Bite Me

Bite Me

A/N: I have no fucking clue what to title this, it's just Renfield x Reader cause i just watched it and brain went brrrr. Also such a funny movie, 10/10 recommend if gore/violence doesn’t bother you cause Dracula and shit. so many tags TT

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Sitting in Mulates with a cup of coffee and your laptop, you sighed. Robert was supposed to have met up with you over an hour ago. It wasn’t uncommon for him to vanish for hours upon hours at a time only to show up looking ruffled and frantic as he panted for breath clearly having ran from wherever he was. But this was pushing a new record, the waitress giving you a knowing look as you popped your back and cracked your neck. 

“Just the bill please, thanks.”, you sighed once more as the waitress walked off for your bill. 

The door slamming open made you jump as you turned to look at what the disturbance was, Renfield sprinting through the tables to reach your side with his usual messy hair. He gathered you into a tight hug as you huffed at him.

“You almost made a new record for how late you are for dates, Renny.”

The nickname made him smile sheepishly as he met your annoyed gaze, your own softening at his genuine guilt. He nodded and pulled you to the door as you frantically dropped the cash onto the table you were sat at.

“I know, I know. I am sorry for making you wait, Y/N. I attended that meeting last minute.”

You hummed in thought and let him drag you to a drab and downright sketchy studio apartment building a little more than halfway across town. The sign blinked at you with its last letters as you stumbled up the stairs, Renfields smile growing as you neared an apartment on the corner of the floor. Birds chirped their goodbyes as you walked into the air conditioned space with yet another sigh, your clammy hand slipping from Roberts as you toured the small and obviously recently cleaned area. The bright orange, green and pink trimmed walls hurt your eyes before you got used to it, the motivational posters stuck all over the walls making you smile at Renfield as he gave you a vibrant one in return.

“Renny it looks great. I thought you were staying with your grandmother though? Will she be okay on her own?”

Robert nodded and wrapped his arms around your waist, his bright yellow and orange jacket falling like a blanket around you as he towered above your frame. A kiss landed on the top of your head as he chuckled. 

“She will be quite alright. I have made sure she is settled in and comfortable to be on her own while I’m away.”

You nodded to him as you left his hold to wander the small space some more, your eyes roaming the posters and landing on a book that lay on the bedside-table. 

“What in the- Renny! I thought you said you quit that job!”, you huffed at him in exasperation as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Well I was going to, but something came up and I didn’t have the chance. I’ll quit soon, I promise. It’s just complicated.” 

“I know Renny but you have more power now, that asshole boss of yours isn’t here to stop you from sending in a letter of resignation.”

He shook his head as he shushed you, his arms wrapping around you again as he shook slightly against you. Your eyes closed as you relaxed in his hold, his breathing calming as yours did. Turning your head to admire his features, you smiled. He had this boyish charm about him with the aura of danger and desperation. It was so uniquely Renfield that you smiled brighter. He caught onto your smile as he looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, his finger booping your nose. Going cross-eyed involuntarily, you giggled at him. 

“Renny why~! You know I go cross-eyed every time! It’s not fun.”, you pouted up at the laughing man as he ruffled your hair. 

He acknowledged your statement with confirmation that yeah he did know, but his eyes stayed trained on your pouted lips as you blinked at him innocently. Quickly leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss, you let out a gasp as he pulled you even closer. 

Getting lost in the kiss, neither of you noticed the door opening slowly as a polished black shoe stepped through the frame dramatically.  

“Marvelous attire, very colourful.”, a voice droned from the door as you parted from the kiss to catch a glimpse of a pale man in a sparkly suit before Renfield pushed you into the adjoining room frantically, his eyes panicked and holding desperation as he shut the door on you. 

The voice carried through the door as you pressed your ear against it in an attempt to hear if Robert was alright, “You look like the kind of boy who has to fight ‘em off!”

