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CYCLE ✦ Jungkook

SUMMARY: you know being with jungkook is toxic and sooner or later, another fight will ensue, and the cycle will continue – but you don’t care because you know deep in your heart that you’d rather have the pain he brings in your life than feel absolutely nothing at all.

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Angst, Yandere

WORD COUNT: 2039

WARNINGS: not suitable for audiences below 18. please do not engage with the story if you are underage. the story contains depiction of a toxic relationship + smut but not too descriptive (finger, light choking, marking, use of derogatory terms during sex, rough unprotected sex).

Despite being surrounded by your friends, blaring music and good alcohol – the emptiness following your most recent fight with your boyfriend of four years remains. By now, you should already be used to it, having engaged in countless fights and arguments with Jeon Jungkook and these would lead to no contact. Sometimes, you’d be the one who would have him blocked; sometimes, it was him. But neither of you could stand not being together so by the end of the week, one of you would have reached out and made amends.  

This recent fight, however, is different. First, it has been a month since the last time you ever spoke or seen Jungkook in the flesh. Despite numerous attempts to contact him, he would just completely ignore your texts and calls. He didn’t block you – not even on social media where you’d see him living out his best life which makes it even more painful because it was as if he was deliberately letting you know that he was ignoring you and that he was happier without you.  

Your friends, who had never liked Jungkook from the get-go, kept telling you that this should be the last straw. This should be the ultimate sign for you to finally move on from your on again, off again boyfriend. Clearly, according to them, he would much rather party and be with his equally despicable friends than have a proper adult conversation with you about your fight and relationship moving forward. You know this too – no, really, you do. You are a smart and logical young law student who has a full scholarship at the top law school in the country, a member of its Student Government and is being courted by several big and renowned law firms in the country for summer and winter internships.  

But when it comes to Jeon Jungkook, all that goes down the drain. When it comes to Jeon Jungkook, everything is tunnel vision.  

You’re on your fifth shot of tequila tonight, already feeling hot and tipsy but you don’t give a damn. You will do everything to make the void in your heart carved by your (ex) boyfriend fade at this point. Distracting yourself is just not cutting it – not with your studies or org works at the Student Government. So, when a man who seems to be around your age, whose features you cannot clearly make out with the ridiculous lighting in the club, makes small talks with you before ultimately asking you to dance – you agree.  

Now, you’re not much for dancing. You’re awkward in that aspect but the man, whose name is Wonwoo, takes the lead and you’re appreciative of this. His hands are placed respectfully on your waist while yours are around his neck. Up close, you can see a bit of his features like his cat-like eyes behind a silver circular rimmed eyeglass, pointed nose and small pink lips. Wonwoo smells nice too – his cologne is not as strong as Jungkook’s which you surprisingly like.  

Wonwoo leans into whisper in your ear, asking if it’s okay that he kisses you because he no longer can contain himself. He wants to taste you, have been wanting to the moment you enter the club. You gulp, mouth agape. You’ve never kissed anyone else besides Jungkook. Your lips have always just known Jungkook’s. Suddenly, you feel your chest tightening and you step away from him. You mutter a meek apology towards Wonwoo before you head back to where your friends are and grab your things.  

They ask what happened, where you’re going, and you make an excuse that you’re tired and wanted to rest already. Rina, the designated driver tonight, offers to drive you home but you decline, saying you just want to be alone for now. You don’t wait for any of their responses and head out of the club.  

Even though you don’t exactly know what is happening with your relationship with Jungkook right now, dancing with Wonwoo still makes you feel like you were cheating on him. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth – and it’s not just the alcohol you consumed.  

You don’t know where your feet are taking you. All you know is that it’s already pouring, you have no umbrella, and you’re beginning to get cold due to the short black dress you’re wearing and nothing more. Then, you hear the familiar sound of a motorcycle engine. You know this because Jungkook owns one. You pay no mind to the nearing sound of the vehicle but when you hear that voice – you stop on your tracks.  

Looking over your shoulder, you see Jungkook, eyebrows furrowed, on his motorcycle. He has taken off his helmet, long curly hair soaked from the heavy downpour, wearing his favorite red and white leather jacket, jeans, and a thin white shirt underneath, outlines of his toned chest and pecks showing as the material sticks to them due to the rain.  

“Get on, Y/N. It’s raining, you’re dressed like that and you’re clearly drunk, seeing how your ankles are tripping over a straight road.”  

You’re shocked to see him to say the least. Of all the people who could have driven past you, Jungkook is the one. Your heart begins to race – is this a sign from the universe? It must be, right?  

“Get on, now.”  

His tone is more demanding now and as though you’re programmed, you immediately take the helmet from him and wear it before you mount his motorcycle, dress hiking up. You press your bare thighs against his wet jeans and habitually wrap your arms around his small waist. Jungkook doesn’t ask if you’re ready and speeds off.  

When you reach his apartment, after taking off your shoes, both of you walk to the bathroom to limit the wet patches to mop later. As though the two of you haven’t been talking to each other for a month, you comfortably take your clothes off beside one another in the medium-sized white bathroom.  

“Take a shower before you get sick,” Jungkook mutters before walking past you, about to exit his bathroom.  

But you grab his arm, and he looks at you with a stoic expression on his face. “You should take one too.”  

“I’ll take one after you.”  

“Let’s just do it together. Conserves water.” 

You don’t know if it’s the alcohol in your system that is making you bolder than you are. Or just the fact that you’ve showered Jungkook plenty of times than you didn’t that not having him in there doesn’t feel right anymore. He stares at you for a while before he grabs your hand, slides the door of the shower cubicle, and orders you to take off your underwear. You give it to him, and he tosses it outside along with his black Calvin Klein boxers.  

You switch on the shower. Jungkook tells you to turn around and hand him the shampoo. He squeezes some on his palm before lathering it on your hair, fingers scraping the dirt on your scalp. You close your eyes to the relaxing sensation. Then, he tells you to face him.  

You keep your gaze on him as he begins to rub the loofah around your body – beginning with your neck, down your arms your chest where his fingers ever so gently graze against your nipples, to your legs, and then your inner thighs. Your breathing becomes heavy when you feel his knuckles touching your labia and you jump when they graze over your aching clit.  

“Turn around, baby,” Jungkook says in a low voice. You waste no time in following his order. He rubs the loofah on your back, and down to your ass. Once he finishes lathering your body, he opens the shower again, and rinses the shampoo and soap off your body. You close your eyes once more to the relaxing sensation of his fingers in your hair then they begin to travel down your neck, arms, and he surprises you when he grabs your breasts with his veiny hands. Your eyes shoot open, and your mouth is agape as you meet Jungkook’s intense gaze as he squeezes and rolls your nipples between his thumbs and index finger.  

“Kook…” You breathe out as his hands free themselves from your breasts and travel down to your waist. He grabs the showerhead as he rinses your lower body.  

“Hand me your feminine wash,” Jungkook orders. “Gotta make sure your pussy is clean.”  

You’re already wet at his words. You give him your feminine wash and he tells you to squeeze a proportionate amount on his big palm. Then, he places the showerhead at your core, wetting it, before he rubs his palm against it. You let out a moan, grabbing onto his toned biceps as a smirk plays across Jungkook’s lips, spreading apart your labia to rub your clit. You hiss at the contact but find yourself grinding against his palm.  

“Look at you, getting off on my palm like some bitch on heat,” He says with a humorless laugh. “I’m cleaning your pussy, but you’re making it dirtier.”  

“Kook, please, I need you,” You whine desperately, spreading your legs further as Jungkook presses you against the cold tiled wall, showerhead dropping on the floor. He captures your lips with great intensity as he rubs your clit ferociously. You hook one leg around his waist, giving him more access to ruin your cunt. The sound of your pussy squelching while Jungkook wraps his free hand around your throat heightens your lust.  

