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darksided (myg)

Min Yoongi adored you. He'd simply never hurt you - unless you asked.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Fem!Reader | Darksided AU Type: One-Shot - SMUT (You must be 18+ to ride this ride.) Sequel to foresight, but can be read as a stand-alone fic. Word Count: 4.4K Content: established relationship au; soft bf yoongi turned mean!dom!yoongi at the request of sub!reader; p in v penetration; unprotected sex/creampie (be safe, y'all); oral sex (m receiving); brief face-fucking; v fingering; squirting; a lil degradation and spit kink, as a treat; harsh language; after-care; also cavity-inducing fluff A/N: This was nine (9) pages in Word - my longest smut ever, all because this man-bun era has got me FUCKED up. Barely proofread (sorry ily). Check out my other fics here. Listen to the playlist here. 12/11/22 A/N: The sequel, blindsided, is finally here! check it out when you're done here :)

“When I signal you, that’s when you press the button, okay?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared down at his recording equipment – a galaxy in its own right, lit up like a Christmas tree. He may as well have asked you to defuse a bomb, except you couldn’t even identify the bomb. “There are approximately three thousand buttons in front of me right now,” you whined.

He was exhausted and you knew it – you could feel it – but his patience with you was, as always, limitless. His fondness for you still shone through his eyes, overpowering the dark circles looming below, as if he hadn’t made a mistake in inviting you into his office. Then there was his laugh, surprising enough to smack you but so soft that it cradled you. “It’s the only one that says ‘record,’ jagiya.”

A quick survey of the landscape before you indicated that this was a criminal oversimplification. There was a minimum of four options fitting his description, and all of them looked both breakable and expensive. You blinked down at the sound board, then back up at him, dumbfounded. “I think you made a mistake letting me in here.”

Again, with the laugh – knocking you prone, nudging you closer to an early grave. Somehow, out of all of time and space, you got to exist in the same lifetime that he did. How lucky you were to have him, and his wind chime laugh all to yourself.

You were lovesick and it was chronic.

“Look down at your left hand – no, baby, don’t move it – that knob above your middle finger?” He was standing on tiptoe inside the booth, gesturing as if he was landing a plane. Your eyes darted up to follow the path of his fingers, then back down to the board. “Go diagonally up from that knob for two rows. Do you -”

Overcome with a sense of unearned pride, you pressed down on the button, beaming. You certainly had not been signaled, but nonetheless, your efforts were rewarded. Importantly, that reward was now recorded for prosperity. Your favorite mixtape, the soundtrack of your racing heart, a lullaby: “I really couldn’t love you more if I tried.”

His wide smile, like his tone, was sweet enough to cause a cavity. You were folded up like a pretzel in his chair, but somehow, your knees still seemed to wobble.

You were lovesick and it was terminal.

“Should I shut it off now until you’re ready to start?” You asked with cheeks glowing pink.

He shook his head, still grinning. “I can cut it down. I do need you to cue the track, though – when I signal you.” He stated the last bit of his sentence slowly, shooting you a pointed look and then a wink.

You were once lovesick and now you are dead.

Finger hovering over the ‘play’ button, you watched him wide-eyed, anxious to avoid another mishap. His faith in you may have been unshakeable, but yours wasn’t – and this third mixtape was his magnum opus. You’d rather explode into a cloud of dust than mess up the tireless work he’d put into it so far.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, centering himself. Without looking, he raised his hand and pointed silently to you. Within seconds, your mind was blown.

Min Yoongi contained multitudes. Despite your years together, it never ceased to amaze you how your beloved introvert – who said more with actions than anyone could communicate with words – could transform the way he did. Moments ago, his voice was a blanket, fresh out of the dryer, but now? Now, his presence electrified you. There was an unapologetic confidence – callousness, even - that you only saw when he rapped.

Even his body language changed, like he’d evolved right before your eyes. You couldn’t look away because there was nothing else worth looking at – just him, top to bottom. The way he held his head, lips nearly touching the microphone, highlighted the deadly curve of his jaw. Carved from marble, luminescent and sharp. The strain of his neck, vibration visible in the column of his throat as he growled out his bars. Then down, down, down to his hands. His rings caught the light from above him, refracting slivers of white as his fingers moved with the beat.

Oh, how you wanted them wrapped around your throat.

Seeing him like this had you spellbound – feral, if you were being honest. As you watched, bottom lip clamped hard between your teeth, a heatwave crashed over you; it burned you from the inside out. Sometimes, you dreamt about this version of him. Your Yoongi adored you. He showered you with affection, respect, and praise. He’d never dream of hurting you.

But would he, if you asked?

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear him finish the take.

“Aegiya?” There was a hint of concern in his voice that told you he’d called out to you more than once already.

You swallowed hard and shifted in his chair. “Yes?”

He slid his wireless headphones down until they rested around his neck. The bright red band leaned against his cheekbone as he tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Are you alright? You looked like you were in a trance.”

He wasn’t wrong. You were hypnotized, and it was entirely his fault.

When you merely hummed in response – too distracted by his features to form a coherent sentence – he opened the door to the booth and stepped out. He pulled the headphones off completely and set them down on the counter before walking straight to you.

You were vibrating. Could he feel it?

The trembling only intensified when he reached you. Looking down at you, he ran the pad of his thumb over your cheek.

“Tell me.” He said, as if that brief touch informed him of the maelstrom spinning circles in your brain. “Something’s got you dizzy.”

Psychic.

Suddenly, you were shy. This man knew and loved every single aspect of you, and still you felt embarrassed. If you begged him to fuck you – not just make love to you – would he laugh at you? Even worse, would he be offended? You didn’t want him to think that what you had wasn’t already perfect because it was.

His eyes scanned your face, narrowing just slightly as he tried to read your mind. The two of you were silent for what felt like hours before you saw it – his pupils dilating, offset by the spark of silent understanding. The corner of his mouth twitched when he cracked the secret code. The hand caressing your cheek lowered slowly until it came to rest on your throat, thumb harshly directing your jaw – and your gaze - upwards.

“Is it me, baby?” He teased with a voice like velvet, cocking his head to the side with a smirk that left you stupid. “Have I got you dizzy?”

Involuntarily, you whimpered. So stunned by his stare that you were speechless. Melting into a puddle. Dripping.

He exhaled sharply through his nose – a cruel, quiet laugh - and his eyes darkened further. “I can’t give you what you want if you can’t tell me what that is.”

Once again, you shifted in your seat. You were suddenly so painfully aware of every nerve in your body, each one tingling like a live wire. Even your thighs clenched, trying desperately to apply pressure where you needed it most. You craved him so badly that it ached.

“I don’t want you to be gentle with me,” was your answer, though it sounded more like a question. “I - I know that you -”

His hand shifted quickly from underneath your jaw. He now had your cheeks pinned between his thumb and middle finger, squeezing hard to cut off your sentence before you could finish it. There was a microscopic pause as his eyes searched yours for permission. You blinked and nodded to the fullest extent you could within his grasp.

“Stupid girl. You know nothing.”

Muffled by his hand, your weak moan was barely audible, but he could feel the way your breathing quickened. The rise and fall of your eager chest. The way your nipples, yet untouched, made themselves known through the fabric of the t-shirt you’d stolen from him. Draped in him but smelling like you.

Blackcurrant, orange blossoms, vanilla.

He leaned down, mouth now hovering beside your ear. The heat of his breath on your neck was maddening, but it was the way his lips brushed against your ear that proved fatal. When he spoke, it echoed in every one of your bones. A whisper heavy enough to bruise. “Get up.”

You followed the lead of his hand over your mouth and rose to your feet. Sharply, he redirected your gaze to the seat you’d just left. It was inexplicable how something so faint could be so blatant. That nearly imperceptible spot, snitching on you; showing him how your body begged for him.

“Such a messy girl, ruining my chair like that.” He tutted. “I should punish you, shouldn’t I? Should I ruin you, baby?”

Held so still, your knees still trembled. Without his hand gripping your cheeks, you would’ve crumpled at his feet. Before you could do so yourself, he forced you downward. After all, your knees couldn’t buckle if they were digging into the hardwood.

He released his grasp and used that same hand to push his hair away from his eyes. Your heart raced as if you were sprinting, and yet you were frozen in place. You didn’t know where to begin because you wanted everything.

Your indecision prompted him to roll his eyes. “Do I have to do everything for you? Say it. What do you want?”

“T-to touch you. Please,” you begged, “I want to feel you in my throat.”

He beckoned you silently with a curl of his finger. You sat up further on your knees and reached out tentatively for the drawstring tied at the waistband of his joggers.

“Stop.” He ordered, and you did. Looking down at your wide eyes, his smirk deepened. Your hands fidgeted uselessly in your lap as he began untying the drawstring himself – his slow pace was torturous. You'd have ripped them off his body if given the chance. “Open your mouth”

Again, you did as you were told.

It took everything you had not to drool when he lowered the waistband of his joggers just enough for his cock to spring out. Already throbbing, beige tip glistening with pre-cum in the half-light. He took himself in his hand and began to pump himself as he took a step towards your waiting mouth.

"Stick out your tongue."

Now, you couldn’t help it – and when he saw the string of saliva spilling from the tip of your tongue, he growled.

“Fuck,” He breathed, sliding the fingers of his free hand into your hair and tugging. “Look at how badly you want to be used - you're begging without saying a word.”

You couldn’t speak, but your eyes were screaming at him. Please.

Teasingly, he tapped the tip of his cock against your tongue, hissing as he felt the wet heat of your mouth. But when you went to close your lips around him, he pulled your hair – and you – away.

“Spit on it – slowly. Keep your eyes on me.”

You felt a twinge between your thighs as he delivered his orders. You’d undoubtedly soaked through your little sleep shorts already, but his tone just then made a mess of you. You squirmed as you kneeled, feeling the rivulets of slick begin to trail down the innermost part of your thighs. And he hadn’t even touched you yet.

Looking up at him from under the curtain of your lashes, you saw the wicked fascination flicker in his eyes. The way his breath hitched as he watched your spit fall from the ledge of your lips until it connected with his shaft. In your peripheral vision, you could see his cock twitch at the contact.

“Now open.” Finally.

A low moan broke from the depths of his chest as he slid into your mouth, and you couldn’t recall a more beautiful sound. As you pushed yourself further onto him, you hallowed your cheeks, following the vein running along the underside of his length with your tongue.

You stared up at him through wet eyes. So full, you pleaded with yourself not to gag, to breathe steadily through your nose. Tip pushing past your soft palate, he grunted as he bottomed out. Without softening his gaze, he watched for your reaction – always so concerned, even when he was pretending not to be. To his surprise, you swallowed, allowing the tightness of your throat to squeeze him.

“You’re fucking filthy.” He muttered with his eyes screwing shut. His jaw fell open when you slid off him, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock once you reached it. His eyes followed suit, blown out pupils fixated on the spit dribbling down your chin; darkening at the obscene sound of him sliding through the suction you'd so masterfully generated.

Pulling your hand from your lap, you reached out slowly for his balls. As your fingers massaged him, his grip on your hair got tighter. Almost imperceptibly, he began to roll his hips against your mouth.

His panting was interlaced with curses as he fucked himself into your warmth. “Fit so fucking perfectly in your throat,” He grunted, “Like you were made to be my toy.”

It startled you when he suddenly removed himself from you. Thoughtlessly, you whined – and then, immediately, you froze. Eyes darting back up to him, the anticipation of consequences prevented you from closing your mouth fully. You waited there on your knees, trembling, while your mascara pooled uselessly in the wells beneath your eyes.

“Somebody feels entitled,” He scoffed as he glowered down at you. “You better be careful what you wish for.”

Before you could process the speed of his movements, his arms hooked under yours and pulled you from the ground. Your legs ached, but as he loomed over you, you followed his unspoken order, backing yourself into a corner. With your shoulder blades pressed flush against the wall, he stepped forward and used his knee to push your legs apart.

For a moment, it seemed like his façade was cast aside. He raised his hand slowly to caress your cheek, swirling soft circles into your flushed skin with his thumb. Out of habit, your eyes drifted shut and you leaned further into his touch. And when he leaned in, just as slowly, your slightly parted lips waited for a kiss that never came.

“You’re just begging to be filled, aren’t you?” He asked in a whisper so sharp it stung. “Not loved but fucked.”

You nodded shyly. “Y-yes,” You stuttered, “Please.”

His lips still lingered closely enough to touch yours, to send shockwaves shooting down your spine, but he continued to withhold his affection. This was the first time – ever – that Yoongi had turned down an opportunity to kiss you. Until now, he didn't seem capable of doing so.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me. Please -” You keened as his hand began to drift from your cheek, down your neck. In the blink of an eye, every word you knew disappeared from your vocabulary. The tip of his index finger trailed down over the fabric of your stolen shirt, between the valley of your breasts, and came to rest at the hem.

He pinched the seam between his fingers and tugged. “Part of me wants to tear this off you,” He mused with his head tilting to one side. His eyes remained locked on yours; the amusement in them was clear, even in the darkness. “But most of me wants to see you fucked out and stupid - in my shirt.”

Your legs threatened to give out yet again. He was devastatingly handsome under normal circumstances, but this newly unearthed cockiness was ruinous. You bit down hard on your lip as he raised your shirt enough to access the waistband of your shorts. With his help, you shimmied them down until they dropped quietly at your feet. Quickly and clumsily, you stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

Yoongi’s hand rose again to your face. His middle and ring finger were extended; the others curled down towards his palm. You didn’t need to be asked to open your mouth – it was the only response your eager mind could conjure. His fingers were cool against your tongue as you closed your mouth around them. And when he was satisfied with the lubrication you’d provided, he slid his fingers out from your hollowed cheeks with a lewd pop.

“How badly do you want to come all over my fingers?”

It’s a wonder there wasn’t a puddle beneath you, considering how those words made you gush. “I need it,” You pleaded with fluttering eyelids and bated breath, “Please touch me.”

You whimpered and closed your eyes as you felt his fingers dive into the pool between your thighs. Every nerve lit up like a switchboard as he slipped through your soft folds. He scoffed at how wet you were – so soaked that it was audible in each millimeter of his movement.

Simultaneous to his middle finger penetrating you, your head rolled back until it rested against the wall. Your mouth fell open, but you were too entranced to do much more than breathe as you acclimated to his presence inside you. He started slowly, curling his finger upwards as he pushed further inwards. Even at this pace, the otherwise dead air was filled with the sound of your sodden cunt.

“You’re dripping already?" He let the tip of his finger rest against the spongy spot behind your pubic bone; the pressure was incredible, but he stayed torturously still. “And yet you’re so - tight.” Achingly slow, the pad of his finger spiraled against your g-spot. “I’ll have to stretch you out before I can bury my cock in you.”

As his ring finger plunged inside of you, you cried out, head slumping forward against his shoulder. Sensing that you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up for much longer, Yoongi grabbed the back of your right thigh with his left hand and pulled your leg up to rest against his hip. With this new angle, his fingers ventured even deeper until they bottomed out at the knuckle. He didn’t give you much time to adjust to the new sensation.

As he fucked his fingers into you at a feverish pace, he continued his mind-numbing assault on your g-spot. Over and over, he toyed with you; thrusting, stretching, scissoring, and teasing as your arousal trickled into the palm of his hand. There was an intoxicating – unbearable – warmth burning in the pit of your abdomen. A sensation so all-consuming that your eyes rolled back in your head.

Your walls clenched around him, sucking him in and begging for more as your helpless heart raced. “Oh my god,” You wailed, “Holy shit – Please, I’m - Yoongi!”

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Never in your life had you fallen apart like that – shaking and speaking in tongues. Having sensed the swell of pressure, Yoongi knew exactly where this road headed; and he could tell that you were fighting it. “Don't hold back from me,” He growled.

And then the dam broke.

A wicked grin danced across his face as the wave of pleasure crashed onto the floor below you. “Fuck. Look at this.” He pointed downward and your bleary gaze followed. Remnants of your orgasm had splashed onto his joggers as well as the hardwood. “Nobody could ever make you come like I can. Say it.”

The words bubbled out of your chest, half-way between a sob and a moan. “Nobody can make me come like you.”

You were a shivering, spilling mess; and your ears were still ringing from how intensely your every muscle had clenched. Before your knee could buckle, you were abruptly swept up into his arms. With one arm wrapped tightly around your back, his free hand slid over the surface of his desk, sending various papers and cords rocketing towards the floor.

Once the space was cleared, he set you down and laid you out onto the cool surface. You were exhausted and thankful to be horizontal; though you knew he wasn’t yet finished with you.

After all, he intended on ruining you.

Through half-lidded eyes, you gazed up at him. The hair he’d so neatly tied into a bun at the top of his head had mutinied; inky tendrils were now splayed out haphazardly in different directions. You were fuck-drunk, but you swore the overhead light behind him encircled his head like a halo. It was all so unholy - the way he stood before the altar of your exposed core, with his face angelic and his throbbing cock in hand.

The hand not pumping his cock slid over your bent knee. It took tremendous effort, but you lifted your arm to place your hand on top of his. One tiny squeeze – a brief, loving check-in – received an echo. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, the fleeting moment of tenderness was gone. With each of your legs now trapped in his hold, he pulled you towards the very edge of the table.

Once he was satisfied with your closeness, his focus switched to his access. He simply wasn’t content to leave your legs bent up at either side of him; so, he rested the backs of your legs against his shoulders and leaned forward until you’d nearly folded in half.

He didn’t need to use his hand to center himself prior to entering you. His body understood the proportions of yours automatically; like you were puzzle pieces created to fit perfectly together. Though his intention may have been to penetrate you slowly, centimeter by centimeter, your slick was overwhelming. The usual ache you felt upon acclimating to his size was drastically reduced; and he bottomed out quickly, cursing.

The fullness you felt was euphoric, and it left you mewling hopelessly under the weight of his body. He was buried deep, throbbing as your walls constricted around his width. It shocked your system when he slid out almost completely only to drive himself back into you.

“Like a fucking vice grip,” Yoongi hissed as he picked up his already brutal pace. Every curve, every vein dragged maddeningly along your walls as he fucked you. “Do you hear how wet you are? Shit – your pussy is begging for me.”

The only thing louder than the squelch of your cunt was skin hitting skin; close behind was the way your name spilled from his lips in a flurry of expletives. You, on the other hand, were nearly incoherent. With every thrust, he knocked another thought loose until eventually, you had nothing left. Relentlessly, his cock grinded against your g-spot, leaving you too mesmerized to recall your own name.

There was a sheen of sweat above his knitted brows; and his bottom lip was now trapped between his gritted teeth. He was close and you knew it. The depth of his thrusts didn’t falter, but his steady pace was getting harder for him to maintain. You felt the rubber band inside you beginning to fray - on the brink of snapping and shooting you into orbit like a sling-shot.

“Baby,” The soft, shaky voice caught his attention. He opened his eyes and focused hard on you – your flushed cheeks, and trembling lips. As he surveyed you, his resolve began to evaporate; his expression softened immediately. There he was: your Yoongi. “You’re gonna make me come again.”

As your walls clenched tight around him, the edges of your vision began to blur. You watched his face as he came shortly after you, studying how delicately his eyelashes fluttered as the warmth of his release filled you. In that moment, it was the two of you, toppling in slow-motion off the edge of the universe. Irrevocably in love - heaving chests, shuddered moans, names whispered in the place of prayers.

He shifted his arms to allow your quivering legs to fall from his shoulders. When the hands on either side of your head could no longer hold up his weight, he collapsed onto you. With his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, you could feel his breathing begin to slow as his cock softened inside you.

You were nearly delirious when you felt his lips buzz against your skin. You were too far gone to understand what he was too exhausted to communicate. “Hmm?” You hummed, wordlessly asking him to repeat himself.

He groaned with the effort of pulling himself away from your embrace. He only traveled far enough to glance over at you. “I said, I think several of my past lives just flashed before my eyes,” He stated matter-of-factly. Within seconds, his eyes crinkled up at the corners and his grin grew. That soft chuckle wasn’t far behind.

“I don’t know where I am.” You admitted with a sheepish laugh. After a moment, you amended that thought, “I don’t know who I am.”

Yoongi placed a gentle kiss below your ear – the only part of you he could reach without sitting up fully. “I have no idea. How did you get in my house?” As you rolled your eyes, he bumped the tip of his nose against your jaw, too tired to tease you much more than that. “But now that we’re both completely spent, I’d like to go back to being soft with you – for now.”

