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Pairing- VampireKing!Jungkook × Human!Reader

Genre- Arranged Marriage AU (Sort of?), Enemies to Lovers, Soulmate AU

Summary- Jeon Jungkook was known to be a tyrant, destroying anything and everything to get what he wanted. And this time, he wanted you.

Warnings- Mentions of blood, gore and murder scenes, eventual smut, JK is definitely a hard dom and mad possessive, vampire bites and blood sucking.

A/N- Even though I have tagged the people who asked to be tagged, there will be no taglist for this series from here on. I only tagged you guys to sort of let you know this series has started. It's a big struggle to keep all those usernames up to date so you might wanna turn on the notifs :)

Please find the introduction to the world of Amour Mort here!

You ran through the forest, tears in your eyes making it difficult to see the path ahead, but you could tell you were venturing deeper into the more dangerous side. At the back of your mind, you were very aware that you shouldn’t be here past midnight, and that if someone found you breaking curfew, you would probably be executed by the throne, thinking you were some sort of rebel revolting in the recent uprisings. But all of that paled in comparison to the despair gnawing at your soul.

The branches clawed at your skin, leaving angry red marks, but you didn’t slow down, only realizing you had come here barefoot when tiny stones began hurting the bottom of your feet. You were being chased—not by a person, but by your own thoughts and the relentless ache in your chest. Your father’s words would not stop playing in your mind, your palms pressing against your ears as you closed your eyes in an attempt to silence his voice.

"You're nothing but a burden to me. I wish you had never been born!"

Suddenly, a sharp pain seared through your right foot, sending you stumbling and falling to the ground with all the air being knocked out of your lungs. You winced, letting out a whimper as you managed to look back, gasping at the bear trap that had clamped around your foot. Its teeth dug into your flesh, and blood pooled on the dead leaves beneath you.

“No…” you cried out, sobbing at your misfortune, the pain from your wound shooting through your leg in waves. A thought came to you: maybe this is how you die, completely alone and unloved, with no one to care that you weren’t at home right now.

‘That’s not true! Lila cares…’

Your mind screamed at you, your sister’s pretty face popping into your head. Well, this was true; your sister did care about you. But really, there was only so much she could do when your father did not even acknowledge you as his daughter. You still remembered the party where a guest mistook you for a maiden working in the mansion. It had truly hurt you, but there was nothing you could say, not when that is probably what your father wanted the world to think. A part of you thinks he hates you because your mother died just five days after you were born, but how could you, a mere baby, be at fault for that?

Gathering all your energy, you began to drag yourself to a tree nearby, wincing and whimpering with every wave of pain that washed over you. You could even feel the burn on the skin of your forearms where it rubbed against the rocky and muddy ground, convinced that the sleeve of your dress was beginning to tear. Were you even going to make it back home? Did you even want to make it back home?

Upon reaching the giant tree, you pushed yourself up, managing to rest your back against the trunk, finally getting a good look at the steel trap wrapped around your foot. Meant for animals, it was likely a tool for the poorer vampires who couldn’t afford human slaves and fed on animal blood instead. It was the one law that favored humans: vampires were forbidden to feed on them freely. But nonetheless, it was always the innocent ones who had to pay the price. The night-walkers were given the gift of strength and brutality that they used against the weak, be it you or an animal.

Your chest rose and fell quickly, your breathing growing harsh, and your vision growing blurry. It was the blood loss, and you couldn’t even feel the pain anymore. Either you were getting used to it, or your body had started focusing on the fact that you were dying instead. Whatever was happening, it was not good, and you had no idea how to help yourself.

“You shouldn’t be here. Not at this time.” A voice broke through the darkness, making you jump in surprise, your eyes immediately landing on a man’s silhouette standing just a few steps away from you. Your heart hammered in your chest, and, swallowing thickly, you pressed yourself further against the tree, hoping that would make you disappear.

Was this someone who was going to turn you in? Maybe the cause of your death was going to be execution and not a bear trap?