“Fucking bitch, fucking dirty bitch, I’ll fucking ruin you tonight,” Jungkook promises as he pulls away but not too far. He captures your gaze again. His eyes are dark and hazy with lust. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me destroying your cunt, your mouth, maybe even your ass. You deserve it anyway, right? For choosing your friends over me? Then acting like a slut towards that guy you were dancing with tonight.”  

You are in a daze. He doesn’t stop rubbing your cunt even if you have already cum. All you can do is nod but it’s not enough for him. He grabs your face. “Say it. Say that you deserve to be ruined by me.”  

“I-I deserve to be ruined by you, Jungkook.”  

He taps your cheek. “Open your mouth,” Jungkook commands. You obey. He gathers spit in his mouth and drops it into your mouth, watching as the white substance trickles down your throat until you ultimately swallow. He chuckles darkly. “My good girl. I’ll fuck you till the next day and however I want because you’re mine. No one else.”  

“I’m yours,” You affirm, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m always going to be yours, Jeon Jungkook.”  

As promised Jungkook ruined and fucked you until the next day, leaving his marks all over your body – from hickeys to his handprints on your red swollen ass. He filled you with his cum repeatedly, not caring about your pleas to stop because you were already exhausted and overstimulated. But then he’d mock you that if you really wanted him to stop – your pussy wouldn’t have clenched around his thick cock as he pounded into you for the nth time, nor your swollen clit would still be throbbing.  

Jungkook fucked you in the shower, on the bed, by the balcony of his high-rise condo unit, on his couch, and back to bed where some time in four am, Jungkook finally stopped and fell asleep beside you. When you wake up, he’s still there, sleeping so angelic like he didn’t just say the most diabolical things to you while he came in your over and over again.  

You know this is wrong and you should leave before he wakes up and form all the right words to persuade you to stay with him again. But you stay anyway. For the first time in a month, the emptiness isn’t there. You know being with Jungkook is toxic and sooner or later, another fight will ensue, and the cycle will continue – but you don’t care because you know deep in your heart that you’d rather have the pain he brings in your life than feel absolutely nothing at all.  

ANDI: I do not condone relationships such as this one. This is only a depiction of a toxic relationship loosely based on a personal experience. This does not represent who Jungkook is in real life, so please do not relate this character to him any way, shape, or form. Fanfiction is just fanfiction.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © ANDI-KOOK 2024. NO PART OF THIS STORY MAY BE REPRODUCES, TRANSLATED, MODIFIED, EDITED, REPOSTED AND THE LIKES WITHOUT THE AUTHOR’S PERMISSION.

DEAD KIDS ✦ Chapter 1

SUMMARY: A group of university students kidnaps their rich batchmate for ransom. However, things take a darker turn when the new recruit grows a dangerous obsession with the captive and all hell breaks loose.

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Slow burn Yandere, Crime AU

WARNINGS: Not suitable for audiences below 18. Please do not engage with the story if you are underage. WATCH OUT FOR: dark and morally corrupt characters, foul language, alcohol consumption, discussion and enactment of kidnapping, slut shaming and objectification of women, discussion and display of inappropriate relationship between professor and student, discussion of illegal activities, use of gun, and display of violence. Inspired by the film, Dead Kids (2019).

WORD COUNT: 4.2K

“Hey JK, do you have a second?” Hoseok’s voice rings in his ear as he is about to put his helmet on.  

When Jungkook turns to face him, his eyebrows meet at the sight of the two other men walking beside him. He recognizes them as Kim Namjoon and Min Yoongi, having seen the two around campus. The usual bright grin is plastered on Hoseok’s lips while the other two carry a passive expression on their faces. Once they are near Jungkook, Namjoon, the tallest among the three, breaks into a smile – although Jungkook can tell it’s neither sincere nor polite.  

“Jeon Jungkook, I heard a lot about you from Hobi, I’m Kim Namjoon and this is Min Yoongi. We’re pleased to meet you,” Namjoon extends his hand towards him and while Jungkook is skeptical, he naturally shakes it. “Do you work here full-time or just the weekends?”  

Jungkook is not dumb by any means. He knows there is more to this conversation than Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi and Jung Hoseok asking him about his job, but he answers the inquiry anyway, a part of him curious.  

“Just the weekends after class.”  

Namjoon hums in response, taking a step towards him. “Does it pay a lot?”  

“No,” Jungkook answers truthfully. “But it’s money so… Why? Are you here because you want a job? I can already tell you they’re not hiring even part-time.” Not that you would need to work anyway, he wants to add, but refrains from doing so.  

“No, we’re here because we want to offer you a job – well, a side gig is more like it, but it sure does pay a lot than waiting tables,” Hoseok replies with a chuckle. “Or the money I pay you every time Dami and I use your warehouse.”  

Now, Jungkook is intrigued, eyebrow raising slightly. Namjoon seems to notice because a small smirk ghosts upon his lips. “Yeah. Hobi told us about your little transaction. He’s actually the one who suggested you for the job. He says you’d be perfect for it.”  

“What is it?” He asks, meeting Namjoon’s gaze.  

“How about you follow us to my condo, and we can talk more about it privately,” The black buzz-cut haired man suggests, slipping his hands inside the pocket of his loose-fitted cream-colored pants. “Over a few drinks too. You look like you need it.”  

Jungkook contemplates. With his transaction with Hoseok, he can only deduce one thing that they need from him – his warehouse which also serves as the place he stays at in Seoul while attending university. Perhaps, like Hoseok, they also want to rent it albeit for other reasons. Namjoon and Yoongi (who hasn’t said a word but is gazing at him intently throughout the conversation) don’t strike him as the type to rent warehouses to have sex with their girlfriends. Birds of the same feather flock together, right? Either way, Jungkook is more intrigued than anything. Rent is due soon, his bills are piling up, and he needs to send money back home to his parents.  

“Okay. I’ll follow you.”  

Namjoon smiles, patting his shoulder. “Great. See you at the condo soon.”  

Soon arrives fifteen minutes later. After Namjoon authorizes Jungkook to park at his condo’s parking lot, he follows the trio to his unit. Once there, he tells him to make himself comfortable while he grabs some liquor from his mini bar. Already, Jungkook can see the wealth of Kim Namjoon. His condo is wide and spacious, air-conditioned with several paintings hanging on the wall, black furniture, and a vast flat screen TV hanging in the living room with a balcony that overlooks the skyline outside.  

Hoseok and Yoongi flop on the couch, comfortably settling on the cushion while he settles on the square chair beside it. Namjoon reappears from the mini bar moments later, holding three glasses in one hand and the other a bottle of Jack Daniel. He sits on the other end of the couch while placing the glasses and whiskey on the black oval-shaped coffee table.  

Jungkook swings his key with his finger, watching as Namjoon pours whiskey into each glass. He offers the first to him and Jungkook takes it. He waits until everyone has a drink in hand, and he begins to drink. He’s so used to cheap beers at convenience stores that his palate welcomes the taste of the whiskey warmly, making him drink the rest of it in just one gulp.  

“Drink as much as you want, Jungkook,” Namjoon encourages.  

He wants to but he much preferred knowing what the job is. So, he asks for it. “What’s the job?”  

Namjoon turns to Hoseok who then leans in towards him. “Do you know who Kim Y/N is?”  

“Kim Y/N?” Jungkook repeats. Hoseok nods. “The student council president Kim Y/N?”  

The short dark-haired man nods in confirmation once again. “The one and only.”  

“What about her?” Jungkook asks, raising his pierced eyebrow slightly.  

This time, Hoseok turns to Yoongi who glances at him, finishes his whiskey, and licks his lower lip before revealing, “We’re going to kidnap Y/N for ransom.”  

Jungkook snorts, straightening his back as he looks at the trio in amusement. He shakes his head and asks, serious and firmer this time around. “No, really, what about her? What does she have to do with the job?”  

“That is the job, Jungkook. We’re going to kidnap Y/N for ransom,” Namjoon states, leaning his back against his couch, one arm sprawled over the head rest. There is no hint of mischief or teasing in his tone. 