A wheeze laughed followed as Renfields hesitant laugh filtered through, making you tense against the door, 

“So I suppose that’s a “no” for you bringing me my dinner tonight, hmmm?”

“A no? No.”, Roberts voice was clearly terrified of the idea behind saying no to whoever this sparkly pale dude was. 

“Nooo?”, it was drawn out sarcastically and almost mockingly.

“No, not a no.”

“No not mm?”, the man drawled as he took an audible sip of something.

“Uhm...Yes. Big yes to dinner!”, you could hear the over-exaggerated enthusiasm behind Roberts voice as he struggled to please whoever that man was, “A feast. A full feast, Master. In fact, I’m so glad you’re here...”

You could hear pacing and clinking as he busied himself with one thing or another as he stalled for an excuse.

“I was actually on my way to see you!”, the clinking got more frantic.

“Oh you were on your waaaaay.”, the disappointment and judgement was clear in the drawl of the man’s voice.

“Yes but I had uhm, too many bodies.”

“Oh you-you have bodies hm?”, the mocking was at full force as Renfield stumbled through his sentences while your confusion grew rapidly.

“Too- too many!”, the clinking gained speed with his voice, “So many bodies that I couldn't carry them all! You should have seen it.”

He paced over to the door, mouthing a silent apology as he opened it to glance at you briefly to busy himself anxiously. A disbelieving “Mhm” meeting your ears.

“You see the problem is, my back has really been playing up! Anyway, the plan is to rent a U-Haul and that way I’ll be able to get all the bodies...”

His entire sentence was backed by even more sarcastic “Mhmm”’s as you peeked through a small crack in the door. 

“You know what? It’s so silly but you don’t have to worry, um, and I-I won’t bother you my- my problems.”, Renfield's shrug and self pitying laugh made you furrow your eyebrows as you watched.

“No, no~”, the sparkly dressed man stood slowly as he spoke, “Please, tell me all about your problems.”

The ‘please’ was backed with a growl as Renfield stood with lowered shoulders, hoping to avoid whatever was coming his way as ‘problems’ was emphasised with hatred.

You burst from the room to stand next to Renfield as the pale man paused in his stride to eye you up and down as Robert pulled you close to hide you from view even as you peaked from around his arm to watch the man carefully. 

“Tell me all about the gun-wielding criminals who came after you for killing their men because you were protecting so-called innocent people.”

The way he spoke his last two words was bone chilling as his clawed hand extended towards your lover with an almost threatening flick as his hand rested on his hip behind his back. 

“I’m-I’m sorry.”, Renfield spoke softly and hesitantly, his arms pushing you back further as he shifted in place, “I’m sorry Master, I never meant to hurt you.”

“Hurt me?”, the eyebrow raises the man gave were almost comical if not for the promise of pain written in his jagged smile and dead eyes as he let out a wheezed chuckle, “Are you actually suggesting that anything you could do would hurt...me?!” 

HIs voice raised as he threw the vase of flowers to the ground with a loud smash to match his raised voice as Renfield raised his hands to his hips in an attempt to non-verbally console the man as he stuttered through an apology.

“No. No no no no no no, Master, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean... I didn’t mean that.”

He was nearly cut off in his apology as he grabbed your hand for moral support while you watched the man comb his greasy hair back from his forehead with a disgusting smile. 

“No, no. It’s alright- it’s alright. It’s alright.”

“Really-?”

“No, it’s, yeah.”, he finished combing his hair and held out a placating hand towards the two of you, “Let me explain something to you, okay?”

The ‘okay’ left an uneasy feeling in your stomach as he toned it like he was talking to a child. His hand pointing dramatically with each word,

“I was wrong about you. I should’ve realized what you were capable of when you were so eager to join me.”

His menacing steps forward caused Renfield to step back with a worried expression, your feet matching his movements as you backed away slowly from the approaching man. 

