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my house of stone, your ivy grows - yoongi x reader

chapter nineteen (finale)

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summary: yoongi carried himself with a sense of pride within himself and his belongings. he worked hard to get to where he was- ethically or not, it made him the man he is today. his latest toy, a young college girl from america, will become his magnum opus. he just needs to work out the kinks.

tags/warnings: mafia au, kidnapping, daddy dom!yoongi, smut, autistic!reader, spanking, stockholm syndrome, little!jimin, vminhope, drug mention, namjin, fluff, domestic discipline

taglist: @allamericanuniverse @llallaaa, @frieschan, @queen-klarissa

"Kiwo," Yoongi said, voice shaking from the panic and anxiety he faced. He immediately engulfed the cold, wet girl in a hug despite the mud puddle she sat in. Yoongi hated getting dirty, but he would do anything for Kiwo. "Oh, Kiwo. Never do that again."

The three trekked back to the house through the mud. Namjoon stood a few paces behind Yoongi as he carried Kiwo, taking a close look at the sight before him. Yoongi, understandably, was a mess of rage, fear, and relief. He held Kiwo tightly, afraid she would melt away from his arms somehow. Words of love mixed with scolding could be heard over the overwhelming sound of pouring rain.

Kiwo, however, looked out of it. She had not spoken a word nor let out a whimper since found, only capable of resting her head against Yoongi's shoulder. Her eyes remained on the ground, her body tense yet pliant, and her overall demeanor was of defeat.

Once they were within view, the group that remained outside ran up to Yoongi. Namjoon noted the two missing- Jungkook and Jimin. The younger must have taken the little inside once the rain had started.

Everyone had huddled together in a cold and damp embrace, cooing at Kiwo and scolding her at the same time. It appeared everyone had Yoongi's mixed emotions- happy she was safe, but disappointed over her stunt. Once again, Namjoon gave a good look-over at Kiwo- she still appeared deep in thought and out of the moment.

Yoongi picked up on Kiwo's demeanor, gently setting her on her own two feet. She started at the ground, eyes glued on her own two feet. Perhaps, Yoongi thought, she was only still frightened from her run.

Quickly, Yoongi pushed any sympathy he had for her aside. She ran from him, for God's sake! Kiwo was given the smallest ounce of freedom and tried to leave him behind. It was obvious now that any progress Yoongi thought he built with Kiwo was gone- all trust and confidence were thrown out the window.

Yoongi gripped Kiwo's shoulder tightly and marched her up the muddy hill. The rest of the group froze, wondering what caused Yoongi's sudden change in pace. Hoseok was the first to chase after them, placing a hand on Yoongi's shoulder.

"Hyung, what are you-"

"We're going back to Seoul," Yoongi said, dragging Kiwo further up the trail and back towards the house. The rage, the fear, and the panic Yoongi felt at that moment were enough to confirm his theory- Kiwo was not ready to be independent yet.

No one dared interfere with Yoongi and his rage. They all stood back and watched Yoongi shove the muddy Kiwo in the backseat of his car before speeding off.

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Yoongi remained deathly silent as he sped through the countryside. Kiwo watched from the backseat as he clenched his jaw and tightened his hands around the steering wheel. Repeatedly she tried to talk to him, occasionally calling out his name. The man never responded.

"Did I do something bad?" Kiwo asked. Of course, she already knew the answer. But she wanted to hear Yoongi talk to her.

"Bad?" Yoongi reiterated, feeling the anger rise further within him. "After the stunt you pulled, you dare to ask if you were bad?"

It was Kiwo's turn to remain silent. She lowered her head, staring at her hands resting in her lap. Yoongi carried on with her scolding.

"Do you know how dangerous that was? This is a very steep area- you could have slipped and fallen off of a cliff!" Yoongi slammed his hand against the steering wheel. "Bad. You were very bad. You won't be leaving the apartment for a year-"

Flashing lights and sirens stopped Yoongi's ranting. Both of their hearts beat out of their chests- Yoongi's speeding had attracted the attention of the police. Not sure what to do, Yoongi continued for a moment before rationalizing that continuing to break the law wouldn't make the situation any better.

"Stay quiet. Not a single word," Yoongi warned her as he turned off the engine. The officer approached them, holding a flashlight to help him see through the heavy rainfall.

"You are aware how dangerous it is to be speeding in these conditions, right?" Yoongi silently nodded at the officer, quickly holding out his license to make the encounter go by quickly. The officer moved the light from Yoongi's face towards the backseat. Kiwo kept her head down.

All she had to do was look up and give the officer her name. She would be free then. Never again would she have to see Yoongi's face. She would be on the next flight home, reunited with her friends and family. All she had to do was look at the officer.

The officer did a double take. He moved the flashlight down towards the ground, before flashing it back towards Kiwo. She looked up.

"Sir, can you step out of the vehicle for a second?" The officer demanded, hand naturally reaching down towards his holstered gun.

It felt like Kiwo blinked and all of a sudden she was in the back of an ambulance. She stared blankly as she watched Yoongi being forced into the back of a police car- his face was calm. His composure never wavered throughout the entire encounter, and Kiwo swore she saw him smirk at her every once in a while.

"Kiwo, you need to answer our questions," an officer said. He followed her stare towards Yoongi before giving her a sad smile. "It's okay, he can't hurt you now."

The girl tugged the blanket wrapped around her shoulders tighter as she cast her gaze down to the ground. Yoongi never really hurt her. Of course, he punished her, but he only did that whenever Kiwo was bad and deserved it. But he never left any lasting wounds. Kiwo sighed. All she wanted was Yoongi.

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There was no trial, contrary to what the detectives in Korea told Kiwo. Every day, she would sit at home waiting for the call saying that she would have to come and speak against Yoongi in court. Kiwo didn't want anyone to know what Yoongi did to her- she was too embarrassed. She was even more embarrassed to admit she missed him.

After all these months, Kiwo never said a single word about what happened to her. It was like her and Yoongi's secret. And Kiwo was good at keeping secrets. She hoped Yoongi would be proud of that.

Every day she would go through the motions of life- making herself food, small talk with her family, and therapy appointments. It wasn't actually Kiwo doing any of those activities, it was more like a ghost trying its best to adjust to life after Yoongi.

In her head, everything was Yoongi. School life was Pre-Yoongi, Yoongi, of course, was Yoongi, and whatever life she lived now was referred to as Post-Yoongi. This Post-Yoongi Kiwo wasn't Kiwo. The real Kiwo was still in Korea, cuddled in bed with Yoongi watching whatever Disney movie she wanted. While the real Kiwo mourned her Pre-Yoongi self, she could never imagine her Post-Yoongi life, because it would never exist. Her life was all Yoongi, and she herself was all Yoongi's.

Kiwo stared down at her phone. The victim's services website stared back at her in its bold white and blue color scheme. Raindrops fell gracefully down onto the screen, and she blamed the water droplets for entering Yoongi's name into the search bar.