His face drops when the realization hits that they are truly telling the truth. He stands up, jaw clenched. “Are you all fucking insane? This isn’t funny.”  

“We’re not joking, JK. We are going to kidnap Y/N and we need your warehouse to keep her while we wait for the ransom drop,” Hoseok tells him – and for the first time, his bright grin doesn’t remind Jungkook of sunshine and all that positive shit. For the first time, he sees through it. It’s deranged.  

“What the fuck?” Jungkook mutters under his breath, running his fingers through his hair as he begins to pace back and forth. “You’re fucking crazy – all of you. What the fuck is wrong with all of you? Why the hell will you kidnap Y/N? Why the hell will you kidnap anyone?”  

“I thought you said this guy is top of his class,” Yoongi says to Hoseok, his tone clearly indicating he’s irritated. “Didn’t we just tell you why we’ll kidnap her? For ransom, you fucking shit.”  

The silver-haired man glares hard at him and Jungkook returns it. “Why the fuck do you need ransom for? You’re all fucking rich. You don’t need the money.”  

“Yeah, but we’re not Y/N rich. We don’t swim around billions and billions of won every fucking day,” Hoseok scoffs, rolling his eyes as he pours himself another glass of whiskey.  

Jungkook shakes at the reasoning. It’s ridiculous. To him, it seems like they’ll just be kidnapping her without any reason why – they just want to. He knows rich people can be fucking dumb, but he doesn’t know they can be this stupid. All the money sitting in their bank accounts and vault but not a single working brain cell in sight. It offends him.  

Then he retracts – why the hell does it offend him if they don’t have a reason to kidnap you? He shouldn’t be because there is no justification in committing such a crime. 

“Come on, Jungkook, we know Y/N and her posse have been treating you like shit for the past four years in Padua. We know you do their schoolwork and use your scholarship perks to hand them cheat codes during exams in exchange for money – that’s why they’re all in the run for Latin honors. You should be fucking grateful we decided to loop you into our plan instead of reporting you to the administrators for doing that and stop acting all morally upright before us.”  

Jungkook is certain that among the three, he has a strong dislike towards Yoongi the most. First, he insulted his intelligence and now, he’s blackmailing him. Technically, they all are but Yoongi’s mocking and condescending tone is making him tip over the edge. 

“Giving cheat codes and doing schoolwork in exchange of money are not the same thing as kidnapping someone,” Jungkook hisses. “I’m not holding someone against their will. And Y/N – she hasn’t done anything to me.”  

“Birds of the same feathers flock together, Jungkook,” Namjoon voices out. “Y/N still doesn’t do anything whenever her friends bully someone. She just stands by and watches it happen before her eyes. She’s not exactly innocent in the grand scheme of things. She’s just as guilty.”  

“So, you’re playing God and punishing her for it?” Jungkook counters.  

“No, I’m setting things right,” Namjoon spits out, narrowing his gaze at the tattooed waiter. “Don’t you get fucking tired of being pushed around? Of having to work your ass off every fucking day to make ends meet? Living at that warehouse instead of a proper house? This is your opportunity to change your life around; the only opportunity you’ll ever have to change your life around because let’s face it, Jungkook, people like you who were born poor will always remain at the bottom of society no matter how much you believe a good education or job will save you from it because you will never have the connections that we do.”  

Jungkook is rendered speechless at Namjoon’s tirade because he knows, deep down, everything that he said is the truth. He has always known but it’s different when someone says it to his face. He can’t remember a time where he’s not working to support himself and his parents back in Busan, he can’t remember a time where he has been treated like an equal among his peers because of his social background, he can’t remember a time where he has lived in a proper house even back in Busan where they lived at the garage of his Uncle’s house before eventually being kicked out and living in a makeshift house in the slums using old wood and steel roofs.  

For a long time, Jungkook convinced himself that if he graduated from a good university in Seoul and landed a great paying job – he’d be able to turn his and his family’s life around. But in the four years he spent studying at Padua University and staying in Seoul, all idealistic views in him vanished, replaced by the reality that Namjoon echoed back to him – the rich only get richer and the poor only get poorer. There is no ladder for people like him to climb. At the end of the day, everything is about connections.  

“This is your chance to rise to the top, Jungkook. Nobody ever does so without doing something dirty. We’ll split the ransom equally – 25 million won each,” Namjoon says after a while. “That’ll be enough for you to turn things around.”  

He takes a deep breath, rubbing his face with his hands. Twenty-five million won is a lot of money – money that he’ll never be able to have despite working until he retires. It’s so tempting but he can’t shake the fact that he’ll only be able to have it by participating in Y/N’s kidnapping.  

“If everything goes sideways with the abduction – all that money goes down the drain. You’re not seasoned criminals. What is even your plan in taking Y/N?” Jungkook questions.  

“Finally, you’re asking the right questions,” Yoongi grumbles. “We’ve been following Y/N around for the entire month, learning all her routine. We found out several interesting facts about the heiress to the Kim Group of Companies such as what fact, Hobi?”  

“I’m glad you asked, Yoongi,” Hoseok feigns flattery. “Little Miss Goody-Two Shoes likes to frequent Layover, which from the outside looks just like any other spa, but to those who know – it’s an exclusive sex club where members can act out their deepest, darkest, most carnal desire with an escort or escorts, their partner or partners; they’re very inclusive, actually.”  

“The best part? She’s going there with Professor Kim Bum every fucking time,” Yoongi reveals with a chuckle. “I tell you – it’s always quiet ones.”  

Jungkook’s shocked. He can’t seem to wrap his mind about you going to a sex club let alone with a professor. You’ve always been quiet, reserved, even meek whenever Jungkook comes across you, mostly at the library. He would have never guessed that underneath it is the girl they’re describing.  

“They go to Layover every Sunday after the professor’s dinner with his family,” Namjoon adds. “After attending church and then dinner with his family, I forgot. My bad.”   

Jungkook sits back on the square chair, running his fingers through his long black curly hair. “Okay. Okay – what about cameras? At the spa/sex club? The police cameras? The getaway vehicle?”  

“Oh, come on, don’t underestimate us, JK, we’ve got it all covered,” Hoseok says. “There are no cameras at Layover because what they’re doing is technically illegal. No one will dare to report anything to the police about what will happen there. The getaway vehicle is secured too. Yoongi already got it covered. As for the police cameras – care to explain, Mr. Son of the Chief of Police?”  

Jungkook mouth falls open. He stares at Namjoon in surprise. Namjoon, on the other hand, sends Hoseok a cold glare but the latter just laughs it off. He meets Jungkook’s gaze. “There are no police cameras in the area. It’s part of the Red District, so obviously, they don’t give a shit.”   

He is overwhelmed by everything that was spilled to him. When Hoseok pours him another glass of whiskey, Jungkook immediately gulps it.  

“So, what do you say? Are you in, JK?” he asks, wiggling his brows.  

Twenty-five million won. Life changing opportunity. A chance to turn things around. A chance to rise to the top.  

They are all so enticing. Jungkook sucks his teeth before biting his lower lip. He stares at each of them. “I’m in but I have one condition – nobody gets hurt, especially Y/N. The moment the ransom drops, we set her free.”  

Namjoon smirks, nodding. “Nobody will get hurt, Jungkook.”  

“We can’t guarantee that,” Yoongi interjects.  

Namjoon narrows his gaze at him as he repeats, “Nobody will get hurt.”  

The tension inside the sedan is palpable. Nobody is saying a word. Jungkook is seated in the front passenger seat while Yoongi and Hoseok are in the backseat. Hoseok, who always seems to be upbeat and energetic, mirrors Jungkook and Yoongi who are obviously on edge. The only one who seems to be relaxed and nonchalant is Namjoon, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and bobbing his head along the rhythm of an RnB song playing in the stereo.  

A child beggar knocks on Namjoon’s window. “Sir, please spare me a change. Just for food, please. Just a change.”  

