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DISCLAIMER : All my story is a work of fiction. Description of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. Everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination. *unless mentioned that it is based on true event.

KEY : a - Angst | f- Fluff | m - Mature | d - Dark | c - Crack/Humour | e2l - Enemies to Lovers | f2l - Friends to Lovers | s2l - Strangers to Lovers | Marked with w!! is my fav <3 | est!rs - Established relationship

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— Do not steal, copy or modify any of my work. I also do not accept any translation request for my story :)

NAVIGATION  |  LIBRARY

LOST & FOUND [M]

Part of ELITES series.

A LITTLE FLIRTING WON’T HURT [M]  (m, c, f2l)

Who would’ve thought that flirting with Jimin would bring you to the knees in front of Taehyung instead of Jimin?

MORE TO COME!

LIES & DECEIT [M]

Part of ELITES Series.

MORE TO COME!

FORGOTTEN MUSE [M]

Part of ELITES Series.

THE DEUCE TO PAY (d, tw : yandere)

Part of Reincarnation Series [1/2]

Teaser

It was unprofessional of you to fall for you patient and for your patient to fall for you back? You have the deuce to pay. But what if that’s what Jimin has been planning on? For you to fall for him.

THE DAREDEVIL [M]

Part of Reincarnation Series [2/2]

"A queen on throne or the queen of his heart.”

MORE TO COME!

DUTY & HONOUR [M]

 Part of ELITES Series.

MORE TO COME!

MASK PARADE [M]

Part of ELITES Series.

MORE TO COME!

HARMONY & MELODY [M]

Part of ELITES Series.

MORE TO COME!

DEVIL’S EMPIRE [M]

Part of ELITES Series.

DECEPTION [M]  (a, m, f2l, e2l)

You are irreplaceable in his life and so is he in yours.

Mayhap, it's time to change that. The moment he aimed his gun at your head, where the trigger could go off at any second, there, you immediately knew you are very much replaceable so you take matters into your own hands and walk out of his life and away from him as soon as your work contract with him ended.

It's safe to say that he hates not having your presence near him and who said you get to walk out his life just like that? You promised not to leave him,

So, why did you break the promise?

MARKED [M] (m)

missions suck, but you suck better.

ETERNAL REST (d, tw : yandere)

“Sleep well and forever, my love. As you have slumbered to your eternal rest.”

HOUSE OF CARDS [M] (m, a, f, est!rs) w!!

house of cards. it’s fragile, it could collapse in just a few seconds after building it. we could always rebuild it, right? don’t want to walk out of this house of cards. can we please slow down the time? don’t want to let this go, don’t want this to collapse.

i say it like a habit, “we won’t work in the end” even so, i keep on hoping.

but now?

the house of cards, it’s collapsing with no intention of rebuilding it after.

MORE TO COME!

GHOUL

Japan launched a second branch of CCG in Korea, naming it KCCG for Korea Commission of Counter Ghoul. Your decision to join the force led you to reunite with your childhood friend, Park Jimin, at the Ghoul Investigator Training Academy.

After years of trainings and missions, you’ve accomplished a rank you never thought you’d be able to reach: Associate Investigator of Special Class, the last rank before the highest for ghoul investigator: Investigator ofSpecial Class.

Now all you have to focus on is to achieve that highest rank and maybe aim to be in one of the higher-ups positions.

With the help (or not) of your friends, which includes Jimin’s six other friends, your three best friends, and your two partners.

OT7 x Reader

ELITES

Perfection is what people thought of when it comes to the seven elites of Bangtan Royal Academy, but underneath the perfect facade, there is chaos.

The divine, raw chaos not everyone knew of the chaos inside of them, not even between the elites themselves. Granted, they might know each other better than anyone else, but only the surfaces and have yet to reach the depth of it. What lies underneath the facade is chaos, and you happened to be part of the chaos or worst,

You are the chaos.

BTS x OCs

MORE TO COME!

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— THE DEUCE TO PAY | PJM (TEASER)

PAIRING : Jimin x OC

TROPE : Supernatural(?) | Doctor-patient relationship (this taboo relationship 💀) | Dark Romance

DISCLAIMER : This story is a work of fiction. The description of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. Everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

RATING : 16+

WORD COUNT : 769 (for teaser)

MASTERLIST | NAVIGATION | READ FULL VER.

SUMMARY : It was unprofessional of you to fall for you patient and for your patient to fall for you back? You have the deuce to pay. But what if that’s what Jimin has been planning on? For you to fall for him.

AUTHOR NOTE : this story had a youtube version for it in my channel but i decided to post it here too. this version is rewritten and hopefully is better than the original one </3 i cringe so hard while rereading the old one ngl.. there were just so many errors I felt like throwing my computer away. but anyway, teaser is picked out by @leemien <3 proofread by one and only, grammarly 🪧 if you see mistakes, no you dont :)

“My darling…”

That voice again.

You get vibrations as the nickname rolls out of his plump lips so pleasantly. It’s like honey to the ears. You feel the need to run and melt in his arms.

You realise something is wrong.

The pull isn’t too magnetic and strong so you quickly snap out of it and try to focus on Jimin instead of losing to your innermost thoughts and subconscious.

“(Y/N), we got Lia now, let’s leave fir—”

Jimin lets out a growl, a very threatening one. He shoots a glare at the male doctor, Dr. Hwang— His glare sends away a warning.

Take her away and I’ll rip your head off your neck.

He wants nothing more than to kill everyone who tried to take her away from him. You turn to the threatened doctor. “I need to handle my patient, Dr. Hwang. If you..” You glance at everyone that’s present in Jimin’s room, camping at the door and the hallway, witnessing the scene.

“If all of you could please kindly return to your respective works or doings just now and do not enter this room.” You say apologetically. You bow deeply as you continue. “I’m truly sorry for the inconvenience I have caused.”

Once everyone leaves, you exhale. You didn’t notice how suffocating it was when the people crowded the room until they all finally left. You breathe in deeply before turning to Jimin.

“Did you just use your ability on me?” You throw your accusation as you send him a glare.

“You wanted to leave me…” He murmurs but you hear him.

You sigh and rub your temple out of frustration. Frustrated because a) you made a mistake, a careless one at it, b) Jimin uses his ability on you. You don’t say a word as you just stand on your spot. You glance at your wrist and it has passed the pick up time at the cat hotel.

Now you have to call Maya to extend the time.

You tap both of your cheeks 2-3 times as if to pull yourself together “Let’s get you back to sleep hmm?” You send him the best smile you could pull out of your now fatigue body.

But Jimin isn’t having it.

“N-No! You’ll leave me!” He protests. “You’ll be gone once I open my eyes the next day.”

“I’m staying until you fall asleep? How does that sound?” You suggest. “Of course I’ll be gone once you wake up next morning, Jimin. I can’t spend the night here.”

“No.”

“If you’re not sleeping then I’m leaving. You’ll see me walk away from you right in front of your two eyes.” It’s an empty threat. If Jimin doesn’t want to sleep willingly then you’ll have to give him his sleeping pills. After the stunt he just pulled, he needs sleep.

You most certainly didn’t expect Jimin to take your threat seriously.

“No, you’re staying with me, darling.”

He’s doing it again.

But this time he’s putting more force on his voice. His voice is so enchanting to your ears that it makes your legs weak. Jimin laces his voice with enchantment to attract you to him, to pull you to him without him having to lift a finger. Just a roll of his tongue.

He is using his ability on you.

“Come to me, (Y/N),” Jimin calls out in a sing-song manner, making your feet move subconsciously, you are being pulled to him like a piece of magnet attracted to another. You try your hardest to not fall and succumb to his alluring voice as you fight with your subconscious.

Jimin sees the way you try to fight off his calling. You are fighting so hard for a fight that’s one sided. Jimin could easily use his ultimate weapon and have you immediately in his arms but maybe he enjoys seeing you struggle. Your struggle is worse than futile.

It’s all fun while it lasts. You had your fun—going against him— now let him have his fun.

Jimin stares at you as he opens his mouth. He rolls his tongue to enunciate his siren song.

No mere human can stand a siren song.

The dangerous song entices you in every mean and way, his immaculate syllables lace with irresistible temptation as his voice starts to ring on her head, probing your head. Jimin is taking over your mind. Every word only seems to heightened the enchantment and dullen your senses.

The last syllables roll out of Jimin’s lips as the song comes to its end and you are finally in his arms.

“Exactly where you belong, darling.”

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— THE DEUCE TO PAY | PJM

PAIRING : Jimin x OC

TROPE : Supernatural(?) | Doctor-patient relationship (this taboo relationship 💀) | Dark Romance

RATING : 16+

DISCLAIMER : This story is a work of fiction. The description of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. Everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

WORD COUNT : 11K

MASTERLIST | NAVIGATION

SUMMARY : It was unprofessional of you to fall for you patient and for your patient to fall for you back? You have the deuce to pay. But what if that’s what Jimin has been planning on? For you to fall for him.

AUTHOR NOTE : this story had a youtube version for it in my channel but i decided to post it here too. this version is rewritten and hopefully is better than the original one </3 i cringe so hard while rereading the old one ngl.. there were just so many errors I felt like throwing my computer away. but anyway, beta read by @leemien !! <3 (and @/Tess) proofread by one and only, grammarly 🪧

WARNINGS : This story deals with mental illness, trauma, contains dubious situations that some readers might find it disturbing and triggering (if you have a problem with this then my story is not for you) and quite a number of inaccurate and made-up information about certain things just to fit in the story. (i did make some research to try and make this makes sense ㅠㅠ)

DEDICATION : To my baby twin, happy birthday <3

The smell of a hospital.

Sterile, generic and sometimes overwhelming. 

It still feels overwhelming even after years—Well, three years, to be precise—of your career as a psychiatrist. It has always been your dream and goal to cure—or at least help people with mental illnesses and psychological disorders.

You are not mentally ill or have any mental health issues, at least you think you don’t. It’s your surroundings that make you pursue this path.

Mom had severe depression when she was alive. She got better after getting married to Dad but it didn’t last long. After a few months into the marriage, she started being the way she was before marriage.

Aunt told me Mom was abused by their dad, my grandfather. She escaped his grasp when Dad proposed to her and finally got married to her, taking her away from her own dad. 

Your heart aches for your mother. 

All the pain she went through. The dark thoughts that always cloud her mind, influence her negatively. 

Mom always told me that I’m the only reason why she’s still holding on. 

But maybe after holding on for so long, she decided to finally let go.

Let you go. 

She’s free from any pain, at least. 

Your heels click along the dreary hallway, you are doing your usual task; giving prescriptions to the patients in this hospital and doing some rounds around the building. Yes, just the usual. 

You have a quite good reputation in this hospital. 

Asclepius Hospital, Psychology and Psychiatry Specialist. A private hospital. 

You get along with your patients rather quickly and easily. One of your patients once said,

“You have a very attractive aura around you. You are approachable and I just feel like I can tell you almost anything. Something in you just attracts me, makes me trust you and actually have faith in you..”

What she said almost sounds unreal but then again you never know. If that’s what they felt about you then you are more than glad to continue providing those. 

It was from your first ever patient. A young female adult, 20 years old. She had suffered from eating disorder, insomnia, severe depression and substance abuse problems. She was hospitalised here for about 6 months. It has been to hell and back but she survived with enough willpower and support. 

You stop in front of a metal door with a slanted knob. 

Patient 7959, the board reads. 

NAME : Park Jimin 

DESCRIPTION : Depression and Insomnia

HEAVY WARNING : This patient possesses the ability of a Siren.

DOCTOR IN CHARGE : (Y/N)

NOTE : Anything regarding this patient, please contact Dr. (Y/N) first.

Thank you for your understanding and cooperation. 

You take in an amount of oxygen as you feel the air turns suffocating making it hard to breathe. It’s always like that— You would be lying if you think you’re not afraid to confront your patients. 

You always are.

The thoughts of what the patients might do if they lose control all of a sudden— Her facade would break down if that ever happens. But for now, you shake the nervousness off, this is part of your job and the risk in the profession itself. 

You bring your hand to knock on the metal door. You hear a faint ‘come in’ and it’s your cue. You twist the slanted knob as the metal door gapes open and you make your way in.

Upon entering, you immediately spot the young man, Jimin, sitting on one of the couches. You give him your signature smile as you put down the tray that you are carrying, full of medications that you had brought from the outside. You settle down next to Jimin on his couch. 

Some patients have the privilege to design their own room according to their preferences with safety measures and procedures taken of course. The supervisor will make sure that all settings and functions are anti-ligature. Whereas the case of patients with serious mental illness was put in a padded cell until it’s the right time to give them their own room— their own to design. 

Jimin’s room is simple. The walls are painted in black and the floor is covered with black wooden tiles. He arranges his double bed to be on the very corner near the shatter-resistant window. The room is complete with an all-together kitchen, bathroom and living room. 

The design of this room is like the one he had back at home, he said.

As you settle down next to him, you ask, “How are you today, Jimin?”

“Good,” he mumbled. “B-but that doesn’t mean I’m healed right..”

It wasn’t a question. It was like a protest, denial.

Jimin doesn’t want to leave your side even when he’s healed. You were his saviour and it will remain like that. You are his saviour. 

You don’t miss Jimin's sickly infatuation for you but you block him out and deny it just like he’s denying his health. Not really denying his health. Indeed, he is sick and in need of a doctor’s attention but he’s refusing to get better just to not have you taken away from him. 

A few months ago, you started a game with Jimin and now you can’t end it. 

You just smiled at him. “That’s why I’m here to give your prescriptions,” You stand up on your feet and take the prescriptions. Jimin’s eyes follow you until you settle down again on your previous spot.  

You look at him and ask, “Do you still have trouble sleeping at night?”

Jimin nods. 

You continue asking more questions such as relating to his health, what he did today, the food, any improvements. After finishing the little question and answer session, you put down your clipboard and start giving various types of pills for him. Jimin swallowed each pill with success.

Setting the tray aside, you walk towards Jimin’s bed and pat it as a signal for Jimin to lay down. It’s his bedtime— His favourite time, he claimed. 

You tuck him under the soft duvet. Your fingers run through his hair, massaging his scalp. Jimin hummed and closed his eyes. He loved the feeling; the warmth that you provide for him, he wants to keep it forever...

He wants to keep you forever. 

10 minutes passed and Jimin’s eyelids started to get heavy and heavier. His cat-like eyes slowly started to close and finally shut, drifting off to sleep.

Since he fell asleep, you assume his body is worn out and tired and finally shuts down. His body usually lasts for 2-3 days without sleep. You gave him sleeping pills but not every day. You don’t want him to depend on the pills. 

Caressing his hair for the last time, you get up from the position you are in and tidy up the tray of prescriptions.

Your extra duty for this specific patient is to tidy up his room. It’s an extra duty because it’s not your usual work. Usually, the nurses would clean the patient’s room. In Jimin’s case, he dislikes the fact that people other than you come into his room and clean it up.

He doesn’t like anyone other than you in his personal space. 

You have no problem with the extra duty since Jimin is quite easy to handle now that he’s asleep. Just as you are about to walk to his bathroom, your pager buzzes, indicating a call from the higher-ups.

You quietly moan in exasperation. “Really now? What’s so important that you can’t wait until tomorrow morning?” 

You scan the room quickly before thinking of a solution. The higher-ups building is metres away from patients’ building. Your shift will end in a few minutes which is approximately 20 minutes from now. The walk to another building is going to take about 10 minutes more or less. You need to get off your work sharp since you have to pick up your cat that you had left at the cat hotel this morning before it closes. 

You look at Jimin who’s fast asleep on his bed and the pager that keeps on buzzing in your doctor coat’s pocket. “I’ll get Lia to clean up the room.”

You make up your mind and quickly pick up the tray and head straight to the door. 

Negligence. 

It was a careless mistake of you to do so.

You’ve never skipped your duty of cleaning Jimin’s compartment. 

Jimin doesn’t like anyone else other than you in his comfort zone…

But, he is sleeping. 

And just like that, you left his room. 

Upon hearing the door shut, Jimin’s eyes flick open—Almost immediately.

He was never asleep.

He had a fucking Insomnia. He is so close to sleeping, to finally rest his mind but the moment he doesn't smell, feel your presence and scent, he blinks his eyes open faster than when he was closing it. 

Jimin had three ways to fall asleep and only three which are a) he waits for his body to shut down on its own which usually take 2-3 days maximum, b) sleeping pills, you don’t actually restrict sleeping pills usage on him, when he desperately needs it, you’d give it, c) you. 

He needs you by his side so he can fall asleep. 

You close Mr Yang’s office door as you sigh.

“I can’t believe this,” You tuck your hands in your coat’s pocket as you walk down the hall to go back to the patients' building.

Check Lia and Jimin, change your clothes and pick up your cat. You glance at your watch that is hugging your wrist.

Great, you have 5 minutes before your shift ends. 

“God,” You bring your hands up to your face as you rub, trying to freshen yourself up. “I ran all the way to his office just to him with his wife eating each other out,” You huff. 

It’s not all bad though, Mr Yang gives you a great piece of news. 

The director of the hospital pages you to let you know about a deal he had struck with another hospital. They offer you to work at a known and famous hospital in another province in South Korea. 

Asclepius is as known and famous as the hospital mentioned, you think. You had asked Mr Yang, why did he offer this deal to you and not to others. 

“I’ve sent in 4 résumés to them, Lia’s, Jaemin’s, Beomgyu’s and yours, along with records of patients. They’ve reviewed all of them and they said all of them are satisfying. This might sound biased but they wanted me to offer this to you first.”

You can accept it or reject it. It’s up to you.

“If you’re rejecting this offer, only then will I pass this deal to the others.”

Well, if you decide to stay, Mr Yang would be more than happy— To have the best doctor one could ask for but if you decide to go, it’s fine too since it would establish a great relationship with the hospital. Both decisions are beneficial to him so he doesn’t mind. 

“Evening, Yuri,” You greet your subordinate, Yuri, a young Japanese girl. She’s a mental health nurse. 

Yuri raises her head upon hearing your voice, she greets you back with her cheerful voice. You expect Lia to be here too but you don’t see her. “Where’s Lia?” You ask her. 

“Oh, she’s still in Jimin’s room.” 

You frown. ‘She should be back by now. It wouldn’t take long to clean Jimin’s room since there’s not much of a thing…’

“Weird… She should be done in less than 10 minutes,” You say to no one in particular but Yuri hears you as she agrees. 

You turn on your heels to go to Jimin’s roo—

A feminine high pitched scream echoed throughout the hallway of the patients’ rooms, leaving all of the nurses and doctors present in shock. They all froze in their place thinking that it might be that one of the patients loses control or is having nightmares and manic episodes. 

Wait.

Yuri seems to know what you are thinking about as she voices your thoughts out loud. “But, we don’t have a female patient on this floor, Dr. (Y/N)—”

“Dr. (Y/N)!” 

You turn to the familiar voice. “Aerin?”

Aerin is the head nurse of this hospital. She’s around her 40s. 

“Aerin, where is Li—”

You are cut off by the panicked Aerin. “Lia, she is—” Her pupils are dilated with fear as she tries to regain her speech ability.

“Aerin! Calm down!” You grip her shoulders. You try to calm the panicking girl but to no avail, she is too scared to the point where breathing becomes difficult for her, her body shaking in fear. Having no other option, Aerin grabs on your wrist and leads you somewhere. 

You hear a faint masculine voice as you and Aerin step closer to a certain patient’s room. Jimin’s room.

Then, it hits you.

Lia… Jimin…

Your eyes widened as you finally grasp what’s wrong. How could you be so stupid to really let Lia take over your duty? God, why didn’t you consider the possibility of Jimin waking up while Lia is cleaning? You have the deuce to pay after all this. 

You practically run to Jimin’s room. The screams seem to be attracting other nurses and doctors as they trail behind you and Aerin. You open the metal door, the loud sound coming from the door fills the silence in the room. The scene in front of you is enough to send shivers down to the spine. 

Jimin is choking Lia. 

He’s on top of Lia as his hands grip Lia by her neck, pinning her down to the floor. 

Jimin never ever uses his strength on people. 

Even when someone other than you steps into his zone, he’ll only threaten them from afar. It could mean only one thing…

Lia touches Jimin. 

“Jimin, let go of Lia...” Dr Hwang says softly. 

It doesn’t make Jimin’s grip loosen, if anything, he tightens it causing Lia to let out a choked yelp. The doctors and nurses are trying their best to persuade him but it is to no avail as he tightens his grip at each persuasion they make. 

Can’t they see that each syllable they throw at him causes his grip to tighten?

A hush escapes your lips. The room quickly falls to a pin drop silent. The only sound that is still audible is Lia’s harsh breathing. Jimin’s grip starts to loosen as the room grows quiet and quieter. As his grip loosen enough for air to fill in her lungs, Lia breathes in greedily. 

“Jimin..” You call out for him in a sing-song manner, slowly approaching the two. 

You are cautious of your steps as you continue. “Jimin, let go of Lia’s neck..” Your voice is stern, something that you rarely use on your patients. Jimin doesn’t move as if he’s frozen on the spot. He neither tighten nor loosen his grip on Lia. 

“Jimin,” You finally step in front of him, a few centimetres away. “Let go of Lia’s neck,” Your voice is two times sterner than before but you still keep your tone low. You know better than to raise your voice. Jimin’s sense of hearing is sensitive when he’s using his inhuman strength.

Upon hearing your voice grow sterner, Jimin lets out a low growl. 

Seeing that Jimin didn’t budge at all, you contemplate something. You have no other choice but to use this card against him. You’re not sure if it’s going to work or not but trying doesn’t hurt. 

“If you don’t let go of Lia’s neck, I’m telling the authorities to send you to another hospital, Jimin.” Your voice is thick with seriousness. 

You thought it’s not working but the snap of his head shows that it works. 

His head finally snaps towards you, trying to meet your eyes.

Finally meeting your eyes, he immediately let go of Lia’s neck, moving to wrap his hand around your wrist and pull you to his embrace, not wanting you to leave him but you are faster. You move back a few steps, deliberately avoiding Jimin’s touch as if he is the fire that would burn you.

Lia looks up at you with teary eyes. You send her a swift tilt of head to signal her to escape quickly. Lia obeys, running to her friends all while gasping for air to fill her lungs. You are going to ask her for details later. 

“N-No..” His voice trembles, thick with fear. Fear of losing you.  “You can’t leave me, (Y/N)…”

“My darling…”

That voice again. 

You get vibrations as the nickname rolls out of his plump lips so pleasantly. It’s like honey to the ears. You feel the need to run and melt in his arms.

You realise something is wrong. 

The pull isn’t too magnetic and strong so you quickly snap out of it and try to focus on Jimin instead of losing to your innermost thoughts and subconscious. 

“(Y/N), we got Lia now, let’s leave fir—”

Jimin lets out a growl, a very threatening one. He shoots a glare at the male doctor, Dr Hwang— His glare sends away a warning. 

Take her away and I’ll rip your head off your neck.

He wants nothing more than to kill everyone who tried to take her away from him. You turn to the threatened doctor. “I need to handle my patient, Dr Hwang. If you..” You glance at everyone that’s present in Jimin’s room, camping at the door and the hallway, witnessing the scene.

“If you guys could, please kindly return to your respective works or doings just now and do not enter this room.” You say apologetically. You bow deeply as you continue. “I’m truly sorry for the inconvenience I have caused.”

Once everyone leaves, you exhale. You didn’t notice how suffocating it was when the people crowded the room until they all finally left. You breathe in deeply before turning to Jimin. 

“Did you just use your ability on me?” You throw your accusation as you send him a glare.

“You wanted to leave me…” He murmurs but you hear him. 

You sigh and rub your temple out of frustration. Frustrated because a) you made a mistake, a careless one at it, b) Jimin uses his ability on you. You don’t say a word as you just stand on your spot. You glance at your wrist and it has passed the pickup time at the cat hotel. 

Now you have to call Maya to extend the time. 

You tap both of your cheeks 2-3 times as if to pull yourself together “Let’s get you back to sleep hmm?” You send him the best smile you could pull out of your now fatigue body. 

But Jimin isn’t having it. 

“N-No! You’ll leave me!” He protests. “You’ll be gone once I open my eyes the next day.”

“I’m staying until you fall asleep? How does that sound?” You suggest. “Of course I’ll be gone once you wake up next morning, Jimin. I can’t spend the night here.”

“No.”

“If you’re not sleeping then I’m leaving. You’ll see me walk away from you right in front of your two eyes.” It’s an empty threat. If Jimin doesn’t want to sleep willingly then you’ll have to give him his sleeping pills. After the stunt he just pulled, he needs sleep.

You most certainly didn’t expect Jimin to take your threat seriously. 

“No, you’re staying with me, darling.”

He’s doing it again.

But this time he’s putting more force on his voice. His voice is so enchanting to your ears that it makes your legs weak. Jimin laces his voice with enchantment to attract you to him, to pull you to him without him having to lift a finger. Just a roll of his tongue.

He is using his ability on you. 

“Come to me, (Y/N),” Jimin calls out in a sing-song manner, making your feet move subconsciously, you are being pulled to him like a piece of magnet attracted to another. You try your hardest to not fall and succumb to his alluring voice as you fight with your subconscious. 

Jimin sees the way you try to fight off his calling. You are fighting so hard for a fight that’s one-sided. Jimin could easily use his ultimate weapon and have you immediately in his arms but maybe he enjoys seeing you struggle. Your struggle is worse than futile. 

It’s all fun while it lasts. You had your fun—going against him— now let him have his fun. 

Jimin stares at you as he opens his mouth. He rolls his tongue to enunciate his siren song. 

No mere human can stand a siren song. 

The dangerous song entices you in every mean and way, his immaculate syllables lace with irresistible temptation as his voice starts to ring on her head, probing your head. Jimin is taking over your mind. Every word only seems to heighten the enchantment and dulled your senses.

The last syllables roll out of Jimin’s lips as the song comes to its end and you are finally in his arms. 

“Exactly where you belong, darling.”

“S-stop…” You whine. “Jimin, you promised me not to use your ability and the siren song on m-me anymore!” You scold him despite being in a vulnerable position and state. His arms are still wrapped around your body. His tight grip is the only thing that keeps you in the reality because his singing is making your grip on the reality loosen. 

“And you promised to not leave me,” Jimin says, his voice thick with malevolence. 

“You started a game but too bad you can’t end it…” Jimin chuckles as he traces his fingers across your drowsy face. 

“It’s my game now, darling.”

He kisses your forehead. “Sleep with me today..”

A few months ago.

Your office is tainted with a rich perfume smell.

The usual coffee and woods smell is now mixed with Chanel’s perfume and it’s not a pleasant smell. At. All. 

How many sprays did she put on?

“We have reached a conclusion,” You hear Mr Park’s voice.

“We will put him in this hospital until he gets cured or at least gets better…” Mr Park announces his—and his wife’s—decision.

“If he does get cured,” His wife sarcastically emphasises a hypothetical situation. 

If you could, you would kick her out of your office. Immediately. Mrs Park has been nothing but a bitch throughout this appointment. You can see the dislike she had for her son but it is not necessary for her to publicly express it. Since you can’t kick her out, you ignore her as you continue detailing about his son and you jot down every information possible.

Mr Park is a big shareholder of this hospital. You’ve heard rumours saying he’ll take over this hospital soon—Not like you care at all, but what intrigues you is that people said that he got married to his current wife because of a deal, not out of love. 

Oh god, you should mind my own business, (Y/N).

Once the talk comes to its end, you clasp your hands together. “Alright, if that’s your decision, I will do my best to help your son,” You say with a professional voice.

“If that’s all?” Mr Park and his wife take it as their cue to stand up and leave. You bow your head at them. Mr Park acknowledges your bow as he mirrors your action. His wife hastens out of your office. 

It isn’t a few minutes later and the couple is already gone out of the radar— leaving his mentally sick son alone. You notice him sitting on the chair next to your office’s door. You approach him. 

The parents didn’t even tell her that their son had inhuman abilities. 

And unfriendly.

And also, obsessive. 

“Hey,” You greet him. “Morning!”

He’s aware of your presence but doesn’t make an effort to reply. You wait, just in case but he just seems disinterested so you continue. “What’s your name?”

What a way to strike a conversation. What doctor doesn’t know their patient’s name? Screw that, you just wanted him to talk to you. 

He stares at your face with his dark eyes. “Jimin.”

“And your age?”

“25”

“Okay, great!” You smile at him but he doesn't even spare you a glance as he keeps his gaze on the board in front of him that is pinned with all sorts of medical information. You heave a heavy sigh.

This is going to be tough. 

This is your game.

To make Jimin talk to her was the first task of the game. 

To make Jimin trust her was the ultimate task. 

And once Jimin is cured, 

It’s game over. 

Or so you thought.

“Let’s bring you to your room, Jimin,” You tell him. “Come!” You hold out your hand for him to hold but he simply stands up and stares at you with an empty gaze. 

Okay… Awkward.

Retreating your hand, you pat your thighs and stand on your feet as well as you escort Jimin to his room. Heat crawls on your face out of embarrassment and maybe humiliation too. You sigh, probably humiliating the shit out of yourself is one of the many ways to get Jimin out of his shell. If no one is going to make the first move then who? 

“Okay!” You clasp your hands together to get his attention. “For a starter, your room will be empty. You get to decorate it according to your preference. Once we finish decorating your room, you’ll move here. For the time being, you’ll stay in the ready and available room.”

His father specifically asks for this privilege. 

“Do you have any questions?” You turn to him. You study his face for any reactions but this guy remains with his stoned face, cold and emotionless. 

“No.”

“Well, alright. Let me show you your temporary room.”

Three weeks have passed and you are finally done with Jimin’s room. You barely get enough sleep with the loads of work that are suddenly shoved up to your face almost at the same time. The room would have been done within 2 weeks or less because of Jimin’s simple and minimal preferences. 

In the time spent of three weeks, you surprisingly get along with Jimin. His reaction gets slightly better than the first time they interacted. If his reaction before is just a nod and a shake of head then now he starts to use more words. 

“Do you like it? Do you want to change anything?” You ask, your voice thick with hopefulness—hoping he’ll like the room— and concern. You’re worried if by chance the room isn’t up to his preference and him not reacting when you are showcasing his newly designed room.

The interior is fully based on Jimin’s preference but he doesn’t detail things like the position and arrangement of certain furniture which made it fully your problem to solve. 

Different from your thoughts, your effort actually makes his stomach flutter and his heart fills with warmth. To witness such a human cares for him so much when not even his parents care for him.

But he doesn’t want to believe that you actually care about him. 

It’s probably an act or just because it’s her duty, her obligation. She didn’t do all this out of willingness. He tells himself. 

He decides to ease your worry. “It’s fine.” It came out as emotionless speech. 

Upon hearing his words, you sigh in relief.

It takes days and hours to design his room. You try to finish it as soon as possible, you push some negotiable work for another day just to finish Jimin’s room. You squeeze your brain out to generate ideas for Jimin’s room that made you sleepless at night and the overload works too. You’ve seen the way Jimin was slightly uncomfortable with the ready and furnished room so that’s why you rushed everything. 

The dark circles are visible around your eyes, you don’t have the time to cover it up because you are so excited to show Jimin his room but it doesn’t matter now that Jimin is satisfied with the result. 

Jimin notices the dark circle under your eyes. He has seen how hard you work just for him and it makes his stomach flutter once again. Jimin studies your current look, your hair is slightly dishevelled because you are rushing to get him right after the room is done. Despite your busyness, you still look after Jimin with great care. 

‘No, it’s just part of her work.’

But Jimin would be lying if he said he doesn’t enjoy your company. He loves having you with him in the boring room. You constantly try to strike up a conversation with him and he would just sit and stare, giving little to almost no reaction at all— That was at first. As you continue visiting him, doing the same thing and new things with him every day, he slowly starts to open up to you. 

“(Y/N)?” A masculine voice interrupts the two of you. “Are you done with your patient?”

“Jaemin,” You simper as you see him at the door frame. “Yes, I’m done here.” You scan the room one last time before making your way towards the door. 

‘Don’t go’

You freeze your steps as you feel your coat is being pulled. Turning around and pouring all of your attention on Jimin—the one that pulled your coat. You are surprised by his out of character action. You look at Jimin with knitted eyebrows. 

‘Yes, only keep your attention on me.’

‘Fuck, what am I thinking? It’s just an act— An ac—’

“Jimin?”

Your voice brings him back to reality. He doesn’t notice that his grip on the hem of your coat is tightening for each passing second.

Jaemin lets out a cough as he says. “We’re getting late now, (Y/N).”

You turn to him and back to Jimin. “Is there anything you need, Jimin?” You ask softly, voice lace with concern. Jimin stares at your face, contemplating with his mind. 

Why doesn't he want you to go?

Why does he feel a slight of anger knowing the fact that you are going to leave with that guy?

He is developing an infatuation with you. 

“Don’t go,” He whispers ever so quietly. 

A progress!

You have always prioritised your patient so of course, you would listen to Jimin’s request rather than having lunch with Jaemin. You turn to Jaemin. “I’m sorry, Jaemin... My patient comes first. Ask Lia to accompany you for lunch, okay?” You try giving him suggestions. “I’m really sorry!” You pout to express your sorrow.

“You promised, (Y/N),” Jaemin sighs and folds his arms on his chest. 

‘Can’t this man see how tired (Y/N) is?’

“I know…” You whine at him. “Only this time, please?”