He tried to wink at you, but both of his lead-lined lids closed in unison. You hummed thoughtfully as you ran lazy fingers through his hair, like the decision required serious deliberation. You paused, then giggled. “Permission granted, my love. You may proceed.”

He was quiet for several moments before he stood bolt upright. Startled, you propped yourself up on your elbow and looked to him. He turned towards the booth and then back to you.

His eyes were wide as a blush swept over his cheeks. "Aegiya, did you forget to stop the recording?"

Sequel (posted 12/11/22).

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kittyscupcakeandbunny · 10 months

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Made by me

The Masterlist

CRAZY OVER YOU

[HYBRID AU]

[FINISHED]✅

Side Characters: Namjoon/doctor, Seokjin/doctor, Taehyung/Hybrid Tiger, Jungkook/Bunny Hybrid, Hoseok/assistant.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood, sharp objects, rut, beast behavior.

Genre: Fantasy, hybrids au, smut.

SUMMARY》 Yoongi is a black mamba hybrid one of rarest species of hybrids, who’s about to be put down due to his lack of interest in living. But everything changes after the new medical assistance (y/n) takes a liking to him. Meeting after meeting he realise his feelings for her are not the only thing growing.

INTRO - In the books they say

ONE - Love at first bite

TWO - Bath me with your love

THREE - Hungry for your love I

FOUR - The truth untold II

FIVE - Bitter taste, Jealousy and bites

SIX - Take Me Home

SEVEN - The last bite OUT NOW

SET ME FREE

[MAFIA AU]

On Going

Side Characters: Min Yoongi as Agust D/Mafia boss, Jung Hoseok as Jack/Concierge, Namjoon/Police detective, Jungkook/Police detective, Park Jimin/thief and gang leader, Taehyung/Mafia member FBI Mole, Paradise owner. Jin/unknown, Busan/Mafia boss.

Warnings: This story contains nsfw content (descriptive blood, gore, etc.) as well as sexual content. Mentions may include violence, consumption of alcohol, explicit sexual interactions, sharp objects, knife play, description of injuries, themes of major horror and also explores obsessive behaviors and codependency, robbery, killing, guns, torturing, fire, toxic yandere men, violence, possessive behaviour, unhealthy relationships.

SUMMARY: You made it. Now a police intern as you always promised to your father before he died, you were more than happy to finally be able to help people like he did. But the law was not what you expected to be like. You did not know how lonely it would be for a young woman to grow her career in this kingdom. Having to take care of your 18 year old brother wasn't easy too and things just got a lot worse when you've met Agust D. The king of the mafia Min. He sure knew how to make a life turn into a hell hole.

INTRO

ONE - Red Chopsticks

TWO - I’ll find you in a dark Paradise

THREE - A deal with the devil

FOUR - Welcome to my world

FIVE - Good girl gone bad COMING SOON

SIX - Dance with the devil COMING SOON

7 FINAL DESTINATION - LILITH

BREATH OF FIRE

[HYBRID GODS AU]

On Going

Side characters: Park Jimin/White fox hybrid.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, violence, sharp objects, suggestive words, smut, alcohol, killing.

Genre: Fantasy, romance, strangers to lovers, R +18.

SUMMARY: Did you know a fox only mates once in their life? For almost 400 years Min Yoongi never mated before, all theses years of emptiness and loneliness. He had tried so many times to end with his own hands. Until one night a hint of sweet and fire blows towards his nose, the smell was something he never felt before. And blood. Running for your life you felt hopeless in front of a lake, two man following you behind. Their disgusting smiles and eyes savoring your female body, you knew what they would do but you'd rather die. It all started with fire.

INTRO - Run little girl

ONE - Wood, cinnamon and honey.

TWO - Please wash away this blood on my skin

THREE - A taste of honey and dreams

FOUR - A rise from the shadows (coming soon)

FIVE - Lost in two words (coming soon)

SIX - coming soon

SEVEN - FINAL BREATH coming soon

BUNNY BUNS

[HYBRID AU]

COMING SOON

Side Characters: Yoongi/black cat hybrid, Hoseok/human, Taehyung/golden hybrid.

Warnings: Smut, violence, mentions of blood. And finally some fluff.

SUMMARY: Jungkook needed to hide. He was on the run. And what better place for a bunny hybrid to hide then a Bunny coffee shop? How could he resist? You smelled sweet and looked nice. All it took was one smile of yours and a bunny bread and he was on all fours for you.

INTRO - Bunny on the run

ONE - Bunnies don’t like water ( coming soon)

TWO - Carrot Cake 🥕(coming soon)

THREE - Bunny in the kitchen coming soon

FOUR - I’ll take care of you coming soon

FIVE - Bunny on the run coming soon

SIX - The last Bun. Coming soon.

ONE SHOTS

Coming soon

YOONGI

My Best Friends Crush

Characters: Min Yoongi/music theory Teacher, Jung Hoseok/dance teacher, Jungkook/art and design student, Jimin/danc student, reader/art student.

Genre: strangers to lovers, forbidden love?

Warnings: mentions of explicit language, sexual references(smutty material), consumption of alcohol, age difference.

Summary: “my whole life I always hated rules and protocols, growing to fin comfort on art as I could express myself unapologetically and freely. But there was one rule I made with myself; never fall in love with your friend crush.

With my rebellious nature, it was bound to be broken but I just never meet someone who would take that seriously.”

HOSEOK

JIMIN

JUNGKOOK

JIN

NAMJOON

TAEHYUNG

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redrose10 · 4 months

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Alright here is Chapter 5! Originally it was supposed to be a much shorter chapter but I didn’t like the way it flowed so I changed it up. There are still a few more chapters to go!

Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Word count: 3,016

Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

Yoongi had started making an effort. It was small but you did notice little things like the tea kettle already filled when you got up in the morning and he’d text you to ask how your day was going. He didn’t seem to be bringing home women any more either but you knew he had other ways of accomplishing that so you were still skeptical.

Yoongi walked through the door after a particularly hard day. His company was denied the patent that they desperately needed to move forward on a new project costing them millions of dollars and precious time. He of course got chewed out over it by the entire board and it soured his mood for the rest of the day. He just wanted to get home, take a shower, have a glass of whiskey, and get in bed.

When he entered his home he heard loud music blaring through the speakers. He recognized the song as some girl group but he’d never cared enough to actually pay attention. It was catchy though. But what really caught his eye was you dancing around the kitchen in a white T-shirt that was just long enough to barely cover your backside. Your hair up in a messy bun. Your hips swayed to the music as you stirred something in a pot before returning to the cutting board. He watched you for a few seconds admiring your beauty. How you sang along to the song somewhat off key but still managed to sound beautiful. He did deserve the scolding he got earlier because he truly was an idiot. An idiot that had someone like you right there practically handed to him and he tried his best to ruin it all.

Slowly he walked over and cleared his throat, “It smells really good in here. What did you make?”

You were startled nearly jumping a foot in the air as you didn’t expect him to be home so early, “Oh Namjoon’s mom gave me a recipe for Jajangmyeon so I wanted to try it out.” Yoongi knew you hadn’t spoken to his mother since the wedding but here you were exchanging recipes with another man’s mom. That stung. “Would you like some?”, you asked almost certain he’d turn you down like every other time but to your shock he nodded, “Yeah sure. Sounds good.”

Placing the bowl in front of him he immediately took a huge bite.

“This is amazing Y/N. Best I’ve ever had.”

“Thank you.”, you replied before digging into your own bowl. The two of you made light conversation over dinner. It felt domestic and while this was what you’d always wanted it created a fear in you that eventually this would all come crashing down and be worse than before.

He ate the bowl in no time and even asked for seconds. Once you were both finished he offered to clean up and wash the dishes. You stared at him in disbelief causing him to stop what he was doing and look up at you. “What?”, he asked like what he was doing was completely normal.

“Are you feeling okay?”

He nodded, “Yeah I’m fine. Why?”

“Well I’m just waiting for you to tell me you got someone pregnant or like you’re dying or something.”

Yoongi chuckled and for the first time you saw his gummy smile. “I just thought I’d help you out since you made that delicious meal.” You gave a small smile, “Oh okay. Well thank you.” Quickly you made your way back to your room to hideout until he went to bed. You fully expected to wake up and realize this was all a dream.

After that night things between you and Yoongi stayed pretty weird. Technically they were pretty normal for a married couple but for the two of you it was strange.

He started eating dinner with you at least once a week sometimes more. Some mornings you’d wake up to him making breakfast. The two of you never spoke much but ate in comfortable silence. One day he even insisted that he accompany you and Namjoon to the opening of a new art museum claiming that he didn’t want rumours to circulate about the two of you but the way he placed his arm around you any time Namjoon got a little too close for his liking told you differently.

Things peaked at weirdness on a chill October night. It was the annual Min Gala and the first big event that you and Yoongi would be attending together. There had been other smaller gatherings here and there but nothing of this level. The Min Gala was known globally for its luxury and grandeur while pulling in celebrities and royalty from around the world, and you were now going. Which is why you were currently staring at yourself in the full length mirror you had purchased for your room. The outfit, something Jimin had picked, a velvet navy blue floor length dress with a deep v cut in the front and a slit on the right side that almost went up to your hip. Even you had to admit that you looked incredible. While admiring yourself you heard Yoongi lightly knocked at the door, “Y/N we seriously have to get going. We’re gonna be late.” Not wanting to make him angry you grabbed your clutch and swung open the door not expecting him to still be standing there.

He looked you up and down with wide eyes. “Y-You look very nice.”, he stuttered. You gave a shy smile back, “You look very nice yourself.” He then lead the way for you two out to the waiting car.

When the driver pulled up to the event you went into panic mode. There must’ve been 100 photographers along with hundreds of other various personnel. You were very out of your element. Yoongi could sense your uneasiness. “I know it’s a lot Y/N but keep your head up and just look ahead. I’ll be there with you through the whole thing.” You nodded as the car door opened. Yoongi stepped out first then turned and gave you his hand to help you out also. He placed a hand on your lower back and started quickly but gently ushering you through the crowd. You did your best to politely ignore the various questions being thrown at you while also trying your best not to trip due to the blinding lights. Once inside you felt a rush of relief. One of the staff members came over and grabbed your coats while a waiter brought you a glass of champagne which you happily downed.

You fully expected Yoongi to run off to the first woman that looked his way and leave you to fend for yourself but surprisingly be stayed by your side until an older gentleman came over asking to speak with him for a bit. Yoongi excused himself and told you he’d be back shortly as business needed to be handled.

You weren’t alone long though before Jimin slid over wrapping you in a big hug and catching you up on all the gossip you missed. He was in the middle of telling you a story about his trip when another presence walked up next to you. The man looked vaguely familiar but you couldn’t quite place it. Luckily Jimin stepped right in to introduce you, “Oh Y/N please meet one of my really good friends. This is Taehyung.” The man gave you a big boxy smile before reaching out to shake your hand, “Hi Y/N, It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.”, you smiled. Taehyung was one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen. He had soft black hair that had some natural curls which fell perfectly. Smooth skin and beautiful eyes. He was dressed impeccably. His outift a dark purple three piece suit. It reminded you a lot of the dark green suit Yoongi had on the day you met him and that’s when it hit you. You were talking to the famous fashion designer and owner of KTVY, a very prominent fashion line that had quickly entered the same ranks as well known brands like Dior or Versace.

You spoke with Jimin and Taehyung for a while listening to their various escapades. Taehyung playfully pouted when he realized you weren’t wearing one of his designs and Jimin being the one that picked it out made him pout even deeper. Taehyung started grabbing at your dress talking about the low quality and how he would’ve made a nicer dress for you. It was clear he was a very hands on person but you felt comfortable with him. “Looks like someone’s jealous.”, Jimin leaned over whispering into your ear. Glancing over your shoulder you spotted Yoongi staring back at you while ignoring the man next to him expressively talking with his hands. Instead of his trademark unreadable expression he actually looked angry and it made you feel a certain kind of way.

When he was finally able to break free from the conversation with his business partner Yoongi walked over and pulled you into him before placing a kiss on your cheek, “Come on Y/N. Let go find my parents.” As you were being drug away you quickly waved goodbye to Jimin and Taehyung missing the way they both rolled their eyes and giggled to each other like teenage girls. After your meeting with Jimin and Taehyung, Yoongi’s mood for the rest of the evening seemed to change. He refused to leave your side. Every ten minutes he’d tell you how beautiful you looked, the most beautiful woman in the world. He also decided to start trying to mask his anger by downing Jack and Cokes like they were water.

Eventually you were able to cut him off and convince him that it was time to go home so there you were waiting for the driver to pull up while you did your best to hold up the swaying Yoongi. Luckily you were able to sneak out the back so no one other than a few kitchen staff saw you. Once in the car you started digging around looking for a bucket or bag or anything incase Yoongi’s body decided to rid itself of the alcohol on the way home. Just as you reached to look in one of the cabinets you felt hands grabbing your waist pulling on you and you fell back onto the seat next to Yoongi.

He started nuzzling his face into your neck mumbling something you couldn’t quite understand. “Here you need to sit up.”, you said while doing your best to push him over. He looked at you with glassy eyes and flushed cheeks.

“You are not going to feel good tomorrow morning. This is gonna be the hangover of all hangovers.”

He scoffed, “Yeah well I can’t feel any worse than I did earlier.”

“What do you mean?”, you asked while searching the car for a bottle of water you knew he needed.

“The way Taehyung looked you up and down and the way he had his hands all over you. I’m gonna kill Jimin. I told him not to introduce the two of you.”

You snorted at his remark. Yoongi looked over at you, “I’m serious. And after I kill him he’s fired too.” You just laughed it off. You were like 99% sure Yoongi wouldn’t do either but you made a mental note to text Jimin later and give him a warning.

Once you were standing outside your penthouse door you were fumbling with the code while trying to keep Yoongi standing upright and you were really regretting not taking the help from the driver when he offered. Even though Yoongi had a small frame he was surprisingly heavy and the fact that he had zero control right now was not helping. After finally getting Yoongi in the door you started walking him towards the kitchen to get some water and some food in his system when suddenly he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him. Within seconds he had you pushed up against the wall with his arms on either side caging you in while using the wall to brace himself. Slowly he placed kisses starting behind your ear and trailing down towards your cleavage.

“Fuck that Kim Taehyung. I’m never buying shit from him again.”

You chuckled at his whiny statement before Yoongi grabbed your hips pulling you flush against him as he continued to pepper kisses all over any visible skin he could reach.

He moved his left hand to your lower back while his right hand slowly started moving down your hip to the slit in your dress that he gently started to toy with. “Y/N, I don’t know how you did this to me. I wanted to hate you so bad. I wanted to hate our situation. I tried so hard to prevent you from breaking down my walls but I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to love you and I’m scared because I think I’m starting to.”, he mumbled between kisses. He began to tease the lace of the black underwear that you had on and that’s when you broke out of your haze and stopped him.

He was drunk and you were sober and even though he initiated all of this it felt like taking advantage of him and there was also a part of you that was worried once he sobered up he’d regret everything and his words would mean northing.

“Come on Drunky. Let’s get you to bed.”, you said pulling him down the hall. He looked around the room confused, “Who the hell is Drunky?”, which earned a big eye roll on your part. You help him get undressed and put him in the bed. You tried to leave to go get some water and some pain killers but he grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the bed next to him, “Please stay with me. Every time you walk away from me I worry it’ll be the last time I ever see you.” Again you remembered that this was just the liquor talking and in the morning he’d probably be upset that you were even in his room. You nodded and laid in the bed so he rested his head on your chest as you began to run your fingers through his hair hoping it would soothe him to sleep faster.

Thankfully it worked like a charm because he was asleep within minutes and you quickly got the supplies you were looking for before setting them down next to his bed for easy access when he woke up the next morning.

You pulled the blanket up over his shoulders and did a double check once again to make sure that he had everything he would need before heading over to the door.

You stopped when you noticed a bottle sitting on his dresser. It was beautiful and very ornate. A matte red glass bottle with a gold topper. In big intricate letters it read ‘Solace, A Comforting Fragrance by KTVY’. You chuckled at the irony that this was his choice of cologne. Gently you popped open the top and the familiar scent of cinnamon and vanilla hit you and a wave of memories of the last year came flooding back. Taking a look over at the man who was now softly snoring you felt anxious and uncertain about the future. You knew how to handle cold cheating asshole Yoongi. That was easy. But this new Yoongi, the one who’s been trying to improve and who claims he’s falling in love, you don’t know how to move forward without getting hurt more than you already have been.

Placing the bottle back in its spot you walked out gently closing the door behind you.

The next morning Yoongi woke up with a massive headache. After downing the glass of water and pain killers he took a quick shower and walked out into the kitchen. You greeted him with a smile and placed a large plate of food down in front of him, “Here this is called Y/N’s happy hangover special. You need the grease and carbs. There’s also hot coffee ready for you but you need to finish a glass of water first.”

He smiled and began to dig into the food letting you know how good it was. He watched you walk over and water the blue hydrangea plant that he had delivered a few weeks ago. He thought back to that morning. He wasn’t sure what was more beautiful, the flowers themselves or the way your face lit up when you saw them.

Then like a bad flashback the events of the night before came back to him. How he was filled with jealousy watching Taehyung touch you. How he used alcohol to try and extinguish the flames that burned inside of him. The way he kissed you and grabbed at you like a horny teenager. How he told you he was falling in love with you. It was all true.

You hadn’t mentioned any of it yet though which concerned him. He thought maybe he’d upset you or took it too far too fast. He was worried that you didn’t take his words seriously and assumed they were only spoken thanks to his drunk state of mind.

He wanted to tell you all of that same stuff now, while sober, and maybe have a deeper more thorough discussion. He cleared his throat, “Umm Y/N, about last ni-.”

*Ding*

Checking your phone you saw a text from Jimin letting you know he was outside.

“Hey Yoongi I have to get going. I’m hanging out with Jimin today. Don’t wait up.”

“Oh okay.”

Grabbing your purse you ran out the door without looking back.

He bit his lip staring at the space you were no longer occupying. “I deserve that.”, he whispered before pouring himself a cup of coffee.

#bts #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #yoongi angst #yoongi fic #yoongi x y/n #arranged marriage au #bts fanfic #cinnamon&vanilla #yoongi au #yoongi

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forthechubbies · 10 months

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Our Little Wife

~Princess Under House arrest~ Vol. 8

Mafia BTS x Chubby Wife Reader

Being Korea's deadliest kingpins made seven men into untouchable demons, yet their little wife is made out of sugar and spice?

⚠️Um? Yoongi is a warning on his own as well as (bad boy gone wrong) Jungkook. Hot makeout scene w/ long haired drunken yoongi🥵, Jin's a sweetheart beyond sweethearts, Vulgar Language, Manhandling, and Jungkook is a sexy hot head so watch out!☺

<- Shadows Vol. 7

Your nightgown caught your foot as you rushed to your vanity. You've been cleaned, patched, polish and pampered.

You looked beautiful, a barefaced beauty. A healthy glow to your skin, volume and fullness in your hair-gently brushing your fingers over your face you discovered your nails were fully manicured.

"What's going on?" You lifted your nightgown to find the same result, your toes matched your nails.

All was flawless beside the ache in your wrist, the only thing not tended too, grazing your fingers ghosted over the sore skin-

You hissed with an "Ouch." squeaking out of you.

The sight of Jimin, the very last person you laid eyes on, sent shivers down your spine. Memories came rushing back, overwhelming you with a flood of emotions. The cruel and heartless actions of your once beloved husband twisted your stomach into knots, leaving you feeling utterly disgusted.

Even more so, you shared concern for him, However you do believe that He got what he deserved before you passed out.

But the memories only caused more confusion. Why are you back home? the men knew Jimin? and that man who grabbed you. His eyes...they looked like Kookie's.

To yours and my surprise, One of your French doors was unlocked, You shivered at the numbing temperature and aura of the house, scrolling down the corridor, The wholesome family pictures successfully made you feel like a bit better.

"Kitten?" The echo of a deep male purr startled, Yoongi stood at arm's length he looked sloppy..his clothes were hanging of his figure, hair overgrown into a tousled bun dangling off his broad shoulders.