Jungkook instinctively grabs his wallet but when Namjoon rolls down the window, instead of giving him some money or food, he only flicks the child’s forehead. “Get lost, you addict.”  

There is so much disdain in Namjoon’s tone when he says the word addict. He rolls up his window, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Fucking addicts everywhere. Sometimes, I think Dad’s right – we should all be killing them.”  

Neither Yoongi nor Hoseok replies to Namjoon’s comment. Jungkook wants to tell him that killing addicts on the street will not solve the growing illegal drugs crisis in the country, but before he can do so – Namjoon has already beat him to it with a question aimed at Hoseok.  

“What will you do with your cut, Hobi?”  

Hoseok hums in response, rubbing his sweaty palms on his dark jeans. He answers with a low nervous chuckle, “I don’t know. I guess I’ll buy a condo so I won’t have to rent JK’s warehouse.”  

“Cool,” Namjoon replies. “What about you, Yoongs?”  

The silver-haired clears his throat before saying, “Probably build my own studio. Quit school.”  

“Nice, nice,” Namjoon turns to Jungkook. “What about you, Jungkook?”  

His tongue runs across his lower lip before he lowers his gaze and picks on the wool on his washed jeans. “I’ll go back home and never come back to Seoul.”  

Namjoon hums. “To each our own.”  

“What about you, Joon? What will you do with your cut?”  

Jungkook turns his head to face Namjoon, waiting for his response. What will Kim Namjoon do with 25 million won?  

But Namjoon never gets to answer because Yoongi alerts everyone that you and the professor have arrived. Jungkook’s head whips to the other side, looking outside the window where he sees you and a tall man walking hand-in-hand towards the brightly lit spa/sex club. You are dressed provocatively – a complete 360 to what Jungkook is accustomed to seeing her wear. Gone are the knitted sweaters over collared polo, long skirts, and sneakers – she’s now dressed in a white short mini skirt that already exposes her plump ass, a black halter top that has a heart-shaped heart cut on the chest, which exposes your belly, and white high heels that elongates your legs. 

You’re all smiles as they enter Layover, giving the professor a sultry look before pulling him in, completely unaware of your fate.  

“Alright. Put on your masks, boys. It’s showtime.”  

Jungkook is not able to buy a mask given his limited money so he makes one from whatever he can find at the warehouse – resulting to the now eagle shaped mask he’s wearing.  

“What the fuck,” Namjoon breathes out in disbelief as he looks over the backseat. “Do you think this is a fucking joke? What the hell are those masks? And you – are you trying to make everybody known that a Paduan took Y/N?”  

“It was all I had,” Jungkook argues back as he looks over at Hoseok who is wearing a money mask and Yoongi who wears a skull-like mask with a knife stuck on the forehead. “Looks like you have a fucking dildo on your forehead, Yoongi.”  

“Fuck off, Jeon. Yours isn’t any better.”  

“No, but he has a point, Yoongs. Why don’t you stuff it up your ass later on?”  

“Shut the fuck up, Hoseok. The fuck did you choose a damn monkey for, huh? It looks like second sk–,”  

“Enough!” Namjoon growls, shutting everyone up. He’s breathing rapidly, eyes wide and frantic. He wears a black balaclava with a print of a skeletal mouth. “Do you guys think this is just some fucking game? We’re fucking kidnapping someone for fuck’s sake! If we screw this up – it’ll be the end for all of us. There’s no room for fucking around and definitely no room for fucking up. It’s life or death.”  

Everyone feels the weight of what they are about to do now more than ever. Namjoon reaches over the dashboard, opens it, and takes a pistol. Jungkook backs up on his seat. “What the hell? The fuck do you have a gun for?”  

“Yeah, what the hell, Joon? We said no one’s going to get hurt.”  

Namjoon takes a deep breath before looking at them. “Look at yourselves – you think they’re going to take us seriously in there? Fuckers. Let’s go. We don’t have all night.”  

They scramble out of the getaway vehicle – an old sedan Yoongi bought from some guy on Reddit. They enter the spa/sex club, immediately being greeted by a young woman behind the reception who gasps and falls back to her chair when she sees them – Namjoon pointing the gun at her. Her wide, terrified eyes make Jungkook’s stomach churn. He wants to fucking vomit from the anxiety the situation brings upon him.  

He feels hot and he’s already sweating despite the air-conditioning. Jungkook wants to take off his gray jacket, but Namjoon specifically reminded him to keep it on because of the tattoos on his right arm. He also wears a glove on his right hand to cover his tattoos on it.  

After Namjoon intimidates the receptionist where your room is, they immediately make their way towards it. Before unlocking the door, Namjoon gives them one final reminder.  

“Remember not to talk.”  

Then, all hell breaks loose.  

Namjoon unlocks the door using the keycard and kicks it open, startling you and the professor who are already starting your affair. The professor is seated on the bed while you, already topless, is kneeling before him as you give him a blowjob. You stumble back when the door is kicked open, lips glistening with saliva and the professor’s precum. Your eyes look at them in fear and confusion.  

Jungkook feels something within him twitch – that something being his cock at the sight of you in your current state. There is no doubting your beauty and Jungkook has long admired that about you. Back then, he thought your beauty was angelic; now, it’s more alluring. His eyes fall on your perky nipples, hard from the cold air in the room. Your neck, collarbones, and chest are littered with purple marks no doubt from the professor himself.  

He doesn’t even realize he’s staring until Hoseok tugs on his sleeve harshly, nodding in your direction. Jungkook snaps from his trance and he proceeds towards you while Yoongi, kneeling on the bed, holds the professor’s arm behind his back.  

With every step towards you, you move farther from Jungkook, pleading for your safety with a shaking voice. Effortlessly, Jungkook picks you up from the floor and despite your struggle, he manages to hold him in his strong arms – back pressed against front. Jungkook wishes for this to be over and done with because with your vanilla-scented cologne and shampoo along with your plump ass pressed against his clothed cock – he doesn’t know how long he can hold out not forming an erection.  

Hoseok acts as a guard by the door while Namjoon pulls out his phone, gun aimed at the professor, and shows his screen to him. His eyes widen at the images being shown on him through the screen, colors draining from his face, and when Namjoon shows him the last photo – the professor doesn’t hesitate in shouting his answer.  

“Take Y/N! Please, take her!”  

Within his grasp, you begin to thrash around. “You fuck – what the hell is wrong with you?! How could you?! Let me go! I’m going to fucking kill you, Bum!”  

You’re already sobbing from the betrayal and Jungkook feels bad, guilty – but at the same time, he thinks that you also brought this upon yourself. How naïve are you to think that when it comes down to it, the professor will choose you instead of his own self?  

Namjoon shows him his phone again, a way to give you hope only to crush it when the professor nods and tells him to take you. You are a sobbing mess in Jungkook’s arm, all weight crashing down on him, and he gives it all to keep you on your feet. Namjoon then pistol-whips the professor, causing him to go limp in Yoongi’s arm. Then, he walks towards you. Jungkook watches as Namjoon grabs you by your face.  

“P-Please j-just let me g-go…” You croak out through your sobs and Namjoon’s tight grip on your cheeks.  

Although he can’t see it, Jungkook can tell Namjoon smirks before he also pistol-whips you – hard – that you immediately fall unconscious.  

“You said you’ll do it lightly,” Jungkook hisses. “It’s like you want to fucking blow her brains out.”  

“Maybe I do,” Namjoon casually replies. “Let’s go. Hobi, lead the way.”  

Hoseok nods and Jungkook swiftly carries you over his shoulder, following Namjoon and Yoongi outside the room. They run out of Layover using the back exit and Namjoon tosses the key to Hoseok who immediately unlocks the trunk. Jungkook places your unconscious body inside before shutting the trunk close.  

Once they are all inside the sedan, Namjoon speeds off, yelling at the top of his lungs and slamming his palms on the steering wheel as soon as his mask is off. The other three follow suit. Jungkook exhales deeply, hair sticking to his face from the sweat. Behind them, Hoseok and Yoongi are also sweating and panting.  