Jimin clutches harder onto your coat. He could see that you are contemplating; you feel sorry and guilty for breaking the promise but you are needed by your patient. You could just decide to go and have lunch with Jaemin and come back to Jimin after lunch but—

He had no choice now. 

Jimin suddenly staggers to his feet as he retreats a few steps back, hands gripping on both sides of his head. Whimpers escape his plump lips. He weakly falls on his knees.

“Jimin!” You gasp as you rush to him. Jimin immediately clings onto your body. He wraps his arms around your waist as he lets his head rest on the crook of your neck, slyly inhaling her scent.

“My head hurts, (Y/N)…” He groans in pain. Obviously faking it.

He sends an intimidating glare to Jaemin. The guy somehow manages to pick up the signal that he’s not welcome in Jimin’s zone.

“My patient needs me, Ja—” You turn to Jaemin but only to see no one at the door frame.

Shrugging it off, you caress Jimin’s head. “Come, let’s get you to bed, Jimin.” You guide Jimin to his bed when suddenly he starts to whisper something in your ear. He is singing something— a song.

“What song are you singing, Jimin?” You ask while still guiding him to his bed.

Jimin doesn’t answer you as he continues singing the song ever so softly. Your mind starts to feel hazy for no reason and your senses are clouded. It feels like someone else is now controlling both your mind and body. Your body loses all strength and clings onto Jimin out of reflex. 

“J-Jimin, why do I feel…” You breathe heavily as you cling on Jimin like he is your last lifeline.

You feel your body heating up as Jimin makes your body burn with pleasure from only his touch.

“Sleep, my darling..” He muses into your ears.

Even though every movement is against your will but your body and mind have been begging for a break and you know better than to go against it so you succumb to the tiredness, you believe you’re succumbing to the tiredness instead of whatever weird feelings you just felt. You fall asleep in Jimin’s arms immediately all while Jimin is still singing his siren song. 

Your eyes flutter open. The sun hits directly on your face making you groan. You dodge the sunlight as you snuggle into your pillow. You have work in a few but you just can’t help to get some more sleep. 

You feel a vibration coming from under your pillow and a giggle follows soon after. 

Pillow? Does a pillow can giggle…?

You immediately get up but to no avail, you are trapped in a pair of strong arms. 

“Stop,” A voice mumbles groggily

You bring your hands to your face as you rub your eyes and blink several times before you get a clear vision of who’s caging you at the moment. You could make out the fluffy dark locks, plump lips and a cute nose.

It’s all too familiar…

Your eyes widen as your brain finally recognises the owner of the body that’s wrapping securely around you. Out of reflex, you immediately push away, creating enough momentum for you to get away and end up falling from the bed. 

“Ahh…” You groan, half regretting and blaming your reflex. 

“Are you okay?” You hear the oh-so-familiar voice. You look at the owner of the voice. Jimin is already looking at you with concern and worry clear on his face. 

“I’m fine,” You simper. “Thank you…”

“How did I fall asleep here?” You start as you stand on your two feet. “And most of all… with you?”

You unconsciously emphasise your last sentence out of pure curiosity. How could you fall asleep in a patient’s room? You know you are done for if the higher-ups get to know about this. 

Your words sting Jimin. He feels like poison just invades his system. Your words are venomous. 

“Do you hate it…? Sleeping with me,” He asks quietly, his voice is thick with sadness and disappointment. 

You brush dust or any dirt off your long coat before you walk to Jimin and pull his hands into yours. His hands are soft and cold. 

“No, I didn’t hate it. I’m just asking how I ended up in your room and bed. I can’t remember what happened,” You explain carefully, your thumbs rubbing his hands in a circular motion. 

You’ve seen the hurt expression Jimin had just now. Maybe your words come out a bit harsher than intended. You get the urge to pull him into a hug but you decide against it so instead, you hold his hands. 

“You looked very tired yesterday. So, I used my ability to make you fall asleep…” He clarifies. “You always help me with my insomnia so I just want to repay your kindness.”

Lies. 

He uses his ability only to make you come to his arms because he’s jealous. You falling asleep is just an excuse but it’s worth it for you too. Your body needs a rest so he has been so kind to provide it for you.

But you need not to know about it. It’s a secret he’ll keep until he dies. 

“Ability?” Your voice is thick with confusion as you ask.

“I possess the ability of a Siren.” He tells you. “But I am no Siren, to ease your worry.”

Jimin tells you of his ability such as having the power to lure anyone with just a roll of his tongue and the words that will come out are laced with enchantment. His touch can make anyone feel pleasure though only sometimes. He also says that he can read minds but he hasn't mastered the ability yet. 

It didn’t shock you that much. You are aware of the universe you’re currently in. Supernatural is a normal thing now. You’ve met with a vampire before though the first impressions weren't very nice. 

“Why didn’t your parents tell me before?” You ask, you try to hide your frustration. His parents shouldn’t leave any detail about their son and this isn’t just any detail. This is an important detail. 

Upon hearing about his parents, his gaze darken and he immediately let go of your hands. Of course you notice the change of demeanour when you had mentioned his parents. You mentally note that he doesn’t like talking about his parents. 

“I’m sorry,” You breathe out an apology. “I shouldn’t have mentioned your parents.” You pull him into a hug. This time you didn’t think twice. Parents can be a sensitive issue.

Jimin returns your hug. “No. It’s okay.” He whispers. “Do you want to know about my parents?”

“If you’re comfortable and fine with it, yes.”

Jimin takes a deep breath before he speaks. “My father got remarried. The woman you saw that day? She's not my mother. My mother died a few years ago when I was 6 turning 7. Mom died because of some illness. A few years after Mom’s death, Dad got remarried. His wife ever liked me in the first place. I have had depression and insomnia since Mom died,” He buries his head in the crook on your neck, inhaling your scent which somehow calms him. 

“Dad never makes time for me after Mom’s death. He’s too busy dealing with his work.” His voice is hard with hate for his father. 

“My insomnia gets worse as every night I had to deal with their sinful sounds invading my ears, my peace and my calmness. I already have a hard time sleeping without my mother’s warmth but they just made it harder,” You could hear his sniffles. You bring your hands to caress his back and tighten your hug to keep him from slipping away. 

Hugs are the best medicine. 

All those sleepless nights must’ve stressed the shit out of him. The fact that his parents pushed him away instead of helping him and most importantly, his father was the one that made the decision—Of course, with the devilish whispers of the little bitch devil, his wife—It pushes him into a deeper pit of depression. 

He had no hope— He had lost hope on them. He knew he couldn’t rely on anyone else anymore after that. He wanted to beg and cry at his father but he thought it was a useless act. He’s a nuisance for them. 

Jimin doesn’t realise beads of tear start to escape from his eyes. All he knows is that the hug made him feel alive. 

“Promise me that you will not use your ability on me ever again, Jimin,” You whisper softly into his ear. “I will come to you whenever you need me.”

“Do you promise not to leave? Never ever leave me?”

“Yes, I promise.”

Present.

The moment your eyes blink open, you rush out of Jimin’s room without him noticing—Maybe he did notice but you couldn’t care less. You know yesterday’s issue gets into the ears of the higher-ups as you wake up to a message from Jaemin saying you are called for a disciplinary meeting. 

You know your career is in jeopardy. 

Quickly striding to your locker to fix your attire, hopefully no one is aware that you had spent the night in Jimin’s room. You really hope no one did. As you step in front of your locker, you open it and see a full set of new and unused clothes. You had stored some clothes in your locker back then just in case you would need them and you truly didn’t expect you need them for this reason. 

You change your clothes, fix your hair and put on some makeup to cover up some flaws. You slip into your doctor coat and close the locker. 

You make your way towards the higher-ups building. As the elevator arrives at your destination, you stride towards the disciplinary meeting room. It’s funny how you are always here to evaluate doctors that are being called for disciplinary action to be taken but now you are in their position. 

“I’d never expect to meet you here as the one that needed disciplinary action, (Y/N),” A voice comes from your back. “You were an excellent doctor but I guess everybody makes mistakes, right?”

Her words aren’t meant to sass you. 

“Mrs Min,” You greet her with a smile. 

Mrs Min was your mentor back then when you were in your residency. It was years ago and now she’s a clinical manager while you are a director of your department. 

“I’ll try to talk to them so your punishment will be lighter,” She pats my shoulder. 

“No, please don’t, Mrs Min. I’m willing to take any punishment,” You tell her. You are never a person to avoid punishments— Not like you ever get one before but still. 

Both of you stride towards the disciplinary hall. You see four chairs are placed behind a long glass table which you assume are the seats for Mrs Min, Dr Gyu, and Jay. You don’t know the last chair is for who. 

Your seat is in front of them. 

Mrs Min settles in her place as Dr Gyu and Jay stride into the room. Trailing a few metres behind them is someone you didn’t expect. 

Mr Park. 

Why is he joining the disciplinary process?

Patient’s father? Yeah, that. 

The disciplinary action meeting starts as they bombard you with questions such as why this why that. You remain calm throughout the session. You know it’s your fault so you didn’t try to prove yourself— Not like you have anything to prove. 

“Alright,” Mr Park starts. “We conclude that Dr. (Y/N) will be suspended for a week, seven days starting from tomorrow. Although you are suspended, coming to the hospital is allowed. You are restricted from doing any of your duties is all.”

While the disciplinary session is going on, you finally remember and pinpoint why Mr Park is here. He’s not here just because he’s the patient’s father, he’s the next CEO in line. You’ve heard that he has gotten a big share of this hospital and is soon to be expected as the CEO. 

“Any objections, (Y/N)?” Jay asks. You reply with a no and they nod in acknowledgement. 

“Okay, that concludes everything,” Mr Park declares. “Dr. (Y/N), I hope this matter won’t happen again in the future.”

After that, they all leave the room. Mrs Min comes to you and gives you a hug before leaving. You return the hug with equal tenderness. 

“Thank you, Mrs Min.”

“No problem, Hon. Just don’t let this happen again, hmm?” She pats your back. “I want your record to be clean.”

You chuckle. She breaks the hug and leaves the room. 

“(Y/N)?” A manly voice calls you. 

“Beomgyu?”

“You are more than welcome to visit us during your suspension period, I hope you know that?” He tells you.

“Of course I would visit you guys,” You tell him with a smile.

You walk towards him who’s a few feet away sling your arm on his shoulder in a friendly manner. “I know you’re worried about handling a whole week without me but don’t worry, you’ll be able to handle it. You got Jaemin and Lia.”

“You really read me like an open book, huh,” He shakes his head as he lets out a breathy laugh. 

“Yes, you got me, Gyu,” Jaemin suddenly comes out of nowhere and sling his arm on Beomgyu’s free shoulder. 

“God, make a sound will you?” You and Beomgyu speak at the same time. 

The three of you walk out of the room when suddenly a cough distracts you. You stop on your track causing the other two to follow suit. You turn and find Mr Park standing a few metres away from you and your colleagues. 

“I would like to have a talk with Dr. (Y/N),” Mr Park speaks with a cold voice. 

He sends an intimidating glare on Beomgyu whose arm is on your shoulder. He gets the warning and immediately drops his arm. Jaemin and Beomgyu quickly bow at Mr Park and leave the room. Leaving you alone with Jimin’s father. 

When Mr Park thinks everyone is out of the radar, he starts. “As you can see, Jimin is my only child,” You nod. You know about it since it’s stated in your patient's information file. 

“I need him to take over my legacy.” 

“So, one day he will be back to normal right?” He asks with a hopeful tone. 

“Mr Park,” You pause and walk closer to him until you’re a few feet away from him. “Jimin’s condition isn’t a too serious one. He could’ve gotten better if you decided to give attention to him, bring him to the counselling and not put him in a mental hospital. His depression isn’t severe.”

“You and your wife left him here like he’s never your son.”

You don’t care if you appear rude right now. It angers you in some way as the memory where he and his wife left his son faster than they arrived filters back. After months of taking care of Jimin, you are sympathetic to your patient. That’s why Jimin becomes your primary patient. 

“It was never my decision to put him here—”

“Then, who?” You cut him off. “You’re the father. His father.”

“Or you probably think it’s okay to put him here because he’s not normal? Because he has the ability of Siren?”

The room fell into a deep silence.

“So, you knew it already.” He sighs.

“Sadly, yes,” You tell him. “He even used his abilities on me.”

“What did he do?”

“He sang this certain song, used his enchanted voice on me… stuff like that.”

Mr Park’s eyes widened but you didn’t catch that. Jimin got the ability because of his father. It runs along with the Park generation. Every first son of each generation will be gifted with that ability. Siren Song is only used to lure someone you truly desire. If it was a normal occurrence, they would use their enchanted voice. 

Simply speaking, Siren Song is like a meaningful gift to give to a person. The fact that Jimin uses his Siren Song on you could only mean one thing…

He’ll talk to Jimin about this later. 

If it’s really what thought of then he will do anything for his son’s happiness to make up for his mistake— abandoning Jimin. Now that Jimin has found his love, as a father he will protect his son’s happiness. He doesn’t want Jimin to lose another happiness after his mother and love from a father. 

It’s lunchtime now.

Jimin hadn't seen you since last night. So when he hears a soft knocking on his door, he gets excited. He couldn’t stand another hour without you. You left him too quick to his liking this morning. Since it’s lunchtime, he has the chance to see you again or he would go berserk.

He woke up to see his side of the bed was empty. His arms holding and grasping over nothing but air. It was a blissful night for him, to finally be able to sleep but to wake up without his darling irritates the shit out of him. 

He wants to keep you by his side.

Forever. 

“Come in,” He tells you who’s behind the door. 

Much to his dismay, it isn’t you. His face darkened. It is his father. 

“Jimin,” His father calls him out but doesn’t like it. He doesn’t want to hear the person who he had considered as a father, only to abandon him in this place calling his name. He scoots further away from the older man. 

It is finally the time for him to meet up with his son. As much as he pushes away his son because of his new wife— the one that Jimin has never acknowledged as his mother— He still needs Jimin to take over and run his legacy. 

Marrying another woman is just a strategy to get a big share of this hospital. Now that he has been announced as the next CEO, he files a divorce with Mrs Park. That woman was caught cheating so he uses that as his advantage. MrMrs Park knows she’s cheating behind his back. He only keeps her around for the sake of getting what he wants. 

“I already divorced that woman.” He says coolly. “Let’s have a father-son talk?”

“I don’t want to.”

A sigh escapes the father’s lips. Pure coincidence, you walk into Jimin’s room. You knock a few times before coming in but Jimin didn’t reply so you make your way in and only to be greeted by another person, Jimin’s father. 

“Mr Park? What are you doing here?” You ask, confused and surprised by his sudden visit. He didn’t even contact you beforehand. 

You put down the tray of foods and medications you are carrying on top of the small kitchen counter. You see that Jimin is being hostile towards his father. You look at the older one, as you rephrase your question again.

“Why are you here, Mr Park?”

“I need to talk to Jimin.”

“And I don’t want to and I have nothing to talk to you about,” Jimin didn’t miss a beat. He detests his father that much. 

You sigh. You have no time for father and son drama. “Why don’t you listen to him first, hmm?” You direct it to him as you unwrap the cling wraps that are covering the food. 

“I don’t want to,” He pouts as he walks towards you to hold you again. The desire to touch you all over again is too strong. 

“Talk to him, Jimin. After all, he’s still your father…” You tell him as you cup his face to make him look at you. “After you’re done talking with him, I will give you your lunch and prescriptions.”

Jimin contemplates before he nods. “Fine.”

Mr Park, on the other hand, is impressed by how easily you had handled his son. But it looks like you have way more control than Jimin. It shouldn’t be that way.

“I will leave you both to talk,” You excuse yourself. 

You could hear the disapproving noise coming from Jimin but you ignore it. “Behave, Jimin,” 

“Don’t be too long. Jimin needs to take his medicines before 1 PM,” You tell him with a smile and disappear behind the door.

As soon as the door shuts, Jimin turns to his father, gesturing to him to sit down. Once he’s seated, Jimin starts. “Speak.” 

Heaving a sigh, Mr Park clasps his hands together and looks at his son’s dark orbs. “I need you to take over this hospital,” 

“I was planning on giving my share of this hospital to you. You will manage this hospital and I will manage the one back in Busan.”

“What?”

“Take over my legacy and be happy with (Y/N).”

“H-How did you—”

“I approve of your liking towards her and I will do anything to give you back your happiness to make up for all those years you’ve suffered in the darkness,” Mr Park’s tone of voice is apologetic. Truly showing his son that he wants to do his best to make him happy again. 

Jimin is shocked by the sudden change. He couldn’t utter a string of words after what his father had told him. 

From the other side of the door, you peek through the door but you couldn’t hear what their conversation was all about but you could see that Jimin is crying and hugging his father. 

Well, the game is coming to its end it seems. Jimin is going to be discharged soon to take over this hospital.

One thing was yet to settle—

The deal Mr Yang had offered to you. 

Jimin is going to leave soon. Why do you feel a tinge of sadness in your heart at the thought of him leaving you and leading a brand new life with his father? Are you attached to him? Is that it?

This isn’t good. 

“Who’s gonna go inside Jimin’s room?” Yuri asks. 

Your suspension starts today and that leaves all your duties for them to handle. 

“For sure, I won’t be going inside there again,” Lia says. 

Silence fills their usual hangout spot for the nurses and doctors which is the information counter, only the sound of Yuri clicking the keyboard’s keys, Beomgyu’s scribbling on his paper is the only audible sound. 

“You guys are so lost without (Y/N),” Jaemin suddenly appears from another hallway with a clipboard and a pen wrapped around his finger. “Is this a sad party?”

“Shut up, Jaemin. We know you are lost without (Y/N) too,” Gyu says. “Don’t think we don’t know about your little crush on her.”

Jaemin’s face reddens, making them laugh at him. The male doctor had a little crush on you but he doesn’t want to admit it. It’s obvious but you’re too blind to see the sign.

“Guys, I was asking?” Yuri groans. “Who’s going to take over Dr. (Y/N)’s patient, Jimin, during her suspension period?”

“Oops, I’m out of this,” Jaemin smirks. 

“Sure you are, Jaemin. Leave then,” Aerin scolds him as she narrows her eyes on him but then she continues preparing patient’s prescriptions on the medical trolley. 

“Morning, guys.”

They turn to the sound of your voice and Lia immediately jumps from her spot and pulls you into a hug.

“(Y/N)!” She squeals. Letting out a small laugh, you hug her with equal excitement. You turn to your confused colleagues. 

They know the fact that you could come for a visit even during your suspension period but they did not expect her to come so early in the morning. They wait for you to speak. 

“Oh,” You chuckle. “I’m here to discuss some matter with Director Kim, that’s all,” You see the disappointment that washes over their faces after you had said that.

“Might as well hang out for a bit with you guys, I guess?”

“Yey!” Yuri squealed. 

“But let me talk with Director Yang first, okay?” You turn on your heels but stop as you remember, “Oh, Jaemin and Beomgyu, please follow me too. I think you guys are the first that needed to be notified about this matter,” You tell them and walk towards the elevator. 

“I’ll decide later who will take over my patients during my suspension period,” You say that to your other colleagues. 

“Are you sure about this, (Y/N)?” Jaemin asks as soon as the three of you leave Director Yang’s room. 

“Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it before” You tell him calmly but Jaemin isn’t having it. The news of you transferring hit him like a truck. 

“And you didn’t even tell any of us?” He argues. 

“Jaemin, stop it,” Beomgyu says. “Her decision is final and we have to respect it, it’s her choice. Why are you so angry about it anyway? It’s not like she was forced to be transferred to another hospital, she was offered.”

Jaemin heaves a heavy sigh before speaking again, this time a tad bit calmer. “What about Jimin?”

“What about him?” You raise an eyebrow at him. 

“You know how he’s too attached to you. How will he react if gets to know that you’re transferring?”

You shrug, you’re not obligated to give him the answer anyway. You walk out of the building to return to the patients’ building. 

Jimin will be fine with the news. He had other things to worry about such as his future position as the CEO. He’ll get over you even before you realise it. All he needs right now is his father’s support. 

Reaching the information counter, you immediately notice Yuri and you walk towards her. “I will handle Jimin for today. I got permission from the higher-ups since it’s my last day” You tell her as you grab a pen from the counter and fill in the duty form.

“What?” Yuri’s eyes widened at your statement. “What do you mean last day? Aren’t you just being suspended?”

“Well, yes, I am suspended but after the period ends, I will start working at another hospital. In another word, I’m transferring to another hospital.”

After a few sad sessions with your colleagues, you finally preparing to do your duty. You didn’t bother to change your attire; the white translucent blouse covered with a black off-shoulder crop top and paired with a black long skirt— It was decent enough and you’re here only to attend to Jimin, not your other patients. Following closely behind you are Lia and Aerin, they’ve heard the news of your transferring too. 

“Here you go, (Y/N),” Aerin hands you the tray of Jimin’s meals and prescriptions. “Thank you, Aerin,” You take the tray and smile at her softly. 

“Sometimes I really envy you, (Y/N),” Lia suddenly says. Letting out a small chuckle, you turn to Lia. “And why is that?”

Lia shrugs, she folds her arms and rests her face on top of her open palm. “I don’t know. I just envy you in so many ways.”

That earns a giggle from you and Aerin. 

Once you’ve arrived at Jimin’s room, you bid your goodbye to the two women, Lia and Aerin, as they head towards your other patients’ room. You knock on the door and wait for Jimin’s response. Once you’ve heard a faint ‘come in’, you twist the knob to allow the door to open. 

“(Y/N).”

Jimin softly calls for you but a frown creeps on his face as he sees you not in your usual attire—with your doctor coat. “Why aren’t you wearing your coat?” He asks as he pats the space next to him, gesturing to you to sit beside him. 

“I forgot to wear it,” You tell him that as you unwrap the food and bring it to the small coffee table near the couch. You set the tray down and sit next to Jimin.

“Can I hug you, (Y/N)?”

You look at him with a frown, caught off guard by the sudden question. Jimin takes your silence as a negative reaction. “Nevermind, I was just…”

“No, no,” You stop him. “Come here.” 

Spending time with Jimin or just being with him has been a daily routine for you. You didn’t notice this before but you are attached to him now. You love each second you spend with Jimin. 

Pulling you by your forearm, Jimin engulfs you in a hug which makes you melt almost instantly in his arms. You wrap your arms around his neck as you inhale his scent. His sweet cologne. It somehow smells sweet instead of how you would usually describe a man’s cologne— manly scent— but Jimin’s scent is sweet and it makes you… tipsy?

“You smell nice…sweet, Jimin,” You slur. Your body is clinging harder on Jimin. He caresses your back in a circular motion. Your mind becomes hazier and hazier at each second and each scent you inhale.

Why are you getting the same effect when Jimin uses his ability on you? He barely speaks. You try to break the hug but Jimin only tightens his grip around your body. 

“I heard you’re transferring, darling.”

You gasp as you pull your head from his neck. How did he know about it? You don’t have the time to think about it. More importantly, he uses his ability on you again. His touch. 

You grasp on his biceps in attempt to push him away, as much as you love spending your time with Jimin, you made it clear that you detest when he uses his ability on you. 

“Why are you leaving me?” He sounds angry but still, his voice is laced with enchantment, clouding your coherent thoughts.

“Should I sing my Siren Song to you all day to make sure you will stay with me forever?”

You freeze in your spot. If you had to choose, you’d rather not have Jimin taking over the control you had of your body and mind. It’s not much of a difference when Jimin only uses his enchanted voice but his Siren Song is deadly. While the latter, you can still process what’s happening and still fight it whereas his song will make you completely on his mercy. 

“No…” is the only thing you manage to say. 

Jimin only hums, taking in your scent down to his lungs. He loves to see you looking so submissive with his touch. Everything about you attracts every cell in his body. 

“Should I seal the bond?” Jimin muses. He never stops using his enchanted voice. Each of his words coats with more and more enchantment, making it more enticing for you. 

“Bond—?” Your voice comes out as weak and soft. 

“Don’t worry about it (Y/N),” Another manly voice interrupts you. 

“Dad.”

Dad? Mr Park?

Mr Park walks closer to the two of you but keeps his distance because he knows his son doesn’t want anyone near you and that includes himself, his father. 

“He meant the mating bond between the two of you,” He explains— as if your current state of mind allows you to properly think about his words. His words fall on deaf ears. 

“I can choose anyone to be my mate and I picked you,” Jimin whispers into your ears with that oh-so-sweet voice. He then nuzzles his nose against your cheek. “My father heard the news of you transferring to another hospital, so I asked him to cancel whatever deal Mr Yang made you sign.”

“I can’t lose you,” His lips trails from your cheek down to your jawline making you squirm out of the pleasure as you feel his lips on your heated skin. He leaves a trail of soft kisses down to your neck. 

“This is our new beginning, darling,” He pulls his face from your neck as he takes in the way your eyelids are heavy, your cheeks are heated, you sinful lips. Your skin feels warm against him. He enjoys every second of having you in his arms and he is definitely satisfied with the view he’s witnessing right now. 

“We will be happy with each other,” He traces his finger on the side of your face as he removes a few hair strands from your face. 

“I’ve already got you discharged, Jimin. The car is waiting outside. I’ll be waiting there. Seal the bond quickly,” His father says before leaving the room. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this, darling,” He confesses. His thumb is playing with your lower lips. He leans forward and captures your lips into a kiss. His lips are soft on top of yours. He starts to kiss you at a slow pace, not rushing at the slightest. 

He has all the time he needs. 

The moment you feel Jimin’s soft lips on your, you’re a goner. A complete utter goner. The scent that is filling the air is dulling your senses. You couldn’t think of anything but the kiss and that’s exactly what Jimin wants. Your attention is solely on him and the kiss. 

You let out a moan and Jimin takes it as his chance to invade your mouth. His tongue dances with yours as he devours you, claims you hungrily. His hands roam on your back, tracing your spine and he places his hands on your hips. Your hands are locked around his neck. 

What seems like forever, Jimin finally pulls away from you—Much to your dismay— and you are left breathless. The kiss had stolen your breath. Jimin sees the way your chest is rising and falling at a fast pace. He licks his luscious lips when he sees the want in your eyes. Your lips are red and are begging to be sucked and kissed all over again. 

Jimin picks you up and locks your legs around his waist. 

As much as Jimin wants to continue devouring you, he needs to get you out of the hospital while you’re still in this state, at his mercy and so submissive. 

He places a kiss on top of your forehead and your nose before he pushes your head to rest on his shoulder. He walks towards the door. He takes one final look at his room and smirks. He had planned everything for this day. He walks out of his room and just as he expects, it’s empty. 

He told his father to make sure the whole floor department is empty so that he could walk away with you without worrying others might see—Not like he cares but it’s for the better— Also to make sure he doesn’t bump into any of your colleagues, especially Jaemin. 

He will finally say goodbye to this hospital and greet a new chapter of his life with you. 

“You’re mine now, darling.”

Bond has been sealed and there’s no escape now. 

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i. DECEPTION | JJK [M]

You are irreplaceable in his life, and so is he in yours.

Mayhap, it's time to change that. The moment he aimed his gun at your head, where the trigger could go off at any second; there, you immediately knew you are very much replaceable. So you take matters into your own hands; walk out of his life and away from him as soon as your work contract with him ended.

But Jungkook hates not having your presence near him, and who said you get to walk out his life just like that? You promised not to leave him.

So, why did you break the promise?

or

Plethora of deception.

PAIRING : Jungkook x Reader

GENRE : Dark Romance, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers (sort of), Drama, Action : Gang AU

RATING : Mature

DISCLAIMER : This story is a work of fiction. Description of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. Everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

WORD COUNT : 9k+

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AUTHOR NOTE :

hellooo !! this series was previously titled as “Irreplaceable” under another account which was deleted, this version is rewritten and fit to my (current) type of writing.

if you’ve read Irreplaceable, then you’re already aware of what’s coming up until chapter 3 and since there’s no significant changes made to the story (or maybe there are like something about yn’s personality but you be the judge of it) so you can choose to wait until I post chapter 4 or you can reread this rewritten version :)

banner idea from the loml, lee <3 (originally, it’s supposed to be red theme and then blue and finally be suggested this type of banner, it’s lovely i’m proud of my last product ㅠㅠ)

likewise, every story of mine is proofread by Grammarly (enough to correct any grammar mistakes, if there’s still some errors, turn a blind eye ayee?) andd beta-read by @leemien

WARNINGS : This chapter deals with mild violence and inaccurate information and management about certain things. If you’re not comfortable with it then exit this page immediately.

DEDICATION : To my old self as you are the reason the story exists and to my present self as you have rewritten it.

Past. 

    The sky was exceptionally beautiful today—or maybe it has always been beautiful but you just didn’t pay much attention.

    The gentle rays and the summer breeze were everything you need in the name of seeking calmness. Today was another day of your escapades with Jungkook. His father along with his mother was out of town for some business. Jungkook’s parents have assigned guards and tight security for us but that doesn’t stop us from having our freedom.

    The grass under you moved in steady waves accompanied by the sweet song of crickets and the chirps of birds as you sat next to Jungkook and pulled your knees to your chest, your chin resting on top of them. Jungkook turned his head as he stared at the side view of your face. Your eyes were lost in admiration of the scenery ahead of you.

    “Will you ever leave me?”

    You raised your head at your friend’s sudden question.

    “Hmm,” you playfully tap your chin as if you’re pondering seriously over his simple question. “Maybe not in this life, Kook.” You giggled. 

    It’s a promise, you told yourself. If you were given two options and one of them was leaving him then you’ll choose the other option. Leaving him would never be an option. 

    “Promise?” He asked his eyes that held an entire galaxy looking at you hopefully as he extended his pinky at you.

    “Only if you promise to not leave me.” You told him.

    You stared at him, your pinky was already extended to him, waiting for him to seal the promise with you. Jungkook didn’t ruminate about it as he intertwined his pinky with yours, a wide smile tugging on his lips. 

    “Promise.” Sweet little promise. 

    But how could you not know that promises are meant to be broken and how easy it is to break likely more than one because promises are empty words. 

Present. 

    “You’ve done your part. Get out of this house, (Y/N).”

    Because now? Leaving him is a choice.

    It’s the voice you are familiar with albeit it has changed a bit over time as he matures, his voice drops a pitch lower. The owner of the voice stands confidently at the entrance to your bedroom in his black three-piece suit that is pressed to a T and his hair is styled with care. 

    It’s none other than Jeon Jungkook. 

    It’s a choice to walk out of his life because you either walk out of the door and out of his life or he’ll walk the life out of your body. 

    This man - who has always been against the idea of you leaving the house without him - is now asking, no, verbally forcing you to get out of his house. His voice can be very cold, demanding even. His calm demeanour can fool anyone but dare mess with him, there’s no mercy. You’ve been by his side for years now, you are supposed to be numb to it because growing up with him didn’t raise you to be a weak bitch. 

    But this time, just this time, you can’t help but feel a tug on your heart. It’s the painful feeling of knowing how easy it is for Jungkook to get rid of you after years simply because of your one mistake and yet you still hope that he’s bluffing, that this is just a joke - but Jungkook doesn’t do jokes - you still hold onto that promise but news flash, he breaks his promise. 

    You know it’s time. It’s the time for you to finally leave, to finally be free. Your time is up.

    Your punishment is over. 

    “With pleasure, Jungkook.” Your voice is soft as the smile you had always worn tugs on your lips. 

    The look on his face shows that he is taken aback by your tone and the smile you had on your face which you sure differ from what he had thought of.

    He shouldn’t.

    You had always been the one to never question him, never question his action and his decision, always complying with his words but little did he know, walking out of his house would be no sooner said than done if that means freedom to you, out of his confinement. 

    Let’s go back to the basics, shall we?

    First question, are you in a relationship with Jungkook? No.

    Not even in a complicated relationship? For Jungkook, no.

    For you, yes. 

    You are nothing but a punching bag for Jungkook - Not literally.

    The relationship between you and him was destroyed seven months ago. Today, seven months ago was the day your freedom got taken away, you sealed a deal with the devil but today, you manage to pay for your sins. Jungkook throws the relationship both of you had cherished since the age of nine out of the window after that one mistake you made seven months ago.

    You would say your relationship with Jungkook is strained but Jungkook would say it’s nonexistent, it doesn't exist anymore. 

    Growing up with him for almost 13 years, you both tend to care for each other despite everything but Jungkook stopped caring since 7 months ago, in contrast to you who still care until now - Which also happens to be the reason why you were stuck here -  that’s why his next sentence caught you off guard. 

    “Where are you going to stay?” He asks as if his cold mask slips for a moment. 

    Your mind must be playing with you - blame it on the lack of sleep - why does he care? You let silence be the only language in the room for a moment before you finally speak with a controlled voice, you try not to appear weak and small in this situation. Back then you always had the right of either answering or staying quiet but for the past couple of months, you’ve been answering to his order, you either answer or… answer.

    Your right to speak for yourself is taken away and trampled on so you answer with what was expected to be the answer but now you’re not tied to Jungkook in any way anymore. If Jungkook expects to have his answer from you, especially at this time, then he’s wrong. You’re not going to answer him with what he expected to hear. 

    “Rika has returned and the contract automatically ends,” you tell him. “Which means my life after is none of your concern.” 

    You didn’t spare a glance on Jungkook as your only focus right now is to walk out of this house before Jungkook changes his mind - which is unlikely to happen but one can never be sure and it’s better safe than sorry - Your movements are hasty as you shove your necessities into your luggage.