"Is this finally you? My kitten." He reeks of whiskey. Yoongi calluses grip your jaw bringing your face to his, You grip his button up to keep balance on your tippy toes. "Or I'm finally dying for alcohol poisoning and you're an angel sent to ease my pain as I pass on."

Speechless you stared into Yoongi's heated face to see a long open wound slashed down his right eye, the dried blood still staining his crimison cheek. "If so, Could you pity me a kiss for a heartbroken man." His voice deeply rumbled as he whispered to you before planting his lips on yours.

You gasped. "Yoongi-" ghosting your fingers around his eyes. "You're eye."

Yoongi's large hands ♡ swallowed your chubby waist tugging all of your weight on him. The Innocent kiss turned course following Yoongi's lead as he worked his tongue.

"Mm!" You squeaked against his lips.

His tongue tricks distracted you from those busy hands of his stroking up the curves of your nightgown. You found yourself sandwich between the wall and Yoongi not that you mind-

"Ya! You better not puke on my carpet again, Min Yoongi! Or I'm settling for a divorce." Jin cried, you can't see him but you could imagine the blood rushing to his ears. "Yoongi, if you feeling sick dead outside-" Jin's eyes meeting yours.

Jin's eyes grew three sizes. "Yoongi! You're being too rough-" A harsh shove knocked the wobbly drunken man to the wooden floor where he happily retired. "My princess, Are you hurt? Any of those scratches stinging." He checked you frequently.

Jin quickly settled down placing his large hands on your shoulders, his sorrowful eyes roamed down your nightgown. "Namjoon was right...I should have kept the door locked." He mumbled, the last part before freezing at the loud sound of his husbands coming home so soon..too soon.

In the panic of heavy boots headed up the main staircase, Jin shoved you through your door frame, repeatedly cooing apologies at you as you fell flat on your bum. " I'm so sorry, Daddy loves his princess." You hardly heard him over the door closing with a click. He locked it.

"Is she up yet?" Kookie...

You kept your ear to door.

"No,-" Jin lied. " She's still asleep." You could hear his knuckles whiting from his intense grip on the french door's golden handles.

"What?! It's been three days?! Aren't you fucking concerned-at all!?" Jungkook's satori boomed, startling you on the other side.

You never heard kookie raise his voice maliciously to anyone especially his older spouses.

Jin's temper boiled over much like your bunny's. A loud thump was heard through the wood then a pregnant silence. Jin disciplined Jungkook upside his head.

"How dare you speak to you like I'm one of those punks you beat up, You feral mutt-!"

In seconds, The tip of Jungkook's nose tap Jin's as a horrifying fire burned Kookie's eyes. "What the actual fuck did you just call me?!"

A sudden adrupt shove against the doors sent you hurling into your fluffy carpet once more as fatal squeak falls from your lips. As soon as the cute sound left your mouth, Jungkook released his assault on Jin's collar.

The silence between the two men was deafening til Jungkook broke it with a small whimper. "Creampuff?! Are you alright?!" Jungkook ripped Jin away from your door, swinging opening them open to find you, his startled Creampuff grasping on your nightgown for dear life.

My goodness. You gasped. Nevermind the fact, He completely broken the lock on the doors effortlessly. I don't even think it he realized yet.

Jungkook stood tall before your dumbfounded face, You can admit it's been sometime since you seen your husbands but these dramatic difference in appearance are not for the faint hearted, to yoongi new scar and long hair to Jungkook's entire existence at this point.

He too has quit cutting his hair leaving his to fall to his shoulders , mainly hiding a good some of his face and yet the little droplets shimmering off his tips enchanted you.

It must be raining horribly upon how drained he is.

Jungkook's heavy muggy boots destroyed your ivory carpet as he slowly walked towards your shaken figure in awe. "It's really you?" He breathed, dropping his knees on either sides of your thighs, leaning closer in your face. "It is you."

Your eyes can't stand to look away from the new tattoos decorating the left side of his neck, beautifully paired with the two addictions piercing his lip and eyebrow.

Is this your kookie?

#bts smut #bts x chubby reader #chubby reader #poly ot7 #yandere jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook x chubby reader #yandere jungkook #bts mafia au #bts mafia fic #mafia au #yandere bts x chubby reader #mafia!bts #bts mafia series #dark bts

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bangtanflirt · 1 year

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Wait, Little Rabbit! (Part 5)

fluff, angst, smut

Bunny Hybrid (Fem) Reader x Human Seokjin x Dog Hybrids Jimin and Hoseok x Cat Hybrid Yoongi x Wolf Hybrids Namjoon, Taehyung, & Jungkook

NSFW. 18+

Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3 > Part 4 > Part 5 > Part 6

Summary: You, a meek little bunny hybrid, find family amongst six predator hybrids and their lovely human caretaker.

Warnings: group sex but like they are all taking turns with y/n, y/n goes into heat, heats hurt until they are taken care of, a little bit of crying, mentions of birth control methods, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, throatfucking, Joon’s control kink, heavy d/s dynamics, slight breeding kink even though y/n is on birth control, slight voyeurism, predator/prey dynamics in a sexual context, abandonment issues

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The morning is calm, with Seokjin teaching you how to make coffee with the new drip coffee maker he bought. You focus in on his hand movements, watching with fascination as the coffee filters down into the pot. As much as you wish you liked the taste of black coffee, like all the men in the house do, you know that you’ll be pouring your weight in sugar and creamer into your cup.

“My heat is coming up” the words come out shy and unsure. Telling Seokjin such a private matter feels very different than telling your former eighty-four-year-old female caretaker. It can’t be helped that your cheeks turn red, even while your eyes are on the coffee. His movements have stopped though, as he’s put the kettle down to give you full attention.

“How close?”

“Two days”

“How would you like to spend it?”

“I was thinking of asking Jimin and Hobi” you grow redder with each response, but the man just gives a casual nod.

“That’s what I would’ve suggested as well. Do you have any preferences on birth control? I’ve never cared for a female hybrid before, so I’m not sure what to prepare.”

“I, um, I have a chip in my arm” you notice his surprise, “my old caretaker helped me get it.”

“Well, then that’s taken care of. Anything else you need? If you give me a list of your favorite snacks and drinks I can stock them up in the outside room. I like to make sure you guys have enough to recharge during your heats.”

Your heart swells up at just how attentive Jin can be. You could’ve never imagined having a male caretaker in the past; every female hybrid you knew had one bad experience or another with them. Even the most decent ones didn’t feel approachable for such topics—but here you were, with the nicest human male you’ve ever had the fortune of meeting. You can’t help but jump up for a hug, your previous shyness fading away. He chuckles as he holds you in place, heart hurting because of your adorableness.

As the day goes by, you notice the hybrids acting different around you. It starts off subtle, with them zoning out when you come near or eyes lingering on certain body parts that they’ve been too much of gentlemen to stare at before. Namjoon’s the one that addresses the atmosphere first, “y/n…by any chance, is your heat tonight?”

You look at the wolf with confusion, “No, it’s the day after tomorrow.”

They all look at each other, eyebrows raised. “Your pheromones are going crazy bun, are you one hundred percent sure it’s that far away? Maybe you should sleep in the extra room starting tonight.”

To everyone’s surprise, you don’t obediently nod to the Alpha. Instead, you thump your feet and puff out your chest as stubbornly as you know how. “But it’s not for another two days! That’s unfair! I think I know my heats better than anyone else.”

Now, with any other hybrid in the house, Namjoon would be standing firm with his suggestion. However, he’s extra cautious when it comes to you—not wanting to seem like he’s once again belittling your autonomy as a prey hybrid. So, he concedes.

“Okay bun, you know what’s best for you.”

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“What’s with him?” Taehyung asks upon seeing his usually-laid-back Yoongi hyung visibly tense.

“Eunwoo’s back in town. He’s asked to have dinner with Yoongi and I. He’s just a bit nervous but he’ll be alright. Right Yoongs?”

The cat hybrid lets out an unconvincing yes, brows still furrowed in worry.

“Eunwoo?” You inquire, and Jungkook fills in the gaps.

“Eunwoo hyung is Yoongi’s former caretaker. He was friends with Jin hyung in college and asked him to take Yoongi in when he joined the military.”

“He’s back for a couple days before he’s deployed again.” Jin further explains.

You nod, still a little confused on why Yoongi looks so on edge but deciding it best to not prod further.

“Joonie, take this” Jin says, handing the wolf a credit card, “since both Yoongi and I will be gone, and we can’t be sure the kitchen won’t burn down with just you guys. Order whatever you like.” Namjoon rolls his eyes at the remark, smiling nonetheless.

“I vote tacos” Jimin enthusiastically chimes in. His hybrid counterpart, Hoseok, laughs along, tuning into the conversation while keeping his main focus on Yoongi—stroking the cat hybrid’s back gently the entire time. Yoongi leans into the touch, grateful for Hoseok’s calming presence. Hoseok doesn’t leave Yoongi’s side until the moment Jin has to separate them to get Yoongi out the door, even then the dog hybrid doesn’t miss the chance to help Yoongi put his collar on.

With the two of them alone for the car ride, Jin attempts to soothe the cat’s nerves.

“He really misses you, you know that? The first thing he asked me was how you were doing.”

“Well if he cared that much, he shouldn’t have left.”

The rest of the ride is silent and stiff. Before long, Yoongi finds himself sitting opposite of the man he dreaded seeing. At the very least, Jin is still beside him, holding his hand under the table. Yoongi attempts to hide behind the restaurant menu, but Eunwoo earnestly speaks up.

“What about the ravioli for you, Yoongi? You love ravioli, don’t you?”

The cat hybrid doesn’t dare make eye contact, but his tone is ice cold. “Not anymore. Grew out of it.”

Jin nervously cracks a joke to ease the tension but hurt is evident on Eunwoo’s face. The dinner continues on with the two humans catching up while the cat hybrid picks at his meal. It’s when Jin excuses himself to go to the restroom when the tension is at an all-time high.

“Yoongi, will you please at least look at me? I know I’m not your caretaker anymore, but I’m still trying my best to be a part of your life. Please don’t shut me out.”

It’s the first time that night that Yoongi meets eyes with the man.

“You don’t get to be a part of my life after you dumped me onto someone else.”

Eunwoo’s heart further cracks at the biting remark, coming from the hybrid who used to look at him with hearts in his eyes.

“Leaving you was the hardest decision I’ve ever made”

“Then why’d you do it?”

“Because I had to! Because I was lost Yoongi, and everyday you were with me I was reminded of how I couldn’t do anything for you. You were behind on vaccines because I couldn’t afford them! You couldn’t go to hybrid parks because I didn’t have time to take you! My life was a mess and I felt so selfish for making you go through all of that because of me. The army really straightened me out, gave me the direction I so badly needed—but you and I both know how miserable the hybrids on base are. This is the best thing I could possibly do for you.”

“But I missed you.” Yoongi tries to hold back a choked sob, but tears roll down his cheeks at a faster pace than he can wipe them off. Without a second to spare, his old caretaker is taking the seat besides him, wiping away the tears.

“I missed you too. I’m so sorry it turned out this way, but you’re happy, aren’t you? Jin and all those hybrids, they make you happy, right?”

He nods through the tears, too many emotions all being felt at once.

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This time the ride back home is much lighter, on both Yoongi and Seokjin.

“You know I like being with you, right hyung? I was never upset that he left me with you.”

“I know Yoongs, you don’t have to worry about me. I know you love us. You also love him, though, and you don’t have to pretend like you’re okay all the time when I can tell you miss him.”

“I just—I thought he’d always be by my side. And then one day he wasn’t. The part that sucks the most is that I am happy now, but I’m worried that this is all temporary too.” He looks out the window, not wanting to voice his fears while looking in Jin’s direction.

“It’s completely valid to have those fears, but I’m not going anywhere Yoongi. Neither are the others. Eunwoo can’t take care of you, but he loves you enough to trust you with someone who can. Someone who will take care of you for the rest of your life.”

Yoongi steals a glance at his caretaker, letting himself believe the words for now. It’s when he’s relaxed more into the seat does the hybrid realize this isn’t the way back home.

“Um Jin, where are we going?”

The man cracks a mischievous smile, eyes still transfixed on the road. “Somewhere that you’ll really like.”

The roads are curvy and uphill, causing the two to swerve with the car on occasion. Yoongi observes the passing buildings with perplexity, not recognizing this as any part of town he’s ever been to. Seokjin keeps his playful air of mystery, looking on amusedly as Yoongi tries to make sense of his surroundings. The car stops into an unfamiliar driveway, the driveway of a house that leans miles high over them—tall and wide frame dauntingly casting a shadow.

“C’mon kitty” is all the older man says before getting out the door and walking to the front door, all while Yoongi sprawls to not be left behind.

“Hyung, can you tell me now?”

“Look” he points to a sign with bold black letters reading ESTATE SALE.

“You brought me to an estate sale?”

“Yup. I want to spruce up the house but I have no idea where to start. That’s where you, our designated interior design expert, come in.”

Yoongi’s heart jumps in excitement, hands already itching to examine every piece of furniture in the ginormous house. Things up until now have been an emotional roller-coaster, but a few hours here is just what Yoongi needs to decompress—and his caretaker is well aware of that.

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You’re okay. You keep telling everyone around you that you’re okay. You keep telling yourself that you’re okay. Because frankly, you’ve made too much of a scene not to be. The pride you felt when you stood your ground about your heat cycle is still fresh in your mind. But maybe—just maybe—you’ve been too prideful. Maybe Namjoon has a point. Because right now, as you’re in a cuddle puddle with the dog hybrids and Jungkook in the living room, something snaps. It snaps so roughly, so deliciously, that you feel the wind being knocked out of your lungs. Air feels like a secondary need, second to the pleasure you need to be feeling right now. Everything hurts, your core aches, and you know the universe is mocking you right now. You’ve been so adamant about your heat schedule that you entirely ignored the possibility of going into it early—a common occurrence of when a prey hybrid experiences high stress between cycles. It’s never happened to you before, but it happening now makes perfect sense considering your whole life has been twisted inside out since your last heat. You don’t want to draw attention to it, but the intensity building up inside you has tears threatening to pour. The hybrids with you notice immediately, the scent of the air turning unmistakably more pungent. The salty scent of desire, undeniable pheromones of lust swirling around you—too strong for any of them to act indifferent to.

It's Jimin that takes your face into his hands first, startled expression as he sees the pain in your eyes. “Bun…you’re in heat…” His voice is on edge, not expecting this nor knowing what to do. His rational brain would take you to the outside room immediately, but your pheromones are hazing that rationality in all three hybrids. Yoongi was the only hybrid that’s ever helped a prey through heat—the others are nowhere near equipped to handle just how strongly the heat pheromones affect predator hybrids in particular.

“Please help” you cry out, voice breaking in the process.

The words mixed with your scent send the dog hybrids into a primal frenzy. Jimin kisses you hard, sucking on your lips in a manner that’ll no doubt leave them bruised after. Hoseok is tearing your clothes off, as well as losing his own. The youngest hybrid is the only one who stills in hesitance. The dog hybrids are no strangers to taking care of your needs, but Jungkook has never had you in that way before. As high as your scent has him, he still keeps a distance, unsure if you even want him to help you through your heat. He feels guilty even looking—no, ogling—at your nude form right now. The curve of your perky ass, the stiff peaked nipples that top your breasts, your already glistening cunt; every detail he tries to commit to memory, scared he’ll never be able to see it again. He watches with tense posture as Hoseok slides two fingers into your cunt with ease, with you begging for more. He continues watching as Hoseok fucks three long digits all the way into your cunt while Jimin takes your mouth with equal ferocity. You’re beyond the point of forming coherent sentences, heat making you cock dumb and only able to beg. It’s when one of your hands reach towards Jungkook that he stops being just a spectator; Jimin’s cock has you unable to talk, but your eyes and hand motions do well to plead the wolf hybrid to join.

“A-are you sure bun?”

You let go of Jimin’s cock with a pop sound, taking a moment to catch your breath before answering.

“Please Kook…need you…need your cock…please” The words “please” keep falling from your lips like a mantra, in rhythm with Hoseok’s fingers pumping you good.

The oldest dog hybrid is used to taking charge, which makes things a lot easier for everyone in this moment. “You heard her Kook. Our desperate little bun needs your cock. Are you going to deny a poor bunny in heat?”

The wolf shakes his head instantly, doing well to strip out of his all-black clothing. He stands bare, cock straight up and yearning to be inside of you, but even your exquisite pheromones can’t make Jungkook forget his pack hierarchy.

“Joon hyung…I need his permission.”

That’s when a low snicker intrudes the moment between the four of you. You all turn your heads to the wolves’ bedroom door, where Namjoon and Taehyung are standing with hyperfocused vision.

“My little beta never forgets his manners, does he?” The Alpha quips, looking proud. The other beta watches with lust-filled pupils, hiding behind his Alpha as if your scent is something dangerous.

“please…need all of you…it hurts” your trying your best to plead, but Jimin’s assault on your throat makes the words come out raspy. Speaking of the youngest dog hybrid and his cock, he pushes it right back down your throat again. This isn’t like the other time he’s been in your mouth, when he was gentle and had all the patience in the world—right now, he’s a creature of instinct, and his instinct is to breed your mouth.

Namjoon makes his way to the loveseat adjacent from the couch, getting the perfect view of everything. Taehyung follows close by but stops at the couch rather than the loveseat: your scent intoxicating him.

“Go on, I want to see both of my betas stuff that tight little cunt.”

Taehyung’s eyes go wide, and Jungkook thanks his lucky stars that his Alpha is not in a denying mood. If Namjoon is affected by your pheromones, he’s doing a damn good job showing restraint—opting instead to sit back in a commandeering position with his large hand palming over his sweats.

Hoseok helps the Alpha’s command come to fruition, taking his fingers out and gripping your thighs open as invitation for the betas. Jungkook doesn’t waste a single second, plunging into your heat like a possessed man. You gag around Jimin at the sudden intrusion, and the dog hybrid takes himself out to let you adjust for a second. Just for a second, though, because he’s back in your mouth in no time. Jungkook’s head is thrown back in ecstasy, guttural moans spilling with each heavenly thrust inside of you. No one can tell exactly when Taehyung loses all of his clothes, but it’s not long before the other beta is holding his cock in hand, waiting impatiently to feel you.

“Kook, don’t be greedy. Let Tae have a turn.”

“Yes Alpha” his words are readily obedient, but it takes the wolf a lot of willpower to keep from diving back into you.

Taehyung takes full advantage of his turn, getting fully lost in both your cunt and your scent. That’s why he’s also struggling when Namjoon orders another switch. The two betas fuck you like that for a while, taking turns controlled by their Alpha as Hoseok keeps your legs open and Jimin keeps your mouth busy.

It doesn’t help that every time Jimin lets you breathe, you use the time to beg the words “harder” and “more.” The words only egg Jimin on, making him fuck you even harder until he’s emptied his seed deep down your throat.

Jungkook is the first to fill your cunt up, and Taehyung is second (both with the Alphas permission, of course). Hoseok succumbs to temptation and sinks into your cum-filled folds too, leaving his big load in there as well. Without your mouth occupied, screams of pleasure fill the house in no time. It’s during Hoseok’s turn when you get your first orgasm, no doubt because of his skilled movements on your clit. Your high hits as fast and hard as your heat, making every cell in your body ascend in pleasure. It takes a minute for the aftershocks to subside, your legs gradually slowing down in their shaking—as well as the rest of your body. It’s all too much and not nearly enough at the same time: the orgasm leaving you breathless, but your libido still crying out for more. You look at the Alpha, still showing immense restraint, eyes picking you apart alone. His gaze is taunting, and you’ve lost all pride to not give in.

“Joon, please fuck me” it’s the most coherent you’ve been since your heat hit, but you know you need to string a sentence or two together to get the Alpha’s approval. “need you so bad Alpha. Need your cock so bad it hurts.”

He doesn’t say anything back, just cocks an eyebrow at you like he’s expecting something. Like you should know what to do right now. Your mind is cluttered and horny and your grasping at straws to figure out what he’s expecting. You’ve already begged…oh. You’ve only begged. His words from before ring clear in your otherwise hazy mind.

“If you want me, you’ll have to kneel and beg first.”