“That was fucking amazing!” Namjoon exclaims, a huge grin plastered on his face.  

“Did you see the look on the professor’s face? Guy looked like he was going to piss himself when he saw those pictures of him and Y/N fucking. Fucking hilarious – I almost burst out laughing!” Yoongi joins in the laugh.  

“Don’t tell Dami this, but did you see Y/N’s tits? Damn, I almost wanted to touch them,” Hoseok says with a laugh. “No offense, Joon, I know she’s a family friend.”  

“What?” Jungkook asks, eyebrows furrowing. “You know Y/N?”  

“Oh shit – you didn’t tell him, Joon? Their families are close as fuck. Y/N’s father is Namjoon’s godfather and his dad protects her father and his shady businesses from the police!”  

Jungkook feels his throat getting dry. Namjoon’s knuckles are turning white from the grip he has on the steering wheel. His jaw is clenched so tight it might break.  

“Why did you really kidnap Y/N?” He asks the de facto leader of their group Hoseok calls Dead Kids. “This whole thing – is it personal to you? Namjoon?”  

“Nothing is personal, Jungkook. Only business.”  

Jungkook wonders – what the hell did I get myself into? 

CHAPTER 2 is out now.

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DEAD KIDS ✦ Series Masterlist

SUMMARY: A group of university students kidnaps their rich batchmate for ransom. However, things take a darker turn when one of the members grows a dangerous obsession with the captive and all hell breaks loose.

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Slow burn Yandere

WARNINGS: Not suitable for audiences below 18. Please do not engage with the story if you are underage. Specific warnings on every chapter. Overall, watch out for serious illegal detention, depiction of violence, yandere elements, dark and corrupt characters, smut. Inspired by the film, Dead Kids (2019).

CHAPTERS: 01 ✦ 02 ✦ (more to come)

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HOPELESSLY CAPTIVATED (01) ✦ Jungkook

SUMMARY: A series of drabbles featuring you, a twenty-five year-old high school Literature teacher living on the same floor as Jeon Jungkook, a thirty-one year-old single dad and filmmaker living with his eleven-year-old daughter Yuki, and your encounters that leads the both of you to be hopelessly captivated with each other. Based on Niki’s Take A Chance With Me.

DRABBLE 01: A panicked Jeon Jungkook knocks on your door for help.

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Angst, Fluff, Slice of Life, Single Dad AU, Age Gap AU

WARNINGS: Suitable for all ages. No specific warnings for this drabble. Dad!Jungkook, maybe? Oh, and talks of menstrual period and allusion to complicated family relationships. Not proofread!

WORD COUNT: 1.7K

Your peaceful Sunday afternoon consisting of catching up on the episodes of your comfort series while eating your comfort food with a bottle of cola on the side is interrupted by a set of knocks on your door. Your eyebrows meet in confusion, not expecting anyone to come over nor did you have any deliveries. And even if you are expecting someone, they would have to use the intercom before the security lets them in. So, while you’re walking down to answer the door, you can only deduce that whoever is knocking on your door must be a neighbor. Your theory is proven correct when you open the door, and you see Jeon Jungkook – or should you say Mr. Jeon Jungkook – standing on the other side with an apologetic smile plastered on his lips and his eyes wide and panicked.

“Y/N, hi, I’m so sorry for bothering you. I just really need your help,” Jungkook states immediately, rubbing his palms against his loose black pants.

“It’s okay, Mr. Jeon. What is it?” You ask politely, placing your hand on the door.

“It’s Yuki. She’s-She’s calling for you. I think she’s gotten her period and is terrified,” Jungkook explains, biting his lower lip as his chest rises and falls heavily. He’s clearly concerned and worried.

You perk up, recognizing the seriousness of the situation. “Okay. Yeah, that can be terrifying. I have some pads she can use – they serve the same purpose regardless of age, don’t worry. I’ll just grab them and meet you at your apartment?”

A look of relief washes over his face. “Thank you, Y/N, seriously. This means a lot.”

“It’s no problem, Mr. Jeon,” You reply.

You make your way to your room and grab the unopened napkin from your shelf before making your way to the Jeons’ apartment three units across from yours. You knock, as a sign of respect, and Jungkook immediately answers the door and leads you to the bathroom. Your apartment’s floorplan is slightly different, you notice. His is clearly more spacious than your studio-type.

“She doesn’t want me anywhere near her, but if there is anything I can do to help, please let me know. I’ll be right down the hall,” Jungkook tells you softly to which you nod.

You wait until Jungkook is at the end of the hall before you softly knock on the door. “Yuki? Hi, it’s Y/N from Apartment 609. Your dad says you called for me. Is everything okay?”

You hear sniffing on the other side and your heart breaks just a little. Children crying are always a weakness of yours. “Y-Y/N? Is that really you?”

“Yes, Yuki, it’s really me. Can you tell me if you’re okay?”

“No, I’m not,” Yuki replies honestly. “I-I don’t know what to do!” She begins to cry again.

From your peripheral vision, you see Jungkook about to walk but you put up your hand to stop him, shaking your head. “It’s okay, Yuki. I was like that too when I first got my period. I was clueless on what to do.”

“I-I’m scared.”

You nod even though she doesn’t see you. “It’s alright to be scared of something you haven’t experienced or seen before, Yuki. If you let me, I can help you be a little less scared of it.”

It’s quiet for a moment then you hear the soft click of the door unlocking. The door opens slightly, and you take this as a sign to slip inside, seeing the dark-haired eleven-year-old sitting on the toilet with her face buried in her hands. When she hears you close the door, she looks up at you, eyes red and swollen, cheeks stained with tears. Her shiny black hair is all over her face and she’s still wearing her matching blue pajamas with little various kinds of shark printed on them.

You smile as you lower yourself in front of her to meet her eye-level, placing the napkin on the sink. “Hi, Yuki.”

She sniffs but politely returns the greeting. “Hello Y/N.”

“It’s scary, isn’t it? Waking up and seeing all this blood?” You ask and she nods. You hum. “Has your teacher or parents talked to you about getting your menstruation during puberty?”

“Yeah, my Science teacher, Ms. Cho, gave a lecture about it last semester,” Yuki answers, eyes similar to that of her father’s lowering as she fiddles with her fingers. “Mom and dad never really did.”

You nod in understanding. “I see. I learned about it through my teacher too.”

Her eyes shoot up to meet yours again, wide and filled with validation. Your heart breaks again. “Really?”

“Yeah. My mom passed away when I was young, so she never got the chance to teach me about periods and napkins and all that stuff. My dad – he was working so he wasn’t able to teach me about it too.”

It’s a watered-down version of your childhood, but you’re not about to trauma dump to an eleven-year-old.

“Can we clean you up? I’ll teach you everything I know about dealing with this every month,” You say, sucking your teeth. Yuki nods. “Okay. Do you wanna take a shower so you can get cleaned up? I’ll be outside with your clothes and towel once you’re finished.”

“Okay. Thank you, Y/N.”

“No problem, Yuki. I’m glad to be of help.”

You leave the bathroom to give Yuki privacy and spot her father leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. When he hears the door close, his head shoots up at your direction.

“Everything is fine, Mr. Jeon. She just got shaken up, but she’s already taking a shower. Can you prepare her clothes and her towel?” You ask, placing your hands on your hips.

“Yeah, her room is the one on your right,” Jungkook says as he points at it. “You can come inside if you want.”

So you do, looking at the ocean-themed room from the blue walls, the shark-printed bed sheets, whale-printed curtains, the sphere lamp covered in different marine animal stickers.

“She’s currently in her marine phase though it’s gotten a bit longer than I anticipated so maybe it’s not a phase after all,” Jungkook shares as he grabs clothes from his daughter’s cabinet then takes the towel hanging on it.

You nod, completely getting it. “I’ve had my phases too. Some I never really grew out of.”

“Yeah? Like what?” Jungkook asks, sending you a smile.