Your silence only prompted the man to move closer to you and into the moonlight filtering through the trees, your lips parting as you took in his face. He was truly breathtaking, with black hair that fell across his forehead and eyes that seemed to pierce through the night. There was black ink peeking at you from under the collar of his black shirt on his neck, more patterns emerging from under his rolled-up sleeve right up to his knuckles, making you wonder just how much of his body was tainted like this.

“N-neither should you,” you said bravely, though your voice was small and weak.

He chuckled in response, making you purse your lips as you watched him kneel down beside you, your body subconsciously shifting backward even though there was nowhere to go, every single thought in your mind long gone in the presence of this man.

His eyes slowly moved across your body, taking in your tear-stained cheeks, your tattered dress, and your bloody foot, tutting at the condition of your wound.

“This is why you shouldn’t be here, little human,” he said, your eyes widening as you caught a hint of amusement on his face, your blood running cold at the realization. Your breath was caught in your throat, and you were suddenly very aware of the blood you were soaked in, your eyes nervously flitting between him and your poor foot. If you had to die, you didn’t want to do so at the hands of a vampire. In fact, you couldn’t even imagine the pain that was probably about to suffocate you when he ripped your heart right out of your chest.

“Please don’t kill me,” you begged, staring into his eyes with tears in yours, shaking your head when he smirked and leaned in closer to you. Closing your eyes, you let the tears fall freely and turned your face away from him, his breath fanning your neck and making you whimper.

“You must taste exquisite.” He inhaled deeply, your chest heaving as his words made your heart thump harder in your chest. This has to be it. He was going to drain your body right now, and no one was going to find out ever.

Preparing yourself for the attack, you closed your eyes shut and gripped the skirt of your dress, thinking about your family for the last time before your life was taken from you.

“But I’m not going to do that.” Came his voice, your eyes slowly opening as you glanced over at him, noticing the sudden distance he had put between the two of you. A frown etched on your forehead, your tears drying up on your cheeks as you processed his words. He was not going to hurt you?

“I’m too old to lose control over a bit of blood.” He gestured nonchalantly towards your foot, shocking you at how he thought this was just a bit of blood. You were literally going to pass out soon.

“Wh-why are you here?” you stammered, biting your tongue when his expression hardened, his eyes sending daggers your way and letting you know that you shouldn’t have asked him that. Silence engulfed you both, your eyes failing to look away from him. It was almost as if he was holding you prisoner under his gaze, a flash of guilt disappearing from his dark eyes as soon as it came.

“I had to get away before they caught up to me,” he confessed, a cool breeze ruffling his hair as he stood up and stared down at you, his eyes reading the confusion in yours.

“Who-”

“My sins,” he responded before you could even ask, his thick boots crunching the leaves on the gravelly path as he walked in front of your stretched-out leg and sat down on one knee. A flash of lightning struck through the sky at that very second, as if to show that the heavens had heard his confession too. And when the thunder illuminated his face, you could swear you had seen the very face of evil.

“Are you scared of me?” he asked, tilting his head as you swallowed thickly, shaking your head hesitantly. But you knew he didn’t believe you when he let out a small laugh. It sounded bitter to your ears, like he was mocking you for being so weak yet trying to fool him at the same time.

“Well, you should be.” In one quick motion, his hand ripped apart the trap into two pieces, your flesh being freed from the sharp claws that were jammed into it. Dots filled your vision as your lips parted in a silent scream, your chest hurting as if you were having a heart attack, and maybe you were because you felt your body go limp as your eyes rolled back into your head.

Strong arms held you before you could hit the ground, your head suddenly resting against a firm chest as your breath came out all raggedy. You could feel sweat beading on your forehead, your body not having any energy to even let you open your eyes for a second.

“W-why…” you breathed out, your voice a bare whisper in the night. And the next thing you knew, you felt a hand pressing against your lips before a metallic taste filled your mouth. With all the energy left in you, you opened your eyes wide and grabbed the tattooed arm feeding you blood, your attempts at pushing it away failing miserably.