With no explanation to the other hybrids, you half-fall-half-crawl off the couch, away from their hands on you. They all watch the mixture of cum drip down your thighs, cunt practically slobbering over the couch and carpet as you make your way down. You look right into the Alpha’s eyes, knowing this is what he’s asking for as you crawl over—unable to walk even if you wanted to. It’s when your right in front of the loveseat do you stop, giving him one last pleading look before ducking your head to meet his feet. You let your head fall onto his feet in complete submission.

“Please fuck me Alpha” you get out in your most desperate tone yet.

The Alpha’s smirk grows tenfold.

“Gladly, little prey.”

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A/N: Thank you guys for waiting patiently as my health recovered and I could put this part out! As always, I’m overwhelmed in the best way with your enthusiasm for the series. The people that comment and reblog especially make me so motivated to write!! As of right now, the next part is planned to be the final. What I have planned for it feels like a natural conclusion to the series. It will be out much quicker than this one for sure!

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RECOMMENDED BTS FICS OF JULY 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of july! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Alcohol Free || @blue-jisungs💕✅

↳ in which your best friend yoongi gets to know your secrets while you sip on various drinks. with each one, he’s more shocked… and amused.

Nothing’s Changed || @hoseokhasmyheartxx🔞💕💔✅

↳ You and Yoongi have been best friends since college. The rest of your friend group wants to go on a couples’ trip, leaving you and Yoongi to share a room. But to your surprise, your room only has one bed… will the two of you be able to get through the week without letting the other know how you feel?

The Love Plaza || @mayolive-writes🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ Needing to take a break from the long trip to college, you and Jungkook are forced to stay at the only lodging available within 70 miles, a love motel. And much to Jungkook’s dismay, there’s only one bed.

Til You Make It || @jinkookspencil💕💔✅💯

↳ jungkook is startled when you call him in need of a favor... to play his dream role - your boyfriend - for a day...

Bet On It || @minisugakoobies🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ What's a little wager between enemies? How about if it's your body on the line?

Lovin' You Right || @kookslastbutton🔞💕💔✅

↳ Your new badass neighbor won't leave you alone. You know the type, the guy your mama wouldn't want you bringing home. He'd break your heart as quick as he'd take it.

5+1 || @joon4eva💕✅

↳ five times you wanted to tell Namjoon you loved him + the one time you finally did.

Baby Fever || @95rkives💕✅💯

↳ what was supposedly a peaceful morning stroll in the park, an unexpected encounter triggers namjoon’s intense desire for a baby, turning him into an adorable, baby fever-filled mess.

Cherry Flavored || @jjksblackgf🔞✅

↳ You bet with your boyfriend that he can't handle more than five minutes of your tongue, but Jungkook never turns away from a challenge. You'll make sure to keep him in his place.

Moving In || @dreamescapeswriting💕✅

↳ (this was an anon req to the writer, short summary: yoongi leaves his stuff at oc's apartment, slowly moving in. shts too cute man)

Panties Over Pastries || @genkima💕✅

↳ you and your lovely boyfriend, Jungkook, decided to have a baking date planned for today ! I wonder how it turns out..

Spicy 'N Sweet || @thvhoe🔞💕💔🔄💯💯💯

↳ Jeon Jungkook is the perfect guy… to piss off your parents. He’s buff, inked up and the definition of their worst nightmare but hey, when love comes knocking on your door there’s not much you can do. It’s not like you planned on falling for him… it just kind of happened, and honestly, you're not even mad about it. Not at all.

The Boxer's Girlfriend || @i-am-baechu🔞💕💔✅

↳ Jeon Jungkook is known throughout Korea as the top boxer. He’s swift in his attacks and calculated with everything. He’s dangerous in the ring but he was also dangerous to his girlfriend, Y/N L/N.

Cat Got Your Tongue? || @jessikahathaway🔞💕💔✅

↳ You were exhausted from schoolwork and just needed a chance to unwind. Jungkook, campus fuckboy, offers his services to help alleviate the stress from studying but is he going to cause more stress than he relieves?

Cherry || @peachypinkygloss🔞💕✅

↳ Jungkook has a crush on you and he does everything to conquer your heart (like eating your pussy whenever and wherever he feels like it).

Bunny Buns || @kittyscupcakeandbunny🔞💕💔🔄

↳ Jungkook needed to hide. He was on the run. And what better place for a bunny hybrid to hide then a Bunny coffee shop? How could he resist? You smelled sweet and looked nice. All it took was one smile of yours and a bunny bread and he was on all fours for you.

Moon || @hobeemin🔞💕✅ Pt 2.

↳ (theres no summary, and i suck at summarizing, but im a sucker for hybrid fics so that says sometime.)

Break My Mind's Eye || @flowerwrites06🔞💕✅

↳ Jungkook thinks marriage is the only way to seal a deal.

Diamond Trail || @flowerwrites06🔞💕✅

↳ The theft of his most elusive and mystery possession leads to a web of trickery that threatens every large syndicate in the country. (alternative: Yoongis’ prized possession is stolen but he’s not the only gang leader being betrayed)

Distraction || @melancholy-of-nadia🔞✅

↳ After a series of circumstances leads you to be the assistant/right-hand woman of Bangkok's local thief/gang leader Min Suga, you're diligent in fulfilling your role in helping him take down Detective (& Underground Mafia Boss) Agust D. What you didn't expect in this role, was to catch your own boss reading p*rngraphic material during his free time and finding out there are consequences to distracting him.

Wishes || @i-am-baechu🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ After a long day of classes, Min Yoongi decides to take a break at the music hall that has become his second home. He walks in with his cigarette lit and his blank expression quickly changes when he sees a girl playing his piano. The moment their eyes meet, their lives become complicated and Yoongi blames himself for her future pain. Was the love we had honest? (i dont have a gang!au banner so its going in with the mafia!au. also yall already know im a huge sucker fore mafia/gang au's along with hybrids. its currently on going, but i know that i will be on a roller coaster while reading this series)

Devoted To Trouble || @jeonsweetpea🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ In which the whole world finds out Jungkook is Spider-Man, but he doesn’t care about anything but you. OR Can you survive seven days of Jungkook pining over you while his identity is exposed to the world? (i dont have a spider-man!au banner, but spider!kook????? when yoongi said that this man will annoy him even at the age of 100, lord where is the lie. but also, we love a persistent & annoyingly cute man.)

For Glory || @mono-moonchilds🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ A fight to the death. No rules, no refs, and nowhere to run.

Monachopsis || @personasintro🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ after receiving unpleasant news that doesn’t allow you to grow your family, your husband comes up with an idea that unfortunately involves his brother whom he despises (wasnt too sure what au this fic would fall under but i say it goes under the parent au cause min yoongi gon be a father whether he likes it or not.)

Seven || @joonberriess🔞✅

↳ “You know night after night, I’ll be fuckin’ you right,” or: “Girl hold on my baby daddy calling again.”

Unconditionally || @rmsrkive💔🔄💯

↳ for the past three, almost four years, it has only been you and your twins after having been abandoned by your ex-boyfriend. you expected it to remain that way for the rest of your lives until one day you accidentally run into one of his bandmates at the park

Way Back Home || @solemnreads🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ "please tell me this isn't what i think it is" he asks you with tears in his eyes. you look down at the sight of your son with an oxygen mask on his face while your daughter is sleeping on the couch near the wall. you look into his eyes, broken and sad. you've dreamt of this day for years, wondering how he would react. but here you are, hoping he could've meet the twins under different circumstances. "yes...they're your children."

Wrong Time || @spideyjimin🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ meeting ten years later the girl he deeply fell in love with is something Jungkook never thought would happen. But here you are, standing before his eyes with a bright smile on your face as you walk through the massive lobby of his company. At that exact moment, he realizes that the two of you fell in love at the wrong time but is now the right time?

Added Color || @bangtansmaus💕💔✅💯

↳ Yumi was perfectly fine with not finding her soulmate yet. she never really cared about the idea of soulmates. she’s fine with just running her bakery and living with her brother Jimin and their two best friends Jungkook and Taehyung.

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#bts smut #bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts angst #bts enemies to lovers au #bts established relationship au #bts best friends to lovers au #bts friends to lovers au #bts social media au #bts dad au #bts mafia au #bts hybrid au #bts friends with benefits au #bts fic recs #bts recs

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writtenbynamu · 10 months

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Dickmatized

Myg X black reader

Tags/warnings: HAEGEUM! (Yoongi), mentions of human trafficking, talks of s/a (not by Yoongi, doesn’t actually happen), violence, degradation, rough, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), choking, daddy kink, perjury, reader is weak in the knees

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Minors DNI

Your legs are crossed, right over left; back rigid as you try to maintain your composure. To anyone else in the room, your behaviour would have seemed normal. After all, women crossed their legs all the time out of habit or politeness. It was nothing out of the ordinary….or it wouldn’t have been if your legs had been crossed for any other reason that to quell the throb budding in your underwear.

You were better than this. You were a strong, independent woman. You were one of the two partners of Park & Min. A lawyer, a ridiculously good one at that; with one foot in the underground crime syndicate and the other on the necks of every prosecutor in Seoul. In this city, your name had to hold weight for you to survive…and yours was heavy enough to burden tongues. You made sure of it.

You had spent years getting your shit together, yet somehow, all it took was one look from him for you to fall apart.

You had first met Agust back when you were nothing but a decoy for the Itaewon dragons. The Itaewon dragons were one of the most feared gangs in Seoul, run by one of the most unassuming men you’d ever met. They sold everything from party drugs to cocaine to people. That’s where you had come in.

“Are you sure you want to do this noona?” The man before you asked as soon as the door shut. “You could get stabbed, or shot, or raped…oh my god this could end so fucking badly”

His teeth worried at his lip, the metal of his piercing hit against his teeth but he didn’t notice. He never did when he got anxious.

You tutted at him and walked over to where he stood. You looped a hand around his neck, urging him to look down at you and used your thumb to pull his bottom lip from between his teeth.

“Breathe Bun,” you said gently, rubbing soothing circles on his back.

His shoulders sagged and he dropped his head into your shoulders. He took a deep breath, shuddering a bit when he exhaled.

“ I don’t want to do this noona, I don’t want any of this. I just want to go back to art school” he said with a whine, a petulant pout on his lips. You resisted the urge to coo at him.

“I know bun, but it’s only for a little while hm? Just until your hyung gets back right?��

“Mhm hm” he mumbled, not ready to lift his head from the comfort of your warmth.

“So just let Noona do this so you can get it out the way in time to finish your project hm?”

He sighed against you and wrapped his hands tighter around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Time was going, but he needed the tactile comfort to ground him and so you let him have it for a few more minutes.

“Okay, now put your poker face on and let’s go do a drug heist Kook”

The plan was simple. You, Jungkook and the other dragons were supposed to meet up with some lackeys from D Town who had been interested enough in the “sexy foreigner” they had seen Jungkook parade around with to strike a deal with their mortal enemies. 15 kilos of pure white booger sugar for one night with you is what they offered.

It was insulting to think that they thought you had fallen for such a ruse.They knew that Seokjin wouldn’t have fallen for it, that’s why they waited until Jungkook had taken the reins. Jungkook might have been younger and less experienced, but he was no fool.

You would meet them and the specified location, demand a show of the product and then when they asked for you in return, the dragons would kill them and take the coke. It was foolproof, or at least it had been until the sky decided that it was the perfect time to burst and started to rain.

The dragons had the D town boys surrounded, guns drawn and pointed right at their heads. The sudden downpour had thrown everyone off-kilter and in the blink of an eye, you had found yourself with a knife to your throat and a gun pressed to your hip.

“LET HER GO YOU FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT”

Jungkook yelled over the clap of thunder that rolled overhead.

“ONE MORE STEP AND I KILL THE BITCH AND YOU” the man screamed.

Jungkook froze in his spot a glare on his face to conceal the dread he truly felt about the situation.

The man started backing away with you in tow only to freeze when he bumped into a hard chest. The smell of newports and the tiniest hint of…tangerine? Hit you both at the same time and you felt the man holding you start quivering.

“Having a bit of fun without me Jaehyuck?” came a low, deep voice; words gravely as if he hadn’t spoken all day.

“N-no Ag- n-no sir” he replied, hands trembling so much that he dropped the knife

“Really? Because it looks to me like you stole my product and tried to buy someone with it…” he spat.

The heel of his boots clicked on the paved rooftop as he circled the man holding you.

“What are my two rules Jaehyuck?” He asked, no demanded.

“N-never involve w-women and children s-sir”

“Now unless I’ve completely lost sight in my right eye and my left one has decided to start playing tricks on me… that’s a woman you’re holding…is it not?”

The man let go of you immediately, falling to his knees to plead with the man looking down at him with utter disgust.

You should have grabbed the coke and run over to Jungkook while they were both distracted, but you just couldn’t look away from your dark saviour.

You watched enthralled as he reached into the pocket of his coat, and you braced yourself for him to take out a gun of some sort; only to be confused when he pulled out a pair of red chopsticks instead.

The man seemed to recognize the utensils though, in fact, he seemed terrified of them.

“Beg for forgiveness.” Said the scarred man.

“I’m so s-sorry s-“

“Not from me you imbecile, from her”

To his credit, the man did beg for your forgiveness with so much sincerity and desperation that you almost felt sorry for him. But Scarface didn’t care. He used his chopstick on Jaehyuck in ways you had never seen before, ways you hadn’t known were possible. It should have scared you, but you had never felt more intrigued by a singular person in your entire life .

And when he was done, he held his chopsticks out so the rain could wash them off, bowed to you and offered you the coke as an apology (not that you weren’t going to take it either way) and turned to leave.

“Wait! What’s your name?” You asked, a bit winded from the adrenaline pumping through your veins

“Agust” he said “Agust D”

🥢🥢 🥢

“Agust” (as you came to know later)had been in the process of taking over the D- boys when you had your little run-in with them. He was keen on changing the way things worked in the gang, determined to make sure his rule was never questioned or contested. Killing Jaehyuck for not only undermining his authority but threatening to jeopardise the partnership he had been working to establish with the dragons through Jin was his first step in doing so.

Now, 5 years later, Agust had the largest cities in Korea, Seoul included, trembling under the weight of his thumb. He had long since created an alliance with the dragons and went on to take over when both Jin and Jungkook wanted out.

He owned almost everything and everyone. What were once periodic whispers of his name became incessant screams, loud enough that everyone knew it.

Still, very few people knew what Agust looked like. Sure they knew his name, knew who he was but he rarely showed his face in public, the threat of his existence was potent enough that he didn’t have to.

Still, in Seoul, walls could talk and they loved to gossip. And so everyone knew that “Agust D '' had a scar over his right eye and could kill people with his bare hands and a pair of chopsticks. August’s favourite part of his partial anonymity was the theories about how he got his scar. Some say he got it in an underground fight, others said he had been cut with glass in prison and the truly bold suggested that he had done it himself. They were all wrong, but they were fun to listen to.

When Agust did show his face, it was usually in a setting like you were in right now. A conference room full of lawyers being debriefed on his latest transgressions and how they would be expected to handle it, had he ever gotten caught.

The funny thing about Agust is that no matter who he bought or for how long he bought them, he never recruited a police officer or any member of the judiciary at all for that matter. He loved the rush he got from winning a trial simply because he had a good legal team; that he had you on his team. He liked knowing that he could win fair and square There was something so fascinating…so attractive about the way that you made an airtight case against the prosecution, how you played the jury like a puppet master in your… in his favour.

To this day, you had only lost once, a petty crime charge of aggravated assault for one of the boys. It should have rolled off your back because he, like almost everyone you represented, had been guilty. But there was something about the way Jisoo looked at you in that courtroom as if she knew she had won before the trial even began, as if she was better than you that fueled your thirst to be the best lawyer Seoul had ever seen, even if just out of pure spite.

🥢🥢🥢

There was something about the way Agust could command a room that made you feel hot all over. There was something about the way he spoke, calm, collected, controlled as if words were nothing but a nuisance to him and he had made them his bitch.

His presence filled any room no matter how big or small it was and his demeanour was enough to make even the most insolent of individuals sit with their backs straight. Fuck, he made you feel the need to sit straight.

You tried to pay attention as he spoke, but your mind could only focus on how his plump lips wrapped around his words. How his tongue darted out at intervals to wet his lips, how his fingers twirled the chopsticks he held between them as he paced the room. You couldn't help but stare at his hands, hands that had done unspeakable horrors to scores of people, hands that had dealt unspeakable pleasures to you.

You’ve officially zoned out. You hear no words, no shuffling of paper; your brain blocks out everything that isn’t Agust or your memories of him so much so that you don’t realise that the meeting is over until the heavy double doors bang shut. Almost instantaneously, the smell of cigarettes wafts towards you and you look up to see him standing beside you.

You swallow thickly.

“How was the meeting Y/N?” he asks you, taking a long, slow drag from his cigarette.

“Good.” you lied “It was good.”

“Hm,” he hummed. “ So what do you think Dongshik’s chances are on that murder charge?”

You clear your throat. “ I have full confidence that Jimin can get the charges dropped or at the very least, get him out on bail” you reply carefully, praying you didn’t sound as unsure as you felt.

Agust chuckled before spinning you around in your chair to face him and leaning over you so that your faces were mere inches apart.

“Good try baby, but “Dongshik” is one of your paralegals, not one of the dragons. The only crime he’s committing is wearing that God-awful fake Dior cologne.”

Shit.

“What's got you so distracted, hm pretty girl?” he asked, running his left index finger along your jaw.

Your breath hitched. “N-nothing, I’m just a little tired,” you replied, clenching your thighs together.

Agust narrowed his eyes at you, his mouth forming a straight line. Unamused. He takes one last drag of his cigarette before he puts it on one of the ashtrays on the long table.

He looks you up and down, gazee burning against your skin as his eyes rake over you, arms crossed against his chest.

“You know better than to insult my intelligence like that don’t you Y/N?” he asks, clearly not expecting an answer.

He grabs your chin and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him “ You think I couldn’t see you squirming? That I couldn't see you clench those thighs for all they’re worth?”

His eyes were intense, just like everything else about him was but you fought defiantly to maintain eye contact with him.

“ I did no such thing” you retorted, much to his displeasure. He scoffed.

“You’re such a brat you know that? Such a big fucking brat.” he said shaking his head. “Stand up.”

You don't move, much to his annoyance.

He takes a deep breath and brings his right hand down to your throat, not squeezing hard enough to hurt, but applying enough pressure to get your heart racing and to know how serious he was.

“I’ll say it again once. Stand. Up.”

You obey this time, looking up at him as you rise from your seat, hand still wrapped snugly around your neck.

He releases you once you’re completely upright on your feet and sits in your chair. He taps the space on the table in front of him and you take the hint and sit.

He runs his hands up and down the length of your thighs and your legs part almost on instinct. He gets a view of your underwear, the dark red in the centre from how wet you were and hisses.

“See why you shouldn’t lie to me, baby? Because no matter what you come up with in that pretty little head of yours, your body will always tell me the truth, hm?”

He hikes your pencil skirt up to your waist and pushes your thighs further apart and your body arches towards him on instinct. He brings his head down to kiss at the sensitive skin and you barely hold back a scream when he sinks his teeth into your soft flesh. He runs his tongue over the bite and you whine. He pulls away to look up at you

“What kind of behaviour is this hm? The big bad Y/N making such a mess on this table? Aren’t you a bit embarrassed to be reacting like this hm? Dripping all over me as if I didn’t fuck you senseless just yesterday.” he says bringing a hand to your core and pulling your underwear to the side.

You roll your hips forward and resist the urge to bring your hands to cover your face because he was right. He did fuck you senseless less than 24 hours ago, but Agust was more addictive than any combination of drugs he sold. He was toxic, mean…evil if you were to consider anything he did with your moral compass…but you needed him. He might have been cruel to everyone and everything else, but he was good, so, so good to your pussy.

He pushes a finger into you, the cool metal of his ring grazing against your walls. He adds another and your eyes roll back and your head falls back. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of you, your wetness making obscene noises as you clench around his digits. The pressure builds up in your pussy embarrassingly quickly and your orgasm is so close you can practically taste it. You roll your hips forward to meet every thrust of his fingers urging him to go faster. And of course, in the most Agsust fashion ever, he slows down.

He pulls his fingers out of you, your juices running down to his palm and he meets your eyes as he licks them both. The sight is obscene and incredibly hot and it sends you surging forward to put your lips on his.

The kiss is a desperate tangle of tongues and the occasional clashing of teeth. It's wet and messy and it makes every nerve ending in your body stand on edge. Your hand makes its way around his neck and you pull away from him.