'Status: Discharged'

It rained the day Kiwo was taken away. Just like that day several months ago, she felt cold. Winter passed in the months she was gone, but the chill of winter remained in the early spring air. She remembered that day well- how she froze as her life was torn away from her and packed into the backseat of a police car. Today, she wasn't numb and fearful of the future. She knew what she was doing.

Putting her phone in her jacket pocket, she crossed the side street toward the fancy high-rise apartment complex. The area felt like a warm hug in the chill breeze. Kiwo knew this area well. Her muscle memory led her up the stairs and towards the only door she knew. With every step, she walked faster in anticipation; she was going home.

Kiwo watched as her shaking finger reached out to ring the doorbell. So close, she was so close to being home again. Everything depends on whether or not Yoongi would open the door for her.

The buzzing of the doorbell died down, and shuffling footsteps could be heard quickly approaching the door. Kiwo kept her head down as tears threatened to overflow from her eyes. This was all too real, too crazy.

Yoongi opened the door to an unexpected sight. He smiled warmly down at the girl in front of him.

“Welcome home, baby.”

(a/n:

ahhhh there will be a sequel my angels dont fret)

#bts fanfic #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #mafia au #bts little space #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts #vminhope #namjin #my house of stone your ivy grows

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I know I’ve asked you this repeatedly and I know I’m probably being annoying. When is the series with suga coming back, I just really like the story

it's all good, feedback like this lets me know what the people want 🫶 finale has been in the works trust me that fic shall rise again soon!!!

#ask

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baby, it's you - ot7 x reader

chapter two

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summary: you get kidnapped while on a school trip to korea and get sold into south korea's luxury littles market. the most famous idol group wins your auction.

tags/warnings: forced infantilism, little!reader, diapers, noncon drug use, kidnapping, minor ed behaviors, attempted sa (cocsa?), spanking, diapers, caregivers!bts, force-feeding, language barriers

tags: @katskeigo, @queen-klarissa

The gray room was dark- the only illuminated areas were where the sun shone through the cracks in the blinds. Sleepily, you slowly blinked your eyes, going in and out of consciousness. Everything was a haze. All you knew was that you sat in a room with a bunch of other young adults and that men in black suits occasionally came in to take one of you out of the room. You assumed they never came back, but you were too out of it to keep track of their comings and goings. Nevertheless, fear festered in the pit of your stomach.

You were lucky enough to be placed in a corner of the room, giving you two walls to lean on while you struggled to feel your own body. The ones stuck in the middle of the room either laid flat on their backs, unable to sit themselves up, or uncomfortably sat with their backs severely hunched over. No one could properly speak, making the room fill with whines and whimpers of terror.

The restraints on your wrists and ankles seemed like overkill- you couldn't move a single body part, sans your fingers and toes. Everything felt as if a 20-pound weighted blanket rested on you, leaving you trapped and immobile.

The doors opened, flooding the room with light from the hallway. You closed your eyes at the sudden attack of brightness and listened closely to the clicks of the men's dress shoes.

They were approaching you.

You kept your eyes closed, creating a fantasy in your head that you were simply imagining the footsteps and that you weren't the next to leave. The fantasy quickly fleeted away as you felt yourself being lifted up and over a shoulder.

The fluorescent lights outside of the room felt like spikes to your sensitive eyes. Through squinted eyes, you watched a man rolling a baby's crib on wheels closer to where you hung over someone's shoulder. You prayed to any god that you were just going crazy and imagining things. After you were placed inside the crib, you soon realized that this sick and twisted fantasy was your new reality.

All you could do was lay back against the bars of the crib and stare off into the distance. You felt yourself being rolled into another room but with much harsher lights. As you refocused your vision, you realized you were on a stage. A man with a suit and microphone stood center-stage, waiting for you to join him.

Soon you were on display in front of a crowd of well-dressed strangers. They all looked rich and powerful, and all their eyes were on you. Breathing began to become harder, and for the first time, you felt something in your body. Your heart, which pounded harder and harder, made your chest hurt and burn.

"This is y/n. She is a young American girl with blonde hair and brown eyes," the man said as he circled you. You didn't understand a word besides your own name, which made you feel even worse. Not once did you tell these people your name.

A hand reached down towards you, twirling a piece of your hair. He continued to talk to the crowd with a smile. You felt like an animal at the zoo; just existing to be observed while encaged and sedated.

Shouts from the crowd echoed throughout the auditorium, leaving you even more confused and concerned. It felt as if you were being auctioned off to the highest bidder. You shuddered at the thought of such an inhumane act. As the shouts went on and died off, your self-soothing thoughts of this not being an auction died as well.

This was 100% an auction, and you were the prize.

"And for one billion won, y/n goes to the idol group BTS!" The crowd clapped at the man's final words before you were ushered off the stage.

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"She's just tired; it's been a very long day for her," a woman said from somewhere behind you. You closed your eyes tightly in hopes that everything would disappear, or perhaps that you would disappear. Trying to bargain with the anxiety in your chest was not working out as well as you planned.

"Oh, you'll be able to sleep soon, baby," a man said. You soon felt yourself being picked up by your underarms and lifted out of the crib. The sudden movement made your chest pound harder, and you let out a few whimpers as you felt every emotion and feeling nearing its tipping point.

You were in a foreign country, didn't understand the language, most likely just got sold into some trafficking ring for adult babies, and now you were being held against a stranger.

Sobs racked your body as your forehead rested against the man's shoulder. Sounds of hushes and coos filled the room, and multiple hands rubbed at your back and arms to silence your cries. Nothing would calm you down besides being back home in your own bed, with your own family and friends. As long as you were in this man's arms, you thought, you would not be at peace.

Daydreams of your life back home occupied your mind, allowing you to mentally escape your current reality. The way your mom baked fresh bread every Sunday morning, the way your little brother played his rock music annoyingly loud, the way your father would come home from work and immediately nap in his recliner. You didn't even want to think about Lainey, and how at this rate she would grow up only hearing stories about you and remembering vague memories.

The revving of a car engine dragged you out of your thoughts. You looked around only to realize you were in a car, with lots of people inside. Your sobs increased alongside your breathing- this wasn't real.

Jimin reached over and popped a pacifier in your mouth. The feeling of the silicone nipple in your mouth made you gag, but despite your best effort to push it out, Jimin gently held it against your lips.

"It's okay, it's okay," he kept repeating.

Your head began to pound, making you feel sick. Not just morally and mentally, but physically as well. You stop your feeble attempts to spit out the pacifier to focus on your breathing- you wanted to calm yourself down to avoid puking all over yourself.

"Good job, little one," Jungkook said from your other side. A hand ran through your hair soothingly, making your breathing tremble. You clenched your teeth around the pacifier and closed your eyes tightly.

One, two, three, you mentally counted the seconds as you breathed in and out. Usually during a panic attack, you would focus on what your body feels like. Not being able to feel a single body part made your stomach churn every time you tried to focus on your feet or hands.