“Sshh, you need this. You need me,” the vampire whispered above you, his chin resting atop your head as he ran his free hand through your hair. Knowing that you couldn’t fight him off, not like this, you gave up and swallowed the disgusting liquid that made your body feel warm all of a sudden. You could hear your heart pumping and your breathing steadying as the blood worked its way into your system, your senses sharpening, and your strength slowly returning.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled his arm away, and you let out a string of coughs, gasping for air while the awful taste lingered on your tongue. It was truly ironic how the blood of someone dead could heal a living being. How a killer could give life to someone. And you were sure that this man who had saved your life was a killer too. Why else would he talk about his sins catching up to him?

“What did you do that you had to run away?” you asked as soon as you found your voice, your tired eyes glancing up at the man holding you. His eyes flitted between your eyes and your lips, sending shivers down your spine when he brought up his thumb and rubbed away some blood from the corner of your mouth.

“What’s your name?” He avoided your question smoothly, pretending you hadn’t spoken a word to him. Frowning, you thought about it for a moment, wondering whether it was a good idea to tell him who you were. But at the same time, you weren’t a very valuable human. There was really nothing he could want from you that would make him hunt you down.

“Y/N,” you said, averting your gaze to your foot, which was now void of any wounds. Your skin looked completely smooth and untouched except for the dried blood staining it, leaving you staring in awe.

“Well, Y/N,” he started, regaining your attention, “you’re gonna find out tomorrow.”

You frowned at his words, wondering if this implied that he was going to see you tomorrow to tell you what sin he had committed. Too lost in your head to notice that he had stood up, you saw him offer his hand to you. Your fingers hesitantly took hold of his cold ones. With ease, he pulled you up as you slightly lifted your dress and examined your foot, pleased with the fact that there was absolutely no pain anymore.

“This is-” You turned to glance at the man, only to be met with darkness. The vampire was gone, the forest was silent, and you were alone once again.

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The Stalker’s Game

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: yandere

Word count: 1.9k

Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of stalking and invasive behavior, which may be distressing to some readers. Please proceed with caution if these topics are triggering for you.

a/n: The characters and situations depicted in this chapter are fictional and are intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The portrayal of emotions and interpersonal dynamics is a creative interpretation and should not be taken as a reflection of real-life relationships or events.

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@dumbheadblog 2024

You walked quickly down the desolate street, the night air biting at your cheeks and numbing your fingers. Each step felt like a battle against the encroaching darkness, the moon's weak light doing little to push back the shadows that seemed to press in from all sides. A shiver of fear slid down your spine; his presence was a constant, unsettling whisper at the edge of your awareness. He, your stalker, was always near, his invisible gaze a weight on your shoulders. The recent closeness of his stalking was beginning to fray your nerves, each close encounter leaving you more unsettled than the last.

The dim glow of a flickering street lamp ahead offered a glimmer of hope. You quickened your pace, the cold air harsh against your face as you made your way to the bus stop. There, under the sputtering light, a man sat hunched over his phone, his posture rigid with a mix of anxiety and concentration. His eyes flicked up as you approached, and his face blanched in surprise. He shrank back, his body language a clear, involuntary reaction of fear.

Ignoring the man’s frightened retreat, you took a seat next to him. Your movements were deliberate but tense, each shift in position betraying your underlying agitation. You could feel your breath misting in the chill air, coming out in sharp, uneven puffs. The proximity of the stranger, combined with your heightened senses, only intensified the disquiet simmering just beneath the surface.

Your gaze darted to the dim street, searching for any sign of the figure who haunted you. The air around you crackled with an electric tension, thick and heavy with unspoken fears. As you tried to steady your breathing, you couldn’t ignore the closeness of the man beside you. His shift away, his slight tremble—everything about him seemed to resonate with the same uneasy energy you felt.

Every shift of his body, every subtle tremor in his hands, felt charged, almost as if the atmosphere itself was thickening with each breath you took. The warmth of your body contrasted sharply with the frigid night, creating a strange, almost unbearable tension in the confined space. You were painfully aware of the space between you shrinking, the physical closeness amplifying the electric current of anticipation and anxiety that danced between you.