You can’t help but return it, albeit a teasing one. “It’s a secret, Mr. Jeon.”

He laughs a little, nodding as he grabs a pair of clean underwear from Yuki’s drawer. “Alright. I respect that.”

Once Yuki finished showering, you hand her the towel to dry and cover herself before you enter and tell her some tips on how to handle her menstruation, demonstrating how napkins work and telling her when to change it so she won’t get any sort of rashes. You also tell her about cravings and mood swings. Once she’s all done, you and Yuki step out of the bathroom, her hiding behind you and only peeking through your arm to look at her father who has lowered himself on the door, an encouraging smile on his face.

“Go on, Yuki. There is nothing to be ashamed of towards your dad,” You tell her gently. “But if you’re not ready, it’s okay too. I’m sure your dad will understand.”

Yuki contemplates before ultimately deciding on running towards her father who greets her with his arm wide open. You watch as Jungkook embraces Yuki warmly, eyes closing and pressing kisses on her cheek. Yuki buries her face on the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m not mad. I understand. I’m just happy you’re okay now,” Jungkook soothes, rubbing Yuki’s back in circles.

At that moment, you feel a tug in your heart. You’ve never really looked at Jeon Jungkook before – your paths didn’t really cross despite living on the same floor. You would only get a chance to talk to Yuki when the two of you would be walking up the hill to your apartment building after school ended. Maybe it was because you were a homebody who spent your free time in the comfort of your home. But now that you had gotten the chance to really see him – you couldn’t deny that he was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen.

You quickly shut down this thought. He’s a married man for crying out loud – it’s not right for you to be thinking about him in any way.

“Did you say thank you to Y/N?” Jungkook asks Yuki.

“She already did, and really, it’s not a problem. Glad I could be of help,” You say with a smile. “Anyway, I guess I’ll be on my way. I still have some papers to grade.”

“I’ll walk you back,” Jungkook offers.

You shake your head. “No, it’s okay, Mr. Jeon.”

“No, please, let me. It’s the least I can do for your help, for now, at least,” He insists. “I prepared your favorite snack in the kitchen, Yuki. I’ll just walk Y/N back to her apartment then I’ll join you, okay?” He tells his daughter, kissing the top of her head.

“Yes dad,” Yuki answers with a nod.

She gives you a hug on your way out.

“There’s really no need for you to walk me back, Mr. Jeon,” You say as you scratch the top of your head awkwardly.

“We are walking now so too late,” He quips, a lopsided smile forming on his lips. You only now see his piercing. Damn. “I’m serious though. This won’t just be the last thank you you’ll receive from me. You helped us out so much. You deserve better than a walk.”

“It’s really okay. I’m just happy that Yuki is fine,” You say as you reach your apartment. “Here I am. Thank you for walking me back, Mr. Jeon.”

“Thank you for everything, Y/N. If there is anything you need – anything – I’m just at 613, okay? Please don’t hesitate to knock on our door.”

You smile, nodding. “See you around, Mr. Jeon.”

“See you, Y/N, and if you’re comfortable with it, please just call me Jungkook.”

“Okay,” You say. “See you around, Jungkook.”

His smile widens – or at least in your mind it does. “Great. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, Y/N.”

When you walk back inside your apartment, you press your back against the door, heart beating faster than normal. Why do you get the feeling that you’ll be seeing more of the Jeons? And why does it make your heart race?

ANDI: I need this while working on something as dark as Dead Kids so I won’t be too burnt out when writing it. I hope you guys liked it and let me know what you think! 🦉

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © ANDI-KOOK 2024. NO PART OF THIS STORY MAY BE REPRODUCED, TRANSLATED, MODIFIED, EDITED, REPOSTED AND THE LIKES WITHOUT THE AUTHOR’S PERMISSION.

DEAD KIDS ✦ Chapter 2

SUMMARY: A group of university students kidnaps their rich batchmate for ransom. However, things take a darker turn when the new recruit grows a dangerous obsession with the captive and all hell breaks loose.

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Slow burn Yandere, Crime AU

WARNINGS: Not suitable for audiences below 18. Please do not engage with the story if you are underage. WATCH OUT FOR: dark and morally corrupt characters, foul language, mention of Catholicism, slut shaming and objectification of women, mention of inappropriate relationship between professor/student, mentions and depiction of “rape” and “rape fantasy” throughout the story, masturbation, threats, MC has an NSFW blog with hard kinks and fantasies, non consensual touching. Overall, this is a disturbing chapter – based on my standards – so if you are not comfortable with these topics, do not proceed. Inspired by the film, Dead Kids (2019).

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WORD COUNT: 3K

“Why did you really want to take her?” Jungkook asks Namjoon as they sit and eat the ramen he cooked around the living area. Beside him, Yoongi and Hoseok are fast asleep, the latter clutching onto the former’s arm like it’s his plushie while the former has his head thrown against the headrest.

Namjoon, who is seated on the other makeshift sofa, gulps down the soup from his ramen before letting out a satisfied sigh and wipes his mouth with the back of his mouth. “How many times do we have to say that we kidnapped Y/N for ransom?”

“I’m not stupid, Namjoon,” Jungkook says. “We’re already tied to this shit until the ransom drop. The least you can do is be upfront on why you did this in the first place. I’m not taking a bullet for you or anyone.”

The buzz-cut haired man leans his back against the sofa, which unlike his premium one, is built from scratch by Jungkook using old wood and cases of beers around the warehouse. He gazes at Jungkook for a while, studying him while swimming in his own thoughts. The tattooed man wonders if Namjoon is contemplating telling him the truth. He wonders if the two sleeping men beside him also knew the truth.

They claim to have been friends since the fourth grade, but does time really make you know a person inside out?

“My father didn’t used to be the way he is now – corrupt. Growing up, I looked up to him because of how honest and upstanding he was as a cop. I knew he did some off-the-books shit, but he still had a moral compass, still had lines he didn’t cross. But then he met Y/N’s father, Kim Seokjin, when I was ten. Suddenly, everything changed,” Namjoon narrates, letting out a scoff as he shakes his head and rubs his palms on his baggy jeans. “He went from being a great husband and father to my mother and I to a complete asshole. We didn’t have religion but after meeting Kim Seokjin, we were suddenly Catholics, attending church with his family every Sunday. I was baptized and Kim Seokjin became my godfather. But the worst part was seeing him erase all the lines he drew and swore never to cross when he began to use his position as a detective and then eventually sergeant to now the chief of the entire police force in Seoul to protect Kim Seokjin and his criminal empire.”

Jungkook inhales deeply. “So, kidnapping Y/N is you taking on revenge against Kim Seokjin for corrupting your father? It is personal. It’s never about the money?”

“Of course, the money is important and integral to the plan. But yes, you are correct – I want to avenge my father from Kim Seokjin by hitting him where I know it will hurt the most: his only daughter, Y/N.”

“You promised that we are not going to hurt her,” Jungkook counters immediately.

Namjoon doesn’t say anything.

“Namjoon,” Jungkook clicks his tongue. “If you do that – what makes you different than Kim Seokjin?”

“Why are you so protective of her?” Namjoon asks pointedly. “What? Just because she gave you a boner, you’re suddenly fucking in love with her? Don’t think I didn’t notice. We all did. Yoongi is right – drop the morally upright act, Jeon. You’re just as demented as we are. The moment you agreed to this plan, you’re just as fucked up.”

The sudden call out makes Jungkook turn crimson and Namjoon smirks, placing his leg over the other. “Don’t worry – unlike you, I don’t judge people. To each our own. If shit like that turns you on, then that’s on you. Why don’t you take the opportunity to act on it?”

His eyes widen, shocked and disgusted. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Jungkook knows exactly what Namjoon is talking about, but he is completely aghast at the insinuation.

The de facto leader only widens his smirk, pulling out his packet of cigarettes and lighter from the front pocket of his large, oversized coat. “You know what I’m talking about, Jeon. A pretty naked girl tied to a chair in your warehouse – it’s perfectly normal to feel aroused by such sight. We won’t judge you if you just get it over and done with.”