A children's song filled your ears. You opened an eye to see the driver fiddling with the radio, trying to find a song to calm you with. The song was in a foreign language, most likely Korean, but you recognized the melody as Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. While you would never admit it, the feeling of familiarity song with words you couldn't understand did make you feel better. It reminded you of falling asleep while watching television- the intonation and flow of speech while having no clue what was being said.

It had been a long day, you thought while looking out the windshield at the dark sky. The bright lights passing by were comforting. You made a mental game of counting every glow of light you passed until the ever-increasing number lulled you into a much-needed rest.

———

Everyone bickered quietly over who would carry you to bed. Taehyung carried you out to the car, and, according to Hoseok, didn't qualify for the running.

They all exited the vehicle, standing around the open van door in a circle for a game of rock, paper, scissors. Seokjin and Namjoon were the finalists, with Jin taking the winner title as his scissors beat Namjoon's paper. He smirked smugly as he reached into the van to unbuckle you from the car seat. Carefully, he carried you inside.

The nursery was dark sans the cloud nightlight on the wall opposite the crib. Jin gently placed you down in the crib alongside your various blankets and stuffed animals with a smile.

“Finally,” he whispered to himself.

For years, they have always wanted a little. Ever since Jungkook grew up, they missed having someone to coddle. So, once they moved into a bigger, nicer dorm, they immediately dedicated one room for their future little. They kept the walls white but painted the ceiling a soft pink- they badly wanted a girl. Over the years the decorations grew, as did the pile of stuffies and blankets and closet of clothes.

After placing a purple pacifier in your mouth, Jin walked towards the window to close the curtains. He didn't want the sun to wake you too early in the morning. He took one last loving glance towards you before closing the door, letting you rest.

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts #namjoon x reader #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #bts little space

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xoxiu · 6 months

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i have spent the past 4 days writing one single chapter. cries.

#ramblin man #oooo this is an sos

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xoxiu · 7 months

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Do you know when house of stone where Ivy grows is coming back?

Hello!!! Ivy will be coming back soon, I promise!! I’m just a very bad procrastinator lol ❤️

#ask #my house of stone your ivy grows

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baby, it's you - ot7 x reader

chapter one

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summary: you get kidnapped while on a school trip to korea and get sold into south korea's luxury littles market. the most famous idol group wins your auction.

tags/warnings: forced infantilism, little!reader, diapers, noncon drug use, kidnapping, minor ed behaviors, attempted sa (cocsa?), spanking, diapers, caregivers!bts, force-feeding, language barriers,

Namdaemun market seemed never ending. So many vendors lined the streets with delicious street food and handmade clothing and accessories. You and your three friends walked the market together under the buddy system, a mandatory requirement put in place by your teacher. It was made very clear that when left to your own devices, be in a group of at least three people, and less than six. Although there were a manageable number within your group, you still found yourself doing a headcount every other minute.

"Oh my gosh, y/n, this would be so cute on your baby sister!" Marissa exclaimed, making a beeline to a small stand selling child-size hanboks. You and the rest of your group quickly followed behind, shaking your heads at Marissa's actions. The entire time you were in the market, she was constantly running off to various vendors.

The hanboks were obviously all handmade by the older woman running the stand- you admired the intricate design of a pale pink piece in particular.

"They all look too big- Lainey is only 2 years old..." your words trailed off as you looked amongst the various color options. All of the hanboks were much too big for your sister, being mostly toddler sized.

The more you and your friends stood at the stand, the more weird you felt. Perhaps it was just your imagination, or paranoia, but you couldn't help but feel someone watching you. The fact that every time you glanced at the old shopkeeper she would immediately dart her eyes away from you was not helping anything. Finally, the woman spoke up as you began to walk away.

"I have smaller sizes in the back, if you'd like to look," she said, making your group all look over in her direction. The four of you were silent for a minute, exchanging questioning glances, before Marissa spoke up.

"You go find Lainey's size; we'll wait for you out here."

The woman ushered you inside rather enthusiastically. She followed you into the building, and closed the door behind her. The rather loud 'thud' made you jump and turn to face her, curious as to why she would suddenly close the previously open door. Before any words could be exchanged, you felt arms wrap around you, pulling you into a back room of the shop.

You tried to scream out for help, but the hand around your mouth muffled any attempt to cry out. Quickly you felt yourself go into full panic mode, hyperventilating and squirming to try and escape the grip on your body. There had to be at least two men holding you, as you felt arms around your waist and arms, as well as various hands all over. What you could only assume was a pillowcase was slipped over your head, making the already dark room even darker. At some point the hand over your mouth was removed, now holding your wrists together behind your back.

"Calm down, calm down," they kept repeating, but you had no idea what they were saying due to the language difference. You could, however, hear the desperation in their voices. All you could do was cry, letting out sobs and pleas to be let go.

You could feel the tightness and tackiness of duct tape being wrapped around your wrists, leaving you unable to move them beyond maybe half an inch. Your mouth was soon covered as well, leaving your lips tightly shut from the tape.

Hands gripped you under your armpits, lifting you up onto a platform of sorts. With the freedom you still had, you kicked your dangling legs wildly, making it harder for the men to tape your ankles as well. A sudden stinging and tingling in your cheek made you freeze out of concern. The sound of the slap did not register in your head from the pure adrenaline in the moment. Only the pain broke through your focused senses.

The men used your stunned stillness to tape your ankles. Once they were sure the tape would hold, they jumped onto the platform next to you. You felt the shakes and bounces from their jump- you were in a truck trailer. And there were easily four men pulling your body further into the trailer.

You were pushed down onto your stomach with a boot resting on top of your back. Nevertheless, you continued to squirm to the best of your abilities, desperately trying to do something. What that something was, you weren't entirely sure. All you could think about was getting free and running far, far away.

As you squirmed in pain and whimpered, the men above you were having a casual conversation in Korean, even having the audacity to laugh and joke around.

The foot was removed from your back as the engine started up. The men all sat down along the walls of the trailer, watching and laughing as you were forced to slide and roll with every jerk and turn along the road. One particularly harsh stop caused you to tumble your way into two of the men. You cried and squirmed harder, not wanting to knowingly be so close to your abductors.

A sharp pain shot down your arm as you were stabbed with a needle in your upper arm. You panicked more, not liking being injected with some unknown drug. Another jab was made in your lower back, and soon you felt your body go numb. Your sobs and squirms soon died down as the drugs took full effect.

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The sound of feet shuffling on the floor and people talking greeted you as you slowly came to. You groaned, not appreciating being awoken from a comfortable slumber. It took you a moment to open your eyes due to your exhaustion and the brightness of the room you resided in. Everything was a blinding white- the lights, the walls, everything.

With half lidded eyes, you turned your head to look at the two other people in the room. Neither of them paid you much attention, failing to notice that you had awoken. Your body had been drained of all energy, allowing you to only release a small, pitiful moan instead of the loud scream you wanted to make.