    If you are to follow your heart, you’d just walk out without bringing anything other than a phone and purse but luckily you always think and make decisions following what your brain thinks is the best. 

    The last time you followed your heart, you got yourself into chaos. 

    Jungkook is silent. He didn’t even utter a word after you but he also didn’t walk out of the room like you thought he would after completing his mission of telling you to get out of his house but instead he just watches you. His dark brown eyes follow your every movement. You don’t need to lift and turn your head to him to see that he is doing so.

    You can feel his gaze on you. You’re familiar with the feeling of his gaze on you, looking at you out of hatred, anger and vengeance. 

    Only for now.

    Soon you’ll forget the feeling of having his eyes on you. You did enjoy having his eyes on you, watching your movements literally every minute, every second for the last 7 months but now, his eyes are going to be on another woman, back to the rightful one. 

    Rika.

    You pull your luggage and stride towards the door. You’re grateful that Jungkook let you stay in his house instead of locking you up in his basement but you’ll leave every bad thing behind in this very house and you’ll bring only the good ones - though there are not many, almost little to nothing— and start anew. You had even considered going for rebirth but maybe no, not now. 

    It’s the end of the chapter and the beginning of a new chapter. 

    Your feet betray you. You aren’t supposed to be in front of this oh so familiar door but you are here, there’s absolutely no reason for you to avoid meeting this particular person but you just can’t bring yourself to face her when you are clearly planning to leave the country without telling her. 

    “(Y/N)!”

    The door swings open and you watch as the owner of the voice smiles gleefully upon your arrival. You mirror her excitement as she opens her arms, inviting you for a hug. After your mother, this lady has always been your safe place, the person you seek comfort and love. She treats you like a daughter she never had and you treat her like a queen. 

    “Aunt Binna,” her name comes out as a soft whisper as you melt in her arms. After the incident in Jungkook’s house, this is the only thing you need, a hug. A hug that only she can provide. 

    Aunt’s hand comes up to caress your back before she breaks the hug and invites you in. She runs back to her kitchen to turn off the stove - which she almost forgot she had it on - and returns to the living room. 

    You observe her living room, empty and quiet living room. It became a habit - that you pick up from Jungkook - for you to observe your surroundings, despite being at a certain place ever so often.

    Jeon Binna, wife of Jeon Junghoon. A renowned fashion and interior designer who’s married to the business tycoon; the CEO of Jeon enterprise, Jeon Junghoon and the marriage was blessed with a son, no other than Jeon Jungkook.  

    Aunt Binna lives alone after her husband died. Aunt lives in a penthouse, 50-story luxury apartment, the highest floor, yes there. She lives in luxury, bathes in it even but loneliness still takes over sometimes. Jungkook is busy and so are you. You could only visit her at certain times which is when Jungkook gets a call from her to come to visit her and bring you along.

    The owner of this building used to be her late husband but since her husband has died, the ownership has been passed to her as stated in his will but she doesn’t want to involve herself in the business world at her age. She offered Jungkook the ownership but at that moment, he said he already had a lot on his plate so it’s better for her to keep it first, once things get less hectic, he’ll take over. His mother agreed and last month, he finally stepped in. 

    From your peripheral vision, you notice that Aunt is scrutinising you. Surely, she must’ve noticed the pale look on your face since you didn’t have the time to put on some makeup to cover the tiredness on your face. After leaving Jungkook’s house, you were in your car when you got a call from Aunt Binna and your feet just pressed the pedal and brought you here immediately - blame it on your strong nature to comply with her wish - hence, here you are, bared and tired. 

    Aunt takes a seat next to you on the couch as she takes your hand in her warm ones. You are met with her worried eyes. “Honey, are you okay? Is everything good? You look so pale.”

    No. I just got kicked out by your son. 

    “Yes, I’m good and everything is fine, don’t worry. Just a bit tired from work is all,” you tell her.

    You didn’t lie though, it’s true that work has been exhausting you to no end but all your hard work has paid off now that you’ve done your part as per what Jungkook said. But you see, Aunt Binna is a very sceptical person. The look on her face clearly says ‘I know everything's not fine but I’m going to let this slide because you are tired and that’s exactly what she said before changing the topic. 

    “I’ve cooked dinner for us, let’s eat?” 

    Having meals at Aunt’s house, especially dinner when the sun is setting down, has a special spot within you. Aunt Binna had an open view dining room which gives people a view that is nothing short of magnificent and breathtaking. It’s a cherry on top with the interior design of her dining room. It doesn’t shock you when you get to know that Aunt designed and decorated her whole house. Aunt Binna is a famous designer - interior design and fashion design that is. 

    The maids are coming in and out of the dining room to prepare the table with mouth-watering dishes that you are sure are cooked by Aunt herself. Apart from being good at designing, Aunt is a master at cooking. You had always loved her cooking that you would literally eat anything as long as it’s cooked by her and luckily Aunt had no problem with cooking for you. She would be more than glad to prepare a whole buffet for you. 

    Once all of the maids exit the hall, the two of you take a seat opposite each other. Your face brightens up at your view - the mouthwatering dishes - and Aunt notices it as she chuckles. “I cooked your favourite, Honey.”

    A maid comes in with a bottle of wine in her hands, she pours for Aunt before coming to you. As the maid leaves, Aunt Binna starts a conversation. 

    “When are you planning on getting married to Jungkook?”

    Bless your soul, you are lucky you haven’t started eating nor drinking because you would’ve choked - though you did choke on your saliva. You clear your throat and reach for the wine glass. Sometimes you forget that Aunt Binna had made it her mission to set you and Jungkook in marriage ever since you both were 15. 

    “We’re not even dating, Aunt,” your lips immediately touch the rim of the wine glass as the fruity liquid fills your taste bud wanting nothing more than to not converse with this topic again. 

    “Mhm, keep telling me that, Hon.” Aunt teases. “You guys grew up under the same roof for years, you know him better than any other woman and I know my son had a little crush on you back then.”

    Yeah, that’s back then. It’s past tense. Present? He hates me to the core. 

    “No other woman knows how to take care of Jungkook like you do, (Y/N) and I’ve seen the way he looks at you with a passionate gaze every time the two of you come to visit me. His gaze is on you as if you would disappear the moment he took his eyes off of you.”

    You mean a passionate gaze of malice and his gaze is always on you to serve as a warning to not do anything that shouldn’t be done. 

    “You helped him so much after his father’s death and not to mention even back then when his father was alive. You did more than I could ever, (Y/N). It would be great to see the two of you get together.” She smiles warmly at you. You see the shining hope in her eyes that you didn’t have the heart to crush it but you know you have to, sooner or later. 

    “Rika is not the problem right? She ran away months ago and I’m sure he’s over her.”

    At the mention of Jungkook’s lover, you freeze. Eyes looking over to Aunt Binna only to see her staring at you intently, waiting for you to respond.

    “It’s great that my existence in his life is appreciated and made an impact on him but,” you sigh. “He only sees me as a friend and nothing more, Aunt Binna.”

    Or you could say, “as a friend” was months ago because now, your relationship with Jungkook is nothing more or less than a pure boss and employee relationship. 

Past. 

    “Welcome!”

    A saleswoman greeted you and Jungkook with a huge smile on her face, her red lips made her pearl white teeth shine brightly. You mirrored her enthusiasm as you smiled and nodded at her, acknowledging her presence and effort.

    Jungkook walked into the boutique without minding the saleswoman and straight to what he’s here for, suits are what. You quickly trailed behind him and called the previous saleswoman to assist Jungkook. 

    “Pick something for me,” he ordered you. 

    It has become a routine for you now to pick out some suits for Jungkook. The man didn’t argue with your choice as he simply paid for everything you had picked for him. The only time Jungkook got involved in picking was when it came to you, your items. He would pick everything for you and you would, likewise, just go with it though at least he picked out items according to your taste and type.

    The nicely tailored suits were hung on metal bars in expensive wood open wardrobes, all of them were sorted out by colour codes and types of fabric. You knew what type of fabric Jungkook preferred as well as what colour suited him the most and the ones that he personally liked.

    Jungkook is the epitome of perfection and nothing short of perfect in any department. Face? Body? Talent? Skills? He’s nothing short of those and was a walking perfection. In this case, anything he wore would look good on him and honestly at this point, what’s the point of you choosing suits for him when he literally could just buy the whole store because he rocked every piece of clothing. 

    “Your girlfriend got a great taste, sir.” The saleswoman commented, making you freeze. You looked over your shoulder to see Jungkook’s reaction, you know well he doesn’t like it when people talk about his girlfriend - which is obviously not you - and you most definitely know he doesn’t like it when the “girlfriend” the saleswoman had referred to was you.

    He was frowning as he lifted his gaze from his phone. 

    The saleswoman noticed the tension so she immediately corrected herself, “Oh, I mean your friend! Your friend got a great taste, sir…”

    God, please blind your eyes because you wished you weren’t looking at Jungkook when the saleswoman corrected herself because immediately you saw the hate and malice grew in his irises when he heard the saleswoman.

    To say your heart was crushed by his reaction was a vast understatement but then again you had betrayed him, betrayed his trust so you should’ve expected this reaction from him but it didn’t stop you from feeling painful heartache. 

    “She’s my assistant.” He corrected her with a glare and returned to his phone, probably reading and sorting out his emails.

    The saleswoman gasped and looked over you sheepishly as she muttered an apology. She did the same to Jungkook but he barely acknowledged it. You waved it off with a kind smile. 

    He had thrown the term friendship out of his life. 

Present. 

    “… and you know how deeply in love he is with Rika, he won’t be over her in such a short period,” you add. “But maybe he won’t be thinking about love at this time, he’s been quite busy lately - with business it is.” 

    Handling the underground business and his company at the same time could be tiring and now that Rika is back and you are resigning from your position as the CEO’s personal assistant, he ought to get busier with no assistant. You just hope by now Jungkook had already selected a few candidates with the potential to fill in your place. 

    “Oh, and I’m leaving the country soon,” you apprise her with a pretty smile adorning your face. You are excited to finally fly out of the country and meet your friend which is long overdue. 

    But oh you are unaware of how the air has changed as the dear aunt’s face drops. 

    “Whatever do you mean, (Y/N)?”

    The loss of the cheerful tone in her voice as it is replaced with seriousness makes you shift in your seat.  It’s a pity that the dear mother has no knowledge of the contract you had signed with Jungkook. He has been keeping you around only for a purpose and only that which is to find and bring back Rika.

    It’s safe to say that Jungkook had to lie to his mother - to keep you around him - stating that you are staying at his house because of important work. It’s a relief that Aunt believes it and she’s more than happy to have you stay close with them or specifically, Jungkook since your apartment is a bit far away from their housing area albeit it’s still near Jeon Enterprise.

    Aunt knows that you are a close friend of Jungkook along with Taehyung and of course, she knows that you work with Jungkook even with the underground business he’s handling. You are involved in everything Jungkook is involved in, creepy much but it is what it is. The two of you are joined at the hip since kids. 

    In Aunt’s view, you are the backbone of Jungkook that the man has yet to realise its true worth. 

    You didn’t want to tell the truth to Aunt because, one, you cannot, two, what good will come out of you telling her about it. Honestly, you’ve known what the consequences of your action would be seven months ago, you didn’t commit such actions without knowing the consequences and you certainly have no intention of dragging other people into your mess. You started the chaos and you’re going to end it all by yourself. 

    “My work contract with Jeon Enterprise has come to an end and I don’t intend on renewing it.”

    “Why so?”

    “Planning to pamper myself by travelling,” you grin to yourself. 

    It’s been long overdue, your wish is. If it wasn’t for the incident seven months ago, you would’ve been travelling around the world by now. 

    It’s been a week since Rika has arrived. She has been staying at Jungkook’s place. It’s also a week after she had learned that you used to stay at Jungkook’s place but later on was kicked out. 

    Aunt Binna had finally decided to pay his son a visit - something she rarely does unless it's an important and urgent matter - after she’s done accompanying you with your shopping and fulfilling your needs for the vacation you had yearned for, though it takes a lot of convincing because you are keen on declining Aunt’s inclination to spend her money on you. 

    The destination of your vacation remains unknown to Aunt Binna. She had asked you once but you didn’t want to tell her. This vacation you seek is to breathe fresh air after long being caged and now that you finally gain your freedom, it’s only natural that you don’t want people to know of your whereabouts. 

    As for Jungkook, he is rather… anxious. 

    Now that you are out of his house, it’s hard to keep an eye on your whereabouts. He tries reaching out for you from calling to as far as leaving texts and emails - it is not something usual for him to do so because he always had you right under his nose - but it’s just either it didn’t reach you or you’re ignoring him.

    The latter assumption isn’t very convincing given that you never ignore him but the stunt he pulled the other day mayhap changed your attitude towards him. He didn’t blame you for the cold shoulder you’re giving him right now but he’s really anxious. True that he kicked you out of his house but it didn’t mean for you to walk out of his life. 

    His cold personality is nothing new to you, you practically grew up with him and his many flaws - one being having an aloof personality -  so why does this time seem to affect you?

    Simple,

    Because his efforts aren’t really seen by you. 

    Aunt Binna had given you a new phone as a gift since you are adamant about not wanting to be bothered during your vacation albeit that’s camouflage because the truth being Aunt is making sure that Jungkook couldn’t reach you.

    Honestly, you didn’t think of not wanting to be bothered as far as changing contact numbers and phone but Aunt did manage to convince you that it’s more peaceful that way. She understands that you need to breathe fresh air at some point and clear your mind. 

    Aunt Binna stares through the car’s window as the sun washes the garden with a golden glow, insects and birds are thriving in the garden maximally. It’s the garden which she vividly remembers that it’s you who had built, sown and practically grew all on your own for Jungkook. 

    “Being around nature often brings forth calmness to you.”

    It’s your words and it shows that you care so much for Jungkook to the point it appears too much but it’s never too much to care for people that you love, right?

    The car comes to a stop in front of Jungkook’s house entrance. The exterior of his house portrays calmness and peace - in the middle of nowhere, secluded to say - His house is built around the trees, protecting them. The clean exterior of his house promises warmth and comfort which contradicts the fact that the owner of the house is rather aloof, anything but warm and comfort.

    Aunt Binna steps out of the car and makes her way to her son’s door; short stairs leading to the brown mahogany wooden door. Aunt presses the bell to alert her presence and waits for her son to show up. A few seconds later, she hears a faint female voice before the door finally opens. She is greeted by a tall, model-like woman with a brown waist-length straight and silky hair. Her face carries the look of an innocent and naive person but that if it wasn’t for the hate that Aunt carries for her because surely she’s nothing but a cunning woman. 

    Rika. 

    Aunt immediately scowls at the sight she is greeted with. Rika is the reason for Jungkook's changes in behaviour and attitude for the past few months. He’s gotten colder and more distant than ever. If it wasn’t for you who had been supporting him, Aunt would have to watch his son drown in his own misery. If Rika hadn’t left him, they would’ve probably started a family of their own and Aunt would’ve been blessed with grandchildren. 

    But, no. 

    Aunt Binna doesn’t want grandchildren that come out of Rika, that had any blood and genetics of the young woman. She wants them from you and only from you. She only trusts Jungkook with you and no other woman. If Jungkook ends up with another woman then she wouldn’t acknowledge them. 

    It’s always you and has to be you. 

    You’ve done so much for her and Jungkook. She appreciates you so much but why is her son so blind? Can’t he see how much you care for him? - is what Aunt Binna always thinks of. You take care of him whenever he’s not well or injured due to some business, take in all of his anger whenever things didn’t work his way, help him to be more expressive - but sadly Rika had to ruin your progress -  and you always show nothing but loving and caring gestures to him, be it subtle or obvious. 

    “So, this is why (Y/N) left,” Aunt scoffs as she glares at Rika who already seems nervous.

    “Ma,” Jungkook comes out of nowhere. He looks around his mother to look for any signs of you but to no avail, he finds no one other than his mother but he still voices his question just in case his mother knows of your whereabouts.

    “Where’s (Y/N)?” 

    “Did you kick (Y/N) out because of this woman?” Aunt Binna ignores her son’s question as she deems it’s a waste of time to answer it. 

    Jungkook closes his eyes as he inhales before sighing. “We made an agreement that she will leave once the work is done, Ma. It has nothing to do with Rika.”

    “Enlighten me, why is she here?” Aunt crosses her arms. “Because the last thing I remember is that she left you, ran away a week before the wedding. Practically humiliating you and our family name.” 

    Jungkook lets silence become the only language as Rika’s eyes shift between the son and the mother. Aunt sighs as she doesn't receive an answer from her son. 

    “You really don’t deserve (Y/N), Jungkook. As a friend or as someone special, both of them. She took care of you like a precious diamond, loved you with all her heart and yet you never once appreciated her or even acknowledged her worth.” 

    Aunt takes a step closer to Jungkook. “Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on,” she hisses at him. 

    Rika’s eyes widened but Jungkook wears his mask skillfully as he didn’t show that he is taken aback by his mother. 

    “Once (Y/N) returns, it’s best if you don’t meet up with her or even try to find her because if you do, I’ll cut off any contacts you have with her.”

    “Is that a challenge?”

    “It’s a promise.” Aunt glares at him. “I’ve planned to set a date for her with someone… Someone who’s worthy of her.”

    Is it an empty threat? Or is it a real one? She doesn't know. 

    She doesn’t want you to be with someone else other than her son and only her son. Although her son is a piece of shit that doesn’t mean anyone out there is better than him. But then again she also wants you to be with someone you truly love, someone who could bring happiness to you and shower you with nothing but love and affection. 

    As if Aunt Binna has triggered a wrong switch, her son is immediately inches away from her face. Jungkook glares at his mother. 

    “If you only plan to rile me up using (Y/N), you better know it’s not a wise choice,” he whispers. “Leave. Her. Alone.”

    His words make his dear mother break into a laugh. He shouldn’t feel threatened by his mother’s words but the tinge of possessiveness that he felt says otherwise. One thing Jungkook doesn’t like is being threatened or felt threatened, it won’t end nicely. 

    “Why so? I’m merely helping her find her happiness. She’s free to date anybody in the very first place but guess what, she chose not to because of you but I’m sure now there’s nothing holding her back since you have Rika.”

    She chose not to. 

    Jungkook only manages to stare at his mother in silence. Aunt Binna has nothing more to say so she gladly turns around to leave. 

    “Have a great day, son.”

    Jungkook eyes his left side of the bed. Rika is sleeping peacefully. Her little snores become the only sound in the quiet bedroom. He loves it - the little snores Rika makes while sleeping - but it was back then, hearing it now doesn’t give him the same effect as a few months ago. 

    Or does it ever give him any sort of effect?

    Everything around him is empty and emptier without you but his mind is never empty of you. You are always one of the many thoughts he had in mind.

    His morning would always be greeted with you holding a cup of coffee in hand, ready for him to down it to his throat and inviting him for breakfast which he would always avoid but you managed to make him because it’s simply you. You know how to handle him even while the relationship between the two of you is obviously strained because of that incident. 

    Missing you wouldn’t be a crime given that you and he share a deep bond. Did you really just break your promise? How could you? You’ve been by his side for years and the same goes for him but now you’ve left him without telling him whatsoever. He had asked you where you will be staying after he kicked you out the other day only for you to act so cold to him. 

    He should find you—

    No, he shouldn’t… Right? He has Rika now. She should be his main priority now. Everything is falling back into place except this time, there’s no you. 

    Where did you go?

    Why did you break the promise?

    Guilt crawls on his skin as it eats him up. The incident that takes place seven months ago flashes in front of his eyes like a fast-forwarded movie. 

    The fear in your eyes. 

    The trembling hands and quivering lips. 

    The pool of—

    Jungkook quickly pulls himself back to reality as he feels Rika shifting. He gets out of the bed and heads towards the bathroom. A nice shower would clear his head, he hopes. 

    “Good morning, sir.” 

    “Good morning, Nana.”

    Nana— or Mrs Chang is the housemaid, an old woman that Jungkook and you are close to. Mrs Chang has been taking care of you and Jungkook since you and Jungkook were kids. She’s a loving and caring woman, it reminds you of your grandma that’s why the two of you started calling her Nana.

    Mrs Chang exits the room once Jungkook has settled down on his chair. He stares at his breakfast that was prepared by Mrs Chang. It’s his favourite; soft soufflé pancakes with a cup of black coffee. 

    Rich golden honey syrup drips exquisitely from the top to the sides of the pancakes. It’s decorated with some berries and dusted with powdered sugar on top of the tower of pancakes. The pancakes are puffed, browned and heavenly sweet - even without tasting it yet. Aside from having a black coffee, pancakes are the start of his day but this is not it. 

    He picks up his utensils and cuts the pancake into preferably bite sizes as he eats it. It tastes bland even with all the sweets that had decorated his plates. The pancake is good but it didn’t spark his taste buds because he knows this isn’t the one he always had, it is not made and cooked by you. 

    Pull yourself together, Jungkook. 

    His quiet breakfast is interrupted by Rika. She slides her arms around Jungkook’s neck from behind and nuzzles her face into his neck. Jungkook breathes out her name as he puts down his utensils with a clink. 

    “Can I go out for a while, Jungkook?”

    “No.” He didn’t miss a beat as he voices sternly. 

    “Whyyy?” She whines. 

    “Because I have to go to work.”

    “I’ll take the guards with me—”

    “When I said you can’t go out, you can’t. Which part of “you can’t” did you not understand, Rika?” His voice is dripping with irritation. “For now, I don’t want you to leave the house without me.”

    “You once left me. I won’t let you do it twice.” It’s a promise. 

    Because you left me, I almost lost (Y/N).

Past. 

    It doesn’t take long for your life to be flipped upside down or in this case, Jungkook’s life - or preferably he called it a plan. It doesn’t take long for your plan to be interrupted and ruined.

    His life doesn’t centre on love or on this particular woman but he needed these two for a purpose. The airport was a runaway with the metal birds. It’s a starter for people that seek hope and adventure on another ground. But now, Jungkook wanted nothing more than to destroy airports. 

    Once he’s at the airport, it was packed with a swarm of people. It’s the busy hour right now and he couldn’t afford to cause a ruckus with all eyes around. His eyes scanned his surroundings to find the familiar figure. He ordered a few of his men to split up and search around. 

    “Jungkook, her flight is almost departing. Gate A-32,” your voice rang in Jungkook’s earpiece. 

    “Gate A-32,” he ordered his men with a flick of his wrist and they immediately got into action. 

    Men in black suits started to fill in the airport. People were giving weird and confused stares as they saw those men in black but they knew better than to care about others. Jungkook had ordered them to find his fiancée that had run away and that’s the only thing they would focus on. 

    Jungkook was about to head to the gate that you had mentioned but he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. “Wait, Jungkook,” he looked over his shoulder and met eyes with Taehyung, his friend. 

    “A-32 is a domestic flight. Rika wouldn’t be so stupid to run away within this country,” Taehyung frowned. “Did (Y/N)—”

    “Fucking hell,” Jungkook cursed under his breath. He hastily tore off his earpiece. You were ruining his plan and buying time for Rika. Are you her accomplice? Why are you helping her?

    “Jungkook, it’s not (Y/N)’s fault—”

    “Shut the fuck up, Taehyung.” Jungkook glared at him, shutting him off. “She’s messing up on purpose!”

    “Why would she even do that?” Taehyung snapped at him. “Are you hearing yourself right now? She has no motive to do so!”

    Jungkook regulated his breathing. Taehyung might be right but he couldn’t handle any mistakes at this crucial moment and this mistake coming from you was unusual as you rarely made a mistake but then again you’re a human with weaknesses. Maybe he’s just being irrational right now. 

    Taehyung’s earpiece began to buzz off. He heard your voice trying to connect to his earpiece. “Taehyung? Can you hear me?” 

    “I can’t get a hold of Jungkook— Did something happen?”

    “(Y/N), it’s not gate A-32,” he said. “Relocate her.”

    “What—”

    “Gate A-32 is a domestic flight, (Y/N). Are you sure she’s there?”

    “Shit, hold on!” He heard you ordering your subordinate to relocate Rika and search every gate. “She was at gate A-32 just now— How…”

    “She is buying herself some time. She’s definitely not alone.”

    “She’s… Her tracker is at gate B-40 now. Be mindful this is just her tracker, have people outside of the airport as well just in case what you said is right.”

    Taehyung immediately jumped into action and pushed Jungkook to run to the gate you had just mentioned. 

    “Gate B-40, Kook. I’ll be outside just in case she escapes from this airport,” he told him. “Go!”

    “Still at the waiting area of gate B-40?” you asked one of your subordinates. 

    They were all equally busy, pressured and stressed as you were. Their eyes were moving from one monitor to another, trying to find Rika in the midst of busy crowds. The sound of keyboard clickings filled the room.

This might be your speciality - to hack, in general - but surely everything would take time and now you have to get access to the airport’s security system just to find Rika through the surveillance cameras and with the help of her tracker she doesn’t know of - You hope she doesn’t know. Jungkook had installed the tracker in Rika’s phone without her knowledge - just a normal thing for Jungkook - so it’s a plus point for this situation. 

    Who would’ve thought…

    “Yes, she’s still there,” one of them answered as he was in charge of watching over the tracker’s location. The others were still trying to find Rika through the surveillance camera. 

    A frown was visible on your forehead. You pinched them as you tried to think of a reason for Rika to suddenly elude Jungkook. He treasured her like he had never before. You couldn’t think of any motive as to why Rika suddenly wanted to run away and to add to it, it’s one week before their wedding. If you were confused by this situation then Jungkook was twice confused. 

    Your eyes began to scan all over the monitors in the room. Rika’s figure has not been found yet but it was believed that she’s in this airport and hopefully, still. A surge of anxiety was starting to eat you up as the longer you scanned the monitors, the harder it was to find Rika; there were too many people at this hour. 

    You were about to move from the monitor to another one when your eyes caught a familiar figure in one of the monitors. The frown on your face grew harder at that. You squint your eyes to get a clearer vision as you close the distance between you and the monitor. 

    You’ve never felt the worst feeling of panic. 

    “Rika is not at gate B-40…” you muttered under your breath. 

    One of your co-workers caught what you just said. “But her tracker is still at B-40,” he said, his voice clear of confusion as to why you said that. 

     All of this was staged. Rika had planned all of this carefully and rather cunningly. What Taehyung said was true; she’s not alone and she’s buying time for that person. You refuse to believe your assumption might be right because if it was, Rika was one step away from escaping. 

    And you fucked up real bad. 

    “Entrance— The airport's second entrance, check that monitor!” you told them. “Fuck, where are Jungkook’s men?!”

    They were supposed to guard outside of the airport too!

    “(Y/N), that’s Rika!” your subordinate gasped. “But why is she—”

    “Rika isn’t planning to depart from this airport,” you told him as you rushed to the door. “Trace the car Rika is using, send it to me and inform Jungkook, ASAP!”

    Your subordinates quickly get into work. “Close down the road Rika is using. Do anything as long as the road is empty.”

    The feeling of adrenaline rush in your body was indescribable. Your hand was placed on the gear stick while the other was on the steering wheel, your foot was pressing the accelerator pedal hard as you sped off in order to get to Rika or at least to stop her car from going any further. 

    After some time speeding off the road, you saw a familiar car, a black Mercedes-AMG GT 4-Door Coupé. You could be wrong but you were confident it’s Rika. Yes, she couldn’t be the only person that owned that car brand and model but the car was specifically Jungkook’s. The logo of his notorious gang and company was embedded on the car - it’s a must for every car that he owned to have those - and the number plate? It was specifically designed by Jungkook. 

    Not wasting time any further, you didn’t hesitate to make a drastic turn. The car you’re aiming at was in the opposite lane. You clutched the steering wheel and spun it to the maximum. You’re driving against the current in order to stop Rika’s car. 

    The mission is to stop Rika from leaving. 

    The adrenaline rush once again pumped in your body as you were speeding up towards Rika’s car. The luck was on your side because the road was already empty and it’s all thanks to your subordinates’ effort in getting it done using whatever ways. You wouldn’t want to cause damage to the public property and people around. You stared up intensely at Rika’s car that’s a few metres away from you, heading furiously towards you with no hint of slowing down as it seemed. 

    You drifted your car to make a roadblock in hopes that she wouldn't get past you. The only way to get past you is to crash your car and that alone was enough to cause damage to her car and slow her down, you hope Jungkook and his men were already on their way and not so far from your location. 

    To your surprise, Rika’s car came to an abrupt halt. The sudden press on her brake pedal left drift marks on the road. You immediately threw yourself out of your car and ran towards Rika’s car. 

    “Jungkook and his men are already on their way to you, (Y/N),” Jake, one of your subordinates, told you through the earpiece you had on. “I told him about Rika’s actual plan and he immediately got out of the airport, don’t do anything rash, just hold her off for some time.”

    As soon as he got alerted by your subordinate, he wasted no time as he got out of the airport. It’s safe to say he may have bumped into some people and caused them to fall to the ground but he didn’t have the time to help. 

    He sped off the empty road to get to your location. He assumed it’s your order to get the road closed down. 

    But maybe he was too late.

    He saw your car sped off from your location but you were still there. The car Rika had used previously was abandoned. Rika took your car and left. 

    Why weren’t you stopping her?

    Rage and anger took over his body. He finally arrived at your location and immediately got out. He strode to you with big and long steps. 

   You heard cars coming in your way, you knew it’s Jungkook. You inhaled a good amount of oxygen as you closed your eyes, ready to face his wrath. The view of your car being driven further and further was what you saw once you opened your eyes again. Courage and braveness were what you needed right now but you couldn’t afford to have them. You felt an object being pushed to the back of your head, enough to command you to turn around. 

    Once you were sure your car with Rika in it was out of your sight, only then did you turn and faced Jungkook. The object you felt at the back of your head was a gun, Jungkook’s gun. The mouth of the gun was now a few inches from your forehead. You summoned leftover courage you had - you prayed you have - and spoke with a surprisingly clear voice, contrasting your trembling hands. 

    “I’m sorry, I was careless to let her escape.”

    The trigger goes off. 

Present.

    Your past will always haunt you, taunt you in the evilest way. Regret will eat you alive for every second for the thing you do that is against your will, you have control over the matter but you chose the wrong way. Does Jungkook have control over his actions in the past? Perhaps not, but then again is his action against his will?

    No.

    Jungkook’s eyes shoot open. 

    The hideous past of you and him is still fresh in his mind. The guilt always eats him up every night, even after seven months. Jungkook rests his head on the steering wheel as he tries to regain himself, his self-composure. Sometimes, he couldn’t help but stare into space and reminisce about the past. He takes a deep breath before pulling up his body to sit up straight and start his car.

    He wished he had not acted irrationally back then.

    It’s easy to describe Jeon Enterprise building, simple, really. The building is massive and clean. Most furniture in the building is either black, grey or beige. Jungkook arrives at the lobby and immediately gets into the elevator that specifically heads to his office floor. He is greeted by the receptionist which he replies with a simple nod and proceeds to the elevator. 

    The ride to his floor isn’t time consuming and he arrives at his floor after a few seconds. His floor is spacious compared to other floors. His father had designed the building himself and Jungkook didn’t make any changes ever since he took over his father’s position. He enjoys it too, working alone on the floor, no distraction whatsoever. That’s what makes them father and son, similarities in preference. 

    They say, always expect the unexpected - but where’s the fun in that? The element of surprise is what Jungkook fancies. After all, that’s how you take down your enemy. But he certainly doesn’t like to be surprised and he most definitely didn’t expect to be greeted with a piece of envelope presented on his desk. 

    Your resignation letter. 

    When he is walking down the hallway, he misses the empty cabin of yours. Your cabin is empty; the desk is cleared, no files or documents, just the company’s original properties which are the computer, the mouse and the keyboard. The letter of resignation is placed neatly on top of his desk, too neat to his liking. 

    He reads the content of the letter even when he knows it’s just a letter of you announcing your last day of employment - which is today - explaining your reason; personal reasons along with some praises to your co-workers and the company. 

    Jungkook is anything but rational right now. His mind is a mess but he’s unsure of the reason - because of your departure, perhaps? It wasn’t stated in the contract he made seven months ago that you have to resign from your position and end your contract of employment with Jeon Enterprise once you’ve found Rika.

    But then again, there’s nothing stopping you from doing so. Originally your contract of employment ended seven months ago, exactly a day after Rika had escaped. You renewed it because it was included in the contract Jungkook made you sign seven months ago that you have to continue working with Jeon Enterprise. 

    “You’ve read the letter, son?”

    Jungkook is too absorbed in his thoughts to the point he didn’t hear the footsteps of his mother nor did he hear the door to his office being opened. Aunt Binna is leaning against the wall near the door. She’s wearing a long black leather coat that reaches to her ankle and a belt secured on her waist. Her face is adorned with a pair of sunglasses and red lipstick. Her hair is tied back to a low bun, leaving a few strands to fall on the left side of her face. 

    Aunt takes off her glasses. “I sent that letter on her behalf.” 

    Jungkook immediately raises his head and stares at his mother with a bewildered look on his face. “Why?”

    “It’s her choice to resign,” she shrugs. “I only helped with sending the letter to you.”

    Jungkook heaves a heavy sigh. “Never mind, Rika is back. That’s all that matters.” He leans back to his chair, pinching his eyes close. Aunt heard him, of course, and she couldn’t help but to feel angry at her son. She scoffs as she crosses her arms. 

    “Why is she back anyway? She left you, Kook,” Aunt reminds him. “You’re overlooking the important thing right now. (Y/N) left the country to god knows where! Aren’t you worried?”