“I don’t think I was eager,”, Robert looked down in contemplation with eyebrows furrowed further, “I think that you caught me at a low moment and you maybe manipulated me too.”

“No, no no, no, no...”

The sparkly dressed pale man furrowed his own eyebrows in confusion as Renfield continued on his explanation before his denial clashed with Roberts sentences. 

“And you just caught me at a low moment, and used some of your power...”

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! I use my power for a lot of things, but I didn’t need to use it on you. You were a lawyer who wanted to get rich off a real-estate deal. You’re the one who used me!” 

Renfield cowered slightly to the side to block you fully from the mans view as he continued his degrading.

“You used my power because you were a husk! An empty void that nothing can fill. The only thing that gave your life meaning was my power! The power you used to bring me victims while you pretended to be one yourself!”

His voice raised to a shout as you glanced up at Renfields face, his eyes full of tears as he listened. Roberts eyes closed with a shaky nod as he swallowed harshly, his hand squeezing yours tightly as the pale man sighed loudly.

“However, I am the real victim here! I am the one you swore to protect! And you...”, his breathing grew rough and loud as he glanced at you with narrowed eyes, seething with anger. “Abandoned ME!”

The clenched fists of the man made you tremble and grasp at the back of Renfields jacket tighter as he shook his head again, his voice soft and full of tears.

“No. That’s not true.”

The man leaned in with a mocking smirk, “Just like you abandoned your wife and your daughter.”

The smug look you caught on the mans face while he placed a clawed finger on his lips made you seethe. He was getting off on humiliating your lover and for what? Some kind of power trip he only got from Renfield? You tugged on Roberts jacket slightly as he looked down with more tears in his eyes.

“That’s not... I didn’t...I didn’t abandon them.”, he whimpered slightly through his sentence, grip getting tighter on your hand.

“Look into your own eyes, Renfield. You’re the monster, Renfield, not me.”

Robert shook his violently as he made eye contact fleetingly with the man, his sharp-topped finger pointing at him mockingly and almost proud, 

“It’s you.”

“No. No.”, Renfields hands shook as he let go of yours to point back at the man, “That’s enough.”

Robert took slight steps around you, making sure you were still protected by his body even though the man's eyes scanned you up and down like he could see every memory you had. Renfield walked back to stand in front of you as the greasy haired man panted from his anger, his eyebrows furrowing in pure confusion as Robert held up the book in front of him. “How To Defend Yourself Against A Narcissist” held between the three of you in a defensive position.

“What?”, the pale man voiced his confusion over the book held in shaky hands as you grasped the back of Roberts jacket. 

Renfield sighed and opened the book with shaking hands, the pages sticking together as he fought to open the book to a specific page, the other man’s confusion palpable as he leaned forward to see exactly what was happening. 

“I will no longer tolerate abuse.”, Renfields shaky voice filled the confused silence as he stood straighter. 

The man laughed hysterically, his back bending from the disbelief of what he heard and the strong laughter.

“Stop laughing.”, Renfield mumbled grumpily as he flicked through to another page, “I deserve love.”

Roberts “Master” raised an eyebrow at the statement, his eyes flickering towards you and back to Renfield as though connecting something in his head. 

“I deserve happiness.” Robert was sure in his statement, his tears clearly subsiding as he spoke stronger only to be shut down again.

“You deserve only suffering!”

Renfield let out a shaky sigh as he flipped to a new page, taking slow steps back as you followed, “Uhm, I know being undead, it’s a painful existence, it is, and I empathize with your pain.”

He gestured lightly with an expression one could only consider as empathy. The man gestures back as he continues approaching the two of you, his disdain extremely clear on his face and his words.

“Oh please. Illuminate me. Let me learn from you. I will find everyone you have ever loved and I will drain them. I will reduce this...this...”

Renfield continued backing up with you, his body lowering in a cower, “S-Studio apartment?”

“Studio apartment until it’s ash!”