“You’re more than fucked up,” Jungkook hisses, face flushed and veins popping out on his neck. “I’m not going to fucking touch her.”

Namjoon lights the cigarette in between his lips. Then, he inhales, and smoke leaves his lips as he replies, “Why not? Y/N is a dirty slut who fucks her married professor with kids her age after church and dinner every Sunday night and more – I bet you all my cut that she’s not going to resist you because she’s probably into fucking someone having their own way with her. No, in fact, I can tell you she’s going to enjoy it.”  

Jungkook feels hot. Images of your naked trembling body and whimpering pleas filling his mind and ears.

“She has a blog, you know? A secret blog where she writes these fantasies and kinks she has. Posts her nudes on there too. Do you wanna know what is one fantasy she keeps on writing about?”

“No, I really don’t,” Jungkook says through gritted teeth.

“It’s a rape fantasy, Jungkook. What a fucking dirty slut she is, right? I bet she’s fucking wet right now at the thought, at the anticipation that one of us or all of us are going to have our ways with her. I bet she’s aching to be touched. I bet she wants you to rape her, Jungkook. So, why not just do it?”

He stands up in a jolt, hitting his knee on the makeshift table he made from old tires and steel roof and stammering some excuse that he needs to go the bathroom or air – he can’t remember. Jungkook finds himself in his room, back pressed against the door. His shirt sticks to his skin because of the sweat, and he takes it off, leaving it discarded on the floor. Namjoon’s words mixed with the flashing images of your perky nipples, smooth skin, sound of your whimpers, pleas, your smell – it makes him hard. Harder than he’s ever been.

Before he knows it, Jungkook is unbuttoning his jeans, pulling it down along with his boxers, his erection springing free. He spits on his palm before he begins stroking his length, shuddering at the touch, making his mouth dry. He presses the back of his head against the door, eyes closed as he imagines you on your knees – like you were with the professor – those lips around his shaft, head bobbing as you suck him dry. He imagines hearing your moans, imagines his dick hitting the back of your throat as you go deeper and beg him to fuck your mouth like a whore. Jungkook’s stroking himself faster. He imagines hearing you gag as he fucks your mouth, not stopping even when you’re clearly suffocating. Then, he cums, toes curling and a guttural groan escaping his lips.

As he comes back from his high, Jungkook stares at the white sticky substance covering his hand and cock. He just jerked off to you, a girl they kidnapped, and he knows it won’t be the last time.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Yoongi hisses at him the moment he comes back from his room, showered and changed into more comfortable clothes.

Jungkook deliberately ignores the stare of Namjoon and flops on the seat beside Hoseok who is eating the remaining ramen. “Why the fuck do you care?”

“I’m going to punch this kid, I swear to God,” Yoongi grumbles, rolling his eyes. “We’re making the ransom call, you dumb fuck. Or rather, you are.”

Jungkook furrows his brows. “What? Why me?”

“Every one of us here has already encountered Y/N’s father at least once. The man remembers everyone he encounters. You’re the only exception,” Namjoon explains as he hands you a black phone. “It’s a burner phone, untraceable. I took it from my dad. And this is what you’re going to say – make sure you sound intimidating at least. Put it on speaker too.”

Namjoon places his phone on the makeshift table and Jungkook clicks his tongue. “The deal was you only use my warehouse. So far, you got me doing far more than that.”

“Do you want 25 million or not?” Yoongi asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Cos if you do, you better start calling Kim Seokjin.”

I’m going to punch you soon, Jungkook tells himself before he unlocks the phone and goes to the contact list where Kim Seokjin’s name is the only one listed. He takes a deep breath, going over the script on Namjoon’s phone before clicking on the contact and putting the call on speaker. The ringing sound echoes throughout the warehouse. The tension is palpable again, like it was back in the car earlier that night.

After a few more rings, Kim Seokjin’s voice fills the warehouse. It’s light but a hint of roughness and irritation is noticeable right away.

“Who is this?”

Jungkook licks his lips as he read the script in front of him. “We have your daughter. If you want to see her alive, prepare 100 million won and bring it to 2020 this Friday night. Otherwise, the next time you’ll see her is on the news, dead.”

Hoseok covers his mouth to keep himself from laughing while Yoongi stares hard at the phone. Namjoon, on the other hand, is relaxed on his seat, smoking.

“You sound young, boy,” Seokjin remarks. “You are not the first person to call me in the middle of the night asking for ransom. Do you really have any idea what you’re doing?”

Namjoon motions for him to repeat what he just said.

“If you want to see her alive, prepare 100 mill—,”

“Don’t you think I would be able to find my daughter faster than you could ever imagine? Do you know who you’re talking to?”

That triggers Jungkook. He’s been hearing that question – that discrimination his entire life and he’s sick of it. He’s fucking sick of it.

“I don’t give a fuck who you are. Either you give us 100 million in exchange for your whore of a daughter or I will personally make you watch as we do everything we want with her, make you watch as she begs you to make it stop, make you listen as she takes her last breath before I fucking slit her throat so deep her head nearly decapitates. You have until Friday night – and you better make sure the police don’t get involved. Don’t fucking ask me who the fuck you are again.”

He ends the call, gripping the phone tightly.

“What the fuck was that? Why the hell didn’t you stick to the script?! Are you trying to get us all a one way ticket to prison?!” Yoongi exclaims.

“Did you not hear what he’s saying? He caught on that we are fucking amateurs. I saved our asses – you should be fucking grateful,” Jungkook snaps, clenching his jaw. “If you didn’t want me to do the call, maybe the three of you should have done it yourselves. Fucking useless bastards.”

“Hey! What did you say?” Hoseok stands, pushing Jungkook by placing his hands on his chest. “Who are you calling useless, huh?”

“Who do you think?” He scoffs.

“Let’s fucking kill this son of a bitch, Hobi.”

“Gladly.”

“Enough,” Namjoon says sternly. “No one is going to kill anyone. Not amongst ourselves. What Jungkook did is right, Yoongi. Jungkook saved our asses. And you,” He turns to the long-haired man, glaring at him. “Mind your fucking tone and language with us. We’re not fucking useless. Remember that we recruited you. Not the other way around. If anyone should be grateful to someone, it’s you. We’re the reason you’ll get out of this shit hole.”

Nobody says a word.

“It’s getting late. Let’s gather here tomorrow after our classes. Just go about your usual days until the drop. Don’t be suspicious,” The de facto leader reminds. “Jungkook, keep an eye out, okay? Don’t forget to check in on our little friend from time to time. Make sure she’s still breathing.” He smirks as he pats his shoulder on his way out.

Yoongi and Hoseok follow suit. Once Jungkook hears Namjoon driving off his – rather his aunt’s – property, he resigns to the sofa behind him. He buries his face into his hands. Five days. You’ll be stuck with him at the warehouse for five fucking days. Granted, he has classes to attend to, so he won’t be at home all day, but he’s sure you won’t leave his mind wherever he goes.

The phone in his hand buzzes and he stares at the new notification on the screen – a text message from an unknown number. Jungkook unlocks the phone, goes to the messaging app, and clicks on the new text.

avirgins1ut on tumblr if you wanna read some things tonight

“Fuck you, Namjoon,” Jungkook mutters under his breath. However, when he goes to his room, grabs his shitty phone and opens his data – he installs the app despite knowing it will consume almost all the remaining gigabytes he has left.

Jungkook lies down on his bed and creates his profile. He doesn’t bother customizing it, going straight to your blog which is all black and hot pink. Instantly, he’s drawn to your profile picture – a simple mirror shot of you hiding your bare chest with your arms, head tilt slightly to the side and a black panty covering your cunt. He swallows the lump in his throat as he scrolls down, reading your pinned post:

“Hey. You can call me Angel. I’m 23 years old. This blog is filled with all my fantasies and kinks, sometimes my nudes. Feel free to send me yours too.