    “I love Rika so much, Ma. I can’t let her go,” he bares himself. 

    “Well, you might love her but I hate her— Maybe I loathe her even more after knowing the real reason why she escaped!”

    “What—What do you mean, Ma?” he frowns. 

    “God, I don’t know why (Y/N) kept this as a secret from you,” Aunt Binna sighs. “She loves you too much to not tell you the painful truth because she doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

    Jungkook's frown deepens. His mother glares at him and puts back on her sunglasses, clearly ready to leave the room. “Maybe back then if you had asked (Y/N) what truly happened, you would’ve known.”

    Aunt looks over her shoulder. “You’re a smart man, Kook. I hope you have not become a fool because of Rika and I hope you have a solid reason as to why Rika is back.”

Past : A week after you left. 

    The studio apartment was quite spacious; the bedroom, kitchen and living room were all in one space. Taehyung moseyed around his temporary little apartment. He’s used to living in a mansion but new experience doesn’t hurt especially when he’s doing this for you. 

    “(Y/N) suffered enough to get you back, Rika,” Taehyung drawled. He’s in no mood to talk actually, but Rika has been blowing up his phone so he had no choice but to pick up her calls. “Now that she’s free, I have no intention of keeping your little affair.”

    He hummed over something Rika was saying over the phone. “She doesn’t know that I knew about this,” he smirked when he heard Rika throwing a string of curses at him but his playfulness dissipated in a blink of an eye. 

    “You made my (Y/N) suffer. You and Jungkook… Both of you made her suffer.”

    They said anger is the bodyguard of sadness; it’s true. Anger started to spark in his veins as he remembered the tears that had fallen from your eyes while having a gun up to your head. He’s angry that he couldn’t afford to do anything back then and he’s sad that those images, those memories would stay in his mind forever. 

    Taehyung mastered the art of masking one’s emotions, be it by face or by voice. He’s angry but couldn’t afford to snap at Rika, at least not now. Anger is a powerful emotion. 

    “We are supposed to be together by now, you know? Me and (Y/N), I mean,” he continued. “If it wasn’t for your reckless action, I would’ve had her in my arms now…”

    Rika continued throwing profanities at Taehyung but he didn’t mind her of course instead, he continued. “But it’s fine, you’ll suffer in her place now.”

    The playfulness seemed to have come back as it was evident in his voice. “I’m giving you a chance, Rika, since (Y/N) wouldn’t want Jungkook’s love of life to suffer, right?” He pouted, his tone mocking. “So, now everything depends on how he gets to know about this; either from the mouth of others or yours.”

    He moistened his lips before he hissed out his opinion. “The latter option is better.”

    He didn’t let Rika continue any further so he ended the call with one touch. He returned to the app he had opened before picking up Rika’s call. The resume button was pressed and the audio was loading before it started playing again. It’s a conversation between two individuals. Taehyung had his earbud on one side of his ear as he listened to the conversation tentatively. 

    “Jungkook has given you everything, Rika. Why are you betraying him?”

    Your weak voice, your desperate voice which Taehyung knew that you were on the verge of tearing up - not out of sadness but rather out frustration, confusion and even anger - filled the room. He had replayed the audio for god knows how many times. It’s to the point he had remembered each and every sentence of the conversation. 

    He’s waiting for the perfect time to drop the bomb. 

    The conversation was still going on when he heard a knock on his door, breaking his concentration but he was bound to be disturbed at this time because the person he had been expecting had finally arrived. He knew exactly who’s behind the door without even opening the door yet. 

    Taehyung walked towards the door and with a happy smile, he opened the door. 

    “Aunt Binna,” he called. “Pleasure seeing you.”

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—DECEPTION MASTERLIST.

You are irreplaceable in his life, and so is he in yours.

Mayhap, it's time to change that. The moment he aimed his gun at your head, where the trigger could go off at any second; there, you immediately knew you are very much replaceable. So you take matters into your own hands; walk out of his life and away from him as soon as your work contract with him ended.

Jungkook hates not having your presence near him and, who said you get to walk out his life just like that? You promised not to leave him.

So, why did you leave him?

or

Plethora of deception.

PAIRING : Jungkook x Reader

GENRE : Dark Romance | Drama | Action : Gang AU

RATING : Mature

DISCLAIMER : This story is a work of fiction. Description of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. Everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

MASTERLIST | NAVIGATION

STATUS : Ongoing

CHAPTER INDEX :

i. One

ii. Two

iii. Three

iv. Four

v. Five   TBA

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happy new year!! it’s 2022 at my placee but if it’s not yet for you then happy new year in advance <33

i’ll be dropping taehyung oneshot next morning (as new year gift!)

— a little flirting won’t hurt | kth (m)

Who would’ve thought that flirting with Jimin would bring you to the knees in front of Taehyung instead of Jimin?

Pairing : Taehyung x Reader

Genre : Smut | Friends to Lovers | Idiots to Lovers | Roommate!AU | Bartender!AU

Rating : 18+

Disclaimer : This story is a work of fiction. Description of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. Everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

Word count : 9k+

Author Note :

new year fic 💌 and i was fighting with tumblr to make this post appear on the tags result 🚮 and turns out it was bcs of the banner :’) so @leemien had to make a new one for me and presumably a bit more appropriate .. or i’ll js leave this w/o banner.. </3

anyway.. thanking my lovelies (lee), weny, tease, sha (and her bf) for beta reading this <3 and to ana and nimi for being there to help me pull myself together 😟

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Warnings : This story deals with explicit sexual scene, mentions of alcohol names, alcohol consumption and perhaps a bit of inaccurate information about alcohol (since I don’t drink and this is just google based information 🥲).

Sexual scenes warnings : Unprotected sex (be sure to wrap it before you tap it, guys), kissing (and i mean a lot of it), marking and biting, finger fucking, oral sex m&f receiving, cum eating, creampie, overstimulation, (lots of) praising (because i’m a hoe for it), worshipping, nipple play, dirty talk… and I think that’s all.

Dedication : To Tease who has been urging me to write smut.

Home sweet home.

After hours staying at the college, you’re finally at the front of your apartment’s door. This morning, your lecturer has tasked you and the other students with two written assignments and soon you’ll have an oral presentation. It’s a pair work - the oral - and you had stayed back with your partner to work on it because you couldn’t discuss it with her at night since you have a night shift this week.

The assignments are luckily due next week, precisely two days from today. You and your partner's discussion didn’t take a lot of time because the oral is all about fact discussion and it relies on your own research but you decided to stay back a little longer to finish one assignment so you’d only be left with another one.

You punch in the passcode to your door and immediately get in. Right now you want nothing more than to flop on your bed and rest. There’s still a few hours before your shift at the bar and since it’s night shift, sleeping is essential especially when you don’t take any caffeine lately.

“I’m drained,” you sigh.

“That’s not what people used to say when they get into the house, you know?” Taehyung grins.

Beauty is subjective, you see, but Taehyung is definitely the definition of human beauty. His face proportions are perfect and a body that is sculptured by the god himself. How can he look so fine in a white T-shirt and grey sweatpants? His brown tousled hair falls right before his eyes. God his hair looks so fluffy too.

“I’m home,” you grunt.

“That’s more like it,” he smirks before making his way back to the living room and flops on the couch. “You’re awfully late today.”

You wave him off with “assignments” as you, too, join him on the couch, your bag is abandoned at the end of the couch. The screen is showing the crime documentary that Taehyung had been binging on recently.

Taehyung is your roommate who’s also your best friend, attends the same college as you and is a good friend of your boss, the owner of the bar you’re currently working at. You’re grateful to have met with Taehyung - despite all the hardships you had to face while breaking his wall and getting used to him.

It all starts with you being a broke student who wants to find a place to stay near your college with a rent within your range and Taehyung who happens to be looking for a roommate. It was not easy at all, to get accustomed to Taehyung and his whole house rules. You were so close to moving out of his house just because you couldn’t stand him and his pettiness and find another place, another roommate, but you pulled yourself together and it’s safe to say you’re numb to his pettiness and actually get along with him.

“You have work today?” Taehyung asks - though you are sure he knows the answer to it.

Still, you answer him albeit lazily. “Yeah. Night.”

You are exhausted, your energy bar is red and negative. Your eyes are begging to be closed and it doesn’t take a lot of persuasions for it to happen. Taehyung is talking about something but you didn’t catch it as your eyelids start to get heavier as seconds pass. You barely register his voice calling you as you let the darkness consume you and you drift into the dreamland.

“Taehyung!” You whine. “Why didn’t you wake me up, you twat!”

Why did you think Taehyung would be kind enough to wake you up for work? You are left with less than one hour before your shift starts and it takes at least thirty minutes for you to get ready and another thirty minutes for you to reach your workplace on foot. You would thank him for putting a blanket over you but you would smack him for not waking you up on purpose.

Taehyung sits on a stool near the kitchen island, a glass of water in hand as he listens to your rambling and nagging. He loves to rile you up in whatever ways possible and this is one of them.

It wasn’t on purpose actually, but you claimed that he did it on purpose so he’s being kind enough to play along and entertain you. He woke up a few minutes before you and noticed that you were already late. He reached out for his phone and texted Jin, your boss, to inform you might be late and he pushed himself off the couch. Nothing is actually going to happen if you’re late since he had informed your boss, you’re just overreacting - minus the fact that you didn’t know.

Exactly thirty minutes after you’ve woken up, you’ve finished getting ready. Your outfit is simple; a black turtleneck sweater with a black pencil skirt that hugs your curves and stops a few inches from your knees. From the look of it, Taehyung is ready to head somewhere too as you see him lounging in the living room. He’s going for all black as he wears his favourite black leather jacket with a plain black shirt underneath and black trousers.

“You’re going to the bar today?” You ask.

Taehyung is a frequent customer at the bar you work at and a close friend of the bar owner, Seokjin, your boss. It’s safe to say he’s a frequent customer only because he’s a close friend of your boss and he enjoys drinking as if that is what makes him alive. He loves feeling the burn at the back of his throat when he downs the alcoholic drinks though it’s not an everyday activity for him as he still loves his liver. Sometimes he’s at the bar just to accompany you - which is kind of him - and just to chill out.

You had accepted the job as a bartender for two reasons, one is because you needed money and Taehyung offered to help you get the bartender work so you definitely couldn’t decline an opportunity right under your nose. Two, you wanted to try it out - being a bartender - this is the first time you work as a bartender and it’s new to you but Seokjin and your other co-workers have been kind enough to guide you.

“Yeah,” he sighs. “But not willingly. Jungkook forces me to come.”

Jungkook is Taehyung’s friend, who you also consider as your friend though not as close as you to Taehyung. Jungkook is the same age as Taehyung which means he’s a year older than you. You rarely bump into him at college but you both know of each other’s existence given the times he had come over to your apartment just to have dinner because apparently, he’s saving money.

“Anyway, you done? Let’s go then.”

Let’s— Huh?

“Oh my god,” you gasp excitedly as you catch on to his words. “You’re giving me a ride today?”

Taehyung stares at you for a good few seconds before an idea pops into his head. You pray to god to protect this young man from the devil or the evil - or maybe it’s too late - because you know he’s up to no good when that devilish smile creeps on his face.

“Taehyung, I swear to—”

“On a second thought, maybe no. You called me a twat just now,” he smirks as he takes his car key and stride to the door. “Go on your foot, twat.”

Remember when you had mentioned Taehyung is a petty bitch? Yes, this is it.

“Taehyung!!” You whine as you stomp your way to follow him.

He’s joking, right?

Yeah, he’s joking.

“You’re so petty, you know that?” You grumble, opening your locker.

“Whatever makes you sleep at night, sweetheart.” He didn’t miss a beat as he pinched your cheek.

“Taehyung!” You slap his arm light-heartedly. Pinching your cheeks has been a habit of Taehyung that he had picked up a few months ago. It’s an endearing gesture, his words, not mine.

“Be grateful you’re not late,” Taehyung taunts as he saunters to the exit of the staff room. “Twat.”

Very petty.

A few moments before, you had rushed here to be on time - with Taehyung giving you a slow and chill ride - only for your boss to be baffled as he saw you rushing and out of breath. Technically, you did run here since that roommate of yours decided to park a bit far away from the bar because there’s no other parking spot which was a lie.

Seokjin told you that you told him you were going to be late and it’s your turn to be confused as he said he had expected you to arrive a few minutes later, not on time. You narrowed every possibility and it landed on one and only Taehyung.

When you hear the door shut and Taehyung is out of sight, you roll your eyes and grab your apron from the locker. It’s a black leather apron with the bar’s name embedded on the top right chest area. The apron smoothly goes over your head and settles on your neck and you tie the strips at the side of the apron to the small of your back.

You walk to the door and out to your workspace.

The bar is the vibe and the people in the bar are the vibe. The bar is the place where you let loose of yourself, enjoy yourself and live your life to the fullest. That’s another reason why you accepted the offer to work at a bar. Once in a while, you want to have fun - not the drink till you're the drunk type of fun but instead, you actually enjoy watching people have fun as if the night is still young.

As soon as you walk out of the staff room, a heavy smell of alcohol fills your nostrils and heavy music fills the whole bar. Naked by Doja Cat is playing as you stride towards the back of the counter. Seokjin’s bar or you could call, Picturesque, is lively, trendy and… chaotic - in a good way. His bar gives off an upbeat, friendly and even sexy atmosphere. Most of the students from your college often come to this bar to either throw a party or to hang out - and get wasted.

The interior design of Picturesque screams extravagant and modern. The furniture is mostly in black, brown or beige. As soon as you get behind the bar counter, you see that Minnie, your co-worker, is already there preparing drinks. She notices your presence and winks at you. Breaking into a small laugh at her randomness, you walk towards her.

“Damn, is that Sazerac?” You look over her shoulder, recognising the drink she had just slid over to the customer.

“She asked for something strong,” Minnie shrugs, wiping her hands. “I’ve been wanting to make that drink, you know? Haven’t done it in a while.”

“One Long Island, please,” the guy that sits on one of the stool orders.

“Do you want to take that order or…” Minnie asks.

“I’ll take that,” you tell her and you turn to the guy. “Right away, sir.”

You catch Taehyung staring at you when you are about to turn and get a glass. He’s with Jungkook and a couple of guys - who you assume are from your college too - that you’re not familiar with. Lips mouthing a “what” at him and he only chuckles at that. You roll your eyes and turn to make the drink. When you turn again, you notice some girls coming to his table but you didn’t manage to recognise who it is as Minnie calls for you.

Jealousy is really a disease.

But what about unexplained jealousy?

It’s a lethal disease.

“(Y/N)?” Minnie nudges you. “The glass is going to break.”

“Bollocks,” you huff as you look at the glass in your grasp. “I didn’t even hold it too tight.”

The entire scene happening in front of you is definitely not a scene you’d like to witness. A girl’s hands all over your roommate’s body, her curves pressing over him, trying to push up her breast as you assume maybe to impress Taehyung and downright flirting albeit Taehyung looks unbothered - way too unbothered.

“If looks could murder, yours would,” Seokjin appears out of nowhere. It's a habit of his to suddenly walk up to the bar and sometimes he would act like a customer and you didn’t even notice.

Seokjin is a man in his thirties albeit looking like in his twenties. God has his favourite and this man, your boss, happens to be the favourite. His black silky mullet hair looks so perfect on him. You don’t think you could ever want to look at any man with a mullet except for Seokjin - or maybe Taehyung too. Don’t let you get started on his lips that gets any women and sometimes even men envy it. Seokjin’s lips are perfect; pillowy, pink, plump and perfectly sculpted.

“Shut it, Jin,” you huff. “Were you about to pretend like you’re a customer again?”

“No,” he grunts. You always recall that event and he is starting to think you’re being petty - for sure you had picked that up from Taehyung after living under one roof for some time now.

“I was bored in my space so I decided to check on you,” he places a hand on his chest. “Can’t you see I’m such a caring boss? You should forget that incident. You’re being petty like Taehyung, you know?”

You roll your eyes. “I’m anything but like Taehyung.”

“Yeah? Tell that to me again once you stop gripping the glass. It’s really about to break now.”

It’s Minnie’s turn to jump into the conversation. It looks like she had just finished serving a drink for a customer. She sends a wink at Seokjin and he mutually sends it back - their way of greetings.

“What are you jealous about?” Minnie asks.

“Jealous?” You frown at her. “Who said I’m jealous?”

Minnie looks in the direction you’re looking to and nods knowingly. She and Seokjin share a look before the man speaks. “(Y/N),” He points at his face. “Your face says a lot, in case you don’t know.”

“Don’t act as if you didn’t have a crush on Taehyung!” Minnie nudges you playfully. “You literally talked for hours about how much you like him, adore him, even wants to fu—”

“Shut it, Minnie!” You hiss. “I was drunk.”

“I know about it too,” Seokjin points out. “And it’s not like it’s a secret that you like Taehyung.”

“It is a secret between us!” You scold him.

“Whatever,” Minnie rolls her eyes. “Did you even think of confessing?”

“No. Why would I?”

The thought of confessing did cross your mind sometimes but it always vanished because Taehyung just didn’t catch on to your hints. You are kind enough to drop some hints that you like him - or maybe your hints were too subtle or he’s too dead in the brain to understand the hint - but he didn’t give any reaction to it, that’s when the thought of confessing just went out of the window, down the drain and out of the planet.

At this point, you are convinced that Taehyung is not attracted to you and only considers you as a friend but you have no problem with it.

Then, why are you jealous?

Shut up, brain.

Taehyung is not the only man on this planet and surely you can develop feelings for another man.

Right?

“Because you like him?” Minnie tells you as a matter of fact. “Isn’t it normal to confess?”

“And because who knows if Taehyung likes you too?” Seokjin adds, shrugging.

“Nonsense,” you sigh. “I gave up trying to confess long time ago.” You decide to not tell them the details as you turn to look at Taehyung’s table. He’s still with the girl that has been pressing on him but just this time there’s some distance between them.

A guy from Taehyung’s table stands up and walks towards the bar counter, who you recognise it’s Jimin. He continues walking to the bar until his eyes land on you and locks his gaze on you albeit he’s a few metres from you.

“Hey, can I get a Martini?” A customer sits on the stool in front of you.

“Yeah, sur—”

“Right away, miss!” Minnie cuts you off. “How about you go take that young man’s order?” She’s pointing at Jimin and you look at his way only for him to send you a wide smile.

“Get going, (Y/N). Don’t make the customer wait,” Seokjin pushes you with his words. You give them a weird look before walking in Jimin’s direction.

Jimin is a pretty boy if you are to describe him. He has the prettiest smile, the prettiest eyes, the prettiest eye smile and the prettiest body figure - the last one is unsolicited but it is what it is - his body is a body to die for. As far as you remember Jimin is Jungkook’s friend as you’ve always seen them together at the college and you did exchange a few words or make a conversation with him sometimes when you guys share classes.

“Hey,” you approach him. “Hey, (Y/N),” he grins. His smile reaches his eyes as it turns into little crescents.

God, he’s so freaking adorable.

“What would you like to have?” You ask.

“What do you feel like drinking right now?” He suddenly asks.

“Do you want to drink on my behalf?” You ask jokingly.

He nods.

“Jimin!” You whine. “Seriously, what do you want to drink?”

“I told you; a drink that you feel like drinking right now,” he answers. His tone is playful and teasing so you couldn’t take him seriously but the look in his eyes seems serious.

“You sure?” You ask again for confirmation and he nods. “I feel like drinking Zombie right now.”

“My favourite,” Jimin smirks. “I’ll take that.”

You shake your head while you let out a small laugh and turn to get his drink ready.

“Thought you said it’s your favourite.”

“It is!” Jimin slurs.

You don’t know if Jimin is light-weight or what but it’s only been a few minutes after drinking a whole Zombie and Jimin is already tipsy.

Tipsy is a nicer term.

“Doesn’t seem like it, Jimin,” you chuckle.

Jimin has been a great company to you. You feel like he’s your long lost best friend or he makes it seem like that. Talking to him at the bar seems to differ from talking to him in class. He’s more let loose and friendlier if you dare to say. It’s not like he’s not friendly enough in class but maybe the environment just gives you a chance to get to know him better and actually talk to him better because in class you would always focus on your professor and so does Jimin, making the two of you only exchange words solely for class purpose.

“You’re cute when you laugh, (Y/N),” Jimin looks at you dreamily, as if you’re the only person at the bar that matters.

Heat creeps on your face making you blush. You clear your throat and turn away to hide the redness on your cheeks - the bar is dimmed but you don’t if he actually can see it so you just turn.

“You’re just drunk, Jimin,” you tell him. “Let me get you a glass of water?”

Jimin reaches for your hand. Even from the dimmed light, you could make out that his cheeks are red but you’re unsure of the reason - the alcohol or he’s blushing - but still, you narrow it down to it being due to the alcohol.

“Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are enchanting?”

Jimin lets go of your hand to reach the side of your face, tucking a few strands of your hair behind your ear. His fingertips graze on your skin. Jimin’s touch feels so soft, his touch is too soft as if one wrong move could break you.

His advance on you took you off guard but you didn’t back away. You’ve experienced multiple advances people made on you whilst they are drunk and instead of jerking away and getting mad, you learn to keep calm and push them away politely.

But, flirting with him won’t hurt, right?

Taehyung is flirting with some random chick and so can you. Plus, Jimin is not bad, he’s kind of cute too. A bit of teasing won’t hurt and most definitely won’t hurt Taehyung. You’re starting to become petty, you know but you don’t care. To hell with this feeling for a man that doesn’t even get the hints.

“Has anyone ever told you that your lips look kissable?” His hand trails from your cheek to your jaw and his thumb rests on your bottom lips. His cat eyes are clouded with lust as he breaks the intense eye contact with you and down to your lips. His thumb trails your bottom lips before he tugs your chin, his body leaning closer. When his lips are a few inches from yours, he looks into your eyes, asking for permission.

“Jimin.”

Taehyung is standing behind Jimin but he isn’t looking at the drunk man instead he’s looking straight at you, downright glaring, actually. He tugs at Jimin’s collar to pull him back

“You’re drunk.”

“Tipsy,” Jimin corrects.

Taehyung rolls his eyes before walking back to his table all while tugging on Jimin’s collar. Once he settles down, you notice that the previous girl that has been pressing against him is nowhere in sight and his eyes are on you, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

Fuck, why does he looks hot even while drinking?

His throat bobs up and down for each gulp of the whiskey he drinks and all while staring at you. The intense eye contact is broken by you as you feel your body temperature starting to rise and you feel your cunt is wet from your arousal, dampening your panties.

God, (Y/N) snap out of it!

You abruptly turn your head as you try to look for anything to distract you from this situation Taehyung has put you in.

“I’m planning to drink tonight, want to join?” Minnie asks while the two of you are getting out of the bar. Seokjin had given you the key to lock the bar because he had to leave early due to some work.

Your shift ended and tomorrow is the weekend, what else is better than getting wasted on Friday night? The offer is too tempting to decline but God seems to have a different plan for you because Taehyung is leaning against his car with his arms crossed, in front of the bar, waiting for you.

“She won’t be joining.” He tells Minnie as he strides towards you.

“I didn’t even—”

“You didn’t tell me you had a plan with Taehyung!” Minnie gasps as she takes away the key from your hand and playfully pushes you away from the door. She quickly locks the door before turning back to you, who seems flabbergasted and Taehyung who seems somewhat pissed.

“Didn’t mean to ruin your plan, Taehyung,” she sends a fake apologetic look at you and Taehyung. “Carry on with your plan!”

Just like that, Minnie dashes off to her car. Taehyung turns and strides back to his car. You remember that he had parked his car a bit far away from the bar - how nice of him to drive it here and wait for you.

You didn’t notice you had been standing like a statue for longer than intended until you heard Taehyung’s voice.

“Are you going to stand there until sunrise?”

You blink at his bluntness. Someone’s pissed.

You get into his car as you quietly wait for him to start the car with a strong rev of the engine like he always does. The night sky is such a pleasant and welcoming sight. The stars are scattered on the sky like spilt sugar, each one of them has a shine of their own and together they light up the night sky. You notice that the engine hasn't been rev to life as the car is still not moving, the stars don't seem like it’s chasing you yet.

You turn to Taehyung who had his left hand gripping the steering wheel. “Is the… Is the car broken or what,” you ask half-seriously and half-jokingly.

“Are you going to tell me what I’ve been missing out on?” He blurts out.

“Missing out? What do you mean?” Confusion is clear on your face.

“You were flirting with Jimin and almost kissed him,” Taehyung turns to face you, raising an eyebrow.

“I wouldn’t call it flirting,” you frown at him. It’s that it wasn’t flirting. You and Jimin were just talking, you’ve thought of Jimin like an old friend of yours and the conversation you had with him a few hours ago is like catching up with an old friend. It’s definitely not flirting.

“And the keyword is almost, almost kissed,” you emphasise. “But I don’t see what that has got to do with you?”

Taehyung clenches his jaw at your answer but soon he loosens it as he wets his lips and turns away from you without saying a word.

“That’s it? You were mad at me for flirting with Jimin?” You scoff in disbelief.

Taehyung is mad, pissed off for whatever reasons and one of the reasons is that you flirt with Jimin. What about him? He’s flirting with some random chick the entire night but then again you don’t have the right to be mad at him and he, too, doesn’t have the right to get mad at you for flirting with Jimin - which you didn’t, you were just talking to him.

Taehyung ignores you.

“Then, what about you? You were flirting with some random girl,” you didn’t mean to raise your voice a tad bit higher but it just came out.

“Are you jealous?” Taehyung didn’t miss a beat.

You are taken aback by his question as you immediately pursue your lips into a thin line. You are jealous but you couldn’t just tell him that, right? What would he think of that later on? It would be weird because you’re not his girlfriend to be jealous of some girls all over him or whatever, you’re his best friend for god’s sake.

“J-Just… Just get moving. I’m tired,” you are flustered so you avoid his question.

“Tell me.”

Taehyung leans towards you, killing the distance between the two of you. His arms cage you in your seat. His face is just a few inches away from you that you practically can smell the alcohol on him, his clean and minty scent of his - the smell that you dare to say that you’re addicted to. Your eyes look at anything but his eyes.

The proximity is killing you and Taehyung who doesn’t seem to budge from his position is definitely not helping. Your eyes stop at his nose and you spot the little beauty mole then your eyes travel down to his lips - pretty, fine and kissable lips of his. Perhaps your eyes had stayed on his lips a bit too long because his lips curled into a smirk.

“Eyes up here, (Y/N).” His baritone voice tells you as he tugs on your chin so that you turn to face him, eyes meeting his.

“Are you jealous, sweetheart?” He asks again, this time he makes sure that you look into his eyes as he looks into yours intensely. You suck in a deep breath, the proximity is suffocating you, the staring is killing you, your nostrils are filled with Taehyung’s scent mixed with alcohol along with his car’s scent that doesn’t smell much different from his own scent. You turn your head abruptly, breaking the eye contact but he grips on your chin and tugs you back to face him

“N-no, I’m not!” You lie through your teeth. Your hands reach out to Taehyung’s chest to push him back.

“Tell that to me while looking straight into my eyes.”

You can’t. You know you can’t and he knows you can’t. You can’t lie all while making eye contact, it will make you more nervous and if there’s anyone who can read you like a book, knows you are lying is none other than Taehyung.

“What if I tell you that I’m also jealous?”

What?

Your eyes immediately look up to his, trying to find any hint that is showing he’s lying. There’s no way your roommate would be jealous. You must’ve heard it wrong.

“I’m jealous because you were so close to kissing Jimin just now.” As if reading your mind, he tells you again.

“He was so close to kissing you. If I was a second late, he would’ve placed his lips on you and I didn’t like that thought,” his eyes drop to your lips as his thumb grazes your bottom lips.

“He was right when he said your lips are kissable, sweetheart.”

His lips are now a few inches away from yours. Yours and Taehyung’s breaths mingle. His eyes look up to you as if asking for permission. You didn’t give too much thought, you just nod.

Taehyung captures your lips.

If your lips are kissable then what about his? His lips taste of heaven and are soft. It’s a crime that these lips haven't been kissing you, it’s a crime that these lips haven’t been on yours since day one. Taehyung kisses you slowly, very much savouring the moment of his lips on your slowly as if he had all the time in the world. Your lips work at the same pace as his, savouring the taste of his lips, the feeling of his lips on yours.

The slow making out is only heightening your lust, your desire to have more of him so you take matters into your hand. You deepen the kiss as you make the move first to slide your tongue in making him groan. His hand rests on your waist, gripping tightly. Taehyung didn’t let you have the dominance in the tongue fighting - like hell he would. His tongue explored your mouth making you let out a small moan.

“Needy aren’t you?” He pulls away from you, leaving you all panting for air. A whine involuntarily escapes from your lips at the loss of contact.

“Look at you, already out of breath just from a little kissing,” he smirks as his thumb teases with your lower lips. His thumb slowly dives into your mouth, placing it on your hot tongue.

“Suck,” he orders. Fuck, his voice sounds so sexy right now.

You suck. You just do. Your tongue swirls around his thumb as Taehyung just watches you. The wet sound of coming from you is making him hard and you know it from the hard bulge on his pants.

“Your mouth is so warm,” he praises. “Can this mouth take my cock? Hmm?”

You moan as a response. Taehyung pulls out his thumb and looks at your flushed face. Your lips are still swollen from the kiss, drools on the corner of your mouth because of the sucking and licking. Your hand reaches for his hard bulge, palming it making him let out a deep growl. His fingers travel from your waist to your thigh and down to your clothed heat. He lets his finger lightly trace your body like a feather, teasing and riling you up even more.

“Are you wet, sweetheart?” He whispers. “I can smell your arousal down there.”

His lips leave wet kisses on your neck as his hand stops at your breast. “Would like me to fuck your tits too?” He fondles one of your tits. Your nipples are erected underneath your bra. His hand travels under your sweater but the piece of clothing seems to be a hindrance of his sight to your tits so he pulls up your sweater, enough to just witness the view of your tits covered by another piece of garment.

“Lace?” He hums. “I love it.”

He kisses along your sternum. The sight of Taehyung worshipping your tits is definitely not something you had expected. He licks on your meaty flesh that isn’t covered by the bra before he bites on it, leaving love bites. You yelp as your hands travel to grip on his hair.

“Want to fuck you,” he groans. “Will you let me fuck you, sweetheart?”

“Fuck yes, want to feel you, want to fuck you,” you whimper.

“I’ll be the one doing the fucking, sweets,” he lets out a deep chuckle. His lips trail up to your lips, kissing you deeply.

“I’ll fuck you so hard and deep.”

Taehyung is an impatient man.

Along the ride to the apartment, his hand travels from your thigh to your clothed heat, gripping it and once the two of you arrive, he picks you up and kisses you with urgency. He kisses you like he’ll die if he doesn’t. He consumes you like you’re the oxygen he needs to stay alive.

He brings you to his room and sits on his bed with you situated on his lap. You could feel his bulging crotch pressing on your clothed pussy. You roll your hips, creating more friction to relieve your throbbing pussy. Taehyung grips on your hips as a growl escapes his throat as a warning.

“Impatient are we?”

Says you.

His hands move from your hips to your ass, squeezing it. “Your ass is so sexy,” He asks in between the kisses. “I get hard every time you walk around the house with those tight pants of yours or when you’re wearing a skirt that doesn't leave much room for imagination.”

You whine at his words. His hands move lower to your clothed pussy, leaving trails of teasing touches.

“S-stop teasing!” You huff which he only replies with a chuckle.

“On your knees.”

You immediately get off him and kneel on the floor as he rises from the bed, his hard crotch right in front of you.

“Take my cock out,” he orders as his hand reaches out to brush your hair away from your face, stroking your hair softly and lovingly. You comply with his request and undo his pants to free out his length. His cock springs out immediately when you free it from his tight and suffocating pants.

His cock is massive and the prettiest you’ve seen - you’ve seen some from porn, yeah… - It shouldn’t be within your reach but here it is, standing proudly in front of you. Cum is leaking from the tip of his cock. You gulp at the amazing sight.

“Like what you see?”

Damn, yes you do.

“Do you ever give a blowjob?” Taehyung asks.

You shake your head. You never really had the chance to get a partner to do that. It’s safe to say that you’re busy being a broke student, a virgin at it. The glint of possessiveness shines in his dark eyes.

“I’m the first?” He caresses your scalp making you almost purr at the soft gesture. You nod at his question and his erection hardens. “And I’ll be the last.” He tells you with a hint of possessiveness in his voice. He pulls his hand from your scalp to pump his hard length.

“Will you let me fuck that little mouth of yours?”

Your eyes hastily bounce between him and his dick. Words are not needed, you want him to fuck you, let alone ruin you with that dick. You let out a broken sigh before parting your lips and that’s all the permission Taehyung needs.

He grips on his cock, smearing his precum along his length before he plunges into your mouth in one go. “Fuck,” he groans. “Your mouth is so warm.”

You try to take in all of him in your mouth as he hits the back of your throat. Your gag reflex kicks in as tears spring in the corner of your eyes, your hands gripping on his thick thighs. Taehyung looks down at you, your little mouth, your lips wrapped around his big cock.

Fuck, it only makes him harder.

“You take me so well,” he praises. He pulls out completely to let you take a breath only for a short while before he slams into your mouth again. He thrusts into your mouth like you’re nothing but a ragdoll. His pace is hard and rough - and you certainly like it.

“You look so fucking beautiful stuffed with my cock, sweetheart.”