“Uh, uh...”, Roberts back hit your chest with a light thud as you got cornered easily, your hand finding his biceps as the pale guy kept approaching while you both looked around in realization of your positioning, “Affirmations. Affirmations.” 

The man snarled down at you as you both shrunk closer to the ground in an effort to get away from the enclosed space and intimidating aura. 

Renfields head snapped from the pages to look up at the man and back down again repeatedly, “Uh, I’m enough. Uhm, I deserve some happiness.”

His fingers trailed over the pages as he flipped them, “There is some other stuff I have to say...”

The frantic boys page flipping was interrupted by the man as he ripped the book from his shaking hands with a snarl, “Who put these ideas in your head?”

Renfield cowered further into you as he flipped the book around in his clawed hands, eyes finding the stamp of the church on the back of it. A light growl left his mouth between pointed teeth as he snarled down at you both, his hand reaching behind Robert to pull you from behind him easily. A gasp left you as he held you against his chest, his claw pressing against your chest as he stared down Renfield.

“Of course.”, he chucked the book at Renfields head as he covered it with his hands in fear as he stared at the ground. “The church.”

Renfield looked up in fear, meeting your terrified eyes as he shook in his spot, “Let her go, she’s not a church goer. She’s atheist! Perhaps even a little spiritual! She practices witchcraft in her spare time if she feels like it!”

A growl left him as his claw lowered and pierced through your stomach, your eyes widening in pain as blood trickled from the wound. Robert sat up in fear, his eyes pleading with the man as his cold eyes watched Renfields every move. 

“Bring me my dinner by tomorrow or she won’t live to see it. Only I can awaken her now, act fast Renfield. You wanted to be the good guy so go ahead and play the good guy. You have until Midnight tomorrow or I’ll come back and finish her off.”

A gust of wind filled the apartment and you fell to the ground unconscious, your blood soaking into carpet as Renfield cradled your head carefully,

“I’ll be the hero just for you, Y/N. No matter what it takes.”

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A/N: I’m not very proud of the ending or the full thing in general, it was so much better in my head and a lot less repetitive and much more reader involved... kinda happy with it though. lemme know what you thought? 

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Tragic, Really.

A/N: Inspired by @hoseokhasmyheartxx and @orchidyoonkook because Yoon sent the post that @hoseokhasmyheartxx reblogged about a quote: "I know baby, I know." (Condescendingly). And this was born. No idea who the original poster is, the reblog rabbit hole went too far for me to keep looking.

-CW: Violence and kinda gorey, read at your own discretion.

-Hoseok x Reader, almost yandere (probably full yandere hoseok)

This took a fairly dark turn. Enjoy?

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“I know baby, I know.”

His voice was overly sweet. Condescending. His large hands pressed roughly into your side, the stab wound gushing as he released pressure to draw a line of your own blood over your cheek. It didn’t start like this… he had been the sweetest, most attentive and caring boyfriend in the world. But when Yoongi started spending time with you, something changed. He became quicker to anger, he pulled you closer with more force than necessary, kissed you in front of Yoongi for no reason. He had changed overnight and now you were here, laying on the floor beside Yoongi, Hoseok hovering over you with his normal joyful smile.

Your head shook from left to right, legs pushing you away from his crazed smile and harsh touch. He tsked and looked like you had shot his dog, his eyes watering before he grabbed you around the waist, pressed his thumb into your wound and pulled you back. The only difference now was he had settled over your thighs, not just leaning over you from your side.

Tears tracked down your bloody cheeks, eyes dancing from Yoongi to Hoseok, his smile still firmly in place. Your struggle resumed despite the sharp pains it caused, his thighs tightening around yours as he pressed your wound harder, reaching behind him to grab a discarded bottle of Soju that had been involved earlier in a drinking game. Your eyes caught the shine of the glass, head shaking side to side in denial even though you knew exactly what he was about to do. His disappointed tsking made you freeze, eyes trained on the hand holding the bottle of alcohol. The tilt of the bottle tensed your stomach, pain pulling a strained cry from your raw throat. The liquid hitting your wound and pooling in it caused a burning sensation to spread through your body, the dried blood around it flaking as a new source of wetness pulled it from its new place on your skin.