“I need you to fuck me,” you say simply. Chest heaving against the silk of your blouse, three buttons somehow missing from the expensive top.

He glares up at you and rips your hand from his neck.

“I don't take fucking orders from you” he spits as he flips you over on the table, face down and ass towards him. “But I'll give it to you just this once, and only because I want to feel you cum on my dick”.

With that, he pulls your underwear down and pushes into you in one go, ripping a scream from your throat as your walls struggle to accommodate him. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust before he starts thrusting into you. His pace is rough and punishing and you can't help the moans that escape you.

“Youre so fucking tight every. Single. Time.” he groans, punctuating his sentence with his thrusts.

He grabs onto your braids, pulling your head back so he could push his tongue into your mouth. His hips start moving impossibly faster, and you can do nothing but moan brokenly against his lips.

He brings his hand down to your clit and rubs it, and your eyes blow wide open and you scream.

“Yoongi please.” you beg.

His hips stuttered in shock.

“What the fuck did you just call me?”

Your eyes widen as you realise what had slipped out of your mouth. Agust had told you his real name years ago but you had never used it. Sure you had practised the way it felt on your tongue in secret but you had never felt brave enough to say it.

“I’m s-sorry,” you say in between moans

“Don’t apologize- fuck it sounds so good when you say it.” he moans out, picking his pace up once more “ Say it again.” he demands “ tell me who this pussy belongs to baby”

“YOONGI!” you scream, tears streaming freely down your face “ It’s all yours Yoongi please”

“That’s right. Thats fucking right” Yoongi replies. “I can feel you clenching around me, do you want to cum baby?”

“Fuck yes, Yoongi please let me cum” you begged.

Yoongi gives you one last particularly hard thrust and your entire body convulses as your orgasm washes over you.

“That’s it, baby, cum for daddy.” he guides you as he slows his thrusts down to barely their pace as you come apart around him.

His orgasm follows yours almost immediately and he spills into you, sending a combination of your juices running down your legs.

He runs his hand along your back as you go limp against him, recovering from your high and places a gentle kiss on your forehead and he pulls your underwear back up.

🥢🥢🥢

As rough as Yoongi is with you whenever you have sex, his gentleness after the fact always negates it.

As bad as Yoongi was for you, he simply made you feel too good.

Deep down, you knew Yoongi loved you in his own twisted way, and you loved him too. But neither of you was willing to admit that out loud. Instead, what existed between you was an unspoken agreement of ownership. You were Yoongi’s just as much as he was yours.

Of course, you saw something more with Yoongi than just fucking him, and it would b unfair to say that was all your relationship was.

Maybe you would've brought it up if you weren't so enthralled by him. If you weren’t so distracted every time he touched you.

Yoongi was everything you did not tolerate, and yet you tolerated him so well.

Yoongi was nothing but death, sex and bad vibes.

Maybe you were insane.

Or maybe you were just dickmatized.

#agustd #yoongi smut #bts x black girl #bts x black reader #bts smut #agust d smut #this is my first post please be nice #haegum #HAEGEUM Yoongi #Spotify

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bearr02 · 7 months

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Safe and sound |Chapter Eight|

Pairing: Hybrid!ot7 x f!reader

Chapter warnings: angsty

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au

Word count: 1.1k

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

A/n: I would just like to say sorry for the ending in advance.

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“Is he doing okay?” You ask Dr. Martin when he steps out of the room. “Not really, Y/n.” He mumbles with a sigh, rubbing his eyes tiredly. It’s already been maybe 5 hours, considering the man would not go down without a fight, no matter how many times you assured him, and would only calm down a little when you reminded him of what you’re required to do. “He’s gonna have to go to an actual hospital, his gash is just—” Dr. Martin sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If you wanna come along, you can, just don’t leave your boys home alone too long, yeah?” Dr. Martin asks, smiling at you tiredly. You nod, “Yeah of course. Will you text or call me and tell me what hospital he’s at? I’m gonna run home to them really quick.” You say, following Dr. Martin through the building and to the lobby. “Yeah. Now go home to your boys.” Dr. Martin says with a genuine smile, waving at you.

—

“I’m home!” You call out, not bothering to take your shoes off as you walk further into your home. “You’re back!” Jungkook almost yells, crashing into you making you groan. “I take it you missed me?” You ask with a small laugh, wrapping your arms around him. Jungkook nods vigorously, wrapping his good arm around your waist and resting his head in your neck. “You’re back!” Hoseok says with a large smile, walking over to you and Jungkook, wrapping his arms around the two of you. “Yeah..” You say, removing an arm from Jungkook to wrap it around Hoseok, pulling him close.

“What do you guys want to eat?” You ask, combing your fingers through Jungkook’s hair. “I don’t mind.” Jungkook mumbles, dragging his cheek along your shoulder. “Hoseok?” You question, looking at him. “I’m good with whatever too, Y/n.” He says with a smile. You hum, patting Jungkook’s shoulder and Hoseok's back before trying to pull them off you. Jungkook huffs, pressing himself closer to you while Hoseok backs off slightly, pulling your hand with him and intertwining his with yours. “If you wanna eat you’re gonna have to let me go, bun.” You say with a small laugh, trying to pull him away again.

He whines but moves away anyway, a large pout on his lips as he stares at you. “Sorry.” You say with a smile, ruffling Jungkook’s hair making him whine. You move to the kitchen, pulling out the needed items before starting on dinner.

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“Y/n? Why aren’t you eating?” Hoseok asks, looking at you with furrowed brows. “I uh..I have to go back out.” You mumble, giving the boys an apologetic smile when they pout. “I’m sorry, this hybrid came in today and he just isn’t in good shape and he has to go to a hospital so I wanted to tag along to make sure he’d be okay.” You say, pursing your lips. “It’s okay.” Hoseok mumbles, his smile not quite reaching his eyes, “Work is work and you can’t avoid it.” He says, looking back to his food.

“When will you be back?” Jungkook asks, looking at you over Hoseok's shoulder with a large pout and—since when did he master puppy dog eyes?? “I’m not sure, bun. I won’t stay out too long, though. Promise.” You say, smiling at Jungkook, reaching over Hoseok to ruffle his hair. Jungkook nods, looking back to his food. “I’ll be back before you guys know it.” You mumble, standing up and making your way to the door. “Oh, and if you can, could you please feed the kitty?” You call over your shoulder, hearing a ‘yes’ from Hoseok in return.

And with that, you leave to head to the hospital.

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“Hi, I’m looking for room 336?” You mumble to the desk clerk, checking your messages to make sure you have the correct room. “Oh the hybrid.” You look up at her with a raised brow at her words to see her roll her eyes. “Yeah, you just go down the hall on the left, take a right at the second hall and there should be an elevator. Take it to the third floor, obviously, since it’s 336, then go down the right hall and you’ll turn right down the hall that has the numbers 324-344.” She says, waving you off before going back to her phone.

“Bitch.” You mumble under your breath, sliding your phone into your pocket before making your way down the hall on the left.

—

“Y/n!” Dr. Martin calls with a wave, Mr. Dubose standing beside him. “Hey.” You say with a smile, waving at the two of them. “How is he?” You ask, your smile now gone as you nervously nibble on your bottom lip. “They’re gonna stitch him up and check for any infections.” Dr. Martin says, slumping back in his chair. “We’re still waiting for them to come back and actually help him.” Dr. Martin mumbles, massaging his temple.

You sigh, sitting down on the chair beside him. “If they still haven’t taken him back by the time I leave, please let me know when they do.” You say, hearing a small conformational hum from Dr. Martin. “How are the boys?” Mr. Dubose asks, looking at you with a smile. “They’re happy. I’m happy, too. I know it’s only their first day at my house but I’m really happy that they’re there.” You say with a smile. “That’s good.” Mr. Dubose says with a nod, turning back to his phone. You should really get the boys phones.

You slump back in your chair, your eyes sliding shut as you wait for a doctor to come and take the man. Your eyes fly open when you hear a crash coming from the room in front of you. The hybrid’s room. You look at Mr. Dubose and Dr. Martin, both of their eyebrows furrowed in concern as they stare at the door. You jump up, pushing the door open to see what had happened.

You see the man on the floor, shuffling through the scattered items on the floor frantically. “Stay away!” He yells, looking back at you. “Are you okay?” You ask, taking a cautious step closer. His posture is rigid and he’s breathing harshly, glancing between you and the items in front of him. He pulls out a scalpel suddenly, pointing it at you. “Stay away!” He yells out again, plastering himself against a nearby wall. “Please just..put it down.” You plead, sticking your hands out in front of you.

“Please put the scalpel down.” Dr. Martin says from beside you. The man lurches forward a bit making you and Dr. Martin back up a few steps. “Let me go!” He yells, shakily standing up, still pointing the scalpel in your direction. God where are the fucking doctors? “Please..put it down.” You plead again, taking a hesitant step forward. “Just back off!” The man yells, launching at you. You crash to the floor, a gasp leaving you before everything goes black.

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A/n: ahaha..yeah..sorry

Series taglist:

@blancflms @dreamerwasfound @pettyandprettyy @watermelon2319 @yoongistangerine @danielle143 @canarystwin @catlove83 @joonie-tunes @staygirl1986

If you are highlighted in bold you could not be tagged so please dm me if you would still like to be on here! And please lmk if I missed anyone or if you would like to be added <3

#bts ot7 #hybrid #bts #namjoon #hoseok #jimin #jungkook #taehyung #yoongi #jin #bts x reader #safe and sound

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explicit-tae · 2 years

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Cruel Intentions (Part 2)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Mafia!Jungkook,

Warning: yandere themes, Jungkook being creepy lol, masturbation, little domestic dispute, manipulation, rough sex

Word Count: 11,083

Description: Jungkook is reaping what he sows at your disappearance and Jin tells Yoongi a secret that is driving him crazy keeping to himself.

Izumi was a beauty - yet all of the girls that worked under Bangtan's Brothel were. They were hand selected out of hundreds of women around the world. They were showered in nothing but luxury and held a superiority over other Brothel's. Being in the presence of one would cost any man millions of won - and that wasn't including anything sexual.

Izumi came from a small village in Japan, travelling as soon as she was of age. Her origin story in Bangtan was left unknown, all was known that she was considered a veteran - now assisting and caring for other girls in the Brothels, keeping a hefty eye out for each of them. This was the same reason Namjoon had decided to visit the woman. She knew the girls like the back of her hand and only she would choose someone for Jungkook to lay with - someone to get his mind away from you.

After your escape, Jungkook was a mess. His anger got the best of him - he ruined his home; smashing everything in sight. He wripped through your closet and destroyed everything he could find, not caring if it was his own money down the drain. When Namjoon visited him days later, the home was left in shambles. Jungkook was snappy - any man that talked out of line got a bullet to the shoulder. It was becoming so frequent that the 6 older men had to step in and demand that Jungkook stop. "We won't have any men if you keep shooting them!" Jin had scolded the younger - but even he was worried about his dongsaeng.

After Jungkook's anger came sadness - the man refused to eat. It was as if he was a shell of his former self. He restored your closet, telling his worried Hyungs that when he found you that you'd need your clothes, accessories and personal belongings. When someone visited in the early mornings, Jungkook was found in a guest room - admitting he couldn't sleep in his own room without you there. He was restless, hiring whoever to search for you day and night no matter the cost.

Jungkook knew you weren't a fool - you wouldn't be at your siblings home. Yet and still, he visited and they were just as shocked to see him and asked where you had been. You never told them about your escape and that was a step forward - the less people involved the better.

"Ah, what about Ari?" Izumi ponders to Namjoon. She points to the young woman who bows at them.

Namjoon shrugs his shoulders. "I trust your judgment." he says. He didn't feel the need to hand pick a woman for Jungkook himself. "Can she be ready within the next ten minutes? We will have a meeting soon."

Izumi nods hastily. She bows at Namjoon before turning away to get Ari ready, her eyes shining with determination.

Luckily Ari had already showered, so all that was left was for her to be dressed and look presentable. Nearly all of the women in the Brothel dreamt of being picked by one of the 7 men that brought about Bangtan. Very few had caught the eye of them, but no hope was lost. "Maybe you could be like Momoka and Hee-sun." Izumi encourages, a small smile on her lips as she does Ari's hair into a low bun. "Remember, only speak when spoken to after introducing yourself."

Ari nods, her nerves getting to her. She has rarely been in the presence of the 7 bosses, only meeting them briefly. However, after hearing many stories and witnessing Momoka and Hee-sun being courted by one, her mind could only imagine what it was like. Momoka and Hee-sun both had power and wealth without having to work in the brothel. They were catered to regardless of their past and now lived the life of luxury.

"Okay." Izumi leans back to examine Ari before nodding. "Alright. You know where the meeting area is, correct?" The meeting possibly consisted of expanding the Brothel oversee's to bring in more wealth - any meetings held inside the Brothel only contained Brothel type deals.

Ari makes her way towards the meeting area - just a large room where powerful men stood and conversed. The 7 bosses were the young ones, everyone else would be old and beyond their years, but money was money. Only a few women got the chance to wander around inside and that was purely to show off the merchandise and what Bangtan had to offer in the sex world.

Namjoon nods his head to Ari as she enters. His eyes scan the way she saunters towards Jungkook who has a large wine glass in hand and appears as though he would rather be anywhere else but here.

Ari's strunt was seductive, she was a natural after all that worked under Izumi. She stops in front of Jungkook who glares at her, his eyebrow furrowing at her. Ari places her hand along Jungkook's chest and bows - a clear indication of what she has come to do. It was a formal way of stating that she was more than willing to be with him - in any way he'd like. Namjoon smiles, surely Jungkook could get his mind off of you and relax a bit.

Jungkook's eyes glance down at the manicured nails on his chest before glancing up at the woman who it belonged to. He recalled her face - pretty, sure. She had a nice figure and breast he would stare at if he was the man of his past. However, he wasn't and the act did nothing to him but infuriated him. "What the fuck are you doing?" Jungkook hisses at her. His hand comes to slap hers off of his chest harshly. The sound of the slap sounds across the room.

"J-Jungook-ssi, I-" Ari is panicking. This is what she was coached to do - what she was accustomed to doing. Her eyes were wide and she was sure she'd be crying soon out of embarrasment and fear.

"Get the fuck away from me!" Jungkook roars. He doesn't intend to push the girl, but he does. She fumbles onto the floor, tears already falling down her cheeks. "You whores have no respect for married men!"

Namjoon is already on the ground to help Ari up, his eyes glaring holes into Jungkook. "Kook-ah." his voice is deep with warning. "What are you doing?"

Jungkook slams the wine glass down on the nearest table and gives the same glare back to Namjoon. "I want her gone." he hisses, a snarl on his lips. Eyes were on them, chattering and hushed whispers surrounding them. "She has no respect for me or my marriage."

Jimin releases a sigh. He takes a sip from his wine - more like a gulp - before he makes his way to his brothers. "Ari-ah." Jimin helps her up, patting her shoulders. "How about we clean you up, yes?"

Ari nods, her cheeks swollen from the crying.

"I said get that whore out of here!" Jungkook hisses, stepping closer to Ari and Jimin. The poor girl cowers behind Jimin, afraid of what would happen to her if she as much as peaked towards the fuming man's way.

"She's just doing her job, Kookie." Jimin frowns.

"Don't call me that here. I'm not a fucking child." Jungkook appeared like a mad man, his voice deep and eyes glaring holes through Jimin and Ari.

"Then stop acting like it." Namjoon retorts. "We aren't getting rid of her for doing her job. It was a misunderstanding. We have a job to do."

Never would have Namjoon though Jungkook would react in the way he did. Jungkook was a kind soul - even in their business. Something changed in him when you left - and he didn't like the man Jungkook has become.

Jungkook scoffs. He turns and makes his exit, having no desire to be a part of any meeting or job at the moment. Around 20 minutes later when he enters his home, he is livid. All the way home he has smelt the sickening fruity scent of the whore on him. It was driving him insane how a simple touch could allow a scent to linger. He removes his clothes, throws them aside roughly and enters the shower. The water was burning his skin, but he couldn't care now.

Jungkook felt dirty - the fact that another woman even had it in her mind to touch him when he was a married man - he even still wore the wedding band around his finger! It made his stomach churned in knowing that a woman would even consider that he wanted anyone else that wasn't the woman he married.

He grabs the bodywash - the vanilla scent that you favored - and rubs it against his own body. He had to get rid of the fruity scent and your bodywash made him feel closer to you while you were gone. Since your departure, he hasn't touched much of his own personal items. He bathed in your scent, for about a half an hour he could pretend you were there with him. He lotions his skin with your favorite beauty items, the familiar smell of you calming his nerves. Hell, he even doses your perfume instead of his own cologne.

Jungkook remains in the shower for over 45 minutes. He was done bathing himself by now, but it was the aroma that kept him inside. He washed his hair with your shampoo, scrubbing it roughly into his scalp - he did whatever he could to get rid of the fruit-like disgusting smell. He uses the conditioner and rakes it into his hair much like you did to yours - it was always soft at the touch, even if you didn't like it when he touched it. The bathroom in whole smelt like you were occupying it - and he loved it.

When he was satisfied that he didn't smell like anyone else but you, he left the bathroom. He didn't occupy his bedroom often and he hadn't slept in his bed since you left. Today was the first day he sat down on your side. On the nightstand laid your lotion bottle - left untouched since you last used it months ago. He brings his face down to your pillow, inhaling the faint scent of you.

Jungkook shudders. His mind swirls - he missed you, it was evident. He missed your touch, the softness of your body. He missed the sweetness of your voice - even if the words that came from them were anything but sweet. Your presence was still in the room even if you were not. He feels the towel around his waist feel tight as his mind continues to think of you.

Jungkook was nothing but a man, so it didn't take long for his cock to harden. He wasn't ashamed to say he touches himself often at the thought of you - not at all. It was normal for a man to crave for his wife, especially if the man's wife was as sensuous as you.

Jungkook snatches the lotion bottle from the nightstand. He pumps enough in his hands and brings it to his nose. He inhales the scent, another shudder vibrates through him and a moan releases itself deep from his throat. His free hand unwraps the towel from his waist and soon he has wrapped the lotion-filled hand around his cock, eyes snapped shut at the thought of you.

Jungkook's groan filled his bedroom. He pumps himself with earnestness - the need to release the tension within himself was high. The smell of you surrounded him and invading all of his senses - the bodywash, to the shampoo down to the lotion he pumped himself with. It was as if you never left him at all - almost; all he needed was your warmth and presence.

As his hands pump aggressively at his cock, his throat releases throaty moans and whimpers, a few of them being calls of your name. He couldn't help himself, his mind occupies you entirely. The flashbacks of you beneath him, wrapped around him, on top of him.

"Fuck," Jungkook winces, the tightness in his grip only becoming tighter when he felt himself about to cum. He licks his lips, head flung back. His hips jut forward just as he cums on himself.

"Jungkook-ah!"

Jungkook groans. His breathing was heavy and the last thing he needed was to be distrubed. He quickly cleans himself and goes to get dressed. By the sound of it, his home was being invaded by his brothers.

Just as he was applying your perfume - the heavenly scent that reminds him of you - he hears banging against his door. Jungkook sighs, going to open his bedroom door. Behind it is a fuming Namjoon. "We need to talk."

"You came all this way to scold me?" Jungkook retorts. He follows behind Namjoon as he stalks down the set of stairs to the meeting room. He releases a grunt when he witnesses all of his brothers, each set of their eyes on his upon arrival. "What do I owe the pleasure?"

Jungkook is ready to hear it all - he's been hearing their words for months now. They were always the same; claiming that he needed to get over you, that he had to move on and live in reality that you weren't coming back. But he refused, especially when he knew you'd come back to him.

"You need to get over this obession."

Jungkook rolls his eyes. Same shit, different day.

"It's not healthy." Jimin nods in agreement.

That one was new.

"You're going to end up killing yourself over this."

So was that one.

"What you did today was uncalled for." Namjoon's words make his ears perk up. "I got Ari to come-"

"You had that whore come put her hands on me?" Jungkook snaps, his eyes darting to Namjoon. "I don't want another woman, hyung, I told you this."

Namjoon's jaw clenched.

"Jungkook," Jin sighs. He massages his temples before continuing. "I think you need a break from...this." Jin waves his hands around. "From here. Why don't you visit Busan?"