In this eerie cocoon of light and shadow, your sense of isolation seemed to deepen. Each breath you took, each glance towards the darkened street, was a silent plea for the nightmare to end. The bus stop, once a beacon of hope, now felt like a stage set for your deepest fears. The atmosphere pulsed with a charged intensity, a constant reminder of the shadow you couldn’t escape.

The man’s gaze darted nervously between you and the dark street, his eyes wide and frantic. You followed his frantic glances, and your heart dropped like a stone. There he was, emerging from the shadows by the gnarled tree. His towering figure was shrouded in the deep, dark folds of his hoodie, but the cruel smirk curling his lips was unmistakable. He stood there, an immovable sentinel in the gloom, his eyes burning with a predatory satisfaction that sent icy shivers racing down your spine.

Every muscle in your body tensed as you tried to steady your racing heart. The bus’s headlights sliced through the darkness, a sudden, blinding beacon of hope. The man at the stop stiffened, his shoulders jerking up in a barely concealed attempt to escape the mounting tension. As he hurriedly climbed aboard, you felt a wild, desperate urge to follow him. Your fingers grazed the edge of your seat as you half-rose, eyes locked on the bus.

But as you glanced at the route map, the reality struck with a crushing weight. The bus veered off in a direction that had no relation to your destination. The hope that had sparked within you fizzled out, leaving behind a bleak, sinking feeling. Your shoulders slumped, and you sank back into your seat, feeling the oppressive weight of the predator’s gaze grow even more intense.

The bus and the man vanished into the night, and the oppressive stillness of the bus stop seemed to close in on you. Every breath you took was laden with the heavy, electric tension of the moment. The distance between you and the shadowy figure by the tree felt charged with an almost unbearable energy, the air between you thick with an unspoken, menacing promise. The flickering light above did little to dispel the darkness, only deepening the palpable, charged atmosphere around you.

Your stalker began moving again, his strides quick and deliberate, each step a steady, relentless approach. His eyes were locked onto you with an unwavering intensity, and the weight of his gaze felt like a physical force pushing against your back. Panic exploded inside you, and you took off, sprinting down the deserted street. Your bag slipped from your shoulder, hitting the pavement with a hollow thud, but you couldn’t afford to stop. You zigzagged through alleyways, taking sharp turns in a desperate bid to lose him, but his footsteps echoed behind you, a constant, menacing reminder of his pursuit.

Your breath came in ragged gasps, each inhale sharp and desperate. Your legs burned, and every corner you rounded seemed to bring you closer to the edge of collapse. The alleyways were a labyrinth of shadows, but no matter how many turns you took, his presence remained unnervingly close, like a dark cloud stalking your every move.

At last, you had hidden yourself in the corner, your breath coming in harsh, frantic bursts. You pressed yourself against a cold, unforgiving wall, the rough brick scraping your back as you tried to steady your pounding heart. You could hear his footsteps growing louder, each step a slow, deliberate march that amplified the tension between you.

Suddenly, he emerged from the dim light, his imposing figure cutting through the shadows. He moved with a sinuous, almost predatory grace, his presence overwhelming and oppressive. His gaze locked onto you with a fierce intensity, and his smirk deepened, curling in a way that sent shivers down your spine. The shadow he cast was long and menacing, a stark contrast to the flickering, uncertain light around you. His body language exuded both menace and allure, his movements calculated and deliberate, every gesture charged with a dark, magnetic energy that made your pulse race.

You could feel the electric tension between you, a heavy, almost unbearable force that seemed to crackle in the air. The closeness of his presence, combined with the desperation in your own movements, created an almost suffocating intimacy in the dark alley, where every breath felt like a shared secret, fraught with fear and an unsettling, unspoken attraction.