Screaming at the added pain, you saw Hoseok frown through hooded and blurry eyes, his smile somehow bigger as he watched you writhe. His hand tilted again, the Soju burning an imaginary hole through the existing one in your side. You thought watching Hoseok change so drastically was the worst pain you had ever felt, but as he took a few sips from the bottle and chucked against the wall before he leaned down to your ear, plush lips brushing it lightly, you realized whatever happened next would be even worse than losing your brother.

“This could have been avoided, Y/N. How could you do this to me?! You left me for him. Your attention wasn’t mine. I had to do it. You understand, right? Of course you do! You love me~!”

His whisper sent rough shivers through your body, his hand pressing against your wound again. You coughed violently, blood spilling past your lips as you struggled to breathe. A new, duller and redder shine caught your eye as you spoke roughly.

“He’s my brother! I couldn't-”, you coughed again, watching the shine become clearer in your blurred vision, “I couldn’t just abandon my family for you!”

A growl left him. Your pulse quickened against his lips as he trailed them down your neck. His hand raised above you as the shine grabbed your attention once more. The knife. There was nothing you could do, even if you were afraid. You couldn’t be scared to death, you were right on the brink of it anyways. So as his hand raised, his monologue continuing, you closed your eyes and waited for the greatest pain of your life. Being killed by the one man you had loved more than anything. The knife pierced your chest with a dull thump, your body lurching as you coughed up more blood. You could feel his eyes as he watched the blood drip down the edges of your jaw, his laughter filling the space as he pulled the knife back only to plunge it back in moments later.

“If even I can’t have you, then no one will. Not ever. Tragic, really. How you thought you could get away with it!”, his voice raised with a new arc or the knife, your body jerking upwards again.

His voice faded slowly, his laughter following stabs of the knife as he traced his other hand over your body. Seeing a light behind your eyes, you smiled. As much as you loved him, the man above you was no longer him. It never would be. For after you let the warmth of the light take you in its embrace, he had let himself go after you, following you to be with you, even in death. In some ways, the news article that would be released days later was accurate. He had gone insane. And you had struggled. But in the eyes of the public, you died as lovers. Hoseok was not your lover at that moment. He had simply been Jung Hoseok. Kind man gone insane.

Protection Comes At A Cost

A/N: For the wonderful and overly sweet, @orchidyoonkook. It's.... dark ish.... but still your concept and I hope it satisfies your craving for a complete fic even though its a oneshot.

-CEO!Jungkook x Bodyguard!Reader (reversed bodyguard!jk because brain said no, hope its okay still though)

-violence and confusion from my brain. This got sad... and is very fast-paced. curse you, brain

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You followed him like a shadow, his safety your only goal as he walked through the streets in his expensive suit with his bouncy, fluffy and downright sinful hair. Your job was simple. Protect Jeon Jungkook at all costs. Easier said than done as he went around town doing the stupidest things. Just last week he had pulled you by your bulletproof vest to watch a drug exchange in the dark alleyway behind a hotel near his office. The men hadn’t noticed your intrusion until Jungkook had laughed at something they said, leading the two of you to be searched for weapons, your silenced pistol and throwing knives being removed from your person as Jungkook was robbed of the money he had in his wallet. 

Attempting to negotiate your way out of the situation led to Jungkook being held back while you were kicked and stomped on until your breaths came out wheezed as blood pooled around your outstretched hand that had been stabbed in the hustle of the whole thing. Your training kicked in soon after and you had taken them down one by one as Jungkook sat and watched you beat the life out of men who had almost done the same to you. Your hand ached further afterwards but broken ribs and a stabbed hand were the least of your worries when Jungkook grunted in pain. At this point in your career as his bodyguard, you had learnt his different noises. This one, even to the untrained ear, was clearly pained. And it made sense when you turned to him after strangling a man with his shoelace to see him holding a bullet wound in his leg. 