"I have no business in Busan." Jungkook shrugs. "I have a shipment coming in soon, anyways."

"Why not take a break from work?" Taehyung suggests. "We can handle-"

"No." Jungkook's words were final. "I don't recall asking for your help."

"You either need to take a break or get over this little obsession. Y/N isn't coming back." Namjoon huffs. He was growing irritated by the second. He loved Jungkook like a brother - but to witness Jungkook work nonstop and come home every night and wait for you was unsettling.

"Shut up." Jungkook growled. "Shut the fuck up, Hyung!"

Yoongi raises his hand to Jungkook. "Calm down." he warns. "He doesn't mean it in a harmful way."

"I don't care!" Jungkook barks.

"You need to wake up and live in reality, Jungkook-ah. It's been months of her being gone and she left with no trace. She doesn't even have a phone on her and she carved the tracker out of her!" Namjoon's patience was running thin.

Jin steps between Namjoon and Jungkook, both men appear to be getting closer and closer to one another. "Stop." Jin says to Namjoon, a stern look in his eyes.

"Are we going to keep babying him?" Namjoon questions. He raises a brow with a clenched jaw. "He's a grown man now and has to make a grown man decision without being patted on his back each time he has a temper tantrum."

Jungkook widen his eyes. He tries to push past Jin but fails. "Fuck you, Hyung. You don't remember how you acted when your bitch was released from that leash you had her on?!"

"Stop it!" Jin belows. The situation with Namjoon and his own wife was a sensitive subject, and Namjoon doesn't take disrespect lightly.

"You nearly killed yourself over Noona!" Jungkook continues. "And I would have never told you to get over her like they had." Jungkook waves his hands around to the rest of the men surrounding him, all quiet with widened eyes. "Not even when she revealed her true intentions!"

Namjoon stiffens - the story of his wife a good 9 years ago never goes unnoticed, yet it's a story in Bangtan that everyone chooses to forget.

Until now.

"I never went against you," Jungkook points to Taehyung. "when you gaslight your own fucking wife into loving you."

"Kook-ah-" Jungkook turns away from Jin. Jungkook was hiting low now. He doesn't want to hear what they have to say - he no longer cares.

"I have to work. Dong-hyun has a big shipment coming and I don't need him fucking it up again." he begins to walk out of the meeting room, his eyes on the floor. "I'm sure you know how to see yourselves out."

You stir awake, your body cramped onto the corner of the bed. The memories of the night prior came flooding in and you understood why your body was aching. You jolt up, your head thrashing side to side to look for the man who held you here to find that he was nowhere in sight. You let out a sigh of relief, at least you could be alone for a bit. You hug your knees to your chest, there had to be a way for you to get out of this. Jungkook didn't need his money back when he was swimming in it. And conversing calmly with him was a ticking time bomb - he was speaking of marriage and children and you didn't even know the basic when it came to him.

Your ears pick up the sound of a door handle rustling. It comes from the bathroom and soon you're face to face with Jungkook once more, this time his hair is wet and he sports nothing but a towel around his waist. You realized that the man that was Jeon Jungkook had tattoos stained into his body. "You're finally up. You must've been tired." Jungkook gives you a smile, coming closer to your side.

Your cheeks flush and you push yourself away from him. Jungkook frowns, confused by your sudden behavior. "What's wrong?" he questions. "Is it because I'm naked? You'll have to get used to this if we're going to have children."

Your eyes widen at his words. "You said one child." you had no intentions of even giving him a child to begin with, but what changed from yesterday to now?

Jungkook shrugs. "Child. Children. Does it matter how many kids we have?" Jungkook leans back and points towards the bathroom. "Get ready. I have some clothes for you to wear. But we still need to go shopping."

"There's no need to go shopping. I have clothes-"

Jungkook raises a hand to silence you - and it works. You close your mouth with an annoyed twitch. "Those clothes are from the past now. Besides," Jungkook looks away. "cleaners are still trying to get the blood off the carpet."

You gulp. How could you forget the bloody scene that happened before you. Maybe it wasn't a good idea returning there after all, but eventually you'd need to if you don't manage to escape in time - surely your landlord wouldn't like not receiving your rent money. You had many memories that you needed in the home, far too many pictures of your family you weren't willing to leave behind.

You remained silent as you entered the bathroom, the fog from Jungkook's shower still high in the air. You feel his presence behind you but don't say anything - his own closet was located inside the large bathroom. When he dips behind the door of his closet, you step out of your clothes and jump inside the shower, closing the door behind you. You're glad the glass isn't clear and he wouldn't be able to see you.

"I think you should get this." Jungkook holds up a dress - a black velvet sweetheart dress that would stop mid thigh. "I have a suit this material. We could match!"

Jungkook's excitement was like one of a child - overjoyed with the little things. It makes you smile, but you realize you shouldn't be smiling at a man that is holding you hostage and using gifts and luxuires as a reward.

Jungkook ends up buying everything you compliment, having you hold nothing and instead snaps at his men to grab all of the bags. The amount of items bought was taken in several cars - none of them in the one you and Jungkook drove in.

"Are we going back to your house?" you question. Jungkook dressed you in heels and you wanted nothing more than to get out of it.

"You mean our house?" Jungkook grips the stirring wheel and glances your way. "You live there, as well."

Right.

"And no, we have to meet Hyung for lunch." Jungkook murmurs. "Remember? You wanted to see our niece?"

You're taken aback because - no, you didn't want to meet anyone related to him. He had stated that seeing a baby would make you want to have one, but in no way, shape, or form did you have the actual desire in meeting his family members. They had to be just as demented as him - possibly worse.

You don't speak with him any longer, opting to remain silent. Low music plays on the radio and Jungkook is humming and tapping against the stirring wheel. You witness many houses pass by along the way - the houses seem to stretch the deeper it gets, a wide gap between each one. You grasp that as deeper as you went into the tree filled space, that the houses were replaced with nothing but large trees.

"Ah, we're here." Jungkook drives into a long driveway, slowing down as he reaches the large estate.

Your eyes trail around you. On the far left side of the home you noticed a small gazebo with a statue inside, but you couldn't bring yourself to understand what it was. The home itself - a large, victorian style brick mansion with an array of windows . You counted over 30, and that was only your view. The mansion itself seemed eary - how could one family stay in something so large?

As Jungkook gets out of the car and races around to open your door, the double-door of the home opens and a man steps out. His resemblance is uncanny to Jungkook's, slightly older than him, of course. Behind him is a woman, eyes low and a tired look wrinkled into her face. She's holding a baby - no older than 1 - in her arms that babbles.

"Jungkook." his brother says, a tight smile on his lips. "Is this your fiance?"

You gulp, looking everywhere but his eyes.

"Hyung, yes!" Jungkook's arms slowly wrap around you. "This is Y/N."

Jungkook's brother bows his head slightly. "Jung-hyun." he says to you. "Jagiya," his head turns to the woman whose eyes snaps upwards and soon she's smiling - a robotic smile. "come meet Y/N."

You watch as she saunters over, her smile never faltering as she reaches you. She bows and introduces herself. Eun-young was her name, and you were also introduced to the small child in her arms, Eun-Ji - who disappoints you by how cute she is, because you didn't want Jungkook to think you desired to bring his child into this world.

You return a smile, it was small and not entirely welcoming, but neither mother nor child minded. You follow with Jungkook's arms around you inside the large home. The mansion was larger inside and you couldn't help but marvel at the appearance. The large entrance hall doesn't show much, on each side lies 2 doors - one you realize reaches a staircase behind and the other you're unsure. Ahead of you is a corridor to a dining room, a large mirror staring back at you from inside.

"Lunch is already set. The chef made your favorite." Jung-hyun nods over to the table where Jungkook is tugging you down. You sit and release a sigh. Jungkook doesn't waste time digging in, the Japchae on the table having no chance against him.

Jungkook and Jung-hyun speak fondly to one another, their conversation going from different topics. It started with the business, Jungkook stating his territories were going great and Jung-hyun complimenting his accomplishments. You sat quietly, not having a desire to listen as much as you could have and only ate the Samgyeopasai in front of you.

Your eyes glance at the woman, Eun-young. She is quietly eating with her eyes low once more, her child in her arms sucking on a piece of meat because she barely has any teeth to bite. You question if she was once in your shoes, forced to stay and marry a man she's barely known. The lack of eye contact and how quiet she is, even around her husband, was frightening.

Your eyes blink when you see Jungkook's hand reach towards Eun-young. The small child wraps her chubby hands around his tattoo finger and grips it. Jungkook laughs, his smile wide. "Can we hold her, noona?" asks Jungkook to Eun-young who nods quickly. Jungkook grabs the baby in his arms, holding her close. "She's so big already. It was just yesterday when noona's water broke."

Jung-hyun snickers. He takes a sip of his drink and shakes his head. "You called me over 100 times crying."

"I thought the baby was going to come right then and there!" Jungkook eyes were wide. He bounces the baby in his lap as he speaks to his brother. "I was so scared thinking I had to deliver a baby in the kitchen."

Eun-Ji reaches out for you, her chubby hands - tightly grasping a piece of pork belly - touches your elbow. She has her eyes on you, possibly wondering just who you were sitting so closely (unwillingly) next to her uncle. Jungkook sees this as an opportunity to place her in your arms. This was his plan all along, to get you to hold the baby in hopes it would make you become an incubator for him.

Eun-Ji leans against you as you hold her awkwardly. You wished her parents would grab her. You loved babies, sure. You had a handful of nieces and nephews - but you couldn't allow yourself to show how cute you thought the small person was when Jungkook was watching so intently.

"We're thinking of having a baby." Jungkook tells his brother, his eyes burning holes into your temples. "After we're married, of course."

Eun-young eyes turn to yours. You couldn't read them, but they weren't shining with satisfaction at Jungkook's words.

"Right, baby?" Jungkook's hands grip your thigh beneath the table. His eyes stare into yours.

You nod your head slowly. You gulped, deciding to rock the baby in your arms, taking the pork belly from her hand as you do so. You feel sick, but hold back the urge to vomit. You didn't want to have a child and be tied to him forever.

"I think she's tired." Eun-young murmurs. She stands up from the chair, your eyes follow her. "Would you like to come with me and put her to sleep?"

You nod hastily. Anything was better than sitting at the table with Jungkook and Jung-hyuns eyes upon you. You follow out with Eun-young. She turns a few corners and you end up in a nursery, the walls pink and many designs painted across it. She closes the door behind you. "How long have you been with him?" she suddenly asks.

"I...um, not long." you cough. "Only a day."

Eun-young hums. "He's already trying to get you pregnant." she murmurs. She takes her daughter from your arms and gently rocks her side to side. "You know what he does for a living?"

You nod.

"Is he forcing you to stay?" Eun-young whispers lowly, so low that it was barely audible.

Slowly, you nod your head and you watch her eyes lower to the ground. She hums softly to Eun-young and the only thing you could do was stand and wait for her to respond. Her sudden interest in you was new - she barely spoke words at lunch and didn't make eye contact.

"There's a bathroom down the hall." Eun-young says. She lays her daughter down in the basinette, her back facing you. "I don't know how fast you can run, but hopefully fast enough before Jungkook comes looking for you. Hopefully by then you'll be long gone."

You remain still, your ears registering her words. She was helping you - attempting to, at least - by allowing you to escape without being noticed. Your heart flutters and your mind swirls. "I..."

"Don't thank me yet. I'm not sure if you'll make it out of here without him noticing. But it's worth a try." Eun-young's voice was low as if someone could be listening.

"Y/N was pregnant." Jin sighs.

Yoongi's finger stops typing on his phone - he was in the middle of a virtual meeting with an overseas business when Jin spoke to him. His head turns to the older man and his eyes tell it all. "How...do you know?"

"The day she left I found the pregnancy test in their bathroom. Jungkook was too busy with his rampage that he didn't notice it." Jin's words were low as if he was telling the biggest secret in the world. He was, of course, but Jin was never one to keep secrets. "I threw it away."

Yoongi releases a throaty sigh. He turns his phone off and it drops on his lap before him. He messages his temples - obviously this secret was eating Jin up to his core. What Yongi didn't understand was why he was telling him now, when Jungkook was an obvious mess over you.

"Jin-hyung..." Yoongi shakes his head.

"I know." Jin murmurs. "I thought we could find her within a few days. Weeks maybe but..." Jin gulps. His decision to hide the pregnancy from Jungkook appeared to be the best. His Jungkook knew you escaped while pregnant, the man would've drove himself even more mad than he already was. The thought of you being hurt would've played through his mind until he found you.

"What if we don't find her?" Yoongi's words frightened him. "How are we going to tell him that he was almost a father, hyung? That he lost two people he loved?"

Jin couldn't tell Jungkook now, not after the incident with Ari. His love for you was deep, possessive even. He himself wasn't sure if you were alive out there or if the child was. If his calculations were correct, you'd be about to give birth soon if you decided to keep the child. You had no cell-phone to track, your name hasn't been placed in any system and with a social security check, you hadn't used your legal name anywhere. It was as if you simply vanished - and for his donsaeng sake, he wished you weren't deceased.

"We have to find herm Yoongi-ah." Jin rummages through his suit jacket pocket and releases his phone. "We need to bring extra reinforcements. We need to be searching all around the country."

Yoongi nods. He knew Jin was going through his stages of guilt, but he wouldn't judge him. He wouldn't know what to do if he was in Jungkook's situation, especially in knowing you were pregnant. He didn't enjoy seeing his donsaeng in a constant state of distress.

"Am I the only one you told?" Yoongi ponders.

Jin nods. "I had to tell someone." he says, phone to his ear. "Akio." Jin says into the phone, his words switching to Japanese as he speaks to the man over the phone. If he was going to attempt to find you he had to bring in reinforcement overseas. Akio speculiazes in finding a trace of anyone - dead or alive. In this case, he prayed that you and the baby would be alive.

Eun-Young was correct about the window. The large bathroom had a large window that overlooked the scenery of the trees outside. In any instance you would be amazed at the beauty, however today was not one of them. You were given a chance to escape Jungkook and even if your mind was telling you to turn back - you didn't. The window unlocks with a low click and gently, you push it open. You take a deep breath - it didn't open wide, but it was enough for you to squeeze through.

"Y/N?"

You curse beneath your breath at the sound of your name on the other side of the door. Your heart is hammering in your chest.

"Y-Yes?" you call back.

"Just checking on you." Jungkook replies. "Eun-Ji is asleep already, huh?"

You slowly inch towards the window. You put a leg through before responding. "Yes. She was quite tired."

Jungkook chuckles through the other side. "I know. Isn't she cute? I can't wait until we have one just like her."

Your other leg is through the window and you don't bother responding. You could hear his voice say a few more words, but by then you had already jumped completely out the window. You fall a few feet but the fall doesn't catch you off guard. What does, however, is your wide eyes coming face first to Jung-hyun. He's standing inside his home, once staring out his sitting room area and staring at the same trees you were.

You watch in horror as he screams inaudibly from inside the mansion to who you assume was his brother. You turn and make a run for it, running as fast as your legs could to the trees. Your adrenaline was pumping - you cannot recall the last time you ran anywhere this fast. Yet again, your life never depended on it before. You aren't aware how far you've gotten, but you do hear screaming from behind you coming from Jungkook. He's screaming for you to come back now, and if you do that he wouldn't be upset.

You contemplated if you should turn back. You didn't know where you were at or how far you could manage within these trees. There wasn't another home for miles and even so, how could you explain your situation to them? You couldn't comprehend how deep you were in - every tree you witness appeared the same. The deeper you ran the darker it appeared to be.

Your body was exhausted; you could feel yourself slowing down. Your ears could hear Jungkook running - coming closer and closer. His screams seemed just as close - just as angry.

You were speed walking now, your breathing heavy. You tripped over a few branches and rocks, but you refused to be that dumb woman who fell and remained there while being chased.

"Y/N!" Jungkook's voice roared from close behind you. How did he manage to get to you as fast as he did? You could have sworn you had a head start. His footsteps are getting closer, so close that you attempt to run again, but couldn't go faster than a jog. "You aren't going to get far." his voice is closer now.

"No." you heave. Your mind was pleading you to not look back in fear he would be directly behind you. "Please..."

You feel his presence behind you before he's there. You feel his touch wrap around the neck tightly before you're being yanked back. You scream a loud bloodcurling scream, pleading for someone to help you.

Jungkook is livid. His tattooed hand is around your throat. He yanks you to him, nails digging into your skin. Your body shuts down, exhausting kicking in at your failed attempt at escape. "I told you that you wouldn't get far, baby." Jungkook's voice appeared strangely calm. It frightened you.

The only thing you could do was scream and cry while attempting to pry his hands away from you.

Jungkook releases a laugh, mocking you. He pushes you to the ground, the dirt surly staining your clothes. Jungkook kneels down before you and releases the same scream as you, maybe even louder. Your eyes widen with tears at the sudden outburst. You are silent and stiff, staring as he releases a few more screams. "Somebody help!" Jungkook shrieks out before laughing. "Don't you get it, baby? No one's here but us."

Your heart is pounding in your chest. You never been in the prescene of a man that appeared as demented as Jungkook did now. If looks could kill you would surely be dead.

"I thought we were getting off onto a good start, Y/N." Jungkook shakes his head. His hand reaches out to touch your cheek, wiping away the tears. You're far too afraid to move away from him. "It hasn't even been a week and you've already disobeyed me. You embarrassed me in front of my hyung. How did you think you were going to find your way out of here, hm?"

You sniffle.

"What if you got mauled by a bear? Don't you think?" Jungkook licks his tongue in disappointment. He leans closer to you, his hand wrapping around your neck in a swift movement. You yelp at the tightness of his grip. What disgust you is him jerking you closer to him and his tongue poking out to lick the tears from your cheek.

"Get up." Jungkook demands. He doesn't wait for a response - or for you to follow his orders. The hand that once tightly grips your neck now finds them in your hair. He snatches you up onto your feet and all you could do was cry out. "I don't like handling you like this, Y/N." Jungkook murmurs as he drags you back to the path of his brother's home. "But you leave me no choice at all. I've been good to you and all you could do is try to run away?"

"Kidnapping someone isn't being good for them." you retort.

Jungkook's hand yanks your hair back again. You hiss, biting your lip. "You came to me on your own free will. I didn't kidnap you."

"And I'm trying to leave on my own free will."

Jungkook ignores you the entire walk back. Upon your arrival you see Jung-hyun with his arms crossed and behind him Eun-young, her eyes low once more and hands behind her back. You gulp.

"Thanks fo lunch, Hyung. Noona." Jungkook nods. He goes towards his car door, opening it and shoving you inside. The release of your hair makes you sigh in relief - but that doesn't mean you weren't going to act it. Your hand swings towards Jungkook when he turns away, a loud slap echoing across the drive-way.

Jung-hyun gasps with wide eyes and Eun-young takes a step back.

"Hyung. I'll be seeing you another time." Jungkook murmurs, slamming your door shut. He stalks around to the driver side, swinging the door open and coming inside. His glare is terrifying, but your anger is stupidly blinding you to feel afraid. "You have a lot of nerves today." he chuckles darkly.

You suck your teeth and turn away. You witness as Eun-young and Jung-hyun walk back into their home.

Another yank of your hair has you hissing again, startled at the sudden action. Your eyes meet Jungkook's dark ones and before he could speak, you spit at him. You were afraid - yes, but the fight in you made your adrenaline pump.

But just as yours was pumping, so was Jungkook's. Your disrespect made his blood boil - but for an insane, odd reason, it also made his cock twitch. He hadn't had this much excitement in a while. His free hand wipes the spit away and he roughly brings his lips to yours.

You squirm against his lips and begin to mewl. You push against his chest and finally, he releases his lips from yours. He shoves you away gently and turns towards the car. He turns it on with a press of the button. "I hope you don't think your little stunt is going to be left off the hook, baby. I'm just going to have to show you who you belong to."

You gently massage your stomach with the homemead lotion Byeol made for you - she swears by it, stating that it would prevent you from having stretch marks. You don't care, really, if you do or don't. Your stomach has expanded and is already as round as can be. You worry more about your son being healthy than anything - and by the way he kicks you every night, you'd say he was healthy.

But, nonetheless, the lotion was soothing and you did massage it after every shower.