Your panties are dampened enough. You feel your pussy throb harder at his words, you feel your pussy getting wetter at every praise he gives you. You clench your thighs trying to find some sort of relief for your aching pussy.

“This mouth is mine,” he growls. “Those lips should only wrap around my cock and only mine. Do you understand that?” He slows down and rolls his hips, fingers in your hair. You taste his pre cum on your tongue as you swirl your tongue around his thick length. You hear Taehyung grunting out a moan and conclude that no other sound is sexier than his moans.

“You’ll take my loads like a good girl, sweetheart? My angel— Fuck.”

You are full of his taste in your mouth, his scent fills your nostrils. He’s everywhere and you’re surrounded by all of him. Taehyung picks up his pace of thrusting in and out of your mouth. His body turns rigid and his moans fill the room as he spills his hot cum down your throat. You watch through your lashes mesmerised by the view of Taehyung reaching his high.

You try to swallow all of his loads as you angle your head properly but some still manage to escape from your mouth. His cum streams down the corners of your mouth, his cock still inside of you but it doesn't soften, if possible it only hardens as he watches you in awe, a sheen of possessiveness shines in his eyes. The sight of you taking in all of his cock is a sight to behold; tears are pooling in the corner of your eyes, your drools and his cum are mixed together at the corner of your mouth and your cheeks flush.

He pulls out and slides his thumb to collect the cum at the corner of your mouth.

“Open.”

Your lips part as you do as he tells you to.

He slowly thrusts his thumb into your mouth, smearing his cum all over your tongue and even around your slick and swollen lips. You wrap your lips around his thumb, tongue licking and sucking his thumb to clear it off his cum. He groans out praises, telling you how good of you to take in all of him.

Taehyung pulls out his thumb from your mouth as he grabs your arm and takes you into a heated kiss. His hard erection pressing over your clothed body.

His touch is intoxicating, everything about him is intoxicating. He’s a drug - a drug you never know you need so bad and you’re intoxicated.

“Taehyung,” you moan between the kisses. “Fu–Fuck me.”

“Yeah?” He groans in your mouth. “You want me to fuck you?”

You nod hastily. Your pussy is clenching over nothing and it’s unbearable.

He breaks the kiss. “How do you want me to fuck you, sweetheart?” He pushes you down to the bed, his body hovering over you. “Should I fuck your pussy with my cock? Or should I fuck your pussy with my tongue and fingers?”

“W-Want all of you,” you whimper out an answer.

“Greedy little girl, aren’t you?” He clicks his tongue. “Are you sure your little cunt can take all of me, sweetie?”

You pant out a yes. Taehyung takes off his jacket and pulls his shirt over his head, undressing himself. You take in the sight of his sculpted body, a body to die for, a body that will make the Greek Gods envious. He’s in his naked glory in front of you and he leans in to kiss you again.

“Take off your clothes.”

You immediately jump into action. The black sweater is discarded in a blink of an eye, your pants are gone too with the help of Taehyung. You’re now left in your undergarments.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” his hands roam all over your body, leaving wet kisses everywhere. His hand reaches for your back, unclipping the bra as he takes it off to give him the view of your tits. He fondles your mounds, your hardened peaks in between his fingers. He twists and tugs on your nipples making you cry out a broken moan. Once your nipples are erect enough, he takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks roughly. He switches to your other nipples, giving them equal amounts of attention.

His tongue is swirling around your hardened bud and it only builds up your arousal even more. If you were wet before then you’re two times wetter right now. Your nerves are on fire as the pleasure builds up, heat is spreading under your skin and your back is arching in pleasure as you chase more of his warmth.

“F-Fuck, Taehyung,” his mouth is hot.

Your hand travels down to your lower region, your cunt. You want nothing more than a touch to relieve your aching pussy. Your hands are a few inches away from your sex but you retract it with a whimper when Taehyung suddenly bites on your nipple.

“Don’t touch yourself unless I tell you to.”

“But—”

He bites on your nipple again, making you let out a yelp. His hand moves to your lower region, cupping your aching and throbbing heat making your hips jerk at the sudden contact but soon you start to grind on his hand to find some sort of relief.

“Taehyung,” you let out a shaky breath. “Please.”

“Please what?” His pointed tongue laps at your areola and flicks your nipple. The hand that is cupping your sex just stays still without any further movement.

“Please t-touch me,”

Taehyung pulls away from your breast and captures your lips into another kiss. His fingers touch your wet folds, leaving light and teasing touches. You moan into the kiss when his thumb slowly circles your clit.

“You’re so wet,” he grunts. “Wet for me?”

He slides a finger into your cunt. You cry out a moan at the sudden intrusion.

“Fuck, your walls are clenching on my finger so hard,” he starts moving his finger at a slow and steady pace, his eyes looking at your face for any hint of discomfort and when he sees nothing but the look of pleasure, he increases his pace and adds in another finger.

“Need to prepare this hot and tight cunt for my fat cock, yeah?”

Your wall tightens at his words. Taehyung places a hand on your hip to hold you down from squirming. His fingers are knuckles deep inside of your heat. He curls his digits, hitting the particular pleasure spot. A high pitched moan escapes your lips and Taehyung knows immediately he has found your g-spot.

“You’re so hot, (Y/N),” he pecks your lips and looks at your face. You’re already a mess just from him finger fucking you. He continues hitting on the spot with his fingers making you a moaning mess.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.”

He picks up his pace into finger fucking you and as if at his command, your walls spasm and contract around his digits. You come undone on his fingers as your back arches and head thrown to the back, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

You calm down for your high, your breathing is laboured as you try to recollect yourself. Taehyung looks at you with a stunned look before he leans in to kiss you deeply. Your lips lazily try to reciprocate with the eagerness he pours into the kiss.

“You look so hot while coming undone around my fingers,” he tells you in between the kisses. “Bet you’ll look even hotter coming around my dick.”

He pulls out his finger, circling and playing with your folds slowly before pulling away completely from you. He picks you up by your waist as he leans against the headboard and situates you on his lap again.

“Ride me,” his hands grip your hips. His length is standing proud and hard, the leaking tip is inches away from your entrance. “Does this pussy ever take in any dick, hmm?”

You shake your head and his grips on your hips tighten. He pulls you closer until your flushed body is pressed against his, your hands gripping on his shoulders. His hands snake around your back, landing on your arse. He repeats his action of squeezing and spreading your arse all while his lips leave wet kisses on your stomach. Your heart flutters with the amount of kisses Taehyung has been giving you, kissing you on the lips, kissing your breast and now kissing your stomach.

“And it will never take in any dick other than mine,” he growls. “Your pussy will only know my dick, my tongue and my fingers.”

Your walls clench around nothing. His words do nothing but ignite your neediness, your horniness. Taehyung runs one of his hands back to your hip and the other down to your pussy.

“And while I fuck you I want you to scream out my name,” his baritone voice does wonder to you.

“But now I want you to fuck yourself on my cock,” he spreads your folds. “Can you do that?”

You hesitate for a while before you nod, taking up his request.

“Words, sweetheart.”

“Y-Yes.”

Taehyung mumbles praise and places one last kiss on your stomach before pulling away, letting you have your spotlight of fucking yourself on his dick.

You line up the tip of his dick to your wet entrance. Taehyung watches you with heavy lust in his eyes. You slowly sink on his length, your walls burn at the intrusion. When you manage to sink enough to cover his tip of dick, you let out a shaky breath. His two fingers in your cunt are nothing to compare with the size of his dick.

“Want help, sweetie?” He caresses the skin of your hips. Surprisingly to him, you shake your head to which he raises a brow but you give him no mind. You focus on the burn in your lower region. You want to prove to him that you can take his dick to the brim.

You are a sucker for praises. His praises.

You sink down onto his dick in one go. A high pitched moan escapes your mouth as his dick stretches your walls. Curses fall out of Taehyung lips because of your tightness, your pussy tightens around his dick, holding him with a vice grip.

“Fuck…” he lets out a breathy moan. “Taking in all of me like the good girl you are.”

Your stomach flips at his praise. The urge to make him feel good is strong. You raise your hips enough until only his tip is covered by your walls and sink on his length again. You keep up the steady pace with Taehyung’s hands still on your hips, sometimes helping and manoeuvring you. The room is filled with the mix of your moans and Taehyung’s moans.

Your legs are starting to give out as your pace starts to get slower and unsteady. Taehyung notices it and immediately flips the two of you and your back immediately meets with the soft mattress. His hands grip the back of your thighs, spreading them.

Taehyung makes love and he also fucks. When he fucks, he fucks deep and hard, just like he had told you. He didn’t hold back from snapping his hips in and out of you hard and deep. You are a moaning mess when he hits your g-spot. He tortures your pleasure spot, hitting it with his length.

He leans into you, kissing you once again. He rolls his hips, his cock buried deep inside your cunt. You moan into his mouth and he gladly swallows your sounds. His lips trail down to your jaw and finally to your neck. He sucks on the skin of your neck, littering your neck with his marks all while rolling his hips, his length buried deep inside you.

Taehyung pulls away only to replace his pace with a powerful and deep thrust. Every thrust has you closer to your climax. Taehyung sees your face contorted in pleasure, your walls tightening around his dick. He brings his thumb to your clit, circling and pinching it. You’re a mess, skin flushed and red, naked under him with his cock buried deep inside you, moaning uncontrollably with each hard and powerful thrust.

“You’re close, sweets?” He asks with a heavy breath.

“I’m c-close. Want to cum, w-want your cum inside of me.”

Fuck it makes him crazy.

“Want my cum inside of you?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “Want to paint your walls white with my cum, yeah?” Taehyung continues circling your pearl with his thumb, pushing you over the edge.

“Cum.”

As if in command, your walls flutter around his cock. You come undone around his cock with a loud cry of his name, your eyes rolling to the back, your back arches and your thighs shaking. Taehyung slows his pace as you try to calm down from your high. His dick slides in and out of you, Taehyung watches the way your essence is coating his length with every thrust.

“Fuck, so warm,” he rasps. “Going to fill this pussy with my cum, yeah?”

Taehyung starts to pick up his pace, deep and punishing thrusts. You whimper at the feeling of overstimulation. Your pussy is still sensitive from the powerful orgasm but you want him to cum in you. Broken moans leave your lips and that serves as motivations for Taehyung. Your moans and cries are a melody to his ears. You are a mess under him and he is the reason why you’re a mess.

The thought of painting your walls white with his cum, filling your pussy with his seeds. With one last powerful thrust, Taehyung spills inside you, emptying himself inside you. He cums in you with deep grunts followed by a string of curses. You are dizzy with the pleasure that you start seeing stars.

Taehyung leans in and hides his face in the crook of your neck. His heavy breath tickles your skin. You feel his length softening inside of you. He leaves open mouth kisses at the expense of your skin before pulling away. As he pulls away, his dick slowly slides out of you. His cum spills out of your pussy and his fingers collect it, stuffing it back into your pussy. You are shaking, your pussy flinches at the overstimulation. He brings his fingers that had collected his cum mixed with yours to your mouth which you gladly open.

“Good girl.”

The streak of possessiveness shines in his eyes as he looks at the mess he has made. You. But it seems that he’s not done when you see him leaning down to your pussy. He blows at your entrance, watching the way your pussy clenches making his cum spill out again and he gladly moves his fingers to stuff it back into you.

Taehyung brings his lips to leave trails of kisses along your thighs, leaving bites here and there too. He comes back to your pussy as he spreads your pussylips. Suddenly, you feel his hot tongue lapping on your cunt. Your hips automatically jerk at the feeling. Taehyung places his hands on your hips to keep you still while he’s eating you out.

He sucks on your clit before pushing his tongue into your pussy. He looks at you through his lashes, you are already looking at him. Having Taehyung in between your legs, eating you out makes you feel something indescribable but it’s a good thing. Taehyung looks at you intensely all while eating you out. His tongue sloppily laps on your pussy as he consumes you whole. He pulls away as he spreads your pussylips, finding your clit only to suck onto it again making you moan out a cry.

With one last suck, he pulls away completely. He gets up and leans into you to capture your lips into a deep, heated kiss. You could feel your taste with his in your mouth as his tongue dominates you. Your fingers play with his soft and fluffy hair, gripping it at some times.

“Sweetheart,” he rasps. “Does this mean you’re mine?”

“Only if you agree you’re mine, if yes then I’m all yours.”

“Fuck, I’m yours, sweetheart.”

You never thought the bathtub in your shared apartment would fit two people in it but you guess it’s because you never try getting in with another human so obviously you would’ve never thought.

You’ve lost track of the time and honestly, you would like to just pass out after the sex with Taehyung but he insists on cleaning up the two of you first so here you are, in the bathtub with Taehyung.

His hands massage your back and shoulder. The silence is not making it awkward but instead, it’s a peaceful silence, comfortable even, only the sound of water and the slow breathing of the two of you are audible.

“Do you know that Jimin has feelings for you?” Taehyung suddenly breaks the silence. His question catches you off guard.

“What do you mean?” You frown.

“You’re dumb.”

His dick is resting on your back so you push back to roll your arse on him. He had to put his hands on your hips to stop you. “You’re asking for more, sweetheart,” he grunts.

“Jimin likes you. That’s why he comes along with Jungkook to the bar,” he tells you.

“Well? I don’t like Jimin, so…” You shrug.

“You were about to kiss him. What about that, sweets?” He kisses your shoulder. “Were you trying to make me jealous?”

“Maybe,” you lean back on his chest. “But isn’t it fair for me to flirt with Jimin when you were there flirting with some random girl?”

“I wasn’t flirting,” he argues. “She’s the one who’s pressing her body on me.”

“Yet you didn’t push her away.”

“Because all my focus is on you.”

You giggle. Taehyung cups your jaw to turn you so that he can kiss you. His lips mould with yours in a slow and passionate kiss. The kiss doesn’t involve tongues, only the movements of the lips.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, baby.”

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ii. DECEPTION | JJK [M]

You are irreplaceable in his life, and so is he in yours.

Mayhap, it's time to change that. The moment he aimed his gun at your head, where the trigger could go off at any second; there, you immediately knew you are very much replaceable. So you take matters into your own hands; walk out of his life and away from him as soon as your work contract with him ended.

But Jungkook hates not having your presence near him, and who said you get to walk out his life just like that? You promised not to leave him.

So, why did you break the promise?

or

Plethora of deception.

PAIRING : Jungkook x Reader

GENRE : Dark Romance, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Drama, Action : Gang AU

RATING : Mature

DISCLAIMER : This story is a work of fiction. Description of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. Everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

WORD COUNT : 8.2k+

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AUTHOR NOTE :

💌 i’m back with deception chapter two anddd i was really overwhelmed by the amount of love lots of you were showing and giving for the first chapter ㅠㅠ sometimes it’s too overwhelming that i’m even afraid ugdhdhj. well that is for personal reason~

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proofread with grammarly and beta-read by @minnyoon

special mention for my minnie 💞 @minnyoon for helping me out from the v beginning with this chapter even while she’s busy (we r both dead busy) so im really grateful ㅠㅠ !!

WARNING : This chapter deals with description of violence and blackmailing.

DEDICATION : To my old self as you are the reason the story exists and to my present self as you have rewritten it.

    Certain actions could be justified.

    But Rika’s action couldn’t be justified in any way from Taehyung's point of view. 

    The ringing of your weak voice, your desperate voice - which he knew that you were on the verge of tearing up not out of sadness but rather out of frustration, confusion and even anger - always replayed in his head like a broken record. It’s troubling, tiring and served as a daily reminder to tell him that he had failed to protect you.

    He had failed you. 

    He was there to witness the heart-wrenching scene and yet he couldn’t do anything but to watch, as if it was a movie… except that it’s not scripted. It’s the reality. 

    But now, he’ll play the fucking movie however he liked.

    “Aunt Binna,” he smiled. “Pleasure seeing you.”

    Binna narrowed her eyes at Taehyung, the look of displeasure on her face was clear as day; the fake pleasantries irked her. He noticed and it only gave him satisfaction. 

    “Cut to the chase, Taehyung.” Edge lacing her voice. “Tell me everything you know.”

    Amused at how he got the older woman so worked up, he let out a breathy laugh. He doesn’t need Binna to express herself to know that she’s been on edge — He successfully made her on the edge since the phone call a few hours prior. 

    “Why don’t you come in first, Binna?” Taehyung arched his brow. “We’ll talk inside.”

    Binna’s eyes bounced between Taehyung and his apartment. After contemplating, and weighing out the pros and cons, she decided to step into his apartment. He gestured at the couch in the living room to tell her to settle down on it. Without any further ado, Binna sat on one of the couches.

    Taehyung humbled himself in a small studio apartment; oak wood grain tiles with porcelain white walls. His apartment was probably for a short stay, Binna thought. Taehyung has a massive bank account. This apartment was surely like a few dollars for him. Binna’s eyes then settled on a laptop that was placed on the glass marble coffee table. 

    It’s an audio file.

    But more importantly, the file’s name; it’s your name. 

    Binna wasn’t oblivious to the fact that you and Taehyung knew each other but the last time you had mentioned about Taehyung was months ago. She’s wondering if you knew about Taehyung’s whereabouts since he decided to be in this hideout. 

    Taehyung returned with a glass of water for the lady and settled down on the couch opposite of her. Binna looked at every move of his like a predator watching its prey’s movement. 

    Silly. She’s the prey, he’s the predator. 

    Taehyung was a wolf in sheep's clothing. All while he seemed harmless and approachable, he’s a true predator deep down. A dangerous person with a perfectly innocent facade as a masquerade. Don’t judge a book by its cover? Scratch that. Please do judge a book by its cover. 

    “What do you know about (Y/N)?” Binna demanded.  

    The sole reason why Binna’s here.

A few days prior. 

    The airport was busy and crowded like always - loud too. Be it night or morning, the airport here doesn’t seem to have ever been quiet and less crowded. People must be travelling often, huh? The blazing sun shone through the glass panes as if to brighten the lives of those within the glass windows.

    From the corner of your eyes, you could see the chuckling and giggling of overjoyed children. You smiled at that. It reminded you of your younger self when you first flew on a plane with Aunt Binna and Jungkook. 

    You were at the gate, waiting for your plane. Another Place by Bastille was playing on the left side of your earbuds, your right ear was left open to the surroundings to catch on the announcement. It’s been almost an hour of waiting and it was finally your cue to board the plane when the system made an announcement calling for passengers to board their specific plane. 

    “Take care, my dear.” Aunt Binna stood up with you. “I’ll miss you.” 

    Aunt’s hands moved to gently stroke the side of your head endearingly and pulled you into a hug. You let yourself bask in her embrace for the last time - since you didn’t plan on coming back any time soon. For the good, perhaps. 

    “I’ll miss you too, Aunt.” You whispered. “You too, take care.”

    Aunt Binna has been the mother figure for the past few years of your life. You couldn’t thank her enough. In fact, nothing could thank her enough. Through Aunt Binna you had a shelter, a place to call home. Through Aunt Binna you met Jungkook. She was your saviour and your beginning of a new life after your parents died. She was the reason you had found a purpose to live. 

    Aunt let out a hearty laugh but you could hear sobs bubbling up to her throat as she tried her best not to break down. Aunt Binna loved you as much as you loved her. She loved you and treated you like a daughter she never had. At first, Aunt disagreed and opposed your decision of being away from her, she’s vocal about it but it didn’t stop you from persuading and here you were, at the airport, ready to travel and step foot on a foreign ground of your choice. 

    “You’re not going to tell me where you’re going to live in the new country, dear?” Aunt asked - again.

    You wanted your departure to be a secret so that you could enjoy your trip without any disturbance. Knowing Aunt, she would most likely visit you or send you gifts if she were to know your address. It’s not that you hated it but for the first few weeks, you’d like to enjoy your own company. Aunt claimed that she’s going to be worried for you - Just like a mother worrying for her daughter when they’re travelling alone, especially in a foreign country - but you assured her. 

    “I’m really sorry, Aunt, but I can’t tell you. Not yet,” you took her hands in yours, slightly squeezing them. “When it’s time, I promise I’ll tell you but for now, just text me if you’re worried, okay?”

    “I’m going to be safe. Everything’s going to be just fine. Don’t worry too much,” you assured her with a soft smile which she mirrored with a rather sad smile. 

    “I trust you to take care of yourself.”

    “Of course.”

    You hummed as she engulfed you in yet another tight motherly hug. Aunt broke the hug when she felt her purse vibrating. She quickly fished out her phone and looked at the caller ID.

    “Who’s that?” You asked. 

    Aunt Binna stared hard at her phone before she shoved it back into her purse. “Work.”

    A tone of edginess laced her short answer making you tick a brow.

    “Why aren’t you picking it up?” You frowned. “Maybe it’s important.”

    “No, dear,” Aunt brushed it off. “Right now it’s about you.”

    Her phone rang again. She took it out again with the intention to turn off the device but you quickly stopped her. The caller ID. It’s the name you've heard lots of times when you were hanging out with Aunt.

    They mostly talked about Jungkook’s engagement. 

    You heard about the engagement - accidentally, while Aunt Binna was conversing with someone on the phone the other day and it went on to almost every day but you assume she didn’t expect you to know about it since she didn’t even make an effort to open this topic with you.

    Not that it bothered you.

    Knowing Jungkook, you wouldn’t be too surprised about this rushed engagement. Rika escaped once, Jungkook wouldn’t let it happen twice. He was a man of his words; he said he would marry Rika, he would. He didn’t chase after her during their college years for nothing. 

    “I think it’s better if you pick it up.” You tried to persuade. “See, it’s still ringing. It must be important.”

    Aunt took a quick glance at her ringing phone before nodding. “After you pass that gate, I’ll pick it up.”

    “It seems that almost everyone has boarded the plane. I’ll get going now.” You pecked her cheeks and grabbed your luggage, heading towards the gate. Sending one last goodbye to Aunt Binna once your passport was checked and the plane ticket was confirmed, you walked into the tunnel leading to air transport. 

    Once Binna was sure that you were out of the radar, she fished out her phone. It’s not the same number that had been calling her just now. It’s an unknown number. She left the call unanswered for the first time but the caller dialled her number again leaving her no option but to pick it up.

    The green button was pressed and the call was connected but Binna didn’t mutter a word and waited for the person on the other line to speak. 

    “Binna.”

    Her eyes widened and her mouth agape, shocked. She couldn’t believe her ears. This has to be a joke.

    “Does my voice shake you to the core to the point you’ve lost your ability to speak?” The voice goaded.

    “Who is this?” Binna spoke.     “Playing dumb now, aren’t we?” Laughter rang from the other end. “Must I remind you of my name?”     “I have no business with y–”     “Kim Taehyung.” He cut her off.     Binna hastily pulled the phone away from her ear but before she managed to end the call, Taehyung spoke with a voice dripping with malice.     “I wouldn’t end the call if I were you.” He reprimanded. “Be wise, Binna.”

    “What is it that you want?” She finally asked.     “What’s with the hostility?”     “Answer the question, Taehyung.”     Another deep chuckle rang from his side. “I’ll make this short for you.”

    “It’s about (Y/N).”

    It would be a lie if Binna said she didn’t come out of worry though she did come out of frustrating curiosity. You and Taehyung have never met - She made sure of it. You were busy with Jungkook. Even if you met Taehyung while with Jungkook, Binna was sure her son wouldn’t like it. Jungkook wasn’t very fond of the other guy. You and Taehyung stopped contacting each other after you signed Jungkook’s contract and after Taehyung flew to another country.     Taehyung assumed Binna had already seen the audio’s name hence without any other word he reached to his laptop and pressed the play button.     The audio he has been listening to.     The audio that haunted his nights.

    Taehyung didn’t forget to turn the volume higher. Binna would hear everything crystal clear.

    The audio started with an audible noise and rustles before a familiar voice resonated around the room.   

    “Rika..”

    Your voice.

Flashback.

    The mission was to stop Rika.     By hook or by crook.

    The adrenaline rush in your veins was indescribable as you sped up trying to chase after Rika’s car. The luck was on your side when you noticed the road was empty. Rika picked a shortcut to the other airport in which the road was not crowded and not many passersby. You knew she picked this lane in hopes of escaping without any obstacles but she didn’t weigh the pros and cons of taking this empty lane.     The pros were that she got to speed off without any hindrance and time-saving. The cons however were if she wasn’t careful enough, she was going to be caught by Jungkook and his men which was the current situation.     But instead of being chased by her fiance and his men, she was being chased by you.     Another factor as to why the road was empty has to be your subordinates. You were thankful for their efforts in getting your order done. You pressed the pedal harder in hopes to catch after Rika and surpassing her.     “Damn it! I should’ve come from the opposite lane.”

    You didn’t give up trying to surpass Rika but you have to take desperate measures to slow her car down. You reached out for your gun that was tucked at your back.

    Shooting the tyres would make her lose control.

    Jungkook wouldn’t like it if there was a scratch on his precious doll.

    “Fuck this.”

    You slid down the car’s window and pointed the gun towards Rika’s car.     One, 

    Two,

    Three bullets were launched at the car and just as you had expected; Rika slowed down the car due to shock. You took this chance to speed up, gun still aiming at the car.     Four,     Five bullets.     You managed to surpass her car. Pulling the gun back, you threw it to the seat next to you and gripped the steering wheel, turning it to the max, making a drift turn.     Stop her, by hook or crook.     Your car was made as a barrier to stop Rika from getting through. The only way for her to get past this car was to crash it.     You eyed her car that showed no hint of slowing down.     Rika’s car came to an abrupt halt a few metres from your car. You could hear the beating of your heart ringing in your ears. Rika jolted in her seat from the sudden press on the brake. You quickly threw yourself out of the car and ran towards Rika’s car.

    “Jungkook and his men are already on their way to you, (Y/N),” Jake, one of your subordinates, told you through the earpiece you had on. “I told him about Rika’s actual plan and he immediately got out of the airport. Don’t do anything rash, just hold her off for some time.”

    “Rika!”

    You should’ve known better than to approach someone who’s on a run unarmed.

    Rika stepped out of her car with a gun in her hand. She was trembling due to being inexperienced in handling and aiming a gun at someone or she was scared now that her plan was being messed up. Her expression was cold despite her shaking limbs. You tried to convince yourself it’s better that Rika ran away because she was forced and coerced to.

    At least it’s better than her running away of her own free will. 

    But you knew better than to think she was forced to. Jungkook put security around Rika as tight and secured as possible. There was no way for a threat to get in her way, if anything it would go to Jungkook instead.

    “Don’t move, (Y/N).” The gun was aimed at you. “I would shoot down anyone that tries to stop me.”

    Your heart dropped to your stomach.     “But I wouldn’t dare to shoot you…” Her cold mask faltered as she lowered the gun. “So please, don’t try to stop me…”

    The two of you hold each other’s gaze intensely. Regardless of anything, Rika was still the same person you knew. She was a sister to you and a friend. The same goes for Rika. You were the only person she could share her problems, cry on, laugh with in the so-called world of Jungkook; The dark, unforgiving and cruel world of his. To be hurting each other would be worse than death. 

    “Why?” You muttered. “Why must I let you go? Why are you running away?”

    You stared at her in hopes of getting an answer out of her but Rika remained silent so you continued.     “So that you can be with Jaehyun?”     Rika froze. “Wh– How… How did you know?” She tripped over her words. 

    Here she thought she had outwitted everyone but you figured. If you managed to figure it then Jungkook–

    “Jungkook doesn’t know.” You told her. “If that’s what worries you so much.”

    You let out a breathy laugh. Your nose was getting itchy from the building emotions. 

    “You can fool Jungkook but you can’t fool me. Do you think I don’t know who you keep on meeting behind his back? The texts? Not to mention the look you give Jungkook… It’s not as warm and loving as before.” 

    Rika’s face was blank but her eyes swam through many emotions.     “Do you know how hard and painful it is for me to see Jungkook blindly believe in your lies?”

    A lone tear fell from your eye. Call you emotional and sensitive but the image, the scene where Jungkook blindly accepted Rika’s fake affection and love tore you apart, every time. Jungkook loved Rika too much that he put all of his trust in her. He wore his heart on his sleeves for her. 

    “All he wanted was to love and to be loved.”

    A scoff left her lips. 

    “Then go replace me in his life, (Y/N)!” She screamed. “Take my place as his fucking possession. I don’t want to be his obsession, I want him to love me for who I truly am.”

    “What—” You were taken aback by her sudden outburst. “What are you talking about?”

    “That’s what you don’t know since all you ever cared for was Jungkook, in your eyes he’s that person who’s innocently and helplessly in love. News flash; he’s never in love with me.”

    “No, you’re lying…” You muttered under your breath. “You’re making things up to justify yourself. Jungkook is genuinely in love with you. I know…”

    “Why are you in denial, (Y/N)?”

     Denial? Are you?

    “I’m… I’m not.” You stammered. “You don’t know how hard things were for Jungkook. He tried his best to give you everything. You just happened to lose your feelings for him and are trying to make yourself the victim.”

    Your eyes desperately searched for Rika’s, pleading. She closed the distance between the two of you with the gun still aimed at you; finger on the trigger, ready to be pulled but mindless of where to shoot. 

    “Must I sacrifice my happiness for his sake, (Y/N)?” Her voice was soft, trying to reason with you. 

    “You love him…” 

    “I loved him. Past tense.” She corrected you. “I loved him but he never did. He’s obsessed with me and that’s not the relationship I wish to have.”

    “How do you know that Rika?”

    “I don’t need to justify anything, (Y/N).” 

    “Then, all you’ve said is your words against Jungkook and an excuse for your affair.”

    “You know nothing, (Y/N).” Rika scowled. 

    “Pray tell.”

    “I can’t.” She sighed defeatedly. “All I can say is that I’m not safe.”

    You frowned. “What do you mean?”

    Rika stayed silent. She thought she would be able to leave without telling a single soul about this but then it’s always you.

    “Why… Why didn’t you tell me?” Your voice was trembling. “I could’ve helped you…”     She never mentioned anything about not being safe nor have you noticed any discomfort and odd behaviour in her. But then again, this was Rika. 

    “How (Y/N)…?” Rika sorrowed. “The reason as to why I’m not safe is Jungkook. My life is in danger.”

    What?

    “Jungkook cherished me, showered me with affection so that he’s able to obtain my full trust only to use me for his own advantages. I’m being played like a fiddle - like a piece of chess on his fucking board not knowing I’ve been living a life full of risk.” Her face was dreadful. “Tell me, (Y/N)… You know so many things about Jungkook and his dark world,”

    “Did you know about this as well? Did you know he was only using me? Are you just like him? All the memories we shared, the affection and love you showed, the sweet words–” She paused, sob bubbling in her throat. “Was it all fake too? An act to gain my trust?”

    Shocked would be an understatement. You never knew. Not a thing. Has Rika been in a relationship that she knew would be the end of her? You were genuine with your feelings for Rika. Your every action towards her never had any hidden meaning nor double meaning. You have no reason whatsoever to manipulate her but then again, this wasn’t about you. It’s Jungkook.     “When did you find out about this, Rika?”

    “Is that important right now, (Y/N)?”

    You looked over at her desperately. “It is.”

    How could she find out about this when all the underworld business has never been discussed in the very house where Rika and Jungkook lived in. Jungkook was a careful man, you knew it all too well that he would never open his mouth on his plan in the house - even over a phone call. 

    So there must be someone within Jungkook’s organisation that has betrayed him. 

    But there were just no motives for Jungkook to be targeting Rika when he was madly in love with her since his college years. If all of it was an act then he deserved an award for it. 

    Fuck, this wasn’t even the matter anymore. Rika’s life was in danger and you’re trapped between letting her go or bringing her back to Jungkook. You wished you wouldn’t even consider the latter but you were, after all, Jungkook’s right-hand woman - you worked for this man. 

    “I can’t tell you.” Rika exhaled. “But please, let me go…”

    “What are you hiding, Rika?” You didn’t miss a beat. 

    Rika pursued her lips into a thin line. You felt sorry for her - You truly did but you’re in deep water. Politically correct, you were to let Rika go but what if her words were all made up and by means to camouflage her affair. After all, she didn’t expose the informant - even refused. Another part of you believed Rika; blaming it on the strong bond the two of you shared but nothing could be stronger than the bond you and Jungkook shared. 

    ‘This is a mess,’ you thought. 

    “On his way,” Jake told you. “Keep holding her off.”

    “Let’s settle this in the nicest way possible and wouldn’t harm any of us, Rika.” You began. Hell, this has to be the stupidest decision you’ve ever made. “Forget about running away.”

    “Do you think I’ll walk into the lion’s den blindly, (Y/N)?”

    “Is Jaehyun worth it, Rika?” Rika didn’t miss a beat to nod quickly. 

    There you noticed. She was head over heels for Jaehyun but that’s not stopping you. 

    “Do you think Jungkook would sit back and chill after you ran away?” You asked. “You yourself said that he’s obsessed with you. What makes you think that running away would make it any better. Jungkook likes the chase, Rika. It excites him.”

    “Unless you’re lying about Jungkook and to cover up your affair.” You shrugged. 

    “Don’t play reverse psychology on me, (Y/N).” Rika snarled. “You’re not in my shoes, you don’t get to say that. I’m trying to change my fate.”

    Killing the distance between the two of you, you spoke again, now a tad bit softly. “Stop it, Rika. It’ll be worse if you run away, trust me.” You tried to lower down her gun.

    “Go back to Jungkook. There must’ve been a misunderstanding.”