The event led to physical therapy for your hand and a large scar running across the inside of it while Jungkook limped through his building with his usual smile and waves. Your paid leave for healing was boring in short, your days filled with Youtube and some Netflix while praying that your boss just stayed within the safety of his building until you were cleared to go back. Your co-workers told you he had done just that, staying in the building except to leave with a group of 6 following him closely. Your relationship with the other 6 was not unknown as you frequently… entangled in the throes of desire with them. Jungkook knew of those days, he always knew everything about you somehow. It never surprised you. He had to keep his tabs on employees to be sure they were being legal and not doing anything dumb. One of these nights is what he approached you with on your return.

“Y/N. My lovely bodyguard and personal assassin~ You see, I’ve been keeping tabs on my guards as always and it’s been made blatantly clear that you’ve been indulging in sexual behaviors with the others. I have no issue with this, just so you’re aware. I’m very glad you’re relieving yourself in that way.”, his jealousy and nervous tone seeped through your ears as his small boyish smile lit up his face, “All I ask is that you don’t do those things in the guard room… with security cameras…”

He chuckled anxiously as he turned his laptop to face you, your own ass being shown to you with the one and only Min Yoongi, hacker and bodyguard, pounding into you. Your face turned red as you coughed, his eyes avoiding yours as you deleted the footage. 

“I am so sorry, Mr. Jeon. It won’t happen again. You have my word. I’m truly sorry you had to see that.”

He mumbled his acceptance with something that suspiciously sounded like ‘I’m not’. Shaking it off, you turned to leave the room, not having to be in the same room constantly when he was secure and very safe. People passed your station with nods and brief conversation of how your hand was doing. “Fine, just stiff.” was your response to everyone who had asked you until your beloved break. 

Entering the guard room was always fun but having that security footage in your mind was making it slightly less fun. The boys greeted you with enthusiasm as always, Yoongi and Seokjin on their breaks with you. Conversation turned from topic to topic as you ate in peace, a smile on your face for the first time that day that wasn’t forced as you relaxed with your friends… with benefits. The truth was, you hated Jeon Jungkook. His cocky smiles and walk made you seethe and the events of the alley made you hate him more. He had caused so many sticky situations for the two of you that you just couldn’t stand him anymore. At first you had enjoyed your work around him but he got more confidence, more money and more stupidity. It evolved enough for you to hate him. And to think you had a crush on him when you started as an intern in business. Bodyguarding, if that’s what you called it, was much more suited to your strengths in the end when you stopped a pickpocket with a blink of an eye, Jungkook not even noticing the old man attached to his pocket. That was the turning point of your crush. If he could be so distant from his body and not feel that, how in the hell would he handle a relationship? The continual decline in his competence in your mind left quickly. It wasn’t difficult to live with though, his constant attention for everyone else giving you reprieve from it until you were alone with him. 

A stab wound was not all you were willing to take to keep him safe despite your hatred for him, but as you chowed down on your beloved pizza pockets, you didn’t care. At least until the building went into shut down and Hoseoks voice filtered into your walkie talkie from his CCTV station in the building. 

“10-33. Copy? 10-33, Jeon in danger.”

You shot out of your chair instantly, hands gathering your gun as you sprinted through the halls, gunshots ringing from above you as you took the stairs 3 at a time. Safety off, you burst through the doors of the 7th floor, Jungkooks office door wide open and his secretary dead on the floor, blood winding down her head to hit the carpet. You shook your head and pushed forward, steps light and finger on the trigger. Stepping into the office with a large stride, your gun was knocked from your hand before you could react, your arms being wrenched behind you as you noticed Jungkook being held at gunpoint by Park Jimin, his biggest competitor. For businessmen, this was extreme, you thought as you were forced down onto your knees. The struggle tired out your captors, clearly not used to being fought so intensely. 