Two pairs of eyes turned to face you- the man was rather shocked to see you awake, while the woman looked pleased. All you wanted to do was jump off the exam table and run as far as you could, but the fact that you couldn't feel your fingers or toes ruined that plot.

"y/n, it's so nice to see you alert and awake!" The woman said, walking towards you. She bent down to be eye level with you, running her hand through your hair. Although she was speaking English, you still had a hard time processing her words.

"Doctor Park is going to be examining you to make sure you're all good and healthy, is that okay?"

You desperately tried to shake your head and let out a 'no'. Out of every possible situation in the world, having to be examined by a strange man had to be one of the worst. Especially when you are unable to move or speak.

The man, Dr. Park, said very little to you. He sat down in his chair and rolled his way over to you, quickly taking your vitals. He spoke in Korean, mainly addressing the woman from what you could tell. Everything was just overwhelming- the finger heart monitor, the blood pressure cuff, and the ear thermometer all happening at once made your head spin out of fear and confusion.

"y/n, you need to stop shaking your head, dear." You hadn't even realized you were moving anything, better yet your head. Ultimately you listened to the woman, fearful of what would happen if you didn't cooperate.

As the examination went on, you felt your stomach ache more and more. Closing your eyes and turning your head away from the doctor helped slightly, but the urge to vomit still remained.

The door to the exam room opened, allowing a nurse pushing a cart into the room. You strained your eyes to try to see what was on the cart. Various small bottles and needles were scattered across the cart, with what appeared to be a pacifier inside a clear plastic container.

You quickly made the connections to what was going to happened. Not liking it, you began to whine and whimper more, violently shaking your head and trying your best to move the rest of your body. No one paid you any mind, however, and continued on with the procedures.

The nurse picked up the pacifier box, and took out the pale pink pacifier. Despite your best efforts, she easily popped the soother into your mouth. You tried your best to spit it out, but your tongue felt too heavy to properly push the pacifier out with it.

You watched as the doctor began to prepare the syringes, not entirely sure what was inside of each bottle. Not wanting to watch the needle enter you, you tightly closed your eyes until you saw random colors. Surprisingly, you didn't feel a single poke of the needles. You slowly relaxed your eyelids as you felt a comforting warmth fill your body. Your breathing began even and calmer, and soon you felt yourself fall back asleep.

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first love of late spring - ot7 x reader

chapter eight

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summary: falling, falling, falling- that's what you shouldn't be doing as a young intern at hybe. falling in love with your supervisor is frowned upon, especially all seven of them. you'll never learn, will you? guess you’ll just have to be their dark secret.

tags/warnings: intern!reader, poly relationships, stockholm syndrome, age regression, spanking, drug use, sugar daddy au, dubcon, body dysmorphia

taglist: @frieschan, @savagemickey03

Entering the dorms usually felt like home, but this time as you followed Hoseok and Jin inside, everything felt off. The usual sweet smell of melting caramel and vanilla was replaced with bitterness and betrayal. All excitement left your body as you were left face to face with the other members.

You tried to ignore the cage behind them to the best of your abilities.

"Baby, come sit down-" Namjoon patted the couch cushion next to him. His voice sounded sourly condescending as if you were a child who just awoke from a nightmare.

"No, I don't think I will," You crossed your arms and leaned all your weight on one foot- you were truly, and royally, pissed with the entire day. "I want answers before I even think of moving from this doorway."

The men exchanged guilty glances, looking back and forth at each other as if having a silent conversation they didn't want you to hear. What hurt the most was when your eyes landed on Jungkook. The youngest sat crisscrossed on the big comfy chair, avoiding any eye contact. He looked defeated and genuinely remorseful.

As you looked him over, you felt your shoulders relax ever so slightly. What were the chances he was complicit in all of this? He was the one who told Jimin to let you out of the cage after all.

But then, you remembered his smirk. He was entertained this morning. The man you trusted and, dare you say loved, was equally as complicit as the others. He was no saint.

"We really think you should sit down-" As you stared Jimin in the eye, you plopped yourself onto the floor wordlessly. He looked flabbergasted, mouth slightly ajar at your actions, but quickly straightened up from the slightest nudge by Namjoon.

The leader cleared his throat, drawing your attention to him. Namjoon had his jaw clenched, visibly growing annoyed with your actions.

"You're a subordinate. Come here, now."

"Not anymore," you quipped, voice seeping with sass, "I'm not a HYBE employee anymore."

"You're still on the payroll. Come." Namjoon beckoned you over to him with his finger. "Now, little girl."

Before you could stand up, hands grabbed you from under your armpits, lifting you up. Your head turned to the side to see Hoseok's face, calm and stoic as he carried you towards Namjoon. Even though you wanted to kick and squirm your way out of his grasp, you kept your legs and arms crossed with all your strength solely out of spite.

"I'm sat," you said after Hoseok gently sat you down on the couch chase next to Taehyung. Now that you were within arm's reach, Namjoon's serious and slightly pissed demeanor made your cocky confidence waver. With all eyes on you, you became shy and focused your attention on the floor.

"So, we have a... proposition." It was Jimin who broke the silent tension, rubbing his thigh out of nervousness. Looking around, you noticed everyone looking rather nervous and uncomfortable, making you even more curious yet anxious about what they wanted.

"We want you to be our baby."

The room filled with an uncomfortable silence, all eyes on you, awaiting your response. All you could do was stare back at Jimin in utter confusion. Baby? Did they want you to be their girlfriend? That simply wasn't possible.

In front of you were seven Gods, perfectly sculpted from their tireless days exercising and rehearsing. Untouchable, unobtainable; A young girl's fantasy. Ultimately that led to the big question- why you? You were a chubby, plain postgraduate who felt blessed to even be working at the same company as these cultural icons, better yet as their girlfriend.

Your eyes fell to the ground. The breath you had been unknowingly holding in was released, and you let it all out.

"Why would I? Being close to you got me fired. What's in it for me?"

No one seemed to have an answer to your question at first, only glances of reassurance from their other members. Realizing you wouldn't be getting an answer, you stood up to leave the dorm.

"I should-"

"We'd take care of you. You wouldn't be alone. No strings attached." Jungkook arose a short second after you, desperate to keep you from leaving. His hand reached for yours, pulling you back towards him. "Please. Don't leave us. Don't leave me."

Oh, Jungkook, you thought. You could never say no to him, and he knew it.

There was shuffling behind you of bodies and papers. You turned, hand still in Jungkook's, to see a document on the coffee table alongside a pen. 'Document' was to be used lightly- it was a thick packet, almost the size of a novel or dictionary. Squinting, you could barely read the text from where you stood.

"It's just for official purposes and protection. Basically, don't ask, don't tell. Sign it and you can stay. Otherwise, we'll be out of your hair."

Your eyes flickered up from the papers to Yoongi, who up until now remained silent and emotionless. Even he now looked anxious, much different from his usual calm and cool persona. Yoongi was always trustworthy, but for some reason, his reassurance felt off.