    It triggered her. Rika shook off your hand on her and pushed the mouth of the gun to the middle of your forehead. 

    “What misunderstanding, (Y/N)!?” She screamed. “You don’t understand. You don’t know what it feels like to be manipulated and to be used for someone’s sick little game. My life is on the fucking line. I would run across the world if that's what it takes to run away from him rather than to just succumb to fate and die pathetically.”

    Tears were pooling in her beautiful eyes. Tears of frustration, anger and fear all mixed up. Every day you dealt with criminal organisations, your identity as Jungkook’s right-hand woman was known. Every day you live in fear too. Fear of dying. You’re in a field where it’s male-dominated. Can you blame Rika for being scared? Of course not.

    You were once like that but you had someone who fought for your life. 

    Rika was played and betrayed by a man she once trusted.

    Her ‘someone’ is Jaehyun. Someone who was fighting for her life was Jaehyun. 

    “Like it or not, I will leave.” Fire of determination danced in her eyes. 

    “(Y/N)?” Jake called you over the earpiece. “If you can hear this, Jungkook is near.”

    “You too, (Y/N).” Rika began again. “Leave him.”

    Rika always had her way to make it seem like everything around you disappeared. It’s one of her talents - her words, not yours. And right now, she was making use of the said talent. She held intense eye contact with you. Pleading. 

    “Leave him and live a normal life. Isn’t that what we both wanted so badly?”

    To live a normal life. 

    “This is your only chance to run.”

    Never be too absorbed in your thoughts… was what you always told yourself. The mouth of the gun was no longer touching your skin. The beautiful and tall figure was no longer in front of you. 

    Rika was standing at the door of your car. 

    “Rika—”

    You were about to run to her but she immediately pulled her gun again. 

    “I don’t care whether you’re still on Jungkook’s side but I’m still going to offer you this. After all, we shared so many things together. I can’t lie to myself and say that I hate you when I don’t.”

    She inhaled a good amount of oxygen before she spoke. 

    “Run away with me—”

    “Or live a life of hell with Jungkook after you leave.” You finished. “And that is my choice, Rika.”

    She appeared shocked by your decision but another part of her saw this coming. You have been attached at the hip with Jungkook since the two of you were just kids. But that doesn’t mean she wanted to see you live a life of hell with Jungkook. Rika lowered her gun and her eyes softened. 

    “Come and run away with me, (Y/N). Get away from that man.” She spoke ever so softly. “Jungkook will torture you or worse, kill you for failing to stop me.”

    Fail huh. Fail…

    You stared into Rika’s orbs. She’s just as desperate as you were; She was desperate to take you with her and run away together while you were desperate to make the right decision. Her offer showed that she still loved you and concerned for you but were you stupid to think that you would receive less of Jungkook’s wrath because of the strong bond the two of you shared?

    “Answer me, Rika…” Your voice trailed off. Rika looked up at you hopefully. 

   “Do you truly love Jaehyun?” You asked. 

    “Definitely…” She answered swiftly. Her gaze was soft at the mention of Jaehyun - likewise - but the look didn’t stay for too long when she averted her gaze to the road behind you. All the colours drained from her face, you could see her eyes dilated out of dread and there you knew.

    Your time was up. It’s time to make a decision. 

    It’s Jungkook; His car followed by his men’s cars were heading in the direction of the two of you. 

    “Go, Rika.” You breathed. 

    You wished you knew what drove you to make that decision. 

    “What—”

    “Take my car and go!” You repeated with slight urgency in your voice. “Jungkook’s car is coming at a high speed. Take my car right now and drive to wherever you were planning to.”

    Rika’s eyes bounced between you and a bunch of cars coming their way, clearly baffled at your decision. She tried to pull your forearm but you quickly backed away. 

    “I can’t leave Jungkook.” You muttered, head lowered. “I grew up half of my life being by his side. Leaving him is the last thing on earth I would do.”

    “But Jungkook will—!”

    “I’ll deal with Jungkook.” You cut her off. “But this will be the last time, Rika. Jungkook will eventually find you, with or without my assistance. I’m merely buying you time.”

    The sound of the cars’ engines was nearing you and your heartbeat was becoming clearer in your ears. You could see that Rika wanted to protest but before she had the chance to, you ordered sternly. 

    “Get in the car now!”

    Rika knew from the tone of your voice that you wouldn’t listen to any of her protests so she quickly got into your car and started the engine. 

    If Jungkook got here before Rika could even leave, he’ll do everything within his capabilities to stop her. 

    “Take care.” 

    You both mouthed the phrase surprisingly at the same time. You sent her a warm smile as a farewell message but Rika couldn’t return the smile with the same amount of warmth. Her face was painted with a sad smile. She couldn’t give you a warm smile because it’s like a mockery of you and herself. 

    You were sacrificing yourself for the sake of Rika. 

    As soon as Jungkook got alerted by your subordinate, he wasted no time as he got out of the airport. It’s safe to say he may have bumped into some people and caused them to fall to the ground but he didn’t have the time to help. 

    He sped off the empty road to get to your location. He assumed it was your order to get the road closed down. 

    But maybe he was too late.

    He saw your car speed off from your location but you were still there. The car Rika had used previously was abandoned. She took your car and left. 

    Why weren’t you stopping her?

    Rage and anger took over his body. He finally arrived at your location and immediately got out. He strode to you with big and long steps. 

   You heard cars coming in your way, you knew it was Jungkook. You inhaled a good amount of oxygen as you closed your eyes, ready to face his wrath. The view of your car being driven further and further was what you saw once you opened your eyes again.

    Courage and braveness were what you needed right now but you couldn’t afford to have them.

    You felt an object being pushed to the back of your head, enough to command you to turn around. Once you were sure your car with Rika in it was out of your sight, only then did you turn and faced Jungkook.

    The object you felt at the back of your head was a gun, Jungkook’s gun.

    The mouth of the gun was now a few inches from your forehead. You summoned leftover courage you had - you prayed to have - and spoke with a surprisingly clear voice, contrasting your trembling hands. 

    “I’m sorry, I was careless to let her escape.”

    The trigger goes off. 

    The loud sound emitted from the gun filled the silent air. He pulled the trigger. Your first instinct was to check if there were any holes on your body but you realised you still had the energy to stand.

    The bullet hit Rika’s car. Thankfully the car was bulletproof - it was Jungkook’s car after all - the body was slightly dented and scratched. 

    Everyone that was present in the scene knew well that Jungkook would never pull the trigger on any of his comrades. 

    Loyal comrades. 

    His brown eyes were filled with pure, unadulterated anger. He didn’t utter a word since he came, only his gun spoke for him. They said, ‘actions speak louder than words’ and they weren’t wrong. His action of pulling the trigger after aiming it at the back of your head was a threat. 

    Death threat. 

    “Therefore, I assume you already have a plan for fixing this mess.”

    The clipped tone of his voice pushed you to the edge. It’s the tone you were so familiar with because this specific tone was used by Jungkook to show that there’s no negotiation.

    Seal the deal with the devil or death. 

    Never have Jungkook used that tone on you but you assumed now he had the reason to. You chose this path so don’t be a bitch. 

    “I will find Rika and bring her back,” you promised, determination in your eyes. 

    But nothing could ever prepare you for the next blow. 

    “You let her escape just now.”

    It didn’t take a fool to understand what Jungkook meant. The trust he had in you was gone - in a blink of an eye. Trust took years to be built and seconds to be destroyed, it had finally happened to you. 

    “Your words are nothing but empty words because of your previous action.”

    Call you sensitive or anything along the line but your eyes were getting glossy and your nose was tingling from the buildup of emotions. Jungkook was a man who was not fond of long sentences. He kept his words and purpose in one compact sentence. Less is more. His words affected you more than anyone could ever. 

    “Are you working for someone else?” His question caught you off guard. Your head immediately shot up and eyes searched for his own pair.

    “Or,” he paused. “It’s your own plan?”

    A deep voice immediately intervened. “Jungkook, she’s your friend. Why would she—”

   “Shut the fuck up, Taehyung.” He seethed. “Do not interfere.”

    You could see from your peripheral vision that Taehyung was itching to do the opposite of Jungkook’s order but managed to restrain himself. 

    “I’ve heard the talks from other people saying you’re insanely in love with me.” He was mocking you. 

    “You don’t listen to baseless rumours.” You couldn’t help but differ. 

    “Oh, I don’t but the amount of ‘mistakes’ you’ve made today drives me to the conclusion that you planned all this to happen. The rumours happened to be an alibi for my conclusion.”

    “What if you forced Rika to run away from me? What if you threatened her to run away?” He continued. 

    “You don’t consider hypothetical situations.” You wished you had just bitten the bullet instead of running your mouth begging for a death wish. 

    “I don’t. So, let’s reconstruct the sentence, hmm?” Jungkook stepped closer to you. You fought every dangerous instinct in your body to step back from the devil in front of you. “I know you forced Rika to run away from me. I know you manipulated her into running away.” 

    Taehyung was ready to march to the two of you but before he could even take a step, Jungkook quickly glared at him and that was enough to keep him in place. 

    “You’ve lost my trust.”

    You didn’t say anything. Would there be any use if you say a word in the form to defend yourself? No.

    “Might as well kill you.”

    Words cut deeper than knives. 

    “Jeon Jungkook!” Taehyung growled. His feet were ready to march up to the younger but he was held back by Jungkook’s men. 

    “Fucking hell,” he grunted, trying to escape the men’s grasp. “Let me go, you arseholes!” A string of cusses was thrown at Jungkook but it fell on deaf ears. 

    Jungkook was the only man you had loved since a young age. The man you had taken good care of openly or behind the shadows. The only man you had given everything to bring forth the happiness in him. The only man you’ve given all your trust to and the only man to stand by your side till this day. 

    But,

    Jungkook, a few minutes ago, had already turned his back on you. The only man was the same man who accused you of trying to destroy his happiness when in fact you would run across the globe if it meant to find and bring his happiness. 

    The same man was now aiming the gun at your head.

    Determined to wipe off your entire existence like you never existed. 

    It took everything in you not to break down at this moment, in front of him. You mustered up every leftover courage in your body to seal your deal. 

    “I promise I will find her and bring her back. Give me 7 months and if I fail, any form of punishment,”

    Taehyung screamed your name but you ignored it. 

    What was the meaning of living if Jungkook loathed your entire existence? You wished your life didn't revolve around Jungkook but unfortunately it did. 

    “…even if it means death, is my payment.”

    You sealed your deal with the devil with a smile. 

    Taehyung was still trying to fight off Jungkook’s men, if he could he would drag you and run away. To hell with everyone. Jungkook looked at you, his face short of emotions but you painted your face with various emotions, he could see it, always. 

    “7 months,” Jungkook repeated. “If Rika isn’t by my side by that time, brace yourself because there’s no daylight after.”

    No daylight after. 

    “Taehyung,” he called out. “Our contract ended today.”

    With that Jungkook pulled back his gun and tucked it back into its place. A single tilt from him was all it took for his men to scurry to action. The door of his car was opened and he immediately got in. In a blink of an eye, he was gone. The road was empty again.

    Just you and Taehyung. 

    Silence was the only language on the empty road. Your head was hung low and only then did Taehyung realise how hard you were gripping your clothes. Perhaps— no… Definitely, out of fear. You were trembling. You looked very vulnerable that Taehyung would be afraid to even move and made even the slightest sound. 

    Taehyung knew how much Jungkook meant to you. He hated to admit it but your world was Jungkook. He wasn’t oblivious to the fact that you loved Jungkook too, more than a simple childhood sweetheart. But just as Jungkook had claimed that you’ve lost his trust, Jungkook, too, had lost your trust. 

    The two of you lost each other’s trust. 

    Does Taehyung pity Jungkook? No.

    To hell with him. 

    While Jungkook had lost your trust, he only lost that. 

    While you had lost his trust, you had also lost your freedom. 

    Freedom. Taehyung gained that. Yours and Taehyung’s contracts were supposed to end today but 

    But what’s the point of being free…

    What’s the point of gaining freedom when his plan was to be free with you. 

    Yours and Taehyung’s contracts were supposed to end today. Today was the day he and you have been waiting for but instead of happy noises, a lively mood and a pretty smile on your face, he got to witness you at your lowest. 

    You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding but you failed to contain the broken sobs. Your exhale came along with a string of broken sobs. Tears were streaming down your face. This has to be the hardest you’ve cried. Taehyung saw you were trying your best to fight the cries but at each attempt, it only got worse to the point you had to slap a hand over your mouth - trying to suppress your noise.

    It hurt.

    The pain in your chest was indescribable. You wished there was a word to describe what you’re feeling but there’s nothing. No words could describe your pain 

    The strength you had previously flown out of your body in a flash as your legs gave up - failed to support your weight anymore. You were short of breath too and your eyelashes were wet from your tears. Cheeks moistened with tears. He saw it all. 

    And it would be engraved in his mind forever.

    It hurt.

    It pained him to see you crying so hard. 

    It killed him knowing that he could not take away your pain. 

    You rushingly wiped away the overflowing tears but much to your dismay they kept on coming out. Taehyung reached out for you, arms circling your fragile figure. You unravel yourself wholly in his warmth. The soothing gestures made their way to your back as he tried to calm you down. He whispered in your ears to control your breathing, to regulate your breathing. You followed his instructions with a tad bit of difficulty. In the process, you let your mind wander how things have taken a 360-degree turn. 

    It’s your fault.

    You betrayed him. 

    Traitor. 

    Eyes closed as you tried to shut down those thoughts. As if sensing your line of thinking, Taehyung brought his hands to cradle your cheek. You met with his pair of eyes that were deep in worry. 

    “I’m sorry,” you began with a soft voice. 

    Taehyung frowned. “For what?”

    “For delaying you.” His frown grew deeper so you continued. “Your contract ended…—”

    “So what? Even if the contract ended, I still haven’t gotten my freedom because my freedom is your freedom.” His warm hands moved to cup your tear-stained cheeks. Your orbs reflected so many emotions you were feeling. “I’ll help you find Rika.”

    With a shake of your head, you spoke. “No, Taehyung.”

    “I’ll take care of this on my own.”

    The audio ended. 

    A moment of silence. Only the sound of each of their steady breathing filled the space. It was supposed to be nothing new for Taehyung to be hearing this audio since he heard this every day as it haunted him badly but every time he listened to this audio, it always felt like the first time. The emotions that came during and after hearing the audio, it’s still the same as the first time - Even when he could reenact the whole scene to a T. 

    Taehyung let Binna process what she had just heard. He could see the shock on her wrinkled face although she tried to mask it off with a stoic face. She cleared her throat and stared at her lap. Truthfully, she has no word for what she had heard. She’s on the line of choosing sides; you or her son. 

    It all made sense now. 

    The day Binna had invited you was the day your contract ended. There was something wrong with you that day, she realised, but foolishly she had decided to brush it off - afraid that she might be too annoying. 

    The ‘important work’ you and Jungkook had claimed all along was to find Rika. The excuse of keeping you in his house due to ‘important work’ was a camouflage to cover up the deadly deal you had with Jungkook. All along you were living with a constant reminder that if you failed, you'd die. 

    Die in the hands of someone you trusted very much.

    Die in the hands of someone you love wholeheartedly. 

    Die in the hands of the person who’s constant in your life. 

    Die in the hands of the person who you thought would never hurt you. 

    Binna inhaled a deep amount of air before finally speaking. 

    “Where did you get this audio?” 

    “(Y/N).” Taehyung moistened his lips as he clasped his hands. “She always has a micro audio recorder with her. Probably Jungkook’s habit got rubbed off on her.”

    “How exactly then did you get this audio?” 

    “The night after Rika had escaped, (Y/N) was about to destroy the recorder for all the good and bad reasons. This audio holds so many secrets so she needed to destroy it.” He paused momentarily. “The moment she tried to destroy it, I walked in on her. Back then, I didn’t know what the recorder was all about so I offered to destroy whatever she was trying but she kept on denying it. Jungkook walked in on the two of us and to avoid being more suspicious and ignited his hate on her even more, she handed over the recorder to me.”

    Taehyung glanced at the audio on the laptop screen. “But as you see, I didn’t destroy it.”

    Binna’s face was painted with a frown but she nodded nevertheless at his explanation. It was then the realisation hit her like a rock. Looking over at the young man, her hunch was right.

    Taehyung was smirking. 

    “And you didn’t tell Jungkook about this.” Binna scowled. 

    “Unnecessary.” He said coolly. “If I tell him the truth, today would be different, yeah? 7 months ago Jungkook revealed his true colour and it’s better that way than for (Y/N). At least now she knows that Jungkook sees her as nothing more than a person he could easily discard.”

    “Not even a friend.” His voice was dripping with resentment. 

    The defined jaw of his was clenched, hard. The way Jungkook ridiculed your feelings for him in front of his men, accusing you of something you didn’t even do, blaming you for something that was caused by his own carelessness, as if you’re a joke, would forever remind him that Jungkook does not deserve to hear the truth. As if the truth would even change anything. Even if Jungkook spewed out those words out of unadulterated anger, it still doesn’t excuse anything.

    When one’s in the heat of anger, one’s bound to say things one didn’t mean but has thought of it.

    Therefore, Jungkook didn’t just lose his trust 7 months ago - worse, he probably had doubted you even way before. 

    “Jungkook made a wise decision to let (Y/N) go.” Taehyung let out a derisive laugh. “She deserves to be free from a man like him.”

    Binna was silent the whole time he was speaking. Truth be told, she knew she had no better argument to defend her son - at least not after the audio she just heard. One thing she prided herself on was her unbiased judgment. 

    “But you see, unlike (Y/N), I’m very vindictive and vengeful.” His face darkened. “While my (Y/N) lets Jungkook’s and Rika’s actions slip away, I don’t do that.”

    “If (Y/N) doesn’t want revenge then so be it.” Binna raised her voice. Taehyung was being unreasonable. “You have no say in this situation.”

    “It’s you who doesn’t.” He didn’t miss a beat. “While your son was threatening her, you weren’t there. Hell, I’ve been too kind to even let you know about this. I watched every second of my loved ones sealing a deal that could lead to her death if things were to go wrong. You don’t have the right to tell me that I have no say in this matter because I have every damn say in this.”

    “Do you ever wonder why she didn’t take her revenge?” Binna questioned but she didn't wait for his answer. “She doesn’t want them to suffer and you know it damn well. She’s living a better life now.”

    “Oh, the things she did to live the better life you said.” Taehyung bitterly laughed. He knew what you did to find Rika. You even went as far as pushing your own limits just to satisfy Jungkook. 

    “I don’t need your unsolicited advice on this matter, Binna.”

    “And (Y/N) does not need your nose sticking into her business.” She didn’t relent. 

    That seemed to trigger him in a way and Binna smirked at that. But Taehyung didn't let her taste the victory all too long as he regained his composure. 

    “What she doesn’t know, won’t hurt her.”

    “She’ll know when I tell her.” She knew she had the upper hand now. “Pray tell, Taehyung, who do you think (Y/N) will hate more in this case? Jungkook whom she probably had already gotten over with or you who’s about to go behind her back and harm someone in the name of protecting her?”

    Silly Binna, he thought. 

    “Binna, Binna,” he tsked. The said woman only stared at him. “So smart for your age.”

    It boosted her ego but Taehyung was fast to humble her. 

    “But so naive.” He chuckled. “You think you got the upper hand, yeah?” 

    Taehyung stood up from his seat. “You, Binna, are no one but the mother of a guy that had threatened her life.”

    “Pray tell, Binna,” he mocked her. “Why do you think she left the country? You don’t even know where she is because she didn’t tell you anything. Why didn’t she tell you anything? Because she doesn’t want anything to do with the Jeon’s anymore.”

    He’s lying. You’re not trying to cut ties. If you were to, then you wouldn’t have given out promising words to her, you wouldn’t have come to her house first thing first after your contract with Jungkook ended. 

    Binna’s right eye was twitching uncontrollably which means she was very damn pissed off. “Nobody knows her whereabouts, don’t bluff, Taehyung.”

    “You thought.” Taehyung was amused. 

    Binna also stood from her seat except she killed the distance between them as her feet made their way to stand tall - only a few metres separating them - in front of him. 

    “If you think you’re winning right now then you better think twice, Taehyung.” The corner of her lips was lifted upwards as a condescending smirk made its way to her face. 

    “Because,” her head tilted to the side with palm on her cheek, lips puckered in a way to mock the man. “Should I remind you again of how the plan behind Rika’s escape was all planned by you? That you were the mastermind?”

    Binna squared her shoulders and jutted her chin up. “I assume (Y/N) doesn’t know about this, that’s why you still have the privilege of being by her side.”

    Binna feigned innocence and shock as she gasped, fingers over her mouth that had fallen agape. 

    “But what if the cat got out of the bag?” 

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; MARKED | JJK [M]

missions suck but you suck better.

pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : smut, porn with little plot, pwp, spy/agent au

rating : mature

disclaimer : this story is a work of fiction. description of the bts members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

word count : 2k+

warnings: mention of child trafficking, lots of kissing (jk and reader literally eating each others faces out), biting, groping, ass and boobies fondling (🫶🏻 bcs jk is an arse enthusiast i just know), dom jk, sub reader, big dicc jk, blowjob, face fucking, spanking, throat fuck, marking as in carving on skin with knife (jk does it on reader's thigh. dubious consent — if this bothers you, pls do not read this), blood (bloody thigh), cum eating. grammatical errors are bound to be found.

note : IM not SORRY FOR THE SYNOPSIS 🗽 after approximately 2 months of disappearance, im here again with a filth smut 🥰 🥰 ha ha.. i’ll post a oneshot sometime soon🤞🏻 i put deception on hold bcs i cant write it now lol it was supposed to be out by early june like i’ve said but things happened 👍 anyway, here’s a short smut in collaboration with @zyphqr aka my concept supplier 👍

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💌 what is winter listening to? ; Taki Taki by DJ Snake (with Cardi B, Selena Gomez & Ozuna)

Jeon Jungkook is an undercover agent and is now on a mission to hunt down the leader of a criminal organisation. His headquarters recently found out about the organisation’s malicious activity which involves child trafficking so Jungkook and his team have been tracking the criminal’s locations as well as their activities.

Jungkook is an excellent agent, you could say.

He always has his own way to bring down his target and this leader is no exception.

He’s at the bar where his target made his deals and transactions according to the investigation reports. The bar isn’t crowded with people which makes it a tad bit hard to be subtle since he’s alone and it’s hard to distract the criminals.

So, in order to blend in with the surroundings - and for his own fun - he needs to find himself a companion to kill some time with while waiting for the chance to catch them.

He settles down on a not-very-obvious spot to keep a close eye on the leader and orders himself a glass of champagne. Taki Taki by DJ Snake starts to play, filling the whole bar with the upbeat music.

His eyes that are always scanning his surroundings land on the dance floor and on you.

Your body's a body to die for; enough flesh at the right places, curves all in the right places. Hips swaying to the beat oh so perfectly. Jungkook knows his gaze isn’t the only one on you. The men around you are lusting over you as much as he is. Your hands teasingly slither around your body and through your hair.

He brings the rim of the glass to his lips without breaking his gaze on your figure, sipping the champagne. As the song progresses, your movements are getting wilder and sexier that he couldn’t help but to stride towards you.

You’re a magnet. Pulling everyone’s attention to yourself.

Jungkook is quick to place his hands on you - shamelessly. His arms did not hesitate to slide around your waist. He knows you are aware of his presence when you press your arse back to his front. He smirks at that.

You reek of alcohol, he could smell it but he takes it as you are sober enough to send over a daring look to him. Your eyes are definitely not ones that are drunk or tipsy. Your gaze is sharp, dare he says, you are challenging him even.

Challenging what? He has no idea but he’s up for it either way.

His calloused hands find their way to your hips and move it to the beat of the song, grinding your arse over his clothed bulge even more. You let him, of course. You let him lead your movements as your head falls on his chiselled chest. His building bulge on your arse only ignites the lust in your veins even more and it seems like he is no different. His control over your body is getting harder and rougher.

Fuck, it only fuels your sex drive.

It’s only grinding on a hard-on, you are no stranger to this but hell, it made you wet. You want to blame it on the alcohol but your alcohol tolerance is high as you could imagine thanks to years into your career.

So it’s definitely not the alcohol to blame.

Even having a sweet distraction, Jungkook is always aware of his surroundings and he definitely didn’t miss when his target made quick steps into the hallway. The target walks to the hallway leading to private rooms with a familiar face. Their client for tonight, from what he had seen in the report. Sensing as if he’s distracted, you stroke his hardness. The sound that left his lips dampens your panties even more.

“You’re a distraction,” he whispers in your ear.

You squeeze his clothed dick. “Push me away then.”

Fuck, you don’t want him to push you away, not when his bulge is grinding on your arse so deliriously.

“I’d rather fuck you out of my system first, love.”

With that Jungkook pulls you out of the dance floor to the hallway. The target is doing his business in one of the private rooms and no signal is given from Jungkook’s team to attack him just yet.

One, two, three bulky men guarding the door.

“Have fun, Jeon.” One of his teammates tells him through the earpiece. “We’ll leave this to you now.”

A smirk crawls its way to his lips at the free command. He looks down at you who’s glued to his side, already looking at him with pleading eyes. Without hesitation, he pushes you to the nearest wall and his lips crash onto yours. Your lips are just like how he had imagined them.

Soft and sweet.

Tastes like fucking sin.

He would kiss you all day but he can’t so he kisses you like there’s no tomorrow instead. He kisses you fervently and you try to match the intensity.

“Fucking hell,” he growls into your mouth. Your moans and whimpers, all, are swallowed by him as he continues to deepen the kiss.

Hands on his sturdy chest, you push back to gasp for dear air but Jungkook has you under his mercy - or the lack thereof - hence his hand roughly grips your hair, tugging at your scalp and places your lips where they are supposed to be; on his.

His tongue works its way to lick and nibble on your lower lip, trying to pry your mouth open for entrance. Hot, minty breath hits your face as if your body isn’t already feeling hot because of the man. Feeling a bit too feisty, your teeth catch his lower lip, biting it and drawing blood. He grunts out a curse.

But much to your surprise - and maybe a tad bit of dismay - he doesn’t pull back, instead, he takes it as an opportunity and invitation to slip his tongue inside of your warm mouth. His tongue vigorously explores your mouth until you are left with no room for tongue fighting for dominance - not like there are any before. He takes away your breath with just a kiss.

Fuck it, that’s far from a kiss. You’d call it devouring.

Jungkook doesn't do kisses.

He devours.

His hands leave your hair and down to trail your spine and finally rest on your arse. He takes his time fondling your fleshy keister that he had been eyeing for since he first laid eyes on you. Your arse fits perfectly in his palm like a perfect mould. Pulling his tongue out, a string of saliva follows suit. Jungkook takes his time to admire your fucked out face - merely from a kiss.

“I’m barely starting and you look like you’re ready to back out once I let go of you, love.” He taunts.

You glare at him through half-lidded eyes. If he is distracted, he would’ve missed it but he doesn’t. Your reaction only spurs his lust for you. You don’t even notice your dress is riding up, leaving your arse exposed. His calloused hands grip roughly on your bum.

Your glare doesn’t last long nor did you have the chance to bite back any remarks, not when his hands spread your arse cheeks and a slap is pressed on the right side of your bum.

A gasp leaves your throat.

He chuckles darkly. “This arse,” Spank. “Has been asking,” Spank. “To be imprinted red.” Spank.

He lands one final blow before his hands creep up to cup your clothed tits. He fondles them slowly and softly, eyes never leaving your breasts.

All while it lasts, his softness, before he pulls down your dress’s bodice rather roughly.

He immediately attaches his lips to one of your perky tits, lapping around the areola and your pebbled nipple. He distributes enough attention to your tits as his fingers play with your untouched boob. Simultaneously, he pinches your nipple and biting down the other, forcing out a cry and a string of curses to spill from your lips.

His soft lips pull away from your flesh, leaving a trail of wet kisses until he reaches your jaw and finally connects back to your lips for a kiss. You can feel his hard-on pressing on your abdomen and fuck if it doesn’t make you shiver just by feeling the enormous bulge.

Your hand makes its way to palm on his clothed hardness with an up and down motion. Your hand is getting bolder at each stroke over his dick. In a hasty movement, Jungkook pulls away from your lips and shoves you down on your knees, eye level to his crotch. His half-lidded eyes are dark with lust.

“Looks so good on your knees,” he praises. “At my mercy.”

He cups your chin, raising your gaze up from drooling over his bulge. “Want to fuck this pretty face, hmm?” Thumb sliding in your mouth as he presses it on your tongue, prying your mouth to open wide and slide out. “Will you let me fuck your mouth?”

“Fuck, yes.” You don’t miss a beat to give him full control and consent over your body, to ruin you, overall.

A growl reverberated in his chest at your eagerness. “So desperate for a cock, huh?”

“Your cock.” That seems to do wonders on him as a possessive glint swims in his eyes.

Jungkook is fast to undo his pants and free his throbbing member. His dick is massive, you wonder if it will fit your mouth. Veins are prominent around his thick length which makes you drool at the sight. Your hands reach to feel his angry red tip that is leaking with precum but he is quick to stop you.

“Hands behind, love.” He commands.

You do as he says.

He grazes his thumb on your bottom lip before cradling your cheek ever so softly. He tucks away a few strands of your hair that falls out of place. It’s weird how this man in front of you can be so loving and soft but in another moment;

He’s the beast.

Jungkook doesn’t waste the time plunging his thick length into your hot, velvety mouth. The sound that escapes his throat leaves your core gushing wet as he bottoms up, balls deep inside your mouth. You try to ignore your gag reflex - it would be good if he could fuck your gag reflex away too - as you take him whole, pressing your face further until your nose hits his pubic hair.

You can feel him deep in your mouth down to your throat. He keeps your head in place, his cock buried deep inside to the back of your throat. Your tongue swirls around the huge length.

Praises spill from his lips. “Fuck, taking my cock like a good girl, yeah?”

You moan in response. The vibration that follows elicits a deep moan from Jungkook. He pulls out of your heat only for the tip of his length to stay inside before he immediately pushes in everything. It becomes a repetitive cycle as he fucks your throat hard.

He grabs your head, controlling your movements like you’re nothing but a cocksleeve combining it all together with his hips thrusting into your heat.

“Gonna cum in this hot mouth,” he moans, looking at you through half-lidded eyes.

After a few slow but hard thrusts, he finishes in your mouth. His hot loads fill your senses as you try to take in everything he gives, like the good girl you are. You end up sucking him off, heads bobbing up and down to milk him dry. You wipe the cum that had slipped out from the corner of your mouth with your thumb, bringing it to the tip of your tongue.

Jungkook pulls you in for yet another kiss and just like before, you’re an utter goner.

He tastes himself on you as his tongue delves into your mouth. His hand brushes through your hair and sits still at the back of your neck to keep you in place.

A cry of pain escapes your throat when you feel a sharp object cut into the skin of your exposed thigh. You pull back - at least you tried to - but your effort is worse than futile. Jungkook sets an iron grip at the back of your neck just to keep you from pushing him away, all while he carves at the expense of your skin.

You bite down his lip until you feel the metallic taste on your tongue.

He pulls away, freeing you from his grip, but his expression is definitely not the one you thought he would be wearing after being bitten until his lip draws blood.

He is smirking.

His tongue licks the wound you left on his lip. Your gaze drops down to your bloody thigh, the one that he had carved his fucking initials on.

“It’s fun hanging out with you, love, but time’s up.”

He turns on his heels. “I’d love to fuck your pussy but I need to take your boss down first.”

Fucking, hell…

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; ETERNAL REST | JJK

“Sleep well and forever, my love. As you have slumbered to your eternal rest.”

pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : angst, yandere, royalty au, kingdom au

rating : pg-13

disclaimer : this story is a work of fiction. description of the bts members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

warnings : this story deals with implications of murder and infidelity.

word count : 1.1k+

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💌 note from winter :

this stupid IMAGINE has been stuck with me since last year, it's time for you to be free. no jk, i love this baby of mine very much because this was my very first attempt to write kingdom au/ royalty <"3

this short drabble existed because of billie from her song no time to die :)) i randomly found this song and i thought it's a good song that i have way too many ideas from this song only (omg so exaggerating) HABAHAH

honestly, this was supposed to be a full length story but i ended up building another plot with similar yet different ending and so i didnt want to delete this draft ending so i thought i would post it separately! ^^

t/n: this was not proofread nor beta-ed!

if it makes sense, this will be the alternative universe/ending to the original story.

💌 what is winter listening to? :

No time to die by Billie Eilish.

dedication : to my past self who didn't manage to finish this.

The air around you was heavy, almost suffocating yet you did not feel any thick lump in your throat. You did not find it hard to breathe.

Even when the air was tainted with what smelt like rust.

Metallic smell.

Blood.

The once calm ambience now turned to a deep and heavy pinging sound. The sharp metal that you held before was now dropped down to the carpeted floor. The once shiny sharp metal was now covered with blood. The red metallic substance dripped from the sharp metal and smudged the carpeted floor.

Your face lacked any reaction and emotion. Your face was blank as if the knife that was dug into someone’s chest was not your doing. As if the scene never happened. As if the blood in your view was merely water over a sleeping body.

Some of the blood brushed onto your beautiful dress but you paid no heed. You were certainly not in any rush, and certainly you were not panicking.

Albeit slowly realising, there was one thing that bothered you.

The silence. The deafening silence.

The silence was killing you, just like how you had killed your lover with your own two hands.