“Now, Jungkookie. We have you and your little pet. It’s either you cooperate with me and accept my deal or you both die in a tragic homicide-suicide.” Park's voice hit you like a wall as you focused on Jungkook's reactions.

Something had happened that you weren't partial too. You didn’t care what per say, just that Jungkook had put himself, and others, in danger once again. He was infuriating you at this point. But you were here to protect him. And that's what you would do. Swinging a leg out to kick the back of Jimin’s leg, he fell forward, gun firing off towards the windows as his head hit the desk. Park knocked out cold, the two holding you were your next focus. Their arms snapped back in unnatural positions, their cries cut short as you punched them once your hands were free. Pain shot through your hand as you punched, the pain making you see white until you were punched in return. The new ache in your pushed you forward as you knocked the men to the ground, Jungkook standing and watching with a proud smirk. That annoyed you enough to swing a man at the large windows, his body flying through it and sailing down onto the street, the screams of pedestrians meeting your ears to let you know he had landed in a grizzly scene. 

“Just. fucking. die!”, you shouted at the last man as you slammed him to the ground.

A slow clap filled the room as you stood straight and fixed your loose hair with a sigh, removing it from your vision. Your gaze snapped to Jungkook in anger as he chuckled and walked around the desk to place his hands on your shoulders.

“That was awesome. We should do that more often!”, he clapped you on the back and started out of the office, his eyes tracing the blood soaked hallway.

A click caught your ears and you froze. Another click. A third. A spin of metal. A click.

Thud. 

Thud.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Your heart rate picked up as you heard the revolver being loaded for use. Your eyes landed on the guy you body slammed, his breathing very slow. Eyes moving to the other CEO, you inhaled sharply. The revolver in his hand caught the light as he lined it up with Jungkook’s fluffy head of hair. Your mind going blank, you sprinted for Jungkook, his body turning to question you with a large smile until a gunshot rang through the space, your ears ringing as the force of something colliding with your back sent you flying into Jungkook. Bodies tumbling on the floor, you heard a distant laugh that clearly belonged to Jimin. Your hands searched Jungkook for a bullet wound shakily. Weird, you thought, your hands were never shaky. The gasp your boss let out was enough to have you concentrating on his gaze. Following it to your chest, the large red splatter on your shirt and the hole in it was enough for you to freeze again. 

A painful cough wracked your body as you fell off of Jungkook, blood spilling from the corners of your mouth as you lay in shock. 

“Oh.”, you said in a small voice, fingers probing the exit wound. “That's less than ideal-”

A cough ran through you again and you spluttered blood out onto the floor. Jungkook's hands removed your own from the wound, pressure causing you to cough again as your coworkers ran into the hall with varying gasps of surprise and despair. Yoongi was at your side instantly, helping you sit against Seokjin as his hands pressed on the entry wound. Words of comfort filled the space as you coughed some more, distant sirens letting you smile as your head got heavier. A third set of hands held up your head, but noticing the slick feel of them, you gathered Jungkook had instructed someone else to apply pressure to the exit wound. 

“You can’t die on me, Y/N. Not after everything. I won’t allow it. I know you hate me, I know. But I love you. I have since you stopped that pickpocket. You were so cool to me at that moment… I knew I had to gain your affections at some point.”, he trailed off before rambling about every moment his love grew for you.

The alley incident. A shopping mall mishap. The pizza thing and today. Little moments in between had helped his love for you grow but each moment you showed your dedication to keeping him alive, even if it meant a serious injury and possibly a collapsed lung. It made your head spin. Or perhaps it was the blood loss. Either way, as his sweet voice filled your entire being and his eyes traced your features lovingly, you realized that maybe you hadn’t stopped liking him at all. Despite his annoyance and constant want for danger and adrenaline, you loved him like he loved you. It was funny how blood loss and being so close to death let you realize just how much you appreciate something you believed you didn’t. 