"Don't ask? But what about the cage-"

"Don't ask, don't tell." His voice was more forceful than reassuring this time- you were pushing some limits. With a sigh, you gave one look around the room at each of the members. They all looked serious, yet held a glimmer of happiness and hope that you would agree. Everything was a haze in your head- you weren't even sure what was in the contract. You felt an outsider watching as your body knelt on the floor, taking the pen in your hand, and signing on the dotted line.

What did you just sign yourself up for?

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A week had passed before you were assigned any new projects at work. For the past week, you hadn't moved an inch from your bed. No one, not even the guys, had reached out to you during your week-long depression, making you feel even more isolated and dirty.

The early morning commute was quiet and dreary as if everyone else was still in the semi-depression that you just spent the past week in. You'd like to forget everything, like BTS, the document, the drunken party, and just start anew. In a way, you could. At any point, you could decide to put all that behind you and start fresh. But were you really clean?

As you walked through the building, coworkers and colleagues side-eyed you, gossiping amongst themselves. Ah, you thought, everyone still remembered. Everyone knew. So much for starting fresh.

Before you could turn into a bathroom to cry, someone grabbed your hand from behind you, pulling you further down the hallway and into a dark conference room. Once inside, you yanked your hand away and turned to face the one and only Jung Hoseok.

The older man did not look too impressed.

"You're actually fucking kidding me," you said, crossing your arms. "For not supposed to be seeing you, you sure are making yourself present."

"I don't recall asking for sass, y/n." Hoseok was a very cheerful, happy person, but when he was mad, it was a rather frightening scene. You had a feeling you were nearing that breaking point.

"Why have you been ignoring us all week?"

"What?" You exclaimed, not sure what he exactly meant. "You got it wrong, dude. You guys have been ignoring me all week."

"After you left that night, we have been constantly calling and texting you, but you never answered. You made us worried sick."

"I'm pretty certain I..." your voice trailed off as you checked your phone, only to just now notice all the silenced notifications from the past week. A sheepish, guilty smile crept up on your face as you slowly put your phone back into your pocket, avoiding Hoseok's gaze.

"You signed the contract, y/n. You need to follow it."

"I don't even know what's in-" Hoseok firmly grabbed your shoulder, guiding you out of the room before you could finish your sentence. Wordlessly, the two of you exited the building. Though your head was down, you were certain the two of you had passed your boss during your walk of shame. Great.

Neither of you said a word as Hoseok drove to the dorm. He didn't explain anything and didn't elaborate about the contract. All you could do was follow Hobi's lead and hopefully get some sort of explanation.

Once parked, the two of you sat in silence. Hoseok knew you had questions, and waited until you dared to speak. You took a big breath to calm yourself before speaking.

"Can you please tell me what's going on, Hobi?"

At first, you thought Hoseok just ignored you, too preoccupied with his cell phone. Eventually, he lowered the device slightly and looked over at you with a reassuring smile.

"We care for you, y/n. You don't need to worry about anything anymore."

"Oh, my god. Stop being so fucking cryptic!" You threw your head back in exasperation, letting the back of your head hit the headrest. Nothing was making sense, everyone was acting as if they were hiding something, and you seemed to be at the center of everything. If you didn't know any better, you would have guessed that the members of BTS were planning on sacrificing you or something.

The dorm was empty except for Seokjin and Jimin in the kitchen. As soon as the door closed behind you and Hoseok, their heads popped up comically around the corner.

"y/n!" They exclaimed, rushing towards you and engulfing you in a tight embrace. All you could do was just accept it, letting them take your bag from you and usher you into the living room. You remained silent as they gently scolded you for ignoring them, the same general spiel that Hoseok gave you earlier.

Sitting down on the couch, you kept your head down and ignored the three of them. Everything had been so weird recently. Especially now, with Jin and Jimin fussing over you like a mother. You knew they were hiding something, but you just had no proof.

"Can I have some water?" You asked, your throat dry and scratchy from anxiety. Jin and Jimin both went quiet, quickly realizing you weren't listening to a single thing they were saying.

"Of course, baby," Jimin said, excusing himself to go back to the kitchen. Finally, you looked up to meet Seokjin's eyes.

"Why do you care so much about me? Why do I always end up here?" You deadpanned. Seokjin gave you a sad smile before sitting down next to you and pulling you onto his lap. He gently nuzzled the top of your head, cuddling you close.

"Because we love you."

With those words, you felt every part of your body tense up and freeze. Did he say what you think he said? No, it was impossible. Seokjin was known to be blatant for comedic effect, but you had a feeling this wasn't meant to be funny.

You stammered over your words, not entirely sure what to say. Your hands pushed against Jin's chest, trying to escape the hold he had on you, but he had much more strength than you. The older man just held you closer until Jimin came back with your water.

In a sippy cup.

"Is this a joke?" You asked as you bursted out laughing. You looked at Jimin and Seokjin, only to realize they were not laughing with you. Jimin held out the sippy cup towards you, and when you didn't take it quick enough handed it to Jin.

"Where's Hoseok? I bet he would find it funny," you tried to justify the humor you found in the situation, but the two men paid you no mind. Seokjin stood up, gently shifting you onto the couch and placing the sippy cup on your lap. The cup was a translucent pink with musical instruments all over it, except for the clear nipple and the teal handles.

"Come on, we gotta get to the studio," Hoseok said, coming back into the living room with your backpack. You completely forgot that he left with it earlier.

"You mean the place you took me from?" You sassed him, "Why would you bring me here, give me a sippy cup, and then take me back there?"

Everyone ignored you and your questions and focused more on getting prepared to go to work. You looked around the room in search of the hidden camera for whatever prank they were pulling on you. A pair of hands grabbed you and lifted you off the couch. Instinctively, you wiggled and squirmed, but Jin was much stronger than you and held you easily in his grip. Just like a toddler, he held you on the side of his hip. You grasped onto the fabric of his shirt, feeling unsteady at the unfamiliar hold. They were talking to you, but you couldn't comprehend a single word. Whether out of panic or confusion, you didn't know. All you knew was that Seokjin was holding you like a child while walking out of the apartment.

And in your hands remained the sippy cup.

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yoongi the typa guy to ironically say "zoinks" but then it becomes a permanent part of his vocabulary and he cringes every time it automatically creeps out of his mouth

#bts headcanon #yoongi is tots me coded

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first love of late spring - ot7 x reader

chapter seven

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tags/warnings: intern!reader, poly relationships, stockholm syndrome, age regression, spanking, drug use, sugar daddy au, dubcon, body dysmorphia

taglist: @frieschan, @savagemickey03

Pain was the first thing you felt as you slowly gained consciousness. Your head throbbed, and your eyelids still felt heavy. Nothing felt real, almost as if you were still dreaming. You raised your heavy hand to rub your pounding head, only to have your elbow bump into something thin and metal. Curiously, you cracked open an eye.