Your lover, the King.

Jeon Jungkook.

Was it your fault as you have killed him? You should be feeling guilty, you should be terrified, panicking, your body and mind filled with dreadfulness. You were supposed to be wailing, crying and screaming out of sorrow and grief.

Tale of woe.

You’ll think of it later.

Jungkook died of his own sin.

Your eyes moved slowly from the floor towards the body lying peacefully on the soft mattress. His eyes were closed. There was no hint of pain or discomfort on his beautiful face. His eyes were closed as if he was sleeping, as if this was another night of you watching him rest. His lips were slightly parted but there was no respiration that happened. There was no exhaling and no inhaling.

His dead body laid perfectly on the mattress.

Too perfect that it had you thinking, was he expecting this?

No one was perfect but Jungkook was the King. Enemies left and right, wanting him dead. To be assassinated in his sleep?

That was foolish of him; letting his guards down.

A hand was placed softly on your lover’s cold and pale cheek as you caressed it lovingly. “If you had not thought of committing infidelity, I would have forgotten about the task Taehyung had given me, my love.”

You rose and strode towards the vanity. The rouge was picked out of its place and into your hand. You picked up a brush as well before walking back to Jungkook. Your knees fell beside his bed as you unsealed the rouge. The brush was dipped into the jar of rouge and your hand moved the brush to the direction of his lips.

“Your lips are pale, Your Majesty.” You chuckled and began to brush the rouge against his lips.. “I love you just like how you always tell me to love you. I learned to love you until you learned to unlove me.”

The brush stroked against Jungkook’s lips, colouring them to the shades of red. As if his lips were a blank canvas, you brought the brush against his lips delicately, painting him to perfection. “You’re so beautiful, Jungkook, even in your sleep. Even in your eternal rest.”

Another stroke.

“If I can’t have you,”

Another stroke.

“Then, no one shall have the honour.”

A last stroke before you pulled away, admiring your art. His pale lips turned into his usual cherry lips. Dipping the brush into the jar of rouge, you tapped the brush lightly against his cheeks and dab it with your fingers to blend it smoothly.

“You were my life.”

After finishing his makeup, you put away the items you have held and pulled the soft duvet, tucking him in. His face was eerily calm, free of frown whatsoever. Perhaps, dying in his sleep was the least painful death you could give to him, despite the sin he had committed. What he saw before letting out his last breath was darkness and you.

A sweet and pain-free death, just for your lover.

You rose to your feet from your kneeling position and sat next to his inert body. Running your fingers through his fluffy hair, combing it until his raven-black hair was neat and tidy. You didn’t find the sentiment to cry, wail, even when you saw the blood seeping through the duvet, drenching a spot with blood, albeit not perceptible, you knew it was blood and his blood.

You had just killed your lover.

But you couldn’t think of anything.

What was right and what was wrong.

But then again, there was never a right and a wrong in this world. A wrongful act could be a righteous act and a righteous act could be a wrongful act. Mayhaps, you knew your action was a wrongful act, unjustified even, but you deemed this act to be righteous.

You were only preventing Jungkook from committing further infidelity and made him loyal to you forever.

“Fret not, my love,” you whispered. “I will rule your kingdom with my all.”

With that, you planted a soft kiss on top of his cherry lips. Your eyes were closed as your lips touched his cold ones. The kiss was empty. It lacked warmth, devoid of feelings and emotions but it lasted longer than intended. You pressed another kiss on top of his forehead. Yet another cold sensation.

“Was I stupid to love you, after all, Your Majesty?” You pulled away and stared deeply at his tranquil face.

The bright doe eyes you once adored have darkened and closed forever.

The sweet vocal of his that was always the honey to your ears has gone silent for eternity.

After what felt like hours of staring, you rose from the bed and smoothened the bed. Tidying up anything that needed to be tidied up. Once you were done, you took two steps back.

“Are you death or paradise, Jungkook?” Your voice came out as a soft whisper. “Is your death, the end of me? Or it’s the gateway to my own paradise?”

You walked towards the door with decisive steps, albeit unmindful of the blood that had stained her dress and the bloody weapon laid carelessly on the floor.

“You were the death of my morality,” You halted your steps. “But you were, are, and forever will be the only paradise I dreamed of.”

Turning back to see Jungkook for one last time, a glint of melancholy flashed in your eyes.

And that was it.

Your tale of woe.

“Sleep well and forever, my love. As you have slumbered to your eternal rest.”

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iii. DECEPTION | JJK [M]

You are irreplaceable in his life, and so is he in yours.

Mayhap, it's time to change that. The moment he aimed his gun at your head, where the trigger could go off at any second; there, you immediately knew you are very much replaceable. So you take matters into your own hands; walk out of his life and away from him as soon as your work contract with him ended.

But Jung kook hates not having your presence near him, and who said you get to walk out his life just like that? You promised not to leave him.

So, why did you break the promise?

or

Plethora of deception.

PAIRING : Jungkook × Reader

GENRE : Dark Romance, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Drama, Action : Gang AU / Organised Crime AU / Elite AU. *Eventual yandere themes.

RATING : Mature

DISCLAIMER : This story is a work of fiction. Description of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. Everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

WARNING : This story deals with mild description of violence (mass attack / war & against woman).

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i think chapter 3 is jusr a filler chapter but idk why i hate to write this sm that i keep on postponing, procrastinating and delaying writing this 🥲 i hope this ch doesnt seem too boring or anything bcs i really tried to rewrite everything until im satisfied in hopes that you lots will be satisfied as well 🫶🏻

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DEDICATION : To my old self as you are the reason the story exists and to my present self as you have rewritten it.

    Art. 

    A skill at doing a specified thing, typically one acquired through practice. 

    “Just because something isn't a lie does not mean that it isn't deceptive.” – Criss Jami. 

    Art of deception. 

    The colour of Taehyung’s face drained, leaving him pale with dread. He looked at Binna with his eyes full-blown, pupils dilated and it made her smirk, knowing she easily got ahold of his darkest secret; the key to his downfall, in her hands. 

    “If I tell (Y/N) that you helped Rika to escape back then, do you think you’ll still have the privilege to stay by her side?” Binna derided. “You’re no better than my son.”

    The room fell into deep silence and the tension thickened. Taehyung hung his head low, which Binna took as he was ashamed of himself. He should, she deemed. He pushed you to the pit of doom and yet he shamelessly stood by your side, claiming he was your ride or die. 

    “Craftsman of destruction,” Taehyung mumbled. 

    Binna scowled. “What?”

    A burst of deep, and hearty laughter escaped Taehyung’s throat. His head that was hung low was now thrown to the back. His laughter continued to the point it terrified the older woman but it wasn’t fully the laughter that terrified her— If Binna thought she had the upper hand, she had been utterly wrong the entire time; The mocking smirk tugged at his lips said it all. 

    His laugh was taunting and mocking. Taunting and mocking the older woman like she never had before. It was humiliating. 

    Taehyung breathed out a loud sigh before his laughter came to an abrupt halt. His eyes instantly fell on Binna. Taehyung’s gaze was full of malice, and it took every ounce of her to not turn away, and leave the apartment at once - but she knew better than to do so. Running away was never her principle, the Jeon’s, nor will it ever be. 

    Death is inescapable, inevitable. 

    “That’s what he meant,” Taehyung laughs in realisation. “One who speaks mere portions of truth in order to deceive…”

    Binna looked at him, confusion was evident on her face. She chose to stay silent than speak with an unhinged Taehyung. 

    “I’ll let you play this game, Jeon,” he began. “But I tell you what? You’ll lose this game. It was fun deceiving you with my acting but it was funnier when I wiped that smug grin off your face. You need more than this to destroy me— to blackmail me?”

    Art of deception; acting. 

    “Ah, is this your way of gaining information? Throwing random accusations at people, study their reactions, and if you hit the bullseye, you’ll dig more out of them? I’m surprised that method still works. I see you love taking risks.” 

    “Shut up, Taehyung.”

    “Lame.” He blurted. “Does it make sense to you, Binna? You know what I want. I want (Y/N). If there’s anyone that I should be helping, it’s her, not Rika, which I did help her for the past months.”

    “I don’t do things that don’t benefit me therefore why should I help that witch?” He added. “I would be more than glad to help Jungkook instead. Help him find Rika, keep her from escaping, and let her live her life in the hell of Jungkook. Not only will that benefit Jungkook, but it will benefit me.”

    It would benefit him more than she could ever imagine, but that would be too easy of a life. 

    Taehyung hated Rika— No, he loathed her. Binna wasn’t oblivious to that fact.

    “Nothing else to say? To defend yourself?” He mocked. It was foolish of Binna to use such a method on Taehyung. It has to take more than threatening to bring him down, she should’ve known. Her abortive plans wouldn’t have worked either way even when she’s using you against him.

    Taehyung was a powerful man and that’s a fact she dreaded. He seemingly has no weakness because his weakness was his strength. 

    “Baseless accusations or maybe useless insider’s information, huh?” It’s times like this when Binna wished for the ground to crack open and swallow her whole. No words left her mouth after Taehyung had opened his. Not only was it annoying but it was humiliating because she knew what Taehyung said was true. Partially. 

    Taehyung walked toward her with purposeful steps, eyes burning with vengeance and determination as he spoke. “But, you know, if I really were to plan all this whole catastrophe, don’t you think it will set him off? Everything will fall out of its place and Jungkook will be all vulnerable. He won’t be able to handle his beloved company, he will have too much on his plate.”

    Voice thick with venom, he continued. “And that’s when I’ll strike. Take away all of his fortunes, wealth, his everything, and he’ll be left with nothing but dust.” A dark chuckle left his lips as he imagined his words. “It is my dream to see him crumble, after all.”

    Taehyung doesn’t need Jungkook’s wealth, fortunes or anything because he had everything. He’s a successful and powerful businessman of his own. He wasn’t a member of Jungkook’s gang; he dealt with business and Jungkook being the successful businessman he was, both of them then made a deal and eventually became a business partner. It was not long after the deal was established then, that Taehyung found out about Jungkook’s underworld business.

    He owned an organised crime group along with other six leaders. A criminal syndicate. The given name of the said group was Sinistres. Despite the information Taehyung had of the Sinistres, he had never met the other six leaders. His knowledge of Sinistres was limited and Jungkook wanted to keep it that way. The only thing Jungkook told him about the other leaders was that they all handled their own business or criminal activities in another region. In special cases, some of them expanded to another country. 

    Organised crime groups stayed in their places as long as there was no provocation from other groups, mostly focusing on their own community, but selective groups strive to attack and take over other groups, showing off their strength and power. One of them being The Swans. The last war that broke out was between The Sins and The Swans. Although the root cause of the war was The Swans themselves, they were on the losing side; They lost hundreds of men while trying to take down The Sins. 

    It was an ambush by The Swans.

    While The Sins were out for a mission, The Swans took it as an opportunity to attack their headquarters as nothing but a playful provocation or perhaps, a warning, though it was reported that Sloth, one of the Sins, was at the headquarter, The Swans didn’t seem to hesitate to strike, resulting great damage at Sins’ headquarter. 

    The question as to the aftermath of the ambush was left unanswered, unknown. If there’s one known thing about The Sins, they always keep everything lowkey; their movements, their activities, and yet they were the most infamous organised crime group in the whole nation. According to an insider, Sloth was taken away during the ambush and was held hostage by The Swans or Sloth had died. There were still words spreading around saying Sins were still seven. Until today no one knew the real truth other than the fact that Sloth was missing in action. 

    Despite the low-key profile The Sins had been keeping, it ended when they decided to counterattack. Greater damage was done to them; hundreds of men were either heavily injured or killed. The Sins didn’t leave anyone uninjured; it’s either heavily injured, close to death or worse, killed. 

    They were merciless. 

    The monster of the fight was said to be Wrath; Living up to the name, the sin unleashed their wrath as they slaughtered everyone with no mercy. It was the fact that Wrath was one of the most feared people amongst organised crime groups, but The Swans seemed to not mind or might have forgotten that fact. The other sins had to pull Wrath out of Swans’ territory before it became a worse crime scene - as if the situation wasn’t as bad as it already was. Wrath would turn the world upside down just to find and wipe The Swans off the earth and their underlings who dared to touch, what’s more, to injure Sloth. 

    Fortunately, The Swans managed to escape even before Sins’ launched their attack and they now were all missing with no trace. Unfortunately, there will be many eyes watching and observing The Swans’ movements, even trying to track them down. 

    It was what Taehyung had found out; with his own ways, of course, since Jungkook would never open his mouth about this side of the world he’s dealing with or around it. 

    Taehyung’s attention came back to Binna, pinning her with his burning gaze as he spoke. “You’re all bark, no bite, Binna.” 

    Tick, tock. 

    “But me? I don’t bark. I straight up bite. Take this as a friendly reminder, hmm?” He smiled, but it wasn’t anything friendly. It’s threatening. “Try me and the consequences won’t be too pleasing.”

    Tick, tock. 

    He brought his gaze down to his wristwatch, looking at the time. The time was ticking like a bomb as Binna stood in her spot like a statue. Her eyes followed Taehyung’s movement as he walked back to his seat, reaching out for his glass of water. Thousands of thoughts ran through Binna’s head but she kept herself composed. She has the option to just walk out of the apartment but she knew Taehyung wasn’t finished with his threat.

    Oh, how she wished she didn’t step into Taehyung’s apartment. 

    She had blindly walked into the lion’s den.  

    “I wonder if (Y/N) knew the real reason as to why you took her years ago.”

    Playing a game with Taehyung was like playing with fire but with a twist; one’s bound to burn but it will never be Taehyung. 

    Taking a sip of the water in the glass that he was cradling. 

    “You’re heinous.”

    Taehyung’s words lived rent-free in Binna’s head, replaying every second possible. Her talk with Taehyung ended with that sentence, and now the sentence, with the same voice, same pitch, replayed in her head. A heavy feeling of guilt and remorse weighed her down with every repetition. 

    Guilt of what?

    She didn’t know.

    Or more like, she ought to not know. 

    Powerful force took Binna out of her train of thoughts as her body collided with another, causing her to slightly lose her balance. The grip on her forearm managed to keep her from the impact but she still struggled to stand up straight, her knees seemed to have given up from the haunting thoughts and flashbacks.

    “Oh my god!” A masculine voice gasped. “My apologies, Madam Jeon.” It’s a voice she was familiar with but her blurry vision and messed-up mind made everything seem so hazy. She blinked once, twice, before slowly regaining her focus. 

    A guy. Oh. 

    “You look… tired and pale, Madam…” He voiced out with concern. “Are you alright? Do you want me to drive you home?” Cat-like eyes scanned Binna’s face worriedly, looking for any hint of pain or discomfort. 

    “No, I’m fine,” she squinted her eyes, finally making out the face of the familiar voice. “Jimin.”

   Ah, Jimin. She shook her head in an attempt to spin everything into places. 

    “You should continue with your work. I’ll be fine on my way.”

    Jimin didn’t seem to be persuaded enough by her words as he hesitated, his eyes bounced between Binna and his cabin. Sighing softly, Binna spoke again. “I’ll be heading home with my chauffeur.”

    She smiled softly. “Don’t worry.”

    Jimin visibly loosened up upon her words. 

    Jimin was a beautiful man, pretty; that’s what Binna thought when she first saw him. Jungkook was recruiting new men to, what he claimed, tighten the security. One glance was all it took to know that Jimin wasn’t the man suitable for what Jungkook had wanted but then again here he was, working for Jungkook. Jimin’s physique wasn’t as big as Jungkook’s criteria for his usual men, in fact, he was average. Muscles at the right place— perhaps from working out— but not enough to fit in Jungkook’s expectations. 

    Hell, he didn’t even have any experience in fighting. 

    But perhaps he has some now. 

    There wasn’t any exception made on him —for him to be working for Jungkook. It was his luck and skills that brought him to this day. Jungkook was observant and he saw potential in Jimin. As cliché as it sounded, that was it. 

    Jungkook was observant.

    And he’s also an exploiter. 

    Jimin was a man with IQs and EQs above average, and a face carved by the god himself. He’s a cunning man. Jungkook knew Jimin would be of use for establishing deals and negotiating, and he was right. Jimin has his ways with people, from luring them into the trap to bringing them down by only a few words. He proved himself to be a useful man for Jungkook. 

    And now he’s Jungkook’s right-hand man, his most trusted man. 

    The delicious aroma of spicy stew filled the air as the stew was boiling. The savoury and pungent smell tickled Rika’s nose as she was chopping. The sweet-spicy smell combined with the smell of newly cooked rice, hot and steamy. Finishing her chopping, she put in a generous sprinkle of green onions before turning the stove off. The stew was thick and flaming red with a slight bit of orangey. It was a mouth-watering sight to behold. 

    Rika walked to the rice cooker with a bowl in hand. It was to kill time or her boredom, the reason she was in the kitchen and cooking dinner for herself and Jungkook. Footsteps approached her as she filled her bowl with rice. She knew it was none other than the housemaid, Mrs Chang or Nana. 

    Nana was cleaning the rooms on the second floor when she caught a whiff of spices. Someone was cooking. It was two weeks ago when Jungkook had ordered her to not cook dinner for him, only for Rika, and since it’s not her who’s cooking, then it must be Rika. He usually ate outside or missed his meal completely. 

    “Miss Rika,” Nana called out. “You don’t really have to cook…”

    “It’s fine. I was bored anyways,” Rika told her. “I’ll wait for Jungkook before eating.”

    “You don’t need to,” Nana shook her head softly. “Jungkook won’t be eating dinner here.”

    Rika frowned. “Why not?”

    “It’s what he has been doing since you came back, miss.”

    Oh, that’s so very considerate of him. Might as well let her out to get some fresh air instead of being kept like a trophy and doing nothing like a doll in this huge house. Huge yet empty. 

    “Is that why the dinner portion is always for one person?” She noticed that. 

    Nana nodded which made Rika’s frown deepen. Back when she was with Jungkook, he would never skip his dinner no matter how busy he was. It was a sweet thought if it wasn’t for the fact that he was not technically in love with her. She was nothing but like a pig to slaughter. Now, he doesn't bother to do sweet or romantic gestures anymore. Not like she cared but it got her thinking; what changed?

    She thought Jungkook’s portion of food was saved in the fridge only to be heated later. Never did it cross her mind that he ultimately avoided eating dinner at home. It’s not even just dinner. Jungkook went to work from morning until night every day. The only meal he had at home was breakfast, that too, occasionally. 

    Rika contemplated before asking again. “Even when (Y/N) was here before too?”

    She needed to know. She needed to know what happened while you were here with the devil who was once your angel. 

    Nana tensed as your name left the young mistress’s lips. Rika noticed it. She knew how close you were with Nana — how close you and Jungkook were with Nana. 

    “He never…” Hesitation was evident but Nana braced herself. It was an unpleasant memory. “He never even eats (Y/N)’s cooking. Ever since you left he has never touched nor eaten the food she made.”

    Sombreness swam in her eyes as she stared at the dining hall that was not too far of a distance from her. She looked ahead with a sad expression and said. “But if only he knew that his everyday breakfast; the pancake he’s so fond of was made by (Y/N) willingly with love as the secret ingredient. He had always loved her cooking, and I’m convinced he knew that was her cooking but kept it quiet and enjoyed it while he could but then again maybe he truly didn’t know.”

  An air of melancholy surrounded them as Nana continued with a heavy heart. “But how could everything change overnight…?”

    That night changed everything. Every last bit of hope was destroyed. 

Flashback. 

    What’s the most powerful emotion of a human?

    Anger.

    Fear.

    Surprise?

    Anger was arguably one of the most powerful emotions. Anger could be both destructive and constructive. Anger was a natural, involuntary response from the brain, an adaptive response to threats. 

    Anger is a powerful emotion if not handled properly. Any emotion can be powerful if you let them control you instead of controlling them. Control is power, and power is the ability to control. When an emotion is deemed to be powerful, one needs to know how to control it. Failing to control your emotions leads to destruction. 

    And that was what happened to Jungkook. 

    You have always been a cautious person. You were careful to not trigger Jungkook. Growing up with him, you knew he developed anger issues but he’s currently working on it albeit that doesn’t give you a free pass to not be cautious anymore, given that one of his most prized possessions was gone, you sensed the anger in him every time. He may be calm outside but there’s always a limit to someone’s patience. Work wasn’t easy on him either. Now that Rika escaped and out of Jungkook’s security, anyone could abduct her and use her against Jungkook. 

    And one thing he hated was being threatened. 

    Work wasn’t easy on you either. You agreed —or were coerced to— and signed the NDA contract with Jungkook hence your everyday work was to track down Rika, her location, her movements, and her whereabouts. But like what had just been said, work wasn’t easy on you. Finding Rika wasn’t as easy as you had thought given that Rika was alone or accompanied by her lover only but maybe you were wrong all along. 

    Every time you almost obtain Rika’s exact location, the radar would always get disturbed. Not only it’s infuriating you but it’s stressing your brain. Someone was backing her up, you came to that conclusion. But it wouldn’t be too shocking. Looking back and analysing her escape plan, it wasn’t her pattern. 

    You also came to the conclusion that the person— or people— that helped Rika was an insider of Sinistres. 

    You have never underestimated your expertise in your field. You know what you were capable of, and whatever you weren’t capable of, you always try to make it your capability. Although all of these assumptions were just assumptions, they weren’t baseless, but regardless of anything, you wouldn’t tell a single soul a piece of your mind. 

    Tracing and tracking was your ultimate skill but not everyone knew of it. Your work progress couldn’t be disturbed by a no one. Your security, your codes, your patterns, not anyone has been able to figure and breakthrough before. Not even the community of Sinistres. The one who has been messing with you was someone with a higher intelligence level.

    They managed to crack the code you could not.

    They managed to break the pattern you could not.

    They managed to do the things you could not with precision and perfection. 

    If it wasn’t a slap to your ego. 

    You couldn’t afford to make yet another mistake. 

    Time was ticking like a bomb for both you and Rika, but it was as if it was ticking faster for you. As if it’s ticking louder for you, repeatedly raising the anxiety in you. You were working on trying to figure out which wire to cut off and which not to deactivate the bomb.     

    Were you protecting Rika or were you protecting yourself?

    Myself, of course. 

    From what? Or rather, who?

    I’m protecting Rika. 

    Are you really? You’re working against her right now. 

    The time was ticking like a bomb only for you. 

    A soft calling of your name brought your attention back to reality. You had been staring into the space with a glass of water cradled around your fingers. The rim of the glass never touched your lips even though that was the intention. You put down the glass on the marble table as you brought your gaze to the voice. 

    “Nana,” you smiled.

    “Something bothering you? You were out of it for a while,” she voiced her concern. “Is everything alright?”

    No. Not at all— was what you wanted to say but a soft whisper of ‘yes’ came out of your mouth instead. 

    “Are you going to make dinner today?” Nana asked with hesitation thick in her voice. 

    You let out a sigh. “Not like he will eat it…”

    At least not after Rika’s disappearance. 

    “Well? Maybe if you cook his favourite food, he will eat it?” Nana tried in an attempt to enlighten the mood. Her voice was light as she suggested. 

    But the outcome was dark. 

    If Nana could see the future, she wouldn’t suggest what she had just done. She would quickly oblige because little did she know that was the worst suggestion, the worst plan. As if she was pushing you to your own catastrophe. 

    It set Jungkook off. It was one of his triggers. 

    Explaining how you ended up here; pinned on the wall with a hand around your neck, dangerously strong enough to halt your lung from getting air supplies. A pair of eyes full of malice stared right into your soul. 

    “J-Jungkook—” You choked out. 

    Food was scattered everywhere. From bowls of rice to plates of his favourite food, everything has become a waste now as they made contact with the floor. Plates and bowls broke into pieces, and utensils were scattered around in random spots.

    “You’re quite a brave woman aren’t you, (Y/N).” He drawled but each word was thick with venom as his grip tightened. “Instead of doing your work, you cooked dinner. Not the usual dinner, it’s what Rika used to cook and my favourite food. Tell me, what’s your purpose of cooking this and what’s the purpose of you being here, alive and not dead?”

    Tears started to gather in your eyes from the pain of his words and the lack of air. His words cut deeper than a knife. His words affected you more than anyone, and he knew that.

    But it made you want to laugh at his face too.

    If it wasn’t for you, Rika wouldn’t know his favourite food, wouldn’t know how to cook it the way he liked it, wouldn’t know anything. You cooked everything he claimed to be his favourite before Rika. You cooked everything first before it was called “Rika’s”. Everything Rika did to make him happy was a copy and paste from you, from your list, your notes. 

    You stayed in your spot, didn’t try to stop him, words were unable to be spoken, albeit it was threatening to spill. Your vision began to blur with tears as your lungs were burning from lack of oxygen. 

    A single tear escaped your eye. 

    In an instant, you felt the suffocation around your throat lessened. The dark orbs of his that were once filled with pure unadulterated rage and malice have turned to something else. It’s unreadable— unreadable emotions swirled in his eyes. His eyebrows crashed together as he retreated his hand slowly. 

    Was it guilt?

    Remorse?

    A loud call of Jungkook’s name echoed throughout the house. It was the deep voice you were familiar with. Heavy footsteps were heard storming into the area you and Jungkook were in. 

A few minutes ago. 

    The only language in the car was silence, accompanied by the faint sound of the engine. Through the window, Binna stared ahead at the verdant panorama. She was in the car along with Taehyung. The young man wanted to tag along for the sole purpose of business negotiations with Jungkook. Ever since Rika ran away, things were starting to go downhill on the latter’s side and he hadn't been answering the calls so Taehyung had to go and meet him personally. 

    As for Binna, she was a mother, and it was morally right to be concerned for her own son. Rika wasn’t her concern but she was linked to Jungkook, she was his happiness and the love of his life that he claimed her to be. 

    The car passed the long roads surrounded by nothing but verdant scenery and entered the spacious open area where Jungkook’s mansion was located. 

    “His yard is like a blank canvas,” Binna commented suddenly, making Taehyung lift his head to look over what she meant. “With the tiniest and shortest stroke of paint.”

    It was the garden you had built. That was the only paint on the big blank canvas. 

    A humorous chuckle escaped Taehyung’s lips as he returned his focus to his device. “He’s a busy man. Decorating his yard is probably the least of his concern.”

    It’s always the same excuse, why did she even bother asking? Letting out an uninterested hum, she asked. “I heard Jungkook is planning to move out?”

    Taehyung halted his action and frowned. “Where to?”

    “Not sure.” Binna shrugged. “Jimin told me that he might move to somewhere more remote.”

    “Jimin told you.” He repeated. “As if his current location is not remote enough.”

    His last sentence came out as a mumbling but Binna heard it clearly but she made no comment on it. She agreed with him. 

    “Maybe it was one of his backup plans in case of anything,” Taehyung said and brought his attention back to his phone. “Let’s just ask him once we arrive.”

    “If he is at the house,” Binna said, sharply emphasising the possibility of her son being somewhere else but the mansion. 

    “Surely (Y/N) will be there,” Taehyung said as a matter of fact. 

    Binna cast a side glance at the young man. “That’s not the point.”

    “It is the side point. If Jungkook isn’t around, (Y/N) will surely be around and able to answer your questions.”

    “Jungkook is always out and about for work, and (Y/N) is his right-hand woman.” She doesn’t know why she was bothered by this whole conversation. “There is still a possibility of her not being there at the mansion. You sound so certain she’ll be there as if she’s jobless.”

   Taehyung stilled before slowly lifting his head but kept his gaze ahead, not turning to face Binna. “You forgot that Park Jimin is also Jungkook’s right-hand man.”

    “Still—”

    The screen of his device blackened as he turned it off and shoved it into his pocket. Just as if he knew they'd arrived, the chauffeur announced their arrival at Jungkook’s house. The announcement cut off Binna’s arguments immediately. 

    “We’ve arrived, madam and sir.” 

    Taehyung didn’t wait for the chauffeur to open the door as he immediately got out of the car. Fixing his suit, he walked into Jungkook’s house.

    Thankfully the door was not locked. 

    Binna looked at Taehyung’s figure walking into the house, bewildered. With a sigh, she stepped out of the car when the chauffeur opened the door. The ring of her phone halted her steps. She took out her phone from the purse and checked the caller ID. 

    A frown found its way to Binna’s forehead as she read the caller ID. 

    Jung Hoseok. 

    She answered the call and pressed the phone to her ear. “Jung Hoseok.”

    “Binna,” a man’s deep voice was heard as he repeated the formality. His voice was void of any friendliness. “I’ll get straight to the point; Beware of Kim Taehyung.”

    A pause, and then, he added. “Keep a close eye on him. It’s better if you could get a hold of his weakness too. Keep this from Jungkook too.” 

    Then, the line was cut off. 

    Binna sighed. Her thumb scrolled through her contacts to search for the person. Once she found the contact she immediately made a phone call. Connecting to call after a few rings, the other person greeted Binna formally but the latter didn’t have the time for formalities. 

    “Details of Kim Taehyung.”

    Taehyung strode into the house and he was met with everything but the people of the house, not even Mrs Chang was in his sight. He battled with himself whether to just wait or call Jungkook. He was sure there were at least Mrs Chang and you at the house. He knew everything that happened between you and Jungkook and knowing the man, the rule was established; he forbade you from leaving this house until further notice. 

    Not long after, Binna joined Taehyung in the living room.

    “Are they not around?” She asked. 

    “The door was unlocked when I came in,” Taehyung answered. 

    “Mrs Chang should be somewhere around then,” Binna suggested. She called out the elder’s name only to be responded with nothing but silence. Another attempt and still met with silence. 

   Taehyung sauntered around the spacious area but stopped when he heard faint hasty footsteps heading towards the living room. He turned in the direction of the footsteps and there was Mrs Chang.

    Binna looked relieved as she approached the nanny. “Mrs Chang—”

    “M-Madam! Taehyung,” she was out of breath and frightened. “(Y/N), J—Jungkook, he—”

    As soon as your name spilt from her lips, Taehyung became alert. “What happened?”

    He tried to not show his panic but it involved you. His voice was stable and clear but his heart was palpitating wildly against his rib cage. The world be damned, you were the only thing that mattered to him. You were the only calm and peace in his life. 

    Mrs Chang could only point towards the dining room. She couldn’t trust her quivering lips to form a sentence correctly. She was horrified and guilt weighed down her heart. 

    Had she not suggested anything, this wouldn’t have happened.

    Taehyung left the living room as his feet took huge steps at a time. Within a couple of strides, he arrived at the dining room and, he was met with a dreadful situation; you were pinned to the wall by Jungkook. Tears gathered in your eyes but you put up no fights against the bigger figure who’s pressing you to the wall. 

    A loud call of his name left Taehyung’s lips. Heavy footsteps stormed into the room and almost immediately the pressure around your neck was gone completely. A huge sense of relief washed over you as Taehyung pulled you into his arms. 

    “Are you out of your goddamn mind?” He snarled. Taehyung was livid. The way the veins on his neck were prominently popping out and his voice turned harsher and rougher gave it all. “Know where the line is drawn, Jeon. I won’t hesitate to kill you if you cross the line. Touch a strand of her hair again, consider yourself dead.” 

    You heard a faint gasp but you couldn’t make out who it was. 

    “Is that a threat, Kim?”

    “You can take it as one or I can make it a challenge.”

    Jungkook’s face hardened. He hated being threatened and Taehyung hit just that. 

    You clutched on his dress shirt in desperation, signalling him to stop and he understood. A pained expression was all over your face and he hated it. He hated the fact that despite the pain you went through, you were still letting Jungkook off the hook.

    “Might I remind you that (Y/N) belongs to me, bound by the contract. Stay. Out. Of. This.”

    “Maybe you need a reminder that (Y/N) is your childhood friend. Your only friend that has known you since you were 10. She should be someone who’s precious in your life, and you’d do anything to protect her and not attack her.”

   Taehyung’s words made you burst into silent tears. Everything was a mess; nothing was right. 

    Perhaps, letting Rika go was not the wisest decision. The most foolish choice you had ever made.

     If only you didn’t let her escape. your relationship with Jungkook wouldn’t have—

    Taehyung’s soft squeeze on your arms pulled you out of your intrusive thoughts. Your eyes gazed at his arms that were holding you close to him. He held you with great security, it filled your body with a sense of calmness. Everything around you doesn’t seem to matter. It just faded. 

    You felt safe in his arms.

    You felt safe from Jungkook. 

    No…

    You shouldn’t.

    Right?

    You should not. 

    How could you?

    That would make him a monster. 

    “Everything he said that day, he meant it. Fail to bring Rika in front of him in the time period he had set, you will die in his hand.” Taehyung stared into your glossy eyes.

    “N-No, he wouldn’t.” You told him. 

    “Why are you lying to yourself, (Y/N)?”

    Jungkook was the definition of the word safe but now you felt anything but safe whenever he was present. His presence doesn’t give you the comfort, the giddiness it used to. You have always walked on thin ice around him ever since.

    He had proved that friendship held no importance. 

    He had proved that you were replaceable.

    Useful while it lasted, discarded when useless.

End of flashback.

    “That night changed everything, and I remember everything crystal clear. After that incident, Jungkook stormed out of the house with Madam Binna following him. Taehyung brought (Y/N) to her room and aided her. There was a little bickering between them but it toned down soon after and that was when Taehyung finally left.”

    Nana assisted Rika with her plating and went over to prepare the table. It was silent for a few moments and Rika didn’t dare to speak another word as well. As if paying respect, she swallowed any questions she had and remained silent. She went over to the table for her dinner. 