My kinks: cnc, free use, somnophilia, spit, slapping, marking, choking, daddy, and more.

My favorite fantasies: rape play, kidnapped, kept as sex slave, knife/gun play, forced gangbang, and more – why don’t you help me unlock those? DMs and asks open for all your threats and nudes.

Update: already got myself a master/daddy. Asks and messages are off.”

As he scrolls further down your blog, Jungkook doesn’t even realize he already has his hand wrapped around his dick as he masturbates to your the latest fantasy you wrote albeit months ago.

I can’t stop masturbating to this dark fantasy of mine – being raped by someone so brutally after they kidnap me. How they would keep me chained to the bed, always naked so they can easily rape me whenever and however they want. They would mock me whenever I would tell them to stop (“You shouldn’t have worn those skirts if you didn’t want to be raped. But you did. So, this isn’t rape. You were clearly asking for this like some depraved filthy bitch in heat. You’re fucking loving this, don’t you? Isn’t this what you want?”) and choke me as they pound into my wet and clenching pussy relentlessly. They would slap and spit on my face, abusing my cunt for hours until I’m full of theirs and their friends’ cum whom they called to let them have a taste of their new toy.

They would rape me day in and out until my body gets so used to it that I start asking for it – crying and begging to be fucked. “Shh, angel, daddy’s going to fuck you, okay? Don’t cry.” Slowly, I would forget all my autonomy and identity, wholly submitting myself to them because I was never my own in the first place – I was always theirs.

“Fuck, Y/N!” His entire body shakes as he cums again. Jungkook can’t stop – he wants to read more, see more as you posted a picture of your cum covered cunt at the end of the post and he imagines it’s his. But he gets a notification that he is out of data and Jungkook slams his phone on his bed, frustrated beyond bounds. He is still hard. He still wants to see more of you, read more of your fantasies.

Namjoon’s words echo in his mind. I bet she’s fucking wet right now at the thought, at the anticipation that one of us or all of us are going to have our ways with her. I bet she’s aching to be touched. I bet she wants you to rape her, Jungkook. So, why not just do it?”

And before he knows it – he is standing across from your limp body. You’re still unconscious – sack over your head, tied and bound on the metal chair. Jungkook walks towards you, gently touching your shoulders to see if you would react but you don’t. He bites his lower lip as his eyes fall on your naked chest. He reaches down to trace its curves before ultimately cupping one breast in hand, fondling, squeezing, twisting the nipple and pinching it. No response.

He begins to stroke himself as he continues to fondle your breasts. This is wrong, but why does it feel so good?

“F-Fucking slut, you’re asking for this,” Jungkook hisses through his teeth. He’s not going to last any longer – not when those perky nipples are so inviting and moments later, he cums all over tits. He’s panting, an exhilarating feeling he hasn’t felt before rising within him as he stares at your cum covered chest. He swallows, breathing heavily. Should he stop now or keep going? He doesn’t have data anymore, but he does have the real thing right in front of him. But you twitch and he jumps in surprise. Suddenly, the realization of his actions washes upon him. He feels a coil in his stomach. What has he done? He scrambles out of the room and dash straight to the bathroom where he extensively washes his hand and splashes cold water on his face. Then, he throws himself on his thin mattress, staring at the ceiling as he pants. Namjoon is right – he’s just as fucked up as they are.

CHAPTER 3 is coming soon.

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hard thoughts on step dad jungkook !!!

WARNINGS: PWP smut, pseudo-incest, rough finger fucking, slight exhibitionism, daddy kink, slut shaming, slapping, hair pulling, marking, biting, no aftercare cos mean jk, you are in your 20s while jk is in his 30s ♡ i just got sooo horny seeing jungkook’s fingers so yeah. fuck i miss him. i want to ride him so bad.

step dad jk who would pull you on his lap at the dining room, flipping your skirt to expose your white cotton panties and began palming your cunt while kissing you – your mother showering upstairs after cooking breakfast for all of you. you placed your hand on his buff chest, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to push yourself away from him, but this only angered your step dad and tugged your hair harshly as his hand cupped your already wet cunt aggressively. “i told you not to resist me,” jungkook would say, dark round eyes glaring at your flushed face. “you’re mine. i’ll take you whenever, however, and wherever i want.”

you could only whimper as he tugged at your hair. “now open those thighs for me, baby. let daddy fuck you with his fingers before your mom comes down and sees us – not that you’d be bothered by it. you’re a slut anyway.”

his dark chuckle sent shivers down your spine and a jolt of lust that made you wetter. jungkook ordered you to suck on his fingers, maintaining eye contact as you did so, before he used those same fingers to furiously rub your clit inside your panties. you arched your back in pleasure, gripping his polo and the table tightly as jungkook began to suck and nibble your neck.

“f-fuck, d-daddy,” you moaned, biting your lower lip as jungkook’s fingers enter your slick hole. “oh fuck! daddy!”

“so tight, baby. how come you’re still so fucking tight after i fucked you so many times already, hmm? not letting any cock inside you? only daddy’s?” jungkook bit on your skin, making you jump, clit grazing his rough palm.

“y-yes daddy. i-i only w-want your c-cock,” you panted, his thrusts going deeper, fingers curling inside you. “daddy, please, g-gonna cum.”

“not yet, wait for my go signal,” jungkook said through gritted teeth. “you’re not going to cum until i say so.”

“but daddy–,”

“hey guys! i’ll be down in a minute. you can start eating without me!” your mom exclaimed from upstairs, making your eyes wide and your heart race.

jungkook didn’t stop fucking his fingers into your squelching pussy. “come on, baby, don’t be rude. answer your mother.” he taunted, a lazy smirk appearing on his face.

“o-okay, mo-m!”

“good girl,” your step dad praised. “we’re going to wait for your mother to come down those stairs before you cum, okay?”

you were mortified. you stared at jungkook with wide eyes. “what? jungkook, no, that’s–,”

he pulled his fingers out of your cunt and slapped you with that hand, narrowing his gaze at you. “who said you can say no to me, huh? who told you to call me jungkook?”

you cowered in fear, curling into a ball against him. “i-i’m sorry d-daddy, i just–i got scared.”

he clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “seems to me you need some punishing, baby. you’re awfully defiant these days,” jungkook placed his fingers back inside your hole. “i’m going to fucking destroy you tonight, baby. in the meantime, don’t cum until you hear your mother coming downstairs. got it?”

you nodded furiously, grinding your hips against his palm. “yes daddy, fuck, i’m sorry. i-i’ll be a g-good girl, promise.”

jungkook hummed as he connected your lips, asserting dominance with his tongue and you let him. and when you heard those familiar clicks of your mother’s heels coming down stairs, jungkook picked up his pace, making you bite on his lip as you fought the urge to moan out his name. daddy.

click, click, click.

“cum on daddy’s fingers, baby,” said jungkook through his bitten lower lip. “slut, you want your mother to see us, huh?” he teased.

click, click, click. two more steps and your mother would be in the living area already. you felt that familiar knot in your stomach.

click, click.

you came and jungkook pushed you off him, pulling his chair closer to the table to hide the patch of wetness on his pants along with his aching boner. your legs shook, almost making you fall face flat on the wooden floor, but fortunately – you caught yourself. you caught your breath as you walked to the refrigerator to grab yourself a glass of water.

“hey good morning, babe,” you heard your step dad greeting your mother followed by the sound of them kissing. your skin crawled. “thank you for cooking breakfast. it’s really good.”

“you’re welcome, hun. of course, you guys deserve the best breakfast. y/n, what are you doing there? come sit and eat before you go to school,” your mother’s sweet oblivious tone reached your ears. “have some more, honey. i know you have a long day at work today.”

you gulped down the glass of water in your hand, bringing it with you to the table. from your peripheral vision, you watched as jungkook picked up the sausage with the same fingers buried inside your cunt just moments ago. then, he sucked on his fingers, glancing briefly at you with a sly smirk ghosting on his lips. “hmm, taste so good.”