The lights were dim yet blinding, but you could make out multiple thin, black metal bars to your left. Rubbing your sore eyes, you made a pitiful attempt to sit up. Once you had your bearings did you realize where you were.

You were at BTS' dorm. More importantly, you were in a metal dog cage. You tried to think about how much you drank last night to end up passed out in a dog kennel, but you couldn't remember anything from the night before. Did you really drink that much to blackout?

As you became more aware, you noticed the dog cage was decorated. Multiple blankets were stacked underneath you, with a velvety royal purple one twisted around your legs. There were multiple stuffed animals along the edges, with a giant pink axolotl squishmallow you used as a pillow. Fairy lights were weaved through the bars, softly twinkling in no particular pattern. Looking up, you noticed a pastel rainbow canopy hanging above you. The curtains surrounded the entire cage, making the room look as if there was a rainbow filter over it.

You scavenged about for your phone, not sure where it was amongst the blankets and stuffies. Picking up the squishmallow pillow, you found it resting up by the back of the cage. As you went to grab it, you noticed something just to the right of your phone.

A pacifier.

"What the fuck...?" You asked yourself. Quickly, you grabbed your phone and covered the pacifier back up with the squishmallow. All you could do was sit in absolute confusion, allowing yourself a moment to try to rationalize your situation.

"Ah, good morning," Jimin's voice brought you back to reality. He sat on the couch, and you had to wonder how he got there without you noticing. Was he there the whole time and you just didn't see him?

"What happened last night?" You asked, tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. "It must've been crazy enough for me to end up in a dog kennel."

Jimin laughed gently as he stood up. He walked closer to the cage and bent down so he was at eye level with you.

"You could say that," he smiled, fiddling with the lock on the cage. "Well, you had a bit too much to drink and ended up passing out."

"I can assume that," you said, frustration growing in your voice as you watched him playing with the lock, yet not actively unlocking it. "But what happened? You guys don't even own a dog, why am I in here?"

"You wanted to be in there, remember?" This time Taehyung spoke from the doorway. "You were all excited to sleep in your own little cage, it was cute."

With your mouth agape, you looked back and forth between Jimin and Taehyung, absolutely speechless. There was no way you asked to be put in a cage like an animal. You stumbled on your words, unsure of what exactly to say.

Jungkook slowly walked up next to Taehyung, and you immediately took note of his arrival on the scene.

"Jungkookie!" You called out, but his attention was already on you. "Jimin and Taehyung are being weird."

The maknae chuckled before waving his arm nonchalantly. "Jimin hyung, let her out." Your eyes never left Jungkook- he acted like this was the world's most normal thing, just like Jimin and Taehyung.

Jimin unlocked the cage and swung the door open, allowing you to crawl out. Once you were face-to-face with Jimin, you spoke more urgently and demanded.

"No, something's wrong. What's going on?" You asked, crossing your arms across your chest as you looked around the room at the three men. "Where is everyone else?"

"At the office already. We were just on our way there." Taehyung spoke up, obviously avoiding your first question.

It was strange. The three of them were acting as if this was the most normal thing in the world. But, you could tell they were hiding something; something that they weren't telling you. Even Jungkook, your closest friend and confidant, refused to look you in the eye and held the same smug smirk that the others had. Everything was very confusing- it was like an inside joke they weren't letting you in on.

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"y/n, my office, now."

You did a double take at your supervisor's unusually strict demeanor. Most days you were greeted with a smile and small talk, never an aggressive command. So far, nothing today felt normal.

As you closed the office door, you attempted to ask the boss what the issue was. Before a syllable could escape your mouth, he began questioning.

"You are aware that having an inter-office relationship is unprofessional? Especially one with idols?"

Mouth agape, you weren't sure what to say. At some point, you expected this conversation, but now you really wondered what happened last night to bring it to your boss's attention.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm aware of it, and I will try my best to rectify it." You replied, head deeply bowed partly out of respect, and partly to avoid eye contact. When no response was given, you cautiously looked up.

"Are you, though? Everyone saw you last night, all your coworkers, colleagues, superiors... Everyone. You shouldn't be sorry, you should be ashamed."

Your boss slid his phone across his desk, indicating for you to pick it up.

"Look. Tell me the context of those pictures."

With shaking hands, you took the cell phone off the desk and began inspecting the first photo.

"It's at the bar. I'm sitting on Jung Hoseok's lap...?" You rattled off what you saw, becoming more and more concerned with each photo.

None of this seemed right. You didn't remember a thing, yet these pictures painted a picture of someone that wasn't you. Your boss demanded you scroll to the last photo, voice still stern and furious.

"It, uh, it looks like Kim Seokjin is carrying me out to his car. I'm-" a semi-opaque logo in the bottom right corner caught your eye- Dispatch Korea.

Oh, yikes.

"I think you found the bigger issue here," your superior said smugly, smirking at your shocked face. "You don't have to worry about that bit- our legal team is on good terms with Dispatch's publishing team. They'd be dead in the water if they posted that.

"Nevertheless, your antics could have potentially ruined this company. Don't interact with the talent anymore. You're on desk duty."

The pit in your stomach worsened as you sat down in your cubicle. Not a single one of your coworkers greeted you- in fact, they walked a bit quicker past your desk than usual. Everyone must have known at this point.

You opened your laptop to your workspace, but not a single assignment, goal, or job was listed on Jandi. Essentially, you were on paid administrative leave. Closing your laptop, you quickly packed up your things before leaving the office. As you walked through the halls, people stopped in their tracks at the sight of you, looking wide-eyed as they saw the talk of the office in person.

Rain poured down towards the ground as you opened the lobby door. Of course, it was pouring rain today. You checked the balance on your T Money card in hopes of taking the bus home, only to be met with an insufficient balance. Just your luck, you thought. Walking it was, then.

By the time you arrived at your apartment, you couldn't distinguish the tears from the raindrops on your face. Your apartment was freezing cold and you were soaking wet- immediately you began to get changed into warmer, dryer clothes before settling into bed for a sob.

You stared out the window your bed was next to, letting the thunder and raindrops racing each other on the window lessen your sobs, eventually lulling you into a comforting sleep.

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The sound of a blender startled you awake. You quickly sat up, your eyes falling upon no other than Kim Seokjin. Letting out a sigh of relief, you relaxed back, only to then notice Hoseok laying in bed next to you.

"Oh, Jesus!" You nearly had a heart attack at Hoseok's close presence, grasping at your own chest.

"Not Jesus, just Hobi," He said with a silly smile, pulling you down so you were laying on top of him. Your muscles tensed at first, only to then give in and relax against his muscular figure.

"What are you even doing here? Weren't you told not to see me anymore?"

"Does it look like we care?" Seokjin asked, not once looking up from his cooking in your tiny kitchen. "Besides, we basically own and operate this country. We do what we want."

"You might, but I don't. I basically got fired today indefinitely because of you."