    “Later that night…” Nana began again. “She came into my room. No words were exchanged but all I knew she was seeking warmth and comfort and I didn’t hesitate to give her exactly that. That night was probably the quietest she had ever been. She was so vulnerable that I didn’t dare to speak. I was afraid to speak. The last time I spoke, I brought her to her own catastrophe.”

    The utensils were placed on the table, and the plates of dishes were served for Rika. She sat on the chair and picked up a spoon. Nana continued. “She manipulated herself.”

    Rika immediately halted her actions. She looked over at Nana with confusion clear as a day on her face. The nanny took it as her cue to continue again. “She told herself lies after lies that Jungkook didn’t mean what he said; that he said those in the heat of the moment; that he was stressed and tired. She told herself those lies and her mind processed them as the truths.”

   “I… I didn’t know what to do,” she stammered. Clearly that past still had a strong emotional effect on her. “It was devastating for me. I put her in this situation and I couldn’t do anything to help her.”

    “Nana…” Rika softly called. “It wasn’t your fault.”

    “That’s what (Y/N) told me too,” she said. “But it’s hard. Every day I live with the guilt of knowing I had ruined a precious friendship. I had taken away any chances left to fix the friendship.”

    Rika rose from her seat and walked over to Nana. She felt like she owed Nana a hug and she did just that. Arms wrapped around her neck, Rika whispered. “It’s not your fault, Nana. Never was. You were always there for (Y/N) and that’s enough.”

    With a shaky breath, she whispered. “Everything is my fault.”

    Had I not run away. 

    “Go, Rika.” You breathed. 

    “What—”

    “Take my car and go!” You repeated with slight urgency in your voice. “Jungkook’s car is coming at a high speed. Take my car right now and drive to wherever you were planning to.”

    Rika’s eyes bounced between you and a bunch of cars coming their way, clearly baffled at your decision. She tried to pull your forearm but you quickly backed away. 

    “I can’t leave Jungkook.” You muttered, head lowered. “I grew up half of my life being by his side. Leaving him is the last thing on earth I would do.”

    “But Jungkook will—!”

    “I’ll deal with Jungkook.” You cut her off. “But this will be the last time, Rika. Jungkook will eventually find you, with or without my assistance. I’m merely buying you time.”

    The sound of the cars’ engines was nearing you and your heartbeat was becoming clearer in your ears. You could see that Rika wanted to protest but before she had the chance to, you ordered sternly. 

    “Get in the car now!”

    You sacrificed yourself for her sake. 

    The amount of love you have for Jungkook was out of the world. In her entire years of living, not once has she witnessed a person to have ever loved someone, the way you loved Jungkook. Your love for him or even his whole existence was irreplaceable in your life. Your love for him was strong. If you were given the option of whether to live with luxury alone or to die in poverty with Jungkook, you’d pick the latter. 

    ‘I’m the cause of her suffering’

    The sun has set down from the sky, exchanging shifts with the stars as now it was the stars' job to brighten up the night sky. Working people were probably battling traffic jams as they rushed to their homes. It’s been hours since the sun had set, and Jungkook has yet to return. 

    In her room, Rika paced back and forth relentlessly as she held a phone to her ear. She has been dialling the same number over and over but it would direct her to the voicemail. 

    “Answer the damn phone,” she grumbled. 

    She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It has passed midnight a few minutes ago. Huffing, she dialled the number again for the last time — before she completely gave up. Her mind was in a state of mess. The person she has been calling wouldn’t answer her calls and she was walking on thin ice as she waited for Jungkook to come home. 

    The original plan was to call the person after Jungkook had returned and headed to bed but not a single thing went accordingly. She received no information that Jungkook would be home late. Usually, his men would kindly inform her of his delay but not today. 

    Right when Rika was about to pull her phone away from her ear, the other person picked up. “Taehyung!”

    “What is so important that you blew up my phone?” Taehyung spoke. From the tone of his voice, it was clear that he was irritated. 

    “Where’s (Y/N)?” She went straight to the point. 

    There was a pregnant silence before he quipped. “I’m hurt. You call me just to ask about her?”

    “Answer my question, Taehyung.” 

    “Hmm, should I?” He drawled. 

    “Please,” she pleaded. “Tell me where she is. I need to meet her. I owe her and I plan to repay her.”

    “No.” He said with a clipped voice. “You can repay her by sitting obediently like a doll at Jungkook’s house. Do not plan another escape, marry Jungkook and maybe start counting your days.”

    “I’d rather kill myself than die in his hand,” she bit back. 

    “Go on,” he didn’t miss a beat. “I want to see you try.”

    Rika went silent and he knew it was nothing but empty words. It amused him. Rika was nothing but naive and innocent— selfish and a fucking coward. 

    “Just… Let me meet her,” Rika muttered softly. “Please. I want to know if she’s fine and well.”

    “She’s fine,” he answered. 

    “I don't want to hear it from you. Anyone can lie. I want to hear it from her. I want to see her saying that she is fine. I beg of you, please,” she pleaded desperately, hoping it would change Taehyung’s mind. 

    But who was she kidding?

    She was speaking to Kim Taehyung. 

    The Kim Taehyung. 

    Not the businessman Kim Taehyung, but the Sins, Kim Taehyung. 

    The Sins; one of the most powerful and feared gangs in the history of the crime organisation. A group that used the seven deadly sins as their code names.

    Pride, Wrath, Sloth, Envy, Greed, Lust, and lastly, Gluttony. 

    Their real names and identities were unknown and kept as classified information. Only authorised people have the access to their information and that too, was a small group of people. The Sins were known to be very secretive yet deadly. The stories that followed the Sins have never been the brightest ones. They were a bunch of predators and their targets were nothing but prey. The stories and rumours that followed them would always be nothing but negative.

    Kim Taehyung was one of the predators. 

    Which? She doesn’t know. 

    Everyone knew Taehyung as a respected, powerful businessman, but everything was nothing but an act. It was a masquerade. He has been deceiving everyone. He was Jungkook’s enemy. They did not belong in the same circle. Taehyung had been with Jungkook for the longest time, and he presumably already had gathered enough information to use against Jungkook or the simplest term; his weakness. 

    But knowing Taehyung, he liked to pretend inferiority— which in this case was to work under Jungkook— and encourage his ignorance. Attack your enemy when he is unprepared, appear where you were not expected. 

    Was Jungkook really oblivious to the act Taehyung had put up?

    Did he really not know?

    Did you not know, too?

    The biggest enemy was Taehyung but you and Jungkook had no idea. 

    She should tell them—

    Silly.

    She did not survive this long only to die in Taehyung’s hand. 

    No matter how Taehyung would always have the upper hand. He had Jaehyun, Rika’s lover, wrapped around his fingers but even without him, Taehyung could easily overpower her. 

    Those who knew too much needed to be silent, by hook or by crook. 

    Taehyung was a monster second to Jungkook in Rika's eyes. He was a heartless and cruel person, but at the end of the day, he was still a human. A human with each their own weakness. 

    But does she dare to call it his weakness?

    Taehyung disguised his weakness as his strength. He perfected his imperfection, hence he became perfectly imperfect. 

    You.

    You were his weakness. The only person who owned the soft spot in him was you. 

    "You won't meet her, talk to her, and that's final," Taehyung declared. "How about you worry your little head with the wedding preparations?"

    "Screw. You."

    "You should really learn to think before you speak, Rika. Naive and dumb as ever," he said. "It's fine, perhaps you are tired and forgot about it. I'm just going to remind you that I'll be coming to the wedding."

    "Even Jaehyun will be coming," he added.

    She knew Taehyung was wearing that stupid smug grin on his face. "N-No, he won't... Please, don't let him come to the wedding. Don't drag him into this mess!"

    "Sadly, you don't get to make the final decision."

    The call ended.

   "You–" She pulled her phone away from her ear only to see that he had ended the call. "God damn it..."

    She paced around the room again as she tried to reach Taehyung again. Her thoughts were all over the place. She glanced at the clock again and she froze. 

    Why didn't she hear the door creak open?

    The moment her gaze fell on the clock, it also fell on the familiar figure at the door. Panic crawled into her body as colours drained from her face.

    "Who were you talking to?"

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ghoul. — (folders)

“No one should be on his level when it comes to you.”

or

Jimin doesn’t like what he discovered in your computer.

[FIRST INSTALMENT OF GHOUL SERIES : FOLDERS]

pairing : jimin x reader

rating : G

genre : tokyo ghoul au, soulmate au - but my own version (i’ll add more later)

disclaimer : this story is a work of fiction. descriptions of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

warnings : nothing except for cold and petty jimin.

word count : 1.4k+

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note from winter 💌 :

i don’t have the will to write a full length story atm so i’ll stick with short drabble to kick start this series (it wasn’t meant to b a series but i made a whole arse characters profiles analysis so it’d b a waste to not make smtg big out of it 🤞🏻)

the idea to write this au popped up when i was rewatching tokyo ghoul and i thought how about bts x tokyo ghoul au AND soulmate au????? 🤔 and this was born

im thinking of releasing two drabbles (which means another one drabble) for this series before i cook up the main story or maybe never 😄 and just continue make a short chapter that has no solid story plot.

andd if u have watched tokyo ghoul, you’ll know the setting and all but in this series it might not be 100% the same as the original.

just a heads up, this will be a yandere story, maybe soft one or otherwise, it depends on the characters + my writing is rustyy so don’t mind me ;’)

💌 what is winter listening to? : impurities & antifragile by le sserafim, nxde by (g)i-dle, cry for me by twice (PLS I KNOW THESE ARE SO UNRELATED BUT IM OBSESSED W/ THEM)

dedication : to myself.

“(Y/N),” Jimin’s voice.

Upon hearing your name, you raised your head to the direction of the door. Jimin didn’t knock but his full figure was already in your office. He didn’t have his coat with him, leaving him with black turtleneck and black cargo pants.

Rephrase; black sleeveless turtleneck with black gloves that covered up until his elbows and black cargo pants that have been stained with blood but barely any rips.

He probably just got back from a mission.

“Investigator Park,” you greeted. “How can I help y—”

“Yoongi wants to see you.” He cut to the chase.

“Investigator Min?” You repeated with a hint of confusion. “Did he say anything else? For me to bring something?”

Yoongi rarely asked for your presence— ever since that day. He avoided you like a plague. The only time you and him were breathing in the same room was whenever Namjoon held meetings of senior investigators, that, too, he never looked at you or even direct any question to you.

“No.” Jimin answered curtly.

As if…

As if you would actually go meet with Investigator Min with nothing in hand. Grabbing your suitcase, you bowed to Jimin. “Thank you. I’ll be going now,” and left your office.

Jimin watched as you walked hastily to Yoongi’s office. You were always ready to comply to any order from Jimin. Maybe because he was your superior, but you have always been compliant to him since day one. Perhaps you felt the need to make him proud. He felt something akin to pride.

He walked over to your desk. Your desk was messy; paperwork were scattered all over the table, reference books, supplements, and newspapers. He was confused as to why you have so much paperwork when you were a ghoul investigator, not a bureau investigator. As a ghoul investigator, you were already an active one, paperwork became unnecessary for you. Never have you ever skipped, reject or failed a mission in your time of career as a ghoul investigator which was something worth to be boastful about, but you were very humble.

Not wanting to mess up the paperwork even more, he avoided touching it. He diverted his attention to the flashy pen drive that was plugged into your computer. The pen drive was impossible to be overlooked.

It was said flashy for a reason.

Iron Man’s hand pen drive… He scoffed.

It was the pen drive you had since you started training to be a ghoul investigator at the Ghoul Investigator Training Academy.

He knew of it because the two of you were very close during the training period. He had enrolled in the academy a year prior before you. But even without all that, Jimin and you had known each other for a long time. The two of you went way back since kindergarten but lost contact when that tragedy occurred; the day his parents were killed was the day you last heard of him but reunited when you decided to join the Ghoul Academy.

He stole a glance at the monitor in front of him. The monitor was displaying your file explorer. You once showed your file explorer to him; there was a folder named after his name, but that was long time ago. He had guessed that you probably have around a thousand of folders for everyone you know because it was a weird habit of yours. You created a file for everyone – if that was actually possible.

It is possible it seems. Your file explorer was the living proof.

The folder under his name was filled with pictures and documents. He concluded that every other folder contained the same. Jimin has always known that you have a deep interest in photography, so he had let you take pictures of him anytime as long it doesn’t disturb his or your line of work.

You take good photos.

You once told him that the pictures you captured represented your eyes. You never fail to praise him of his ethereal beauty. If you ran out of words to describe his beauty, you would use the pictures to tell him. It has been going on since the old days.

Indeed, you take magnificent pictures.

But to know that he wasn’t the only person you took photos of stirred something deep inside him.

There were folders for Rosé, Lisa, Sunoo… Your close friends, of course.

Namjoon, Taehyung,…

Namjoon, the Chief Director of Division 1, the division you and Jimin were working under, which explained why you have his name in your compilation of folders, but it was mostly text files and documents. That man seemed to have a soft spot for you, but it was uncertain because one day he was affectionate to you and the other day, you were nothing but a worthless piece of trash or shit that he stepped on.

As for Kim Taehyung, he was nothing but a superior to you. You rarely interacted with him because he worked under another division but at times you would try and talk to that quiet man.

Although Taehyung was nothing of a quiet man. Jimin knew his soulmate.

Jin, Hoseok,…

Your other close friends. You and Jin became good friends because of the same rank the two of you shared. Given the amount of time you interacted with Jin daily, it would be impossible for a friendship to not been established.

Jin was a sweet and caring young man, and you were literally the carbon copy of him in terms of personality.

Hoseok was once very close to you and Jin, but his excessive promotion from Special Class to High Rank led him to be very busy, especially with his current rank, Chief Director of Division 2.

Next, Jungkook.

The number of files you have under Jungkook’s name was as many as Jimin’s, but he didn’t give it any mind because you and Jungkook came from the same clan and maybe grew up together hence the two of you interacted a lot. You were an indirect descendant of the Jeon clan.

Originally, you were – and still, – an Arima, but the death of Arima Kishou, the one-eyed king, marked the end of the clan as the final will was passed down to a non-descendant, Kaneki Ken. You were still young when Arima Kishou died and when you were taken into the Jeon clan.

Lastly, Yoongi.

He scoffed when he saw the number of files under Yoongi’s name.

Less than 50 files.

Apparently, you weren’t so fond of this one soulmate of his. He didn’t know if you were avoiding Yoongi, or he was avoiding you, but the two of you wouldn’t talk to each other unless it was work. Even for work matters, it was rarely to never for the two of you to speak to each other. Although Yoongi was one of your superior, he was never an option for you to refer to. You’d always go to Hoseok, Namjoon, or Jin.

Jimin continued scrolling your folders until he found an unnamed folder. It was named but not with a name. It was symbolised.

A star symbol.

He didn’t hesitate to click on the folder, but he wished he did and didn’t click on it.

It was a folder filled with pictures of you and Investigator Kim Mingyu.

In other folders, there were only pictures of the owner’s name, or anything related to the owner, but in this folder, there were pictures of you. Lots of it. Of course, in Jimin and Jungkook’s folders there were pictures of you, but it was less than the number of their pictures. The ratio was 1:10.

In this star symbolised folder, however, the ratio was 1:1. Adequate amount of your pictures and their pictures, as well as pictures of three people; you, Mingyu, and Xu Minghao from Min clan.

From the looks of it, your pictures were taken by either two of them, Mingyu or Xu Minghao. Yoongi loathed the latter, and Jimin might jump into the hate train as well.

You looked breathtaking as usual. Jimin ended up looking through the whole folder. The pictures were lovely. A few pictures of couple poses here and there. Jimin would’ve cooed at them if it weren’t for the fact that it was you and another guy. He didn’t care if it was Jungkook, even Jin because they were his soulmates.

Whatever that he owned, his soulmates owned it too.

And he owned you.

Call him petty or whatever. Petty was his middle name.

His hand reached out for the mouse and dragged it until the cursor reached certain a button.

The ‘X’ button.

“No one gets a better treatment from (Y/N) than me.”

Without any remorse, he left-clicked the button and left your office.

‘File(s) has been successfully deleted. ’ The message on your screen read.

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ghoul. — (training) (m)

[SECOND INSTALMENT OF GHOUL SERIES : TRAINING]

“I like it when you’re under me. The only place you will ever be is under me.”

or

Jimin and Jungkook decided they wanted to have an unplanned training session with you.

pairing : yandere jikook x reader

rating : M

genre : tokyo ghoul au, soulmate au, violence 

disclaimer : this story is a work of fiction. descriptions of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

warning : infliction of pain on woman (oc).

word count : 3.2k+

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note from winter 💌 :

PLS IM WRITING THIS AS WE SPEAK: I WAS ABOUT TO MAKE JUNGKOOK LOOK DOWN ON MINGYU BUT THEN JUNGKOOK IS SHORTER THAN GYU IM SOBBVINF SO HARDDD so i decided to change the scene HAHAHAAHAHHAHAA

ok real note 📝

maybe i like jimin being rough. haha like

LIKE BRO HE CANT BE ALL SOFT HE HAS GOT TO LIKE TO INFLICT PAIN AND I WOULD GLADLY RECEIVE

💌 what is winter listening to? : 28 reasons by seulgi

dedication : to my sleep demon, you can fuck off now. ive written your shit down.

           Another day at KCCG, Korea Commission of Counter Ghoul, the second branch of CCG that originated from Japan. An everyday reminder when Jimin stepped into the KCCG building. The logos of CCG and KCCG were designated next to each other looking very alike except that KCCG has an additional letter ‘K’ before the CCG. The emblems were blueish black in colour and an animal akin to a bird spreading its wings was embedded at the centre of the emblem respectively, and a few deep curves and details to make it look elegant.

           “Jimin hyung.” A voice called.

           He turned to the voice. “Jungkook.” His soulmate.

           “Why the hard face?”

           “The only thing that is hard right now is my dick, so if you don’t have any plans to help soften it down, then I suggest you go back to your office before I fuck you right here.”

            “Vulgar,” the younger hissed. “I’m your superior. How dare you speak to me that way.”

            “An inferior in bed,” Jimin mumbled nonchalantly.

            “I’ll give away your mission in 1st ward to Investigator Rosè,” Jungkook retorted.

            “I needn’t worry because she’s not fit for the mission, and you need Joon’s approval for that. 1st ward has always been assigned to me.” He said calmly.

            “Namjoon hyung gives me green light for everything, so–”

            “Gyu.” Your voice interrupted their conversation. It wasn’t too loud but given that their sense of hearing was very acute, even your softest voice could reach their ears.

            You entered the building and with delighted steps, you skipped your way towards Kim Mingyu, Ghoul Investigator of Special Class. Jimin’s gaze followed your figure until you reached the male investigator. Jungkook didn’t miss the hard gaze but instead of asking what was wrong with Jimin, he found himself staring hard at your figure too or the situation.

            Since when were you close with Mingyu?

            “Good morning, lotus.” Mingyu greeted you with a soft, subtle kiss on the crown of your head.

            “Morning,” you smiled, handing over a coffee to him. “Where’s Minghao?”

            “Late as usual,” he sighed before taking a sip of the coffee, thanking you after. “Overslept maybe.”

            “It’s fine, we can wait.” Sipping a bit of your coffee, you fished out a small device from your pocket. The device was a sphere in shape and floating. You let it float in the air as pressed the button on the device.

            “You got a new SfereX?” Mingyu asked.

            “Yes. The old one was destroyed during the mission at the 2nd ward.” You sighed.

            As soon as you pressed the button, a hologram flashed in front of you. The technology inside the device resembled a laptop or tablet but an even more compact version. As the system loaded you to your home page, you pressed the reminder calendar.

            “Today we have a training session with Minghao…” You spread your fingers as the hologram zoomed onto the details of the session. “Focusing on hand-to-hand combat.”

            Mingyu nodded. “He needs that very much.”

            You slapped his shoulder lightly. “Give him a little credit. He’s not that bad. He’s just so used to the use of weapons.”

            Mingyu was about to speak up but as his eyes narrowed a bit over your shoulder, he noticed two figures approaching.

            Two figures that, if possible, he always wanted to avoid.

            “Ah, good morning, Director Jeon, Investigator Park.”

            That caught you off guard.

            Upon hearing your childhood friend’s name, your body went rigid, and your mind flew back to when you discovered that half of your files in the star folder were gone after you returned from Investigator Min’s office. You don’t have proof that it was Jimin that deleted your files. Of course, you could walk into the security room and check the CCTVs, but you went against that idea because as much as you wanted to fight for your justice, you knew Jimin would do anything and everything to deny your claim.

            Quickly turning around, you bowed. “Good morning.”

Jimin zeroed his attention on you as he spoke. “Training session with me and Investigator Jeon at combat room 2. In 5 minutes.”

            “But I have–”

            “Are you defying your superior, (Y/N)?”

            Your eyes flickered at the sudden use of authority. “No, that’s not it…”

            Mingyu saw the hesitation in your eyes as you struggled to find the right word. Maybe it was due to the difference in rank and the intimidation Jimin held because you were not one to hesitate. “Park, she has a scheduled training session with me.” He emphasised the word ‘scheduled’. “Please be considerate and respectful of others’ time.”

            “Investigator Kim,” Jimin turned his body to fully face him. His face was devoid of emotions. “Before anything, (Y/N) is under me. Whatever changes made are effective immediately regardless of your opinion.”

            “It doesn’t change the fact that you are disturbing my line of work by messing up my schedule, Investigator Park.” Mingyu refused to back away.

            “That’s enough.” Jungkook finally voiced out.

            He has been standing next to Jimin all while his gaze was on you. Breaking his intense gaze, he continued. “I instigated the training session. I believe you won’t have any problem with me doing so, right, Investigator Kim?”

            A muscle in his jaw twitched. “If you’re trying to use your rank and force me to submission, I’d suggest you stop, Director Jeon.”

            “Kim Mingyu.” You could see Jimin’s jaw tightened as soon as he let out the stern call.

            You really didn’t want to ruin anyone else’s morning especially yours. “Gyu, it’s fine. We can reschedule.” You told him.

            “It’s not fine. This doesn’t only affect me,” His eyes that were on the two guys in front of him were now on you. A wave of pity – or maybe concern – was seen. “But it also affects you.”

            You knew what his next sentence would be.

            “(Y/N), how–” How long are you going to tolerate being stepped on by these bunch of fucked up higher-ups?

            And you didn’t have it in you to respond to that question yet.

            “The training will take 2 hours at most. I’ll be available by noon and you’re free at that hour too.” You pinched the hologram after checking the reminder calendar and clicked the button to switch off the device.

            “Moreover, your student has yet to arrive, no?” Jungkook directed his question to Mingyu. “Technically, I can take up (Y/N)’s schedule at this very moment because her scheduled training appears to be delayed. It gives literally anyone the right to take it up.”

            Jungkook raised a hand to cover his lips albeit not fully, he let Mingyu see the condescending smirk through the gaps between his fingers. “Teach your student to respect other people’s time before teaching us. That’s very hypocrite of you.”

            He didn’t wait for Mingyu to even breathe another word as he turned on his heels and made his way to the assigned combat room.

            “Let’s go.” Jimin called on you.

            Keeping your head low, you responded. “Yes, Investigator Park.”

           You entered the combat room after having your clothes changed. It seemed like you blended in quite well with the room. Your combat attire was white overall as well as the room, both wall and floor. The combat room is empty but not fully empty as there were flower beds. White flowers. You have no idea why it was the way it was.

           As you made your way to a bench, you unwrapped the bandage you had brought over from your locker in the changing room to wrap your hands. The clicking sounds of a door closing reached your ears. Jungkook stepped into the combat room. Spotting you on the bench, he smiled as he approached you.

            “Quite a scene just now, don’t you think, (Y/N)?” He sat next to you, mirroring your action with a bandage of his own. “A bit too early to my taste, I’d say. But very refreshing.”

           Of course, it’s refreshing for you.

           You practically wrecked your brain trying to find the appropriate answer to give out in response. Giving up, you could only muster up a tight smile and continued bandaging your hands. You subtly glanced at his hands as he finished wrapping up his hand.

            Well, that’s quick.

            After glancing for a bit too long, you noticed his bandage matched his outfit. Black. You looked at your unfinished wrapping.

            White.

            Just as you were about to resume your wrapping, Jungkook’s hands came into the frame. He gently pulled your hand so that it was closer to him and easier for him to wrap up for you.

            “Uh, I can…” You pulled your hand away slowly. “Do it myself.”

            He seemed to frown upon your action as he pulled your hand back to him and resumed. “I know.”

            Jungkook sure was efficient and quick in his action. He finished wrapping up your both hands in under one minute. All while holding your hand as if you would break if he put even the littlest pressure. You had the time to study his face.

            There were significant features of his that remained the same or maybe matured a bit, but it didn’t stop you from going back to the old days you shared with Jungkook. Back then when you were first brought to the headquarter of the Jeon clan, you knew of no one. Not even the person that brought you there. At that time, Jungkook was the only child you saw. If only calling him a child was right. Given that he acted and behaved nothing like a child.

            Face hard, back straight, and hands balled into fists on both his lap.

            And quiet.

            You had not heard his voice until your third week there.

            “That brings back memory, huh?” Jungkook tilted his head as he stared at you. “Your eyes are showing a hint of nostalgia.”

            The closed proximity and intense staring.

            The mysterious coffee eyes. His eyes were still as dark and deep as you first saw. Unlike you, Jungkook's eyes were unreadable. As if his eyes were disconnected from the brain and lived on their own.

            He was defective.

            But you learned to understand Jungkook by studying his body language instead. That, too, wasn’t as easy. Jungkook mastered the art of concealment. He hated being vulnerable.

            Or he forced himself to hate vulnerability.

            The Kishou and Jeon have something in common.

            Their ruthlessness was known to the world.

            Growing up as a Jeon meant survival. Only the best made it until the end. Jungkook was a direct descendant of the Jeon clan and the future that soon would lead and continue the Jeon clan. He was trained to be the best. As for an indirect descendant like you, your training was much more lenient given the fact that you were a Kishou.

            Jungkook was trained mentally, spiritually, and physically. Trained to be zero.

            Zero weakness.

            But after the death of the Jeon clan's former leader, you could see Jungkook finally breathed.

            You turned away to break eye contact. “Yeah…”

            He hummed before he brought one of your hands to his lips, kissing your bandaged knuckles. “It’s not a good thing, sweetheart.”

            You stared at him in shock.

            “You’re a Jeon.” All said with a smile and gentle thumb brushing.

            I’m a Kishou.

            Kishou.

            Another sound of the door clicking open resonated around the room, making you immediately pull back your hand. Jimin walked into the room with graceful steps. He was wearing the same combat attire as Jungkook. Black. Your hands were itching to grab your SfereX and snap a picture of Jimin really quick.

            Jimin was ethereal. You would never be tired of telling that to yourself.

            In terms of physique, Jimin’s build is lean with enough muscle in the right place. The difference in body proportion between Jimin and Jungkook was visibly huge, but their strength was at the same level. Maybe even a level greater than Jungkook.

           “We’ll do hand-to-hand combat today.” Jimin announced.

           “Sounds fun to me.” Jungkook grinned.

           “Let’s start with one on one before the other joins in for 2 against 1, shall we?” Jimin suggested.

           You agreed pliantly with a soft yes.

           Even if you had disagreed as if Jimin would listen to you.

           “One on one with me, (Y/N),” he declared as he strode to the centre of the room. “Are you ready?”

            The only word you’ve said for the past few minutes. Yes.

            Still having the gentleman in him, Jimin urged you to do the first take before he pitched in. The two of you got into position with hands up into fists just above chin height and feet opened shoulder width apart.

            Jungkook’s remark heralded the start of the fight. “Start.”

            You didn’t start with your fist instead your knee found its way to kick Jimin’s face. But of course, it took more than a simple movement to injure The Park Jimin. He easily dodged your attack. In return, Jimin charged with his fist, targeting your face which you managed to avoid.

            The attack and defence continued until Jungkook announced his presence in the fight. You were against two of your superiors. Two of them hated losing. You didn’t dare to make any first move as soon as Jungkook joined in, so instead, you waited for them to charge any attack.

            Jungkook seemed to see right through you as he advanced first. He fired a punch but instead of dodging it, you blocked it. His firing was too quick that you didn’t have the time to avoid it.

            But it was a grave mistake.

            Jungkook smirked before he continued firing punches to your defence. It was only a matter of time before one of his punches would reach your face. He cornered you to the wall at each punch. You took the opportunity to use the wall to send Jungkook flying back with your feet pushing on his chest and your back on the wall as support.

            You didn’t realise how small your intake of oxygen was until you found yourself gasping for air after throwing Jungkook off. It happened all too fast, but you were sent flying to the other corner of the room.

            By Jimin.

            “Don’t let your guard down, (Y/N).” Jimin reprimanded.

            You were quick to get back on your two feet. “I wasn’t–”

            Had you not focused on your left, you would’ve been crushed. You made a beeline towards another safe spot before Jungkook practically crushed the wall.

            His form of payback was crazy.

            “Yes, she wasn’t, Jimin,” he pushed back his hair, showcasing his defined jawline. “Or else she would’ve been crushed like this wall.”

            You believed in your hand-to-hand combat skills.

            But you don’t believe them in hand-to-hand combats.

           Jimin’s grip on your hair was unforgiving. As if his life depended on the tightness of the tug. Your eyes were filled with tears from the burn on your scalp. He trapped your body as he sat on your back, one hand tugging on your hair and the other resting on his crouched knee.

           “Weak as ever (Y/N).”

           You grunted in response.

           “That’s why you’re always under me and forever will.” Jimin enunciated each word clearly, drilling them into your brain. “So, remember your priorities: me before anyone and anything.”

           “That is enough, Jimin.” Jungkook stood in front of you with hands in his pocket, looking down at you. The stinging pain on your scalp affected your ability to open both eyes fully, only one of your eyes was opened as you tried to look the superior in front of you.

           “You’re getting way too soft on her, Kook,” Jimin pouted. “That’s why she fails as a Jeon.”

           “I’m a Kishou.” You hissed.

           A new bruising and unforgiving pain started on your scalp and the cause was Jungkook. His movement was so fast that you didn’t get to comprehend the moment he crouched down and replace Jimin’s hand with his own.

           “Kishou clan ended long time ago, sweetheart. Stop being delusional and be grateful the Jeon clan even took you in. You’re a Jeon, so live up to it. Do not sully the good name.”

           He let go of your hair and stood to his full height. Jimin’s hand found its way around your burning scalp yet again but instead of inflicting more pain, he surprisingly massaged your scalp and even stroked your hair.

           The door flew open, gracing the room with the presence of another two Special Class investigators and another one Associate: Min Yoongi, Kim Mingyu, and Kim Seokjin.

           Your eyes were quick to fall on your partner’s figure.

           “Gyu,” you whispered softly with utmost gratefulness.

           But your gratefulness was short-lived as the bruising grip on your hair returned and stronger. Jimin pushed your face to meet with the floor.

           “Jimin!” It was Jin’s voice.

           “Shh, Jin hyung,” this time it was Yoongi’s voice. “They are in their training session. We mustn’t disturb them.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, honestly.

           “The training session ended 2 minutes ago. Release her, Park.” Mingyu said.

           You were sure Jimin was trying to plant your face into the ground. Might as well your whole body. The pressure he put was enough to make you imagine so. Whimpers fell from your mouth involuntarily as you felt the pain was too overbearing that it had already exceeded your limit.

           Jimin let go of your hair harshly and the weight on your back disappeared. You stayed in your position for a few seconds and only raised your head when you heard another clicking sound of a door which indicated that Jimin has left the combat room.

            Jungkook was still standing in front of you. When you tried to stand up, he quickly got to your level and tried to offer a hand.

           Keyword: tried.

           “Ah, Jungkook.” Yoongi tutted. “You can go freshen up. Mingyu will take care of her.”

           Before Yoongi even finished his sentences, your attention was stolen when you heard footsteps approaching you. The next thing you knew, Mingyu was already next to you, helping you to get off the ground.

           “I believe it’s appropriate for me to assist my student until the end.” Jungkook said.

            He glared at the hands that were touching you, and with a deep and dangerous voice, he enjoined. “Get your hands off her, Kim.”      

           But Mingyu was unfazed.

           “It is, Director Jeon,” Yoongi agreed. “But Director Kim urgently asked for your presence. 2nd ward has been attacked by a group of unknown ghouls. You might want to resolve that quickly.”

           The Investigator of Special Class strode towards the changing room with Jin hot on his trail.

           “Rather than to waste your time on…” Yoongi moved his cold gaze to you. “Her.”

           Ouch.

           Jungkook stayed on his spot for a good few seconds before he abruptly stood up and headed towards the changing room with big steps. Yoongi has a victorious smirk on his face as he casually followed Jungkook into the changing room, followed by Jin who sent you a look of pity.

            You wished for the day to end already.

           Before you have the chance to even be sucked into your hole of darkness and self-loathing, a hand reached out to stroke your head. It was Mingyu. He helped you to get into the correct posture and placed you in his arms. You didn’t put up any fights to protect your pride – not like there was any left. It was trampled on by your two superiors – and rested your head on his chest.

           Before the darkness consumed you wholly, you heard a familiar voice calling for you.

          It wasn’t Mingyu’s.

           “(Y/N)!”

           It was Minghao’s.

           And then all your sense shut off.

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