“You’re so fucking hot” He hissed, latching his teeth onto your tit and sucking lightly. Tongue darting out, flicking the sensitive flesh as your back arched. Looking down at him, as much as you wanted to look away. The pleasure unbearable.
He moved onto the other breast, taking his time as if the two of you weren’t in public. As if someone couldn’t just walk up and see how Jungkook shamelessly sucked your tits. Pulling away, you could see a string of drool land on your chest as he smacked his lips.
“Tell me what you want” He ordered, fingers gripping around your neck. Not tight enough to impact your breathing, but enough to make sure you knew who was in charge.
You were speechless. Irritated, Jungkook slid his thumb into your mouth and watched you suck it obscenely.
“What do you want, Y/n?” He asked again, replacing his thumb with his tongue, tangling it with yours into another kiss.
“You” You gasped, loving the weight of his strong body on yours. “I want you, Jungkook”
You could feel his lips curve into a grin. “For the record” He whispered, teeth grazing your lips, tugging at them. “I still hate you”
You nodded. Awestruck as he pulled his cock out, not letting you look anywhere but his eyes.
“I hate how entitled you are” He tugged your sweats down to press his heavy tip against your clit, “I hate how you’re so bratty”
He pressed his cock in, sliding into your folds just a bit. “Full of fucking attitude, think you’re fucking invincible.”
You gulped, recalling Taehyung’s similar words.
“I hate all these men in your life. You’re complicated. You’re messy. You’re manipulative, and I can see it” With every word he pressed in a little more until he bottomed out. Hissing sharply, he met your eyes again. “Playing victim, but you’re just as bad as the rest of them”
“So why the fuck” His lips were tight against yours, hardly kissing but more just breathing into one another, “Do I want you so much?” He thrust into you slowly, rolling his hips. You kissed his neck, moving your hands through his hair and onto his back as he found a steady rhythm.
Your legs caressed his back, moving up and down against him with every thrust. It was filthy. Your naked body against the cool metal of his car. Desperately throwing yourself at this man.
And yet, you held onto him as tight as you could, crying out as he pistoned in and out of you.
His hands moving under your thighs, nails gripping into them painfully as he lifted you up. You forgot how strong he was—effortlessly he carried you, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist as he bounced you up and down on his cock. Face burying into your neck, lapping up the skin with open-mouthed kisses.
“You think you’re a princess do you?” Jungkook grabbed your neck, setting you back to lie on the car.  Stilling for a moment he watched your fucked out eyes. “I’m thinking you’re more like a little desperate slut”
“I am” You exhaled, nodding dumbly, “I’m a slut for you. Wanna do whatever you want Jungkook please f-fuck”
He rammed back into you. Cock hitting you deep. You walls clenching around him, leaking to which Jungkook growled under his breath. His fingers finding your clit, working it expertly, causing your eyes to roll back as pleasure seized you.
Twitching all over, shocks of lust pouring through your veins. Jungkook coerced your orgasm as his cock sheathed into you. Your folds fluttering around his length, tightening it’s visceral grip.
“They can’t make you cum like I do baby” Jungkook pulled out, stroking himself against your thigh. “Get on your fucking knees”
You obeyed. Sliding down the car until your bare knees were on the parking lot. Jungkook’s cock stood proud in your face. You watched, eyes blasted and needy, before placing your own hands in place of his.
He watched as you stroked him. As your lips pressed against his tip before you let him sink down your throat. Hollowing your cheeks, you gave him everything you possibly could. Bobbing your head up and down, the noises bringing shame to your cheeks.
“Show me your pretty tits baby” Jungkook grabbed a fistful of your hair, “Want to cum on your tits”
You gasped, releasing him with a pop of your lips. Immediately pressing your tits together so Jungkook could slide his heavy cock between them. It felt good. Him rubbing up against you like this. Your heart against his pulsing need. You pulled him closer, wanting to feel him more. He licked his lips, watching you intently.
You stared up at him. Eyes gleaming. Jungkook spurted all over you, cum landing on your chest. Your heart sunk, knowing the moment would end. Reality was waiting for you at home. Your escape had ended.