You glared daggers toward Seokjin as Hoseok gently rubbed your back. His kind touch only made you feel angrier, resulting in you violently throwing yourself away from him.

Finally, Seokjin looked over at you. You leaned against the corner of the walls while sitting cross-legged on the bed, arms crossed and an angry, annoyed expression on your face.

"Do you not care about my life at all? Am I just something for you to play with? I woke up in a cage this morning, for God's sake, and no one is telling me anything!"

Hoseok was about to speak up, but Jin beat him to it.

"I can see you're experiencing some big feelings right now. We'll talk more back at the dorms once we're done with our snack."

All you could do was stare at him with a confused look on your face. Nothing was making sense today.

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my house of stone, your ivy grows - yoongi x reader

chapter eighteen table of contents masterlist join the taglist discord

tags/warnings: mafia au, kidnapping, daddy dom!yoongi, smut, autistic!reader, spanking, stockholm syndrome, little!jimin, vminhope, drug mention, namjin, fluff, domestic discipline

taglist: @allamericanuniverse @llallaaa, @frieschan

“We’re going back to Seoul,” Yoongi said, dragging Kiwo up the trail and back towards the house. The others exchanged frantic glances as they slowly calmed down from their previous panic.

The rage, the fear, and the panic Yoongi felt at that moment were enough to confirm his theory- Kiwo was not ready to be independent yet.

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The front door slowly creaked open. Kiwo’s head ripped around to face the door- and the person cautiously peeked in. As her eyes landed on him, her heart stopped. Kiwo bit her lip, but couldn’t help but tear up. She quickly ran to him, crying tears of happiness.

The room filled with coos as Kiwo jumped into Yoongi’s arms, sobbing loudly as he held her.

“Why is she..?” Jimin started to ask, his own eyes tearing up. He was thoroughly confused at the sight- Kiwo was supposed to be happy that Yoongi was home, not sad.

“Happy tears, love,” Seokjin said, “Happy tears.”

The two walked over to the couch, Yoongi sitting down with Kiwo still tightly latched onto him. He closed his eyes as he laid back, feeling exhausted from the hours-long drive. Cries faded into sniffles, and as things calmed down from the reunion, Jimin deemed it the perfect opportunity to remind everyone of the day’s plans.

”Are we still gonna go on a nature walk?” He asked, looking around the room. Silent conversations were held as they looked back and forth at each other, not sure exactly what to say.

“Once I’ve had time to rest, then we can all go,” Yoongi was the one who replied first. Gently, he nudged Hoseok, who promptly gave up his seat next to Yoongi on the couch. Yoongi lay down across it, holding Kiwo closely on top of him.

Jimin furrowed his brows, not liking the implications. “But you nap for hours! I wanna go now!”

”Jimin-” Hoseok started empathetically until Yoongi cut him off.

“Just 30 minutes. Count them.”

Jimin began to obnoxiously count upwards, walking upstairs while still yelling out numbers. Yoongi smirked and closed his eyes.

“Thanks, hyung. Now he’s never going to shut up until then.” Hoseok crossed his arms, annoyed at the older’s suggestion.

“Do you really think he can count that high?”

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“1,800! Come on, Yoongi hyung!” Jimin ran down the stairs, only to be met with everyone already at the front door. Seokjin was bent down, tying up Kiwo’s shoes.

At Taehyung’s command, Jimin began frantically grabbing his coat and shoes. The air was chill, likely the last good weather day of the season. Winter was fast approaching, and snow would fall any day now.

Kiwo was all bundled up as if the temperatures had already fallen below freezing- Yoongi made sure the girl had on a cute pink hat and matching mittens. Previously she had on a scarf, but after a minor meltdown over feeling suffocated, Yoongi decided not to fight that specific battle.

“Daddy,” Kiwo whined out, stomping her feet. “They hurt!”

“They’re just mittens, doll. You’ll live.”

“But they-“ Before Kiwo could finish, Yoongi bent down and harshly removed the mittens from her hands. He lightly swatted her hand, scolding her.

“You will not act like a brat on our walk, got it?” Kiwo did not acknowledge Yoongi, simply staring at Jin as he opened the door.

A grin grew on Jimin’s face as he came up with a plan. He ran past everyone else towards the water, calling out to Kiwo ‘I’ll beat you there!’

Before Yoongi could tell her no, she wasn’t allowed to run ahead of them, Kiwo was already running quickly behind Jimin. The boy was much taller and faster and reached the shore before Kiwo was even halfway down the hill. Everyone watched as Kiwo stopped in her tracks as Jimin began to laugh and tease her for losing.

“It’s okay, Kiwo. It wasn’t a fair race,” Namjoon consoled the little as they approached her. She still stood frozen in the path, not moving or speaking. As they got closer, Yoongi went to pick the girl up, only to have her make a sudden break for the forest to the left of them.

“God- Kiwo!” Yoongi yelled, dropping her mittens and running after her.

Kiwo ran with all the energy she could muster. Freedom was all she was thinking about as she tried to lose Yoongi in the thin forest. If she could only run quickly and yell loud enough, someone would be bound to hear her.

Standing alone, facing the vast ocean made something snap in her. She didn’t belong here- she was kidnapped. Oftentimes it felt like she forgot that she was technically a missing person since she wasn’t being tortured or killed. The ocean was so beautiful- Kiwo had never seen it before coming to Korea. In a backward way, it reminded her of home, where she wanted to be.

So, she ran. Her chest ached, her legs tingled, and her breath hitched with every stride, but she never stopped running. Kiwo didn’t know if she was screaming or not- she thought she was, but couldn’t hear a single thing.

She was going home.

All Kiwo could think of was going home to see all her friends, and have a giant reunion with as much alcohol they could fathom. Be an adult. Her first adventure into adulthood was squashed with Yoongi’s whole baby act, and she wanted to be big again. While she liked it, her brain knew it was sick and twisted. Yoongi was basically a pedophile.

Kiwo turned her head to look back. To her surprise, no one was behind her. Her fast-paced run slowed as she realized no one was chasing after her, allowing her to catch her breath. No one had run after her.

Looking around, Kiwo really couldn’t see anything. The terrain was turning more mountainous, which she didn’t feel like climbing. Not wanting to go back, she stayed where she was, sitting on the cold ground.

Time passed, and Kiwo kept her eyes wide open. She looked in all directions to try and see if someone would find her. It felt like hours, and the sky was slowly darkening with what looked to be an incoming storm. Kiwo curled in on herself at the thought of being lost in the woods while it was raining.

Left with only her thoughts, she began second-guessing her decisions. Yoongi wasn’t dangerous- or, wasn’t dangerous towards her. He was the closest relation she ever had, and in reality, she really, really found him attractive. Who in their right mind runs away from a hot man that wants you to be with them? Maybe, Kiwo thought, she was just an idiot.

A raindrop fell onto the top of her head.