"Y/N-ah!" Soobin's voice carries throughout the house upon his arrival. You could hear his footsteps beating against the hardwood floor until he reaches your room.

"Soobin." you smile at him.

He returns the smile. A small bag in his hands when he comes closer to you. "Look what I have." he sing-songs. He opens the bag and throws it on the floor in excitement. "It's a baby swaddle!"

"It is." you laugh. The swaddle was a royal blue and fluffy. As he brings it up to your view, you coo at the small size of it.

"It has bunny ears, too." Soobin's eyes gleam with excitement at his newfound discovery. "I went to the city to a baby shop and the women there said you'd need swaddles. It's for self-soothing."

He hands you the swaddle, the bunny ears of it makes you smile almost bitterly of a certain man, but you refuse to show it around Soobin. He appears so bright and excited, illuminating brightness.

"Thank you." your words are low and your heart is full. Soobin was always good to you, even upon your arrival in his home. You're grateful that you managed to put in the hands of Soobin and Byeol.

Soobin nods. "There's no need to thank me, Y/N." he responds shyly. He neatly folds the swaddle and places it upon the baby dresser.

A knock sounds gently on the door and Byeol enters.

"Eomma." Soobin nods. He hadn't greeted her at his hastily arrival.

Byeol nods back. Her eyes turn to you and she smiles. "I'm sure he's going to be a big baby."

You nod in agreement. You had frequent check-ups with Soobin's friend. It was a hassle to get the correct equipment inside the home, but Soobin was determined to each time.

"He's 9 pounds already!" Soobin murmurs to his mother. Byeol had been napping when her last checkup occurred. "Said he could come now if he wanted since he's at a good weight."

"Hopefully he waits until it's time." You chuckle. Your nerves were eating you alive. You thought of the act of giving birth and it scared you. You were present during your sister's, Ye-Rim's, pregnancy and you were only a teenager. She did a natuarl birth a month early and her screams still haunt you.

"Are you sure we can do a home birth?" Soobin had his faults in the situation. He never witnessed a birth before, of course, and he was paranoid that something would go wrong with you and the baby. "I'm sure we'll be safe in a hospital..."

"It's whatever she prefers." Byeol shrugs her shoulders. She could safely deliver a child - she has before. She knows little of your situation but knows well enough that you prefer to stay away from big cities and crowded areas. "I have prepared the guest room for you to comfortably give birth."

You nod, your hand rubbing circles against your stomach.

The men in black suits don't bat an eye at Jungkook and your arrival to his estate. You made a fool of yourself surely, kicking and screaming in his arms. But Jungkook doesn't budge and only drags you inside and up the stairs to his bedroom. He slams the door open and shoves you inside before closing it behind him. You manage to catch yourself from falling, your eyes glaring up at him.

"You've gotten bold, baby." Jungkook unbuttons his shirt, his eyes glaring right back at you. "Running away. Putting your hands on me. Spitting on me? Tsk." Jungkook removes his buttoned shirt, a black wife-beater tucked underneath him.

Your eyes linger on his arms, the tattoo littering it amazes you. You've never seen much tattoos on someone's skin before. Sehun had a large back tattoo, but he rarely showed it. You always wanted a tattoo, but chickened out when it was time to get one.

"You admiring me won't get you off of punishment, baby." Jungkook teases.

You frown and cross your arms. "I'm not a child for you to be punishing me." you snort.

"You act like one, Y/N. Tell me, why did you run? Didn't we have an agreement?" Jungkook questions, his eyes scanning your face. He steps closer to you and you take a step back. You keep up with this until your calves hit the corner of his bed. "Are you not happy here? You didn't even give it a chance."

You take a deep breath, fists clenching. "You didn't give me a choice but to stay with you." you respond.

"You came with me willingly, my love." Jungkook shrugs. The term of endearment annoyed you.

"You bought me." you deadpan. "My virginity. Not my love or my hand in marriage, Jungkook. This is insane!" you hiss, your arms thrashing around angrily. "You can have any woman you want. You're hot - but I'm not the one who wants you."

"You think I'm hot?" Jungkook cajoled, his eyes brightened. It was as if his mind chose to ignore all your other words and only focused on the compliment of his appearance. "That's a start, my love. You could soon come to love me and what I have to offer you."

You feel Jungkook's hands, warm and surprisingly soft for a man, touch both of your cheeks. His eyes stare down into yours, a low smile on his lips. His thumbs rub against your cheeks calmly. You hate to admit that the act was soothing - as if he was intending to calm you down without saying a word to you.

"We can see the world, baby." Jungkook's voice lowered. "We can get married in Kefalonia. Have you ever been to Greece? My hyungs all married in different countries and had beautiful weddings." Jungkook's face lowers to yours. "Ours is going to be the best, of course." he whispers.

You are unsure how you managed to snatch your eyes away from him, but you do. You snatch your head away from his hands, a frown evident on your lips. "I don't want to marry you." you hiss out as angrily as you could. You wished he would catch onto the fact that you didn't want to be forced into marriage with him - no matter how beautiful he promised the wedding would be. As a child, you imagined your wedding would be a moment between you and your loved ones - not a random man who bought your virginity and refused to let you go.

Jungkook leans back. His tongue pokes his cheeks and he's offended by your words. He hums, lowering his head. "That's fine. You will come to love me as much as I love you in due time."

"You don't fucking love me!" you screech. "You're obsessed-"

Jungkook was quick to silence you. His index, middle and thumb roughly grasps your chin. He yanks you closer to him and he kisses you. You are stunned, far too much to react. It was a brief peck upon your lips before he releases you and strolls out the door, slamming it shut.

You don't see Jungkook for the rest of the night. You manage to shower and then go to sleep without dinner. When you wake the following morning, you're glad to see that he doesn't return to the bedroom. You took your time away from him to go search through the closet. While Jungkook and you were out for lunch yesterday, the men had displayed your clothing, shoes and accessories inside the large closet. Your hands touch the fabric, the expensive feeling beneath your fingertips made excitement run through you.

You tried on the dresses and heels he bought, twirling in the mirror to see how it'd all looked on you. You changed many times, from dresses to skirts, dress pants and rompers. From the designer heels, sandals shoes and boots to the variety of purses and hand bags. It wasn't bad to try on the clothes gifted to you - that didn't mean you had a desire to keep them all if it meant you had to marry himn. But as of now, you relished in the large closet.

You are startled at a loud knock. You're wearing a chanel shirt, with a pair of (overpriced for a person like you) fendi pants and two different pairs of shoes when you open the door. You appeared foolish, of course, but you were expecting to see Jungkook - not one of the men in black with a rolling tray. You gulp. "Hello?"

The man bows. He rolls the tray inside the room, an array of food and drinks on it. "Jubu, I'm here to bring your breakfast." the man states. "My name is Jae-beom and I'm assigned as your care-taker."

The man is young, possibly younger than Jungkook and you. You're taken aback by his words. "I'm no housewife." you retort at him, rolling your eyes. "Where's Jungkook?"

"Jeon-ssi is away on business." Jae-beom responds. "I will be in your assistance until he returns. Would you like to go anywhere after breakfast, Jubu?"

Jae-beom was cute, you admit, in a little brother way. He was respectful and by the way he calls Jungkook, respectful to his boss.

"You can take me home." you suggested.

"I don't understand? You are home." Jae-beom frowns.

"Ugh." you turn away from him and look over the breakfast. You see trays of eggs, panjeon and a few meats. Your stomach grumbles at the sight, you not eating dinner the night prior seeming a mistake. "Where am I allowed to go?" you ask Jae-beom, who stands at the doorway as you munch on the food, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Wherever you'd like. If you need to leave the estate, I would need to inform Jeon-ssi before we do and bring a few more men with us."

You roll your eyes. Typical you'll need a secret service with you to even travel without Jungkook.

"I don't think I need to go anywhere. It's not like I have money." you take a sip of your drink - you chose the orange juice. Your taste buds jump at the delicios taste - it was freshly squeezed.

"Nonsense!" Jae-beom laughs. "Jeon-ssi left his credit card just for you. I have it here with men whenever you're ready to use it, Jubu!"

Your ears perk.

You do indeed use it. Within the hour, you and a group of men are out and about. You have nothing to buy - but that doesn't mean you aren't going to swipe your card wherever you could just to spite Jungkook. You offer to buy a mother 3 month supply of pamper and wipes, she tries to hug you when you do, but is stopped by Jae-beom. You bought a crazy amount of jewlery at a jewelry store you never heard of. The amount of gold and diamonds the men held was crazy - and you never had an intention on actually wearing them. So, you hand them out to random people on the street - teenagers, random children, even couples.

You buy lunch for you and the men, insisting that it was alright for them to eat with you. The meal was expensive, but you had no problem paying it with a credit card that belong to a man you were slowly despising.

At the end of it all, you were tired as you reached the room. But, you were thankful you hadn't seen Jungkook the entire day. However, you wished Jungkook returned your phone to you - you were growing bored.

The next day Jungkook had not returned and you were left with Jae-beom again. He follows you wherever you go. You walked around the estate, your eyes trailing at the expensive furniture and extravagant paintings. It was quiet even with the men walking all over inside.

The day after that you were beyond bored. Jae-beom shows you the theater room where you watch movies for the rest of the day. There was nothing to do but watch the cheesy romantic comedies and terrible cliche horrors. By the end of the night you wondered when Jungkook would return - not as if you missed him.

By the end of the week, you swam alone. Jae-beom had remained close by in case he had to step in and save you (his own words). You didn't go deep and just floated inside the pool with a sigh - your mind swirling on where Jungkook was and when he would return - if at all. You didn't receive a call from him and when you'd ask Jae-beom, he assured that his boss was alright and would return shortly.

"Would you like to have dinner with Hee-sun-ah and Momoka-ah?" Jae-beom asks after you shower and dress, your evening swim finishing and leaving you refreshed and tired.

"Who?" you question. "I don't have any friends with those names." Or friends at all.

"They're Park-ssi's wives."

"Who...?" your brows are rising.

"Jimin-ssi's wives. I have been informed that they wish to meet you over dinner."

You hum. Jimin had two wives - and somehow you aren't surprised. Jimin was an attractive man who was basically sex on legs. He was pure seduction, captivating any and everyone he came across. You felt safe with him, and that could've been deadly if you weren't considered off limits.

Jungkook lifts the shot glass to his lips and downs the clear liquid without a second thought. He slams the glass down roughly and shudders. He licks his lips and pours himself another shot.

The day was tiring. With the new shipment coming through, allowing his dealers to sell them along with dealing with overseas drama and heists, he was tired. He's been driven all around Korea to his sites, meeting business owners who owed him money to pursuading a few men who had nothing to lose to burn down another building that were late on their payments.

In the past after a long day, he desired nothing more than to come home and see you. Now, it was closer for him to visit a nightclub Bangtan owned to drink whatever he desired before having one of their men to take him home.

Jungkook speculates about your well-being. He prays you're alright and safe - even if you would be your safest with him. He prays that you would come back to him - that he would wake up and find you home with him. Or maybe he could find you while he was out and bring you back home where you belonged.

His mind can't stay off of you for long. Were you eating alright? Did you consume enough fluids? Were you getting enough sleep? His mind refuses to think you're dead - he won't know what to do with himself if anything happened to you. He couldn't bring himself to think that - even if some nights his nightmares show images of finding your deceased body.

Somehow he finds himself back at the Brothel, the smell of alcohol on his body. His mind doesn't know what he's doing, it's his body taking over. He feels as though he is outside his body - watching himself from a third person point of view. He speaks with Izumi who is kind and soft spoken to him, even after he nearly assaults one of her girls. He remembers requesting to speak to Ari privately and Izumi agrees, but theres hesitance. She doesn't want to allow him to see Ari, but he was Jeon Jungkook, her boss after all. She could never deny him anything.

His mind recalls Ari entering the room and bows at him. She's frightened, and her eyes never reach his. Jungkook prefers it that way - he's ashamed that his drunken mind comes to the brothel when he desires nothing but you.

Ari knows what he is here for and it's her job to deliver. Jungkook doesn't want foreplay from her - he doesn't even want to look the girl in the face. He shoves her upon the bed and doesn't waste any time in taking her. Ari's glad she had prepared herself before she arrived or the situation would be painful.

Jungkook wasn't here to pleasure her - not many of her clients ever were. He was here solely for his own pleasure. He moans loudly, but he could be as loud as can be simply because he was the owner - that and each room was sound proof. He doesn't moan Ari's name, no. The name he grunted out was Y/N, a burst in her own ego but she wasn't paid to care about another man's desire.

As Jungkook's thrusts inside of Ari's, his words stutter out your name - claiming he loved and missed you; how he wishes you'd come back to him. His thrusts buckle rougher as he comes closer to his high. His eyes open and even his intoxicated mind wished he hadn't. It wasn't you beneath him like he wished it was - no, it was Ari. His anger spikes and his hands tighten around her throat. Ari yelps out, her eyes widen and heart pumping with fear.

Jungkook thrusts became even more powerful - he didn't care for Ari or her well-being. She wasn't you - she'd never be you. One hand wraps around her throat while the other her lips. He allowed his anger to get the best of him, the sound of his skin slapping against Ari's ass and his words to her - the demeaning words of her being nothing but a whore who'd he'd fuck but never marry. His words were harsh, sure, but his mind didn't allow him to care about her feelings. He repeats them over and over again until Ari herself is crying, reaching her overstimulated orgasm.

Jungkook doesn't cum inside of her, even with his condom on. It felt far too intimate. Instead, he shoves her away and allows himself to cum inside the condom. Ari takes a few moments to catch her breath. She manages to compose herself, her eyes turning towards Jungkook who doesn't return the affection. She witnesses him throwing the condom away and pushing his pants up. He doesn't say anything to her - not a single word or grunt before he leaves her sitting there.

You sat uncomfortably in the chair as your eyes glance between the two women in the room, both with small children. The restaurant chosen was at least 4 stars. You dressed in a pair of casual black trousers and a floral black shirt, the deep v neck adding a simple flair You added a pair of heels and tied your hair in a low bun. The two women were beautiful; Momoka's hair is down her back and jet black, the ends curling. She has a heart-shaped face with the softest brown eyes. Hee-sun's hair was right above her shoulders and died freshly brown, the tips of her hair seeming as sharp and pierced as her eyes. Her jawline is as sharps as her husbands and it's easy to feel insecure in their presence.

"Are you alright?" Momoka asks across from you. She proceeds to pass the small child - no older than two who sported pigtails and a bright pink dress - a piece of fruit. The toddler grabs it into her hands and munchs, the juice squirting out onto her.

You blink a few times before smiling and nodding. You pondered how a man like Jimin could exist - so captivating that two women would agree to bear his child and marry him in these circumstances.

"All of this is weird to you, isn't it?" Hee-sun giggles. She too has a child seated on a high chair next to the toddler, both girls. She takes a sip of her water before continuing. "This is my daughter, Cho-hee. Momoka's daughter is Yui. We don't treat them any differently, I love Yui as if I had her myself."

"As do I love Cho-hee." Momoka nods, her eyes casting down to the toddler who lifts her head after hearing her voice. "We love Jimin dearly. He got us out of the brothel after all."

"B-Brothel?" you murmured, unsure if you heard her correctly.

"Ah, you haven't been told that yet." Heesun clicks her tongue. She picks up her chopstick and begins eating. "I'm not sure how much you know of Bangtan, but yes Momoka and I came from a brothel they own."

Your heart skips a beat and you feel your tongue go numb. You haven't asked Jungkook of his job - you never had the chance to. Deep down, you're unsure if you ever wished to. You knew he was rich and dripped with luxuries and power - the estate and men working for him told you that. He wasn't against killing either - he killed so freely in front of you as if it was an everyday thing for him. The brothel was new to you, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense.

What didn't was why Jungkook didn't find his wife like Jimin did in a brothel - you were sure they were be willing to get out of it and live the lifestyle you didn't want to.

"Bangtan have connections overseas. I worked in the Japan location while Hee-sun did in Korea." Momoka says.

Your eyes flicker between the two.

"So...you weren't kidnapped?" you ponder lowly.

Momoka giggles and shakes her head.

Hee-sun shakes her head, as well. "No," she says. "Jimin was once a regular client of outs. The type of workers we were, we..." Heesun hums, trying to find the correct words.

"...worked for higher ups. The men of Bangtan; those who weren't married. Jimin, overtime, was our only client. He paid for our time and made sure we didn't sleep with anyone else. By that time came, we had already paid our debt to Bangtan and I could be bought out freely."

Your mind was swirling. Debt? Bought out? Just how far in this "Bangtan" gang were you into?

"You see...I borrowed money from Bangtan that I had to repay. Of course I could be in their debt for years or I go down the more easy route and work in their brothel." Momoka explains. "It isn't a sleezy run down home where everyone is fucking the other. We were in a comfortable position."

Hee-sun nods. "That's true. We got our own rooms and bathrooms. We lived in mansions and only worked on the days we desired to. We were paid good for everything we did, and the men were only wealthy ones who had their life to lose if anything happened to us."

You try to capture all the new found information Hee-sun and Momoka explains to you. They are confident of their past, freely speaking to you without insecurity or regret.

"How did you get here with Jimin? You came willingly?" you question.

Momoka nods, lifting her hand to give you an 'ok' sign with her fingers. "Jimin brought me overseas to Korea with him and asked if Hee-sun and us would be comfortable being with him. At first I was afraid - I was in a foreign country away from home. But Jimin made me feel safe and Hee-sun was welcoming."

"One thing led to another and we've gotten married. Legally - I'm not sure how Jimin managed to put us both as his wives, but Bangtan has many connections." Hee-sun places her hand over Cho-hee head and rubs. "Now we're one happy family together. I wouldn't change anything about it."

The next hour passes and you all eat with little conversations. You admit that Hee-sun and Momoka were a good pair to speak with. You spoke of Jungkook and they listened without judgment. Only they could understand what you were going through - but they were different from you. They were willing to stay with Jimin and do as he said without a bat of an eye. You had no desire to be with Jungkook and a part of this lifestyle. Learning of a brothel was enough for you to know than whatever - and whoever - Bangtan was, you desired to be far from them.

Jae-Beom had left you alone to eat, seated at a far table away from you. You had looked his way many times, each time you found his chewing onto his food with his eyes glancing at you. Today was different from the week prior - Jae-beom didn't bring any of the men with him. You noticed the women also had a few men with them, as well. They had more freedom than you did - they were more complicit than you'd ever be.

"Excuse me." you cough, taking a sip of water before lifting yourself up. "I have to use the restroom."

Both women nod and you make your way across the restaurant. Your eyes meet Jae-beom who gets to his feet in a matter of seconds. "I'm going to the restroom, Jae-beom. Would you like to accompany me?"

"What? No!" Jae-beom shakes his head. "I would never disrespect your privacy, Jubu!"

"That's good." you smile at him. "Sit down and eat. I'll be right back. I had a few too much to drink."

You enter the restroom just as Jae-beom is making his way back to his table. Your eyes scan the large restroom and the first thing you see is the large tinted window. It was obvious that whoever strolled outside could not see in, but the outdoor scenery appeared inviting to you. The grassy field surrounding the resturant to the few cars parked yards away.

You take a deep breath. You wonder if you could escape here and how long it would be until you get away. This wasn't at Jung-hyun's homes - there were people around outside if Jae-beom did manage to get to you. Surely, someone would step in and help - call the police even.

You don't think twice when you grab the metal decorative chair in the middle of the luxury bathroom and crash it against the window. It shatters loudly but you don't care. This was your taste of freedom - this time you were determined to get away.

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The Profit & Love Statement » Pt. 22

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

↠ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ 4k / CEO AU

↠ Summary: Through hours of endless training and hard work, Kim Seokjin is finally the CEO of Kim Electronics. He has everything at his hands - status, money, power. He owes it all to you, his rigid and sarcastic mentor who overseed his entire training. But as he steps into the shoes of becoming the CEO, he can only wonder what it means for your relationship now.

↠ Warnings: domestic yoongi, bts being chaotic

↠ A/N: This will be bit of a side chapter with the other characters!

↠ Next Update: Tuesday, November 28 (series masterpost here)

Yoongi's never looked worse.

He’s dressed in black baggy pants and a ruffled white t-shirt. His shoulders are bowed, deep eye bags lining his eyes and hair absolutely messy.

Hoseok speaks up about his haggard appearance.