He stepped forward, his body pressing you against the wall with a commanding, almost bruising presence. Your breath hitched as his warmth enveloped you, his breath tickling your neck with a mixture of danger and intimacy. His arms encircled you, the grip tight and possessive, each muscle in his body a solid, unyielding force pressed against your back.

Your heart pounded in your chest, every beat a frantic reminder of the closeness and the overwhelming sensation of his body against yours. His chest was hard and powerful, its heat searing through the thin fabric of your clothes. You could feel every movement of his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest a relentless rhythm that seemed to synchronize with your own erratic breaths.

“Who are you?” you managed to gasp, your voice trembling as you tried to keep the fear out of your tone. “Please, just let me go.”

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear with a chilling, intimate touch. The contact sent shivers down your spine, a mix of terror and something else, something unsettlingly intimate. "I’m Jeon Jungkook," he murmured, his voice a soft, seductive purr that dripped with both menace and allure. "I’ve waited too long for this. I never imagined it would be like this, but they know about you, sweetheart. You need to come with me. I need you alive to survive." His enemies are already hunting you, aware that you’re his only weakness. To get to him, they won’t hesitate to hurt you.

The way he spoke was a blend of dark promise and seductive control, each word an echo of his twisted obsession. His breath was hot against your ear, mingling with the icy fear that clung to your skin. The tension between you was a living, palpable thing, charged with an almost unbearable intensity. Every shift of his body against yours, every brush of his lips, made the air feel thick and electric, a constant reminder of the dangerous allure he wielded.

The name hit you like a freezing wave—Jungkook, the feared mafia boss. Your eyes widened in terror, and a fresh wave of panic surged through you. You could feel your heart hammering wildly in your chest, each beat a frantic reminder of your peril.

He continued speaking, his voice a dark, smooth purr that seemed to graze your skin with every word. “I’ve watched you from afar, admired you. You’re mine now.” His arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer until every inch of your body was pressed against his. “I protect what’s mine with everything I have, and you—” He emphasized his claim by drawing you even tighter against his chest, his breath hot and heavy on your neck, “—you’re my most treasured possession.”

His words dripped with a dark, possessive certainty, each syllable wrapped in a shrouded promise. The heat of his body was overwhelming, a searing pressure that seemed to suffocate the space between you. His breath mixed with yours, creating a taut, almost unbearable intimacy that seemed to charge the air around you.

You tried to plead again, your voice cracking with raw desperation. “Please, let me go.”

His grip remained unyielding, his touch more possessive, almost claiming. “I can’t do that. You’re mine and in danger.” His voice was low, unwavering, and the intensity of his gaze burned into you. “And I protect what’s mine fiercely.”

The closeness of his body, the firmness of his hold, and the relentless, smoldering intensity in his eyes created a charged atmosphere, an almost tangible heat that enveloped you. The air felt thick with the electric tension of his possessive touch, and every movement, every breath shared between you seemed to amplify the dark, unsettling allure of his presence.

His hands roamed over you with an unsettling familiarity, every touch a mix of thrill and terror. His fingers traced possessive paths along your sides, pressing and squeezing with a dominance that was both commanding and unnerving. Each caress seemed to linger longer than necessary, igniting a shiver that ran the length of your spine.

The night seemed to close in around you, the shadows stretching and distorting as if drawn into the gravity of his embrace. The flickering streetlight cast fleeting patterns across your faces, making his features appear both menacing and alluring. His grip tightened, drawing you impossibly closer until your bodies were pressed together, every muscle and curve aligned in an intimate, inescapable closeness.

The tension between you was a live wire, sparking and crackling with an intensity that left you breathless and trembling. His breathing was a warm, steady rhythm against your ear, the sound creating a stifling cocoon of heat around you. The cold of the night was a stark contrast to the searing heat of his touch, making the air between you feel electric and charged.

In the eerie stillness, surrounded by encroaching darkness and the biting chill, you were trapped in his embrace, caught between fear and a dark, undeniable attraction. The oppressive force of his hold was a constant reminder of your helplessness, leaving you tangled in a web of sensation and emotion you couldn’t fully grasp or escape.

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