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It had been three hours since Namjoon and Yoongi searched for Kiwo. Rain began to steadily fall, making the ground muddy and hard to walk in. After the first hour, their anxieties turned into anger at Kiwo’s actions. She had it so good, why would she run from it?

“This is the last time I let her outside, I swear to God,” Yoongi yelled over to Namjoon, who canvassed the area roughly 50 yards to Yoongi’s right. “When we find her-”

”Over there!” Namjoon yelled, briefly pointing to the right before sprinting towards Kiwo. Yoongi quickly followed his lead, just barely making out the bright white color of her jacket through the pouring rain.

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twinkle - ot7 x reader

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summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

taglist: @0funsite0, @frieschan

a/n: this chapter is more of a one-shot update i wrote 4-5 years after posting the first chapter

Ophelia was happy. All she knew was that she had her Daddies, and that she was finally safe. Those years of fending for herself were over, as she had seven caretaker tending to her every want and need.

She recently developed a very nasty and long cold. Daddies moved a mattress down into the living room so they could keep an eye on her. At least two of them, usually Seokjin and Jimin, would sleep on the couches, and sometimes Namjoon or Hoseok would sleep on the mattress with her.

Currently, Ophelia was laying down on the mattress, drinking a bottle full of juice and watching whatever anime Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung were watching. It was very rare that Ophelia ever got juice, and was savoring every second of the fruit punch taste. She played with the nipple of the bottle as she watched what appeared to be vampires on the TV fight with swords and magic.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Jin walked over to Ophelia, already hearing the wheezing sounds from her nose before he even got next to her. Ophelia didn't reply, only staring back at Jin with watery eyes. "Oh, honey."

"You might have to take her to Jackson-hyung," Jimin spoke up, "poor thing's been wiping her nose all day and coughing more than usual."

"That's what I had planned," Jin replied, taking the bottle away from Ophelia and replacing it with a pacifier. "He arranged to meet us at his office at noon today to see Ophelia."

It was already 10:30, and the drive into Seoul would be just over an hour, so Seokjin had to get Ophelia ready quick. It would be him and Namjoon taking her to the hospital to see Doctor Jackson and get her sinus issues checked out.

Seokjin placed Ophelia on his hip, and she immediately buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"Bunny..." she mumbled, reaching a hand out towards Jungkook. Seokjin chuckled at how she was mimicking their nickname for Jungkook. She was just too adorable.

"No, no, baby. No bunny right now," Seokjin told the little, "We have to make sure you're healthy before you can have your bunny."

Ophelia pouted behind the pink pacifier in her mouth, and reached a hand out to Jungkook as Seokjin took her away. Jungkook playfully reached a hand out towards Ophelia in return, mimicking her sad pout as well.

Throughout the years, Jungkook and Ophelia grew a special bond. Jungkook was the youngest Daddy, who did more play than discipline. Ophelia liked the he treated her as an equal almost, and loved that he always took her side whenever she was in trouble. 'She's just a baby,' he would say, 'She doesn't know any better.'

Seokjin took Ophelia out to the car, where Namjoon was already waiting in the passenger seat. Seokjin placed the little in her carseat and strapped her in snug. In the front seat, Namjoon reached into the center console for her iPad, unlocking it and turning on the YouTube Kids app.

"Here you go, Lia," Namjoon said. After a minuscule moment of silence, Seokjin looked at Ophelia in the rearview window.

"Ophelia," the girl in question shot her head up with wide eyes. She wasn't used to being called her legal name, unless she was in trouble. "Daddy just gave you that to play with. What do you say?"

"Thank you, Daddy." Ophelia said, but from behind the pacifier it sounded more like 'Tank chu 'addy'.

The car ride was mild at best. The only noise was from the cutesy songs coming from Ophelia's iPad (as well as the voices of Russian children, a weird and new part of YouTube that Ophelia has explored). Namjoon and Seokjin caught each other up on Ophelia's symptoms so they were on the same page at her appointment. The car came to a stop outside of Seoul National University Hospital, and Ophelia began to fuss and become distressed at the sight of the building.

"Li li, it's okay," Namjoon said, turning around in his seat. "It's only for a few minutes, trust me."

Namjoon got out first and took Ophelia into his arms. He pulled her hood up as the breeze picked up, making the air slightly chilly. The three walked in through doors, and Lia was surprised to see very few people throughout the halls. She assumed the hospital would be filled with people and noise, but it was rather calming.

They eventually entered a room where a man in a white coat was standing near a door on the opposite side of the room.

"Jackson!" Seokjin smiled at the man, "It's so nice of you to do this for us."

"No problem at all," Jackson said, eventually locking eyes with Ophelia. She immediately turned to hide in Namjoon's shoulder, who only ran a hand through her hair in return.

"Oh my god, you guys. She is just the cutest thing," Jackson said in awe. He walked over to get a better look at Ophelia. "Hi, there. What's your name, sweetheart."

Ophelia attempted to nearly merge into Namjoon, wanting to get away from the stranger named Jackson. She didn't want to talk to him, see him, or let him touch her. He was scary.

"Someone's just a little shy," Namjoon said, patting Ophelia's diapered bum. "This is Ophelia."

Ophelia was sat on a cold hospital bed as Namjoon and Seokjin sat in the chairs next to her. She immediately reached out to be held by them, but Namjoon wasn't sure if she would be allowed on his lap during her examination. He reached a hand out to hold Ophelia's, and that seemed to calm her nerves enough.

"Okay, so I heard the little one has a bit of a sinus issue," Jackson said with a smile, "What exactly is she experiencing? A runny nose? Congestion?"

"She's had a constant runny nose, and every time she blows it there's blood and a lot of mucus. She also has been wheezing a lot, like she almost can't breathe through her nose with how congested she is." Seokjin looked over at the little, who was pulling her hoodie strings to hide her face in her hood.

"Oh, and she's had a major headache and cough, too." Namjoon added on.

Jackson hummed as he typed on his computer. "And how long has this been going on?"

"The runny nose? At least two months. The cough and headache just started recently." Namjoon replied as he reached out to pull the hood off from around Ophelia's face. She whined and kicked her feet in protest. Jackson seemed to pick up on her discomfort.

"How about you put her on your lap while I check her nose and such?"

Ophelia immediately reached out to be picked up by Namjoon. He held her on his lap while putting his hands over her's, forcing them to remain in her lap. Jackson approached them with a little black magnifying glass type device, and instructed Ophelia to stay 'extra super still' while he looked in her nose.

"Yup, it's definitely dry and inflamed. Nothing some nasal spray can't fix, thought." Jackson said, throwing away the tip of the tool.

Ophelia sat in her car seat sucking on the green apple lollipop Jackson had given her. She had a wide smile and giggled as they drove away.

"Well, baby, how about we get you some McDonald's for being so good?" Seokjin asked, already knowing the answer.

"MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS!" Namjoon chanted from the passenger side, causing Ophelia to giggle harder.

"Can we get Bunny McDonald's, too?"

"Of course we can, honey."

Ophelia had the best Daddies.

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