“I- Jungkook, I know.”, you paused to cough, “I realize I love you too. Your stupid-”

Cough.

“Your stupid face and beautiful hair…”, you groaned in pain as someone applied more pressure, “Your dumb jokes in the morning and the spring in your step when we go out somewhere…”

Jungkook chuckled and shushed you, tears in everyone's eyes as your voice got weaker and rougher. His hands cradled your face as you heard people rushing through the building, people shouting over each other at bodies until a paramedic reached your floor. The stretcher following behind him made your heavy head fill with confusion until you glanced drearily over at the blurred figure of Hoseok, phone in hand with a sad smile, acknowledging your unspoken thought.

You were content dying in that moment. You had told Jungkook the truth you were denying yourself, your friends were around you and you protected him. At that point, you couldn’t ask for more. The light people talked about came closer, the comforting cold that came with it drawing you in as your grandparents stood to the side of it. Beckoning you. It was so comforting and tempting, Jungkooks panicked voice as you went limp in their arms falling into the abyss surrounding the light. 

That was where you were supposed to be. You had a feeling about it just nudging you towards it. But you focused. Suddenly you were above the scene. Jungkook nearly sobbing as he shook you and lightly slapped your cheeks to wake you up, Yoongi crying silently as he pressed harder on your wound, Namjoon’s hands on your front now doing CPR as tears trailed down his face. The paramedics lifted you onto the stretcher, your limp hand falling over the edge and into Jungkook's larger palm as you watched from above. It wasn't right. You couldn’t leave him. Not him. Never him. Pushing through the abyss towards your own figure in the stretcher, you reached. You lost sight of everything in the next moment, darkness filling your being as you faded.

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Bolting upright in the bed, you gasped, your chest aching with pain as a voice filled your ears. It was frantic, excited, almost overbearing as you heard a more calm voice quiet the voice. 

“Miss L/N. Can you hear me? I’m going to have to ask you to look at me now.”

Your eyes focused slowly, the blue threaded blanket leaving your view as you took a deep breath. That was a bad idea, you thought as you winced and focused on the person with the white coat. Ah. The hospital. You managed to survive it all apparently. Open chest surgery, the ride, your recovery and one more surgery. The doctor ran through basic diagnostics, your eyes were focused on Jungkook though. The bags under his eyes, his thinner frame, weak smile. It was clear he hadn’t taken care of himself during your recovery. Doctor Chen left soon after, your vitals fine and everything functioning well, your stitches closing nicely. 

“You’re awake.”

“You look like shit.”

“Says you, Miss ‘I’m going to take a bullet for you now’”.

You huffed a laugh, careful of your stitches as you swung your legs over the side of the bed. 

“I had no choice. Protection comes at a cost, y’know. This was the cost, so be it.”

Your voice scratched at your throat after so long without use, your hands reaching for the cup of water and Jungkook's hand as you sipped on the cool water. A cough left you and you groaned, Jungkook's arms wrapping around you gently in a hug as he whispered over and over how glad he was to have you in his life. You interrupted him with a small laugh, a smile on your face as you guided him to make eye contact with you.

“This first date kinda sucks, Kook. You’re gonna have to do better for the rest.”

Laughter filled the space, your friends and family came and left and your hand held his the entire time.

Now, years later and walking down the aisle, your daughter bouncing by her father at the altar, you would never not say that protecting him was worth all of this and more. All you had to do was protect your daughter now. And fuck if that wouldn’t be a large task. She took after her father that way.

I love being in the middle of writing something and going “oh this specific moment is going to emotionally destroy one specific reader”. Like it’s good to cast a wide net but sometimes knowing that you’ve got one person you KNOW is going to react is just >:) great

THIS IS HILARIOUS LMAO HES PRECIOUS 😂