“Hyung, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He states, as if it was a fact.

A low cry resonates through the home, and he sighs. “I’m not too sure about Haru though.”

Hoseok takes a step into the home, followed by Jungkook who trails behind and widely glances around.

“How’s Hana?” The younger man dwells.

“Tired – very tired.” He shuts the door behind the two of them.

Hoseok is utterly speechless.

Yoongi is incredibly systematic, whether it was consistently keeping his office organized or always having the same black coffee resting on his desk during work hours. His home is typically kept in the same fashion, contained within a small living room and kitchen, two bedrooms and one bathroom.

In summary, the man is very put together on normal days. But Hoseok can’t say the same for today.

The living room is littered with both baskets of laundry and several small children’s toys.

A young boy in a white shirt and blue overalls suddenly runs into the room. He stumbles straight into Yoongi, glancing up at him with bright cat-like eyes.

“Dad!”

Yoongi softly smiles, “Hi, buddy.”

Leaning down, he lifts him up into his arms and Hoseok pokes the boy’s cheek.

“Hi! It’s Uncle Hobi!” He giggles, a large gummy smile emerging on full display.

Jungkook glances at Yoongi astonished, “Hyung, he looks just like you.”

“It’s the Min genes.” He warmly retorts, gazing down at his son.

A new voice pitches in, exhaling with fatigue.

“Yoongi, she wants you– oh.”

The woman that emerges from the bedroom door appears to be in her early to mid thirties, dressed in sweatpants with a dark cardigan thrown over. Her light curly locks have been tightened up into a messy bun, lethargy evident in her sluggish expression.

The corner of her lip lifts.

“I didn’t know you guys were here already.”

“Hana!” Hoseok loudly exclaims, going in for a hug immediately. “It’s been too long.”

“It has been.” She grins, “I’ve heard that instead of going out on dates, you’ve been buying dead plants.”

Hoseok’s mouth drops wide open and Hana crosses her arms. “You know you have to take care of those, right?”

He glances at Yoongi, exasperated. The latter merely shrugs with a smile.

“If you’re not going to hear it from me, take it from her.”

Hoseok pouts and Jungkook shuffles over, smiling sheepishly.

“Hi, Noona.”

“Jungkook.” She greets, stepping forward to hug him. “Congrats on the new job.”

He smiles, “Thanks.”

She deeply exhales, “Thank you for coming here today guys. Normally, we’re okay, but…”

Her and Yoongi make eye contact, and he speaks up.

“We really need a day off.”

A sharp cry resonates through the room. Immediately, Yoongi reaches out, putting Yoonsun into Hana’s arms.

“I’ll go check on her.” He mumbles, before swiftly entering the second bedroom.

She sighs, “We’ll only be out for a couple of hours. This one is calmer,” She lifts Yoonsun with a smile, who giggles, “–much like his father, I believe. But Haru has been having trouble with falling asleep on schedule.”

Hoseok nods, leaning down to set his bag aside. He glances at Jungkook with confidence.

“I think we’ve got this.”

Hana nods, stuffing her hand into her pocket. She takes out a sheet of paper with scribbles on it as Yoonsun plays with her hair.

“Here’s a list of everything you need to keep in mind.” She explains, “Don’t hesitate to call either me or Yoongi if you need anything.”

“Where are you going, Noona?” Jungkook wonders, a sly tone to his voice.

A giant grin stretches on her lips.

“Well, my husband’s promised me a nice and quiet dinner, but–” She leans forward, as if she was telling a secret. “I plan on getting absolutely wasted and dragging him down to karaoke.”

Jungkook chuckles and her eyes crinkle.

“Maybe wait for your husband to leave before revealing all your plans.” Yoongi strolls up behind her, a two-year-old girl settled in his arms.

The corner of Hana’s lip lifts, “As if you would say no to me.”

Yoongi scoffs and she snickers, before putting Yoonsun down onto the ground and kneeling to his small height.

“They’re going to be looking after you for a while.” She whispers, softly ruffling his hair, “Be on your best behaviour, okay?”

The boy eagerly nods. “Is Dad going too?”

“Dad has to go.” Yoongi mentions, handing Haru to Jungkook, “Otherwise Mom might come after him for not taking her out.”

She gyrates around, sending a playful glare in his direction. Yoongi simply grins.

***

After a moment had passed, Hana and Yoongi had proceeded to get dressed for the night.

Hoseok let out a low whistle once Yoongi had emerged, dressed in a perfectly ironed out dress shirt and black shacks, clean-shaven and hair parted to the side. He had mumbled something along the lines of wanting to look nice for his wife, to which Hoseok had grinned at. Hana had been waiting for him by the door, dressed in a deep jade green dress and slipping on a pair of stilettos.

She had looped her arm around his, departing with Yoongi and he reiterated to call if they needed anything. Hoseok had opened the door for them, whisking them away and wishing them a good time.

It had been a few moments since their leave.

“Alright then,” Hoseok spins around, “How much do you know about taking care of kids?”

Jungkook shrugs, “Not much, just what Yoongi hyung has told me about them.”

“Okay…” He ponders, “I’m sure it’ll be alright. They're just kids, after all.”

A huge optimistic grin surfaces on him, “How hard could it be?”

The sound of a harsh cry breaks them out of their thoughts.

They both whirl around at the same, noticing that Yoonsun was situated on the carpet of the living room, occupied with building some toy blocks. The sound comes again, this time radiating from the second bedroom.

Hoseok and Jungkook burst into Haru’s room.

The two-year-old shakes on the small bed, having observed the absence of her parents.

Hoseok scoops her up, cradling her. “There, there, Uncle Hobi is here~”

She grabs a fistful of his hair, “Ouch.”

“Maybe she’s hungry?” Jungkook suggests, turning around. Hoseok follows behind him into the kitchen, attempting to break out of the little girl's strong hold.

“The list said she can eat cut up fruits and veggies.”

“Fruits and vegetables…” Jungkook is scanning the fridge, astonishment crossing him at the way the shelves are all carefully organized, with everything having a place. “Wow.”

Hoseok chuckles, “That’s Yoongi for you.”

Haru wiggles in Hoseok’s grasp, excited fingers pointing towards the apples in one section. Jungkook laughs at her actions, taking them onto the counter.

He quickly peels one, cutting it into the small slices.

“Here comes the airplane~” He motions the apple around. Haru flails her arms around and nearly jumps out of Hoseok’s lap.

She grabs it immediately, chewing on it with puffed out cheeks.

“She’s too cute.” Hoseok states, looking down at her as if she can answer, “How did you come from Yoongi?”

“Between the two of us, I personally think she has to be all Hana.” Jungkook points out.

Hoseok chuckles, glancing around.

“Say – where’s Yoonsun?”

A frown mars Jungkook’s lips, before his eyes widen at seeing the toy blocks abandoned.

“He was right here.” He states, quickly filtering through the two bedrooms. To his dismay, he can’t find the young boy and panic starts to arise within him.

The bathroom door creaks out and Yoonsun stands outside of it, blinking at Jungkook's frantic form.

“Oh, thank god.” Jungkook holds onto his hand.

But Yoonsun stares at him with large eyes.

“Where’s Dad?”

“Your Dad went out with your Mom for a while.” He explains.

His eyes well up without warning, and before Jungkook can say anything–

Yoonsun bursts into tears.

Jungkook scrambles to hold him in his arms, attempting to rock him back and forth. But he doesn’t consider that Yoonsun is older than Haru by three years, picking up on Yoongi’s absence far more.

“Hoseok hyung.” He bursts into the kitchen, “I-I don’t know what to do.”

“Speak for yourself.” Hoseok deeply sighs.

Jungkook’s irises round, noticing Hoseok holding up the little girl in his arms with a tinged mixture of apple all over his clothes.

“Okay, I get that, but–” You huff, annoyed. “Hoseok, stop crying for one second.”

The statement earns you strange and concern glances from nearby shoppers. You wince, reminding yourself to keep your voice down.

You were situated in front of a handful of changing rooms, seated on a cushioned bench with your phone in hand.

Your day had been going good, until well, this phone call.

“You just need to clean up and wait,” You explain, “Don’t feed her right away.”

Hoseok continues to bombard you with questions, and you hear somewhat of a shriek come from the background.

“Was that Jungkook?”

“N-No!” He hurriedly responds, but then you hear a ‘I lost him again!’ and it’s a dead giveaway.

The curtains in front of you pull back and Jin emerges out, dressed in a tailored black suit. He smiles in your direction, but frowns upon noticing the hints of distress in your expression.

He points to your phone and you sigh lightly, gesturing that you’ll tell him afterwards.

Instead, he decides to draw your attention to the suit he dons, spinning around. Your mouth twists, and you shake your head, finding it far too similar to the suits he wears to work.

Glancing around, you survey the various suits and land on a particular dark blue one. Eyeing light up, you arise from your seat, placing it against him and nodding enthusiastically.

He chuckles at your reaction, heading back into the changing room.

You plop back onto your cushion, alarmed from the silence. “Hoseok?”

“Sorry, still here!” He nearly yells, cutting off your hearing, “There’s just a lot going on.”

“Will you guys be okay?” You softly question.

“We’ll be fine!” Hoseok reassures, despite you clearly hearing Jungkook’s voice in the background. “I’m going to just call Taehyung over. He loves kids!”

“Doesn’t mean he knows how to take care of them.” You retort, glancing at your watch. “Look, if I leave in a couple of minutes, I can be there soon.”

“No, no! You were supposed to go out with Jin and–”

“Tell me honestly, Hoseok.” You state, “Do you have the situation under control?”

“Well–”

“Y/N, please come over.” Jungkook’s voice blares through, and you presume he yanked the phone from Hoseok’s grasp, “Don’t listen to him, we could use the help.”

You hear Hoseok in the background let out a small ‘Hey!’ before there’s more crying and his voice disappears completely.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there.” Jungkook mutters a quick thank you before the line cuts off and Jin emerges from the changing room.

“Well?”

The dark blue looks incredible on him, contrasting nicely with his brown hair. It’s fancier than the previous suit, and adds a mature air around him.

“It looks nice.” You softly smile, getting up instantly.

“Looks like this one’s the winner then.” He grins, eyes glancing at the phone in your hands, “Trouble in paradise?”

You let out a drawn out sigh, a grimace crossing you.

“I might have some bad news…”

Taehyung pulls a silly face for the infinite time.

Hoseok scoffs, “I told you that’s not going to work!”

“It always does!” Taehyung protests, attempting to pull another peekaboo one – to which Haru cries even more.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, glancing at the man near the foyer who’s currently in the midst of taking off his coat and shoes.

There’s remorse in his eyes, “Sorry for dragging you into this.”

Jimin’s eyes light up and he shakes his head. “It’s okay, we were just at the movies and the film was close to its end.”

He gestures to Taehyung, who continues with his antics. Jungkook softly smiles at the thought of the two of them spending time together, musing that they’ve grown close.

“May I?” Jimin asks, gesturing to the attached boy in Jungkook's arms. Jungkook places him down and Jimin kneels, fondly smiling.

“Hi there, my name is Jimin.”

“I’m Yoonsun.” The boy stares at him, sniffling a bit, “Do you know where my Dad is?”

“He’s out right now, but I have a picture of him.” Jimin reaches for his phone, displaying a selfie he took with Yoongi at karaoke.

Yoonsun’s eyes are wide and he curiously shuffles over to Jimin, staring at the screen in fascination.

Jungkook watches in disbelief, “How did you know to…?”

“I look after my nieces often.” He mentions, bringing Yoonsun into his lap for a better view of the phone.

Jungkook nods, sitting down with them and scrolling through his phone for any pictures of Yoongi. But he pauses himself, glancing over at Hoseok struggling and Taehyung, who hadn’t been much help.

He mulls over if he should just call Yoongi and Hana at this point. It was his absolute last resort, not wanting to probe and let them enjoy their evening together.

There’s a loud knock on the door.

He gets up, eyes twinkling at the inkling of who it might possibly be. Twisting the lock, you stand before him, taking in the chaos of the home.

The apartment is a mess – belongings and different children's toys scattered everywhere. You find the two children quite swiftly, Haru being with Hoseok and Taehyung, her small eyes red as they horribly attempt to get her to smile. Jungkook and Jimin are on the ground with Yoonsun, who seems glued to a brightly lit phone in Jimin’s hands.

Every single person’s head spins at your entrance and you are thoroughly shocked.

“Y/N!” Jungkook gets up in relief and Hoseok practically tackles you.

“You came!” Hoseok screeches.

“What happened in here?”

There’s a second voice behind you, and everyone turns to see Jin step inside the home, his irises as wide as your own as he scans the area.

“Jin?” Jungkook cocks his head to the side, not quite expecting him to appear.

You shrug, “I thought it’d be helpful if we both came over.”

“Where do we even begin?” Jin ponders, shrugging off his coat and shoes instantly. You follow his gestures, not quite having an answer.

“Anywhere, honestly.” Jungkook states, letting out a deep exhale.

You take your collective belongings and set them aside. Jin proceeds to step over the toys on the ground, picking up things along the way. You observe as he scolds Taehyung at the same time, telling him to leave his things in one place rather than scattering them.

Jungkook glances at you amused from the display.

You grin, “What’d I tell you?”

You take long strides towards Haru, just as Jin gestures to Jungkook and Jimin to move over to the couch. Picking her up immediately, you carefully sway her and step into the bedroom.

Haru’s eyelids begin to flutter close, a small yawn leaving her lips.

Hoseok blinks, wondering if a miracle just occurred before him.

“How were you able to do that?!”

“I was just rocking her back and forth.” You lift her up and place her into his arms. “It’s a soothing motion that can help with sleep.”

Hoseok hums, cautiously trying to repeat what you had done. Sure enough, Haru holds onto him, another low yawn leaving her lips.

Hoseok looks up in astonishment and you smile.

“That is amazing!”

“Right?” You gesture for him to lie her down, “It was something I did often with Yuna and she would fall asleep right away.”

Hoseok nods, watching over her with a bright smile. You quietly peer out of the bedroom, noticing Yoonsun with Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung. The living room appears considerably better, with toys no longer scattered everywhere in a disarray.

You find Jin in the kitchen.

“Do you need any help?”

He turns, occupied with grabbing packets of ramen noodles from one of Yoongi's cupboards.

“Just heat up some water for me.”

You hum, moving to grab a pot. Taehyung shows up as you’re filling it up, glancing at the two of you.

“Hey, do you guys–” He freezes, gaze landing straight at you in front of the stove. “Wait, Y/N….You’re not cooking, right…?”

A nervous laugh leaves him and you swivel around with a frown. “And if I was?”

Taehyung immediately holds his stomach. “You know what? On second thought, everything here seems to be under control so maybe it’s best I go hom—”

“I’m not cooking!” You proclaim, ignoring how Jin’s attempting to stifle his laughter.

“Really?” Taehyung looks at you bright-eyed and you huff.

“Who’s not cooking?” Jungkook pokes his head in, raising a playful brow.

Taehyung chimes in. “Y/N isn’t!”

“Oh, thank god.” Jungkook whispers, but you still catch it and glare at him. “I-I mean, your cooking has such…such interesting taste–”

“Save it.” You retort, turning to Taehyung. “What did you need in the first place?”

His eyes widen, “Oh, strange request, but do either of you have pictures of Yoongi?”

Before you can say anything, Jin takes out his phone. “It depends. I have a couple I took while he was training me, but they’re mainly me trying to be cute and Yoongi being annoyed.”

Your mouth drops open. “You got pictures of him while training?”

He cheekily nods and you watch as he presents the pictures to all of you. The majority of them are of him throwing up peace signs or smiling, with Yoongi in the background either deadpanning or grimacing.

“Damn, he’s really got just one expression.” Jungkook retorts as Taehyung claps his hands in satisfaction.

“Okay! I think these can work.” Jin nods, following behind him into the living room.

You watch as he leans down to Yoonsun.

“Look,” He whispers with a grin, “It’s your Dad who loves me very much~”

A laugh escapes you as Yoonsun takes Jin’s phone in fascination.

Yoongi is as bewildered as ever.

Firstly, his wife is drunk out of her mind. Yes, she’s still able to stand and mutter coherent words here and there, but she pretends like she needs him around, latching onto his arm and not letting go. Yoongi doesn’t mind, watching over her carefully and even letting her drag him into a karaoke room after dinner, to where she proceeds to sing old cheesy romantic songs to serenade him.

She’s cute – he knows. There was a reason why he mustered up all his energy in saving up for a ring, proposing to her underneath a starry night with the cool breeze of fall after one of their many dinner dates together. Hana hadn’t skipped a beat in saying yes, taking his hand ever since that day. Their two children had been like a blessing to him and throughout all the hardships, he considers himself lucky to have her as his wife.

The second reason for his confusion…has nothing to do with his date at all. He checks his phone a couple of times, surprised to see no new messages and calls. Although he had trusted Hoseok and Jungkook with his children, he’s aware of their lack of experience with them and half-expected a frantic call at any time during the evening. But he’s greeted with no notifications.

It’s odd, but he shakes it off, wondering if he perhaps misjudged the situation. It’s true that his first instinct was to have asked you, but considering you had mentioned to him that you were looking forward to going out with Jin over the weekend, he had decided against it.

After all, who but him to understand wanting to spend time with your significant other.

He reaches the door to his house, puzzlement crossing him.

“What is it?” Hana mumbles against his shoulder, her hands still tightly wrapped around her husband’s arm.

“It’s too quiet.” He whispers, eyes darting around.

Were the kids asleep? Were Hoseok and Jungkook okay?

Putting his keys in, he twists the lock and enters with Hana.

To be fair, he wasn’t too sure what to expect at that point, but he’d be lying if he wasn’t utterly shocked.

Everything’s clean – down to the stacked laundry baskets on the side and the absence of littered toys and blankets around the living room. The kitchen’s clean too, bags of garbage long removed and a handful of dishes, including several pots and bowls, scrubbed and left to dry by the sink.

The first person he finds is Taehyung, who’s snoring loudly on his couch. Next to him sits Jimin, who’s leaning against the foot of the couch with his eyes closed.

Jin is there as well – asleep like the others, but his phone is in his hand and within his arms is Yoongi's son, whose eyes are softly shut.

He hears light footsteps, eyes widening to see you emerge out of the bedroom.

“Oh, hi.” You whisper.

“Y/N!” Hana excitedly throws herself onto you, and you quickly catch her with a warm chuckle.

“Long time no see, Hana.”

She sheepishly grins at you and Yoongi’s eyes flicker around.

“What are you doing here?” He questions, “And where’s Hoseok and Jungkook?”

“They left about an hour ago.” You bring them over to the kitchen, so as to not disturb everyone’s slumber. “They weren’t in the best condition.”

Yoongi leans against the counter, “Was it that bad?”

You grimace. “Define bad.”

He looks at you intently, “Did Hoseok cry?”

“A little–” You chuckle, “He mostly was exhausted, and left looking like he hadn’t slept in a week. Jungkook on the other hand, was okay and calmed down after eating Jin’s ramen.”

“Well, sounds like they had a fun night.” Hana snorts and Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head.

You smile and shrug, “They tried their best.”

“And you?”

“Both Taehyung and I came when Hoseok called us in panic. Jimin was with Taehyung and Jin was with me.”

“Oh, so that’s Jin?” Hana widely smirks, pointing to his sleeping form.

You grow flustered at the observation, “Yeah, that’s him.”

She has a silly smile on her lips and Yoongi slowly walks over, picking up Yoonsun from Jin’s arms.

“Dad?” He sleepily mumbles, and Yoongi grins.

“We’re back.” He whispers, “Were you being good?”

He tiredly nods and Yoongi hugs his son, softly caressing his head.

Hana warmly smiles, “Haru’s asleep by the way, it’s been a couple of hours.”

Her head spins around. “You got her to sleep?”

You hum, “I can show you what we did.”

“Thank you, Y/N.” She holds onto your hands, “We weren’t expecting you to come, but I’m glad you did.”

“Of course.” You reassure, “Thankfully, I wasn’t alone.”

She childishly grins, peeking at Jin from the corner of the eye. “You know, I do have a word of advice for you.”

You lean down and she whispers in your ear.

“With men like that, you’ve got to put a ring on it fast.”

Her words only result in a deep flush spreading across your cheeks. She mischievously laughs, directing her fond gaze over to Yoongi smiling down at Yoonsun.

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