Jungkook’s eyes softened, as he helped you up. You kissed him again, urging him for more. Urging him to fill you up again. To fuck you senseless all night long. Moaning into his mouth, you rolled your body against him.
“Fuck baby” Jungkook gripped your waist, stilling your movements, “You need me that bad huh?” You nodded, biting your lip as he teased you, “Yeah? You want more huh?”
You turned around, bending over so your ass was on display. Jungkook cursed under his breath as you spread your legs. An open invitation. Every man’s dream.
Licking his fingers, he ran them through your folds, spreading them out and pushing through the wetness. You gushed over him. Whimpering. He kept rubbing you, his movements strong but not rushed. Lips grazing your bare back.
His other hand slid between you and the car, gripping your breast hard. He pumped his fingers inside you, chest pressed against your back. You could feel his breath against your nape, riling you up even more. Heat pooling all over you.
He chuckled. The vibrations of which hit you right in the core. You were so turned on you couldn’t help it. You leaked all over, squirting into you palm. Jungkook laughed more as you came. Your fingers digging into your palms as you screamed.
“Already? You’re so fucking desperate”
“I don’t wanna go home” You confessed. Jungkook paused.
He turned you around, palm resting against your cheek.
“I know” He stiffened, “I’m sorry, for what you’re going through”
Jungkook pulled you up, grabbing your clothes from the ground. He led you to the backseat of the car where he let you tear his clothes off of him.
Settling onto his strong lap, he let you grind your wet pussy against him. Naked bodies fused together. You clawed at the back of his head, moaning at the top of your lungs as you sunk down on Jungkook’s cock again.
He watched you, amazed. Your eyes shut, bouncing up and down on him. Rutting desperately.
You’re not sure when you stopped. The two of you like hormonal teenagers, touching kissing and fucking until your limbs were sore. Jungkook, surprisingly, ever the giver, made you cum more times than you ever had in one night. And even when you were too sensitive for anything more, you still couldn’t find the will to leave.
Until you remembered the look in Taehyung’s eyes.
Jungkook held you. Lightly kissing your back as you cuddled into him. Again, another position you never thought you’d find yourself in with Jeon Jungkook.
“You should go” Jungkook’s voice was barely above a whisper. You gave him a hurt look, “I know, I know. You’ll be okay”
Sitting upright, you began to put your clothes on. Jungkook watched before speaking again,
“Jung Hoseok”
You stilled.
“Jin was seeing Jung Hoseok. The two of them were dating. I had a suspicion and Jimin confirmed it earlier.”
Shit.
“You acted like you didn’t know”
You looked at him. To see if he was actually hurt by your lying, or used to your games.
“I don’t know anyone named Jung Hoseok”
Jungkook stared at you before scoffing.
“Not only do you know Jung Hoseok, but I know that you called him many times before Jin’s death. I have evidence that both he and Namjoon were with you at some point that night,”
You remained silent, fuming.
“He was the one who called you earlier, wasn’t he?”
You swallowed.
“I’m not the one unwilling to be on the same side” Jungkook sighed, “I told you before, we can help each other out. You’re hiding so much from me, and have the audacity to think of yourself as a victim. All you need to do is tell me what happened that night, and I can help you figure this out”
“Fuck you Jeon. This was a mistake” You snapped, “Take me home”
Jungkook clicked his tongue, “Right. Home to your Kim boys. To your palace”
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sunflowercds · 2 years
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06 — SHUT UP I’M RAGING RN
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always i’ll care masterlist
pairing: min yoongi x reader
genre: social media au [smau], idol!au, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, humor, idiots in love
warnings: reader uses she/her pronouns, explicit language, very slight angst, doesn’t follow real life timeline, umm don’t look at the post time stamps yikes
summary: y/n l/n used to help produce music for min yoongi years and years ago, but time has not been on their side as they drift apart… and back together again?
author’s note: hi :)
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stylesluxx · 2 years
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aftercare – myg
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[warnings: sexual innuendoes and nakedness but no smut]
summary: in which yoongi takes care of y/n
word count: 600
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"Y/N, you alright?"
"Mhm," You mumbled tiredly and buried your head in a pillow.
Yoongi chuckled and gently ran a hand down your naked back. "Come on, baby, let's take a bath."
You groaned and turned away from him. "I'm tired."
"I know, babe, but you're leaking and sweaty, and you're gonna hate me in the morning if I leave you like this."
Yoongi was always so smart and reasonable. If you weren't so tired you'd be ready to go for round three because you were so attracted to him, but you just didn't have it in you. You could barely keep your eyes open.
"Come on, baby," He pandered and turned you on your back so he could easily scoop you into his arms.
"Yoongi."
"Y/N."
Too tired and annoyed to keep talking, you nuzzled your face into his neck, not bothered by his sweat.
The bathtub in your shared apartment was big enough for the two of you. So as Yoongi set you into the warm water, you were confused why he didn't immediately join you.
"Confused why I'm in here by myself," You frowned as you leaned your head against the wall.
"Just wanna wash you up. I'll shower once you're all clean."
"You don't love me anymore?"
Yoongi chuckled and shook his head at your words. "I could never not love you. Just wanna focus on getting my baby clean.
"Well, your 'baby' wants to bathe with you. And can you turn on the jets? I wanna feel the bubbles on my back."
"You're needy for someone that didn't even want a bath."
Electing to ignore him, you reached over and turned the jets on yourself.
From the corner of the tub, you watched your boyfriend slip his briefs off and step in. He didn't rest for long, pulling you into his arms and rubbing your back.
"Finally," You mumbled. "You like seeing me beg."
He reached behind you to grab the washcloth he placed on the edge of the tub, lathered it in soap and water, and started cleaning your body.
You closed your eyes as he quickly yet gently washed your body. "You know... you're really good with your hands. Min Yoongi."
"I'm glad I could be of service."
Yoongi's touch and smell had to be your favorite parts of him. He always knew just how to touch you. He knew how to be rough but also when you just needed to be held. He could read you like an open book. He knew you like he had written you himself; he felt like that sometimes. Like he had written you just for him because of how perfect you were. His love for you knew no bounds. And the way he smelled... you were addicted to being in his arms. He smelled warm, like the perfect mix of vanilla, mandarin, and sandalwood.
"Y/N, you're sniffing me again."
You hummed and kept your face nuzzled in his chest. "You smell good," You told him.
"I know. You tell me all the time."
"Good looking, talented, smart, and cocky... How did I get so lucky," You drawled sarcastically.
He laughed quietly and kissed the top of your head. He continued washing you both up silently and you drifted off to sleep against his warm body.
One moment you were in the tub, and the next, you were on the bed, letting Yoongi dress you in one of his black "HYBE" shirts, neglecting to put on any undergarments.
"Easy access?" You muttered, barely awake and words incoherent.
"You've done enough tonight."
"I was good?"
"You were perfect."
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[AN: i’ve had this in my WIPs since october of 2021 and i’m finally writing it omg. and i've been doing short little blurbs to try to get back in the groove of writing because eight years and the pressure from it has really given me anxiety. but anyway if you want to join my taglist, here’s the link to the info page]
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part 14 ¥ feel better
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༄ perfect now
— summary: you have always been taehyungs innocent best friend, so when things take a turn he starts to realise that maybe you are not all that innocent.
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authors note: interesting 👀
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All I Need Is Me [Namjoon x Reader]
41. Jagi
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back to you. fifteen.
! ׅ࣪ ✰︬ 🎈 ࣪ ׅ ☺︎ ׅ ࣪ ♡ ⃝🦴 ࣪ ׅ ᵎᵎ
an: who here is tired of yn. not me. that’s my baby. lol anyway. i hope you’re all enjoying this story, truly! it’s almost at its end and im hoping you’re all as excited for their story as i am <3 and don’t worry! yn and yoongi time coming up! edit: i am only speaking through the experience of my beloved loved one who is a lot younger than yn and has to deal with the loss of her choices, i hope it’s not offensive in anyway as i tried to write it in a careful way!
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